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animeyanderelover · 1 month

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Hi 🌸Can I request Hashirama,Tobirama,Madara,Itachi,Sasuke,pein ,Indra,Shisui and Tsunade with a darling that has a weaken immune system so they are often sick?Thank you 👽

@shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, overprotective behavior, clinginess, stalking, isolation

Darling has a weak immune system

Indra Otsutsuki

💜There is a tiny part that obviously enjoys your weak condition because it enables him to have better control over you. Since you are so often sick as you are, you have very little chances of trying to escape him nor do you have the needed strength to fight him. Instead you are one way or another forced to rely on him and you'd be a fool to think that he doesn't enjoy your dependency on him. Yet there is always a limit with Indra and it is the sheer amount of times you fall ill that manages to get on his nerves. Yes, you have no control over it since you have always had a weak immune system but that doesn't stop him from using this annoyed and irritated tone when he talks to you. Indra doesn't want to be degraded to your personal nurse yet he is as he hasn't really allowed you to see anyone else since he has abducted you. Considering your frail health though, he eventually sees himself forced to assign a medic to you who is tasked to take care of you in his absence.

💜Indra has better things to do than caring for you the entire day but at the same time he isn't heartless enough to leave you to battle on your own so hiring a medic seems like the best choice. Since the medic is much more trained than Indra is though, he expects them to do an excellent job now that they were assigned to you. They would also do better to know that their only task is nursing you back to health whenever you are sick. Indra is aware that this medic will be your only daily social interaction next to him but he would hate for you to get attached which is why he clarifies via intimidation and threats that he doesn't want them to entertain your feeble hopes of bonding with someone else and potentially even getting their help. There are a lot of doctors out there so if they dare to displease him, he will murder them and just find someone else. He is very surveiling even if he also spends time training to see if the medic has done a good job taking care of you.

Madara Uchiha

🌑Ever since Madara has announced you as the spouse he wants, the elders haven't given him a day of rest. It has come as a huge shock to all of them that from all potential spouses they had suggested, he has chosen you. What witchery did you even use to gain Madara's interest even with your delicate health? Surely he is joking as it is unacceptable for him to marry someone who is as weak and feeble as you are. When Madara fights back though, they all know that he is serious. What you lack in your health is after all more than made up in your temper and your sharp tongue. Maybe it is the constant pain of illness that makes you as grumpy as you are but even if he knows that he shouldn't think about it this way, to Madara your angry mood is adorable. You are almost rivaling him in your sheer stubbornness as you are unwilling to yield to your body and gladly ignore the doctor's advice to do what you wish to do. As you always say, it's all mental. Very cute.

🌑You can only get that far though until Madara has to stop you by lifting you up and carrying you back to your room. Don't get him wrong, he admires your fighting spirit but he'll only let you push your body that far. He wouldn't want you to strain your immune system even more than it is already. Only the best medics are allowed to attend to your needs and even if you refuse their help, Madara has the last word. If you refuse to take the medicine when you are especially ill, he will gladly help to get it past your lips and down your throat and drag you back to your futon if he catches you in an attempt to escape your room. He only lets a handful of people visit you in your room and the elder definitely don't belong to those guests. Madara is surprisingly accepting of your weak immune system overall because he respects that you power through it all with such determination. He just expects you to not be dumb and push your body to a limit that will only cause you more suffering.

Hashirama Senju

🌳His clan is going to give him an earful when they find out that he plans to marry you as they expected more. Hashirama is a man blessed with power and skills beyond imagination and to think that he would choose you from all people is a pill hard to swallow for many of the Senju clan. Honestly, Hashirama is busy with other things than worrying about what his clan thinks. He has to take care of you after all. Hashirama is already under normal circumstances a pretty obsessive man but with your frail health, you are even more on his mind than you would be normally. He loathes it when he has to sit in his office and has to work even if he is also dedicated to his position as the Hokage. He's wondering how you are doing and if you're fine in this moment and it often causes him to space out as his mind wanders to you. It can be pretty bad at times and Tobirama has been lecturing him for it every time. To allow his brother to focus on his work, him and Mito are volunteering to look after you when he's in his office.

🌳Whilst Hashirama knows that you are in good hands when Tobirama or Mito are looking out after you, he still finds himself spacing out. Sometimes he's begging his brother if he can do all the paperwork at home where he can be with you and he has to deliver all of the work finished to Tobirama so that his younger brother can be sure that Hashirama has done his job instead of just doting on you. The Hokage is quite clingy and caring whenever he is with you though as he makes sure to give you support and enough love. He is very overprotective due to your poor immune system but he's also very prone to feel affected by your own feelings. He understands and he feels your frustration as you hate being isolated and stuck like this most of the time. In order to keep you happy, he makes sure to take you out as soon as you are in a better condition, even if he usually accompanies you to be prepared if anything should happen to you. After all Hashirama is skilled in medical jutsu too and can help you when you need medical assistance.

Tobirama Senju

🌊Tobirama is already pretty prepared when it comes to surveiling his darling since they might be targeted due to his position as the Second Hokage. With the situation at hand that you are often prone to falling ill, he tightens the security around you even more. He is very picky as he selects a few medics who will cater to your needs during the time where he is in his office and doing his work and only those who meet his high expectations will be chosen. Any arguments the elder of his clan may try to have with him will be mercilessly cut short by him. He is a busy man and he has not as much time for a meaningless dispute as those people might think, even if he highly respects his clan. His decision remains firm though so really, it'll be no use to argue with him over his choice of partner as Tobirama is very stubborn and determined once he has chosen someone for himself. You have other qualities he respects about you after all as he knows that you can't really control your immune system.

🌊He studies more medical ninjutsu ever since he has fallen in love with you as he is pretty dedicated to keep you as healthy as possible by not only relying on others but also by using his own skills. Similar to Madara he expects you not be reckless though by pushing your limits and he is going to be quite strict about any instructions he or your other medics give you as those are given for you to feel better and not for you to ignore them and risk to make everything even worse. Don't be too stubborn. If you have work that you still want to continue even despite your constantly ill health, Tobirama does his best to find a way to enable you to do work even when you are ill. Surely you can do some paperwork from home too if you are too sick to go outside. He's actually very mindful to never insult you for your sick body as he knows that no one is more frustrated about it than you are and is very pissed if someone were to insult you for it.

Tsunade Senju

🐌Tsunade is going to be just like her grandfather quite the mother hen as she is almost constantly making a fuss over your sick condition. Since she is a medic, the best one to exist next to the pupils she is personally training, she is also very fixated on being the one to cater to your health and to your needs. This desire to take care of you stands in conflict to her position as the Fifth Hokage as she also has other work to do. It needs the combined power of Shizune and Sakura to see it through that she does her paperwork instead of only spending her time with you whilst her two students keep an eye on you in the meantime. They know that their sensei is very sceptical to let someone else take care of you aside from her so it is always the easiest to promise Tsunade that they will look out for you as Tsunade trusts both of her students. She is quite prone to be a tad bit more unproductive though as she is with her mind constantly by you. The fine lady is maybe a tiny bit paranoid about your condition.

🐌Whilst there is an aspect of dependence that you automatically have as you have to rely on her as your medic, Tsunade doesn't find herself enjoying this as much as some others could. She is a doctor after all who is dedicated to nurse her patients back to health and she has enough experience to know that a immune system as weak as yours can be dangerous if you were to catch a serious illness. So you often find yourself in a room in the hospital which is sanitised to lower to risk of any bacteria finding their way to you as well as limited to only a few visitors. Her heart breaks to see you so sad and lonely though so she starts searching for a way to boost your immune system somehow. She even promises you to create a medicine or a jutsu to help you and that promise she has made to you is from that day on a pressure and determination constantly on her mind as she spends hours reading books and thinking about how to go about this. She just wants to make you happy after all.

Pain

🌧️Not only do you happen to have a very weak immune system but you also just happen to be stuck in a cold tower in a city where the rain has never really stopped. Truly, everything just appears to be against you as you are knocked down with one fever after another and constantly suffer from something. Nagato doesn't exactly have any expertise to take the role as a medic. He has wrecked his own body beyond repair and mostly interacts with you through one of the other bodies, mainly through Yahiko's. Whilst he can keep his composure when he uses one of the other bodies of pain, his real body certainly panics at times when he comes to learn just how severely he underestimated your frail health. He was too focused on his own possessive desires when he took you as Pain and whilst he doesn't regret the act of abducting you, he is worried about how little he is actually prepared for your constant sick condition. Worst is that he is very unwilling to let anyone else besides Konan see you.

🌧️So all the work has to fall upon Konan and his other bodies who have to get the medicine and everything else that is needed to cure you somewhat back to health. Nagato is actually worried but that concern he feels will come over as pure intimidation and forceful gestures in all of the pther bodies of Pain who force every medicine down your throat and completely isolate you within the walls of your room to lower the risk of you falling ill once again. His bodies see it through that your room is kept warm when she comments that your room isn't exactly heated and that the constant rain has made the air quite chilly. Within a few days you get a lot of blankets and other stuff to keep you warm and it would be laughable if you wouldn't have one of his bodies observing you as often as they do. It is creepy and uncomfortable even if Nagato is just intending to be more attentive by letting one of the bodies of Pain constantly watch over you. He just wants to be in control of the situation and prevent you to get even worse.

Shisui Uchiha

🍂You truly make it not easy for him to balance his life out the right way. Being obsessed with you is one thing but having a darling who is so prone to all illnesses is another thing that is making it even harder on his part. Shisui grows much more protective over you thanks to your weak condition and this doesn't mash well because he is a part of the Anbu and is often away on missions. He feels very conflicted, torn apart between the duty for his village and the dedication he harbors for you. He knows that he can't leave the Anbu though because a lot of people would have objections and he doesn't want to drag you into any unnecessary drama as you have already enough to deal with. Instead he just makes sure to have you surrounded by competent medics and if you don't have that just yet he makes sure to have a word with the Hokage to request him to assign some good doctors to you. Shisui just needs to be able to know that you are in good hands when he is away on missions.

🍂He feels constantly like he wants to hover over you as he feels very protective but he knows that he has to be tactful about it as he is very careful to give no one even the slightest doubt that his feelings for you could be something much more dark. That certainly doesn't stop him from stalking you though at night but you are probably too exhausted to notice the shadow on the roof of your house who slowly makes sure to take a look inside your window. Even if you were to notice him, he would be gone within the blink of an eye which would make you dismiss it as nothing but your sick imagination. He's very sweet and attentive when he visits you, sympathetic for your obvious frustration as you are constantly sheltered due to being so physically prone to everything. At times you beg him to take you outside as you are sometimes days on end stuck in your house and your bed and whilst his heart aches a bit for you when he sees you so saddened, he is not as careless as to risk only worsening your condition. Just be patient for a bit longer.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡It is safe to say that Itachi has known about your feeble health long before he has kidnapped you. How couldn't he? It has caused him on numerous occasions to hesitate whenever his darker urges got the better of him. Ultimately he still gave in to his obsession but not without at least a bit of preparation. The whole cottage where he keeps you from that day on is filled with medicine, herbs and everything else he has been able to gather by learning through stalking what the doctor in your former village has always prescripted you to use. Nevertheless though Itachi feels somewhat overwhelmed. On the one hand he has to work for the Akatsuki and missions can take him weeks but now there is also you who needs attention and care due to your constant relapse of health. Itachi is stuck in an organisation he can't leave because it could endanger you but he also doesn't want to leave you alone if he really is gone for a long time. Not like you would care if he would be gone as you are very skittish around him after the abduction.

🍡Sometimes he uses shadow clones to stay back and take care of you although there is always the risk that the jutsu may undo itself, either because of his choice or because of another factor. At least it can give him a certain amount of peace as you are in the care of one of his clones who feels about you exactly the same as he does. As soon as he undoes the jutsu, he always receives all of the memories his clone has made and is up to date with your current condition. Whenever Itachi is home though, he spends the majority of his time catering to whatever illness you have been taken down with. You may fear that he might be annoyed as he is a notorious criminal but catering to your needs grounds him and gives him a routine to his life that he appreciates. He knows he shouldn't feel this way since you are always ill but there is a joy inside of him he knows he shouldn't have. Maybe it is the isolation he has put himself through that is talking out of him but there is happiness he feels for being able to provide to the person he loves so much.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙There are going to be some unkind words directed against you every once in a while as Sasuke sometimes feels quite drained from your weak health condition as well. You always require special needs and his journey is often put on hold whenever you come down with the next illness he doesn't even know where you got it from. Of course his mood is sometimes strained about it but if you even suggest for a moment that he should probably leave you behind, he will very quickly make you shut up. Despite all of the troubles you put him through, he will never abandon you. Sasuke is far too possessive, controlling and loyal to ever do that to you. Especially since your health is so utterly frail would he never allow to leave you unattended and in the care of someone else. He relies on medics for the majority of the time but he soon starts picking up on some medical jutsus himself, not only to be prepared in case you should fall ill or injure yourself somewhere where no medics are around but also to take better care of you by himself.

💙What he can find in some moments annoying, Sasuke can enjoy in other moments just as much. There is an undeniable level of dependency you have on him over time and sometimes he can't help but be smug enough to rub this under your nose. He ignores the fact that he is the one who has dragged you onto this journey in the first place because it is much more efficient for his own ego to remind you that without his help and protection you wouldn't be able to survive on your own. Not when you are constantly as weak and sickly as you are. If you should catch something very serious, Sasuke stops in the closest town to let you rest in a proper bed until he deems you to be fit enough to continue with the journey. Your common state of sickness has made him much more protective and overbearing as he has to constantly check on your current health status and never allows you to leave his vision because even the simplest thing could trigger your immune system.

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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🖤~ #4 sentence starters with all of the crows? like a group setting, maybe hinting at kaz x reader?

Pumpkin: Kaz Brekker x Reader , Six of Crows x Reader ~

Summary: 5.2k wc, Kaz x Reader where it’s not explicitly stated if they’re already together or just crushing/pining (you decide!), but Kaz caves in to y/n’s one wish and goes out of his way to make it happen.

Warnings: six of crows typical stuff so minor mentions of having trauma, violence, cursing or threats, etc. but super minor especially for being six of crows

“It’s in everything this time of year” Jesper whines, dramatically resting his head on the bar counter.

The crows were gathered around for no purpose other than eating breakfast and hoping Kaz would have a new heist for them.

“What is?” Kaz asks, his voice lacking any emotion as he limps over to stand next to y/n’s chair.

“Pumpkin spice” Wylan laughs and rolls his eyes at Jesper.

“No it’s not. See, it should be, but I have yet to see pumpkin spice waffles!” Nina argued, a slight frown forming.

Kaz rolled his eyes and adjusted his weight to better support his leg that had been bothering him already this morning.

Y/n noticed and quickly glanced at him to see if he was okay, to which he just nodded once.

“I did hear word that someone in Ketterdam is selling pumpkin spice donuts, so it’s possible that pumpkin spice waffles exist” Inej advices, smiling at their group.

“Enough” y/n laughs softly, “If I hear pumpkin spice one more time, I’m going to scream.”

“Finally, thank you y/n. Me too” Jesper grins, lifting his head up from the counter.

“I doubt it is for the same reason” Kaz says simply, looking from Jesper to the girl next to him.

“Why y/n/n?! It’s good, have you even tried it? Jesper is just trying to be different” Nina complains.

“Excuse me! I am different!” Jesper glares, prompting a laugh from Inej and Wylan as they both shake their heads at his childish behavior.

“It is, which is why this conversation is torturous. I’d kill for a pumpkin spice hot cocoa right now, especially in this weather” She tells Nina.

“You shouldn’t joke like that, someone might think you’re serious” Matthias remarks despite a soft smile on his lips as Nina cuddles into his side.

“Who said I’m not?” Y/n smirks, making the corners of Kaz’s lips curl up faintly.

———

Kaz sighs as he grabs the drink carrier from the barista and begins to will his leg to cooperate with him.

The rain and cold front that had fallen on Ketterdam that morning had yet to cease and was doing his injured leg no favors.

Kaz noted the distance back to the slat and the places in which he planned to stop briefly to rest his leg on the way.

He pushed past his first planned rest stop in an attempt to get the drinks back before they became cold.

However, he instantly regretted it.

Jesper and Inej were standing with Rotty and noticed him immediately.

He mentally groaned and he now elected to skip this stop as well, wanting solitude.

“Hey, Kaz!” Jesper called out, running up to him.

“Rotty was saying that- Is that pumpkin spice?!” The sharpshooter asked, cutting himself off.

“Rotty said what?” Kaz asked, continuing his frustratingly painful walk back.

“Doesn’t matter! Is that pumpkin-“ he attempted to ask again.

Kaz stopped briefly allowing his leg to find much needed relief, “what did he say?”

Jesper frowned, “he said that Visser had a new cargo load today”.

Kaz nodded, “Inej will see to finding out its contents”.

Jesper just stared at Kaz in shock.

“What is it Jesper? Is there more?” Kaz pressed, leaning on his cane.

“No, no, that’s all boss” he promised, but Kaz noticed he still stared.

“Jesper, spit it out” Kaz demanded, annoyance clearly showing in his features.

Jesper shrugged, the shock not leaving his face “I just didn’t think you’d be into pumpkin spice is all Kaz”.

Kaz huffed and ignored his sharpshooter as he turned to resume his return home.

Jesper furrowed his eyebrows as he thought more about it.

“He likes pumpkin spice?! The bastard who for years has only drank his coffee black and won’t budge on it, not letting any of our budget go to creamer or additives?!” Jesper protested quietly to Inej.

Inej smirks, nodding her head towards Kaz as she and Jesper speed walk to catch up.

Not that it took much effort given his slower than usual pace today.

“Forget the pumpkin spice part, why do you have two?” Inej grins.

“No don’t ignore the pumpkin spice, I need an answer” Jesper complains, glancing at Inej like she was crazy.

“Who said it was pumpkin spice?” Kaz asks ignoring Inej’s inquiry.

“I know that smell” Jesper says matter-of-factly, “but fine-“ he grabs one of the drinks from Kaz’s tray.

Kaz desperately wants to wack Jesper with the crow’s head of his cane for being so insubordinate.

However he realizes he has to decide if that’s worth letting the other drink fall to do so or if he should instead balance the drink and verbally reprimand him instead.

“Don’t” Kaz grumbles, opting for the second choice just as Jesper raises the cup to his lips.

“You’ve got two, you shouldn’t mind” Jesper winks, taking a small sip.

Kaz glares but bites his sharp tongue as to not raise their suspicions further with whatever he was about to say.

“Bleh!” Jesper groans, “I knew it. But, is that… hot chocolate?! I can forgive the pumpkin spice, but you’re not even putting it in your black coffee to cut the taste?!”

“Wait” Inej says, pausing as she thinks something over.

However, Kaz, of course, keeps walking.

“I knew it” she grins, sprinting to catch up to the boys.

“Knew what?” Jesper asks, wiping his tongue with his sleeve.

Kaz aggressively tears the drink from his hands and puts it back in the tray.

“Jes, who in our group only drinks hot cocoa and not coffee? And who, just earlier today might I add, said that she’d kill for a pumpkin spice hot cocoa?” Inej smirks, eyeing Kaz as she waits for a reaction.

His face is as stoic as always, but if y/n were here she’d be able to notice the twinkle in his eyes; a trait of his no other crow had been able to pick up on.

Kaz rolls his eyes casually to brush them off.

“Y/n?…oooh!” Jesper cheers, pumping his fist in the air, earning the group glances and glares from other Ketterdam residents.

That is, until they spot Kaz and hurriedly look away.

The boy had managed to instill enough fear over time that just the sight of him, even when carrying hot cocoa in one hand, cane in the other, and bundled up for the weather, clearly had people nervous.

“You’re not going to say anything?” Inej pressed.

“Yeah, no weak lie?” Jesper laughed.

“When I lie it is not weak” Kaz rebuts.

His two irritatingly stubborn crows kept staring at him as they walked with him back to their residence.

“Besides, I presume nothing I say will help you see clearly and accept the notion that I am capable of drinking hot chocolate alone” he adds later, seeing his crew has yet dropped the subject.

Inej smirks but quiets down, knowing when to not push him, even if she knows he’s hiding something.

———

Secretly, she hopes it’s that Kaz either has, or is about to, be honest about his feelings for y/n that Inej has been telling him are obviously there.

Not obvious in the typical sense, as that would be uncharacteristic of Kaz.

Instead, Inej had noticed how he stood a little taller and more confidently when y/n was present.

How Kaz always managed to be able to locate their newest member in a matter of what seemed like milliseconds. Even faster if something had gone wrong or not according to his plan.

How he was slower with his words around her, as if he was contemplating each word more thoroughly than normal.

How the curtains to the windows of his room would now be open during the day when they never had before.

How she’d caught him bringing books into the slat and into his room, but never saw him reading.

How she once caught y/n smile at him from across the club as she read what Inej assumed to be one of the mysterious books.

And how Kaz looked… relieved and seemed to almost be fighting himself to not smile as she saw the muscles in his jaw shake ever so slightly that day.

There’d been many, seemingly small things, that Kaz brushed off as coincidences or disregarded altogether when she pointed them out.

However, the seal of confirmation she needed came when Nina confided in her about how Kaz’s heart behaved around y/n.

Even if the bastard of the barrel had enough excuses or lies to justify the behaviors she spied, even he couldn’t hide his heart when it came to Nina’s Grisha abilities.

After a particularly difficult heist that had failed miserably, Nina went to Inej, needing to gossip.

She’d claimed she simply couldn’t keep it to herself and that y/n wouldn’t listen.

That night, Nina told Inej how she’d begun to notice a pattern where Kaz’s heartbeat would pick up its tempo when y/n would enter the room.

How, the girl had made his heart literally skip one beat when she’d shown up looking beautiful in an extravagant gown Nina purchased for the heist to have y/n blend in that evening, despite his face not bearing any emotions.

How, when y/n disappeared from everyone’s sights during a sudden scene of chaos, Kaz’s heart raced so rapidly that Nina herself had to catch her breath.

Nina knew without a doubt Kaz was truly overwhelmed by y/n.

She’d never tell him this; Saints forbid he ever found out she’d been listening to his heart without his knowledge.

But according to Nina, she tried to tell y/n that night to both cheer her up after a failed heist and to tease her about Kaz.

However, y/n seemed to sense the mockery and shut Nina down; politely as always, but Nina sensed there was more to it.

After that, no matter how much Nina swore she was being sincere, it seemed the girl didn’t want to hear it.

Hence why she’d sought out Inej.

Inej didn’t tell Nina what she herself saw, it wasn’t like her to even engage in such gossip to start with.

But she knew far too well how frustrating it could be to see Kaz acting this way and neither him nor y/n noticing or acting on it, so she let Nina vent.

That night, Inej and Nina swore to not interfere, wanting to maintain their friendships (or whatever it was they were to Kaz) with them both.

They are also both sure that at some point, Kaz would come to his senses; after all, this was Dirtyhands, and Dirtyhands never failed to get what he wanted.

And he so clearly wanted her, it had to be just a matter of time.

It took being vulnerable and honest, something both girls knew would take time but would only be received that much better by y/n when it did.

So they swore to let it be.

That didn’t mean they wouldn’t still tease him (not y/n after Nina mentioned fearing she upset their friend by sounding insincere earlier) and spy on him to see how he behaved.

Hence why in the current situation, Inej chose to switch to silent intrigue.

———

“With two hot chocolates?” Jesper teased, spinning the rings on his fingers.

“Yes, with two. I knew one of my crows, statistically you, Jesper, would do something to ruin one. Chances of you ruining two however, were much less likely. And I for one did want to limp back across Ketterdam for a new order” Kaz lied.

Jesper raised an eyebrow at Inej who just bit her lip and smirked.

Jesper too, knew better than to trust that defense.

First, Kaz would undoubtedly have made one of them, likely Jesper, go and get him a new order of that had happened.

Secondly, on a related note, the fact Kaz was even getting this order himself was odd.

Especially if you considered the weather and his patently sore leg.

Plus, he may not be able to feel or see what Inej and Nina have, but he’d be horribly blind to not have caught on to Kaz’s preferential treatment towards y/n.

———

She’d usually get the best role in heists, much to the others’ annoyance.

It wasn’t that y/n wasn’t good at her job, because, she was; but, that didn’t mean she needed the best time every time.

Jesper quickly saw that she got yelled at and/or reprimanded far less than him from the start (although, truthfully, that could be explained by many other reasons. Something Kaz so kindly pointed out to Jesper one night).

In addition, Jesper, like the other crows, knew y/n would often sleep in Kaz’s room.

He wasn’t sure how that worked, with Kaz’s touch sensitivity and all, as no one was allowed in, but Jesper knew it happened.

The two never tried to hide that behavior from the others as it had started early on after y/n had joined their gang.

Long before the other signs of Kaz’s pining were there, and the crows all knew everyone needed someone to lean on (metaphorically in Kaz’s case of course) after heists had gone wrong or just when dealing with life in Ketterdam.

Therefore, they’d all assumed y/n was Kaz’s outlet for that, -even if they doubted the bastard ever opened up about such matters- and that, for some reason Jesper couldn’t fathom, y/n had chosen Kaz as her closest support system.

However, as time passed Jesper got suspicious there was more there.

He knew Kaz too well by now, as reserved as he might be, to not see the changes in the person he considered not just a boss but a close friend.

Plus, he truly enjoyed the annoyance he saw in Kaz when he’d tease him about y/n, even if Jesper knew it wouldn’t end well for him.

———

Whether or not there was something going on, and whether that explained the pumpkin spice hot chocolate ordeal, didn’t matter.

His crows had picked up on something, and, like any good crow, they weren’t going to forget it or let it go anytime soon.

However, the rest of the walk back to the slat was silent, much to Kaz’s relief.

Albeit, he was surprised when neither attempted to follow him to his room.

He checked the hallway first and upon not seeing anyone, he knocked on his own door before entering.

Y/n looked up from the pile of blankets and pillows she’d drug into his room months ago, sitting up and smiling as he entered.

Kaz noticed she’d been reading a copy of the latest book he picked up from the university bookstore a few days ago.

“How is it?” He asked, setting the soaking wet cardboard drink carrier down on his cluttered desk.

“I love it” She answered, Kaz hearing the smile in her tone as he removed his coat.

“Yeah?” He asked, facing her ss her raised an eyebrow, her signal to continue.

He’d grown to learn how much she not only loved to read but loved to talk to someone about what she had read.

He was flummoxed at first when he’d himself not hating the activity and instead discovering that they both found it calming and gained momentary peace through the routine.

Y/n blushed slightly, making Kaz smirk softly as he waited for her to carry on.

“Mmhm, this guy Julian I wasn’t so sure about at first. I mean, the main character, Scarlett, let’s him lead her on these adventures but she hardly even knows him other than that he doesn’t seem trustworthy and is a potentially dangerous criminal!“ y/n rambled, prompting Kaz to raise an eyebrow at her again as he waited to see if she picked up on the irony.

“But, it turns out he’s not a bad guy. This other guy is, I think. His name is Legend, I guess but I don’t know which person he is” she shrugs before melting back into her pile of fluff as her blankets and pillows shift to accommodate her.

“Hmm, his name is Legend?” Kaz asked, limping to his dresser to get dry clothes.

“He certainly does sound like the villain” Kaz joked, not truthfully caring about the book but rather pleased she did.

If he was being honest with himself for once, he’d admit that he could’ve listened to y/n talk to him about anything and still want to be present to hear it.

Saints, the boy would probably settle for listening to her incessantly discuss something as mundane as the weather or something he knew far too comprehensively already.

“I think so, I’m not done and I guess there’s more books in the series so I’ll absolutely need to go purchase them tomorrow” She laughed shyly as she detected how geeky she likely sounded.

“I can-“ Kaz began, leaning on the dresser with his back to her as he removed his saturated vest, water dripping from it still.

“Kaz,” y/n interjected, noticing the dresser was taking the brunt of his weight, indicating to her that he was in pain.

“Yes?” He asked, tossing his vest and undershirt into the hamper in the corner before grabbing a fresh one.

Y/n bit her lip as she pushed away the intimate nature of the situation she was in and the impressive muscle definition of his back; currently far more focused on his leg.

“Did you use your pain lotion today?” She asked softly, hoping to not offend him.

He stifled silently, halting the buttoning of his black long-sleeve button down shirt before he sighed.

Y/n frowned and reluctantly looked back to her book, feeling guilty for asking about such a private matter but still distressed over his state.

Kaz turned around when he concluded she wasn’t going to push.

He ran a hand through his wet hair and down his face guiltily.

“I did, yes” he said, as softly as he could manage given his resistance to disclose such details to anyone.

He watched as she smiled tenderly and nodded a few times, her eyes still in her book.

Kaz’s forehead wrinkled as he squinted at her, troubled that even buried in a massive heap of comfort items and a book in her hands y/n still appeared discontent.

He took a deep breath and resumed changing the remainder of his clothing.

After he dried his hair enough for the time being, he limped to his bed and sat on the edge of it.

“Y/n,” he sighed, frustrated with himself for allowing the girl to make him display his vulnerability, “would you ever be so kind as to bring me the pain lotion?”

Y/N’s head perked up, her eyes leaving the page that Kaz knew all too well she hadn’t actually been reading; perceiving how her eyes had lingered on that page far too long.

“Of course” She stood within seconds, repressing a sympathetic smile, “the usual place?”

Kaz nodded and studied her as she made her way to his bedside table and grabbed the lotion from within its drawers.

The lotion has been placed inside a bottle that was designed to look like a stray bottle of whiskey.

Y/n had concocted the charade in order for Kaz to comply with her request demand he keep the treatment in his room.

He’d resisted, protesting he would not have anyone else knowing that he needed such a crutch.

While she argued that she noticed no one else was even allowed in his room without him present, she conceded to forming this ruse.

“You’re running low,” she commented, placing herself in front of him but not close enough to touch him by accident.

He nodded slowly, “I will pick up more tomorrow”.

She smiled thankfully at him, handing him the bottle containing what little supply was left.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice a mere whisper, “thank you.”

Y/n bit her lip and glanced at the floor under her slipper covered feet as she nodded, “it’s not a problem Kaz”.

He took the opportunity of her not looking to smile fleetingly in her direction.

He wordlessly pulled up his loose pant leg and applied a minuscule amount of the topical solution to it, an unintended sigh of relief escaping as the tincture-based lotion sent warmth through the tense muscles and inflamed joints.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n questioned, a pleased look on her face as she popped back into her pile on the floor.

“You just did” Kaz smirked, lowering his pant leg back over his swollen leg.

She glared at him and raised an eyebrow as she knowingly waited for her request to be approved.

Kaz hated that she knew he’d give in and let her ask whatever had been plaguing her mind.

He laughed once, gratified by her marginal irritation, “yes, my darling y/n, so long as I get to ask one of you”.

She tilted her head to the side and nodded slowly, intrigued by what he, Kaz Brekker -the boy who knew everything about everything and everyone-, wanted to ask her.

“Ladies first” He smirked, laughing timidly at her bewilderment.

She pursed her lips as she jokingly glared at him for the faux chivalry, and if it wasn’t for the fear of once again facing the unrelenting waves that arise with physical contact, he felt certain he would try to kiss those delicate lips until she was no longer glaring.

“Fine” She scoffed lightheartedly, “I was wondering why you were gone all day. I thought you’d have a heist for us to plan… well, you to plan, me to supervise you plan and fix the problems in said plan”.

He huffed, the low lighting in the room enhancing the twinkle in his eyes “oh, is that so?”

She smirked and nodded simply as if it were obvious, “Sundays are usually for planning. Not that I mind reading this book, although I’m sadly nearly finished now… anyways, it’s freezing and you disappeared only to return dripping literal lakes of water onto the floor “.

Kaz blushed faintly, cursing his pale skin for wrecking his attempt to remain solidly stoic for this discussion.

“I had business to attend to” He answered, pushing on his cane in order to stand up.

“What’re you-“ y/n began to object, but he curtly nodded at her to stop her.

“I grabbed us something on my return” Kaz admitted, removing the drinks from the now mushy container.

Kaz didn’t feel the need to mention that the business he referenced needing to attend to was in fact the very act of getting the drinks and nothing more.

Y/N’s eyes widened with excitement as Kaz shakingly approached her, somehow managing to balance the two drinks in his hand that was not holding his cane.

“What? Is this…” she grinned widely, beaming up at him as he slowly lowered himself to the floor next to her and her pile.

“Is this what I think it is?” She asked.

Kaz wanted to tease her that she’d already asked her question and he hadn’t agreed to another.

But he instead offered her, what for him counted as a smile, and nodded in response.

“Oh my Saints Kaz!” She exclaimed, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth at her sudden sacrilegious turn of phrase.

Kaz couldn’t suppress his laugh that time, especially since he’d never expected to hear his name and the word Saint in the same sentence in a non-condescending manner.

She blushed and tucked some loose hair behind her left ear before accepting the cup from him.

“To be candid, the drink is probably cold by now” he whispered, watching her fingers respectfully avoid his.

“I can go heat it up downstairs or get new-“ Kaz rambled, embarrassed by his need to please her to this extent.

She shook her head to silence him, “no, it’s fine! Thank you Kaz”.

Kaz nodded twice and watched as her eyes closed while sipping the pumpkin spice hot chocolate that Jesper hadn’t touched.

He found himself smiling like an idiot as he watched her savor the drink that undoubtedly could benefit by being heated up.

She sighed cheerfully as her body loosely sank further into the pillows and blankets.

“You know, if you keep doing that, they’ll absorb you” Kaz joked.

“Mmm, let them. That’s fine with me, it’s cozy and now I’m happy “ she smiled, eyes still closed as she pulled one of the blankets over her.

“Now?” Kaz asked with genuine concern, “you weren’t happy before?”

Of course she wasn’t happy in the barrel, he thought.

She belonged somewhere more suited for her caring heart and intelligent mind, somewhere like Ravka.

Kaz thought about offering to find her a way there and a room, debating on if he could use his connection with Strumhold for that arrangement.

Sure it meant seeing her less, but certainly Kaz could visit without it seeming odd… right?

Besides, she deserved a better life than this one, better than Ketterdam, …better man Kaz, he thought.

Y/N’s giggles brought him back to the present moment and erased all concerns and previous potential plans.

“That’s not what I meant” she smiled, “I should’ve said happier. I could stay in this humble little fuzzy abode all day. Especially when I have a good book and steal your fluffy slippers”.

Kaz shook his head, “You do realize you don’t need to be sitting on the floor, yes?”.

She smiled sweetly at him, “I know, but this position allows me to still see you when you’re at your desk. Plus I feel guilty when you make me sleep in your bed while you rest in the chair or floor, when you rest that is”.

Kaz bit the middle of his lip as the corners twisted upwards, nodding his head far too many times.

“Plus, they brighten up the place!” She teases.

That was very true, as soon as she’d wandered into his room with them, seeking solace in having something to embrace, Kaz had noticed the change in how his room looked.

“Well, the offer stands. Now, did you truly enjoy the drink?” He asks.

She raises an eyebrow at him and nods, “I did, thank you again. Are you about to start mocking me like Jesper for enjoying pumpkin spice?”

He shakes his head no, “I simply wasn’t sure if it was as you envisioned”.

She smiles, tucking her feet under her in the colorful and comfy mess surrounding her, “it was. Obviously I love any hot cocoa, but I hadn’t had a pumpkin spice one this year yet!”

“Darling, you do know it’s only barely September, don’t you?” He teases, pleased to see her blush at the pet name.

“Yes Kaz! But, they’re only available for two months each year” She defends.

He laughed quietly, “well, in that case. Would you like to join me tomorrow when I head to town?”

“What are you doing heading to town?” She asked, not picking up on his clues.

“Well, since you are nearly done and haven’t figured out who this Legend person is or if he’s a villain, it seems I am responsible to obtain the next book” He said, pointing to the hardcover book sitting between them.

“And I have to check with Rotty about a few details on a shipment. I don’t see a reason I, …or we, would be unable to stop by the cafe during the trip “ Kaz offered anxiously.

“Really?!” Y/n asked, eyes sparkling.

Kaz gave her a tentative smile, “we can’t have you missing out on the opportunity for more pumpkin spice hot chocolate”.

She blushed and nodded in agreement, “that’d be great, thank you!”

Giving her a small nod, Kaz confirms, “the deal is the deal”.

She giggled and nodded back, “the deal is the deal”.

“Kaz?” She asked, pointing to his cup, “You haven’t even drank your’s”.

He scoffed, “Jesper licked it”.

“He licked it?!” She gasps.

Chuckling for a couple seconds, Kaz clarifies, “well, drank from it, yes. But still, I don’t trust his mouth”.

Y/n bursts into laughter, her smile creasing her eyes, “did you at least whack him with your cane?”

Kaz smirked, “it was tempting, but I would’ve dropped your’s in doing so, and the consequences of that I fear would be far worse than his lips all over my cup”.

She smirked back and nodded, “alright, that’s fair… You could still drink it though. Jesper germs and all, I’d argue it might just be worth it”.

Kaz winces and shakes his head, “absolutely not. I’ll have mine tomorrow when we go to town”.

Y/n smiles directly at him before closing her eyes and leaning back into her blanket and pillow pyramid.

“Speaking of…” She mumbles, blatantly peaking at him with one eye.

“Yes y/n/n?” Kaz questions.

“Can we also stop by that little stand that has the pumpkins? I was thinking the slat could use some festive decorations” She says.

Kaz rolls his eyes but nods, “I suppose. But nothing excessive, we don’t need people getting the wrong idea”.

Y/n smirked to herself, both eyes closed again, “course not. Just a few large pumpkins and a couple baby ones“.

Kaz groaned loudly, already regretting his acceptance.

Y/n laughed, “we’ll prepay and have Matthias pick them up later”.

Kaz sighed and waited as he noticed she likely had more to add.

“Okay,” she said with glee, “so pumpkin spice hot cocoa, some pumpkins from the stand, oooh and maybe some pumpkin waffles for Nina”.

Kaz shook his head, “people are going to think I have a pumpkin obsession”.

“Since when do you care about what other people think? Well besides me” she winks jokingly, “besides, I’ll take the fall for it”.

“Was that pun intended?” He asked, smirking as she sunk into her blankets even more.

“It might have been. It might not have been. Who’s to say really?” She countered.

“You darling, I believe you would be the one to say” he teased.

Y/N’s eyes shot open, a playful evil glint in them prompting Kaz to raise his eyebrows at her as he waited for an explanation for her sudden state of alert.

“I came up with a nickname for you Kaz! If people are already going to be talking about the pumpkin scandal” she smirks, “does that mean I can now call you pumpkin?”

Kaz groaned and ran his hand down his face as he tried to not blush at the concept.

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Wish I Could Curse You (7)

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"I think you and Satoru should talk."

Suguru freezes. The rice slips through his chopsticks. "Talk?"

"Yes." Kagome plants her hands on her hips. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but whatever it is, there's no reason you can't talk it out and get your friendship back on track." She wets her lips and takes a seat next to Suguru. "I've been thinking with the loss of my family and Hojo-kun dying, that you're right about life being so short. It's too short for you and Satoru not to make amends."

"I don't think—"

"He'll be over tonight for a movie night. Would you be able to pick up some snacks?" She leans forward and rests her head on her fist. Why is he looking at her like that? Honestly, what could have been so bad that Suguru freezes at the thought of having a civil conversation with Satoru? "I gotta stop by InuYasha's today. You remember Inu right? Well, anyway. His wife, Hana, is due any day now, so I'm gonna stop by and help get their house together."

"That's sweet of you," he replies, setting his chopsticks down. "Now—ahem!" he coughs. "About Satoru stopping by?"

"Well, I don't know what he likes other than kikufuku. That can't be the only thing he eats. And he's your best friend, so you should get something he'd like as a peace offering."

"I don't think that's the kind of offering he would like to receive from me."

"Don't be difficult." She rolls her eyes and gets up. What a hypocrite. He can go on and on about how she needs to live in the present and make every moment count, but he refuses to listen to his own advice. "Either way, Satoru is coming over. Either you can join us, or you can do... whatever it is that you do when you aren't here pestering me."

"Easy. I might think you are trying to seduce me." He laughs, but it's the fakest laugh she has ever heard come from his mouth.

"Look, I'm sure whatever it is, you guys can work through it." She blows out a breath. "I mean, Inu and I didn't always get along and we got past it."

"What could he have possibly done that required your forgiveness?" He peeks at her through those long, dark lashes of his. Kagome bites the inside of her cheek. She messes with the flower vase on the table. She wants to fan herself so badly. Ever since that day, it's been harder to ignore Suguru.

"He did try to kill me the first time we met." She shrugs. "Then there was that issue with his dead girlfriend and her taking half of my soul for a bit." There, the flowers look much better slightly off to the right than in the middle of the table. "... What's with your face?"

"Can you repeat that? Dead girlfriend? Your soul?"

"Oh, it's in the past." Kagome smiles. She and Inu have come a long way. "Besides, I have the rest of my soul back, and Kikyo is resting again. It's not like she wanted to come back as a zombie." She walks back over to him and wraps her arms around him. He smells good. Better than good. "My point is, that whatever happened between you and Satoru, I think you guys can talk it out. It's obvious you guys still care about one another."

"... Can we revisit the soul thing?"

"No." She nips his ear and then freezes. He turns around so fast, she gets whiplash. Her back hits the table. "Uh? Suguru?" Her muscles tense. "I didn't—"

His lips press against hers. His hand, so large and warm, manacles her neck, applying just enough pleasure that her blood sings. She moans as his other hand grips a thigh. His fingers burn as though he's trying to brand her as his.

Wait.

"Suguru," she breathes, pushing back against his chest. His hold over her loosens, but that dark gleam in his eyes grows more heated. His dark shirt stretches, showing off the muscles hiding underneath.

"I want you," he says with no hesitation. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips while his gaze never leaves her. "I want you so badly, I'm willing to entertain this movie date with Satoru." He backs up and helps her off the table. "Text me anything you want and when to show up tonight."

She blinks. He's leaving? He never leaves unless she kicks him out.

"You're leaving?"

"Miss me already?"

"No." She turns her head away, cheeks far too warm than they have any right to be. "I'll see you tonight. Why would I miss you?"

He chuckles as he grabs his bowl off the table and deposits it into the sink. "Should I pack an overnight bag?"

"Who said you could spend the night?"

He just laughs at her before cupping her head and brushing his lips against hers. It's softer. Sweeter. And her knees shake. That's the second time he's kissed her today. She should put a stop to it. Should remind him she isn't ready for a relationship, but her mind is muddled and the longer he kisses her, the quieter those reasons become.

"I'll see you tonight." He pulls away and winks, humming to himself out the door. Kagome touches her lips. She needs to talk to Sango like now. Eri and the girls won't be of any help. They're still mad she broke up with Hojo and then his passing away unexpectedly at such a young age too, has not damped their sentiments in that regard.

So yeah, she needs to get a move on it, so she has enough time to chat with Sango before tonight. Kagome grabs a couple of items and snacks she knows Shippo-chan likes and stuffs them in her still going strong yellow bookbag. They do not make bookbags like these anymore. She shuts the door behind her and tries to sense Suguru.

Good.

He actually left.

Talking about the well and how she time travels is not something she wants to get into. At least not yet. Yes, Suguru has been here for her since losing her family and he knows about InuYasha now, but she needs to be sure he won't try to use the time travel to his advantage.

Maybe she's just jaded these days, but Suguru doesn't have to know everything about her. Kagome jumps into the well and the fresh air of the past greets her. The quality is so clean. So peaceful. If only she could experience this kind of air quality and her way of living back in her time.

She heads out to find Sango. If there is anyone that can give her advice, it'll be Sango-chan.

Kagome heads into the village where she finds Sango trying to wrangle in the twins. "Hey Sango!" she calls, waving her hand. Sango smiles warmly at her. Her simple kimono is yellow with pink flowers. It looks amazing on Sango. But Kagome is biased. She swears everything looks amazing on the demon slayer. "Do you have time for a chat? And I got goodies for everyone."

The twins swarm her backpack and take off with their respective dolls. Sango shakes her head and interlocks their arms together. They head down to the river and sit. Kagome pulls out some snacks and hands some to Sango.

"What's on your mind?" Sango asks, munching on a chip. She crosses her legs and leans back.

"Suguru kissed me again."

"The sorcerer guy that tried to save your family?"

"Yeah, he's been around nearly every day. At least it feels that way. Sometimes we go out and exorcise curses together." Kagome blows out a breath. "He wants more than I can give him."

"I think you are so strong for everyone else that you don't know how to allow someone to shoulder your pain, too." Sango sets the bag of chips down in her lap and looks out at the river. "No one is saying that you can't do both. You can grieve the loss of your family... and the loss of Hojo, while still allowing this Suguru to be there for you. Take it day by day. Isn't that what you told me when I was on the fence about Miroku?"

Kagome frowns. Yes, she did tell Sango to take it day by day with Miroku.

"Are you not attracted to him?"

"I am," she admits. "Suguru is..." Her mind goes blank. There are no words to fully encompass how attractive she finds him. "But there's also the dilemma with Satoru. Him and Suguru are friends, even though they don't seem to be speaking right now."

"That is quite the dilemma." Sango hums. "Are they upset with you?"

Are they upset? Satoru hasn't really mentioned it, but it's as though she's come out and told him she and Suguru have kissed. And he's not her boyfriend. "Satoru doesn't bring it up. Suguru has only complained that I was willing to sleep with Satoru and not him. But Satoru was only going to be a one-night thing. It's not like I knew they were friends."

Kagome falls back on the grass and stretches her legs out. "I should cancel this movie night with all of us."

"... If neither of them cares, why not have both?"

Kagome blinks. Did she hear Sango correctly? Both? "I'm sorry? What?" She turns her head to the side and looks over at Sango, who seems non-phased by the words she just uttered.

Sango shrugs. "Take it day by day?"

"I think Miroku has rubbed off on you."

"I hope he does later."

Kagome closes her eyes and laughs. Miroku has corrupted Sango, that's for sure. She and Sango continue to chat for a while until their legs go numb and it's time for Sango to get started on dinner. Kagome stops by InuYasha's and Hana's hut on her way back to the well. Their child will be born any day now, and Kagome wants them to be as comfortable as possible.

"Oi!" InuYasha calls from behind her while she has one leg over the edge of the well.

"What is it?" It's not like InuYasha to chase her down. At least not anymore.

"What happened with your family. It wasn't your fault." He turns his head away, though she can see the pink on his cheeks from here.

"They were your family, too. Mama always considered you as hers."

"I know," he says softly. "I just... it wasn't your fault, so stop moping around like it is." He shoves his hands into the sleeves of his red fire rat haori. "And stop by more often. Hana likes when you do."

Kagome smiles. "I'll try my best." She swings her other leg over and hops down. The familiar magic warms her bones and before she knows it, she's staring up at the inside of the well house. First thing she needs to do is take a shower and then get some things in order before Suguru and Satoru get here.

Kagome opens the door and takes one step out of the well house when Satoru's curse energy wraps around her.

"What are you doing?" Satoru asks. Kagome freezes.

Why is he here early? And doesn't he know that those sweatpants hint at everything? Is he even wearing boxers?

"Cleaning the well house. What are you doing here so early?" She grips the straps of her yellow backpack and prays her face doesn't give her lies away. "Movie night doesn't start for another hour?"

"I'm actually on time for once. Did you lose track cleaning?" He moves to take her bookbag, but she sidesteps him and motions for him to follow.

"Oh really? I left my watch inside." She goes for nonchalant. If Satoru is telling the truth, then must have got caught up in the past catching up with everyone. Which means then, that Suguru is probably inside. He doesn't have a key, but he gets in somehow. He refuses to tell her how exactly he is breaking in. "Suguru must be inside then."

"... Yeah, I sense his cursed energy inside. Thought it was just going to be us, though," he says, with a huff.

"Really? I could have sworn I said join us for a movie night." Great, did she lead him on? "Well, that's not a problem, right? You and Suguru? He picked out the snacks for us."

"Look, Kagome. Suguru isn't—"

"Sa-to-ru," Suguru greets, opening the front door. "Seems you found Kagome. I've been calling you for hours."

Kagome tilts her head to the side as she slides out of her shoes. "You should wear your hair down more often. I like it." She brushes past while Suguru appears stunned by her admission. It's not a lie. Something about Suguru with his hair down and not pulled back makes him look far more... feral.

Her stomach clenches.

"I'm going to take a quick shower!" she calls out. "You guys pick out the movie list."

"Can I join?" Satoru calls back.

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Sure, after you two have worked out your differences."

Kagome shifts as she gets comfortable on the couch. Sandwiched between Satoru and Suguru, she can feel the animosity brewing between the two of them. She rolls her eyes. Maybe she should leave and give them some space to talk things out? Since they clearly didn't take the time to chat when she was getting ready.

Suguru reaches over and lifts one leg and places it over his. "That's better," he says, looking straight ahead. She can't remember the name of the movie, but the horror aspect of it could use some work.

"For who?" Kagome wonders. It's a bit awkward to the say the least. Satoru stretches and places an arm around her. "Satoru?"

"Hm?" His jaw ticks. The light from the tv highlights the strong cut of his jaw. Her stomach flutters. "Did you want to stretch your legs?" He grabs her other leg and places it over his. With his free hand, he squeezes her thigh.

"... Are you guys going to talk about it? We can pause the movie." Not to mention, this pose is a bit awkward. It's as though they are fighting for a piece of her instead of talking to one another. And the movie isn't all that interesting. Or maybe her standards are too high now with the horrors she has seen? Either way, this pose feels a tad bit scandalous, even with her shorts on.

"Talk?" Satoru scoffs. "With the movie playing?"

"There's no need for us to talk about it," Suguru says, his fingers inch forward. Kagome swallows. Surely he doesn't mean what she thinks he means.

"About getting your friendship back on track," she says weakly, trying to wrangle in this situation. Dealing with Suguru is one thing. Dealing with Suguru and Satoru at the same is another ball park. She didn't prepare for this situation.

"Life is short," Suguru says, drawing circles on her thigh, "Too short for you to keep denying yourself."

"Suguru," Satoru warns.

"The fact that you are still here tells me you're hoping for the same thing." Suguru chuckles. The low, menacing chuckle does wicked things to Kagome's resolve. "Surely you knew I would be here. What were you hoping for?"

There's a dark, sensuous undercurrent in the air. Kagome swallows. It's as though Suguru and Satoru are having a conversation within the conversation. She feels a little off-kilter sitting between the two. Perhaps she should just get up and give them privacy?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Satoru asks, angling his head toward her. She can't see his expression with the sunglasses in the way, but there's a seriousness to him that strikes her as odd.

"No, I'd tell you to stop if I was."

The smirk is instantaneous.

"But you two should talk," she continues, moving her leg from his lap. "Suguru," she says with a sigh, while his hands tighten on her thigh. "Let me up."

"Or what?" He angles his head towards her, his long dark hair brushes against her shoulder. "What if I never want to let you go?"

"You're hilarious," she replies flatly, jerking her leg and attempting to kick out at him. Suguru moves towards her, but she jumps back and hits Satoru. "Sorry," she says, glancing up at Satoru. The blood in her face rushes down her body. Satoru pushes his sunglasses up. His blue eyes are so vibrant in the dark.

They really do sparkle.

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable," he murmurs. His hands lift her up as he bends down, stealing her breath away. Suguru's hands grip her legs, reminding her he isn't going anywhere.

She aches.

Kissing Satoru is like kissing the sun with how warm he is. His warmth seeps into her skin. Her hands fist his shirt.

"Wait," she says, slightly breathless. "Don't you—"

"We've already talked," Suguru interrupts. His fingers toy with the edge of her shorts. "Do I get to kiss you too?" He slides his hands up, hooking his fingers in her shorts, but he makes no move to pull them down. Kagome bites her lip. Is she really about to do this?

With both of them? On this cramped couch? Not that her bed would be any better.

If she does this, there's no going back. She thinks back to her talk with Sango. Kagome nods, not trusting herself to get the words out.

"I want to hear you say it," Suguru says, though he slides her shorts off and closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. "Need you to say it. Isn't that right, Satoru?"

"Say it, otherwise I'm kicking him out." Satoru eyes flit from Suguru to her. Oh. He's serious. Her face must be the color of a tomato with how hot her face is.

"I want both of you," she admits. Suguru has panties off and his face between her legs before she can finish. The moan wretches itself free. "Sug—" Satoru swallows her moans and makes them his own.

Her body burns from the stretch. Suguru swirls his tongue inside of her and she could die right there with no regrets. He eats her as though his life depends on it. As though he's been aching to have her like this.

Maybe he has.

Suguru groans with every swipe of his tongue. Satoru doesn't stop kissing her. Her body is disoriented. It doesn't know which pleasure to focus on. Her legs tremble. She grips Satoru's shirt tighter.

Fuck, she's close. Almost there. Suguru spreads her thighs, opening her up to him. He doesn't let up. Doesn't give her a moment to breathe. Her orgasm crashes over her like a storm.

Wild.

Uncontrollable.

She screams as she comes, but it comes out muffled with how determined Satoru is with taking every breath of hers away.

"Kami, you taste amazing," Suguru says, eyes closed in bliss, while his hands run down her sides. The angle must be uncomfortable with how tall Suguru is, but if he's uncomfortable, he doesn't act like it. "Have you had a taste?"

Kagome sucks in a breath. Her nipples strain. Her body aches so badly. Suguru talks about her as those she is the greatest thing ever.

"Not yet," Satoru murmurs. His fingers pluck at her nipples through her thin tank top. Suddenly, he's pulling her away from Suguru as though she weighs nothing.

Suguru grunts. The light from the tv highlights the crazed gleam in his eyes. "I need to grab some stuff."

Grab some stuff?

She wants to question him, but Satoru repositions her, so her cunt is on his lips, and she has to grip the back of the couch to stay upright.

"Fuck, you are sweet," Satoru groans. He moves her hips back and forth, urging her to ride his face.

She's sensitive from the orgasm Suguru licked out of her, and now Satoru is determined to ruin her more. Her moans are broken variations of his name. He suctions his lips around her nub and her vision goes white.

Shit.

This was an awful idea. There's no way she can look either of them in the eye now and not think about tonight. Day by day, her ass. How is she going to survive this night? Satoru slaps her ass. It stings. She hopes he does it again.

"Stay with me, Gome-chan. Gonna make you feel you good," he coos, squeezing her cheeks. "Ride me, just like that."

She rocks back and forth, eyes closed, head thrown back, as she chases another high. "Satoru," she moans, "Close."

"Yeah?" He grabs her hips and moves her up and down, guiding her while he fucks her with his tongue. "Give it all to me. Just like that. Look at how much ya leaking. Keep coming on my tongue."

"Isn't she sweet?" Suguru asks.

Kagome opens her eyes. Rope? Satoru coaxes the orgasm out of her, and she squeezes her eyes shut again. Her breaths are erratic. Her legs feel like jello. And why the hell does Suguru have rope? Satoru? Suguru? Someone grabs her and helps her to sit upright on the couch.

"What's with the rope?" she asks, trying to catch her breath. Suguru toys with the rope, though his eyes never leave hers.

"I enjoy seeing you helpless."

Of course he does.

She suspects Suguru just likes her in general, but she doesn't call him out on it. "And what if I'd rather tie you up instead?"

"That could be arranged," Satoru agrees, shedding his clothes like a damn snake. Her hand flies to her chest. She figured he'd be big. She didn't think he would be that big. "See something you like?" Satoru grips his cock in one hand and strokes.

Fuck, that should be illegal.

"It's not that impressive," Suguru says with a snort. He kicks his pants off and bends down until he is eye level. "Here, I told you, you could do whatever you want with me." He pushes the rope into her hands and Kagome is speechless. She never thought Suguru would be the type.

Maybe she should stop thinking and just go with it.

"You're just mad because she came harder with me." Satoru walks around the couch and reaches for her shirt. "Just say the word and I'll kick Suguru out."

"That's my line," Suguru says, tapping the rope. "How bout it?" He holds out his hands with a smile on his face. Suguru may be offering to be tied up, but Kagome feels like a mouse, and she is their prey. She clucks her tongue, trying to ignore how Satoru's large hands cup her breast, toying with her nipples idly.

She ties Suguru's hands together and preens at the knot.

"... Have you done this before?" He admires the knot.

"No. Lucky first try?" Yeah, she isn't about to tell him about how often she used to get kidnapped. He freaked out about the whole not having all of her soul at one point. Suguru would probably double down and never let her out of his sight.

"Hm." Suguru doesn't seem all that convinced, but he doesn't press her. "Lift her up," Suguru commands, like he knows Satoru will listen to him.

And he does.

Maybe they did talk?

Satoru holds her bridal style and kisses her. She tastes herself on his tongue.

"Satoru," Suguru warns. Satoru rolls his eyes and eases her back down on top of Suguru. Her cunt clenches, desperate to have him inside of her. Suguru wets his lips. His hands rest behind him with his elbows pointed outward. He looks helpless, but she knows if Suguru wanted to, he could break out of his bindings.

"Is this what you wanted?" she murmurs, stroking his thick cock. He shifts and thrusts into her hand. She spreads the pre-cum over the mushroom shaped head. His cock is like a work of art.

"Don't tease," he says, eyes hooded. The noise from the movie goes silent.

Satoru tosses the remote on the table and then brushes his fingers across her lips. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, before pulling away. Warmth spreads through her. There's an odd reverence to his tone. She can't put her finger on it, but there's a shift in the room,

She rises and sinks down on Suguru. Her breath catches.

"Shit," he breathes, "you feel like... fuck." His eyes slide shut as her walls stretch around him. Satoru has Suguru on length, but damn if Suguru's cock isn't stretching her to the brim. She places her hands on his chest and rides him, nice and slow. Little moans escape her. Broken versions of Suguru's name.

He feels good. Better than good.

"Use me, just like that," he coos.

Satoru places a foot next to Suguru's head and reaches for her, guiding her head down. His vibrant blue eyes darken with such intensity, it should scare her. She opens her mouth and welcomes him in, gagging slightly when he hits the back of her throat. He fucks her face, slowly, allowing her to adjust to him.

"Sorry, Kagome," Suguru says, "Need to touch you." His hands are on her in an instant. So much for those bindings. She moans around Satoru's cock while Suguru takes control and drives into her. His hands grip her hips so tightly, she is sure there will be marks of his hands on her. He slides his hands up and cups her breasts.

"How does she feel?" Satoru asks, as though he and Suguru are having an everyday conversation.

"Like a dream," Suguru replies, snapping his hips up. For two people who pretend to not be friends anymore, they fuck her in perfect synchrony. Her mind is free of anything other than the way they love her. Suguru gives her one hard thrust and then lifts her off him. She swears they must have telepathy with how Satoru pulls out of her mouth and maneuvers her, so she is facing Suguru with her ass to Satoru.

"Fuck, ya do feel like a dream. Should have known with how sweet you taste." He slides into her, and the moan punches her in the throat with a vengeance. "Wanna live in this pussy," he babbles.

Suguru brushes the hair out of her face and kisses her softly. Much softer than the one they shared earlier. Her body hums in pleasure. "I want you," he says. "Can I have you?"

He's asking that now?

Satoru slides a hand around and plays with her clit. She squeezes her eyes shut. The pleasure is too much. She wants to run. She wants to stay. Suguru kisses her again before urging her to take him into her mouth.

"Don't come in her."

"That's not up to you."

Suguru threads his fingers through her hair and grabs a fistful. She gags as he pushes her head further down. Satoru's hips snap into her and then stops. She breathes through her nose and pulls back enough to look up.

Oh.

She blinks.

Suguru grips the back of Satoru's head with his other hand. For a moment she wonders if they forgot about her, but Satoru nips Suguru's lip. The red gleams under the harsh light. Suguru licks at the blood coating his lips.

"Sugr—"

"We'll talk later." Suguru glances down at her. "If I had my phone, I'd take a picture of you with my cock between your lips."

Kagome glares at him, but it lacks all the heat, with her hand wrapped around his cock, and Satoru thrusting from behind. She whines, her throat just a bit raw. "Glad you two—ah!" she swallows the moan. "Made up."

Suguru laughs and then pushes his cock past her lips once more. "Something like that." His legs tremble as he fucks her mouth. Satoru says something, but she can't hear him over her muffled moans and Suguru's. He shoots his come down her mouth, his cock twitching as he spends himself inside of her.

Some of it leaks out, but she swipes it up with her tongue.

"Satoru," Suguru warns, but he's clearly out of breath as he caresses the side of her face.

"Not up to you," Satoru quips, gripping her hips. "Come on Gome-chan, where do you want it?"

Where does she want it?

"I'm on birth control," she says, slightly stunned by her own admission. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She can still taste the slightly salty taste of Suguru.

"Oho," Satoru says, "Hear that Suguru, looks like Gome-chan wants me to fill her up." He lifts one of her legs and she has to hold on to Suguru. "Damn, you're flexible."

"Look at me," Suguru commands, taking her lips once more. Her body wants to give out. She's lost track of how many orgasms she's had now. Satoru pounds into her, while holding her leg up. He reaches places within her she didn't even know could be reached.

He comes, and like magic, Satoru's orgasm triggers her own.

She. Is. Spent.

Satoru eases her leg down but makes no move to pull out. Kagome lifts her head and turns to look back at him. His sunglasses fell back on his face, hiding his eyes from view.

"Give me a moment," he breathes. "That was..." he trails off. His mind must be as jumbled up as hers.

"So about staying the night," Suguru says, because he isn't really asking her, that much she can tell. She suspects he already has an overnight bag packed and probably chilling in the closet.

"Yes, you can spend the night." She rolls her eyes and shivers when Satoru pulls out. "But I need another bath."

"And this couch is too small," Satoru says. "Got any extra bedding?"

"I do?" Satoru is staying too? She worries her bottom lip. Now what? Thank them for the mind-blowing sex? Suguru pokes her forehead.

"Stop overthinking it." He stands and picks her up. "The extra bedding is in the upstairs closet by the bathroom," Suguru says, heading towards the stairs.

"You've been snooping?" She pokes Suguru's chest.

"Do you want it in the ass next?"

Her mouth drops. How can he just come out and ask that?

"Kami, you're cute. It's no wonder Satoru is obsessed as I am."

Kagome looks back at Satoru, walking behind them. He pushes his sunglasses up and winks. Her face burns.

Day by day. She can do that. No problem.

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A/N: Happy New Year! Even though is the last update for 2023 lol. Am I going to ignore the smut I just wrote? Yes. lmao.

"Could Suguru have tempted Kagome to the dark side?" - I think he could have by making it seem like certain people were bad. Kind of like how Naraku for awhile was able to trick Sango.

"Do I think Toji's worm was the straw that broke Geto?"- It definitely didn't help since he was running off of seeing Riko get shot and Satoru was possibly dead too.

"Forthright still writes fanfic"- I'll have to check out their published works. If I go down that route, then I need like a really cool pen name lol.

"Is Geto above baby trapping Kagome?"- I don't think so, but he is above getting her drunk since he wants her to want him.

"Do I think Geto neutralized some threats to Gojo?"- No, only because I can't think of anyone that would have gone after Gojo. But, I think Geto having people come to his temple with their curses, helped Gojo in a roundabout way. Geto wasn't really killing a bunch of non-sorcerers. He was using them to get more curses for his 'army' which gave jujutsu sorcerers less curses to exorcise.

"Geto is the king of rizz"- Geto's gaslightlighting is on a thousand. He gaslit Kagome and Gojo in this chapter.

As always, take care of yourselves! I know with the new year, we like to set big goals. I would highly suggest choosing one big goal to work towards and allowing the momentum of that to snowball into completing smaller goals. I have a one-night stand fic that I am hoping to write in 2024, but first at least one story needs to be complete before I do. Stay safe. Drink your water. And if you go out for New Year, try to be aware of your surroundings. Here's to more fics in 2024.

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru #inuyasha x jujutsu kaisen #getoxkagome #getoxkagomexgojo #geto fanfic #kagome smut #gojo smut #geto smut #crossposted on ao3

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a-sweeter-solarsystem · 10 months

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I’ll be better than you.

ao3 may be down but I’m still gonna find ways to post my silly little writings >:(

Also managed to find the edited version that’s up on ao3 so I didn’t have to rely on my original draft!! Horrah!!

Side note that sign language is its own language! Any sign language depicted in this work is written in plain english both because I find it difficult to convey all the emotions and gestures in sign language into written english, and I'm still learning the language myself and don't want to accidentally mistranslate anything (；v；)

This work takes place during season of the haunted, shortly after the first attempt at severing his nightmare.

Crow's body felt heavy. The past weeks had taken a toll on everyone. Between the nightmares and the seemingly endless patrols on the leviathan, he felt almost like a spirit wandering aimlessly for its purpose. Commander Zavala had finally convinced him to rest. Cal as well. Hell, with how busy Crow had been he couldn’t even fathom what sorts of things Cal had been doing.

Cal passed out first. He had made himself comfortable hugging Crow's chest and resting his head over his heart. Crow held him, welcoming the warmth of his partner, but he couldn't find the willpower to join him in resting. His mind still stirred, strong emotions lingering.

He just wished he could sleep. Even if just for a little while.

Irritation clouded Crow's thoughts the moment he heard Uldren's voice from somewhere nearby. "Don't you ever worry about him?"

Don't you have anything better to do?

Crow kept the comment to himself, taking Eris' advice to ignore Uldren's torment. The nightmare walked out from the wall to his bedside. His former self smiled, scanning him and Cal as if looking for something to jab at. Crow instinctively placed a hand on Cal's back.

"He's so weak. And yet, oh so volatile. A dangerous combination, if you ask me."

Crow's jaw clenched. Uldren caught the gesture immediately, "Have you thought about what would happen if you lost him?"

"I'm not going to."

"And why is that?" Uldren seemed to lean closer. A twisted smile curling on the nightmare's lips, "Remembering what happened last time you lost someone?"

"That wasn’t…" Crow snapped his head to look Uldren in the eye. He corrected himself and spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm not you. I won't make the same mistakes you did."

"You say that now...But you forget how close he's already come to true death. One of these days-"

"ENOUGH!"

Crow shouted with his whole body. He didn't notice he had pushed hard against Cal's chest, jolting the younger hunter awake. Crow's focus remained on his nightmare, "Cal isn't going anywhere and neither am I! You might've been too weak to move on but I’m not. Stop trying to make me feel so alone."

A satisfied grin rested on Uldren's face. It disgusted Crow.

"LEAVE!"

Uldren faded into the darkness. Crow took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. As the room and its sensations returned to him, he looked down and froze.

Cal was watching him, wide eyed, and scared. He was sat upright in front of him, tense and uneasy. He seemed to be holding his breath. Guilt pulled Crow's heart down to his gut.

"Cal I...I'm sorry I..."

Crow held up his hands defensively, but it made Cal flinch. He lowered them, choosing instead to only draw one hand close to his chest to sign an apology.

Crow waited and watch Cal slowly unravel himself. Hesitantly, Cal signed, "What was that?"

"Uldren" Crow signed a reply.

Cal looked briefly back to where he had seen Crow shouting and back. All that was there was the empty space of their bedroom. Crow added, "It was nothing...He was just trying to annoy me."

Cal’s brows furrowed and his eyes seemed softer. "What did he say?"

Crow laid back down, inviting Cal to do the same by shifting off to the side of the bed. "The usual. That I'm weak, that I killed people...he's very unoriginal" Crow lied with a weak smile.

Cal seemed unconvinced. His light green eyes studied Crow, watching his partner’s smile fade more and more. "Are you okay?"

Crow took a long look at his partner. He thought about Cal the first time they met. He was so scared. He looked starved, with dark circles of exhaustion and anxious glances every few seconds to see who was watching him. He had seen Cal grow the past year. Seen how much stronger he became. He learned to control both the light and darkness within him, helped fight countless enemies, and even showed him a thing or two about being a guardian.

He thought about himself, of where he started. Nameless at first, working for Spider and being treated like dirt. Being saved by others time and time again because they chose to look beyond his face and see who he truly was. He recalled the way Zavala used to look at him. Then remembered how even through the uncertainty Zavala still offered him a hand. That he still allowed him a place in the vanguard. And with that trust, others learned to trust him as well.

They, Cal and Crow, they were both forced to build themselves from the ground up. They lied. They fought. They survived. And they recovered. Even though the memories of their pasts haunt them, they’re here now. They’re alive. And they are a million times better now than they were back then.

"Yeah...I think so."

Cal finally joined him, keeping his nervous gaze on Crow’s hands in case there was anything else to say. He wrapped an arm around Cal's shoulder, resting his cheek against Cal’s head. No matter what Uldren said, he won't let it come between them.

#destiny #destiny crow #destiny uldren sov #uldren sov #destiny guardian #destiny guardian oc #guardian x crow #nightmare uldren sov #destiny 2 #destiny oc #destiny 2 fanfiction #destiny fanfiction #fanfiction #guardian oc #go back to work lukas #fr tho stay off ao3 until they get the site fixed jfaskdljfds #im glad i was able to yoink this cause I was worried they might have to reset at some point to fix the servers after the ddos :')

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atlabeth · 3 years

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everything happens for a reason part 3 - zuko x fem!reader

I feel so much, I get carried away

part 2 | masterlist | part 4

a/n: enjoy the fluff in this chapter bc its not gonna last

once again for reference - this chapter takes place 2 years after the last one so y/n is 11 and zuko is 12

warning(s): eating/food, but otherwise its pure fluff

wc: 3.3k

chapter title comes from carried away by madison beer!

i ran out of kid zuko gifs so i had to make my own smh if you want something done you gotta do it yourself

The young friendship only flourished after that fateful day. Zuko and Y/N began spending almost all of their freetime together between Y/N teaching him about her culture, their usual talking in the hallways, and finding ways to hang out together outside of her schedule. She was absolutely delighted to be teaching Zuko though, so she always made sure there was time for her self proclaimed academy.

Y/N was constantly busy around the castle, so in order to hang out they had started waking up extra early — the pair had become experts at sneaking around the castle with the first rays of the sun. The gardens were a favourite because of its availability, and of course, the turtleducks. It also gave Y/N a chance to bend outside of healing, something that they began to take advantage of as they got older.

Sparring sessions became a regular between them as a way for Y/N to get some practice with martial bending, Zuko to experience fighting against a waterbender, and just another way for them to spend time together. Of course, they had to keep it as quiet as possible to avoid alerting anyone of their presence, but that became the least of their worries over time.

They each pushed each other to be better, and with Y/N’s healing skills, they were able to walk away every morning without any injuries. But after discovering a very unfair advantage that the prince held, she decided that morning sparring just wasn’t enough.

(“Firebending gets stronger in the morning,” he had told her after a particularly brutal blast resulting in some emergency bending on Y/N’s part to extinguish a tree. “My teachers always say that we rise with the sun.”

“Well,” she had said with a smile. “We rise with the moon. You just signed yourself up for some late night sparring sessions.”)

Y/N had truly started to come into her own. It had been two years since her capture, and though she had in no way made peace with her life in the Fire Nation, she was trying to take advantage of it as much as she could. Even though she despised being at the beck and call of nobles and guards, she couldn’t deny the opportunities it gave her to hone her abilities. Her healing had improved tenfold and her martial bending wasn’t too shabby either. Between all of the time spent with Zuko and practicing her bending, she was able to distract herself from her dim reality.

But the world was a cruel, cruel place, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. It didn’t treat souls like Zuko and Y/N kindly, a fact that they would soon become aware of.

In the moment though, Y/N was more focused on not getting burnt.

She twirled to the side as a small flame shot past her, just barely managing to dodge it as she bent a stream of water out from the pond and sent it at Zuko. He turned it to steam as he blocked it with his own fire, which he then sent back at her with a combination of a punch and a kick. Y/N raised her hands and bent up a large wall of water from the pond, and with a small grunt on her part, sent it flying towards Zuko. He tried to conjure up his own fire shield in an effort to extinguish the water once more, but it was too little too late and he ended up getting knocked to the ground and completely drenched.

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that fell from her lips as Zuko wiped water off of his face, sputtering incoherently while he pushed himself up. “Did you really have to do that?” he complained.

“You know I do.” She grinned as she walked around the pond to his side, cracking her knuckles before she began to bend the water out of his clothes. “This was in the morning, too. Admit it, I’m getting better!”

He cracked a smile of his own. “You really are. I just wish that you getting better didn’t end up in me getting soaked every time.”

She bent the water she had extracted from his clothes back into the pond and held out her hand to help him up from the ground, which he took gratefully. “That just makes it more fun.”

As she helped pull him up, Y/N found herself more than a little transfixed. The rays of the rising sun shone down on him perfectly, and the smile still on his lips made her feel flutter bats in her stomach.

Y/N didn’t know when she had started seeing Zuko in a different light than usual. When his laughs became melodious, his smile like a ray of sunshine on its own, his company coveted. While she was usually able to trade verbal jabs with him without a second thought, doing her self-assigned job of keeping him humble, something had changed in the past year.

They grew steadily closer over the years after they had met, but one event in particular all but pushed Zuko into her arms.

Ursa’s banishment.

Of course, they didn’t know that she had been banished. No one aside from Ozai knew the true nature of her disappearance — to her children and the other inhabitants of the palace, it was just that. A disappearance.

It was suspicious, yes. All in the span of a day, Princess Ursa vanished, Fire Lord Azulon mysteriously perished, and Ozai took his place, but nothing could be done. It was a somber day for every servant — Ursa showed them a kindness that couldn’t be found anywhere else in the palace, and to rub salt in the wound, a man just as cruel as Azulon had risen to the throne.

Zuko was devastated. He had always been close with his mother, and the only thing she had given him before leaving was a short goodbye and a kiss. He was angry beyond belief at the abandonment, and that anger overshadowed his grief.

Y/N tried to help him, but he lashed out at her.

“Your mother is still here and she loves you! Mine left me like I was nothing. Don’t try and say you know how I feel.”

“But my father is gone. I do know how you feel Zuko, and I want to help you, but I can’t help you if you keep pushing me away.”

“…you don’t know anything.”

It hurt, but she knew he needed space. She gave it to him, letting him brew alone and take out his anger however necessary, but let him know that the door was open when he was ready to talk.

He did — he had apologized for what he said and she accepted, and Zuko ended up spilling every emotion he had to her over the next few weeks. She listened, offered advice when she could, and made Zuko feel a little bit less alone in the scheme of it all. It was a horrible experience, but it brought them closer together, and the prince was eternally thankful that he had a friend to help him through the ordeal.

The night that he came to her room, admitting that he was hurting and asking for her help — Y/N thinks that was the moment she fell for him. She cursed herself at the time for developing feelings for her only friend in the palace, but over time she learned to cover them up. She had to remember her place.

She understood her role, but it got harder and harder to keep up with it the more time she spent with Zuko — this moment was no exception.

“Yeah, yeah. I just hold back because I don’t want to burn you.”

“Liar!” she exclaimed, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “You forget that I can heal myself if anything goes wrong. Besides, I know you’d never burn me. I trust you.”

Zuko smiled and smoothed his clothes back down, the only sign of their sparring session now gone. “Good, because I trust you too. No matter how many times you totally drench me.”

She snorted as she started to walk back to the palace. “Like I said, that just makes it more fun. And as fun as it has been completely crushing you in combat, duty calls.”

He sighed, giving a reluctant nod as he started to follow her — then his eyes lit up, and he grabbed her arm to stop them. “Wait, how much work do you have today?”

Y/N thought for a few seconds then shrugged. “Dunno, it varies. I got stuck working with Jaysa all this morning, so that’s going to take forever, I have my usual healing lessons with Master Rika after, and then I usually just end up going around with whatever else comes my way for the rest of the day.” She grinned and lowered her voice as if the subject of the matter could somehow hear her. “I’ve been working on a dress for my mother in secret because her birthday is coming up soon, so the free time I get between my shifts that isn’t spent with you has been going towards that.”

Zuko gaped. “You’re making her a dress all on your own, with no help? How?”

She held up her hands with a proud smile. “These things are good for waterbending, sewing, and hitting best friends.”

He gave her a sideways grin at that. “I’m your best friend?”

Y/N snickered and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, dummy. You’re like, the only person that likes me in this whole nation. Of course you’re my best friend.”

“Well…” he started. “Would a best friend like to break the rules even more tonight?”

Her eyes lit up in turn, completely betraying her excitement despite her attempt to look nonchalant about it. “That depends — what d’you have in mind?”

He grinned and leaned forward, dropping his voice to a whisper as he spoke in her ear. “So, after you finish work for the night, we…”

It was a struggle to get through all of her work after the plan that she and Zuko had formulated — sure, they broke the rules all the time. The basis of their entire friendship was breaking the rules, but this was going farther than they ever had before. Y/N wasn’t thinking about the consequences though, she was thinking about the journey — that was her first mistake.

She had rushed through all of her chores with Jaysa, hardly paid attention in her healing lessons, and made quick work of the rest of her day until she was finally able to meet up with Zuko at one of the various servant entrances that she had shown him.

“You’re finally here!” he exclaimed, his body buzzing with nervous energy. “I thought you were never gonna come.”

“Some of us actually have work to get done, mister crown prince,” she joked as she bumped his shoulder with hers. “But that doesn’t matter — let’s get going before someone catches us! I don’t want it to get too dark either.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Zuko reassured. “My dad is in war meetings all day, no one is going to catch us. Now come on!”

Zuko pushed open the door, grabbed her hand, and began to pull her along. A laugh fell from her lips as they ran, unable to stop herself from casting a cautionary glance behind them as they got farther from the palace. Y/N tried to push her worries out of her mind — like she had told Zuko earlier, she trusted him.

That was her second mistake.

It was surprisingly easy to sneak past the guards around the wall and just as quick to get through Royal Caldera, and before Y/N knew it, they had arrived in the city.

It was nothing like she had ever seen before.

The village she had grown up in was miniscule compared to anything in the Fire Nation, and she was especially awestruck upon entering the city. As home to more middle class citizens than anything, it was a bustling marketplace filled with workers and nobles alike — if she hadn’t been preoccupied with the stars in her eyes, she would’ve been able to see the way Zuko was absolutely beaming at her.

“Come on!” he exclaimed, grabbing her hand once again as he began to walk — at a much more moderate pace than their run here — down the streets. “There’s so much here that I wanna show you. Have you ever been out here?”

She shook her head, allowing herself to gawk at her surroundings while they went down the street. “We aren’t really allowed to leave the palace since we’re technically still prisoners, just… ones that work. My mother always had to give her money to one of the other servants so that when they went out to buy their things, they could pick some stuff up for us as well. This is all totally new.”

Once again, a frown found its way onto Zuko’s face, but only for a split second before he pointed at a stall opposite to them. “Oh— there’s a fruit stand! Come on, you have to try this.”

Y/N let Zuko pull her over to the stand, looking at the array of fruits on display while Zuko conversed with the merchant. A few silver pieces later and they were walking away with a basket of produce — miraculously, the prince hadn’t been recognized, so she figured he wouldn’t need a disguise. Third mistake.

“Here,” he said, offering her a mango from the basket. “You haven’t lived until you’ve tried Fire Nation mango.”

She took the fruit from him and bit into it, her eyes immediately widening as she turned on Zuko. “Tui’s gills, this is delicious! You’re telling me that you people just have this on hand but we don’t get any of it?”

He shrugged and took a fig from the basket as Y/N wiped some juice off of her chin. “There’s a reason I’ve helped you break into the kitchens so many times. Now, where do you wanna go next?”

The pair spent the next couple of hours browsing the marketplace, enjoying their day on the Fire Lord’s coin. Zuko was more than happy to show Y/N parts of his culture after all she had taught him, and she was more than happy to experience it. They had been able to buy lanterns for the upcoming Festival of Szeto, purchase their own blends of tea leaves, and of course Zuko insisted on getting fire flakes and gummies.

(Y/N thought he was insane. Why in the world would the Fire Nation want to make food that hurt them on purpose? She was going to stick with her newfound love for mangoes.)

But Zuko hadn’t even brought her to the best part yet.

“Can I open my eyes now?” She asked, her anxious tone betraying her curiosity.

“Now you can.” Y/N was met with Zuko’s grin and as she focused on the stand in front of them, she had to make a conscious effort to not gape.

Zuko had brought her to a sewing stand with all the threads, fabrics, and silks that she could dream of in all kinds of colors. She immediately rushed forward, unable to stop herself from running her hands over and through each and every piece of material — she was in a seamstress’s heaven.

“I take that as a sign you like it?” Zuko asked happily.

“Oh, definitely,” she confirmed, still completely caught up in all the choices. “This is so much better than all the material we’re given to work with!”

“That’s why I brought you here. I thought you could get some stuff for yourself, and some stuff to help with the dress you’re making for your mom. I don’t really know how sewing works, but I thought that this was one way I could help.”

“That is so sweet of you!” she gushed. “Thank you so much — you should probably get around to some of the other stalls because I… I think I’m gonna be here for a while.”

Zuko laughed and fished out of a couple of golden pieces then set them in her hand. “That’s okay. I’ll meet you over by the steps; we can watch the sunset together.”

They nodded as parting gifts and each was enveloped in their tasks; Y/N beginning to ask the merchant questions about everything at their stand and Zuko off to entertain himself for a few more minutes.

Soon enough, Y/N had her own small bundle of silks and fabrics, her mind already going off in a million different ways of how she could incorporate it into the design. She found Zuko sitting on the steps and as she took her own seat next to him, he handed her another mango.

“Did you find everything you wanted?” She nodded and hummed gratefully as she accepted the fruit, taking a bite as her eyes fell on the skyline in front of them.

“I had a really great time today, Zuko. I really can’t thank you enough for taking me out here. I… I think I forgot what it was like to feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“...happy.” She paused for a second before allowing herself to meet his eyes. “All the time I spend with you in the palace… It’s one of the only times that I really do feel happy. And being out here today, getting to walk around where I wanted and buy things and just— I feel free, Zuko. And that means everything to me.”

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she turned away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on like that—“

Zuko gently reached out for her hand, drawing her attention back to him and the soft smile on his face.

“Well… I care about you. You’re nice to me, and you take time out of your day to help me which you don’t have to do. This is just me trying to pay you back for all you’ve done to help me. We can do this more often — whenever my dad’s busy.”

Her own smile grew on her lips and she nodded as she laced her fingers with his. “I care about you too. And.. I’d like that.”

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and together, they watched the sunset over the city.

There was no place either of them would rather be.

Y/N and Zuko made their way back to the palace as quickly as they could after realizing how late it had gotten. Y/N was sure that she was going to get the talking-to of her life after what she had done, but she was almost giddy after what had just happened. She could deal with any of Kura’s consequences later — right now the only thought in her mind was the feeling of Zuko’s hand in hers.

The night had been nothing short of perfect. She had felt freer than ever before out there in the city with Zuko, and knowing that he reciprocated the feelings she had for him was enough to make her heart burst. She cared for him, and he cared for her.

Of course, there was that nagging question of how they would continue now that their friendship had morphed into something more, but once again — it was something she would deal with later. Her fourth and final mistake.

But as a guard turned the corner, Y/N realized she might not get the chance. She quickly let go of Zuko’s hand and tucked it under the bundle of fabric, hoping that the gesture of affection had been missed by the man.

If he had noticed, he showed no sign of it. He stopped in front of them, a gruff voice speaking from behind the mask with words that made her heart stop.

“Prince Zuko, the Fire Lord has requested an audience with you.”

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A Favor: Part Twenty-Two

Nessian Modern AU

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content warnings: secondhand embarrassment, i dont know how skiing works, poor editing, NSFW 🔥

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To Nesta’s horror, Cassian was serious when he said he’d teach her how to ski. Nevermind the fact that it’s his birthday, and they should be having a lazy morning together filled with cuddles and breakfast in bed. Instead, they’ve been up since six in the morning without food or drink, just to shuffle around in the snow while Cassian repeats the same instructions over and over. By late morning, the rest of their group has gotten up and joined them at the beginner’s trail to be firsthand witnesses to Nesta’s humiliation.

She stares down at the blinding white slope before her and inhales a breath of frigid mountain air, trying to steel her nerves before she has to push off the ground and take flight.

Cassian sees her hesitation and sighs. “Come on, Nesta,” he urges. “It’s thirty feet to the bottom of the hill.”

“Why is it so steep?” she demands, even though she knows this is a practice hill. Toddlers in skis are shuffling around them, hand in hand with their parents.

“You’re not falling to the bottom,” Cassian says, growing impatient. “You’re gliding.”

He’s already shown her how to maneuver with skis a dozen times already, and Nesta can see that he doesn’t have another dozen times left in him. Unfortunately for him, Nesta’s own patience was used up hours ago. Her stomach pangs with hunger, and she has a pounding headache from the cold and lack of sleep.

“Oh, come on, Nesta,” Gwyn calls from behind her. She hops up and down in her snow boots like a cheerleader. “You can do it!”

Nesta does not want to do it. She looks down at the hill, then back at Cassian with pleading eyes—eyes that he can’t see under her ski goggles anyway.

“I can’t take this anymore,” Azriel mutters from somewhere. He picks up his ski poles and points to Emerie. “Ski lift?”

“Sure—” she starts to say, and then remembers that she’s here to support Nesta. “Not now,” she amends.

“Just go,” Cassian turns to tell them. “At least some of us will be having fun.” Nesta watches as he goes over to Emerie and Az to give advice on the trails, the same frustration from last night building in her chest.

Stupid ski trip. Stupid uninvited guests. Stupid birthday that Cassian isn’t even treating like a birthday.

Gritting her teeth, Nesta jabs her ski poles into the ground. She’ll conquer this hill, and then she’ll conquer the rest of the trail, and then she’ll take her skis and set them on fire.

With everyone briefly preoccupied and no eyes on her, Nesta pushes herself downhill. Her skis slip a little as she takes off but she readjusts her feet the way Cassian showed her, regaining control. She takes a deep breath, realizing the height isn’t as scary as she thought it would be. Testingly, she bends her knees and pushes herself farther, gaining speed.

“Oh, oh, look!” she hears Gwyn say from behind her. “She’s doing it!”

The voice breaks Nesta out of her precarious concentration, and she almost misses the kid right in front of her skiing at the pace of a turtle. Gasping, Nesta swerves at the last second to avoid running him over.

Her skis clack into each other and she feels her ankle twist, and then she’s down. Hard. Her face meets snow and her ski gear jabs into her body as she tumbles down the rest of the hill, until she finally meets flat ground and rolls to a painful stop.

Nesta only hears a dull roar in her ears as she slowly pushes herself upright. Ignoring alarmed looks from stray skiers around her, she reaches forward and unstraps one ski from her foot, then the other. Her goggles fall to the ground next. Once free, she stands up and walks away, ignoring the calls of her friends from the hilltop.

She walks until she loses sight of the trail and then the resort, until the flattened and trampled snow piles up into powdery mounds untouched by human presence. A cropping of towering evergreens appears before her, and she heads straight for the thicket without pausing.

Once safely entombed by the dark tree trunks and frosted branches, Nesta releases a breath and screams. Screams until the frustration and anger within her bluntens just a little.

The forest absorbs her fire and answers with silence.

“Better now?” Cassian’s voice comes from behind her.

Nesta whirls, ready to fling her next scream at him for having the nerve to follow her, but she only restrains herself because it’s his birthday. Guilt and humiliation nips at her; she shouldn’t be doing this on his birthday. “Leave me alone.” Her voice is raw from shrieking.

Cassian only takes a step closer to Nesta, eyeing her up and down. “You’re not hurt, right? ’Cause that would be embarrassing for you.”

Any edge that was taken off starts to build up again, and Nesta really doesn’t want to look at him right now. “Cassian—”

“Your face is turning red,” he suddenly gasps, pointing. “You should try yelling again, babe. I don’t think the entire resort heard you last time.”

Done with her boyfriend’s shit, Nesta releases a growl and rushes at him. He’s a lot closer than she realized, and in a blink she slams right into his broad chest and shoves him with all her might.

Cassian laughs, short and blunt, and pushes her right back. Her back hits hard-packed snow and then he’s on top of her, pinning her wrists loosely beside her head. Icy wetness seeps past the neck of her jacket.

“Do you want me to fucking bite you?” Nesta snarls, getting in Cassian’s face.

“Always,” he says without hesitation, pressing closer to her. “But first you gotta take a breather.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she seethes back. At this rate, she really might bite him. She wants to see his smug face drop when he realizes he pushed her too far.

“You might have an aneurysm at this rate with your anger issues.” He pouts prettily. “Imagine how sad that would make me.”

“I DON’T HAVE ANGER ISSUES!” she shrieks.

Cassian barely blinks. Nesta breathes heavily in the ensuing silence, realizing how embarrassing this is for her. Yet she doesn’t know how to stop.

Closing her eyes, she drops her head to the ground and turns away. Wishing she could sink into the ground and vanish for a few minutes, at least until she gets herself under control again.

After a moment of quiet, she feels the back of Cassian’s fingers brush her neck. “I wondered where that spitfire girl went,” he says lowly. “She didn’t die. You just hid her very well.”

Nesta’s body doesn’t know whether to feel soothed or incited by the touch, the words. “Does it make you happy?” she breathes, her eyes still closed. “That she’s still there?”

“It would be murder if you ever got rid of her. Don’t you dare,” he threatens.

Nesta huffs a derisive laugh. It’s easy for him to say, when he isn’t the one that has to live with it. “I bet you’re enjoying this.”

“Only if you are.” He sounds completely genuine, and Nesta feels him pluck something out of her hair—likely a snowflake.

Realizing Cassian has long since released her wrists, she opens her eyes and stares at the column of his neck. She doesn’t see the regret and concern on his face when he says, “I ruined today, didn’t I?” She watches him swallow before he adds, “I’m sorry, Nes.”

“It’s your birthday,” she mutters, looking away. “You can do whatever you want.” Even if it’s spending the whole day skiing.

“You’re right about that.” His warm breath hits her nose, and now that Nesta’s head is somewhat clear, she can feel every place where his body settles into hers.

Before she can betray herself and forget how upset she was at him only a few minutes ago, Cassian pushes up and off of her. Frigid air replaces where he was just sprawled, and then he’s holding out a hand to Nesta. “We’re going back to our room,” he says, watching Nesta’s feet closely as he helps her stand. “You can ride on my back.”

“Why?” Nesta grumbles, brushing herself off. “I can walk fine.”

“You twisted your right ankle on the way down that hill, and you started limping as soon as you thought you were out of sight.” Cassian turns around and points at his back. “Get on while I’m being nice.”

That makes Nesta scoff, because he’s always nice, but she has little fight left today. She tries to reach up to wrap her arms around his neck, but Cassian grabs her legs and hitches her up onto his back before she can struggle.

She responds with a scowl, clasping her hands across his chest and getting comfortable. “You noticed I was hurt but didn’t have a problem with tackling me to the ground?”

Cassian squeezes her thighs and holds her closer, tossing a blinding smile over his shoulder. “Sorry if I wasn’t expecting you to try to jump me with an injured foot. You took me by surprise.”

“Bullshit,” Nesta says as they start walking out of the trees. “You did it on purpose.”

“Do you like starting fights, Archeron?”

“Do you?” she retorts.

They bicker back and forth like that until they reach the resort, and even once they’re inside the lobby, Cassian doesn’t put Nesta down. The exhaustion of the day has settled over the both of them by then, and the elevator ride up to the penthouse is peacefully quiet.

Back at the empty suite, Cassian carefully lowers Nesta to her feet. “Take your clothes off,” is all he says before heading for the bathroom, shedding his heavy outer jacket as he goes. Nesta has no problem listening; she’s all too happy to take her snow-drenched gear off and breathe air-conditioned air again.

She only realizes as she’s removing her boots that her overwrought emotions must have dulled the real pain of her fall. Her entire body aches down to the bone, and her twisted ankle has it the worst. Inspecting the swollen skin around her foot, she wonders if Cassian will make her see a doctor when the sound of a running faucet pulls her attention. Still dressed in her thermal underwear, Nesta pads over to the bathroom.

Inside, the room is dim, and the only light comes in from the single window panel at the far end of the room. Cassian sits on the rim of the clawfoot tub as it fills with heated water, already naked.

Nesta coughs, caught off guard. The sight is far from unfamiliar to her, and yet she hates to admit that she’ll never not react to it.

Cassian looks up at her, meeting her eyes head on, and a giggle almost escapes her.

“What’s that dumb look on your face?” he says with high brows. “Take your clothes off and get in.”

Nesta firmly schools her face into obedience. Is she a grown woman or a schoolgirl? she chides herself as she strips naked. But as soon as she’s free of her top and leggings, Cassian stops her. “Turn around,” he says.

Is this a sex thing? She hopes it’s a sex thing. She does as she’s told, and hears Cassian hiss in a breath. Glancing at the mirror over the sink, Nesta winces when she realizes what he sees. “Damn.” Her back is peppered with still-forming bruises from her fall, along with her legs and ribs.

Getting up, Cassian approaches her and cautiously runs his fingers over a reddened spot on her ribs. “I think a ski pole stabbed me there,” Nesta says, frowning down at the bruise. She looks like shit, and not at all in a desirable way.

“How’s your ankle?” Cassian kneels to check for himself, handling her like a porcelain doll. He presses gently above the bone where she twisted it. “Does that hurt?”

Nesta considers saying yes, just so he can keep fussing over her like this, but she shakes her head. “I’m fine. Just a little achy.”

A sudden chaste kiss between her legs makes her yelp, and she twists to find Cassian still on his knees, grinning sheepishly up at her. “You know what can help with those aches?”

Nesta blanks as Cassian runs a calloused hand up her inner leg. “Uh…really good dick?”

Cassian is visibly trying not to smile when he says, “A bath.” He stands and turns the faucet off, before going to help Nesta into the tub.

Steaming hot water just beneath the point of being uncomfortable hits Nesta’s calves, then her hips and chest. She might moan in relief as she sinks into the bath.

Cassian settles in across from her, taking up most of the tub space as Nesta twists her ponytail into a bun. He takes her ankle onto his lap and starts massaging above the injury. He notes, “We haven’t been alone like this in ages.”

“I remember when it was my job to be the chill guy,” he continues, rubbing circles into her leg. “I was the one doing stupid shit, and now I have to tell other people to knock it off when they do stupid shit. Since when did Azriel take my role?” he mutters to himself.

Nesta tilts her head against the lip of the tub and watches Cassian, taking in the barely visible lines of weariness on his face. She was once in a similar boat, too, where she had no one to answer to but herself. “Do you miss it?” she asks hesitantly. “Life before we got to know each other?” A life spent in the company of his friends, meeting different women every other week and being as free as possible.

“No,” he says easily. “I miss life before we had to share each other with other people.” He meets her eyes and smirks. “Who knew monogamy could be so exciting?”

Nesta’s stomach curls at his honesty, and she doesn’t know what to say. In the silence, Cassian reaches for a washcloth and lathers it with a bar of pine scented soap. But before he can reach for Nesta, she snatches the washcloth from him and pulls herself forward into the cradle of his limbs. What she can’t say, she’ll just have to show.

She starts soaping up his arms, granting extra attention to his tattooed biceps.

“You’re hurt—” he tries to protest.

“Shut up.” She runs the washcloth over his shoulders, across his collarbones.

When Nesta reaches his chest, she starts, “Earlier in the woods...I lost control.”

Cassian looks wary, but she goes on, “I don’t know why I did that. I thought I didn’t do that anymore.”

“I know why,” he says simply. “You were having a bad day. It was overwhelming.” He shrugs.

“But I’m better than that,” she insists. “You might think it's cute or funny when I—lose it, but I spent years training myself not to fall apart at the slightest inconvenience.” She takes in a breath, her movements slowing. “I learned how to escape reality, remember? I climbed into books and TV and songs, and at one point my entire life passed me by because I refused to participate in it. If I didn't participate, I couldn't be hurt.” She wrings out the washcloth, and Cassian carefully pries it out of her grip.

Nesta places her empty hands on her thighs, avoiding his touch, his eyes. “I think you were one of the only people who ever made me want to come back to real life,” she offers awkwardly. “That's why you made me uncomfortable at first. There were times I would look at you and think, He's better than anyone from the books. If I start living on the same plane as him, I can have him. Does that make sense?”

Cassian swallows visibly, but nods.

“It seemed like an impossible thing to do at the time—participate in the real world, make real friends. But have you noticed? I don’t read as many romance novels anymore.” Not because she doesn’t love them, but because she no longer needs them to remind herself she's alive.

She looks up at him, searching for his thoughts and opinions. Cassian looks like he's doing the same with her face, but then he says, “If you need to scream, even if it’s at me, tell me. I’ll take you somewhere far away, or I’ll let you have it out right in front of everyone. Whatever the hell you want, as long as you tell me. Please.”

Nesta starts to shake her head, adamant, but he stops her with the most pitiful look he's ever given her. “There’s nothing I hate seeing more than you trying to swallow down your rough edges. Even in the woods, you were about to tame yourself before I provoked you.” Cassian holds out a pinky, completely serious. “Consider it my birthday gift. Don’t do that shit anymore.”

Nesta stares at him, his plea warring with years of conditioned self-restraint. “I already got you a birthday gift,” she finally grumbles, but hooks his pinky with hers.

He seems satisfied, but doesn't let go of her pinky. With surprising strength, he uses their hooked fingers to pull Nesta into him, and she just barely catches herself on his chest before he brings her head down and kisses her deep.

Nesta already has her legs adjusted around his waist and his cock pressed against her stomach before she can pull away far enough to choke, “What’s this for?”

He leans up and catches her lips with his again, dipping his tongue just far enough inside to flick the roof of her mouth before retreating. “For existing. And for those aches.” He presses down lightly on a bruise at her back and runs a soothing thumb over it right after. Between her thighs, she feels him growing hard.

Nesta huffs a distracted laugh, the steam from the water sending a red flush up her chest and neck. It's suddenly very hot, and she unconsciously squirms in his lap. “I just realized I’ve never had sex in the bath before,” she says out of nowhere, rubbing her chest and quickly dropping her arms. She’s babbling, she knows. Contrary to popular media, being a seductress is harder than it looks. Half the time she has no idea what to say, and she considers herself lucky that Cassian is driven wild by it anyway.

Cassian entertains her, nodding along while his fingers slip past her ass, brushing her folds. “That sounds like something that should be amended, don’t you think?”

“Well, in terms of comfort I’m not sure if it’ll be better than the shower—” She’s cut off by a finger teasing at her entrance, making her jerk. “Yes,” she says quickly. “Yes, it should be amended.”

He hums thoughtfully, leaning in to nibble and suck at her neck. Her hardened nipples brush against his chest, and Nesta pushes closer into Cassian’s embrace. She’s half-rocking against him when she rasps, “How do you give head in the bath? Do I, like, have to hold my breath underwater?”

“You don’t need to know how,” he mutters, grasping her by the hips and tugging her up so that he’s eye level with her chest. He starts leaving a trail of openmouthed kisses across her breasts. “You’re not doing anything I don’t tell you to do today.”

“What do you mean?” Nesta’s grip on Cassian’s shoulders tightens when he brings a pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and pulling off with a flick of his tongue. She can’t move her hips for fear of climaxing at the slightest touch. “It’s your birthday,” she manages to get out. “And I like seeing what I can do to you.”

“Then save it for your birthday.” He pulls her back down firmly into his lap, making her thighs clench with restraint. “Because I like seeing what I do to you more.”

To prove his point, he parts her legs and slips one finger inside her. The smug pride on his face at what he finds makes Nesta move to grip the rim of the tub. Having a pretty boyfriend might have been a mistake, she thinks. That kind of face will get away with anything. Right now, for example.

“Tell me what you want, then,” she pleads.

Cassian leans back, pretending to think. “Sit on my cock,” he finally says.

An easy enough order, one Nesta is all too excited to carry out in only a few movements. It takes a minute to adjust to the fullness and the stretch, and the water doesn’t help in dousing the fire in her veins at all. With heat pounding deep in her core, Nesta releases a terse breath. Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip, and Cassian watches.

“Now don’t move,” he orders.

“What?” Nesta’s knees involuntarily clench around his hips, her body already craving the feel of moving against him, on top of him.

He levels her with a look. “No clenching, no rocking, no touching.” He hisses in a thoughtful breath, combing a wet hand through his hair. “Actually, that isn’t very fair, is it?”

Nesta is about to nod furiously when he says, “You still need to wash yourself.” He hands her the washcloth she used on him earlier and leans his elbow on the rim of the tub. “Be quick about it. No games.”

Nesta’s eyes widen, looking at the washcloth, then back up at Cassian. Excitement tingles in her fingers and toes, and she doesn’t want to argue with him.

Gulping tightly, she soaps up the washcloth, then smooths the lather over her arms. It’s hard to focus on what she’s doing when there’s a pounding pressure between her legs, and the only thing that keeps her going is that she’ll be rewarded when she’s done. Cassian doesn’t bother watching her, instead tipping his head back against the tub and closing his eyes. From this angle, the tendons in his neck stand out clearly, and the hard line of his jaw looks tense. Nothing on his calm face reveals that Nesta is the reason for his tension, though.

Bringing the soapy cloth over her breasts, Nesta looks up to see if Cassian is secretly peeking at her through his lashes. His eyes remain shut, the perfect portrait of a man at rest.

Suddenly, his hips shift beneath hers, and Nesta nearly drops the washcloth. Straightening up, she has to use herculean strength to force her inner walls to relax around him. “You moved,” she accuses him.

“I was getting comfortable,” he says, still not opening his eyes.

“Why can you move but I can’t?”

That gets him to look at her. His eyes are hooded and lazy when he says, “You’re still talking?”

“Maybe if you had clearly explained the rules—” Nesta starts to grumble, but shuts up when he quirks a brow at her. She won’t lose this game, not for anything—even if she’s split at the seams with Cassian inside her and is one thread away from completely snapping.

Now fully alert, Cassian watches Nesta finish washing up. He hasn’t touched her once since he pulled her onto his cock, and now Nesta tries to make up for the aching lack by pretending her roaming hands are his.

It’s not until the washcloth reaches her tummy that Nesta pauses, her hand frozen over her lower abdomen. Because there, even past the cloth, she can feel him. The skin just slightly bulges, and she looks down at herself with her lips slightly fallen apart. She didn’t realize he was nestled so deep in her, but now she swallows past a lump in her throat. “Cassian…” she starts weakly. Every last muscle is trembling with the effort to stay still. Can he really be unaffected by all of this? Is she really the only one dying right now?

Without intending to, her hand drops the cloth, slipping toward her clit. She can only brush the sensitive nub before Cassian says quietly, “Don’t.”

So this is against the rules, too. She can’t even bring herself to look at him, she’s strung so tight. Taking a shallow breath, she grabs the pitcher from the shelf by the tub and fills it with water, using it to rinse off the suds. When she’s done, with water droplets running down every inch of her, she dares to look at Cassian again. Her anxiousness to get this over with must be written all over her face, and yet.

“Good,” Cassian says, voice just a little grated.

Nesta’s heart rate picks up a beat. She’s finally getting her reward.

“Now sit still and pretty while I rest,” he says, sinking even lower into the tub—and causing his cock to dig even deeper into Nesta. “This is a bath, not a splash pad.”

Nesta chokes. “What—I thought—”

“Hm?”

She presses her lips together tightly, refusing to protest. He can’t make her warm his cock like this forever, can he? Soon enough he’ll crack.

Four minutes in, and he doesn’t crack. While Nesta gets closer to crying by the second, she has yet to find evidence that he’s even aware of her presence. Her only proof is the fact that he’s still rock hard, occasionally twitching against the depths of her walls.

At five minutes in, Nesta can’t help it. She breaks, and her inner muscles clamp around Cassian with a viselike grip. She half-sobs in pain and relief, and her hips jerk of their own accord.

Cassian’s eyes fly open at that, the pupils blown wide, and Nesta has to catch herself on his chest to keep from crumbling. If she had half a working brain left, she would have noticed the trembling restraint that lines Cassian’s limbs, or the way his eyes burn with welling desire and even sympathy. Instead, she turns her face into his chest and begs weakly, “Pleasepleaseplease.” Her thighs keep shifting, rubbing back and forth to create friction, but she can’t give herself permission to move the way she truly needs until Cassian gives her permission.

Nesta feels Cassian’s broad hand come up to carefully brush her back. She nearly weeps with relief at the touch, but he doesn’t go any further. “What do you want, baby?” he says roughly.

“You,” she forces out. She doesn’t care if this is losing.

“Me, what?” He sounds like he’s about to lose, too.

“I want you to fuck me.” She’s nearly whimpering, trying not to squirm on his lap.

Cassian, the horrible bastard, has the nerve to snicker in her ear, though he sounds more than a little wrecked when he says, “Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

In a flash, he has Nesta pinned against the porcelain tub. And before she can decide whether to laugh or moan or cry at the turn of events, Cassian covers her mouth with his and thrusts into her, giving her everything she wants.

***

Hours later, after they’ve sated themselves on sex and food and Cassian is napping sprawled out across Nesta’s back, she receives a text from Azriel telling her he won’t be there to celebrate the rest of Cassian’s birthday.

Az: You two deserve the alone time. Also I didn’t get him a present.

Another text pops up before Nesta can reply.

Az: I did order a cake to be sent up to your room, though. Don’t worry, there’s not a picture of your boobs on it.

Nesta’s eyes widen at that, not knowing why—or how—that would be an option. But she completely forgot about getting cake in all the unexpected hassle of their vacation, and not for the first time is she grateful that Azriel came along with them on their trip.

Typing back a quick thank you, Nesta clicks her phone off and curls further into Cassian’s warmth. He shifts on top of her, hugging her closer, and a moment later she feels his nose poking at the crook of her neck. “Good morning,” he murmurs thickly, sleep coating his voice.

“It’s six p.m,” she snickers. The sun slipped behind the mountains just a few minutes ago, leaving the room a blue dark.

Cassian responds by slipping his hands under her oversized tee, rubbing the muscles along her back. “Where’s everyone else?” They haven’t seen Gwyn, Emerie, or Az in hours.

Nesta turns around in Cassian’s arms to face him. “Consider them gone. We’re by ourselves for the rest of the night.”

He perks up at that. “Really?”

A knock sounds from the penthouse door, and Nesta remembers Azriel’s text. She squirms out from under Cassian’s weight with some difficulty and stands off the bed. She points a stern finger at him. “Don’t move from here,” she orders. “I’ll be back.”

Cassian leans back, looking questioning and amused, but Nesta has already jammed her feet into slippers and left the room by then.

She accepts the covered platter from room service at the door and leaves a tip, before carrying the cake over to the coffee table in the living area and setting it down. Within ten minutes, she has an entire setup arranged: the fireplace is up and roaring, the fur throw she stole from Cassian’s couch to bring on vacation is spread out before it, and the cake candles are lit. The Italian dinner that she ordered earlier also arrives by then, and once everything is laid out, she calls for Cassian to come downstairs.

He’s fully dressed in a sweater and jeans when he appears at the top of the short set of stairs, and he looks so excited to see her that he doesn’t notice the cake or the dinner until he’s only a few steps away from her. Very slowly, his smile freezes. “What’s all this?”

“It’s your birthday,” Nesta says. “Duh.”

“But I thought we already celebrated,” he stumbles, looking around. “With the skiing, and the bathtub—”

Nesta makes a face. “You thought that was celebrating?” She shakes her head and beckons Cassian over to the fur throw, right before the table decked out with food.

He sits down beside Nesta, looking over her in nothing but her thin white shirt. “Are you cold? Do you want my sweater?”

She rolls her eyes as far back as they can go. “No, I want you to focus and make a wish before 6:27.”

“How do you know my birth time?”

“Will you do it or not?” she threatens. The candle wax is melting onto the cake.

Cassian stares at her for a moment longer before finally facing the cake. Closing his eyes, he mouths something unintelligible and blows the candles out.

Nesta claps softly. “Happy two years away from thirty. What did you wish for?” She leans closer.

He leans away. “It doesn’t come true if you go around announcing it.”

Nesta’s shoulders drop. “Wishes aren’t real, Cassian.”

“That’s what you say.” He swipes a dollop of chocolate frosting off the cake with his finger and holds it out to Nesta.

Smiling, she wraps her lips around his finger, scraping the chocolate off with her teeth and licking it clean. He sucks on the same finger when she’s done, chasing after her taste and the lingering frosting. “What do you want first?” he asks. “Dinner or dessert?”

“This.” Nesta pulls out a small box from under the table, placing it in front of Cassian. She didn’t have time to find wrapping paper or a bag, but she’s a bit proud of herself anyway.

Cassian once again looks taken by surprise. “You didn’t have to…” He trails off as he reaches for the box. It’s already obvious what it is, but he still opens it carefully, hesitantly.

He stares at the silver watch for a little while and then looks back up at Nesta. “I…” He clears his throat.

“What do you think?” In all honesty, Nesta already knows. But she needs to hear it from him.

He meets her eyes. “It’s so…normal. Do you know what I mean?”

It’s the type of gift that Nesta’s mother would have given to her father, the type of gift that wives would give to their husbands. Not necessarily original or thoughtful, but domestic.

“Since you like to spend your time thinking about taxes and minivans and stuff,” Nesta says, remembering their last conversation about the future, “I thought you’d like something normal.”

Cassian laughs at that. He takes the watch out of the box and turns it over in the firelight, still a little dumbstruck. “I love it,” he says roughly.

Nesta kicks him in the knee. “It’s a watch, not an engagement ring.”

But he doesn’t hear a word, already clasping it onto his wrist.

***

Their last day at the resort starts early with Gwyn, Emerie, and Az banging on the suite door at five in the morning. Though Cassian is already up by then, Nesta snarls and snaps like a bitch at being dragged out of bed to watch the sunrise.

With everyone’s bags packed and waiting at the door, they all gather on the balcony connected to the suite in content silence. Azriel nurses a thermos of coffee that he refuses to share with Cassian, and Nesta is wrapped up in that fur throw she loves, half-asleep against Emerie.

When the sky starts lightening, Cassian pulls Nesta away from Emerie and into his body. “You’re gonna miss it,” he murmurs onto the top of her head.

She blinks awake, looking out at the sky slowly being streaked with a dozen colors. From here, the view over the mountains and the quiet town some miles beneath the resort is breathtaking. Easily better than any sunrise Cassian could have shared with Nesta back home.

It’s beautiful, and in that moment he decides he wants to see even more beautiful places than this with Nesta. Someday.

“Pretty,” she yawns, tilting her head back against his chest. Cassian feels guilty for keeping her up so late the night before, but he’s not ashamed of how she rests in his arms right now.

After the sun climbs past the lowest peak, the group of them slowly but surely come more alive. Emerie asks Az to go inside with her and do a final check before they leave, and Nesta shakes both the blanket and Cassian’s arms off herself.

“Some coffee will wake you up,” he promises her, leaving her outside in the dewy morning air with a kiss on the temple.

When Cassian returns to the balcony with two freshly brewed cups, he finds Gwyn and Nesta in deep conversation. “I never apologized for crashing your weekend,” Gwyn is saying.

“You don’t need to,” Nesta responds, watching the world wake up below her.

“Still,” Gwyn says, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I acted out of character, didn’t I?”

Nesta turns to her then, the sun haloing her face, and the look of understanding she wears makes Cassian take a step back inside.

“He does that to me,” Gwyn goes on, looking lost as ever. “I don’t know why he does that to me.”

“First love will do that to anyone,” Nesta says.

This isn’t a conversation Cassian should be overhearing, he realizes. Turning around with his coffees, he goes to find Emerie and Azriel instead.

In the living area, Emerie realizes at the last minute that she’s missing her phone charger. By the time she finds it, Nesta and Gwyn have rejoined the group.

Cassian hands Nesta her still-warm coffee with a warmer smile. “You ready to get out of here?”

“Hell yes, baby.” She slings an arm around his waist.

They barely make it to the resort lobby before Azriel and Gwyn start arguing over which route to take home.

“Why would you add an extra hour to your trip for no reason?” Azriel is saying.

“It’s none of your business!” Gwyn retorts.

“She’s scared of highways,” Emerie inserts.

While they bicker on the way to check out, Cassian finds Nesta’s hand and runs a finger down her palm. “Hey, Nes?”

“Hm?” She looks up at him.

He curls his fingers around hers. “Thank you for doing this.”

***

a/n: i cant keep posting chapters right before i sit down to cry in front of kdramas

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kitwalkerswife · 3 years

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After Kill(James Patrick March)

summary: james likes you a lot better than the other maid

warnings: nsfw, smut, knife play, blood kink, soft DOM JPM, SUB READER, virgin reader, oral, death

"Well what if I told you that me and Mr. March could be a thing?" You smirked. Ms. Evers looked at you and laughed. "Don't be silly dear, he wouldn't want anything to do with your kind, innocent like personality." You had felt insulted that Ms. Evers would say such a thing. You never insulted her whenever she swooned over James. "I think you're wrong right there, Ms. Evers." You replied. She stared at you and just laughed more. "Come with me, lets organize his tools, the right way."

After you and Ms. Evers finished setting up for James, you went to go see Liz at the bar. You and Liz were good friends. She's always nice to you and you wanted to ask her for advice. "Another cherry coke, i'm guessing?" Liz mocked. "Yes Liz, thank you." You laughed. You sat there wondering whether to ask her if she thinks you and James had a chance or not. Sipping on your drink, someone sits down next to you. It's James. "Why, hello y/n." James smirked at you. He made you feel nervous. He was intimidating but was sweet to you at the same time. With him being a serial killer, you didn't want to say the wrong thing to him... You were alive and you didn't want to spend the rest of your dead life at the Cortez. "Hi Mr. March." you nervously replied. Your face felt hot, while you made eye contact with him. "Aw, are you nervous to talk to me, dear? You need not to be." James gloated. You laughed shyly and kept drinking from your glass. "I must go now, looks like the new resident is here." James left as you and Liz sat there silently. "You got a thing for him?" Liz questioned you. "So what if I do?" You laughed.

You walk up to the hall of the room that James was killing the girl in. You heard her faint screams and just ignored it. A sudden stop in the screaming made your heart drop. You knew she had died so you walked into the room to start cleaning up. James was there with a bloody knife in his hand and no shirt on. His shirt on the floor drenched in flesh blood, right next to the dead girl. "Someone got a little busy, huh?" You teased. He looked at you and grinned. "She wasn't a very good runner." James laughed. You started to grab the sheets of the blanket to jumble them together to clean. "Wait." James stopped you. "Leave them." You looked at James in confusion. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were still using them." You got nervous. James then put his bloody hand on your cheek. "Yes, we are still using them." He said with a dark tone in his voice. You got scared but then yours and James lips collided.

James grabbed your waist and pushed you onto the red stained sheets of the bed. He then grabbed the same knife and ripped open your top. Exposing your bra. You whimpered, out of fear and excitement. You didn't know whether he was going to kill you or fuck you. "Please James.." You sobbed but no tears were coming from your eyes. James then put the tip of the knife up to your chin, "I told you darling, i'm not going to hurt you." He then started kissing down your neck to your breasts. He took the knife and slowly cut in between your breasts. You winced at the pain but enjoyed it. He licked the small amount of blood falling from the thin cut. James grabbed your breasts while licking the cut. You moaned and lifted your hands so that they were out of the way.

He threw the knife across the room and said, "Now you're going to listen to me, maid. You will address me as sir and only sir, if you don't, you're gonna wish you had. Do you understand darling?" "Yes, sir." You nodded. James grabbed both your wrists in one hand and kept them held to the bed. He kissed you again. Letting go of your wrists, he then slid your uniform off so that you were only in a bra and underwear. "Now, I want you to please me like a good maid." James sat on the edge of the bed. You nodded in acceptance and got down on your knees. You unbuckled James pants and saw his hard on through his underwear. You looked up at him and confessed, "I've never done this before, sir." He grabbed your face and looked you in the eyes, "I know darling, just do your best and get rewarded for it." You blushed and took his underwear off, his cock sprung up, hitting his abdomen. You grabbed his cock with one hand and started sucking. James grabbed your head and forced you to go deeper. His length was so big, his tip was hitting the back of your throat. You felt like you couldn't breath and tears started running down your face. Your throat started to hurt but you kept going. He let go of your head and so, "Now slower." You were relived to get a break and started going slower. His head tilted back and he was about to cum. "Keep going darling, you're doing so good." You kept going and then went a little faster. James then pulled out of your mouth and came onto your chest. He sat there for a bit, letting his overwhelming cum fade. You sat there watching him. "Get on the bed."

You lay on the bed. James grabbed your thighs and lifted your legs up. He then pulled your panties down. His touch made you wet. You could feel your slit getting wetter and wetter for him. "Darling, you are soaking." James exclaimed. "Am I exciting you?" "Yes, sir." You moaned. James then put his tongue on your clit. With the immediate contact, you moaned. He then inserted a finger. You grabbed onto James' back. Digging your nails into him, leaving marks. He didn't mind it. He winced a little at the claw marks but he liked the pain. He inserted another finger into you. Your head jerked back. His hands grabbing onto your breasts while he was pleasuring you. You couldn't hold back anymore. "Can I please cum, sir?" You whimpered. "Do it, darling." James replied. You came, filling it into James' mouth.

James then laid next to you, on the cum and blood stained sheets. You didn't even care that there was a body near you. It felt like just you and James in the world. "That was amazing." You exclaimed. "Darling, that's nothing compared to being properly fucked." James said. You then stood up to get whatever you had left of your uniform on. "What are you doing?" James asked. "I believe I have to clean this up, right?" You remarked. "No, I'll call for Ms. Evers." You then got back into the bed with James, he covered you up in a blanket, kissed your forehead and left. Ms. Evers came into the room. She looked disappointed that it wasn't her who got to have Mr. March's cock in her mouth.

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paimon-rambles · 3 years

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Alphabet Fluff

Characters: Aether

A gift to my sister cause she never stops thirsting 😒 @katsukiibug

Doing all of them ;-;

Icon credit: Leheia

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Aether is opened to any activities his partner throws at him. He's not very picky.

But he does enjoy some dinner dates and strolls around the city, wheater it is Liyue or Mondstadt. He pays for all meals and snacks with the Mora he got from his travels.

Be warned, however, cause Paimon ain't gonna shut up about the food. Regardless it's comforting, followed by a nice walk through the city basked in moonlight.

Aether also in general likes to travel with you, other than Paimon you're his companion. He likes to take you to the forest to pick berries or other essential resources, beneficial for future endeavors.

Stories from his travels? Aether could ramble about for hours. Describing the little mishaps and mischief he and his sister found themselves in. Though he gets really sad whenever his sister is brought up.....oofles

He's traveled from world to world was introduced to many hobbies and games of variety, he's happy to introduce you to some of them if your willing to try something new out.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Your patience

Aether has a bit of a packed schedule; assisting with commissions and dealing with hilichrul attacks. Not to mention his mind is set on finding the 7 archons in the hope to find his sister. He's incredibly busy most of the times

He doesn't ignore you on purpose, but he's dragged everywhere. Poor guy:(

But he admires that you don't fuss about it and always hold patience. Of course, Aether will find a way to make it up to you eventually. He tends to send small souvenirs from his travels as a form of apology.

Your comfort

He recently lost his sister and is overhwaled by all these tasks placed on his heavy and tired shoulders. He leans on you when he needs that moment of peace or comfort.

He loves that you try to soothe him whenever he's in his worst moments. With your words or simple touches of comfort, he adores it all.

Your eyes

Aether loves to stare into your eyes. He finds them really beautiful and finds himself smiling whenever looking in your eyes.

He's memorized by how they lightly sparkle or glimmer depending on your emotions. Or how they light up whenever you laugh or smile.

He finds it soothing to just lean your foreheads against each other and stare endlessly at your eyes, his worries and concerns being carried away.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He's a brother and understands when his partner is under stress or feeling down. Similar to how he notices the small gestures Lumine has that show her emotions are swirling in her head.

He picks up on the small hints and notices right away the shift in your behavior. You can say you're fine but he ain't falling for it, he's seen the signs.

But Aether does give the space you want. He recognizes its benefits and understands it himself; He's lost his kin, there are times Aether wants to push everyone away.

So patient, he's not pushing you into anything instead he's letting you describe what's bothering you at your pace. You can break down sobbing and he would wait while comfortably drawing stars on your back. He even has his shoulder to cry on if you want, softly running his hand through her hair in comforting motions.

He tries his best to give advice from his own experience. He makes a promise to cheer you later. He's just trying to make you happy again cause he hurting inside if you're not :(

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Aether pictures the future from time to time. Mainly thinking about finding his sibling. He pictures two outcomes the good now and the one he dreads dearly.

Of course, since you are his s/o, you do play role in some of the scenarios he plays on his head.

He wonders what will be of the relationship after he finds his sibling, would they continue to travel worlds as they had done previously?

It was his sister and himself life's work of jumping planet to planet and learning of the different kingdoms and such.

Teyvat is your home, you have all your plans for the future in this world, he couldn't force you to leave.

So he rather hears of your views on the future instead, listening closely as you explain everything you have planned while his heart slowly aches as he debates for his future.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He sees you as his equal. Nothing less or more- though he looks to up you a lot

He doesn't let any status you may hold hinder the relationship, and he wishes the same. He may be a traveler from another world, praised for his achievements, and his reputation in the nation's placed his name high. But Aether doesn't want that to affect his relationship with his lover.

So yee equals =

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He hates fighting :(

Soft boy can't handle arguing with his s/o. It breaks his heart every time. Instantly feels guilty, even if he wasn't in the wrong.

Because of this arguments are incredibly rare. He's not an angry person in general and tends to stay positive most of the time. It will only occur if he's incredibly pent up about a situation. He'd bottle up those emotions before the string being pulled and he snaps.

Easy to forgive, the moment he notices he's angry he's apologizing for lashing out. Poor boy can't handle you being scared, upset, and disappointed with him.

After a fight, he gives you the space needed before checking on you and asking if you're alright. Aether would pull you into a hug, and probably sob depending on how bad the fight was. Cuddles until your both happy again or unless you really don't want to be in his presence at the moment.

If the fight was really bad he gives you some space to think for a bit and try to get it off his head. Afterward, he goes to apologize to you, to where you either sob together or things go back to normal right after

Apologizes repeatedly to you, you could say you've forgiven him but he's gonna continue apologizing for another hour or so.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Incredibly grateful for every little act his s/o does for him. Ever since losing his sister, he's been in a void and his s/o has been the light helping him back to his feet. Cheesy I know-

But he truly appreciates everything you do for him, it always brings a smile to his face whenever his s/o does the most simple little acts that go a long way for him. He acknowledges even the smallest of things

Simple acts such as setting up his stuff before he goes to complete commissions or cooking him some food. It always makes his day better.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Aether tells his partner pretty much everything, he dislikes keeping you in the dark. He would be really upset and heartbroken if he found out his s/o was hiding anything from him

He relies on you a lot, he tells you everything because you always put him at ease.

However, there are a few things that he would hide for a short time. He would tell his partner eventually but needs some time to plan out how to tell them. But those moments are rare and in between.

If he did find out that his s/o was hiding something from him, he'd be so torn :< feels betrayed a in way that you hid something from him.

Of course, he would listen to your reasoning as to why you kept secrets, but he starts to distance himself for a bit.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Aether works harder for you. In other words, he's constantly trying to impress you. He tries to act heroically around you to make you smile and all.

He learned to not always feel so down because of his sister and take time to be happy as well

He for sure helps you overcome any problems or barriers that have been holding you back, taking one step at a time. You work it out together and he's patient with the process

He's always inspired by you, he works harder for you and tries to complete his commissions at a faster rate so he can spend the rest of the day work you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Can go both ways. On one hand, Aether isn't really one to get jealous, as he has complete trust in his partner but on the other hand, there are times when he gets insecure or jealous over somethings

But for the most part he isn't jealous, there are moments where he's scared to lose you like he lost his sister, to be left alone again :<<

In the moments where he is jealous, he would tell his s/o that he's feeling envious. Getting it off his chest and hoping his S/o would help calm down his worries

If he's feeling really envious, which are incredibly rare, he would avoid you for a bit trying to let his jealousy die away before confronting you

He'd feel really bad if he accidentally made you feel jealous instead. He would remind you that all his love is reserved for you and only you.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Something like that done here

An average kisser, a bit inexperienced when it comes to kissing, you're his first boyfriend/girlfriend but he caught on really fast.

But because of this, your first kiss ended up being really awkward and Aether got incredibly flustered cause he believed he did something wrong

He's still really shy whenever he kisses you, he grows flustered whenever you intimate the kiss.

His kisses are really gentle, pressing his lips against yours softly. Each kiss is filled with emotions, all his love into each one. Very gentle boi

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

A mess

Poor boi is stuttering and fumbling over his words. He a nervous wreck but he's trying his best.

He planned everything out but when the moment came he tripped over his words.

He invites you over for a nice dinner, nothing too fancy and nothing too cheap, just right. He pays for food, slowly bringing the conversation to an idea of a relationship. Of course, he's hella flustered and trying not to show(which he does) it.

Then he kinda blurts out that he has a crush on you and wants to try out a relationship

If you say yes he's gonna have a huge smile on his face for the rest day, it's really adorable TwT

If you say no, however, he freezes in place for a while, the whole thing repeating in his head up to the point where you rejected him. He apologizes and excuses himself. You don't see him for a couple of days, since aether is avoiding you, he's really embarrassed to talk to you. Oh and congratulations you get a nasty nickname from Paimon :D

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He thought about it at least once when your relationship was growing. Similar to dreams, he had different scenarios in this head for the future and how they could play out.

He would like to get married one day, yes, but it isn't something he sees doing anytime soon as his primary goal is to find his sister, afterward however he will look into it more and suggest the idea to his s/o.

In terms of how he proposes, he takes you on a little adventure that highlights some your adventures you had together near the beginning of your friendship, before getting on one knee and popping the question.

Kind of that nostalgic feeling you get as you reminisce on some of the old memories you created together

The both of you plan the ceremony and incorporate your ideas into one. It's gonna be a big wedding though since pretty much all of Mondstadt, Liyue, and other nations that are yet to be explored will be attending.

Of course, if you wish for a smaller wedding, he doesn't mind at all and will plan out something smaller. He personally likes a small wedding too :)

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Aether isn't too keen on nicknames for his s/o but he does have a few. But for the most part, he calls you y/n, especially in public

He calls you sometimes a shorter version of your name. Or a flower that reminds him of you.

Really depends on your personality as well and which flower it associates with, or he might have a silly nickname for you that he called you once and it stuck with him. However, those types of nicknames are used rarely depending on the circumstance.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Blush blush blush blush

He might be a little oblivious to it since your his first, he doesn't realize it until someone cough venti cough points out to him.

He's in denial at first, swirling over his words while his face reveals the truth. He's crushing hard

Aether tries to mask his little crush from you and he does pretty well minus a few moments where he's got off guard, que flustering soft boi

But when he's in love, he has a smile on his whenever speaking to the person that makes his heart skip a beat. It's pretty prominent to others once you notice the behavior shift from someone random to you.

He expresses his love in a little of everything; kisses and little hugs along with serenading you in words or perhaps gifting you something. A little mix of all of them

His favorite way to express his love is to have his hand intertwine with yours. It's simple but it comforts him knowing you're close. He loves it whenever you give him a slight squeeze of reassurance; it never fails to put a smile on his face

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Shy boy gets flustered in private, he gets really flustered showing PDA in public.

Don't get me wrong he loves showering you in affection but he gets easily flushed at the idea of people watching him kiss his s/o or giving them a comforting hug.

His PDA is average, he's open to hand-holding in public because it comforts him without having to do anything too affectionate in the public eye

He doesn't brag either, most people already know the existence of your relationship.

Although for the most part, he's trying to keep it a secret because of the Fatui and the threat it could place on you. You don't want La Signora chasing after you.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

Paimon is usual around Aether meaning that whenever your feeling hungry, Paimon can point out the best places to sit down and have a delicious meal

An expert treasure hunter is in your area, and you're dating him! He knows where to find hints and little clues for treasures and can open any lock or seal. Many fortunes

He has so many stories to tell from his previous travels. It helps you connect more as you listen to him tell you every memory he can remember from the worlds he visited. You never get bored by his stories either.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He's can be really creative in his antic when it comes to making his s/o happy, but he also sticks to some more cliche methods as well

As mentioned previously he's visited many worlds and has seen the various ways people would do to cheer up their partners.

He uses that to his advantage when trying something to get that smile he loves dearly on your face

But the also likes to take some classic routes, little gifts, or acts of affection to make you happy

Perhaps a rose banquet one day and something new and really imaginative the next. He can be a wild card when deciding

One time he jokingly asked Paimon for advice, of course, she suggested having sticky honey roast as a nice evening lunch date. Which he ended up taking you to that afternoon

He's willing to do anything-within reasonable terms- to make his s/o happy. If just point something out or specify on what would make you really happy; chances are he's going to do it for you

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

100% support in you

He wants to see your goals accomplished as well. Just like your helping him find his sister, he helps you achieve your goal

If you allow him, he's willing to put aside some of his commissions to help you plan and get a better roadmap to obtain your goal

Aether helps keep you motivated whenever you're feeling down, reminding you of what you have accomplished so far. Cooking you food or bringing you some water to get your brain flowing again. As well as some encouragement from Paimon, although she tends to over exaggerate most of the time

He is also sure to help you take breaks whenever you're pushing yourself too much. He takes you outside to pick plants or berries, but it's really soothing and distracting

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

It's an adventure every day with Aether

At the beginning of the relationship, he tried to follow a more classical relationship routine. Since he was so new to affection, e mimicked what he saw other couples do thinking it was the correct way to go. But after spending more time with you he strayed away from that, adding his own ideas along with yours

He's constantly traveling the world, meeting archons and other powerful beings. There always a battle to be fought or a harbinger to run from. A lot can happen in one day

And you're his trusty and equal companion, he likes to bring you along through the chaos that is Teyvat

In other words, there is always a thrill in your relationship, plus Aether is always open to trying something new occasionally. Never a dull moment except for that one lazy Sunday where you cuddle all day, but it's really wholesome

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Aether picks up on the little things that signal a behavior shift within you. With these notices he acts quickly to be sure your alright and accesses if he needs to shower you in more affection in order to make you happy >:0

He tries to sympathize with his partner, trying to understand the emotions they're going through. He understands grief and anger, as he had experienced it with the loss of his kin, and knows how to help alleviate his s/o

But he does try his best to help cheer you up regardless of the emotions you are feeling. Paimon is even there to cheer you with her own words

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Aether's relationship with you is something he holds close to his heart. It's incredibly important to him, and he is sure to voice how important you are to him.

His s/o is that last speck of hope and happiness in his life after being filled with pain for so long. He'd be devastated without you

Unfortunately, his sister is his first priority, his family comes close. Lumine is the only kin he has. But your also really important to him, and so he tries to shower you with affection daily

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Your Paimon's close friend, you get to hear her ramble about food- a lot. But she's also really supportive of your relationship, she's noticed how much happier Aether had become since then.

Aether likes it whenever you braid his hair. Finding it soothing as your fingers gently comb through his golden locks

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

A shy boy wanting to shower his s/o in affection. He's not the most affectionate person out there but he does try to be romantic and such

He adores hugs more than kisses, he finds it further comforting to hold his partner close and reassured that there beside him. He wishes he could cuddle with you for hours however commissions among other tasks that always pull him back

He also likes kisses, there always gentle and soft and he mainly kisses you on the cheek, forehead, or lips.

So overall he is pretty affectionate and he tries his best to make you feel loved

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He can handle it for a few days, he has trust in you and your abilities. But he does think about you whenever you have to leave, wishing he could go with you. He's already missing your presence the moment you kissed him goodbye before venturing off to whatever.

Then he starts to become worried, his head is racing even though you're fine. He's trying to stay calm in the situation, which he does pretty well but it's clear something is troubling the traveler from another world. Nonetheless, he doesn't act out that worry

He starts to take up more commissions in hopes it will put his mind off It, overworking himself just a tad too much until he finds himself exhausted and turns in to rest for the night.

He refrains from any thoughts involving you being in a dangerous circumstance, he's trying to stay positive and counting down the days until your arrival back to Mondstadt or Liyue. But he has had that one thought or two, dreading over his shoulders

When you do return, the moment he spots your familiar figure; his mind is washed with relief as he makes his way towards you. He approaches with a soft, kind smile as he engulfs you into a hug. He asks you how the journey or task went and if you hit any roadblocks or difficulties.

He takes you to dinner that afternoon to talk some more, he misses you dearly :(

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

As mentioned before Aether tries his best to make you happy, he'll try somethings out but he won't cross any unnecessary lines or ones that shouldn't be crossed

Listen- he's stolen a Gods Lyre, angered the cryo God, fought a Harbinger, and almost destroyed a nation- oh and he's a garden thief. He's willing to go to some extra lengths to make you happy-he just doesn't want to add on to the list of chaos that had occurred already

But as mentioned previously, his main goal is finding his sister and he tries not to stray from it too much. But yes, he does care about your relationship and he is sure to remind you that you always hold a special place in his heart :)

I'm done omg, yay

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mcyt-imagines · 3 years

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TommyInnit Confession HCs

This is a combination of an imagine and some headcanons, this is a new way of writing for me so let me know if you enjoyed this format!

- Tommy realising he loves the reader and how he’d confess to them -

Tommy definitely would deny being interested in the reader in the beginning.

It would probably be a natural progression of feelings but tommy just wouldn’t realise it until WAY too late.

Like he just catches himself thinking about them when he’s just doing schoolwork and chores. And then he’s aware of just how much his mind wanders to them. Far too often in his humble opinion.

He lays hints about his crush when talking with Tubbo. He’s real defensive about it though. “You much of a ladies man Tubbo?” Trying to discretely get advice without actually asking for any. And Tubbo being Tubbo means he completely missed all the hints Tommy was dropping. (Not that Tommy’s hints were any good)

His stream for sure notices a change in his behavior, more scatterbrained showing visible signs of stress maybe a little more irritable too. Tubbo definitely notices the changes too and asks him about it.

Tubbo would probably ask tommy on stream or in private something along the lines of. “What’s up Tommy, you’ve been kinda uh, distracted lately…”

Tommy for suuuuuure blushes and stutters out a response that even Tubbo doesn’t buy. (So instead he talks to Tubbo about it off stream, doesn’t mention his crushes name, but he keeps Tubbo in the loop. Tubbo finds the whole thing very funny because of how defensive Tommy gets in response, however he offers his support to Tommy, obviously. “Even though I have no experience with romance Tommy. I’ll do my best to be the best wingman ever!” With a salute to Tommy on his webcam. Tubbo quickly leaves the call saying he needs to do some ‘research’ (he puts the word in quotation marks with a wink)

Tommy would be a stubborn flustered MESS if stream ever figured out that he was crushing on someone.

And of course they find out because Tubbo slips up and mentions Tommy having a crush.

By that point he is absolutely CONSUMED by his thoughts about the reader as the more he tries to not think about them the more he wishes he was with them.

He also would 10000% be ignoring or avoiding his crush for as long as possible because he knows he wouldn’t be able to utter a single word to their face. His usual ‘big man’ façade would be in absolute shambles if he were around the reader during this time.

There would be a lot of internal and external swearing from Tommy when he finally realises and accepts that he likes you though.

However, this acceptance doesn’t make him any less stressed because now he needs to figure out whether he is even going to tell you!

But he knows he can’t keep living like this as he can’t keep avoiding his crush forever. And he knows the next time he sees you he knows his heart is going to literally burst out of his chest. And he won’t be able to stop himself. So, he devises a plan.

He gets a pep talk from Tubbo in which they help brainstorm his confession plan but he finds himself messaging Wilbur one late night after his stream. “Hey, can I get some advice?” Wilbur is shocked. “Tommyinnit asking ME for advice? Never thought I’d see the day.”

Wilbur teases him for a short while surely. But when Tommy finally puts his pride aside and tells Wilbur about his crush he sobers up quick and dishes out some solid advice and support for Tommy. “In exchange for my services I better be meeting this crush of yours Tommy.” “You got it big man.”

After speaking with Wilbur Tommy feels as if he can finally breathe for the first time in weeks since he first started to realise his feelings for the reader.

CONFESSION DAY!

Tommy sends the reader a text in the mid-morning asking if they wanted to hang out sometime later today. Also apologizing for how ‘busy’ he’s been the last few weeks using schoolwork or chores as his excuse.

He’s furiously texting Tubbo the WHOLE time he’s waiting for a reply from them. Tubbo pulls Tommy onto Minecraft to try and take his mind off the situation. Offline of course, Tommy would not be able to handle streaming right now.

Even Wilbur sends him a few messages to check in, jumping on discord to give his ear for Tommy to chew off. Which he most definitely does.

Eventually his phone dings and Tommy DIVES for it. “THEY SAID YES!” Both Wilbur and Tubbo groan from Tommy’s mic peaking with his screech.

Tommy waits for a few minutes before replying per Tubbo’s request. “I read it online! You don’t want to seem too into them.” He proclaims with false authority as Wilbur chuckles in the background of the call.

The rest of the afternoon blurs for Tommy as he stays on call with Wilbur and Tubbo as they do their best to distract his overactive mind.

However, as the clock ticks on he knows he needs to start getting ready or he’s going to be late.

Wilbur demands that he choose Tommy’s outfit. So for the next half hour Tommy proceeds to perform a free fashion show for the two, only for Phil to join for a short while to give his two cents before going back to his stream.

Eventually Wilbur settles on what he dubbed “-a classic Tommyinnit look-” one of his favourite red shirts paired with one of his nicer black jackets and the dark charcoal pants his mum had made him get a few months ago for a wedding. They are very uncomfortable.

Tommy heaves a sigh as he thanks Wilbur and Tubbo for sticking around with him today. They both send him away, “Good luck Tommy!” “Go get ‘em big man.”

Tommy had agreed to meet the reader at the park, he thought dinner would have been a bit much. Wilbur and Tubbo both agreed on that front. This park was right near the water, so it had a great view of the sunset. He was still pretty chuffed about that fact, his chat was sooo wrong, he could be romantic if he wanted to after all.

Of course, he was a little late. He repeatedly told his mum to speed. She refused of course. His mother of course had noticed exactly what this ‘hang out’ was and had quizzed him about his crush the night prior.

“Don’t leave the car mum.” Tommy was quick to warn her, he did not want her to be anywhere near them. She didn’t need any more dirt on him to embarrass him with. She could end his whole streaming career in an instant if she wanted. A truly terrifying thought.

Tommy was quick to move near the waterfront puffing slightly, nose a tinge pink with the oncoming chilly wind from the lake. “Hey Tommy.” Tommy would freeze instantly before quickly turning with a forced smile, a little too big for his face. “Hey!”

His crush would lead Tommy over to the nearby bench they had been sitting on before he arrived. And they would definitely sit closer to Tommy than he would have wanted.

Tommy would be so obvious. Stuttering over his words, a LOT of frantic hand movements whenever he’s speaking to them.

Mid-conversation his crush starts to laugh. “Tommy I think I’ve figure out why you have been ‘busy’ recently.” Tommy stills immediately, sweat dripping off of him in POOLS. “H-Huh!?” He makes a noise in the back of his throat that he has NEVER made before.

This seems to only make his crush laugh more, they turn fully to him and take one of his clammy hands. He quickly goes to yank it from their grip knowing how sweaty it is. But their grip is strong, and surprisingly calm in contrast to his shaking hands. He gulps simply staring at the spot where their hands are touching. “Tommy.” His gaze snaps up to their smiling face hiding slight worry. “Breathe.” And he finally does. His tense shoulders drop, and their hand leaves his. And suddenly he’s laughing harder than he ever has before realizing how ridiculous he’s being right now. And when he looks over, so is his crush.

The conversation from that point on flows naturally as the two finally begin to catch up after not seeing each other for a few weeks.

Tommy finally realises how comfortable they make him feel. He simply stares at them as they speak. Awed that it took him this damn long to figure out he liked them.

His crush stops talking, noticing him staring. He jumps out of his thoughts, “Hey Tommy, take a picture it’ll last longer.” And suddenly he’s sweating all over again as they laugh.

His crush is having the time of their life watching ‘big man’ Tommy squirm beside them. Trying his best to scrounge up the courage to say something, anything to them.

They open their mouth to speak when suddenly Tommy yells, “I LIKE YOU!”

Tommy isn’t even looking at them, he has his eyes squeezed shut and he thrusts his arm outwards holding something which promptly shoves into his crush’s chest. Effectively winding them.

They wheeze in response, “Me too. Don’t know why though goD!” They push out through gasps of air, pressing a hand to their chest. Pain beginning to subside as Tommy realises he literally just punched his crush.

His jaw drops and his silence continues as they take what was in his hands. A small book.

A scrapbook.

His crush’s face softens as they flip through the photos, memories flooding back to them of days long gone by.

Tommy stayed up all night yesterday just to finish the final details on the scrapbook, it isn’t the most aesthetically pleasing thing. (Even he knows that) But he put his heart and soul into it.

“Very sweet of you Tommy. But I didn’t bring anything for you…” They end up mumbling in response. Tommy only grins. “So you like it?” They scoff and finally pull Tommy in for a hug. He stills for a moment, then melts into their hold.

Tommy mumbles his apology for literally punching them into his crush’s hair. They giggle into his chest in response, letting him know that it’s fine, they’re okay. Tommy mumbles something incoherent into their hair and presses a cautionary kiss to the top of their head.

“AWWWWW!” A loud noise comes from behind their bench. Tommy and his crush dive apart only to see Tommy’s mum hidden behind a nearby tree.

“MUUUUUUUUUM!” Tommy screeches as his crush cackles out a laugh.

Tommy’s mum ends up driving his crush home as well, they sit in the back seat of the car holding hands.

“This didn’t go at all how I’d planned…” Tommy complains with a deep pout. “Oh really? Your plan didn’t involve punching me? Huh?” Their crush sniggers at him.

“Oh! His real plan-“ His mother starts and in order to cut her off Tommy just starts yelling at the top of his lungs “Nononono!!”. Causing his crush to burst into laughter as the two try to increase their volumes to drown out the other.

His crush shakes their head with a grin and wonders what the hell they’ve just gotten themselves into.

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rowanaelinn · 3 years

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Fire on Fire - chapter four

chapter three // chapter five

Aelin slammed her car door harder than necessary, sighing once she was comfortably sitting in her seat. She buckled her seatbelt and turned her head to the man sitting next to her in the passenger seat. "I'm not going to buckle your seatbelt for you, you're an adult, not a child."

Arobynn just chuckled and did it himself. “Always a delight to deal with you, darling.”

Aelin had to take a deep breath or she would snap. Getting mad at him wouldn’t work, it never did. It would just make him mad at her, and it wasn’t worth it. “Call someone else next time, then.” She said as she started driving. Aelin wished she had drunk a coffee before or taken anything that could help her stay awake. Arobynn lived one hour away from this bar, the night was going to be very long. “I forgot, you have no one else.”

“Be careful how you speak to me, Aelin.” His words were harsh even if they were slurred by the alcohol. Aelin hated the part of herself that was scared at his threat. So she didn’t answer, focused on the road, and put on some music to try to distract herself.

Aelin thought about last night, how bad her night of work was until she danced with Elide. Aelin had always loved to dance, she remembered all the times she forced her parents to sit for an hour so she could show them everything she learned that week at the dance studio.

When she turned eight, Aelin started doing dance competitions and she was good, very good, actually. She went to nationals twice, the first time she ended up in fourth place, not good enough. The second time she was in second place, it was better but still not good enough. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was born with the need to be the best at everything she did, she didn’t understand why. Maybe it was because her parents had always been first in their own way and Aelin wanted to be like them.

After an injury at fifteen, she had to stop dancing. She still remembered crying in Aedion’s arms for an entire night. If Aelin thought about it, she would realize that’s the moment everything started to go downhill in her life. But she tried to avoid thinking about it, if she didn’t think about the problems, they didn’t exist.

“Why are you dressed like a whore, anyway?” Arobynn broke the silence and Aelin’s heart clenched. She hadn’t been hurt when Rowan made comments on her outfit because as much as she hated him, she knew he respected women and just wanted to hurt her. Arobynn never had an ounce of respect for women, he had proven it multiple times, that’s what made his comment horrible. “Not that I’m complaining in any way.” Aelin’s eyes left the road for two seconds to see him with a disgusting smile on his lips and his eyes fixed on her thighs. It took all her self-control not to vomit right there.

“I was working,” she simply said. She didn’t have to justify herself but Arobynn didn’t like to be ignored.

“You work at a strip club now?” He snorted. “Why do you even want to work? I told you I could pay for everything you need.”

He did, and it had been generous. Too generous from Arobynn to come without a price. “And I told you I could do it on my own.”

“Well, you don’t seem to earn a lot of money wherever you work since I’m still the one paying for your college tuition.” He said with a light tone but Aelin caught what he really meant. You’re only here thanks to me, be grateful.

“How many times do I have to thank you for it?” She asked with a sharp tone. Aelin had never been very good at staying calm. “I told you I would pay you back-”

“Bullshit,” he tapped his foot on the floor of the car, almost screaming. Unusual for him to lose his temper. When Arobynn was mad he favored hurting people with words. It was very rare for him to be physically violent. She jumped in spite of herself. “Do I look like I care about the money?” No, of course not. The money he used to pay for her college was like pocket money for a ten-year-old child, he didn’t see the difference in his bank account before and after paying for it. “I don’t understand why you want to work and live in a shitty apartment when you could be cared for and live in a manor.”

“ Your manor.” She said coldly.

“Yes, mine. How is that a problem?” He was angry, Aelin could see it at the way his hands clenched on his tights, the way his right leg kept fidgeting, or at the way he pronounced every word that came out of his mouth as if they were full of venom.

“You are my professor, Arobynn. I am your fucking student and not only this but I am also your teaching assistant. Do I really need to explain how wrong it is?”

“I am trying to take care of you, Aelin. I would expect you to be nicer.”

“Right now I am the one taking care of you!” She screamed, done with his bullshit. If someone had told Aelin five years ago that her favorite author was like this, she wouldn’t have believed them. “Even if I don’t want to.”

“I’m waiting for the day you crawl for my help, Aelin.”

She didn’t answer, instead, she kept her eyes on the road. She thought about her favorite books and how happy they made her. Maybe she would read one when she gets back home, it was too late to sleep anyway. Twenty minutes later, she parked her car right in front of his house. It was big, too big for a single man.

Aelin looked at her professor as he unbuckled his belt. “Have you graded the papers we gave you last month? Students will need them this week.” She asked but knew the answer. He just smirked at her and winked.

“You know me better than this, sweetheart.”

Aelin sighed and got out of her car, following Arobynn. He wasn’t walking straight and somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped he wouldn’t get hurt. Aelin knew Arobynn wasn’t a good man, he was a real piece of shit. But he had been there for her when she was at her worst, he didn’t do a lot but he had been there. He gave her opportunities she would never have had alone. And even if his interest in her was bad, he believed in her. He read every single one of her stories, gave her advice to become the best writer she could be. He let her access his contacts. If she ever made it on the best-seller list, it would be a little bit thanks to this man.

He opened his door and Aelin didn’t wait before going to his study, not caring about what he did. She quickly found the folder full of papers. She went through all of them and left hers and Lysandra’s on Arobynn’s desk. She couldn’t grade them, even if she wished she could grade Lysandra’s, but Arobynn didn’t want her to play favorites.

She turned but found Arobynn watching her at the entrance of the study. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, of course, he would start drinking again the minute he got home. He walked towards her and she was struck by the size difference between the two of them. He pinned her with this lover’s gaze. She looked at the face she once found beautiful and swallowed. She wanted to move but couldn’t.

“What would I do without you, sweet Aelin?” He purred, letting one of his knuckles caress her cheek and before he could brush her lips she turned her head to the side. This gave him just more room to lean in and place a kiss on her cheekbone, his lips were soft and warm. Slowly, Aelin pulled back. “Tell me what I have to do for you to let me lay the world at your feet.”

Aelin said nothing as she walked away from him.

The moment Aelin entered her bathroom she fell on her knees and threw her guts up in the toilet. She could still feel Arobynn’s hand brushing her thigh in the car, could still feel his eyes on her or his hot breath on her ear.

When she closed her eyes she could remember the first time she saw these grey eyes four years ago and how different it felt to have them on her.

Aelin couldn’t hear the music over her friends’ laugh and her own.

When a waiter passed her she took the opportunity to take another glass of champagne and give him her empty glass. Her head was already spinning in the most delicious way.

"Ten bucks says he goes back with him tonight," Nehemia said, her eyes fixed on Aedion and the handsome blond man he was talking to. They were at a charity event, Aelin had agreed to accompany her parents only if she could bring her friends. Her three friends practically lived at home, so they agreed.

“Ten bucks?” Aelin asked as she took a sip of her drink. “How boring you are. Five hundred says they make out in a cupboard here.”

“You’re the only rich girl here, you know that?” Sam asked as he took her under his arm, forcing her head to rest on his chest. Aelin laughed loudly as she pushed him away, trying not to spill her drink on either of them.

“You are so loud, Aelin,” Lysandra complained but she wasn’t better. If anyone drank as much as Aelin did it was her best friend.

“I think our little Aelin,” Sam said, his voice full of fake seriousness, as he took her head in both hands, Aelin giggled at his fake frown. “Is slightly drunk.” Sam finished, and before Aelin could say anything he bent to kiss her. She lost herself in him, putting her arms around his neck. After a few seconds, they pulled apart but Aelin rested her head in his neck, breathing deeply in his lavender scent. She would kick his ass later for using her soap.

“Fireheart?” Aelin heard her mother call, she turned around but tripped on her long dress. Sam caught her before she could fall and the group of four friends exploded with laughter. They had all had a little too much to drink if they needed so little to laugh.

Aelin hid her glass behind her back, remembering that her parents had forbidden her to drink. They didn’t want their sixteen years old daughter to be seen doing inappropriate things. Sam took the glass discreetly and she knew he would get rid of it as soon as possible. Aelin's parents would never suspect Aelin's perfect boyfriend of helping her disobey her parents.

What her parents didn't know was that her three friends were her partners in crime, especially Sam.

“Aelin, honey.” Her mother said as she stopped in front of her. Sam’s hand rested quietly on her hip, a silent reminder that no matter how the conversation turned out, Aelin was not to get upset.

But Evalin was not alone. "My dear, I'm sure you know Mister Hamel?" She asked, knowing full well that Aelin knew him. She had dozens of copies of all his books all over her room, his writing was just amazing.

Aelin turned her head to admire her idol's face. He was handsome, for a thirty-seven years old man. If Aelin was honest, she had always had a thing for men older than her.

When her eyes met his gray ones, Aelin tensed. Absolutely everything about this man screamed power. From the way he stood to the little smile on his face as he held out his hand for Aelin to place hers in. His hand was warm but not soft, she could feel several scars. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand before saying softly, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Galathynius."

The memory of that night made her throw up a second time as she fought against tears. Everything about this memory was painful. She had worked so hard to keep these emotions locked inside of her for years, she couldn’t break now. Not after everything she did to forget.

“You got drunk?” A deep voice asked and Aelin whipped her head toward that voice only to find a shirtless Rowan, arms crossed, watching her from his doorframe. She didn’t secretly marvel at his muscles like she usually did whenever he was shirtless, tonight, another proof of how bad she was feeling. “Is that why you’re so late?” His voice was hard, the same voice he usually used whenever she was around.

“Were you worried?” She asked, sarcastically. She didn’t have the strength to fight now, and yet… She couldn’t help when he was around.

“Your cousin and best friend were worried sick. Are you so selfish that you don’t care?”

“I’ll talk about that with them, then. I don’t need you here.” Her voice was as hard as his, while she usually was more teasing. Aelin saw him frown at her tone but she didn’t give a shit, she needed to be left alone. “But if you want to know, I wasn’t getting drunk, no.”

“Then what were you doing?” He snapped and Aelin didn’t understand him. Why did he want to know that? Shouldn’t he have been happy she wasn’t here? Why did he even come into the bathroom? Aelin supposed he heard her throw up, it’s not like she was a very discreet person. Did he come here just to mock her? “What has put you in such a pathetic state?”

“Get the out,” her voice was weak, trying not to think about one of the worst nights of her life. You look pathetic , Arobynn had told her two years ago. But Aelin couldn’t help it, everything about that night disgusted her. When she looked up at Rowan she thought she saw concern in his eyes but she probably was hallucinating because a second later, his eyes were cold as ice.

He laughed, even if his laugh didn’t have any humor in it. “You know what, Aelin? Keep throwing up all you want. You’re worthless.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

There was a long pause and when Aelin thought he wouldn’t say anything else, he opened his mouth. “I understand why your parents cut you off. Who would want a disappointment like you as their daughter?”

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” She said silently, and when he closed the door, Aelin let the tears run down her face. For the first time in his life, Rowan hurt Aelin.

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Nick Jakoby x Reader Oneshot- (Bright)

“Oink, oink over here piggy!”

The group of men standing in the doorway made you grimace. Damn they pissed you off. Nick walked pass them with his head lowered, trying his best to ignore the rude remarks. You’d just clocked in, and this had become a regular. Their tauntings. You really wanted to body slam all four of them. But you restrained yourself. “Don’t bother with them Nick, their dick heads. “ It was no secret that they hated the male Orc. Nick was by far the sweetest man on the force, and he wasn’t even a man. Which really said something for the unit.

“I’m used to it, it’s fine.” you frowned. He shouldn’t have to get used to it. He was just as hardworking and diligent as any other cop. You nudged his shoulder with a smile as you walked with him. “Cheer up, in a couple of hours we have that awful dinner to attend. You have worse things ahead." Nick shook his head with a shy smile. “Is that supposed to make me feel better.”

“Not really.” with a small giggle, you met your partner. Nick headed over to Ward, and your eyes wandered, just admiring him. You had no idea why people gave him such a hard time. It’s true that Orcs sided with the enemy in the past, but that was thousands of years ago. The world had changed so much since then, apparently not in the ways you hoped.

Nick was so misunderstood and underappreciated. He had so much to offer if he was just given a chance. Not to mention he was a total sweetheart. Pretty handsome too. The final thought erupts a blush to your cheek, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by your partner.

“What’s got you all red in the face?” Jacob, your partner raises an eyebrow, and your face gets darker. “Nothing let’s get going.” he doesn’t quite believe you, and you try to steal one last look at Nick before you have to get going, but Jacob catches the action, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Shit I knew it!!” His yell catches the attention of everyone in a five mile radius and as the officers stare, you feel Nick’s stare follow. You cower, smacking Jacob who just waves everyone off. When their gazes have diverted, you glare at the man before you. He raises his hands defensively. “Sorry, sorry didn’t mean to cause a scene. Not everyday you discover your partner has a crush. Damn Victoria owes me twenty bucks!”

“Y-You betted on my love life with your wife!!”

“Umm, hell yeah I did. Why are you even surprised?” he was right, you shouldn’t have been. You just roll your eyes, and soon the both of you are headed to the squad car. Jacob is still wearing that smug grin as you jump into the vehicle. “So when are you gonna ask him out?”

“I-I’m not!”

“You’re kidding, you have to (Y/N)!” Jacob has always been majorly supportive, but you’re still a little anxious. Your head lowers. “Y-You don’t think it’s weird that I..I mean I don’t care if anyone says anything but I just..I..” The way you're struggling with your words, it’s not hard for Jacob to understand. “Listen, I’d never judge you for something like that. We’re partners (Y/N), practically family now. And honestly Nick is awesome, dude brings me scones every Tuesday cause he passes at my favorite shop on his way to work. He’s a hero in my book.” He lets out a few fake sobs to get his point across and you just groan at his childishness.

“Seriously though, Nick’s a really good guy. Everyone treats him like shit, yet he comes back and tells them to be safe. If it were me, I don’t think I’d be able to handle it that well. He could easily quit, probably just become the monster everyone keeps accusing him of being. But he wakes up and he does the job, all because he loves it, he generally cares about protecting people who don’t give a shit about him. It’s inspiring to watch. There aren’t many people like left in this world (Y/N), if you find someone like that, you should do what you can to hold onto them.” His finger ran over his wedding band, a smile playing on his lips. “That’s what I did.” His smile makes your face brighten, and you nod.

“I’ll do my best. “

So maybe your partner wasn’t a complete idiot.

That afternoon when you get home, you’re on a mission. Jacob’s advice is ringing in your head. He’s right. So you’ve decided this annual police will be your best yet. You were gonna go all out. You rarely ever get dressed up, too accustomed to dark suit pants and uncomfortable belts. You wanted something to catch Nick’s attention, then maybe it would give you the confidence to finally own up to your feelings and ask the guy out. You jump into the shower.

“Time to knock them dead. “

~Three hours later~

“Quit fidgeting, you look fine.” Ward smacks Nick’s hands away from the tie. He’s been messing with it for the last ten minutes, mostly out of nervousness. This is his first time he’s worn a tux. He feels a bit ridiculous, but with Ward’s assurance, he can only hope he’s pulling it off. They stand at a table making small talk, mostly Ward.

Nick offers a word here and there. By the looks he keeps getting, he can tell that his opinion isn’t really wanted by the people there. So he busies himself with watching the other people mingling around him. Everyone looks relaxed, sipping wine, helpling themselves to food. He’s never been a fan of this. Every year they hold these little banquets to treat the new recruits and commend exemplary performances throughout the unit. It’s a fun event for the most part. But his fellow coworkers never rest with their harsh opinions. It isn’t even verbal, just by the looks he knows.

The sound of a few whistles catches his attention. There’s a small commotion at the doorway. He vaguely makes out the edge of purple, and that’s when he notices the man that walks in. But that isn’t what captures his eyes, it’s the woman he’s escorting on his arm.

Golden orbs widen, and his ears twitch a bit too quickly. He wants to control it, but it’s hard, because the smile that lands in his direction knocks the wind right out of him. “Wow, your girlfriend cleans up nice.” Ward whispers.

“S-She’s not my girlfriend.” he grumbles back. Now that you’re clear in his view, he can fully admire your dress. It’s a velvet luxe maxi dress. The color is a beautiful lavender. Thin straps at the shoulder, low cut displaying just enough cleavage. And a slit that stops mid thigh, with matching heels to complete the whole look. Your hair is loose, and a very light amount of makeup, highlighting your features. Nick thought you were gorgeous before, but somehow you’ve outdone yourself. He can’t look away, and he really should before you take notice.You settle at a table not too far from him, pulling the focus of a few males present there. With polite smiles and little words, Nick feels a bit envious.

“Now’s your chance hotshot. Ask her out before one of those hyenas beat you to it.” Nick wants to convince Ward that it’s useless, there’s no way you’d go for someone like him. You’re completely different in every sense of the word. He doesn’t have a chance. As he opens his mouth he’s about to lay out his case, but a sweet lavender scent fills his nostrils, and he wants to question the origin, just then he feels a light tap on his shoulder. He turns, and the heavenly aroma hits him tenfold. Somehow you’ve walked over without him realizing. He’s supposed to be more aware, he’s a cop after all. Your glossed lips turn into a smile as you bat your eyes.

“Nick..do you wanna maybe dance?”

The slow sound filling the room, doubled with the couples now filling up the floor catches his eyes. He’s tongue tied, because you can’t really be asking him. Out of all the guys there, why him? Yes, the both of you have been friends for months now, but he’s sort of assumed your kindness was due to pity more than anything else.

You're still watching him hopefully, and Ward gives an encouraging push. He stumbles, grabbing your shoulders lightly. When he’s steadied himself, he pulls back. “He’d love to.” Ward says. Nick doesn’t get a chance to put in a word for himself, because you smile, taking his hand and pulling him to the center of the dance floor. Nick is staggering behind, trying not to knock into anyone. When you get to your desired area, you turn back to him. Nick is stiff, the both of you are just standing there, a number of eyes on you. “I-I should probably just go, everyone is staring and I’d hate to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” His eyes lift, and the way you look at him, it makes his heart hammer. What has he done to deserve your kindness, he has no idea.

Deciding that you need to be the one to make a move, you take his hands and place them around your waist as you step closer. You can feel the slight tremble in his palms that are pressed to your body now. It’s so adorable. He’s still stiff as a board, but you know he’s trying. He’s probably so touch starved. It hurts to just think about it. Your hands are resting on his chest lightly, and you sigh, swaying with the music. Nick swallows, he’s a bit taller than you, and he’s trying his best not to look down directly at you. With you so close it’s hard for him not to pass out at how amazing you smell. Your hands slide up, going around his neck. His eyes finally meet yours, and the meaning in your eyes, it triggers something in him. “Nick..” you’re whispering, and it breaks his train of thought. “Yeah.” you lick your lips, and he wishes he could just kiss those plump lips. They are begging to be touched.

“Do you possibly want to-” a hand pulling you from the Orc in your arms makes you jerk. Nick looks just as surprised. The officer standing between the both of you, suddenly it makes sense, and you're pissed. “Run along pig face, she’s tired of you.” Pollard rests a hand on your waist, pulling you into his side, and you shove him back. “You’re the one who’s interrupting, what the hell we were dancing!!” you're enraged. Not only has he messed up your plan to finally ask Nick out, but he’s also insulted him. Nick can see the displeasure on your face, and he’s about to suggest that maybe you leave. The last thing he wants is for you to get caught in the middle of this. He could take Pollard’s insults any day. But he doesn’t want any negative attention drawn to you.

“Come on you don’t have to give anymore charity, we all know why you do this. You feel bad for little piggy here. Don’t waste your evening on him, how about you come with me. Have some real fun.” It’s almost laughable that he thinks you’ll drop everything and just run off with him. Nick now looks less sure of himself, a bit defeated. It’s then you realize that he must have assumed the same. You’re being nice out of some foolish obligation. You open your mouth to assure him, but stop. This time, words may not be enough. It’s time to take action. So with two swift strides you grab Nick by the lapels of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. Pollard gapes, and Nick is tense and wide eyed.

“I’m dreaming…” He has to be. You couldn’t be..kissing him. Your eyes are closed, and you still have a firm hold on his clothing. A few more seconds pass and you pull back slowly. Your eyes move from Nick’s soft lips, to his topaz eyes. The bewildered expression is highly anticipated.

“If you’ll excuse us, we have business to attend to.” you take Nick’s hand, leaving a stunned Pollard, and a few surprised officers. You don’t even look back, you do however pass Jacob on your way out of the building. He’s grinning probably wider than you. When the door snaps shut behind you and you're free of the intrusive stares, you look at Nick. He’s still in a mid state of shock. “I’m sorry..” you mutter.

Now that the events play back, you’re bashful. You didn’t even get to ask him out. Nick collects himself slowly, shaking his head. “N-No it’s fine.” An awkward silence follows. You want to say something to cut the tension, but Nick interrupts. “I should take you home.” He doesn't look at you when he says that, and now you're a bit scared that you’ve crossed a line and misread all the signs. Self conscious and mortified, you just nod. Nick’s car is parked close, as he opens the door, you jump inside. He does the same, pulling off.

The ride is anything but pleasant. It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Nick is staring ahead, and the look he wears is unreadable.

“I ruined everything.” You should have never done that, especially since you weren’t even sure of any feelings. He must be completely disgusted with you. You're thankful that the ride isn’t long, because in a few minutes he pulls up. You don’t make any kind of eye contact, just whisper a thanks, opening the door and stepping out.

You want to cry, how did the night turn so horrible that quickly. As you close the vehicle door, you all but sprint to your house, taking out your keys and opening your front door. You don’t even bid him goodbye, you just focus on getting inside. You do, stepping in and leaning back as you shut the door. “Idiot!” you scold yourself. “I’m an idiot..” you bite your lip. How would you ever face him again.

The knock at your door makes you jump, and you turn, opening the door hesitantly. You peek outside, a bit surprised. “N-Nick..” He’s staring at you, maybe wanting answers for all that happened. You step back, letting him inside. He’s the one that closes the door this time.

“Why did you kiss me?” Blunt, to the point. From the look, you know he’s just as conflicted by all of this as you. Now might be your last chance. You’ve already kissed him, what was the harm in telling him the truth. It might help you both.

“Because I..It’s what I’ve wanted to do for months now. “ you confess. His forehead creases in astonishment. “Nick I’ve..I’ve had it bad for you for so long and it makes my blood boil every time I hear the way they talk to you! You’re so caring and selfless and goddamn hot to me and I wish everyone could see how amazing you are if they’d just give you an opportunity.” you’re rambling, but you don’t care. “That jackass Pollard ruined everything I had this whole night planned out, I was gonna wow you with this dress and then finally ask you out but then he came with his false macho bullshit and it just pissed me off and that’s why I grabbed you like that to show him that this isn’t some charity I actually am crazy about you and I..” you heave, for a minute there you forgot you should breathe. “I’m so crazy about you Nick.”

He’s still just standing there, and now you’ve given him a chance to speak. From his expression, he doesn’t know what to say. You were so out of his league.

“I don’t understand why you would..why..” that self conscious look, you’ve seen it many times.

“Nick, I want you.” he stops, eyes opening a bit wider now. “I’m tired of you being so hard on yourself. You have nothing to be ashamed of. “ you take a step forward, and he doesn’t move a muscle. “Truthfully, when I saw you earlier in this tux, I almost passed out. “ your hands reach out, going back to where they had been before Pollard stepped in. Resting right on his broad shoulders. Another thing about him that made you swoon was his build. He was nicely muscular. It just messed you up. He needs a moment to gather his breath. “Nick do you..want me?”

“Of course!” his shout, as unexpected as it is, it makes you smile. He looks away at how desperate it sounded. “That’s good..” you don’t clarify, just lean in, and this time when your lips meet, he still doesn’t really prepare. It’s so tender, almost tentative. When he finally convinces his mind that it’s real, his hands wrap around your body, pulling you in. You sigh, and Nick responds, returning the kiss. Your head is in the clouds, You feel like you’re dreaming, if that’s the case you want to stay forever. You open your mouth, urging him to do the same, he does, taking control.

You moan when he pushes you up against the door, now kissing you hungrily. One of his hands drift down to your bare thigh, and another needy sound releases. You can’t stop it and you don’t want to. His free hand presses to the door, and your hands grip at the clothes on his back. You’re trying to pull him forward, and he complies, pressing into you. It feels so great, his firm body trapping you there. There’s a low growl that comes from Nick, and somehow you’re even more turned on. Your hands have ventured back to the front of his tux, unbuttoning it quickly. It falls open and your fingers slip under the jacket, reveling in the taunt muscles.

Gosh does he feel amazing. Nick feels you start to pull at the shirt, he forces himself to part. When you’ve separated, you’re both flushed and panting. Nick still believes maybe he’s at home sleeping somehow. The new scent that fills the air nearly makes his knees buckle. Your lust is so prominent, he can almost taste it. Your chest is still heaving, but you're slowly coming down from your high, so is Nick. It’s then you realize what was about to happen if not for Nick’s pause. You feel a bit embarrassed now. You hug yourself, blushing a deep red.

“S-Sorry, guess I kind of got a bit crazy..” Nick smiles. “You don’t have to apologize.” He’d be stupid to make you feel bad about such a thing. He was just as equally responsible. Fact is, it took everything in him to stop himself. As much as he wants this to progress, he also wants more than just a heated night with you. He wants so much more.

“(Y/N), I’d..really like to take you out sometime..” he mumbles it, still fairly insecure about it all. The way your eyes light up though, his fears are all gone. You don’t respond, and he doesn’t need one because you jump into his arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek, grinning like a child on Christmas.

“You don’t even have to ask, it’s a yes.” you whisper in his ear. He holds you close, breathing in your scent. He wants to lock that away forever. He wants this to last forever. For now though, just being with you now, it’s enough.

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Hello! Love your work! Can I request Hanako, Yashiro, and Shijima when they find their s/o cutting themselves on their arm? :(

I understand if you feel uncomfortable with the request, so feel free to ignore.

But with Yashiro and Shijima can they just be best friends with the reader since they are two of my biggest comfort characters platonically…

Thank you! You can choose headcanons or oneshots

amane yugi/hanako x gn!reader, (platonic) yashiro nene and gn!reader, (platonic) shijima mei and gn!reader

a/n: thanks so much for the compliment! And sure thing, no worries! I do hope you’re doing alright, and always remember that you’re not alone :)) there are a lot of resources out there to help you, or anyone you may know, struggling, so never give up!! <3 still, i hope you enjoy these, and thank you for requesting!! <33

OH AND! I know you said Hanako, but I’m going to write him alive as Amane- for the sake of convenience I guess-? plus i miss the thought of living hanako, even if it’s the same person in the end-

warnings: self harm, panic attack

word count: 1,568

Amane Yugi <3

“(Y/N), I’m coming in,” Amane had spoken. His voice was sudden, and unexpected- you were home alone. You weren’t planning to have guests. In fact, the loneliness was a reason you had started crying in the first place- everything had spiraled before you realized it.

Little did you know, it was also a reason Amane wanted to check on you. Your last message to him was several hours ago, telling him that your parents were off at work, but their company would have been a bit more appreciated than the completely silent house. Amane knew what it was like to be alone, even for a little while, when you needed company most. He also knew what you had told him about all the other little things- things that he knew were bound to add up, and come collapsing down on you all at once.

“Hang on, plea-”

The two of you made direct eye contact, and you winced. Your arm was too sore to move so quickly. All you could do was sit there, bloodied pocket knife resting in one hand, open wounds dripping blood onto the other.

Amane would do his best to stay calm- he wouldn’t yell at you, he wouldn’t even raise his voice- he’d walk up to you, worry etched into his paleing face, and very carefully take the pocket knife from your hands. He’d pocket it, then wipe the tears from your face. It hurt him to see you in pain, but he knew whatever he felt wasn’t nearly as bad as you had to feel in that moment. All he wanted was to show you love.

“Can you stand up?” He asked, rubbing your back gently, and looking for something to wrap your arm in. You nodded, beginning to cry worse- it was almost embarrassing. No matter what sort of act you put up, having someone walk in on you at what felt like your most vulnerable moments wasn’t anything you wished to happen. He understood that.

“Alright,” Amane told you, offering a small smile, and helping you stand. “Then, let’s head to the bathroom. I’ll wash your arm off.”

He did just that. Leading you to the bathroom, gently hushing you when you cried, and holding your arm as if it were broken. As if it would shatter if he held it too hard, simply because he was terrified of hurting you.

“This is gonna sting a little bit. Is that alright?” He asked, turning on the sink, and grabbing two small washcloths and some bandages. You nodded once more, shaking slightly from an attempt to stop crying. At that, he’d run the water over the cuts, dampening the cloth with water and a small amount of soap, then wiping them off. The entire time he was silent, but not a judging sort of silence. He just wanted to understand why someone he loved so much wouldn’t love themself. Yet, he also understood that it was more complicated than that. He understood.

Once the blood was off of your arm, he’d turn off the sink, and dry your arm. He then bandaged it, as if he cared enough to bandage his own wounds.

“Talk to me, (Y/N)... you can cry. You don’t have to hold anything back. Just… tell me what’s wrong. I can’t solve your problems… I can’t do much of anything, but I can, and will, love and care for you. I can and will listen to you. As long as you need, whenever you need. I love you, and I’m always here for you.”

Yashiro Nene <3

When Yashiro entered your house, she knocked, calling out for you. Beforehand, she even sent several messages- your lack of response started to worry her, especially when she knew that you weren’t doing your best. But, as panic attacks do, everything felt muffled to you. The only thing keeping you somewhat grounded was, unfortunately, the pocket knife you kept in your nightstand.

“(Y/N)!” Yashiro called, nearing your room. A choked sob made her nerves increase, as she rushed towards your room, not thinking to knock before entering. Another panicked “(Y/N)?” left her mouth, as the door was pushed open.

“Yashiro,” You muttered, looking up at her from your crumpled spot on the floor.

Yashiro was slightly less composed than Hanako, concern and panic painfull evident on her face. She wasn’t disgusted- she wasn’t disappointed in you, nor upset. She was just worried. Yashiro rushed up to you, taking your hands and looking you in the eyes.

“(Y/N)? Wh- what’s wrong? Are you alright?” She asked, looking down at your arms, and shutting her mouth tightly. You continued to cry, shaking as Yashiro moved her hands up to your arm, and squeezed your shoulders very gently. She then rubbed her arms up and down your shoulder, hoping that it grounded you in some sort of way.

“I- I just- I’m sorry, Yashiro, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“Don’t apologize, (Y/N). Here- let’s try to calm down a bit, alright? Can we calm down in the bathroom?”

You nodded, letting Yashiro help you stand. She led you to the bathroom, motioning for you to sit down on the counter. Once you were seated, she grabbed a washcloth and ran it under water, then poured a small amount of soap on it. “Can you hold your arm over the sink?”

You obliged, letting Yashiro clean off the cuts and blood, as she attempted to calm you. Yashiro told you to breathe alongside her, as she steadied her own breathing, letting the sound of your shaky breaths and her slightly more steady ones be the only sound in the room. By the time she finished washing and wrapping your arm, you were a bit more calm, letting her dampen a paper towel and wipe off your eyes and tear-stained face. Her touch was gentle, almost motherly, and calmer than her eyes looked.

Once finished, she placed her hands on your shoulders once more, looking you in the eyes once she started to speak. “You know I’m here for you, (Y/N)... I’m not scolding you. I’m not going to correct you, since I have no idea what happened to make you panic like that. But, I’m here to listen. Tell me what you’re comfortable sharing, and I promise I’ll stand here and listen to every word. I’m here for you, (Y/N). You’re my best friend, and I love you dearly, so, please…”

Shijima Mei <3

You had pushed open what you thought was the old, unused classroom. You stumbled in, locking the door behind you as you crouched to the floor, your breathing heavy and sporadic. Everything was overwhelming. Too much had happened that day- it was all too much. And so much more was bound to happen once you reached your home. That was your only thought as you, without thinking, rolled up your sleeve, scratching aggressively. Reopening the fresher cuts, and creating even more with your nails.

You cried, hoping that the students who were there for after school activities would remain away from this floor of the school. At least until you calmed down- at least until you could hear yourself thinking clearly. You couldn’t bear to go home now. You just needed a minute.

As you closed your eyes tightly, dread and fear filling your mind and making you feel practically sick, you felt a shift in the air, as someone crouched in front of you. You opened your eyes, as Shijima carefully took your hands, holding them in hers silently.

“Shh, it’s alright, I’m here,” She spoke, her voice gentle and comforting. Soft and caring. Like a sister more than a friend in that moment. You looked around, realizing that you were in the classroom next to the old art room- you mentally cursed yourself, squeezing her hands a bit as you tried to ignore how badly you wanted to keep scratching your arm.

“It’s alright, (Y/N)... focus on your breathing.”

You did as she instructed, and Shijima remained mostly silent- breathing with you, hushing you lightheartedly when you shook or sobbed. Her hands never let go of yours, restraining you lightly so that you didn’t hurt yourself. Shijima remained there, doing just that, until you were no longer panicking. Her eyes met yours, and she smiled lightly, attempting to make you feel a bit better.

“Here,” She spoke, standing, then offering you her cold hand. In fact, the coolness of it was comforting against your hot, sweaty skin. Shijima didn’t let go of your hands, leading you to the bathroom and running the water over your arm, rubbing it with a feather-light touch. “Do you want to talk?” She asked, turning the water off, then drying your arm. “I’m here for you. I know you know that. Even if I’m no longer alive, I still care for you, just like any person could. I’ll listen to you, no matter what you have to say.”

You nodded, as she offered you a paper towel to wipe your eyes. Shijima took your hands once again, leading you to the art room, then sitting down next to you. She’d sit there, letting you talk and cry as hard as you need, for as long as you need- offering any advice she had, but willing to just be there. She knew as good as anyone that, sometimes, that was just what one needed.

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anotheranimestan · 4 years

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Heyooo I legit just found u bc of the bakugo series, and then I went on a spree reading your account- ugh I’m in love!!! Do you think you could tag me when part 3 comes out?

Ahhh! Thank you so much! ❤️ You guys have no idea how much a few words of encouragement means to writers 😭.

No need to tag tho because here it is!!!!! 😃

Sorry it took so long. I wanted to write it as best as I could! I don’t want disappoint anyone who’s been enjoying so far. ☺️

All Bark No Bite (pt. 3)

(Final part)

Bakugo angst + ~sexual tensionnn~

Please, children avert your eyes. Things get a LITTLE inappropriate here 😳

Read part 1 and part 2

wc: 2.4k

He’s an asshole...but he’s a HOT asshole 🤤

You’d never seen his room before. It was much different than you’d imagined. You’d expected burn marks all over the walls or blown up debris of things scattered about. Maybe a bunch of mirrors so he could look at his self-confident, conceited ass all night. But actually it was kinda of nice. Pretty neat. He had some posters hung up and some books laying around. Black sheets and blankets. And it smelled oddly sweet in here, sort of pleasant believe it or not.

You’re so used to him yelling and exploding so it was weird seeing him so relaxed, in his natural habitat. Doing normal things. Like eating a snack, tapping his pencil in concentration, fidgeting with his hair. He even spun around in his rolling chair a few times mindlessly. He was acting sort of...cute? It was unnerving being attracted to him like this.

But as soon as he noticed you watching him it was all over. You were making him self conscious. He didn’t even realize he’d let his guard down like that.

“That makes absolutely no sense, dumbass.” His voice was bored and over it.

“What are you talking about!? I’ve explained it three times!” You retorted indignantly.

“Exactly. I thought you were smarter than this...” He jabbed before turning around and flipping his notebook shut.

You’d spent twenty minutes attempting to teach him what he’d missed in class earlier today but he was insufferable. Easily the worst student on the planet. Every time you explained something he’d tell you how to teach it better. Who does that!?

“Whatever moron. I didn’t come up here to try and teach your pea brain. I—“ The words were harder to say than you’d expected. Painful actually. They really didn’t want to come out. “I just wanted to say sorry for getting you—“

He whipped a pencil and it hit you directly in the forehead.

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You hissed, rubbing the sore spot. How’d he get so much damn power behind that thing?

“Don’t apologize. It’s weird.”

“What!?” You threw the pencil back but only managed to hit his shoulder.

“Anyways...” He ignored you, completely unfazed by your assault.

“You’re easily the most—“

“Anyways...” You swore if he cut you off one more time you were going to smack the shit out of him. “Aizawa thinks you’ve lost your mind.”

The unexpected information took you aback.

“He saw you try and get yourself blown up in class yesterday... No sane person is stupid enough to pull a move like you did.”

Ah yes... he meant the time you wrapped the man’s hand around your neck, tauntingly, in front of like 20 classmates and two teachers. You’d been trying to avoid asking yourself the question of why you did that. You claimed it was the best way to shut him up....but there were other ways to do that. More reasonable ones. You wouldn’t admit you’d daydreamed of doing it before and subconsciously took the opportunity. Red embarrassment flashed through your body again. God knows what they were all thinking when they witnessed that. You desperately wished people would stop reminding you.

Suddenly the need to defend yourself bubbled up. “I—I only did that because I knew you wouldn’t do anything.”

He scoffed. But didn’t deny it. “If you’re going to try something stupid. At least do it right.” He chastised.

Your body froze as he stood up and walked over, crouching down directly in front of you.

“If I wanted to choke you. I’d do it like this.”

He wrapped his hand around your neck. Demonstrating the best way to actually cut off someone’s air flow. But he did it so gently you barely even heard his explanation. You were just flashing back to last night. Instantly your entire body lit on fire. Replaying this scene in your head was strong enough. But reenacting had you completely out of sorts. Kissing him again but this time going full out. You wanted to bite him, just to hear him make that deep moan into your mouth again. Just imagining it was making you flutter. Aching to have him pressed up against you like that, relieving some of this pressure that was building up in your body. You felt yourself unraveling. About to pounce.

But he interjected with something that stunned you once again. “The way you did it would be better for...other forms of choking.”

Dear god. Surely he knew what he was doing to you. If he kept this up any longer your heart or your lungs were definitely going to give out.

But you mustered up your last two brain cells that weren’t absolutely losing their shit over him and carried on with your normal banter.

“Yea yea, I get it. You can stop now.”

He didn’t budge. His hand still snug around your throat. You obviously didn’t mind it there but it was incapacitating your brain function.

You gently pushed it away and he didn’t resist. But where he put it next was no better.

He traced the side of your cheek and along the outline of your lips. Just staring at them, eyes lost like he was thinking deeply about something. He wasn’t giving you a moment of a break. No room to breathe.

Your nerves were through the roof, your heart was beating so loud you could hear it in your ears. Desperately you tried to change the topic. “So is this your attempt at being nice? Advice on how to murder someone?” It’s amazing how your mouth just spewed shit out even though your brain was actually dead.

“Sure.” Now he was tugging at your bottom lip. Completely unbothered by you baiting him.

“Ah. A nice Bakugo? I must be having a dream. I guess now that you’ve lost to me your whole tough guy persona has been killed.”

That snapped him out of it. But now he was looking just as intensely, directly into your eyes.

“Don’t push it.”

“Or what?” Faking composure was coming so easily much to your relief.

“Do you want to find out?” He growled.

“You’re not scary.” You said rolling your eyes as hard as possible.

Something snapped in him. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Within a moment he had you on your back. Your body didn’t even have time to process. Even if it did, would you have stopped him? He trapped both your wrists on either side of your head and your feet under his ankles. His arms looked glorious as he held up is body weight.

“How about now?” His voice was deep and savory.

There he went. Invading your mind again. His scent. That lust-filled look in his eyes. The way he was thoroughly enjoying being on top of you. The adrenaline was coiling through your body. He had you right where he wanted you. He could do anything he wanted to you. But that “annoying little mouth of yours” wasn’t done quite yet.

“Whatever. You always do this. But you won’t actually try anything.”

“You think I wouldn’t hurt you at all? I literally want to kill you sometimes.” He had a smug little grin on his face. But his eyes couldn’t pull themselves from your lips. After experiencing them once he could barely stop thinking about them.

“You’re telling me? I fucking hate you.” You lied.

It made his smirk form into that wicked, shit-eating grin he always wore. The one that gets deep under your skin and makes you want to punch him in the throat and yank him onto you at the same time.

“Kissing someone is a weird way to tell them you hate them.” He was really cutting into you now.

You hissed. “Hey. You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.” He raised an annoying little eyebrow.

Your brain wanted to choke him (the murder kind) but your body was screaming something completely different. The emotions swirling around in your chest was so overwhelming. Finally you burst.

You trapped one of his arms and corresponding leg and threw your weight to roll on top of him. One of your favorite moves from self-defense class that you knew would come in handy. Now you straddled him and using every ounce of your weight tried to pin his wrists down.

You expected him to fight you like the vicious little monster he is. But instead when you looked down he was just staring back at you. You were stunned at how good he looked at this angle. Did he have any bad angles?

“Finally. You made a move.” He said pretending to sound impressed. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Yea well...” You scoffed proudly. “you think you’re so fucking tough. Now looo—“

The words flew out of your mouth and you were tumbling again. This time he just grabbed your waist and tugged you with brute force. No technique needed. He easily overpowered you.

“Yea, that wasn’t going to work out. It was a cute try though, Little Bite.”

He laid directly on top of you now. Your legs spread as he rested his hips between them. His full weight pressed into you making it flutter. Your arms had somehow wrapped themselves around his neck and rested on his back.

The tension in the air made it difficult to breathe. But you were fully unconcerned with getting oxygen right now.

Nose to nose now he said “We’ll just count this as my rematch. Clearly I won.”

“You suck at flirting.”

Flirting? Where’d that come from?

“Seems like it’s working pretty good to me.”

That smug fucking face again.

“You’re such an ass.”

He bit his lip.

“Fuck...I love when you insult me like that.”

A beat passed and that was all it took. You smashed his lips onto yours. Wrapping your legs around him and squeezing. Too close wasn’t close enough.

He kissed you like he wanted you bad. Like you were his favorite meal and he was absolutely famished. It was so intense and passionate that neither of you could catch any air. Every insult, all the bickering, every jab had built up to this moment and was fueling it like gas to a forest fire.

His warmth was overtaking you. His body was so heavy, crushing you just liked you’d been daydreaming about all this time.

Your mind shut down all functions except desperately trying to use all five senses to their max capacity and commit every bit of him to memory.

He felt you pawing at the edge of his shirt and sat up. He peeled it off slowly. Letting your eyes adjust to every inch of him.

Your hands were instantly stroking every one of his muscles starting at his shoulders and trailing down his soft skin slowly...slowly to the edge of his jeans. Your index finger sat teasingly on the front button as you admired his perfectly toned body.

But before you even had time to think about what you wanted to do next he took your wrist and secured it down above your head again.

He dipped down and went straight for your neck.

Greeting it with a warm wet kiss from his tongue, his lips wrapped around your skin and sucked gently. You felt the blood pooled with pleasure rushing to the area. His other hand started exploring your body. Finally he was getting to put his hands on you the way he really wanted all along.

After you started tugging on his hair, desperately trying to avoid any scandalous hickeys he rolled you around again.

Letting you on top to straddle his hips. Giving you only a little bit of freedom though, as he locked one arm around your waist and the other started caressing your thighs slowly working his way north.

After squeezing your ass until his heart was content he clamped down both hands on your hips. You couldn’t bare it anymore. Your hips started gently grinding against him and you bit down on his neck all at once. You felt the angle of his pelvis rubbing into you creating little rumbles of pleasure.

“Fuck y/n..” he muttered under his breath.

You both were getting more and more bothered and aroused. His hands never stopped grabbing and tugging at you. His moans growing more fervent as he whispered into your ear.

He was just toying with the idea of peeling off your shirt when...

“THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT!”

Your soul practically rose out of your body as a loud bang almost broke the door down. Bakugo’s hand slapped over your mouth. You’d screamed without realizing it.

Kaminari’s laugh sounded through the door. “Oh my god Bakugo! You scream like a girl!”

Mina shrieked. “No, stupid! Y/n are you in there!?”

Your life was ending.

“Get the fuck out of here before I come out there and break your skulls!” Bakugo barked at them.

They didn’t say anything but you heard their quick footsteps as they ran down the hall still shrieking like banshees.

“Oh god..” you groaned as you tried to roll away from him, using his bare chest to push off.

But he wouldn’t let you go. “Where are you going?”

“Aren’t you going to go hunt them down and threaten them or something.” Typical Bakugo behavior.

“No, I’m busy.”

You had to stop your mouth from falling open.

“They’re probably going to tell everyone.” You prodded. Expecting his temper any second now. Like he was a bomb about to go off. You pulled away again in preparation, sitting fully upright now.

“I’ll deal with them tomorrow. I’m dealing with you tonight. Now get back over here before I get mad.”

You shrieked as he muscled you back into his arms. He bent you back around him as snugly as he could. Moving your chin to the side, he kissed your neck, sweeter this time. Instinctively your hands ran through his hair. Fuck the rest of them. You could get lost in this hot head all night. And you were as he started gently sucking on your soft spots again.

But he pulled away abruptly. Like he’d just realized something. “How are you gonna become a pro hero if a moron like Denki can scare you like that?”

You smacked the back of your idiot’s head lightly. “Don’t fucking ruin it.” You groaned.

“Fine.” He grinned as he went in for the kiss that started the rest your next piping hot and sticky couple of hours together.

~💥💥

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The Swear Jar

Part 1 of The Jar Series

Mob Boss!Tom Holland x Single Mom!Reader

Prompt: “I've never said a single fucking swear word in my whole damn life”

Warnings: swearing obviously, Tom’s a mob boss so there’s that, there’s like, one sexual innuendo but also ??? not really??? idk

Word Count: 4k (i really need to learn to write short things)

Estimated Reading Time: 16 minutes

A/N: It’s the pic guys, I can’t help it.

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The bell above the door to the diner chimed and you perked up, smiling brightly at the young teenage couple.

“Gracie! Stella! It’s so good to see you again!”

The girls greeted you with the same amount of enthusiasm and proceeded to order their usual meal.

“Your hair’s really pretty Stella! You look like a mermaid now!”

“Thanks, Millie! I took your advice and went with blue instead of purple.”

The young girl smiled and captured the couple’s attention by showcasing her current work in progress.

Millicent Rose (Y/l/n) was your five-year-old daughter. She had brown hair, falling on her shoulders in nice large curls, and big (y/e/c) eyes, a perfect match to yours. She loved drawing (the diner walls were crawling with her masterpieces) and pretty hair, especially if it was soft.

Her bubbly and fearless personality sometimes frightened you, but you mostly came to terms with the fact that your daughter was a social butterfly and took full advantage of the small diner to interact with as many people as she could.

You watched with a fond smile as Millie explained what she had been drawing to the girls, mentioning every little detail while they praised her good work. The young brunette had a gift to make anyone love her.

Soon enough, their large milkshake to share was finished and Lou, the owner and cook, was all done with the food so the girls sat down at a booth and Millie went back to drawing, little feet dangling off the chair and little brows furrowed in concentration.

As you were refiling Mr and Mrs Lee’s drinks, the bell chimed once more and four men walked in dressed in stylish suits, much too fancy for this place. They sat down at a booth and started talking while you took a deep calming breath.

Oh, fuck me.

You took your notepad and walked over to them, a much too fake smile on your face.

“Good morning gentlemen, what can I get you?”

The table quieted down and you made eye contact with who you knew to be the leader.

“I’ll have a burger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.”

One of the twins said.

“I’ll have the same but with a chocolate milkshake instead.”

The other one added.

“Vegi burger and a coke, please.”

At least the blonde one had some manners.

Your eyes lifted from the notepad to the leader once again.

“And for you?”

You did your best to ignore the slight tremble in your voice.

“Bacon cheeseburger, fries and a coke, darling.”

“Right away.”

You got out of there as soon as possible, sparing a glance at your daughter to make sure she was still sitting at the counter before entering the kitchen with a panicked expression on your face.

“Lou…”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“You’ve got an order… for the Hollands…”

“Well, shit.”

The Holland family was the oldest and most successful mob in London, extremely rich, dangerous, and seemingly untouchable.

Harry and Sam Holland, the twins, were rumoured to have been behind the Burtons’ death, another famous family known for drug trafficking and other crimes.

Harrison Osterfield, the second in command, was a close family friend, accused of drug trafficking, illegal weapons selling, and other such crimes, though the charges all dropped before the first hearing even took place.

And finally, Thomas Holland, the leader. Arrested for multiple murders, arson, extortion, and a long list of other felonies, but never convicted.

Everyone was scared of them, and the fact that they were eating here was not good for business.

You ignored the tightness in your chest in favour of helping Lou prepare their food, hoping to do it as fast as possible so the group could leave.

Meanwhile, at the booth, Tom was rolling his eyes at his brothers and friend’s stupidity.

“Okay, we get it, she’s hot, but you don’t have to talk about it all the fucking time.”

Millie turned her head in their direction and scowled. She stretched a bit to the other side of the counter to take the transparent jar and got down from her chair, making her way to their booth, stomping a bit, which made her Sketchers light up.

The diner watched with curious (and slightly frightened, for the Lees) eyes as the little girl climbed onto the booth next to Harrison, one leg after the other, and kneeled next to the blonde, setting her elbow on the table and stretching so the transparent jar was now sitting in front of Tom.

He looked at it: a lid-less mason jar with a pink bow and right in the front, in a child’s handwriting and pink glittery letters were the words 'Swear Jar’.

“You owe a pound.”

He lifted his head to look at the girl.

“I beg your pardon?”

“When someone says a bad word they have to put a pound in the jar. You said a bad word so you owe a pound.”

“I’ve never said a single fucking swear word in my whole damn life!”

“That’s two more so you have to put three pounds in.”

“Yeah, Tom, put the money in.”

Harrison had his arms around the girl and a smug smile on his face, evidently taking a liking to the young brunette.

“Shut the fuck up Haz, you curse more than I do!”

“Four.”

“Shit.”

That one was not on purpose.

“Five.”

“Okay, okay, jeez, hold on.”

He took out his wallet and took his only five-dollar bill amid all the hundreds.

“Just gonna put the money in this stupid jar.”

“Six.”

“Wha- stupid’s not a swear word!”

“I’m not allowed to say it so yes, it is.”

Tom rummaged around his wallet for a stray pound, reluctantly putting a hundred in after finding nothing.

“Does that mean I’m allowed to say ninety-nine swear words?”

“No paying in advance, everything that’s not the money you owe is a donation.”

“To what foundation?”

“The ‘get Millie new glitter pens’ foundation”

She answered with a smirk and everyone -bar Tom- was pretty much crying at seeing their boss be told what to do by a five-year-old.

“Man, you are so screwed!”

“That’s one pound for you, Mister!”

“Oh shit, right!”

“Two…”

Harry took out his wallet (still laughing his arse off, mind you) and didn’t even try to look for the two pounds, simply putting in a hundred.

Millie’s eyes were focused solely on Tom’s hair. She climbed on top of Harrison, her pink tulle skirt flying behind her and stood on the seat next to the brunette, her hands immediately flying to his hair.

“You have very pretty hair. It’s really soft.”

“Thank you, darling.”

She hummed and kept playing with the soft strands.

“My name’s Tom, and these are my twin brothers Harry and Sam, and my best friend, Haz.”

She looked around for a while, not answering, seemingly lost in thought until she looked back at him and her sparkling (y/e/c) eyes focused on his brown ones.

“Nice to meet you, Tommy. I’m Millie.”

“T-Tommy?”

Sam stuttered out between peels of laughter.

“I don’t like Tom, Tommy’s better. Why are you so shocked Twin Nice?”

Harry looked appalled.

“Why's he Twin Nice?”

“Because you said a bad word and he didn’t, so he’s Twin Nice and you’re Twin Naughty.”

Sam did a little victory dance, bragging about his new nickname to his twin.

The little girl sat down on Tom’s lap and started to play with the black ring on his finger.

“What am I, then?”

She looked up to Harrison from in between Tom’s fingers, still playing with the thick band.

“You’re Thor cause you have pretty eyes and you look really strong.”

To say that the blonde was pleased would be an understatement.

“You, little lady, are my new best friend. We need to come here more often.”

Millie smiled and went back to observing the ring.

“Does this mean you’re married?”

Tom chuckled and shook his head slightly.

“No, it means that I’m a part of the Holland family, like them.”

Everyone around the table showed theirs, a symbol of their high status in the mob.

“So you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Do you live with your mommy?”

“No, I live with these dumbasses in a big house.”

She pushed the swear jar towards him and gave him what could only be described as the 'Disappointed Mom’ look.

“Do you like it?”

“Kind of, sometimes they get on my nerves and I wish they’d rot in Hell, but yeah, it’s not too bad.”

She slapped his hand in reprimand and he internally cursed himself.

“Don’t you miss your mommy?”

“A little, but I see my parents every Sunday for family dinner.”

He answered after placing yet another bill in the jar.

“Parents?”

“Yeah, my mum and dad.”

She hummed.

“I wish I had a dad.”

The boys all stiffened.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Tom cleared his throat, measuring his words before speaking, for once in his life.

“Do you know what happened to your dad?”

“Mommy says he left cause he wasn’t good like her. She says it’s okay, though, cause we only need each other but my friend Lilly has a mommy and a daddy and she told me that sometimes when her mommy’s sad or tired he’ll do all the grown-up stuff like cook and read her a story while her mommy rests and she’s happier that way. I want my mommy to be happy like that too.”

For Tom, it felt like his cold, dead heart was starting to beat again. This little angel sitting on his lap was asking for something most children already had, not for herself, but for her mother.

“You’re a really good person, Millie.”

“If you stopped saying so many bad words you’d be one too, Tommy.”

The boys laughed yet again and they continued talking for a little while, refraining from any work-related issues for the sake of their newest addition, choosing instead to discuss sports and fighting over who’d be on cleaning duty that Sunday. Three more bills made their way to the jar during that particular discussion, one from each boy (bar Sam because he was on cooking duty, as always), and for once they allowed themselves to relax and simply be, instead of always worrying.

You got out of the kitchen with the men’s orders ready and looked at the end of the counter, planning to check on Millie before walking over to the mobsters’ table. Your brows furrowed when you didn’t find her and you immediately looked towards the girls’ table or the Lees’, finding she wasn’t there either.

“Mommy, over here!”

You followed your child’s voice and your eyes widened once you saw her sitting on the leader’s lap. The smiling leader’s lap.

You quickly made your way to their booth, placing their orders in front of them without even taking your eyes off your daughter.

“Millicent Rose! What have I told you about bothering people when they’re in their booths?”

She looked guilty for half a second but immediately perked up again, ready to defend herself.

“Not to, but Mommy, he said a bad word so I had to take the swear jar to him.”

“And why, pray tell, are you sitting in the gentleman’s lap?”

“His name’s Tommy and he said he didn’t mind and this way I can talk to Thor, Twin Nice and Twin Naughty better.”

Tommy, Thor, Twin Nice, and Twin Naughty?

“Oh, fuck me.”

Millie’s jaw dropped open. She’d never heard you swear before.

“You owe a pound, Mommy.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

You pulled a pound from your pocket and put it in, eyes widening at the amount of money in the jar.

“How in the world?”

“I didn’t have singles so I just put hundreds in. Apparently, it’s a donation to the 'Get Millie new glitter pens’ foundation.”

You set the jar down and shook your head in disbelief.

“I am never letting Harley babysit you ever again.”

She pouted and slumped down, arms crossed adorably in front of her.

“Now come on, let the gentlemen eat their lunch in peace and come get yours.”

She cuddled up to Tom more than before, burying her head in his chest and fisting his shirt, and shaking her head in protest.

“Millie, come on, let’s go. I’m so sorry for the bother sir.”

“It’s no problem, she’s welcome to say for however long she wants.”

The brunette smiled at your daughter and then at you, before the man on his right interrupted.

“Besides, she’s very entertaining. It’s nice to see someone else call Tom out on his bullshit.”

You and Millie threw the blonde matching glares while Tom just pushed the jar towards him.

“You owe a pound, Haz”

“Excuse you Tommy, my name’s Thor.”

He then turned to you with a smug smile and attitude.

“Cause I have pretty eyes like him and look very strong. Don’t you agree with your daughter… (Y/n)?”

He read your name tag and smiled charmingly while you pursed your lips, looking him up and down. You then looked at your little girl.

“You sure?”

“Well, who else has pretty blue eyes?”

“Captain America.”

She light up right away and straightened herself.

“Right! And he looks like Captain America when he was tiny! Thanks, Mommy!”

She then turned to Harrison with a gigantic smile on her face.

“You’re Tiny America now.”

The whole table -bar Haz- laughed and you had to bite your lip not to laugh too, instead linking your hands and looking at the clock.

“Come on Millie, it’s time to eat.”

“Can I eat here with Tommy, please?”

“If you eat here with Tommy I won’t be able to make sure you eat your veggies.”

The man’s heart stuttered when you used his nickname, a strange sense of happiness overcoming him.

“Tommy can check.”

“Mm… I’m not sure if he can check you ate them. He’s not used to your sneakiness.”

“What if I pinky promise to eat my veggies and eat a banana for dessert instead of ice cream?”

It was a struggle to get her to eat fruits and veggies. You usually had to settle for one or the other, so when she spontaneously decided to eat both, you jumped at the opportunity, mob be damned.

“Deal! But no annoying the boys.”

She smiled and nodded, settling comfortably on Tom’s lap, waiting for her food. You took out her plate of chicken nuggets, fries, and green beans, chocolate milkshake to wash it down.

You tried not to let the butterflies in your stomach distract you from your job but the way Tom smiled at your daughter and praised her when she ate all her veggies in a row, wanting to get it over with, made your heart ache, the longing for someone still very much present.

“Have a nice meal.”

You made eye contact with the brunette and blushed at the smile he sent you before waving goodbye at the Lees. The teenage couple had left a bit earlier so the mobsters were now your last customers of the day.

You wiped the kitchen counters and said goodbye to Lou, assuring him that you’d close up by yourself. As soon as he left, you took a deep breath and sighed, unable to stop your smile when you heard your daughter’s laugh carrying through the wall separating you from the group.

“Mommy, we’re done!”

You straightened up and schooled your features before walking over to them, taking away their plates while asking if Millie behaved and if they wanted dessert. The answer to both questions was a yes and so you came back a little while later with chocolate pudding for the twins, caramel ice cream for Harrison, a banana split for Tom, and a miniature one for Millie.

“Since you behaved so nicely you get a little sweetness with your banana.”

Her eyes sparkled and she smiled brightly at you.

“You’re the best mommy ever! I love you!”

“Love you too, baby.”

You turned around, ready to leave, when a voice stopped you.

“Why don’t you sit down with us for a bit? I’m pretty sure that if you wipe that table down one more time you’ll remove the paint.”

You blushed but complied, sitting down next to Harrison and watching as your daughter ate her dessert quickly and quietly, wincing from time to time because of brain freezes. As soon as she was done, she reached for Tom’s right hand. He switched the hand that held the spoon, eating with his left so that Millie could play with the ring on his finger.

Unfortunately for him, he had a bit of trouble eating with his non-dominant hand while holding a child on his lap, leading to a bit of ice cream falling on his shirt.

“Ah, fu-”

You shot him a glare that made him change courses immediately.

“-dge. Fudge.”

Millie clapped and gave him a big, approving smile.

“See, Mommy? He’s making progress!”

“Indeed he is, darling.”

“Oh, this is fucking hilarious!”

The young girl gasped, mouth open comically wide and utter betrayal swimming in her eyes.

“I thought you were nice.”

Sam realized his mistake as soon as she spoke, covering his mouth with his hand as if to stop any more of the offending words from leaving it.

“You owe five pounds.”

“What? Why? I only said one swear word!”

She shook her head in disapproval, arms crossed in front of her chest, and pushed the jar towards him.

“You made me believe you were nice so your trickster-y will cost you four extra pounds.”

You shook your head, smile firmly plastered on your face as you watched Sam pull out a hundred dollar bill with a pout on his lips. It was quite endearing, really.

“So, (Y/n), tell us about you.”

You locked eyes with the brunette once again, piercing gaze seemingly looking through you.

“I’m afraid there’s not much to tell, Mr Holland. I’m not a very interesting person.”

Your voice was soft, your words calculated. You knew that these men could kill you in the blink of an eye.

“No uninteresting person could have raised such a perfect little angel.”

He smirked and Millie looked at you with a smug smile.

“See, he said I was an angel.”

Life be damned, it’s not worth living if your daughter has an ego the size of Russia. That would most definitely come back to bite you in the ass.

“Yeah, that’s cause he hasn’t had to deal with you in all your nightly glory.”

She put her tongue out and snuggled deeper into Tom’s chest.

“Well, for one, how did you find yourself working here?”

He got the conversation back on you and you felt slightly intimidated with the whole table’s eyes on little old you.

“Customers are nice, I earn enough money for us to get by, owner’s nice, the school’s at the end of the street, and Millie gets to stay with me when she’s not there.”

Even though he was focused on you, you noticed the way he held your daughter close to his chest, his bigger frame completely enveloping her smaller one. She still hadn’t let go of his hand and kept playing with the ring on his finger. Seeing how calm and caring he was being with your daughter calmed you down and the more questions you answered, the more comfortable you became.

“How can you work at a dinner and not like vanilla milkshakes?”

Sam looked horrified at that, and you just shrugged dismissively.

“I never really liked when vanilla was too present. Like, if you used it to just enhance everything else you know, make it taste better, then sure, but just vanilla isn’t really my style.”

Tom took a sharp breath in and tried to stop his mind from wandering at the possible double meaning of your words. Instead, he chose to focus on the little girl on his lap.

Until he noticed she was asleep, that is.

He smiled a little and shifted her so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. Unfortunately for him, that caught your attention.

“Oh my, is she asleep? I’m really sorry.”

“No worries, though we should probably get her to bed so she doesn’t wake up with a stiff neck.”

For the umpteenth time, you pushed down the butterflies upon hearing him say 'we’ and being so careful with your daughter.

You took the remaining dishes and went to the kitchen, putting them in the wash and turning on the machine, leaving it to run so tomorrow morning you’d be able to put everything away. You went back in to clean the booth and Tom practically shoved a hundred dollar bill in your hand, ignoring your protests.

He waited for you by the door while you finished closing up, and you extended your arms towards him when you finished.

“Thank you for everything today, but you must be getting tired, I can take her from here.”

He gently pushed your arms down.

“Let me take you home, please, I don’t like the idea of you having to carry her all on your own.”

You hesitantly nodded and he guided you to his car. It’s only then that you noticed the other three had left. You settled on the passenger side of his black Audi and he handed you Millie, closing the door softly as to not startle her. He then entered the driver’s side and started the car. You gave him directions to your apartment building and within five minutes, he parked the car right out front.

Ever the gentleman, he insisted on carrying the little girl. Knowing by now that there wasn’t much you could do to protest, you agreed and led him up the four flights of stairs to your door.

“Sorry 'bout the mess.”

“It’s no problem, darling, I quite like it.”

You turned your head for a brief second, as if asking him to elaborate while still leading him to your daughter’s room.

“The fact that it’s messy means that someone lives here, that this isn’t just some house, it’s a home. My house is always pristine but that’s because no one’s ever there to actually use it as something other than a glorified B&B.”

He laid Millie down on the bed and you pulled the covers over her. You both stood side to side for a little while, just watching her breathe.

“That sounds really lonely.”

“Yeah…”

Another minute passed by with no words coming from either of you.

“You raised an amazing daughter, (Y/n).”

“You’re a good man, Tom.”

Hearing those unfamiliar words coming out of your mouth almost brought tears to his eyes. He was always used to being called a ruthless mobster, cold-blooded killer, or many other names that all meant the same thing: monster. But you called him a good man, and the sincerity in your voice was almost overwhelming.

He cleared his throat and straightened up, making you turn towards him.

“I should probably go… You should get some rest as well.”

You nodded and walked him to the door. In a split-second decision, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, locking eyes with him afterwards.

“If you ever need an escape, or just wanna hang out somewhere different, our door’s always open.”

That made a smile take over his face and he kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, darling.”

And as you watched him round the corner, only your back visible to you, you couldn’t help but feel like this wouldn’t be the last time you ever saw Tom Holland.

i have mixed feelings concerning this story but at least i have ideas for a part two (if i ever decide to make one)

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Black and white - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry is a vampire and he’s been trying to keep you safe by distancing himself.

Warnings: vampire!Henry AU, blood, smut

A/N: this was requested by anon waaaay back in october 😅 It’s finally here!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The bell rang as another customer entered the shop, but I was too busy jotting down the books Miss Gayle was buying that it took me a minute to raise my head to greet them. When I did, I immediately wished I’d just ignored the sound, despite the fact that it was both absolutely impolite and completely out of character for me.

Nonetheless, it was done, and I scrambled to replace the smile that had fallen from my face at the sight of Henry with another one, albeit a visibly plastic replacement. It was nothing like the ones I usually greeted my customers with, and by the way Henry flinched and Miss Gayle raised an eyebrow, it was easy to see that I was in no way comfortable with the new arrival.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” I barely acknowledged him, turning back to the nice old lady who had kept her weekly visits to my shop ever since I first opened it. It was times like these where I’d wish I actually had people working for me. “That’ll be 35 dollars, Miss Gayle. Do you want a receipt?”

Eyebrows still raised, she simply fished two twenties before handing them to me, just as I handed her a five back. She always tried to leave me with some sort of tip, but I’d known her well enough by now to be able to anticipate her antics.

“You’re impossible, dear,” she’d always tease me, to which I’d laugh heartily. The only difference was that today, after our usual banter, she chanced a glance at Henry, who was trying to pretend to be busy while looking at some bookcases, before turning back to me. “Give him a chance. He clearly cares about you, and you need someone to do so, so you don’t end up like me, all alone with only this store to keep you company.”

The unrequested advice took me by surprise, and I froze in my spot, staring back at her with her receipt still in my hand. It was only when she reached out to take it from me that I snapped out of it, hopefully blinking my confusion away from my face.

It wouldn’t be the first time I seriously considered the possibility that Miss Gayle was actually a witch.

“I think you’re misreading the situation, Miss Gayle. But don’t worry, if it’s any consolation, so have I.” She frowned at my words, undoubtedly pondering over what I could possibly mean, but I tried to keep a smile on my face as I walked her to the door. Any excuse to keep myself away from the man waiting for my attention.

When the bell rang again, signaling her leaving, I sighed, trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever the hell was about to happen. But before I could even turn around to face him, Henry’s voice cut through my whirlwind of thoughts, declaring, “She’s right, you know that?”

I hummed halfheartedly, not wanting to turn around and deal with this, but knowing it was better to get on with it already. “Right about what? About you caring for me? I don’t doubt that, Henry, but I also don’t think I was wrong in what I told her. I clearly misread whatever it was we had going on, because I thought you had taken me out on a date and I thought you had been too nervous to take the first step and kiss me goodnight, so for the first time in my life I gathered enough courage to initiate a kiss, only to be rudely pushed away before you disappeared for days.”

It all came out in one jumbled speech, my need to get those feelings out making me run over the words while I tried to get through this to save me the embarrassment of having to relive that night again. It was all I’d thought about for days, and just when I was finally about to get over it, he just had to waltz back into my shop and throw me on a loop again.

“Look, I don’t mind that you don’t reciprocate my feelings and I don’t mind that I made a fool of myself that night. Did it suck? Yes. A lot. But what really hurt was the fact that that stupid risk I decided to take was miscalculated, because even if I considered the idea of you not reciprocating my feelings, I never thought you would simply allow it to destroy what I considered to be a good and strong friendship. Because that’s how I saw you, first and foremost. As a friend.”

I took a long breath as I finally averted my eyes from him, trying to force myself not to cry in front of this man and become even more pathetic to the one person who I wanted to impress more than anyone else in my life. God, this crush was going to destroy me, just how weak was I?

I didn’t really expect any sort of response from him. What could he say after all of that? Still, it took me by surprise when he interrupted my string of self-deprecating thoughts. “I don’t want to be a friend.”

My heart started to pound inside my chest, my eyes suddenly meeting his again. As much as the sick part of my mind wanted to tell me that he was saying he didn’t want to have any association with me anymore - he did avoid me for three days, after all - rationally, it was clear that he meant something else entirely.

Henry’s P.O.V.

I watched her eyes grow bigger, her breathing becoming more laboured. I could hear her blood pumping more rapidly on her veins, calling out to me, but for the first time since we met, it was easy for me to ignore it. I didn’t want to lose her, in any shape or form. All of my attention was focused on her and her reactions, because I needed her to believe in me.

“You weren’t wrong. It was a date, or at least I wanted it to be a date. And I did chicken out when it came to kiss you goodnight, but it wasn’t for the reason that you’re thinking.” She was frowning, clearly trying to understand what I was hiding, but this wasn’t the time or the place. “Give me another chance,” I whispered, reaching out for her hand when I heard the bell over the door of her bookstore ringing again, signaling the arrival of another customer. “Go out with me tonight. I promise that I’ll explain everything.”

Her brows furrowed deeply, I knew she was having a hard time deciding to trust me again, to put her heart on the line once more. And I hated myself for putting her in such a situation. I hated that I’d wrecked her self-esteem, made her doubt my feelings for her.

Which was why I knew that I was making the right choice by fighting to stay in her life.

“Okay,” came her answer finally, yet not at all in a firm tone. It broke my heart, but I understood. “Come and pick me up after I close the store. I’ll be waiting.” And with a simple nod, she dismissed me until later.

Fair enough. I knew she had things to do and that she needed time to go over the repercussions of what I had just admitted, but a part of me was scared that being apart would simply make her second guess her decision. Still, I needed to respect it. I owed her at least that. So I left her to her own devices, trusting that when I got back to the store she would really be there for me to pick her up.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I spent the rest of the day unable to concentrate on my work activities. Everything I did, my mind brought me back to Henry and those two very pungent moments when I was with him. The night of our “date” and this morning.

My gut told me I hadn’t made a mistake in accepting his request for an explanation. Even during those days apart, I knew there was a reason for his behavior, I just… I knew it. I couldn’t explain it, especially since we didn’t even know each other for that long. But it was the same thing that made me trust him implicitly. The same feeling in the depths of my soul that recognized him somehow, that made me start to fall for him during long conversations over coffee in my bookshop.

Still, my mind begged me to run away, to protect myself. I didn’t need to go through this again. Nothing stopped him from rejecting me again - in fact, that was very likely to happen. Doesn’t love work out just like… 1% of the time?

Just when I was starting to freak myself out, I heard my name being uttered from behind me, making me jump in the air. “God, make a noise or something,” I complained, a hand over my heart as I turned around to find him clearly trying very hard not to laugh at me.

“Sorry.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I simply noted, “You don’t look sorry at all.” He wanted to laugh again, I knew that, but he didn’t. Instead, his eyes became peculiarly soft as he pondered over what to say. “You’re right, I’m not sorry. You look really cute when you’re scared. Can I kiss you now?”

I should say no. Right? I should totally say no. But I had been crushing on this guy for the last few months and in that second, all I seemed to be able to do was to nod, my breath hitching when he approached to cradle my entire face with his huge hands. God, he was so beautiful, even more from up close.

But just when the distance between our lips was about to become nonexistent, just when all I could hear was the blood in my veins being pumped on maximum speed due to the way my heart was pounding in my chest, he hesitated, breaking the spell.

“We shouldn’t,” he whispered almost against my mouth, so close that I could feel his cold breath on my face. “I shouldn’t.” I couldn’t really call it a clarification, since it only left me more confused.

Even worse, it awakened that awful, burning feeling of humiliation, that reignited the fires of embarrassment deep within my stomach. “Why do you do this to me?” His eyes grew big at the realization of my anger, like somehow, he didn’t expect it at all.

“Did you come here only to break me further? I can’t handle this, Henry. I don’t need this. Please, leave.” For a second, I thought he would, but I don’t know why. Nothing in his demeanor betrayed that would be his intention. If anything, it was the precise opposite. As the concern disappeared from his face, his expression solidified in a hardened mask that showed just how serious he was about whatever it was that he needed to say.

Henry’s P.O.V.

“No. I’m not leaving. Not until you hear what I have to say. Please.” I could see the hesitation on her, and I knew it was deserved. I deserved it. I knew it just as well as I knew that I didn’t deserve her.

But she did deserve an explanation, and I was going to give her that. And if she could find it in herself to still want me in her life, maybe we could be something more. God knows how much I actually wanted to kiss her.

“Not here,” I implored, needing her to give me just a little bit more of her time. “Can I please join you in your home?”

It took some time, but at last, she nodded, making sure the door of the bookshop was properly locked before silently making her way down the street, taking the path that I had followed so many times before, when I’d accompany her on her trajectory after work. But back then the air was lighter, there was chatter and laughter between us. Now, it felt cold, even colder than my skin.

Thankfully, we were by her house before long. She looked over her shoulder before moving to unlock the door, like she wanted to make sure I was still there. There was absolutely no way I’d leave her hanging like that again, especially since she had found it in her to continuously give me another chance.

“Thank you,” I peeped when she invited me in, quickly assuming the seat she pointed me to. I was even more thankful for the fact that she still chose to sit by my side on the sofa, instead of pulling a chair to keep some space between us. Maybe she liked to be in a close proximity to me just as much as I did with her.

“I… don’t know where to start,” I began, suddenly self-conscious and doubting everything I’d decided on my way here again. But then she shrugged, and the realization that I was about to lose her before I even had her was enough to get me to suddenly blurt out, “I’m a vampire.”

At first, there was no reaction at all. She remained seemingly unfazed, arms crossed in front of her chest, expression thoroughly unreadable. I would be sweating if I could, but as it were, I just started babbling even more.

“Please, don’t be afraid. I’d never hurt you. I promise. But that’s why I’ve been keeping away, I… I feel so attracted to you, but I couldn’t let you fall for me without knowing who I truly am. And this is who I truly am. Still me. Just a little bit older than you thought.” Still no answer, until suddenly she cut the silence that had fallen in the living room with a long drawn-out breath, before exclaiming, “I’m not afraid.”

That was literally the last thing I thought she would say immediately after I admitted my secret.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You… You’re not afraid of me?” He repeated, clearly not believing what I had just said.

“No.” After a few seconds of silence, he ended up cutting the tension in the room with a request.

“Then tell me what you’re thinking.” As bizarre as the situation was and as confused as my feelings for Henry were at the moment, I couldn’t help but to joke, “What, you can’t read my mind?”

He pursed his lips, clearly unamused but at the same time relieved that I wasn’t angry or afraid of him. I took a deep breath, still looking him dead in the eyes, before admitting, “I’m thinking… that I really want to fuck you.”

That caught him by surprise.

“You want me?” I had to huff, rolling my eyes at his stupidity. How could someone be this unaware of social queues? Or, better yet, of his own attractiveness?

“Yes, I want you. And I’m done holding myself back from getting what I want.” And with that, I climbed on his lap, tugging him down to meet my lips by the collar of his shirt. He was cold, colder than he should be, but I don’t think I would have noticed if I didn’t know who - or actually, what - he was.

He tasted like mint, and a little bit like coffee. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t something this ordinary. And I especially wasn’t expecting to like it so much. But suddenly, he grasped my hips, stopping my unconscious slow grind against his crotch. “I’m not sure you’ve completely understood what this means,” he started, and I had to laugh.

“You drink blood, right? What else is there to understand? I like you, Henry. I’m not gonna suddenly stop liking you over something like this. Now please, can you kiss me? I’ve been waiting for this for so long...” I don’t know if it was my words or my pouty face, but something made him grab me with a new vigor that had me screaming in excitement.

“I knew you were perfect for me,” he whispered as he rubbed his nose on my cheek, making me giggle with delight. The absolute sweetness of the statement had my heart skipping a beat momentarily.

“Then kiss me, you idiot.” Thankfully, he did just so. And although I could still feel his restraint, I now understood what it meant - and it was so much easier to deal with when I had his lips to distract me.

When I had to pull apart to catch my breath, he kept his mouth on my skin, slowly tracing a path from my jaw down to my throat, and when he got to my jugular, he stopped, simply inhaling while I felt his mouth water on top of it. “You ever wonder what I taste like?” I teased, running my hand through his curls, and he pulled away to look me in the eyes, first in concern and then in lust.

Henry’s P.O.V.

“All the fucking time.” Instead of being afraid, the little mixen bit on the lower lip I wished I still had between my own teeth, before remarking, “That’s kinky.” It had me roaring with laughter until I felt the need to attack her mouth with mine again.

“I’ll show you kinky.” After she had to separate from me to catch her breath once more, I traced the path her blood followed down her neck until the neckline of her dress, before softly pulling the sleeves down on each side so I could lave her collarbone and shoulders with my tongue, too.

“Do you want a taste?” She whispered, the question making me freeze for a second, my fingers pressing even tighter in the soft skin of her hips. I could feel her heartbeat under them. She was so… alive. Perhaps that’s why she made me feel like that, too.

“I couldn’t possibly ask you for that.”

“You’re not asking.” I tried to find something, anything in her eyes that showed me a sign of humour, but there was nothing. She was honestly doing this. I hesitated for a while, until she used the grip she had on my curls to pull me down against her neck, that she exposed even more to me by throwing her head back. “Please.”

My eyes trailed down the curve of her shoulder as I felt my fangs starting to grow. A swipe of my tongue over them confirmed what I already knew: they were ready. With one last look into her eyes to see if she wanted to back out, I leaned over her and pierced the neck of my beloved, sucking just enough to allow me to taste the magnificent essence that kept her alive before I retreated and lapped the few droplets that still escaped the punctures.

The sight of her breathing hard, making her breasts jump up to my face as I kept her safe in my lap was enough to get me completely hard. “Bed. Now.” That was the only warning I gave her before I rose up from the couch with her clinging to my body, legs wrapped around my back. She giggled against the kiss I stole from her lips, undoubtedly tasting a little bit of herself, before keeping on with the trend of endlessly teasing me for her own amusement.

“You know, I don’t really feel like sleeping right now.” I growled at her continuing giggles, squeezing her ass to grind her against my hardness. I wanted to know just how thoroughly fucked she’d be.

“You’re not going to sleep any time soon, darling.” Reconnecting our lips, I followed blindly in the direction of what I assumed her bedroom to be located, only stopping to let her catch her breath because she pulled away. I would have to be better at remembering that she needed that.

“You never told me what I tasted like,” she breathed out against my lips, buying herself more time to get some air into her lungs. It made me laugh, the question sounding absurd considering everything, but this is precisely what I loved about her.

“Like fucking candy, how about that?” She screamed as I dipped her back, laying her down on the mattress before climbing over her again. “I really want to know if it’s the same down there.”

She clinged to me eagerly, legs wrapping around my body as her hands made quick work of my shirt. It felt intoxicating to see just how desperate she was for me, just how she reciprocated my own desire.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The second I was laid bare for his eyes to take in, a sharp inhale resonated through the room. I could feel his eyes trailing down my body, drinking me in, and it made me dizzy with desire. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice was barely over a whisper, and still, I heard it in my very soul.

But then, a thumb was running over my lower lips, teasingly opening me up to his gaze, and I mewled at just how great it felt to be this exposed to him. “And so wet,” he added, using that same thumb to collect some of the moisture I could feel starting to drip from me and then rubbing it all over my pussy.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I asked, trying to muster all of the defiance I could find, but my body was weakened by my need for the man hovering above me - and he knew. He just knew he had reduced me to a needy, whimpering mess, and he was loving every second of it.

His thumb found my clit and he massaged it for a bit, eyes trapping mine in his hypnotizing gaze as he pondered over my question. Until, finally, there was an answer. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Okay, this wasn’t what I was hoping for. But still, I could see the hint of nervousness in his eyes, even if buried under deep layers of desire. So I was happy to oblige, my own hand slowly traveling down my body until it met his, right when he raised the thumb that had been just touching me there up to my lips.

“Open up.” My eyes fluttered shut as my mouth dropped open to accept the digit, and I eagerly swirled my tongue around it before sucking, while my own fingers slowly explored my dripping opening. I don’t know if it was the action he was getting on his thumb or if it was the vision of me dipping two fingers inside of myself and moaning around him, but in a second he had pulled both his and my hands away and had lunged himself at me.

“Eager, aren’t we?” I joked, fully enjoying that for at least this millisecond, I had the upper hand again. Henry didn’t seem to mind, if the way he licked his lips and delved to bruise mine in a breathtaking kiss was any indication of it.

“I’ve dreamed about being in your bed for so long,” he admitted, and my heart grew twice its size at the thought of him actively wishing for this, just like I’d done when I laid in this bed hundreds of nights ever since we met.

“How long has it been?” I asked, hugging his body closer to mine, already addicted to the way it felt to have his weight over me. “Ever since you’ve… done this before, I mean.” Henry chuckled, but didn’t immediately answer as he kept himself busy by littering my collarbones with kisses and lovebites, making me offer my chest up to him. When he grasped one of my breasts in his large hand, I couldn’t stop the loud moan that echoed around the room as my heart beated wildly right under his palm.

“I don’t even remember,” he finally answered, but by then, I had all but completely forgot what I’d even asked. He was slowly but surely messing with my mind and my ability to hold coherent thoughts, all I could focus on was the feeling of his cold hands running over my sweaty skin and his lips licking every inch of me. “It doesn’t even matter. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

Henry’s P.O.V.

The whine she let out was clearly a complaint and a request in itself, making me chuckle against her delicious skin. “Soon,” I promised, nearing the place I was longing to be. “I need to feel you cumming on my lips, first.”

The sigh she let out as I buried my nose on the small curls just over where her fingers had been buried made it clear that she wasn’t about to complain about my plan, at least for now. Still, I needed her to give me the time I needed to fully appreciate this, so while I caressed her thighs to allow myself the space I needed to work with, I negotiated, “I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”

She didn’t seem to doubt when I stuck out my tongue and gave her a temptative first lick, immediately groaning at the incomparable sweetness and diving in for more. She gasped and wrapped her thighs around my head, like she wanted to make sure I wouldn’t leave her hanging, but I was sure I’d never leave the space between her legs again.

Sweet, so sweet and wet. I’d spent so long imagining her taste on my tongue, both of her blood and of her juices, and now I knew that she truly was sweet all over. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have to pretend I hadn’t tried the god’s ambrosia for the rest of my life, so I sincerely hoped this really meant she truly wanted me forever.

I lost myself to the activity of exploring her pussy with my tongue, eyes closed to better imprint the taste and the sounds she was emitting into the depths of my memory. I was so into my meal, the lapping sounds of her drenched cunt surrounding us and only adding to the powerful symphony of her moans, that when she came, covering my face in her release, I was taken by surprise.

“You know…” She started, as soon as she was able to catch a breath while I sucked the juices dripping from her. “This isn’t the type of eating I expected a vampire to be so good at.” That made me look up to meet her eyes, and the second I did so, taking in the humorous glint in them and the way she pressed her lips tightly together to contain the laughs that were certainly threatening to escape, I lost it.

“I don’t think I ever laughed so much during sex.” I nuzzled in her neck, before depositing a quick kiss on her pouty lips. Her tongue came out to lick them as soon as we parted, like she was chasing away her own taste that I knew was still present in my mouth.

“Then I don’t think you’ve been doing this the right way.” I felt her tiny hands pressing on my shoulders, and it took me a while to figure out she was trying to invert our positions. When I did get it, I allowed my torso to fall on the soft mattress by her side, hands immediately flying up to caress her body as she climbed on me.

“I want your cock in my mouth.”

I groaned as I heard those words, paired with the gentle rock of her wet cunt over my still clothed member. How could one resist such sensuous sin? But I had more pressing needs in the moment, and as I had to remind her, “The night is still young. As tempting as that is… No, don’t look at me like that. Do you have any idea what you do to me, you little minx? I have to be inside of you now.”

Her eyes made it clear that she didn’t feel all that terrible about my denial, but still, she asked, “Later, then?” Chuckling, I brought her down to whisper in her ear, “ Believe me, we have all the time in the world. You’re not going to sleep anytime soon. I’ll keep you in this bed forever, if I have my way.”

I heard her suck in a breath and I took advantage of the brief moment of surprise that rendered her immobile to drag two fingers along her folds before curling them in. “Oh, wow. Now that is a sight.” Just the tone of perplexity in my voice had her clenching around me, and when I began to laugh yet again, she brace herself on my chest and groaned, “Are you going to fuck me or keep staring?”

I looked up to meet her eyes, making sure she was looking directly at me as I pulled my fingers out and licked them before grabbing a hold of my member and running it over her pussy. “Take a guess.”

The moment that we became fused in the corporeal sense, it became clear to me just how entwined our souls already were. There was no escaping our connection, not anymore. “Does this feel good,” I teased her as she released a particularly high moan, fingers gripping my shoulders tightly as she threw her head back and tried to keep riding me. I took this opportunity to nibble and nip at her jaw and neck, teasing myself with the feeling of her blood pumping right underneath my open mouth.

“Yes, yes,” she screamed, picking up her movements as I kept fucking myself up against her, too. “Deeper, harder, please, Henry!” The desperation in her voice had me roaring, and in a quick movement I had her under me again.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I whispered under my breath right when she grabbed a hold of my locks and pulled me to meet her lips again. “Are you ready?” I knew she was close by the way she was moaning, and all it took was for her eyes to meet mine so I could feel her clenching around me. “No falling asleep, remember? Or maybe you want me to keep going even if you do end up passing out.” It was just a joke, but her whine made it very clear that she didn’t mind the perspective.

“Don’t worry, angel. I’m right here. I’ll give you everything you want, I’ll be everything you need. For the rest of your life.”

“I know.”

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