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[ghcstpyre]

PINKIE SWEAR.

*•.¸♡ ted "theodore" logan x f!reader

PART ONE. ted is still a virgin. you offer to change that.

contents: virgin!ted, afab!reader, a bit of fluff, angst if you squint, post-excellent adventure, pre-bogus journey, drug use (weed), fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), slight praise kink, unprotected p in v sex. MINORS BEGONE!

word count: 7.5k

a/n: after sitting in my drafts for 2 months, it's finally here! i'm so excited to get this one out of my brain and into writing and i really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i've enjoyed/am going to enjoy writing it! :)

taglist: @scarlettspectra

The thick smell of weed hung heavy in the air of Bill and Ted's apartment, its source pinched between your index and middle finger. You'd perched yourself atop the kitchen countertop in one of the few un-cluttered spaces, lazily toking from the joint in your hand.

It was evening in the middle of July and the colours of the sunset shone through the little window opposite you, bathing the messy kitchen in a gold and orange glow. You and Ted had forgotten to crack open a window before you lit up, but by the time either of you had realised you were both too baked to care and the damage had already been done.

Ted was sat on the sofa, his old acoustic guitar in his hands, fingers plucking away an unknown tune. Or maybe it was a tune you should know, but the fingers on the strings were too inexperienced for you to be able to tell what it was. His guitar playing skills had improved somewhat since the History Report fiasco, but not by a huge margin.

You thought that having a literal princess as a girlfriend to impress would help spur him on, and for a time it had done, but you'd noticed Ted becoming more withdrawn since his relationship with Elizabeth had ended. He 'd been pretty torn up over it at the time, but it had been over a month now since they ended things on friendly terms and you'd picked up on his change in demeanor.

It felt cruel, but you couldn't say you were too heartbroken for Ted when he broke the bad news to you. The thick, green worm of jealousy had wriggled its way under your skin and buried itself within your chest the moment Ted introduced Elizabeth to you as his girlfriend. It had been festering there ever since, making its nest within your heart.

Of course, it was your own fault for realising your feelings for Ted a little too late. Everyone always said 'better late than never', but you didn't think you could apply it to the crappy situation you found yourself in.

But now Ted was single again. It seemed the universe had decided to give you another chance.

Slowly, you tilted your head to the side, dragging your gaze away from the view of the sunset to look at the object of your affection. He'd gone from plucking the strings to strumming them listlessly, clearly a million miles away.

Your whole body thrummed with the buzz of your high, a faint ringing in your ears. You knew you were high as hell - it felt like your skull had been stuffed full of cotton wool and your eyes were heavy, sclera tinted red and lids droopy.

As heavy as your eyes felt, you managed to drag your gaze across Ted's form. His mop-like, dark brown hair had fallen into his face like it usually did, but the blazing glow of the sunset shining through the living-room window cast an orange halo around his head, making him look almost angelic. The usual chocolate hues of his eyes were glittering hazel as he sat with the guitar in his hands, basking in the warmth of the setting sun.

Your eyes followed the movements his large hands made on the strings and fretboard of the beat-up guitar. There were a few stickers littered around the front of its body, faded and torn with age, and scratch marks where someone had obviously tried to peel stickers off with little to no success.

For a brief moment, like you'd done so many times in the past, you imagined what it'd be like to have Ted's hands on your body, his fingertips rough and hardened from the strings of his guitars. That familiar and inevitable heat sparked in your core and you squeezed your thighs together against the slight pulsing between your legs.

"Hey," Your voice was mellow and slow as you tried to get Ted's attention. "You gonna help me smoke this or what?" You asked, holding the joint out in his direction.

Ted was promptly pulled away from his thoughts at the sound of your voice, hands ceasing their movements on the acoustic guitar as he looked over at you, and then at the smoke pinched between your fingers. A lopsided grin tugged at his lips. "Oh, yeah."

He set the guitar down next to him and pushed himself up from the dingy green sofa, the old springs within it groaning in protest at the sudden shift in weight. The soles of his white sneakers squeaked on the tiles of the kitchen as he eagerly stumbled his way from the living room, still feeling the effects of your last spliff.

His long fingers took the joint from your own and he settled opposite you, leaning up against the counter next to the sink, just in front of the fish bowl. He lifted it to his pink lips and took a nice, long drag, the cherry on the end burning as orange as the sunset. After a few beats of holding it in, Ted released the smoke in one long exhale, filling the space between you with a thick, pungent cloud.

The red basketball shorts Ted wore hung low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers poking out above them and concealing just below the bottom of his dark snail trail. You had to do your best to drag your eyes away from the mouth-watering view and instead focused your gaze on his chest. It wasn't any less tantalizing - his old San Dimas High School tank top was a little too small for him now and clung to his torso in all the right places, giving you a wonderful view of the slight muscle definition on his body and arms that he usually hid behind baggy t-shirts and jackets.

It wasn't until he'd said your name for a third time that you realised Ted was trying to get your attention. "You okay there dude?" He asked, genuine concern in his eyes, sclera just as bloodshot as yours and lids just as heavy.

You swallowed hard as you composed yourself, offering him a reassuring smile and hoping he hadn't caught you checking him out. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just really stoned."

Ted gave you an amused smirk in return, flashing you with a bright, toothy grin as he brought the joint to his lips once again. "Excellent."

You muffled a snort against your hand. The way Ted and Bill spoke was something you'd always found equal parts amusing and endearing. It was goofy, but somehow you felt it added to Ted's strange charm.

A soft padding could be heard below you as you lightly swung your legs back and forth, your heels knocking against the cupboard door as you watched Ted pull from the spliff. His features took on a somber edge and his eyes glazed over slightly, clearly miles away once again.

"Hey, Ted? Are you okay?" Your voice was soft, cautious almost, as you got his attention. "You've been kind of distant lately. I know breaking up with Elizabeth must've been tough but...do you wanna talk about it?"

He regarded you silently, pursing his lips a little with a slight furrow in his brow. Ted's gaze fell to his feet and he tapped the tips of his sneakers together. Eventually, he nodded. "...Yeah, " His voice was hoarse, almost like the word was a struggle for him to get out. "I think talking might do me some good."

It hurt seeing Ted so visibly deflated like this, but you were glad he was willing to finally open up about things - even if it did mean you had to listen to him pine over his ex. Still, more than anything you just wanted to be there for your friend, as a friend.

Ted offered you a grateful smile, the corners of his full lips quirking upwards beautifully. He reached out to pass you the joint and tingles ran up your arm as your fingers brushed his before taking the joint from him. He swallowed thickly, trying to figure out where and how to begin while he watched you fumble with the lighter, sparking the smoke up again and breathing new life into the cherry on the end.

"It's just...bogus, y'know?" He started, running a hand through his glossy hair. "Elizabeth was my first proper girlfriend - she, Bill, Joanna and I basically did everything together. Being with them was always a most excellent time."

You nodded along as he spoke, toking from the joint and turning your head away slightly to blow the smoke out, away from Ted's face. The green worm coiled around your heart squeezed.

"But now it's just the three of us and I'm a total third wheel all the time. Or - or it's the three of them, without me. Elizabeth said we're still friends but that she needs some time - which is perfectly okay, I mean, I'm not about to force things like a dickweed or something, but..." A long, frustrated sigh left his lips.

Ted already felt like a complete jackass for feeling this way about his friends, and even more so for complaining about them in the open like this. Friends weren't supposed to talk smack about each other behind their backs. He looked at you from beneath his long, dark lashes, almost like he was seeking your approval. He'd always had a nasty habit of second guessing himself - undoubtedly put there by his asshole of a father - but this was uncharted territory for him and he felt like a fish out of water.

Sensing his need for guidance, you tilted your head and offered him a sympathetic smile. "You miss your friends." You finished for him.

He nodded slowly, the tension in his shoulders he didn't even realise was there beginning to ease. "Yeah, exactly." He looked up at you properly, meeting your gaze. "It's why I'm most grateful for you offering to hang out so often since Elizabeth and I split. It's been a totally lonely time, but seeing you has made it a bit easier."

Your chest tightened and your heart stuttered. Of course you'd wanted to be there for Ted as he dealt with his first breakup, but you couldn't deny that there were selfish motivations lurking beneath your good intentions. Guilt mingled with the fluttering of your heart.

"I'm always gonna be there for you during your hours of need, dude." You smiled.

Ted watched as you puffed from the joint again and blew out the thick cloud through your plush lips. The smoke rising from the glowing cherry swirled as it hung in the air, twisting around you lazily like a living thing, high off its own fumes and glowing in the light of the sunset. His chocolate brown gaze dropped to the KISS logo plastered over the chest of the t-shirt you wore - his t-shirt that you'd stolen some time ago now.

Elizabeth always told him it was strange that he let you wear his clothes sometimes, but he never thought anything of it. It was only now, however, that he noticed just how much he liked it when you did.

Is that weird? Ted thought to himself. Since when did she get so...bodacious?

He'd always thought you were pretty, but there was something different about you that he'd started to notice. Ted found his gaze lingering on you longer than it should, sometimes on places he definitely shouldn't be looking at. Especially now with the light of the sunset setting the colour of your hair ablaze, his t-shit hanging comfortably on your body, and your summer short-shorts clinging to your upper thighs.

His eyes dropped a little lower as the comfortable silence you found yourself in stretched on a bit longer. He noticed the way the flesh of your thighs spread out on the countertop, the bare skin below your shorts sticking to the marble in the summer heat. Ted swallowed thickly before looking you in the eye once again.

You noticed the way his eyes trailed over your body but decided not to comment, despite the way your heart hammered in your chest. "Plus, I guess this makes band practice difficult. That's gotta be frustrating."

"Yes! God, yeah, it is most vexing." Ted looked at you like you'd just put everything he'd been feeling over the last few months into words. If he'd known how liberating it would be to vent his frustrations, he would've come to you to talk sooner. You always had a knack for finding the words to describe how he felt. "How is Wyld Stallyns gonna be the most triumphant rock band in history if we can't even practice?"

A giggle slipped past your lips, glad that he seemed to have perked up a little. Wyld Stallyns were terrible, but you'd supported them unconditionally no matter how bad they sounded. "Just give it more time, Ted. I promise you she'll come round and you guys will be able to practice and hang out again just like you used to. You're doing really well, just have a little more patience."

The idea of Elizabeth and Ted spending time together again didn't exactly fill you with glee, but you doubted they'd get back together - at least, not immediately. You hoped.

His eyes dropped to your thighs again as you passed the joint back to him, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his lips. "There's...kinda something else that's been bugging me, but I don't know if I should..." Ted trailed off, a light pink hue rising to his cheeks.

"Go on," You urged, nodding at him to continue. If there was more weighing on him, you wanted to coax it out of him.

He avoided your gaze, eyes sliding off to the right. "Okay...y'know how Bill and I explained that the princesses are...chaste?" You nodded and hummed in understanding. "Well, it took me eighteen years to finally get a girlfriend. Now I'm twenty-three, single and there are things that most guys have done by now that I still haven't experienced." The embarrassment was evident on his face; he couldn't meet your gaze at all.

You simply blinked at him, processing his words. Then, the penny dropped. "You're a virgin?" Your mouth was blurting the words before you could stop them.

Ted's cheeks flushed crimson and he let out a frustrated groan. Although he completely respected Elizabeth's boundaries and was more than happy to have waited until marriage to finally experience the intimacy he craved, he couldn't deny that it had been a ball-ache - metaphorically and in some cases, physically. Bill had cracked a joke about their right hands being their second girlfriends; at the time Ted had found it funny, but now it just depressed and frustrated the hell out of him.

"No-!" He raised his voice slightly in defense, almost offended by the 'V' word. He shook his head. "-I mean yes? I mean-" The hand that wasn't holding the spliff reached up to drag his palm over his face as he visibly deflated. "It just sucks, dude. I feel super lame." He let out another long sigh, defeated.

Ted brought the joint to his lips, taking one final, long drag before stubbing it out in one of the nearby dirty mugs in the sink. He looked back down at his shoes again, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

"Teddy, hey," The nickname caught his attention, but he didn't have the courage to meet your gaze just yet. You unstuck your thighs from the kitchen counter and hopped down, stepping forward to close the distance between the two of you. When he still refused to acknowledge you, you brought your hands up to rest on the sides of his exposed biceps and squeezed gently. "Teddy, look at me."

He hesitated for a moment before lifting his head to look at you and your sweet smile.

"You're not lame. Like, at all." You reassured him, your thumbs rubbing slow, comforting circles on his skin. "In fact, I think it's totally chivalrous of you to have waited for Elizabeth."

Ted tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. "...You think so?"

Cute. You thought.

"Of course!" You smiled brightly at him, having to tilt your head up to look him in the eye. "Not many guys would do that. Most would just get bored and dump their girlfriend after a few weeks so they could go and get some."

His face soured at the notion. "Heinous."

You giggled and his expression immediately brightened as the sweet sound filled the kitchen, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he dipped his head down and chuckled. That was one thing he always liked about you - your laugh. Especially when he was the reason for it.

You retracted your hands from his arms and he mourned the loss of contact, his skin tingling where your thumbs had been circling.

"Besides, there's nothing bad about it. Everyone experiences things at different paces. Like, you smoked weed before I did." Your words had a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Do what you wanna do at your own pace and don't care about what anyone else thinks. Just because you haven't had sex yet doesn't make you any less of a catch."

He lifted his head to look at you again. "Thanks, babe. I really do appreciate it."

The bright expression on his face was the sign you needed to know you'd made him feel better, at least for the time being. The two of you stood there for a few moments, dissolving into stoned giggling. Ted's cheeks were flushed and his eyes shimmered with mirth, the sight being enough to make you swoon internally.

With the orange glow behind him, Ted looked like a dream. A dream you wanted to be a part of.

Hold on a moment. Did Ted call you babe?

An idea popped into your baked mind, head still hazy from the joint you'd just smoked. You weren't really sure if it was a good idea, but you figured if it all blew up in your face you could just blame it on the weed. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the friendship you had with Ted, especially since his others were currently rocky, but you were high and you wanted him.

"Hey..." You started, your heartbeat picking up the pace. "...If you're still worried about that kind of stuff, I could help out."

Ted's giggles died down and he cocked his head at you in confusion once again. "Huh? What d'you mean?"

Of course he had to pick now to be dense. "Well, y'know..." You tilted you head forward and looked up at him from beneath your lashes, hoping he'd get the message.

His brows raised in recognition and he formed an 'o' with his lips before breaking out into a grin. "Ooohh, you wanna be my wingman?"

You scrunched your face up. "What? No."

"Then whaddya mean?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Babe, I have no idea what you're saying."

"Do you wanna have sex with me?"

The smoke still swirling between you seemed to freeze in place, your words hanging heavy between the two of you. You could feel how hot your cheeks were and you could hear your pulse thumping in your ears, but you were determined to hold his startled gaze.

Ted simply blinked at you, completely dumbstruck, the gears in his head whirring as he tried to process what you'd just said. He was struggling to comprehend if he had actually heard you correctly or not.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on the soft flesh nervously and your eyes were trained on his every movement like a hawk. His silence didn't comfort you and although it only lasted for a few moments, to you it felt like an age before he finally responded.

"I...uh...huh?"

Anxiety simmered in your stomach, threatening to bubble over into frustration. You were already embarrassed enough as is and Ted's utter confusion didn't help your hammering heart.

You breathed in slowly, trying to calm your nerves. "Do you wanna hook up?" A small, shy smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "With me?"

Ted's heart thumped rapidly beneath his tank top and your eyes followed his Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down. His hands trembled slightly within his pockets - equal parts nerves and desire. Ted was usually one to articulate himself using large, goofy hand gestures, but right now he was glad his hands were tucked away so you couldn't see how much his hands shook.

"Are you - are you serious?" He asked, his deep voice cracking adorably.

A few strands of hair fell into your face as you nodded, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. "Y-Yeah. I mean, we're both high, we're friends-" You swallowed thickly and wet your lips with the tip of your tongue. Ted's eyes followed the movement and you took a small step forward, "-You're cute...plus, it'll mean you'll have one less thing to worry about, right?"

His eyes flicked up to your eyes, down to your lips, then back to meet your gaze again. It didn't go unnoticed.

One of Ted's hands retracted from his pocket to reach out and gently brush away those fallen strands of hair from your face, tucking them behind your ear. You were sure then, if it could've done, your heart would've leapt right out of your chest and into his hand. Your breath hitched and your smile turned from shy to hopeful.

"I...yeah, I guess that makes sense." Heat rose to Ted's cheeks and his smile matched your own before faltering slightly. "But, won't it make things, like, totally weird between us?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I promise we'll still be friends afterwards." Lifting a hand, you wiggled your pinkie finger in front of him. "Pinkie Swear."

With a small, amused huff, Ted linked his little finger with yours and held it for a few beats before pulling you towards him using your pinkie. The hand that had remained inside his pocket moved to rest on the curve of your hip, his thumb rubbing your soft skin over the material of your top. Your own free hand came to tentatively rest on his chest.

Now that your hips were almost flush against his, and thanks to his loose-fitting shorts, you could feel his length pressed against your thigh. He was already a bit hard.

"Is that a yes?" Your voice was breathless as you asked, not expecting the sudden surge in confidence after his initial confusion and bashfulness.

Ted's voice was low and husky when he responded, his tone immediately causing heat to pool between your legs. He leaned in, plush pink lips only an inch away from yours.

"Hell yes."

Finally, Ted's lips captured yours in a kiss that, for you at least, felt like a long time coming. The nervous simmering in your tummy exploded in the form of happy fireworks as his lips moved slow and tender over your own, giddiness and lust threatening to take you over.

This was Ted's first time so you were determined to keep your own desires in check - to go at his pace.

His pinkie finger released yours in favour of snaking his hand around your neck to cradle the back of your head as he towered over you, lips still connected to yours. Your own hand lingered in place for a second before joining the other on his broad chest, savoring the feeling of his excited heartbeat against your palms.

You pulled away from each other for a moment to catch your breath. Ted's pupils were blown wide with desire, his deep brown eyes looking like inky black pools. Combined with the crimson hue blooming across his cheeks, your best friend looked absolutely delicious.

Neither you nor Ted could believe this was actually happening.

"Whoa..." A big, toothy grin spread across his freshly kissed lips.

You didn't even get a chance to respond before Ted's mouth descended upon yours again, this time with a little more urgency. The hand that gripped your hip circled around your waist to hold you tightly against him while his other threaded his fingers through your hair. You practically melted into him, raising onto the balls of your feet to wrap your arms around his neck and push him back against the counter behind him.

The ache between your legs urged you on. You traced your tongue along Ted's bottom lip, desperate for more. He was more than happy to oblige, parting his lips for you and letting out a soft groan as your tongue slid against his.

You were sure that that little sound was enough to send you to heaven. Or at the very least, would be living in your head rent free for the next...well, forever.

The inside of your mouth tasted like weed, smoke and the chocolate you'd snacked on earlier when the munchies hit, and Ted briefly wondered if there was any part of you in that moment that he didn't find completely intoxicating. Every kiss, every touch, every swipe of your tongue had his cock throbbing inside his shorts, straining against the fabric and aching for attention.

Without even realising it, Ted began grinding his rigid length against your thigh, pulling a little gasp from your lips. The friction paired with your tongue in his mouth was almost enough to make his toes curl in his sneakers.

Ted could count on one hand the number of girls he'd kissed, but this was by far the best kiss he'd ever had.

Why hadn't he done this with you sooner?

Sensing his need, you slid the palms of your hands down his torso to the waistband of his boxers. His breath hitched in his throat and his dick twitched with anticipation as you smiled against his plush lips, your fingers dipping just below the elastic to toy with the waistband.

"Can I touch you?" You breathed against his mouth, desperate to feel the size of him in your hands, in your mouth, and buried deep inside you.

Ted's eyes fluttered open and he nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "Y-Yeah."

In one swift motion you pushed down his boxers and shorts, letting them pool around his ankles as you sunk down to your knees. His cock sprung free, long with a thick vein running up the underside and a lovely pink head, a bead of precum already forming at the tip.

He was absolutely gorgeous. If you weren't wet before, you were surely soaking through your panties by now.

You reached your hands up to run your fingers down his flat stomach, trailing them over his cute snail trail and through the dark thatch of curls sitting above where you wanted to be most. He watched you the whole time through heavily-lidded eyes, his bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth.

The sight of you on your knees before him was the hottest thing he'd ever seen and you hadn't even touched him yet.

Ted's whole body jolted as you wrapped a hand around his shaft, your other hand resting on his thigh. You gave his cock a few slow, long strokes, looking up and drinking in the sight of him as he gripped onto the edge of the kitchen counter and gazed down at the most excellent view of you with his dick in your hand.

The whimpers that escaped him were all the encouragement you needed. Without warning you leaned in to lick a hot, wet stripe up the underside of his shaft and press a kiss to his wet tip. Ted practically keeled over, inhaling sharply.

"You okay?" You asked, concern swimming with the lust in your eyes as you pulled back a little.

Ted nodded, the corners of his lips quirking upwards in a small, sheepish smile. "Y-Yeah, I'm good. Just wasn't, uh, expecting that."

You squeezed his thighs affectionately. "Want me to carry on?"

"God yes."

Having the go-ahead, you leaned in again and took the head of his throbbing cock into your mouth.

"Oh fuck."

Ted managed to release the vice grip he had on the countertop to thread his fingers through the hair on the top of your pretty head as you began bobbing your head, the other hand still gripping onto the counter for dear life. You took a little more of him into your mouth with each motion, swirling your tongue around the swollen head when you pulled back.

"Fuck babe, that feels so good."

The salty taste of his precum on your tongue sent bolts of heat straight to your core, now hyper aware of the aching need between your legs. Unable to handle it anymore, your spread your thighs apart and slid one of your hands into your shorts to rub slow circles on your clit through the damp fabric of your panties.

It was taking all of Ted's willpower and restraint to not buck his hips forward into the warm, wet heat of your mouth. The sight of you touching yourself as you sucked his dick was almost too much for him to handle and he had to clap the hand that white-knuckled the counter over his mouth to muffle the loud moan that slipped out.

His moan was like music to your ears. You needed to hear more. Steeling yourself, you pulled your wet lips off his cock with a pop, inhaled deeply, and then took his entire length down your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut as the coarse curls of his dark pubes tickled your nose and you moaned around his girth as your fingers worked on your sensitive bud.

"Oh shit," Ted practically yelled, throwing his head back and letting out a long, low groan of pleasure. His fingers tightened in your hair and his toes curled in his shoes as he desperately fought against the urge to cum down your throat there and then.

He pulled on your hair, gentle enough to not hurt you, but hard enough to get you to drag your mouth from his dick.

"Fuck babe - I almost came." Ted panted, completely breathless as you gazed up at him, tears pricking at the corners of your glassy eyes and your lips were red, swollen and shiny with spit.

He unthreaded his fingers from your hair to help you up to your feet and immediately pull you in for another kiss, each press of his lips harder and hungrier than the last. His hands were quick to find your hips and you gasped against his mouth as he squeezed them tight and kicked his boxers and shorts from around his ankles.

Ted began pushing you backwards until your lower back hit the edge of the counter. His irises were completely engulfed by his inky black pupils and his large hands slid up underneath your t-shirt, savouring the feeling of your soft skin beneath his palms as they travelled up your waist to your ribs.

His burning desire was swallowing him whole and he was acting purely on impulse. Ted had been worried he'd fumble this with his lack of experience, but judging by the way you responded to his advances and touches, it seemed that just letting go was working in his favour.

Before you could say anything Ted's lips were on yours again, his kisses absolutely feverous and starting to make your head spin. Just as you pulled away to catch your breath, his hands cupped your breasts and squeezed gently. Your head lolled back and you pushed your chest forward into the sensation, seeking more attention. Ted was more than happy to oblige, kneading the soft flesh of your tits beneath your top with his large hands.

You twitched and let out a needy whine when one of Ted's thumbs grazed over your nipple, his mouth swallowing that sweet sound. He pulled his lips away from yours to repeat the motion again, this time circling both his thumbs over your hard, sensitive nubs. Wonder swam in his jet black eyes as he watched you arch your back into his touch and gasp, unconsciously canting your hips into his and gripping onto his broad shoulders.

Your fantasies could never have prepared you for the real thing. The pads of his fingertips were hard and rough from the hours upon hours he'd spent almost every day pouring over his beloved Gibson, and they felt heavenly on your soft skin as they trailed down from your breasts to your hips once again.

"Can I...?"

Ted's voice was hoarse as he mumbled against your lips, his fingers toying with the button of your denim shorts as he pulled back slightly to meet your heavy gaze. He knew he'd need guidance for what came next and he prayed to the gods of music (Oh great god of metal, Mr Osbourne, dude...please don't let me fuck this up!) that you would be willing to help him out without too much judgement.

If you were to laugh at him, he was sure he'd shrivel up and die on the spot.

You blinked up at him and smiled, giving him the go-ahead with a confident nod. Despite the way his hands trembled, Ted popped open the button on your shorts and shimmied them down over your hips and thighs, taking your panties with them.

Rather than letting you step out of the material, Ted lifted you up to place you back in the space on the kitchen counter you'd been sat in before. The bright, toothy grin on your face told him that that was definitely the right move. He had a feeling that all those evenings spent watching raunchy rom-coms with Bill, Joanna and Elizabeth were going to come in handy.

Ted paused, his shoulders tensing. Wait, no. He shouldn't be thinking about Elizabeth right now.

He was promptly pulled from his thoughts by your legs hooking around his hips and pulling him into the space between your parted thighs, your hands finding their way to his broad shoulders once again.

"You okay?" You asked, sensing his hesitation.

It was incredibly difficult to ignore the press of his erection against your inner thigh, but you wanted to make sure he was still okay with what was happening between you before you went any further.

He nodded, albeit stiffly, and the tips of his ears burned hot. "Y-Yeah, just...I, uh, might need some help with this part."

The sweet smile that you gave him had his heart doing flips within his ribcage. "That's cool," You said, your fingers twirling in the incredibly soft, dark hair at the base of his skull as your voice took on a lighter tone. "I happen to be intimately familiar with myself so I'm really gonna be the best teacher you'll get right now."

Your words drew an amused huff from Ted and the tension in his shoulders eased off. "Awesome. So, um, how do you like to be touched?"

It was such an innocent question but it made your pussy throb something fierce.

You took one of his hands into your own and brought his thumb to your lips. Ted's eyes zeroed in on your mouth and he inhaled sharply as you sucked on it. You coated the appendage with spit before guiding it down to your clit, his head dipping as he followed your movements.

"Here," You shuddered as his callused pad pressed against your little bundle of nerves. "Start with slow circles."

Ted did as he was told and began moving his thumb in slow, steady circles over your clit, mesmerized by the sight and sensation of your sensitive flesh beneath his touch. The soft sighs of satisfaction coming from you spurred him on and he picked up the pace. His other hand moved back underneath your top to gently pinch your nipple.

You gasped and spread your legs further, scooting to the edge of the counter and seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Want your fingers in me, Ted."

Uncertainty and lust swam in his eyes as they snapped back to yours, his cheeks flushed a wonderful shade of pink.

"Don't worry," You comforted. "I'll guide you."

Doing his best to steady the tremble in his hand, Ted dragged his middle finger over your slick folds to gently rub at your entrance. The corners of his plush lips quirked upwards - you were so wet. Not just wet, you were soaked.

"Whoa, babe. You're totally dripping wet right now." Ted grinned, flashing you with a bright, toothy smile filled with pride.

Giddiness bubbled in your chest, delight rushing throughout your body and you curled your toes. You matched his grin. "Duh; my hot best friend is about to fuck me. Of course I'm wet."

He blinked at you owlishly and his cock twitched against your inner thigh. "...You think I'm hot?"

You hesitated before nodding. "I...have done for a while-"

Your confession was cut off by a gasp as Ted slid his finger inside you without warning. The walls of your pussy instinctively squeezed his long digit as he slowly pumped it in and out of you experimentally, his eyes on your face the whole time to check for any signs of discomfort.

"That's it," You breathed. "Now add another finger."

Ted savoured your praise did as he was told, pulling his hand back to push both his middle and ring finger into you. You moaned softly this time and lifted your knees to give him better access and a better angle, the slight stretch filling you will a little more satisfaction.

You'd gotten so used to the feeling of your own touch you'd almost forgotten what it felt like with someone else. God, you missed this.

"Ah!" Pleasure shot through your nerves when his long digits brushed against that sweet spot deep inside you. "There, Teddy - curl your fingers right there."

He pushed his fingers into you to the knuckles and curled them as you said, his calloused fingertips rubbing against your g-spot and pulling more delightful sounds from your lips as he fingered you. Ted could feel the way your walls clenched around his digits and the wet sounds of your soaking cunt taking his fingers so easily had him so hard it almost hurt.

Judging by your reactions he was pretty damn sure he was making you feel good, but he wanted to hear you say it - no, he needed you to tell him.

"Is that good?"

The doe-eyed look on his face paired with his fingers working you like magic was enough to make you whimper. He may not have been able to play the guitar that well, but he was playing your pussy well enough to have you singing.

"Y-Yes," You nodded as your thighs began to tremble. "Feels so fuckin' good, Teddy."

Ted couldn't hold on any longer. Retracting his slick digits from you, he dipped down to press a quick, searing kiss to your lips and then rest his forehead against yours.

"Babe, I gotta fuck you now."

"Please," You panted, hooking your legs around his hips once more as he reached down to line himself up with your entrance.

Ted looked into your eyes as if waiting for permission to go past the point of no return. You nodded in confirmation, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as your whole body buzzed with anticipation.

Slowly, Ted pushed his throbbing length inside you, inching in bit by bit as the wet walls of your pussy accommodated his size. Your fingernails left little crescent moon marks on his smooth skin as you gripped onto his broad shoulders, closing your eyes and doing your best to relax as he inched further in.

The low, loud grown from Ted made the sensation of his cock stretching you out all the sweeter. Your hot breaths mingled as Ted bottomed out, his hips flush against the soft skin of your inner thighs and his hands moved to rest on your hips.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, holding each other and unmoving. You expected Ted to begin thrusting not long after pushing all the way in, but he was as still as a statue for long enough that it had you concerned.

"Teddy?" You opened your eyes to look at him. "You good?"

There was clear concentration on his flushed face, mixed with something akin to frustration. His dark brows were furrowed with a deep crease etched between them and his ears burned hot with embarrassment.

"Ted? Are-"

"I'll bust if I move." He blurted, voice cracking.

You had to bite back against a laugh, thoroughly amused by his choice of words. How was it possible for Ted to still be adorable during a moment like this?

Ted inhaled deeply, trying to steady the rapid thumping of his heart. "Just - just gimme a sec."

It was incredibly hard to not think about the fact that he was balls deep inside you. The thought alone was enough to have Ted teetering on the edge. Your pussy was warm and wet and tight and unlike anything he'd felt around his dick before. Quite frankly he was amazed he'd even lasted this long.

After what felt like an age, Ted let out a shuddering breath and pulled his hips back slowly before pushing into you again. You sighed, relief and pleasure flowing through your veins as he finally gave you that much needed friction your body craved so desperately.

His large hands gripped your hips tight as he thrusted in and out of you, keeping the pace slow and steady - mostly for his own sake - while his confidence gradually increased with each little pleasured sound that fell from your lips.

"Fuuuuck Ted, that's it," You praised him as he picked up the pace, the two of you becoming lost in your combined pleasure. "That's it, you're fucking me so good - Ah!"

Ted's hips suddenly snapped forwards, slamming the full length of his cock into you and filling your cunt to the brim. Your wet walls throbbed around him as the head hit that wonderful little spot inside you and your fingers gripped at the soft hair on the back of his head.

"Shit, sorry-"

Your mouth swallowed his apology in a hot, open mouthed kiss. Ted was quick to reciprocate, groaning as you nipped and sucked on his bottom lip.

"Do that again."

That was all he needed to hear. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin bounced off the kitchen walls as Ted pumped his dick in and out of you, the sensitive skin glistening with your slick arousal. He did his best to angle his thrusts so that he was hitting that spot that had you clawing at his back and moaning his name, desperately wanting to make you feel good as he chased his own release.

"God babe - ngh - pussy's so fuckin' tight," One of his hands relinquished the vice grip it had on your hip to slide back under your t-shirt and grab your breast and squeeze. "Feels too good, fuckin' excellent, m'gonna - mmnh - gonna cum soon."

You reached a hand down between your spread legs to rub your swollen clit, aching for attention as that familiar heat began to coil in your abdomen, tighter and tighter as you neared your peak.

"Me too Ted, m'so close - so fucking close-"

The coil inside you snapped.

"Teddy!"

Your body shook and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you, pleasure coursing through your veins in heavy waves. Ted's thrusts became sloppy while he fucked you through your climax, the feeling of your pussy clenching around him as you came on his cock being too much for him to handle.

"Shit babe, gonna cum-"

With a low, loud groan, Ted pulled out of you and gripped his throbbing length. After a few quick pumps of his fist, he spilled his cum over your skin, coating the soft swell of your lower tummy and the hem of your top in pearly white ropes.

The two of you stayed silent as you caught your breath, chests heaving. You let your legs drop and Ted placed his large hands on your thighs, steadying himself as his own legs threatened to give out from under him as he came down from his high.

Nervous bubbles began to simmer in your stomach as you watched Ted through lidded eyes. How would Ted feel about you now? Would this change things between you? And most importantly: Would he regret it?

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a small smile tugged at the corners of Ted's kiss-swollen lips.

"Now that," He met your gaze. "was most excellent."

A bright smile broke out across your face and your heart did flips, giddiness shooting right down to the tips of your toes. "Agreed. You feel a bit better now?"

You watched Ted closely as he took a step back and bent down to shimmy his boxers and basketball shorts back up his long legs, before retrieving your own shorts and panties from the kitchen tiles and holding them out to you with a smile that shone with earnestness.

"Definitely."

[jwanniie]

Can u do g!p doctor minji x reader fucking in her office making her cockdrunk and they do it many times?

I know you're busy rn so don't worry just take your time🥹 thank you I advance!! ♡

You can’t miss a Doctors appointment!

Pairings: G!p Minji x fem reader!

Warnings: BREEDING, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), not proofread, p in v, mention of pregnancy, overstimulation, creampie, big dick, a little bit of manipulation, pantie stealing and just Filthy smut!!

Jwans Note: I’m not really satisfied with how this turned out but hope you enjoy!!😔🥲

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Meet Minji, a newly graduated doctor who had just landed her dream job at one of the world's most prestigious hospitals. Her hard work and dedication had paid off, and her parents couldn't have been prouder. They beamed with pride whenever they spoke of their daughter's remarkable achievements, and her success became the talk of the neighborhood. Her family had always known that Minji was destined for greatness, and now, she had proved them right. With her exceptional skills and a heart full of compassion, she was ready to take on the world and make a positive impact on the lives of others.

She basically was every medical students goal, they all wanted to be like her one day.

It was no surprise that the hospital gave her a private office. Soon, patients started pouring in and the day was filled with treating and helping them.

But there was this one patient that stuck to the back of her mind and didn’t seem to leave. You came to her office one day for a yearly check, and your results were above great but from the first time she laid her eyes on you, she knew she had to have you.

She made little “changes” to your file, perhaps a little sabotage so you could visit her office more often. It was all with a good intention, she thought.

You were waiting outside in her waiting room. This is the third time you have been here, for an unknown reason. She told you that she has to make more checks and she needed to make sure that everything is alright, but you still don’t understand what she wants? Every time you asked her is there something bothering your health, she didn’t give a straight answer, just shrugging it off and mumbling incoherent stuff.

“Miss y/n, come inside!” The secretary behind the counter told you. You quickly took your stuff and left for Minjis office.

Once she saw you enter her office she flashed you her signature warm smile, that seemed to leave every patient with heart eyes.

That happened to you when you first came to her office but as the time passed, those heart eyes slowly started fading.

You placed your coat on the hanger and sat down on the chair in front of her desk, the last thing you wanted to seem was rude so you returned a smile, a nervous one.

“Hi miss y/n! How have you been?” She questioned seeming really interested.

“I have been well myself, so is there something bothering my health?” you chuckled nervously, raising an brow afterwards.

She stood up and guided you to the examination bed, making you lay on it. Your breathing was unreasonably heavy and low. Your hands on your sides, while she was wearing her gloves.

“If that’s okay with you, could you take your clothes off?” She looked at you from the corner of her eyes before turning fully to look down at you.

You gulped nervously never have a doctor asked you anything like this but at the end of the day she is a doctor she must know what she is doing…😮‍💨🫣

You slid down your jeans before pulling your shirt over your head, handing it to her. She looked at you like she still was waiting for something, and that’s when you realized what she indicated.

Without much thought you just decided to make her life easier and just take your panties off, and so you did. She had her hand out to you when you took off your panties while a smirk across her face, you gave it to her even tho a crimson colored layer was over your cheeks. You didn’t miss how she stuffed your panties in her pocket.

At first everything was so normal, doing normal doctor check ups, and the doctor stuff that everyone have been through.

But not long after her hands started roaming around your form, her hands slowly reaching and nearing your core and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper when her fingers touched your embarrassingly wet pussy.

What could you do? You couldn’t deny that doctor Minji was hot, insanely hot! And you couldn’t deny how every night after meeting her, your fingers couldn’t satisfy you anymore. She wasn’t the only one desperate and hungry for you, you were for her too!

She smirked at the sound leaving your lips her finger pad teasing your walls reasoning for more breathy whimpers to fall past your lips. You were soaking her fingers and the examination bed already having a wet patch on it.

She undressed her white coat and slid her slacks down, exposing her deprived cock. Looking at the erection it seemed heavy and her red-ish tip leaking white salty substance.

You rubbed your thighs together at the sight a whine making it way out of your lips. She climbed on the examination bed and aligned her cock with your velvety walls. Before completely pushing in, her cock stretching your hymen, making you feel like at any moment you’d bleed. But the feeling was pleasurable nonetheless.

The waiting of months finally have paid off and she finally got to bury her cock deep in you. The bed rocking back and forth due to her ruthless thrust, making you feel that her cock was in your womb, hitting spots you didn’t know existed.

You were holding her shoulders for dear life, your nails sinking deep into her flesh, your knuckles turning white due to your grip.

Her Head buried into the crook of your neck, giving kitty licks onto your invisible Adam apple and sucking on the flesh, purple marks filling your, she could taste the chemical taste of your perfume and that only made her mind numb and intoxicated with the whole moment.

Both of you letting out the deepest sounds and whimpers, without warning her seed flew deep into you, straight onto your womb. The chances of you getting pregnant by her sent you over the edge, your own liquid pushing out her creamy substance.

“G’na get you pregnant baby, y-you could come Check in my office every day!” She whispered near your ear, shivers running down your spine.

She furrowed her brows, your own juices pushing her cum was making her annoyed, and without realizing it wasn’t long till her cock was again deep inside you. Your pussy tightening and clenching uncontrollably around her while overstimulation hitting you hard, a choked gasp came from you.

The pain and abuse of her cock making your eyes water. Tears sliding down your cheeks, it was replaced by mind blowing pleasure once again, your previous orgasm making the knot in your stomach snap, and fresh round of your juices tried to push her cock out but failed since the ramming of her cock was deep and rough, making your legs give up and your body laying limp.

She let out a growl before her balls shot new layer of cum into your abused hole, a satisfied sigh came from her.

She pulled out slowly trying not to overstimulate you more, and she saw how her cum gushed out. Her finger smeared her liquid before pushing it back in deeper. She kissed your puffy tear stained cheeks and caressed your closed lids softly.

She cleaned you up in the bathroom connected with her office and declined all of the appointments of the day.

[feelbokkie]

L♡VE IN F♡CUS | Chapter 20

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem reader

WARNINGS: swearing, mention of food/eating

GENRE: smau, crack, angst, fluff

P♡V: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

SUMMARY: Amateur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to junior music journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

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A/N: surprise, 2 updates in one day! ch 20 is short because it was going to have a written part but the written part is long so i decided to split the chapters up. and since i’m splitting them i decided to just post 20 now because I was already done

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Yandere!Fisherman x F!Mermaid Reader Smut Alphabet:

Part 1 How he looks

Warnings: A Whole Lot Of Sexual Content. MDI.

[A/n: Decided to post some smutty head cannons of yandere!fisherman while I work on a new story, make sure to keep an eye out for that. :) Not proofread. ♡]

[NOTE: In this, once mermaid reader is plucked out of the ocean, she gains legs once her tail is dry like in the movie aquamarine. Low key got Stockholm syndrome lol. Enjoy.]

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A-(Arousal/what gets them in the mood): my god, your unfiltered curiosity about all the knickknacks and antiques that decorated the walls of his home. The sparkle in your eye, the excitement in your voice, the gentle grip you have on whatever you snatched from the shelve. It gets him so fucking hard. Will calmly explain to you what every single thing in your hand does while not so subtly pushing his growing bulge in the small of your back. Or seeing you in his clothing, obviously he didn’t prepare much when he decided to bring you to the surface. (Or keep you)So in order to keep your decency(not that he would ever mind if you waltz around the home nude) he lets you wear his softest sweaters. The knitted oversized material grazes the back of your calves, swallowing your body into the sea of fabric. Loves it cause it looks like the both of you actually a domestic couple. The idea of you as his wife, being able to take care of you in every way, living happily with 2 or 3 children that looked like a mixture of the both of you running around the home, filling it with laughter. The mere thought has blood rushing south, has to hide the growing tent in his pants as he gathers his daily catch.

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B (Blue balls/how do they react to stimulation denial):Knows he can’t push your limits. Isn’t going to force you into anything you don’t want to do. You’ve just been pulled(kidnapped) from your home into the land of the unknown! It’s completely understandable but. It’s so hard for him to see you snore softly in his bed. The small puddle of drool staining the fluffy pillow under your head, body curling into itself for warmth. If only you knew he imagined that pillow was you, folding in half and fucking into it like a teenager. Moaning your name softly as he came. Gave it to you with a big smile cheeks still warm from his session “this one is the softest.” Will sometimes be cheeky and let out a loud moan or two to pique your interest.

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C-(cum) listen. Listen. Listen. He’s a workaholic, so he’s usually overworks himself. Doesn’t really make time to masturbarte cause of the long hours on the sea, ergo passing out from exhaustion, meaning huge ass loads. I’m taking about puddles of cum coating his lower stomach and v line. He’s a bit pent up, what do you expect? Once you actually has sex well, enjoys decorating your body in ropes of his cum but enjoys it even more when he gets to plug you up with his cock fucking his cum further into you. Gets bashful at the amount that he releases but with you? Ha. He lives for the moment you squirt in his mouth, your hole spasming around his tongue as he slurps up all of your cum, downing it down like a man starved. You’ll have to yank his head up to get him to even breath, entangling your fingers in his damp curly hair to lift him out of his meal. A dazed smile on his glistening face, pupils blown up with lust.

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D-(dirty talk/ are they vocal in bed?) The man that’s usually so stoic and rude to others becomes pure putty in your hands. On softer days once you give him the green light, he worship your body. Showering you with compliments. “You’re so pretty sweetheart, doing so well for me.” Other days where he can’t help but to be mean, teasing you and your reactions. “Aw baby did you cum from me just rubbing your pretty pussy? I thought i told you I wanted to feel you cum on my dick, guess you had to be greedy hm?”

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E-(erogenous zones) He’s pretty sensitive on his back. Run nail on his spine and will shiver, goosebumps covering his skin. His thighs, will moan more when you’re giving him head and resting your hands on his thigh massaging the tight muscles. Loves when you leave scratches on his shoulder blades when he’s fucking you, like his own temporary tattoo.(Pouts when they start healing.)

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F-(fetish) Is into fear play. Sorry not sorry, but man literally stalked you for months. And unfortunately because of the way you two met, you did attempt to run back to the ocean more than once. (He would always catch you before you made it on the dock.) When you finally trust him and willing give his fantasies a try, likes to play into a scenario where you try to run away. Your stuttering heart beating echoing in his ears, the whines of pleasure as he manhandled your body. It gets him dizzy with lust.

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G-(giving/what they would do) He loves to make you feel good, it’s always your pleasure before his. You’re the love of his life of course he’s going to pamper you! Duh. From making out with your pussy, to sucking your stiff nipples, to softly biting into the meat of your thighs leaving blooming hickeys in their wake. He’ll always checks in to make sure you’re doing okay. Even if you aren’t in the mood, he’ll still make sure that you’re relaxed and blissful every night. Tenderly massages all the tension knots from your back, wrapping you in his large form holding you close. Even when you want time alone, will sleep in the living room like when you were adjusting.

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H-(hot and bothered/ how do you know when they’re turned on) Face and neck will start to turn pink, the stubble of his face doing very little to conceal the sudden flush. Attempts hide the obvious bulge in his trousers, trying to readjust by tucking his now hard dick into the waistband of his boxers. Voice will get deeper. Eyes will go half lidded. Yeah he’s thinking ‘bout fucking you.

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I-(initiate/how do they get things started) Cups your face gently, pressing his lips against yours. Simple kisses turn into making out, shifting into tossing each other clothes to the other side of the room. You hands grip his shoulders as he marks the column of your neck in hickeys. Dry humping for a bit until you guys shuck off your clothing and really get in to it.

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J-(jitters/how nervous do they get)He hasn’t had that many sexual partners, so sex was something relatively new to him. Was anxious to disappoint you but he quickly got the hang of it. Not gonna lie, he got more cocky overtime. Knowing your body like the back of his hand did things to his ego. Sometimes still get bashful but only when you paw at him for more.

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K-(kinks/ main kinks they enjoy) Has always wanted a big family since it was just him and his grandmother, so has a huge ass breeding kink. The thought of him being able to cum in your fertile womb has him feral. Just knowing he could knock you up. Is a bit adventurous so will be more than okay to have sex in public, folding your body on the warm sand. Unless you don’t that’s cool homie. Likes to tie you up, he didn’t learn all those different knots to not put them to use. Your whines about wanting to be able to touch him makes him feel even wanted.

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L-(location) He’s an old fashion lad, he ultimately adores to make love to you in bed. Wanting to make sure that he gets to touch every inch of skin. But he’s also a pent up horn dog. You could be in the kitchen attempting to make a meal, man will be on you in a second. Setting you down on the counter as he kisses you softly while his course hand rubs your pussy. Will fuck you on his boat in broad daylight, he cares but he doesn’t care.Your moans and the loud sound of your conjoined body releasing wet smacks through the area.

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M-(masturbation/do they do it? What do they think about?) like I said, baby boy doesn’t make enough time to release the tension coiling in his body. Watches you sleep, yeah he’s a creep like that. Rubs his bulge to your soft snore, staining his underwear with pre. Never goes too far, like to cum on your unsuspecting legs or pretty face, even though he wanted to on numerous occasions. Once you’re got there, the sexual appetite he usually ignored came rushing back to him the moment you set foot in his house. Fucks his fist, squeezing the tip of leaking dick pretending it was your softer smaller hands. Naturally he masturbates at least every night when he can’t be with you.

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N-(natural/ describe how they look without clothes) He’s not too hairy, burly arms and thick muscled legs held the usual amount of body hair. He may be a workaholic but he enjoys taking care of himself. His grandmother always told him that first appearances are everything, so makes a conscious effort to groom himself. Has a very prominent happy trail, the short hair beginning just at the bottom of his belly button. And yeah he trims his pubes, he’s a hygienic lad.

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O-(oral/ giving or receiving) He lives for pleasuring you. It was the only thing you would let him do for a couple of months so high-key got addicted to it. The breathy moans you released, the twitch of your thighs underneath his fingers, your sweet pussy oozing out cum. Could eat you out for hours, like I’m talking about jaw locking hours. As for receiving, well, the moment your hands wrap around his aching cock and your pretty lips wrap around the mushroom tip, he’s a goner. Phew! Just the mere thought of you shrouded in between his thighs, desperately trying to fit his girthy length in your mouth but failing, it makes him cum tons.

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P-(pent up/how long can they go without sex) Though he’s a sexy ass man, and the woman in town do notice him(flirt with him). He didn’t really think much about sex or relationships until you came into his life. Used to go months with release not really caring if he did, but now? Now, he can only go for a couple of days without cumming, will make time to pull multiple orgasms from the both of you even if it takes all night.

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Q-(quickly/how long does sex last with them) I’m not gonna lie, the first couple of time he came pretty quick. Your warm wet walls sucking him in further, constricting around his already twitching length. Of course he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t get much pussy, so don’t bully him :(. Now though? Well let’s just say his hunger for you is insatiable. Will go at it for literal hours, hours, round after round, not pausing (unless you need a break.) Will overstimulate the both of you to the point where you both pass out from sheer exhaustion. Mind numbing orgasm after orgasm. The bed stickly wet, your mixed juices staining the dark grey sheets.

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R-(receiving/how they act when partner takes reigns) Gurl the moment you sit ease him into you, he can’t even control the stuttering rhythm of his hips. The way your hands press against the swiney pecs, the flush covering your face as you lifted your self up and down riding him like your life depended of getting his load. Cums in a matter of minutes, but doesn’t mind if you wanna go another couple rounds. This side of you makes him feel giddy.

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S-(safe word/is it easy for them to stop?) Unless he’s dishing out punishment, you don’t have to try at all to get this behemoth to stop. The moment you signal you’re uncomfortable or the sensations are too much, he immediately goes into service mode. Handling your twitching body with upmost care, carefully wiping your puffy pussy clean, brushing his lips on the bruises his fingers left, massaging your aching muscles. He could still be hard but will abandon all pleasure just to take care of you.

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T-(trouble/ are they giving or receiving punishments?) Now you guys had to be build a sense of trust before you got to where you were, and that meant denying you of your release on multiple occasions. Suckling your clit until you cried out, but quickly pulling away the moment the tell signs of your orgasm crept up. Leaving you openly sobbing in frustration, keeps you a crying aching mess and will do it until you beg him to stop or just agree with whatever the hell he wants.

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U-(underwear/what they wear) Simple briefs. Usually opts for black or grey. Nothing too fancy. Sometimes likes to sleep in the nude but isn’t something he does often.

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V-(vocal/how loud are they) Baby gurl that coochie makes him sing like a canary. Isn’t too too loud but lets out his fair share of grunts and moans. He wants to let you know you make him feel incredible. His already deep voice lowering an octave as he groaned in your ear “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, pussy was made for me.”

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W-(Watch) He’s not too big on porn, but has a couple old erotica novels in his house.

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X-(wild card/random head cannon/ description of his meat stick) He has a very pretty dick. Ain’t gonna say it twice. Thick as a water bottle. 6 inches soft, 8.5 hard. Has a pretty pink mushroom head with two prominent veins tracing the underside of his cock and tan in colour.

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Y-(yes/would they open to new things?) My man would literally do anything for you. If you wanna fuck in the middle of the market, who is he to ignore your wish? Want him to eat you out the moment you wake up? He’s already on it. Wanna try mutual masturbation, (had a field day when you found out you read his ‘private’ books) hell yeah he’s down. Again though isn’t gonna force you to explore new things unless you 100 percent want to.

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Z-(zipper/do they get undressed or leave clothes on:) There are fair occasions where he’s so feral for you that all he manages to be able to do it yank down his zipper and pull out his dick before fucking you into oblivion. But most the of the time, he loves to feel your skin on his. It just reminds him that you’re truly there with him, that he gets to be as close to you as humanely possible. Likes the both of you to be bare but also doesn’t mean he ain’t gonna fuck you when you wear those pretty dresses he got for you.

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𝑆𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑠 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 1 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑡 ♡

Pairing: Switch Scud X Fem! Vamp Stalker reader

Warnings: Blood, vampirism, dirty thoughts, stalking, drug use, poorly written smut, fluff, angst, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, shitty writing, overall just a kinky ass girl who loves this man.

Summary: Vamp reader first sees Scud at the grocery store and find him absolutely gorgeous! Decides to stalk him and saves him from an attack, not knowing that saving this man, would cause everything else to happen.

A/N: About a month ago ago I watched Blade 2 and was absolutely dumbstruck at how beautiful Scud is, so here’s a story about how gorgeous he is and what I would do to him if I lived in that universe:

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I yawn in the aisle of the grocery store looking at the frozen pizzas for my roommate. Sometimes I eat her food but after I turned, nothing taste the same as it once was.

While opening the fridge to grab the box of frozen pepperoni pizza, I get the smell of a very familiar substance . I sniff the air seeing if I can find where it was coming from. I turn around to see a man, maybe in his 30’s. Brown hair that shags just below his eyes, an earthy orange pair of bohemian pants, gray T-shirt with a green winter coat with fur around the hood of the coat. The more I looked at him the more attracted I was to him, he was beautiful. His jawline and his cheekbones all sculpted beautifully. The short stubble of his facial hair, his choker and his necklaces lay beautifully on top of another.

But suddenly he looked at me, looks me up and down and back up to my breast for a second, then meets my eyes. The man and I just look at one another for a few seconds before he gives a small smile and chuckle, looks me back up and down then walks away to another aisle.

Frozen in admiration, this man. The more I thought about him the more aroused I became, I needed to find this man and ask him for his number! But he wasn’t in any aisle’s near me.

I went to the fruit section, not there, dairy section? Not there, cereal, bread, deli, vegetable sections everywhere. He was gone. I had decided to check out my groceries and walk to my car in defeat. I got in my car and started the engine, backed up from my parking spot and got in the road. Just as soon as I saw him he disappeared. It was weird.

The next day 

It was sunset, maybe 8:30 pm and I had gone to the cafe to get myself a coffee and sit down at the table. ‘ting’ the bell above the door rang. I heard a man speak in a sort of sassy childish voice. I look up to see it was the man I had saw at the grocery store the night before. I gasped at the sight of him. He was wearing the same clothes as last night. Maybe he didn’t have a lot of money. And once again he turned around and saw me. He looked nervous , maybe he recognized me. I give him a tiny smile that crept to one corner of my lips, and looked back down to my coffee.

The chair in front of me pulls out, and the man sits in front of me. The smell of weed fills my nostrils, no doubt this guy was a stoner. But still, he looked into my eyes instead of my chest this time. “Hm, you’re the girl from yesterday right?” He asked pointing at me then leaning back. “Yeah I saw you at the grocery store” I responded with a tiny small on my face. I knew he recognized me. “What did you order?” I ask purely out of curiosity “Hm, just my normal, a dozen glazed donuts, the donuts here are fucking fantastic” he says throwing his hand to the side “Are they? I haven’t had one yet, I just like their coffee” I say acting slightly shy. “Oh that’s a shame, my apartment is near by if you wanted to try them, we’ll take them to my place” the unknown man states, I was surprised by the request. Was he a man whore? Did he expect me to go with him the first time we meet? “Oh well, I don’t even know your name” i said in a slightly rude tone. “Ah I’m sorry man, my names Josh but you can call me Scud, all my friends do.” He says rubbing his bottom lip then crossing his arms, slouching once more in his seat. “Okay. Scud. I just don’t know you enough. Maybe I could get your number and we can keep in touch?” I suggested, putting my hands on my lap. “My number? Sure yea I can get you that” he takes out a wrap. A joint wrap, then a pen from a different pocket writing down his number, then handing to me. I decide to write my number down for him too. “Oh lady, I never got your name either” he asks walking out of the cafe “Oh I’m y/n.” “Well it was nice talking to you y/n, maybe I’ll see you some other time” and with that, he walks out of the cafe.

10 minutes later

Oh my goodness I’m an idiot. Why would I do this? I keep saying to myself as I fallow Scud down the street, making sure to keep my distance so I don’t get detected. Maybe it was because I haven’t fed in a long time. It has been maybe two days since I last fed. Shivers ran down my spine. The idea of drinking from Scud was exciting. I can just imagine what he would taste like, his warm crimson liquid filling my mouth, warming my body with ever gulp I take. Maybe sweet, maybe bitter, maybe he would have a really strong iron taste. Who knows! But it got me all riled up, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused at the idea of drinking from Scud. The thought made me quicken my pace, walking faster and getting closer to Scud. Suddenly, Scud takes a right into an ally way, the perfect opportunity to drink his blood. I take the turn and.. SHIT! Someone else had gotten to him. Three other vampires, all surrounding him, looking at him hungrily. He looked nervous, like he was remembering something that had traumatized him in the past.

“Oh come on little boy, don’t put up a fight, we don’t want your Daywalker friend showing up.” The tall, heavy set vampire said. Wait, this man. Scud, works for the Daywalker?!? The vampire that hunts and kills other vampire’s?!? No I need to get out of here. If I save him he’ll tell the Daywalker about me! “Hey listen guys I don’t want B involved with this okay? I mean, you do know if I do die he’ll still find you right? And besides I’m on your side man” Scud said laughing a bit, how was this something funny? “I don’t care if he finds us, because if he went looking for me. I’d kill him.” The same vampire said walking closer to Scud. All the other vampire’s started closing in on Scud. “Aw man guys. We can work this out okay? What do you guys want I can get it!” Scud was talking a million miles a second. He was terrified, putting his hands up to his shoulders, showing he was defenseless. And in that moment, I remembered that I wanted to feed from him first. He belonged to me, no other vampire is aloud to feed off of him! “Hey! Get away from him!” I yell, my voice sounding deeper than usual. “Aww look little y/n is here hahahaha” a blonde vampire says laughing, and soon the other two vampires were laughing. “He’s mine, I wanted to feed of him first he’s my claim!” I say walking closer to the circle of monsters. “Is that so?” The heavy vampire says laughing. “I don’t see a claim on him? He doesn’t smell like you so he isn’t a familiar, you have no claim on him y/n, go home to your other little human pet” he says, shooing me away. Which only made me more pissed off. I ran to the heavy vampire, biting onto his throat making a loud ‘crunch’ sound, earning myself a bloodcurdling, guttural scream from the man. He grabbed my arms and scratched me, drawing blood and making it drip down my arms. I tore my hand into his chest, and crushed his heart, making him turn to ash. The other two vampires watched what happened, and a skinny female vampire ran after me grabbing me by my throat and choking me. I latched ny hands onto her chest, and clawed my finger nails through her skin, causing her to scream and to cough up blood, it splattering on my face. I held the vampires chest open, blood pouring all over me, I then bit a huge chunk of her heart out, killing her instantly. The other skinny male vampire saw what I had done. Seeing me covered in his friend’s blood, with only minor cuts and scratches on me, he decided to flee. He ran away to the darkness of the night.

I turn to look at the man I saved, he looked at me scared. “Are you okay Scud?” I ask in an innocent voice. “Yea, I’m okay” Scud says just looking at me, covered in blood, my face is painted with it, my clothes are uncomfortable and sticky from the blood that poured all over me. “Hey uh, do you have an apartment near by?” I ask in a jokingly voice, trying to lighted up the mood. “Uhm yea it close by” he says standing up, he then takes out a big ass joint, and lights it up. Taking large puffs from it. He doesn’t even cough, which means he probably does it a lot. “Hey scud man, can I get a hit of that? I had a bad night so far” I ask rubbing between my eyes sighing. “Yea of course girl, anything for you, you did just save my ass.” He says passing the joint to me. I grab it with two fingers, and take a large puff from it and inhaling. I instantly started coughing horribly, I couldn’t even breathe with how much I was coughing. “Hey take it easy girl, it not going anywhere. Take a breath.” He says with the joint between his teeth, patting my back. “My place is down this street if you wanna wash up there, you can wear my clothes I don’t mind” Scud says while walking backwards in his pointed direction. And I follow him to his ‘apartment’ which is really just a small room in an abandoned warehouse. Apparently this is where the Daywalker stays. The place was huge, surrounded with metal creations and vehicles. Plenty of different types of batteries and computer systems. One wall is just full window, covered by the blinds.

He takes me upstairs to his room, which had his bed, closet, bathroom, a corner with a beanbag, and another corner with a desk and a computer, in it drawers of his inventions and creations he said he made for ‘B’ which is Daywalkers nickname, since apparently he calls himself Blade. “Here’s a towel, a shirt, and some sweatpants, I got some shampoo and body wash in there.” Scud says while handing me the towel and clothes. “If you need anything I’ll be at my desk.” He says pointing to his computer. “Okay, thank you Scud. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Walking into his bathroom it wasn’t anything special, just surprisingly clean. It was in the colors of red, gray, and white. The shower curtain was white, but the walls were a darkish gray, similar to his bedroom walls, making his bathroom look a little darker, since out of the 3 bulbs in the light 2 were working. The light of the bulbs were yellowish light, adding a warm feeling. Hand towels, bottle of hand soap, and other accessories were many shades of reds including the crimsons and almost pink colors. But what struck me most. A painting of a Mary Jane leaf, and his collections of hemp body washes and shampoos under his sink. I picked a more floral scent, trying to get the smell of blood off me. The fact he allowed me in is mind boggling to me. I started the shower and turned hot, steaming hot. I then undressed and stepped into the shower. The euphoric feeling of the hot water washing over me, covering my body. As vampires, we don’t have high body temperatures meaning we can’t stand hot temperatures, but I was once human. The feeling of the hot water washing my skin was a nostalgic feeling. I scrubbed at my scalp like as if I was a dog infested with fleas, not realizing how much blood was in my hair. Seeing it go down the drain made the situation more real. I did kill those vampires because I’m greedy, hungry, and protective of what’s ‘mine’. I washed my body using my hands, rinsed then turned off the water. I rang out my hair then reached for my towel, and noticed my bloody clothes were gone. Assuming scud must have taken them. I dried off my body and put my sweatpants on then the T-shirt Scud had given me. Wrapping my hair in the towel I walk out.

‘Jeez, I could sleep right now.” I say and sit down on his bed. Scud was sitting at his desk, watching Power Puff Girls eating a bowl of lucky charms. “Where do I put this?” I ask pointing to the towel wrapped around my head.” Scud twirls his chair around to look at me. “You can just hang it up on that hook on my closet door.” Getting up to do so, I noticed my clothes in a grocery bag on top of his hamper bag, now knowing my assumption was right. I wonder if the shower curtain is see through?

I then throw myself onto his bed and crawl into a ball, shutting my eyes. I was going to doze off until scud decided to say something.

“Sooo, are we gonna talk about what happened or are we just gonna ignore it.” I turn around to look at him, seeing that his chair is facing me. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“About how you tried to attack me. That you only fought those suckheads because you wanted my blood first.” Scud mentions pointing his hands at me. Sitting up from my balled up position “Hey listen man I don’t know anything about you, I’m a vampire and you’re a human that was willing to take me over, I haven’t drank in two days. I think you’re a cool guy Scud, I’m just hungry as fuck. I wasn’t gonna kill you or anything.” “No but you killed for me.” It was quiet for a second after he said that. Sitting on my knees my hands were on my lap “I just.” I say, tears staring to fill my eyes. “I’m just really hungry right now.” I said sniffing. “I don’t wanna hurt you I just wanna eat.” Wiping my tears from my eyes.

Scud sighs, “You’re really that desperate huh?” He said rubbing below his bottom lip. Me now sobbing in my hands, feeling guilty at my own desperation. “How about this.” He says walking off for a second. “I let you feed off of me, and you stay here for the night?”

Looking up to him eyes sore and nose raw, I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. My features were now soft, but my eyes still cried. “Are, are you sure about this? You could lose a lot of blood and Scud, how would the daywalker react? He’d kill me right?” I say, trying to reason with him. “You don’t gotta worry about B, I’ll just say you’re a friend.” He says, sitting next to me, criss crossing his legs. “Are you sure? Its dangerous Scud, what if I loose control !?” Scud leaned closer to me, just a few inches from my face. “What you did back there in the alley, I’d be okay if you did.” Looking into his eyes, he was serious, I felt my face get flushed and I soon became too hot for my clothing. Releasing his gaze he turns to his hand, grabbing the knife and places the sharp blade to the skin of his palm, he rose his eyes and looked at me for a moment, I held my breath as he looked back down at his palm and presses the blade into his skin, he silently winced at the pain. Blood began to drip out, he rose his hand to my lip. “Go ahead, drink it’s okay.” He said in a reassuring voice. Gently placing my lips onto his palm, I began to drink closing my eyes. The warm liquid filled my mouth, relief began to wash over me. Feeling the warmth of his blood beginning to warm my belly.

Sucking at his palm, accidentally, a small moan left my throat, trying to keep myself from sinking my teeth into his skin, feeling I may lose myself. I open my eyes to see scud covering his face with his other hand, I could see he was blushing. I let go of his palm, and licked the wound to help it heal quicker. Watching as Scuds chest began to rise and fall slowly. “Scud..” gazing onto his face, confidence filling my heart, scud releases his hand from his face to see me. Moving my face closer to his, he looked into my eyes softly, placing a soft kiss onto his lips which were softer than I imagine. He began to kiss me back hungrily, with his free hand he grabbed my shoulder. Nocking me down onto my back. Scud hovered above me with my legs around his hips. My hands trailed to his hair and my fingers intertwined with his hair. Moaning into each others mouths, his tongue asks for permission, I allowed in. As he was exploring my mouth, his hands run up and down my hips and thighs, tracing every shape and line my body made. He began to tug at the end of my shirt, stopping our make out session for a second to help him take it off, and having him take his off too. Scars littered his chest, I could tell he wasn’t insecure of them but they definitely were caused by something like myself.

Moaning and rolling onto each other I take of the sweatpants I was wearing, knowing I had nothing underneath it. Kicking them off scud sat back and admired my body, every mark, scar, and line. He then began to start licking at my neck, generously planting kisses all along my neck and chest earning moans from me. He started to kiss down to my breast, placing his hand on one and his mouth on the other. Playing with my nipple in his mouth and massaging the other. Scud knew he wouldn’t be able to last, already feeling his pants had begun to get tight. He runs his mouth down to my core, kissing around it, feeling with his tongue and fingers how wet I’d already become. As he began eating me out at a rhythmic pace, my hands were planted to his scalp, gripping his hair. My head laid back, my mouth open as I was moaning his name. With scud using his tongue to flick my clit in his mouth I don’t know how much longer I could hold back, starting to feel my orgasm form. As he continued to play with me in his mouth I release one hand from his scalp and start massaging one of my breast, feeling my orgasm start to close in, Scud took notice of this and began to quicken his pace a bit. Feeling my climax coming closer I began to grind myself onto him. The added pressure to my clit made my orgasm come faster, as I rode to my climax angelic moans started to leave my mouth, as I felt my climax hit my head lashed back, moaning loudly, riding out the last of my climax, scud releases himself and wipes his mouth from my juices. “Hey girl, I’m not done yet” he says as he begins to untie his pants.

As he pulls down his sweatpants I get nervous at the tent he had made, it was a whole lot bigger than I had expected. Scud catches onto my nervousness. “Hey listen, it’ll be alright just tell me to stop if you need me to alright?” I nod in reply and Scud levels his hips to mine. “Alright, you ready?” He asks as he holds himself, “Mhm, jeez Scud just do it already!” Scud then pushes himself into me, feeling my walls form to his shape, I yelp in pleasure. Both of us now panting and moaning, scud allowing myself to adjust to him. When I started moving he decided to move his hips slowly at first. Instantly I began to run out of breath, gripping onto his shoulders. Scud was a moaning mess, grunts and moans leaving his mouth constantly. He began to speed up, hitting my spot, causing me to scream in pleasure. Sweat accumulating onto our skin, scuds warmth making me hotter than I ever was before. “Ah fuck y/n” he says grunting “I’m not gonna hold on for long” he says as he continues to pound himself into me, feeling my climax had begun to form again, I start moving my hips with his, his belly grinding against my clit causing more friction, earning another group of moans from me. Feeling Scud beginning to twitch inside, he was close. “You can finish inside, I can’t get pregnant” I say to him out of breath. He quickly picked up his pace going faster now, he throws his head back as he continues to thrust knowing he isn’t going to last much longer. As he continues to pound into me I feel my climax is just a few more thrusts away.

Scud feels my release, with the sudden wetness he finishes inside. As he finished, a long loud moan is released from him. He continues to thrust his seed deeper into me as he rolls out his orgasm.

He then lays down next to me, holding me tight. “You alright?” He asks brushing hair and sweat from my face. “Yes of course, I haven’t had that much fun in a very long time” I say gasping for air smiling. “Well I’m glad you did” wrapping his hands around me, I lay my head onto his chest. My body once so cold, is now warm and comfortable in the arms of a man who trust me with his life. I shut my eyes and doze off to sleep, happy the both of us are satisfied.

Thank you all so much for reading ♡

Tags: @vaniniweenie

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SENTENCE STARTERS: LYRICS THAT HIT ME IN THE FEELS [PT. 1] change words as needed ! ctrl + shift + v to paste into the inbox on desktop.

❝ if you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. ❞

❝ we can’t afford to be innocent. ❞

❝ just ‘cause it’s part of a plan doesn’t make it right. ❞

❝ even at the best times I’m out of my mind. ❞

❝ I’m that kind of trouble you know you want to get into. ❞

❝ and when they tell you to give them a smile why don’t you show them how sharp your teeth are ? ❞

❝ my addictive personality finally got the best of me. ❞

❝ I’m just talking but they tell me I’ve been screaming. ❞

❝ this here isn’t singing, it’s just screaming in tune. ❞

❝ I can taste you in my rage. ❞

❝ when you think your wounds are greater a victim can be perpetrator. ❞

❝ I hate this, but push came to shove. ❞

❝ forgive us these smiles on our faces ❞

❝ just picked out an early grave to bury shit; not me, just the weight I’ve been carrying. ❞

❝ maybe in another life we could have done this right, but I guess we’ll never know for sure. ❞

❝ think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring. ❞

❝ the only thing I know is it’s easy to miss when you never aim. ❞

❝ i want to know what it’s like to feel wanted for more than something that’s less than dishonest. ❞

❝ there’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes. ❞

❝ even a well lit place can hide salvation. ❞

❝ funny how a fall could feel just like flying when I'm waiting for it to hit me ❞

❝ if we've got no honor then we've got no shame ❞

❝ somehow you slayed your hope, but didn't let yourself know it had died ❞

❝ what would you do if I took this dagger in me and removed it ? ❞

❝ take it out on someone who won't hit you back ❞

❝ say goodbye to your mr. nice guy; you got your wish, he's rotting in hell ❞

❝ maybe I'm a good guy standing on the wrong side; maybe I'm a sweetheart trying to make my own scars ❞

❝ I do this all the time, blending in between the lines of my fiction ❞

❝ I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude is expensive ❞

❝ paradise waits only for the lonely, the escapist, and the brave ❞

❝ drag me to death, like a lit cigarette ❞

❝ so if I'm honest, I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this ❞

❝ if you know the hunter is coming then you hide or keep on running, because they have slain the gods before. ❞

❝ by the time you figure out the rules I broke I've already won the game ❞

❝ have I done wrong ? am I guilty ? ❞

❝ now would you pray before you twist the knife ? ❞

❝ I'd like to pause, no matter what I pretend, like a pilgrim who learns to transcend; learns to live as if each step was the end. ❞

❝ I was given a name before I was given blood, like you were given your faith before there was made a god. ❞

❝ you say 'please don't ever change' but you don't like me the way I am ❞

❝ the more we think we know about, the greater the unknown ❞

repost of an old meme I created. also here is a playlist based on these prompts ♡

[aesthet]

⋆˚࿔ 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂tober 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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Hi hi! this is my first time participating in Kinktober. I hope you'll have a fun time reading this, and of course feedbacks are very much welcome! For the 31st, let me know what y'all wanna see

(the update on the list might be long because, I'm quite busy)

Happy reading~!

-nia.

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Day 1

A Painter's Drug 𓍢ִ໋🀦

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`.𖤣𖥧:✧˚.🎨🖌⋆𖧧₊⁺

tags: [Rafayel LaDs x fem!reader], [switch!rafayel], [aphrodisiac], [experimenting on unknown plants], [fingering], [p in v], [desperate Rafayel], [whiny Rafayel], [2 rounds], [petname: pretty boy], [begging], [bulging kink], [big cawk]

Summary: Rafayel is having an art block and decided to scroll on his social media and that's when he came across a particular plant thought it would make a good paint, so after finding the plant, he brought it home. Little did he know the effects he'll get if he experiments with the plant.

https://www.tumblr.com/aesthet/764020923067252736/a-painters-drug?source=share

‌Day 2

A Moving Memory [◉¯]

˙✧˖°📷 ⋆｡˚꩜

tags: [Gojo Satoru x fem!reader], [childhood best friends to lovers], [fantasizing], [confession], [downbad!Gojo], [downbad!reader], [unexpected reunion], [p in v], [subby!reader], [flashback], [tipsy sex], [nipple play], [pussydrunk!gojo], [gojo has cuteness aggression towards the reader]

Summary: Gojo and you were childhood bestfriends, both of you parted ways. And after years, the both of you have grown up and finally came across each other’s path. How is my childhood best friend so hot? they asked themselves.

https://www.tumblr.com/aesthet/765141473636335616/a-moving-memory?source=share

‌Day 3

Coquettish Kinda Gal (｡- .•) ᵎᵎ

𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ💕✧˚.🫦⋆ﾟ＊

tags: [Nanami Kento x fem!reader], [flirty!reader x flustered!nanami] to [flirty!nanami x flustered!fem!reader], [p in v], [teasing], [tables turned], [pent up], [brat taming], [blindfold], [co-workers to lovers]

Summary: Your stoic co-worker is just so irresistible!. Polite, caring, and not to mention hotter than Lucifer’s anus after 69 rounds with his sinners. But there’s just one teensy tiny problem, he keeps dodging your flirty comments like how a dead beat dad avoids child support. Guess you’ll have to keep pushing his buttons until he cracks.

Day 4

Wild Card 🃁๋ ๋࣭⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺⋆⭒˚.⋆

tags: [Sylus LaDS x fem!reader], [bet], [strip card game], [tease], a little bit of [spit roast], [brat taming], [bratty!reader], [brat tamer!sylus], [p in v]

Summary: The day was slower than usual, the both of you aren’t busy. And the both of you are vey bored and don't know what to do, why not come up with different ways to spice up the simple Kitty card game?

‌Day 5

Damn You On The Edge Of The Bed, You 'boutta Fall Off 🛏⁺˚₊‧

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆🛏️⭑.ᐟ

tags: [one bed trope], [timid!neuvillette], [bold!reader], [subby!neuvillette], [inexperienced!neuvillette], [praise], [gentle], [vanilla], [p in v], [teaching neuvillette]

tags: Being Neuvillette’s assistant requires you to be by his side at any given moment, even on business trips. So on a trip to Liyue to discuss some cultural exchange events, the both of you decided to stop and take a rest at the famous Wangsuu Inn and uh-oh! there’s only one room left with one king sized bed, the both of you had no choice but to share a room and a bed.

‌Day 6

Wave of Warmth 🕯🌡

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡♨️. 🌡️⊹ ◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑

tags: [huddle for warmth trope], [Geto Suguru x fem!reader], [near a fireplace], [cockwarming], [teasing], [bratty!reader], [degradation], [p in v], [overstimulation], [brat tamer!geto]

Summary: The Winter season in Tokyo have been really brutal these days, so of course you prepared and ordered a kotatsu for the both of you. But turns out the shipment is delayed by three days due to the snow that fell earlier than usual and this caused a lot of roads, and buildings to be blocked by ice and snow. The both of you are huddled together in front of the fireplace. But the heat from the fire isn’t enough. You need something warmer, to warm you from inside and out.

‌Day 7

Flustered Jester♠️✶⋆.˚

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆🤹⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

tags: [Alhaitham x fem!reader], [jokester!reader], [𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂!reader], [flirty, bold!reader] to [flustered!reader], [p in v]

Summary: Some people have called you a clown, because of the limitless jokes or innuendos that come out of your mouth. Making people laugh like royalty, except one. The Scribe of the Akademiya who is very stoic and strict, but you see him as a challenge. There are many times where he would seem impressed by the flirty jokes you threw at him and you want to see this man react differently than a scoff or a smirk.

‌Day 8

A Tight Case ˖⌕ ۫ . ˖

⋆˚｡⋆🕵🏻‍♂️.°⛧

tags: [rivals to lovers], [Shikanoin Heizou x fem!reader], [detectives], [working together], [spit roast], [bickering], [flirty!heizou], [switch!heizou], [switch!reader], [degradation], [p in v], [cnc]

Summary: It’s a tough competition in the detective world, where reputation plays a big role. And Shikanoin Heizou is your biggest enemy, the cocky and smug detective keeps getting away with everything and sometimes even solving cases you’ve been on for awhile. One day a strange case had your brain fried, your manager offered to work with one of the best detectives in the city, Shikanoin Heizou.

‌Day 9

It Takes Two To Tango 𓀤𓀥

♪⋆⭒˚💃🏻🕺🏽*.⋆♪

tags: [Jing Yuan x fem!reader], [undercover agents], [ambiguity], [fancy party], [reward], [downbad!Jing Yuan], [downbad!reader], [fighting together], [p in v]

Summary: “He’s a white haired guy with a buff build- you know what you’ll know him when you see him-” are the last words you hear from your teammate who got his connection cut the moment you enter the party, looking for the man that is supposedly there to help you with retrieving the stolen artifact. But how on earth am i going to find a guy like that in a crowd with old people who have white hair?!

‌Day 10

His Favorite Flower❀˖°

༘⋆✿˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌼˚˖𓍢ִ˚.۶ৎ

tags: [Zayne LaDS x fem!reader], [florist!zayne], [softdom!zayne], [flower enthusiast!reader], [praise], [inexperienced!reader], [experienced!zayne], [p in v], [fingering]

Summary: For as long as you live, you've been more interested and fascinated by the flora instead of the fauna. Even though you love bith of them, but with your schedule and living space, you can't adopt a pet so you resulted in plants. And recently there is a new flower shop that opened up and you've overheard multiple times that the owner is really handsome. So you decided to check it out one day.

Day 11

‌The Sweetest Fruit In The Garden 🥭⋆˙⟡

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍇 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

tags: [Kaeya Alberich x fem!reader], [Rosaria cameo], [reader is Rosaria's sister]. [sister's best friend]. [home alone], [flirty kaeya], [fingering], [teasing], [praise]

Summary:  It’s no secret that Kaeya and Rosaria are best friends, they hung out at the bar, parties and sometimes even go to concerts. It is also no secret that Rosaria has a little sister who’s just the sweetest thing Kaeya had ever laid his eyes on. And ever since you moved into a new space, Rosaria would often stay in your place and that caused Kaeya to see you almost every time. What happens when Rosaria leaves to do some errands, leaving the two of you alone?

Day 12

Salt and Pepper ☯︎˚⊹

⁺˚⋆｡°🧂₊🫙°｡⋆˚⁺

tags: [CEO!ratio], [assistant!reader], [sun & moon], [right-brained!reader], [left-brained!ratio], [stress relief], [cnc], [Topaz, Aventurine cameo], [rough], [spanking], [degradation], [edging], [overstimulation]

Summary: Salt and Pepper, two completely different flavors and yet they work so well together. Just like you and the Dr. Veritas Ratio himself, a man who runs on logical thinking, a same and familiar flavor like salt and you who runs on thinking outside of the box, a bit of surprise when it comes to the amount like pepper. But what happens when one day, you did something so unexpected that it can’t help but completely frustrate the Doctor, causing him to snap and take his frustrations out of you.

Day 13

A Mechanic's Hyperfixation 🛠∘˙

✮ ⋆˚｡🦾⋆｡°✩

tags: [mechanic!reader], [boothill is under maintenance], [oblivious!reader], [smug!boothill], [robot body parts], [downbad!boothill], [sex w/robot ;]

Summary: Though you’re a new and young mechanic in Penacony, you have quite the skills. Being skilled in fixing just about anything until you met a cyborg who has a complete robot body except for his head, who came to you after he noticed some of his gears aren’t working. Seeing the man, you can’t help but gawk at his inner workings and he quickly becomes your new hyperfixation.

Day 14

Nasty Dog 𓃡⋆.˚

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ݁⋆˚🐾˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

tags: [reader is wrio's right hand], [Wriothesley x fem!reader], [reader is called madame], [flirty!wrio], [cocky!wrio], [uptight!reader], [switch!reader], [inexperienced!reader], [scary but an actual softie duo]

Summary: “Dude, how much are you willing to bet that they fuck?” “On my life- it’s so obvious! The tension is so thick” “They look like they’re about to just take off their clothes and-” *Ahem* “Y-your Grace! ah- Madame-!”. Although that interaction happened half an hour ago, you can’t help but to think, is it true?

Day 15

Closed Gaps 🗄.ᐟ

🗝️⋆｡ 𖦹°‧★

tags: [Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader], [forced proximity], [toji and reader are secret agents], [sneaking], [teasing], [dilf!toji], [sniper!reader], [staying quiet], [edging], [rough]

Summary: You and Toji are two of the best assassins in your branch. One day, the both of you are tasked to kill a minister and his secretary, there is security in almost every corner. The both of you had no choice but to hide often even in small and tight spaces and even squeezing into not just a locker.

Day 16

Wasted Drive ⛐

⋆ ༺ 𓆩🚗𓆪 ༻ ⋆

tags: [police officer! Xavier LaDS], [passenger!reader], [reader's friend is drunk], [pulled over], [car sex], [teasing], [inexperienced!reader]

Summary: You thought it'd be a good idea to let your drunk friend drive for a bit, after she basically tells you to lrt her drive for a three minutes. And to nobody's surprise the both of you got pulled over, and since you're the owner of the car. The handsome officer would like to speak a word or two with you.

Day 17

‌Rediscovered Tension （ꐦ𝅒_𝅒）

˚₊‧꒰ა 💢 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

tags: [Kamisato Ayato x fem!reader], [old enemies], [hate sex], [two faced!ayato], [riled up], [cnc], [clan leader! reader], [mean!ayato]

Summary: Being the only daughter and heir in the Suda clan that’s known to teach martial arts, it comes to no surprise that a lot of samurais from Inazuma are from your clan. But due to old age, your father couldn’t take on the role of being a clan leader, making you return to Inazuma to complete your duties as the clan leader. But you didn’t know that your old enemy had become the head of the Kamisato clan. Making the extinguished fire that was once inside you, re-lit.

Day 18

Eclipse Wings 𖤍

˚ ༘`🪽 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

tags: [angel!reader x demon!sukuna], [cocky!sukuna], [pervert!sukuna], [full nelson], [cnc], [oblivious!reader], [innocent!reader], [trueform!sukuna], [improper use of sukuna's 4 arms], [overstimulation], [corruption], [hair puling], [spanking], [double stuffed]

Summary: Both winged creatures, yet different reputations and mindset. An angel decided to wander off too far and reached the border between the realms of the angels and demons. And there at the gate, she saw a four armed demon with markings and pink hair, smoking a cigarette that he almost dropped seeing your glowing figure, as he smirks as he thinks it’s his lucky day.

Day 19

A Tongue Tied Kitty ᨐฅ .ᐟ

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆🐈‍⬛ ྀི.✧˚

tags: [Sampo Koski x fem!reader], [dude in distress], [teasing], [tied up], [stuck], [sub!sampo], [femdom!reader], [handjob], [blowjob], [edging], [nipple play] 

Summary: Being a skilled trickster comes with many risks, and today Sampo realized that actions do have consequences and on that same day he had also brought you along with him. But when you finally found him, he’s tied up in an alleyway and has not made any progress in breaking free. As much as you’d like to free him, you can’t help but to realize how pretty he looked, being all tied up like this.

Day 20

Caretaker ❣︎۶ৎ

𓂃 ࣪˖ 👩🏻‍🍼.ᐟ ₊˚⊹꒷

tags: [Thoma x fem!reader], [nanny!thoma], [softdom!thoma], [servicetop!thoma], [praise], [fingering], [squirting], [overstimulation], [face sitting], [single mother!reader], [ayato mentioned]

Summary: A single mom who works two jobs, that mom being you. Being a the founder of a company and an artist, is not an easy thing. So you decided to seek out for a nanny to take care of your 5 year old daughter, Morie. And your friend introduced his other friend who is willing to do chores, look after Morie AND even do errands. So of course with that offer, you couldn’t refuse.

Day 21

Wired Odd Date ☏

˙✧˖° 🤳 ༘ ⋆｡˚

tags: [blind date], [Gallagher x fem!reader], [shy!reader], [experienced!gallagher], [softdom!gallagher], [overstimulation], [full nelson], [cock drunk!reader], [squirting], [nipple play], [biting], [fingering]

Summary: Looking for your special someone is harder than looking for men who don’t text you with a “U Up?” text, and having countless tries with friends, friend of a friend, cousin’s friend. You grew tired and decided to look for someone older, and hearing this your friend sets you up on a blind date with one of her co-worker’s friend that is also in the same situation as you. But what you didn’t know is that he would be a literal dilf, but would you complain though?

Day 22

At Each Other's Throats ☺☺

ོ༘₊⁺🔗₊⁺⋆.˚

tags: [Kaveh x fem!reader], [competitive!reader], [competitive!kaveh], [perfectionists], [bickering], [reward], [bratty top!kaveh], [spanking], [cockdrunk!reader], [pussydrunk!kaveh], [69], [overstimulation], [alhaitham cameo]

Summary: The architect industry is tougher than what people imagined, especially when you have someone who is also fighting for the spot you’ve been dreaming of, Kaveh. Though the two of you are considered as the best architects in Sumeru, you can’t help but want to reach higher and beat the blonde man. But what happens when the Akademiya themselves commissioned the both of you to work on the same project, who would be the first to crack?

Day 23

Patchin' and Fixin' ☤

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 🩹⋆

tags: [childe x fem!reader], [injured!childe], [2AM], [patching him up], [riled up], [blowjob], [teasing], [sub!childe], [whiny!childe], [hairpulling]

Summary: Don’t you just love it when your tired and injured co-worker shows up at your doorstep, drenched because of the rain at 2AM? Of course being the good comrade you are, you brought him inside to clean and patch up his wounds. For someone who is badly injured, he sure does look hot

Day 24

Cute And Handsome To Boot ༝༚༝༚ᵕ̈

༘⋆₊ ⊹🎀 ⭑⋆｡˚

tags: [besties], [oblivious!choso], [Choso Kamo x fem!reader], [inexperienced!choso], [experienced!reader], [teasing], [very subby!choso], [softdom!reader], [shy!choso] to [loud!choso], [dacryphilia], [blowjob], [handjob], [overstimulation]

Summary: Being Choso’s only best friend, there is no doubt that there are people who starts to shipthe both of you. And after spending years with him, you really can’t tell if he’s messing with you or not. Because everyone can see that you're into him and have been trying to hint at him. But since you’re his best friend, he can’t possibly break the friendship and get 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, right?

Day 25

Frilled Brains 𖡎

⋆˙𓍊₊ ⊹˚🧠*ੈ✩‧₊˚

tags: [Alhaitham x fem!reader x Kaveh], [stress relief], [threesome], [full nelson], [manhandling], [meandom!alhaitham], [softdom!kaveh], [p p in v], [anal], [creampie], [overstimulation], [nasty and downbad kavetham], [cunnilingus], [cockdrunk!reader], [pussydrunk!reader], [blowjob]

Summary: The Interdarshan championship is coming up, and Alhaitham and Kaveh are tasked to be the event organizers. But who knew they would have so much work load being dumped on to them and not to mention the people that are tasked to help them are also busy with their papers and upcoming tests. So when you, their good friend offered to help their poor little souls, they said yes in a heartbeat. But you didn’t know that you were there to help them with their stress.

Day 26

Cream(ed) crackered ‎𐂐―

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🥧༄⋆⭒˚｡⋆

tags: [Gojo Satoru x fem!reader x Gojo Satoru], [threesome], [creampie], [overstimulation], [cockdrunk1reader], [pussydrunk!satosugu], [fingering], [double stuffed], [blowjob], [handjob], [dacryphilia], [degradation], [praise], [full nelson]

Summary: Cream crackered is a perfect slang to describe your state now. Because of the upcoming test, you decided to pull an all nighter and play it safe than waking up with 70% of your knowledge being stolen by the dream eater. But you’re having trouble staying awake, you’ve tried washing your face, eating candy and even coffee but to no avail. Luckily for you, your two roommates are awake playing games and being loud. Perhaps you can ask them for tips?

Day 27

The Pretty Doll 𖠋₊˚⊹

˖⁺‧₊˚🪆˚₊‧⁺˖

tags: [Kamisato Ayato x fem!reader x Thoma], [threesome], [overstimulation], [reader is being spoiled], [softdom!thomato], [eating out], [nipple play], [fingering], [squirting]

Summary: Being taken in by the Kamisato clan because of your amazing skills in combat, and arts. You’ve become a valuable asset to the clan. But giving you a place to stay, fancy clothes, delicious food isn’t enough for both Thoma and Ayato. So one night after a long and very boring meeting, the both of you decided to give their long awaited gift for you.

Day 28

What're The Odds ඞ

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ﾟ｡⋆

tags: [Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader x Nanami Kento], [threesome], [softdom!nanami], [meandom!sukuna], [full nelson], [doggystyle], [facefuck], [cunnilingus], [downbad!thukuna], [whiney!nanami]

Summary: One’s a boxer and one’s an office worker, the three of you met in a bar and somehow hit it off pretty well. They’re very different in terms of style, their tastes, however there is one taste that they agreed on, that taste being you.

Day 29

Tag, You're It ☠︎⸸

・┆✦ʚ🎭ɞ✦ ┆・

tags: [Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader x Choso Kamo], [primal play],[threesome], [messy], [creampie], [anal], [p in v], [overstimulation], [dacryphilia], [face fuck], [handjob], [full nelson], [vibrator], [clit sucking], [manhandling], [needy!choso], [meandom!toji]

Summary: It started as a silly thought that you blurted out while spacing out after eating a bowl of ramen that the three of you ordered, the thought being "I wanna try primal prey stuff". And here you are now, running away from the two big men that are hunting their prey being you.

Day 30

Body Inspection (ㅅ)

𓍯𓂃𓏧🦵🏻✧₊⁺

tags: [Childe x fem!reader x Pantalone], [threesome], [sussy body inspection], [spy!reader], [fingering], [cnc], [cunnilingus], [p in v], [brattydom!childe], [meandom!pantalone], [spanking], [degrading], [praise], [tied hands]

Summary: You were a spy that was sent by a group of people in Snezhnaya who rebeled against the Fatui after finding out their motives. Things have been going on smoothly and you were assigned to the 11th harbinger, on your third week he asked you to come with him to his meeting with the ninth of the fatui harbinger. You thought this was a perfect opportunity to get some intel, but all of this was an elaborate trap made just for you, the little doll who was sent to spy on them. They’ll have you know that, that action won’t come without a punishment.

Day 31

(vote, tell me what you guys want)

𓁹‿𓁹

[annbourbon]

The Cheritzverse Society Through Art and Medicine.

*All these are facts. Not speculation. Although I do include some speculations, but tinted in pink. The rest it's canon and it's mentioned at some point during the games. Unfortunately due to limit of pics one can post in a single post, I won't be posting these as proof but I'll let you know where to find these.

♡ Carolyn works in several charities, usually art related. The Ssum. Henri and June route. She seems to control the society in Henri's route. Kind of like Mrs. Astor in Gilded Age lololol

♡ Rika created the RFA, and Mint Eye. Mint Eye was first. Another Story, Rika DLC, Christmas DLC, and The Ssum June's route.

♡ V pictures can be seen in Dandelion background. Dandelion and Mystic Messenger. The picture Zen shows to us during the first day, a flower growing up in middle of the adversity.

♡ An actor is mentioned to look similar to Jisoo during Dandelion, Zen. Dandelion.

♡ Zen has a role as Jisoo. Mystic Messenger.

♡ Henri's mom and Carolyn are said to be in the same circles and at the same time very different. Henri's family is more tied to medicine and June to arts.

♡ Harry's parents laundering money through art, and owning a gallery. Speculation: Harry will join Mint Eye or MC will disappear during Harry's route, probably his parents fault? (this would be off-game, putting Another Story close to Harry's route.)

♡ Heejung's an artist

♡ Jiwoo is a fashion designer in The Ssum

♡ Minha's family is big with donations. The Ssum. Minha's a gifted child.

♡ Jumin works with his father at C&R, his father personal doctor is Henri's father.

♡ Henri became some sort of caretaker for Elizabeth the 3rd despite hating on Jumin

♡ June is mentioned to be the manager of the island Jumin Han received when he was 6 years old.

♡ K is also manager of the island. The Ssum.

♡ The island seems to be used by people for embezzlement among other things. Probably because Jumin almost never goes there.

(imho lol i do feel like a spy saying all this~)

♡ Elise family is part of this society too. I'm working around to understand better how are the connections working here.

♡ During June's route~ around Day 20 I believe? Jumin says that the RFA it's still a work in progress. This connects it and makes sense with the timeline I'm creating. Ah~ also, because I have nowhere else to put it right now. Next day, Carolyn says Jumin was to be engaged since he was little. I'm playing Jumin's route right now and somehow I don't think it makes sense to put him with Sarah. Carolyn can be a lot of thinks but she has standards lol although I'm also thinking if Glam parents could have been different from Glam and Sarah. And seeing how Glam was able to hide her true self in front of almost everyone, it's probably.... or perhaps they're talking about someone else?

♡ Teo, Harry and Zen have been working closely. The first two are directors. The second is an actor.

♡ Muse of Musical is not the only reference to The Muse. The Ssum. There's a reference in Mystic Messenger about the Muse being dead, I just can't find the pic. But there are at least 3 references. A different one from MoM is found during Teo's route, the others are inside Mystic Messenger. I need to replay Teo's and Harry for more info. I need to replay Mystic Messenger too. Because this is telling an interesting story through the titles. I believe one is how the muse is lost, the muse is dead, and more~ but i forgot the proper titles ╥﹏╥ sorry

♡ Several mentions to The Phantom of The Opera through Mystic Messenger that seem to tie The Angel character seen in The Ssum to Unknown/Saeran, Zen, V and Harry.

♡ Kind reminder for those who don't know, The Phantom of The Opera was also called Angel of Music by Christine.

♡ V mom was an artist. Mystic Messenger, Another Story.

♡ V is a photographer and by the end of his own route, decides to pursue art and become a painter. Mystic Messenger, Another Story.

♡ Speculation: Based in the fact that June does know V and Rika, June and V might bond through art. The Ssum.

♡ V father is usually overseas due to business. Art related. I think it's said that he has an art gallery? I'll have to check up on this again.

♡ Eri is V stepsister. V's dad is always overseas. Nameless and Mystic Messenger. Yes, V's father remarried. Probably after V's mom died in the fire.

♡ The Prime Minister is Saejoong Choi. Father of the twins. Known to have a link within The Agency Seven works for.

♡ Speculation: The Agency in Mystic Messenger and The Lab in The Ssum are part of the same thing. The Agency is bigger than we think. Rika was probably trying to fight against it at first. But as seen in Another Story, she probably ended up as part of the program.

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Did I missed something? Let me know~ if you can, reblog with proof. Thanks.

[irys955]

So here are some summaries of the ZeroX doujins I have and link where I bought them. If you decide to buy them and cannot read Japanese, you can contact me, show your proof of purchase and I'll do my best to translate it for you. There are not many artists sell ZeroX doujin nowadays, so I really want to promote them // w \\

1- Kimi no Hanashi / Your story (君のはなし - 栗甘露煮缶 | 同人誌通販のアリスブックス (alice-books.com))

Generally, it is an AU if Zero has survived after Z4, his body is severely damaged so Ciel helps update it into Mythos version. So now the war is over, there are peaceful days ahead, Zero now struggles to find his purpose to continue to live. With his memories of X, he questions his true self. And yes, it is established ZeroX (even though X is only seen through Zero's memory), a lot of Zero and Ciel interactions.

The story starts with X telling Zero:

"This is your story, the story that only belongs to you. About the things you have lost, the things you have gained, things that were robbed from you, things that were gifts to you. Or the people that you love and the people that love you.

All of them, I really want to hear them one day"

And ends with Zero tell X:

"Maybe the "I" now is not the "I" you know anymore X, but just a little, I understand the meaning of your words now. One unknown day, I will surely come to you side, and then, there's a lot of stories I have to tell you."

You can see some sample pages on the link above ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

2- Child keeps married couple together / Shiawase kazoku keikaku / Plan for a happy family (シアワセカゾクケイカク - GAIA666 | 同人誌通販のアリスブックス (alice-books.com))

So a short summary: Axl is troubled because of his unkown origin, he cannot becomes a hunter yet. So in order to solve it, he asks Zero and X to get married and adopt him, then he has a clear origin now, doesn't he (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧?

Later the three of them pay a visit to Red's grave (in casual clothes, I'm a sucker for casual clothes version of them!!!)

3- Ah, Ofutari-san / Hey you two- (アーオフタリサン - GAIA666 | 同人誌通販のアリスブックス (alice-books.com))

It's nothing serious, just Axl gets stuck between Zero and X's stupid couple moments. They think they hide their romance well, but Axl has something to say......... It's a gag, comedy book ehe.

The line "Ah ofutari-san" is from MegaMan Command Mission I think, when Zero and X make up, they are so caught up with each other that Axl has to say this line to bring them back to the situation at hands lol

4- Dandelion (ダンデライオン（hoicyo）の通販・購入はフロマージュブックス | フロマージュブックス (melonbooks.co.jp))

Just a short story show how much Zero pay attention to X's rambling xD. Just imagine a Zero in casual clothes, goes out shopping then sees dandelion and remembers what X said about them, so he picks them, puts them into his hat to bring them back to X, it's really cute // w \\. Not to mention armor-less Zero and X are so beautiful ¬‿¬)

(ignore my fat finger plz)

5- Maverick hunter's Activity diary / Irehan Katsudoji (イレハン活動日誌（hoicyo）の通販・購入はフロマージュブックス | フロマージュブックス (melonbooks.co.jp))

It's short, it's cute. How X is overthinking too much that he falls asleep, Zero just quietly stays with him. Then Axl barges in asking for X's help with his report. The cute thing is that Zero says X is sleeping soundly because he knows Zero is there to guard him. Also he would wake up immediately if someone else come in, but because it is Axl, whom he trusts, he continues to sleep // v \\. Axl finally realizes how dere X is ahaha. Short but very very cute!

6- A book about thighs/ Futomomo no hon (ふとももの本（hoicyo）の通販・購入はフロマージュブックス | フロマージュブックス (melonbooks.co.jp))

It's 18+ but not too explicit and yes the story is about X's thighs *coughs

I like the setting that if you remove the boots, it will look like this:

I mean, not only it's kinda hot (sorry for my weird kink) it also shows how much X trusts Zero to let him take off his legs like that. I mean, without the foot parts, it's hard to run in case of emergency, right?

7- Wotaka Part 2 (ヲタカツー（GAIA666）の通販・購入はフロマージュブックス | フロマージュブックス (melonbooks.co.jp))

The biggest regret is that I could not get the part 1 as it has been sold out long ago. This is a gag/comedy story about an otaku/fudanshi X befriends with artist Sigma over ZeroX doujins lol. Of course they don't know each other's true identities. Zero is not an otaku but he tags along for X's sake. Also Zero (Z series) and Cyber elf X make cameo.

Artist Sigma's struggle in making ZeroX book is really funny and relatable haha.

I really hope the artists will resell the part 1 book ToT)

That's is all I think... Hope there will be more doujin for me to buy in the future ~

[soleilnomoon]

“the sky flashes. the sea yearns. / i myself am in hell.” — ocean vuong

// for all the lovers tied together by the red string of fate //

“horrifying, the very thought of you, / whoever you are, / future knife to my scar, / stay where you are.” — carol ann duffy

// for those destined for ill-fitted romances & endings //

“so much of love is violence. the desire / to be split open, invaded, mangled / and made new.” — erin slaughter

// for the forbidden & the star-crossed lovers //

this collab is about fighting against the rigid parameters around fate and love, no matter the odds; about taking control of one’s destiny to bring about your own desired ending, by all means necessary; about the obsession, the painful yearning, and the purest form of heartache and agony that accompanies romance. it’s about proving that you can and will do what you need to do to ensure that you get the ending you want.

♾️ hihi ♡ this is the second part to my 1.3k+ followers milestone ty to everyone that follows me & entertains my nonsense really y'all are the real mvp. i meant to do a collab eons ago but yk how life is (also my memory is terrible, as we all know). but! i am excited to present the ❥ꔛ.ﾟ༝ | it’s you, not me collab! there aren’t any rigid guidelines, just that you write something that relates to taking control of one’s destiny in regards to love/romance (or life, it’s pretty much open-ended you don’t have to take any of this literally i just like being dramatic and love a good theme).

♾️ whether you end up with a good or bad ending is completely up to you, i’m just excited to see what everyone comes up with.

♾️ the collab is open to all fandoms (anime/manga only, and if you want to write for games like genshin, honkai star rail, obey me, etc. that’s cool too). you don’t have to follow me to join, just make sure you are 18+ (mdni pls & thx) and that any character you write is adult-aged for the fic.

♾️ sfw & nsfw fics are allowed — if you decide to write dc please check my rules for what i will/won’t write and tag it appropriately. minimum word requirement is 500 words (there is no maximum, bc i’m long-winded as hell).

♾️ repeat characters are allowed.

♾️ multiple submissions are allowed.

♾️ you can write character x character, character x reader, or character x oc! whatever works for you.

♾️ send me an ask/dm of what fandom & character(s) you want to write, whether it’s sfw, nsfw, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, etc., if there’s a specific trope, au, or prompt you’ll be using, and whether your reader will have a good ending, a bad ending, or an unknown/open-ended ending.

♾️ example: hiii i'd like to write a modern au, fluff/angst fic for usopp x reader (one piece), with an unknown/open-ended ending.

♾️ deadline to join is 09/02/23. deadline to submit your fic is october/november (no real hard cutoff date tbh).

♾️ when you’re done pleaaase link/tag me in your fic (i am v nosy & want to read & reblog to promote your work 😊💕)

♾️ i’ll be tagging everything as ❥ꔛ.ﾟ༝ | iynm collab.

♾️ the masterlist.

[rosa-qing]

Themis-Scenarios

Artem Wing

🥀.notes: First time writing for Artem ^^' . Also here's the Marius version that I made months ago

I. You Look Beautiful (♡)

"Artem will this do" She asks turning around so he could have a good look at the long red dress she's going to wear at the party their client invited them too.

He remained speechless for awhile as a faint blush covered his cheeks. There’s only one word her head can comprehend.

“Beautiful” He mumbled under his breath, Too beautiful that it made him gasps for air, that he couldn’t take away his eyes on her admiring how beautiful she was.

“Artem, are you okay” She wave her hand in front of him, he blinks once or twice. Before he found his composure again. He nod answering her question.

“So? What do you think?” She asks again

He reaches out his hand to grab hers, bringing it closer to his lips. Pressing a soft kiss on her hand.

“You look beautiful..cough” he could feel his cheeks turned flushed, as he look away from her to hide his flustered cheeks.

A smile formed on her lip as she see him hiding his flustered cheeks. Why her boyfriend is so adorable that she want to tease him more.

“Then I’ll take this., thank you Mr. Wing” She stand in her tiptoes and press a kiss on his cheeks. She quickly walk away to buy the dress looking back only to see that Artem is more stunned and flustered than before.

A chuckled left her lips, her boyfriend is really adorable…

IV. You're Worth The Wait (♡)

Sitting on his office browsing at the new case he just received but his mind is still stuck on that scene.

They’ve been partner for more than a year now. She was going to another country for a month to handle a case, so he decided to confess that night. They were walking on the park enjoying their night walk, silence looms over them as neither one of them speaks.

Until Artem called out her name. She look at him only to be met by a pair of serious azure eyes.

“Is there something wrong, Mr wing?” She asks

Artem tries to hide his nervousness, as a cough slip his lips. His heart is beating erratically but he need to do it now or he might lose his chance.

“This isn’t the a good time to say this but I … *cough* I like you for a long time now” He blurted out, warmth spread to his cheeks but he never look away while waiting for her response

“Mr Wing, could you wait for me. I know it’s too much to asks but I want to give you my answer when I came back from abroad.” She asks

it wasn’t a rejection nor an acceptance, so there’s still hope. Waiting for a month wasn’t going to be a problem after all he already waited for so long another month couldn’t hurt so he agreed with her request.

A soft knock on his door snapped him back out of his revelry.

“Come in” he announced while still looking at the file in his hand.

“I’m back, Mr. Wing” a familiar voice make him look up in an instant. Standing there is his partner.

“Isn’t supposed to be a month, but it’s only been two weeks” He asks in confusion

“The case went smoothly and it finish earlier than imagined, so I grabbed the earliest flight back to Stellis. After all I couldn’t keep my boyfriend waiting” A cheeky smile spread on her lips

Artem couldn’t believe what she just said

“So you’re saying”

“Yes, Mr.Wing I love you. Sorry for making you wait”

Without wasting anymore time, he stalk towards her and gave her a hugged.

“I don’t mind, you’re worth the wait anyways” He pull away from her and cupped her chin before pressing a kiss on her lips. She hooked her arm on his neck to deepen the kiss.

Unknown to them Celestine and Kiki heard their whole conversion unexpectedly…

V. Couldn't Imagine His Life Without Her (♡)

Soft glow of the sunlight peak on the window illuminating the room where the lovers comfortably sleep. The sound of his alarm echoes through the room waking him up. He flutter his eyes open reaching out to turn off the alarm before burying his face on her hair.

He was a very diligent person, getting up once the alarm rings but lately it seems so hard to get up. Especially when the woman he love is beside him. Burying her face on his chests asking him to stay for bit, as she mumbled sleepily while her eyes still closed.

Surrendering to her demand, all he could do is run his hand on her hair while watching her sleep. Artem keep trying to recall how his life is before being with her but it’s been 4 years and everything before her is a blur.

How did he survived not being able to wake up to her every morning, not hearing her sweet voice whenever she called when their away from each other. Or not being to sleep beside her every night.

Cause now, Artem couldn’t imagine his life without her by his side…

[atzsslut]

Sugar | smut

Las Vegas, 2016 with Johnny Suh (ft. Friend!Jaehyun)

smut : mentions of underage drinking (19), daddy kink, unprotected sex (pull-out method), kitchen sex at a house party, handjob, degradation, height kink, manhandling, dominant johnny / (bratty) sub reader, etc. ♡ 4.7k words

smut under the cut, minors do not interact

You weren't too sure how you ended up where you were with Johnny. Somehow alone, the two of you were in the kitchen that was dimly lit. You didn't know how Jaehyun got the light to be this blue hue, but it created an exciting atmosphere for both you and Johnny. 

You two were never so close, having Jaehyun and many others as mutual friends. To say the least, Jaehyun was the middle ground that you two always got to talk about. Whether the conversation started because of him or not, along with the exchanged sentences, a shared memory would involve Jaehyun that was talked about between the two of you.

The only difference was that you had known Jaehyun longer, as you two grew up in Vegas together and were the same age. Unfortunately for Jaehyun, you moved away to pursue university in Los Angeles. Some people asked you why or how you and Jaehyun never got together, but it was merely because the number of times that you've seen him butt-naked (which you claimed was unshaven) coming out of your shower was too much. 

Besides, you two did try. You lost your first kisses & v-cards to each other in a very messy manner that wasn't very good at all. There was no love outside of the fact you two had always been friends, and there was no gravitation to turn it into anything more. 

The taller man was on the other side of the counter, pouring himself a cup of black coffee. It seemed that he knew his way around, even though it was Jaehyun's uncle's Vegas house that Jaehyun had decided to bribe his uncle out to use for his friend's birthday, Johnny's. 

"Hey, just us here?" he asked.

"Hey," you looked around, "I guess so." 

Your eyes never left Johnny as he opened the drawer, taking out a single packet of sugar. He placed it in between his teeth, ripping it open with his teeth. You weren't sure if he was doing it on purpose in your presence, or it was just that everything that Johnny did was attractive. 

You remembered three years ago when you were 16, and he was 18, you asked Jaehyun to introduce him to you - which he did. You were gushing about his hair and his height, only for the relationship to not link. Not that Johnny disliked you, or you didn't try, it only didn't happen. 

And right now, you thought, maybe it was just the wrong time? 

Because right now, the way Johnny was standing in front of you in his simple being, it already lured you into him. And you were doing the same to him. As much as Johnny became more handsome with his shirt's buttons being off by one too many, the cropped turtle neck you wore over your slacked jeans complimented your figure all too well. 

The peak of skin that appeared because of the loose jeans and short-lengthed shirt was almost driving Johnny mad, curious of what was under. Maybe that was why he was interested in your "shirt," besides the fact it was fashionable from its Y2Kesque style. 

He began stirring the hot coffee and sugar together, using a popsicle stick whose origins were unknown. Gross, you thought, but normal. After seeing what Jaehyun would do on a bad day, stirring coffee with an obscure utensil was barely anything. 

Taking a sip from the mug, Johnny's eyes never left yours. It felt as if he was taunting you with his gaze, convincing you even more that you should say something-

"Happy 21st, Mr. Seo. I didn't get to tell you when I got here," you spoke up, placing your elbows on the counter, your hands grabbing the emptied out sugar packet and twiddling around with it. 

"Oh Jesus, you're calling me that because I'm 21 now, aren't you?" 

"Of course, as I should. I guess now you can legally drink."

"How dare you assume that I would do anything of that sort before I'm legal!" he joked, knowing well that both you and him had your fair share of group shots at somebody's house years before. 

"Mhm." you agreed sarcastically. 

You had some inner conflict on whether you should say that he's handsome or how amazing he looked today. It seemed that his hair was newly dyed a lighter brown than his natural colour, and it complimented the structure of his face. The silver chain visible behind the unbuttoned shirt was shining under the blue light, emphasizing the sheen of sweat covering his built body. 

"I like your shirt," he beat you to it, "Mind if I borrow it sometimes?"

But just as much as Johnny Seo was a known flirt, you were just as quick-witted as he.

"Trust me, I wouldn't let you borrow this in the high chances you'd look better than me in it."

He chuckled, once again taking a sip of his sweetened black coffee while he looked at you. There was a little silence after he took the liquid down his throat, sobering him of the few bottles and shots he had downed earlier before. It was soon broken, once again by the taller man, when he passed the mug to you.

He pushed it across the counter, the side he drank from facing you. You felt the tension grow thinner, in the right way, when you chose to say;

"Do you remember how in elementary, when you drank from the same side as somebody else, it'd be counted as kissing?" you smiled to Johnny with your shining smile and rosy cheeks, a tint of pink glowing from them because of the one beer you had.

He didn't know too much about you. Besides the fact that you lived in Los Angeles, university major, and a few of your interests, he didn't know anything beyond that. However, there was never a moment where he disliked you. He's never encouraged the idea that he wanted to be with you in his head, but he doesn't despise the idea of it. 

But maybe it was because you two were never left alone like now, to notice how interested you were in one another—you to him, and him to you. 

And Johnny, knowing well that he had his charms, grabbed the mug from your hands after you drank a bit of it. He set it down into the sink that was right beside him since it was nearly finished anyway.

It left you confused, but even more when he placed his elbows on the tiled counter like you did. But in this case, since you were sitting and he was taller than the masses, he towered over your face. His loosely styled hair with a pricey pomade touched yours as he whispered, 

"Why do it through a mug when you could actually do it right now?" 

He looked for any sign of reluctance in your eyes, which was none at all. He moved forward, his forehead touching yours, waiting for any sign of more consent from you. When you nodded against him, your hands moving up his arms to his shoulders, his lips touched yours. 

Both your lips tasted almost the same; of coffee. Except, the cherry-flavored lip gloss you had on glazed Johnny's, the scent pulling him more into you. At this moment, you couldn't tell if you were more enticed in him than he was to you because of the way he kept deepening the kiss said otherwise. 

You pulled away for a moment, almost laughing at the smudged gloss that now was glimmering on the man's lips. You assured him that you weren't running away or stopping the efforts when you didn't peel your stare away from his. He followed your motions as you walked over to his side of the kitchen. You slipped in between him and the counter, using both your hands and arms to push yourself up, sitting on the surface now. 

Even then, you weren't near Johnny's stature. You spread your legs, giving him a space to be in between. He quickly took your cue, going back to your lips, his hands on the edge of the counter, caging you against his body. It was warm and comforting, filled with a lust for someone that felt so familiar, yet it had never occurred to you. 

You thought about how his lips felt, the way they were small but plump, yours hugging them perfectly as his tongue swiftly made it in between them. Already the situation ridiculous and unpredicted as is. You didn't want to come off as easy. Hence, you gently took his bottom lip in between your teeth, adding enough pressure, so it wasn't painful but sufficient for you to pull it back. 

Johnny, surprised by your action, smirked when you let his bottom lip go. You cocked your head to the side, hands laced in his hair, staring back at him with a cheeky smile. Sure, Johnny was much more notorious than you as somebody coquettish, but it didn't mean that you weren't any less of a flirt. And he could tell. 

"Oh? More of a brat, are you?"

"You know, I heard a little something from an acquaintance that's 'been' with you before," you responded, fingers brushing through the back of his hair. You could tell that he enjoyed the subtle affection. 

"Oh yeah?" he asked, "What's that?" 

"Come closer," you urged. Your lips touched the shell of his ear, grazing it ever so slightly that it was almost ticklish. In a much softer voice, but still heard over the music because of your close distance, "I heard you liked to be called daddy." 

Johnny's breath hitched at your words and how you were kissing down his neck; the mood only intensified. He could tell precisely what you would be like during sex, and God, did he want to put you in your place. 

Gaining his conscience back, Johnny pulled away from you not because he wasn't wanton, but he needed you to know that he had no room for your nonsense. No, what you said was definitely right. But it was precisely that that made the surging need for him to assert his dominance. 

He placed his lips on yours again with such a force that it slightly pushed you back, and the passion that surged through it also took part in your shock. But as you began to enjoy the kiss, even with the slight slop that came with it, Johnny unconnected your lips and looked at you dead straight. His pupils dilated, his breath ajar,

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Have your pretty little mouth spill out that word when I'm fucking you against this counter?" he moved his hands off the surface, moving them up under your shirt as he balanced himself through pressing his legs against the edge. 

Without saying anything back, your doe eyes looking back at Johnny with slight astonishment, he could tell that you liked how he was speaking to you. Without a doubt, the heat between your thighs began to spread all over your body, craving more from the boy you had barely known for years. But you knew enough about him to lustfully indulge. 

"Speak when you're being addressed by daddy," he commanded, through clenched teeth and a crooked smile, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

The repetition of the question made you neurotic, in a way where you could feel every single flood of arousal that went through your nerves. Maybe, just maybe, Johnny could be the first man to succeed in breaking your bratty persona. Because, God, you had to be honest with yourself that your curiosity on how he would feel inside you was growing. 

"Yes." 

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, daddy." 

"Good girl." he cooed, "Now, will you let daddy take your jeans off? Unless you'd much rather have me rip them open." 

In a shy manner, the spunk you had carried before slightly put aside, you took your hands off of Johnny and placed them on the counter to hold yourself up. Your voice much softer than before, but still heard over the music, you asked for help. 

Johnny blew a short breath out of his nostrils, shaking his head from how fast he managed to submit to him. Gently, but never breaking away from your stare, he unbuttoned your jeans for you and began to pull them down as you simultaneously kicked off your shoes and held yourself up to make things easier for him. 

And as your jeans were crumpled on the floor, Johnny kicked them aside. He placed his hands on your thighs and pulled you towards him, your underwear-clad core gaining some bit of friction from his clothed crotch, causing you to yelp. 

"You're already so helpless, Y/N. I never expected someone like you to be such a daddy's whore." Johnny whispered before he placed his lips back onto yours. 

As he began to grind against you, your legs now hugging around his sides, you undoubtedly moaned into the kiss. His much larger hands were almost cupping your ass, helping you move your hips back and forth against him for more friction by supporting your thighs.  

You could feel your wetness increasing, and you needed more than the bare minimum of contact that Johnny was teasing you with. Into his lips, you pleaded, "Please, your fingers."

"My what?" this time, Johnny was a tad breathless. His demeanor didn't change, but he was just as desirous as you were at this point, "Tell me what you want, sweetheart. If you tell me straight up, I might do it." 

Your cheeks flushed at the pet name. Albeit the lights were a fluorescent blue, you felt like Johnny could see your blush and could tell that he had some form of increasing power over you. 

"I-I want you to fuck me with your fingers." you averted your gaze away, "Please."

"Since..." he placed his pointer finger below your chin and put your gaze back on him, "You asked so sweetly. Open." 

Cautiously, Johnny tapped his middle and ring finger against your lips. You were well aware of what he wanted you to do, and with no hesitation left, you took the digits in your mouth. Although you had a gut feeling that his two fingers were nowhere close to his size, you sucked on them as if it were his cock. Attentive and paced, Johnny was indeed enjoying the show you were giving him. 

"You're so good to me," he admitted. However, behind his words, there was a realization of a new appreciation for you. As much as he was sexually driven by you at this moment, he somehow remembered a moment years ago when you accompanied him when he was visiting Los Angeles. No, he didn't come for you, but it hit him how glad he was to see you then. And how good of a time it was with you. Even then, you two were interrupted by a friend that decided to join in.

Never a moment alone.

Sometimes, the most substantial kinds of attraction were the ones that were unspoken of. 

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva following along with it. He told you that you had done a good job, slipping his prepped fingers through the hem of your panties, first spreading it like lube up and down your pussy. You threw your head back, letting out a sigh of relief after waiting for some kind of proper contact. 

Your face slightly scrunched from the pleasure of Johnny's fingertips circling on your clit. You were lightly squirming, the ambiance of the room only increasing the experience. The fact you two were in the kitchen, in a house that belonged to a mutual friend (who, without a doubt, was a fratboy), the risque factor of it only increased both of your arousals. 

"Can I put them in?" your eager nod entertained his question, "Hm, daddy can't wait to replace these with my cock soon enough." 

"Fuck." you let out a curse as Johnny slowly pushed in. You didn't remember the last time somebody had done this to you other than yourself. Was it a month ago? Two? A part of you was glad that Johnny was the one to do it right now. And Christ did his fingers reach all the right spots. 

"You already feel tight around my fingers." he sped up his pace, making you gasp, "Are you sure you can take me?" 

"Prove it to me before you gloat about something that possibly isn't true, J-Johnny Seo." you managed to spit out in between whimpers and choked moans. It didn't help that his palm was pressing against your bud of nerves ever so slightly to make it agonizingly pleasurable. 

"If I stop finger-fucking you right now, you might not be prepped enough for my cock, sweetheart."

"Who told you-" you were cut off by your own moan when he curled his fingers up, agitating you with the pleasure he knew he was bringing you, "Who told you I can't take it?"

Johnny took his hand out of your panties, fingers coated by your wetness to the point they were shining under the fluorescents. He chuckled when you parted your lips, expecting that he'd want you to suck him clean. Instead, he took them between his own lips, humming at the sweet taste that began to linger on his tongue; you.

You didn't know that he could get any hotter, face so close to you, body pressed against yours, it was near perfect. Except, he wasn't inside you just yet. And that was all you needed right now. 

As his own fingers slipped out of his mouth, clean, Johnny was much too impatient to take every item of clothing off. He could tell you were also, by how lust glint in your expression. With the sound of his belt clanking open and zipper coming down, it seemed that everything was echoed. The house was nearly empty as everyone was on the beach outside; the music playing was nowhere near loud as the restless breaths came out of the both of you. 

Dipping down his boxers, Johnny took his hardened member out, taking the precum from the tip as a bit of lube beforehand. He looked at you, then looked down, as if telling you, 'See? I was telling the truth'. Indeed, he was. You pursed your lips together, trying not to smile, glad that your assumptions were right. Besides, you knew a bit of what Johnny was... "like", from how your acquaintance described him.

Even then, he seemed so much better than worded out. Maybe it was because you were feeling it. 

"Still sure you can take it, babe?" he cocked his head to the side as if he was taunting you. And he was. And as for you, you didn't want to admit that you loved how cocky he was. 

Pushing your own panties aside, you coaxed him to come closer to you. He loved the way you looked right now, legs spread open, your hair pushed back but slightly disheveled - he wanted to ruin you even more. Connecting his lips to yours with a vehement kiss, Johnny thrust into you, suddenly moaning into the kiss at the feeling.  

"Shit," he swore in between deepening pecks, "You feel so fucking good."

He savored the feeling of your walls around him, clenching and unclenching as they were finally filled with something that fits in all too well. It was as if his cock was meant to fuck you open, stretching you out just the way you liked. You paid no mind to the slight sting, only the pleasure.  

You pulled away from his lips to breathe, the moment all too intense for you to handle. As one of his hands gripped the counter, knuckles turning white, the other was under your shirt, roaming up to your tits, kneading them over your bra. As for you, your hands were under his shirt as well, nails dug into his back as if you were urging him to be rougher. 

You sucked and bit on your bottom lip to not let anything too loud pass your lips. Johnny certainly wasn't lying about his size, and yet you loved every single second of it. Your forehead was against his, beads of sweat from him coming along with yours, both your breathing only jaggedly coming out of your noses. 

Your eyes followed his pacing body, back and forth, back and forth as he pumped himself into you. The unbuttoned shirt showed a lot of skin on his chest that began to be traced with sweat, a piddling vibration visible as he tried to keep his satisfaction in by inwardly groaning.  His pace was perfect, fast enough for you to count, yet powerful enough for your body to slightly be pushed back with every thrust. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." the string of your curses catching his attention. 

"Feels good?" you could hear the arrogance in his voice. To that, you responded.

"F-fuck you, Johnny Seo." you were testing the dynamic even more, wanting to see how much you could push this. 

"Sorry," he tutted, "What was that?"

Your hands slipped, still under his shirt, over to the front where his chest was. You could see your skin over his from the unbuttoned shirt, stopping him from his thursts, albeit he was still inside you. 

"Fuck. You. Johnny. Seo." 

"You really shouldn't have said that Y/N L/N." it was as if it was slow motion when his arms moved away from where they were, pulling your legs in more, then going over to cross around your shoulders, "You really shouldn't have." 

As much as you thought he was subjugating you before, it seemed that now as your eyebrows furrowed, held into his arms and body, he knew exactly how to tell you that he was in charge. And he had always been, the second he gravitated you closer to him just from opening a sugar packet with his teeth. 

Different from before, you could no longer count the strokes his cock was making into your squelching pussy. You were embarrassed by your excessive arousal, but it was all because Johnny made you feel good. Hard, he was pounding into you, giving you no notice of when he'd stop or speed up. It was all taking over you as your hands became limp around his shoulders. You were holding onto him still, but your trembling fingers and pretty moans made it known to him you were close. 

He was too. Hence, there was no need to hold back anymore.

"You like this, don't you?" you loathed how controlled he was, but you knew that he was holding back from the way his jaw never unclenched, "Been fantasizing about this ever since Jaehyun introduced you to me? Hm?"

"No. N-never in my life-" you let out a choked gasp, "Never in my life did I th-think that you'd be f-fucking me like this. S-so good like this." 

"Fuck." he groaned, "Why's that?"

"Not everyone begs for your cock, Johnny S-Seo," you interjected, clearly in a state of bliss as Johnny was fucking you hard.

"A brat 'til the very end, I see. I like that." Johnny's words practically became growls, thrusts becoming a tad sloppy. He needed to know, "You close?" 

"V-very," you admitted, your pussy aching for some form of release after being teased for so long. Not to mention, there was just a bit of fear that somebody would come in. 

"Good girl. Me too." 

Johnny began to kiss down your neck, leaving one or two very faint hickeys that could go away in less than a week. He thought to himself how smooth your skin was, so supple, alike to the feel of your thighs. 

"Johnny," it seemed that he didn't hear it over his own breaths, "Johnny, please. N-now." 

"Yes, God yes," he said in relief, not knowing how much longer he could've withstood how good you felt around him. It almost drove him insane when you came first, clenching and unclenching around him as if you were a siren trying to make him cum inside. 

But he knew better.

"Can you finish me off?" he asked as your body shook in released pleasure from the orgasm. His voice was shaky but still stern, keeping his manner. 

Without a word, you composed your body to slightly stop its trembling, hopping off of the counter and kneeling on the floor. Much to your surprise, it wasn't sticky like it was last time you were over to meet Jaehyun. You were silently thankful.

Moving up and down his cock, Johnny looked down at you, looking back at him. Even your hand, which was much smaller than his, made him feel as good as your pussy was. Maybe it was the heightened pleasure; perhaps it was all just the thought of you. Nonetheless, you inched his orgasm closer as you spoke, 

"You gonna cum down my throat, hm? Will daddy let me taste how good he is?" you then put your lips around his tip, pumping him until the base of his cock, making him then spill into your opened mouth, painting it white.

He pursed his lips to hide his overtly loud groan of pleasure, chest shaking when he came. He praised you with another 'good girl' when he watched you swallow, loving the looks of it. Tucking his member back into his boxers, then zipping his pants and not paying care to his belt. He bent down to hold you by your arms, helping you stand up, knowing well that it might be a bit hard after what you two had just done. 

You silently sat back on the counter, not brave enough to look at Johnny with a smile on your face. 

"Happy birthday." you said, "I guess this is my way of saying that I didn't get to bring a gift on time."

"Who said you weren't already one?" you looked at him in awe as he brushed your hair out of your face, staring at your lips, "Besides, you don't want to do this again? I think we make quite the pair."

"If you'd like me to be honest," you were gushing under his touch, "I'd love to. But seriously, I need to get you a gift."

"You know what's a good gift?" you asked him 'what,' "Since the two of us will still be in Vegas tomorrow, how about we go on a date? I know, I know we did it the other way around, but it's better late than never."

Johnny couldn't ignore the massive smile on your face appear. Your hands cupped either side of his face as you nodded, "Better late than never-"

Suddenly an array of buzzes came from behind you, where you had placed your phone earlier. With furrowed eyebrows, Johnny reached behind you to take it and give it to you. Looking at the screen, he showed you the phone, "It's Jae. Texted you a bunch of times."

"Really?" 

You unlocked your phone, opening the messages app, and seeing the series of concerned texts your friend had sent you. You burst out laughing, reading it allowed to Johnny while replying to ease his worry. 

Jae (TT)

yo where u a

at **

almost everyones outside on the beach 

hello ??? 

dude are u OK

Me

i’m with ... someone

don’t worry jae

Jae (TT)

wha ??

who ?? 

also have u seen johnny bc hes also WAIT

WAIT NO 

U- Y/N L/N U WHO ARE U WITH 

I SEE U READING THESE

Me 

[image attached]

Jaehyun stared at the picture you had sent, which was of you winking at the camera. Right beside you, Johnny stood with his hair disheveled, posing with a peace sign. 

As much as that was enough shock, because Jaehyun could tell your lips were swollen, and not because of cheap makeup this time - he wanted to throw his phone into the night of the ocean when he received a separate text from Johnny. One that solidified his speculations;

Daddy Long Legs

don’t worry, we’ll sanitize your kitchen ;P

[windupnamazu]

Because I love your g'raha/lunya content: when were the moment(s) where Lunya realised she was in love? Did it come suddenly or was it a slow burn? What specific actions/events triggered these feelings?

(i think it’s you) the one who scatters white petals in my heartor: the fifth season (spring, summer, fall, winter—)

words: ~15400, give or take. no, seriously.

notes: g'raha tia/wol, spoilers for shadowbringers in part v. some violence in part iv. [title song/inspiration] [ao3 mirror]. list of all the friend ocs i stole to cameo in this are listed at the bottom of the ao3 entry! part two is dedicated to the mom squad for hyping me to finish this for nearly two months ♡

 i. winter

it starts with a fever.

so close to coerthas as it is, mor dhona is not easily freed from winter’s frosted grasp. still, lunya had hoped that the snowball fight outside of camp dragonhead with majj and sati the morning before—the same one she tried to sit out on because “we are adults, majj, and a'satina lhea don’t give me that look!“—wouldn’t amount to more than an uncomfortable chill down the back of her coat for the rest of the day. luck hadn’t been on her side for once, and now that she thought about it, the astrologer they’d spoken to right after that was awfully sniffly…

(ah, her eternal nemesis. her weak immune system.)

when she wakes with a temperature rivaling that of the stomach of mount o'ghomoro, feeling like she’d taken a skull sunder to the head, she’s in the tent she shares with raha at saint coinach’s find. it’s not a surprise—theo and rjoli might have just judged it safer to keep her here than try to cart her back to revenant’s toll—but the crystal floor is freezing and her body can’t quite decide if that’s a good thing or not, even while her blankets are lined with layers of fire shards and there’s a little ceruleum heater chugging away in the corner of the tent courtesy of the ironworks.

getting up to turn off the heater feels tempting. so does getting up to turn it up even more. but her limbs, leaden with sweat and fever, make the executive decision for her to do neither. instead she remains curled into the world’s tiniest lump beneath the pile of quilts she vaguely recognizes as not entirely hers and waits for sleep to reclaim her, the scent of vanilla and catmint lulling her mind somewhere far from the dinky little tent and the noisy puttering of the heater.

“—should just leave her be,” an unfamiliar voice argues somewhere outside, clearer than the rest of the perpetual din of the find and enough to irritatingly pull her back to consciousness. it’s likely just some lower-ranking son of saint coinach; one of rammbroes’ little goons that he never bothered to name to her. “she’s a warrior of light, a cold will not kill her.”

“enough,” barks someone else, this voice sharp yet gruff, like a blade cutting through plum blossoms with more force than necessary. hanami normally sounds grumpy but lunya starts to pay attention anyway. “i will talk to rammbroes.” it’s a simple enough statement, but when hanami says talk with that natural intensity of hers it really means vice grip into accepting. “if lunya does not feel well enough to go, none of us will.”

“this is inane, do none of you practice rational thought—" 

a third speaker pipes up, and the sound of raha speaking clear and warm like milk with honey has her fully perk up, fighting the dizzying haze of her headache. “the warriors of light are the one thing between us and death. you do not want to argue with any of them, and certainly not this one.”

hanami says something that sounds an awful lot like a threat to raha as their unknown party member hems and haws, and lunya covers her ears while the three of them get a little too loud for her poor head to handle. by the time she manages to push her headache down for a bit the argument is blessedly over and raha is crouched by her side. his smile is a flash of much needed warmth from the winter sun, and for some fever-riddled reason there’s something fascinating about the rise and fall of his chest beneath his thick whisperfine coat, her expert stitches rolling perfectly over the curves of his arms.

“…ha,” lunya rasps in acknowledgement, her breath visible in the thin stream of light that slips through the tent fold. raha makes a sympathetic noise at her when she sniffles, apparently taking pity on her for today. 

“i made soup for you,” he says, setting a tray down on the floor. though the bowl of soup looks like something she won’t immediately hurl up, the line of colourful and likely disgusting potions next to it has lunya grimacing already. “i fear it won’t match up to your highly refined taste buds, but i hope you can grant me the honor of stomaching it.”

never mind, he’s still a brat, lunya thinks tiredly, wondering if she should croak for zaya to come and kick him in the gut for her. even thinking about bantering back right now strengthens her headache, so instead she snuffs a cough in the elbow of her tunic and manages to say, “told th'others to leave me be.”

“the others,” raha echoes, grinning so brightly she has half a mind to throw a blanket over his face so she won’t have to be blinded for longer. “you have yet to shoo me out.”

“could,” she grumbles. her words stick to her mouth as she tries to say them, so she wiggles one hand free from her blanket cocoon to make a grabbing gesture at him. their fingers brush as he hands her flask over with a raised eyebrow, and there’s a silent, teasing question in his eyes that says do you need help drinking this? 

the weak glare she shoots at him in return hisses i can still break your wrist like this, furbrain, and with a low chuckle that is all but a purr he settles down beside her on the bedroll, picking up an empty bowl from the tray and setting about getting it filled with water from a crystal as she drinks. 

“you gotta go talk to ‘hnami,” lunya mumbles once she’s put her flask aside, sliding further beneath her quilts until only her eyes and her bangs, slick with a fevered sweat, are visible. “they can’t put off the expedition for me.”

raha squints at her, not quite smiling but definitely still amused as he reaches out to brush her hair from her forehead. his fingers are still cool to the touch after his trek through the camp, and on impulse she kicks at her blankets in frustration when he removes them to dip a washcloth in his bowl of water. “i would still be here even if they hadn’t.“ 

(later, hanami easily gives her the truth that raha was the one who called a rain check on the expedition until she was better.

“he is an idiot,” the older warrior grumbles, but she does a poor job at hiding a small smile that lunya feels blessed to see. “but he cares, and that is enough. do not tell him so.”)

“but you—” lunya starts in alarm before she lowers her voice in a poor, still kind of scratchy imitation of his own. “‘tis the culmination, the very peak of my life’s workpppfb—" 

“i do not sound like that, you imp,” raha chides as he pinches both of her cheeks into silence. “as you’ve so eloquently babbled, ‘tis my life’s work. i have no intention of up and dying anytime within the next few suns, so what problem is there with tending to your every sniffled whim for a day or two?”

“ow chibalwous ofh yuw,” she manages to snark, sticking her tongue out at him as he finally stops squishing her face and places the wet washcloth on her brow with a motion closer to a smack. “your bedside manner is terrible. what if i don’t want to be cared for?”

he shrugs, his grin lopsided and relaxed in acknowledgement. “if you refuse to let me stay here i may as well go bother reese with the same three arguments on how ethical it is to study allag. but i’m afraid it won’t come down to that—since you won’t let anyone else take care of you, i shan’t give you a choice.“ 

"i’m gross.” it’s really not that she cares about her appearance around him, of all people—he’s seen her drenched in ceruleum and mudpuppy blood, has carried her out of the tangle soaked in swamp water on multiple occasions, and even helped her scrub morbol pus from her hair once—but being ill is a different level of vulnerable she’s uncomfortable with showing the stupid miqo'te she has a stupid stupid stupid crush on. “and you’ll get sick too. i’m not a child, you don’t have to take care of me.”

“you are as ethereal as usual.” he says it not with a trace of teasing in his tone but instead a conviction that makes it seem like he actually means it, which is impossible because lunya feels like a wild boar wrapped in karakul wool and tossed in a hot spring and she’s very certain that’s what she looks like too. “maybe i will, and you are not and i do not have to—but so long as it’s you, i want to.”

wow, lunya thinks, i love you, and then her brain shuts down.

raha has always been good to her. too good, even back when they’d just met and he’d push too far in his questions and instead of bending lunya would simply break and lash out, and he’d still apologize after she’d been cruel. so good that honestly she shouldn’t be all that surprised to see now that her crush on him isn’t just a crush anymore. it started as something small, inconsequential—adventurers follow the path of the wind and when they first met raha seemed like someone who would rather root himself to a pile of good books—but now she’s doing her finest impression of a momora mora, gaping at raha as if he’s plucked every star from the sky and gifted them to her, because okay, yeah, fine! fine, she’s a little bit in love with him!

…seven bleeding hells.

if she were still sipping at her flask she likely would have spat all the water out, which would have led to her bursting into tears, which in turn would have probably brought reese and theo stumbling into the tent in a blind, motherly panic, so it’s a good thing for both of them that the only thing that comes out of lunya’s mouth is a high-pitched ’hrm’ of shellshocked understanding that raha doesn’t really pay attention to while squinting at the labels on two nearly identical bottles of ether.

alright, she tells the little lunyas she imagines are operating her brain and the little hamster wheel in it that must surely be on fire. raha’s still puzzling over tehra'ir’s squashed handwriting on the back of one suspiciously coloured vial (ughhhhhhhh), completely missing her combusting on the floor next to him, so at least her fever’s good for something after all. let’s think about this. i might be a little bit in love with raha.

raha, whose first love is allag. 

raha, who is the only person i’ve talked about ul'dah to who didn’t already know i was there before.

raha, who for all his intellectual prowess, has about as much knowledge of romantic love as i do (exactly none).

raha, who has never so much as hinted having anything more than friendly feelings for anyone in noah.

raha, who didn’t have many friends growing up and that is the only reason why he’s always been this friendly with me, and if it didn’t mean anything when we first met it won’t mean anything now. 

i’ve fixed sloppy stitches at the weavers’ guild with less. i can work with this!

actually, she can’t. she can’t work with it, because her headache is back and raha is looking at her again, the potions abandoned for now, and it’s struck her that regretfully he’s not a mannequin she can just stab away at with a needle until the problem’s fixed. it’s a true wonder that her temperature can climb any higher without her setting the bedroll and the tent aflame. all she can do is pray that he mistakes the new heat crawling onto her cheeks as just another symptom of her cold, or maybe because of hanabi flinging fire spells around the camp. 

before her overdriven brain can come up with more hypothetical answers to hypothetical questions of why she looks so red—your fever, stupid! she reminds herself—raha’s gentle smile crosses over into a grin which quickly turns into something horribly reminiscent of devious, tail flicking with mischief across her side like the barbed whip of some hellish voidsent right before he ruins whatever tender mood he had unconsciously set himself.

“besides. now you’re in no position to flee while i read the next chapter of allag and adjudicators." 

”noooooooo,“ lunya groans, finally making a feeble attempt to crawl off her bedroll, but raha just places his hand firmly on her head, trapping her in place. when she starts to wail for reese to come save her she just finds herself with a mouthful of fluffy tail. of course she had to be a little bit in love with the one person in camp who is just as mischievous as she is. whichever of her family’s crew decided she should be nicknamed little lady luck can go eat a boot.

"not so fast, you minx,” raha singsongs with the practiced air of someone who’s had to wrestle lalafells into staying put many times before. “by the way, you sneeze like a coeurl kitten.”

“hwahaaaaaaa!” comes lunya’s shrill, muffled, phlegmy shriek as she thumps her fist against the side of his palm, the apoplectic sound softened by a giggle. “i don’t wanna hear about allagan lawmaking right now!”

raha tuts, leaning over her to shuffle around the tower of books they have set up to the side. “you could have simply said so. i’ll tell you a story then—scholars believe five seasons existed during the time of the allagan empire, four of them being the ones we know of today.”

lunya glowers at him, more than suspicious. “and the fifth is..?”

smack! goes a regretfully familiar orange tome on the floor beside them. raha’s ears wiggle with poorly contained glee.

“the season of lawmaking!” he declares as he opens allag and adjudicators back to chapter five, paragraph thirty seven, line six, before lunya yanks her pillow from under her head and whallops him in the face with it with all the strength her fever-addled arms can muster.

later, after her fellow warriors do a draw to pick the next check-on-lunya-and-incur-her-wrath scapegoat, coco finds a pacified lunya cradling an empty bowl of soup with a half-dozen grudgingly drained potion vials on the tray, raha’s tail curled around her as he reads his tomes in a low, soothing voice. the intricacies of allagan lawmaking are still the last thing she wants to think about while her body aches and she feels physically revolting, but when raha sets the book down and begins to sing her to sleep she starts to think that maybe she really wouldn’t mind being taken care of, for once, so long as it’s him.

she promptly regrets her gratitude to him and the disreputable fact that she’s a little bit in love with him once it’s raha’s turn to come down with a cold and he spends three suns whining like the world’s largest paissa brat and sneezing loud enough to wake the whole of mor dhona.

ii. spring

the syrcus tower climb starts off painfully slow in spite of noah’s change in objective. unei warned them that the tower’s inhabitants would stir to action only as fast as their ascent, so it’s with no small amount of grumbling that the adventurer side of the expedition team settles into a routine of breaching only a floor each day while the researchers shove their noses further in their tomes, desperate to uncover any hint for how to seal the tower from the outside word. 

hanami, nyneve, and serella take the lead, three dots of pastel pink and dark blue at the head of the ascent. the rest—a chocolate box of fellow warriors and trusted allies—form ranks behind, weapons at the ready but otherwise chattering at ease and doling out snacks between them. it’s inappropriately casual. idle commentary about why there’s so many stairs floats about when they’re lucky enough to make it through a floor without being attacked by reanimated ancient defenses, and even when they are attacked some of the adventurers turn it into a game of who can down the most acherons. the sons of saint coinach would throw a fit over the very air of it all, but the only researcher allowed this far up the tower at this point isn’t one of them and hardly cares as long as they don’t break anything before he can look at it.

raha, equipped with his ability to defend himself and his necessary knowledge for identifying anything useful the tower might hold, matches his pace to lunya’s own as they climb. as they do he spins together all the knowledge he’s gleaned of allag through the years for their entertainment. in his element, her historian shines like a brilliant star fallen from the sky, eyes bright and tail bushed in joy as he gets to explore the object of his life’s fixation. 

it would be nice if he could always smile like this, lunya thinks, beaming back when he glances down at her from time to time as if to make sure she’s still listening. like she would willingly stop—his passion for allag is nothing short of admirable and she’s not shy to show when something enraptures her. the fallen empire is entirely a mystery to her but she loves to learn as much as raha does, so she’s content to stay like this, helping to cull the tower of its less than pleasant inhabitants while he waxes poetic about how incredible this or that part of allagan technology was.  

but on the last floor they climb for the day, sati draws lunya’s attention from across the room, bouncing on her heels beneath the entry of one of seven hallways splintering from the room.  

“luuuunya!” sati chirps, beckoning to her excitedly, and it’s with a hint of reluctance that lunya turns away from raha. immediately, some of the other scholarly-inclined adventurers take her place in the crowd that’s formed around him, and lunya tries not to think too hard about how a'dewah looks at raha as he muses on the structural integrity of the bannisters and the enchantments that prevent people from flinging themselves to the ground floor. 

it’ll only be for a few moments, she assures herself. he is not likely to miss her, and sati wouldn’t call her if it wasn’t important. 

except it soon becomes clear that what counts as ‘important’ is vastly different between the two of them. when she turns the corner she’s met not just by the miqo'te lass but reese, hanami, zaya, and rjoli, who each give her some variation of the trademark adventurer’s nod. 

“what’s the matter?” lunya asks, peering past her friends to an unopened door behind them. there could be something drastic like chimeras in the next room, maybe. or perhaps zaya has lost another button on their sleeve, or the hem of rjoli’s coat is fraying again, or—

“it’s an experiment!” rjoli says merrily, handing her a small loaf of sweet bread—or at least, it’s small in the hrothgar’s hands. once in lunya’s own it seems to be the size of her own head, but she tears a piece off to nibble at it anyway. she can always pull her team of lalafellin friends aside later to share it. “if you are hungry—”

“we called you because you are being obvious,” hanami butts in with a click of her tongue. zaya observes the whole exchange curiously from her side, using the conversation as a chance to practice their sign language.

“hanami,” reese admonishes. “don’t talk over rjoli’s bread.”

lunya glances between her friends, completely lost. the only thing she’s sure about at this point is that this bread might need more help than illya, mint, and nini to finish. “would you care to explain what it is i’m being obvious about, and how it’s important enough that you just had to bring this up during work?”

sati squats down to her height, leaning close to conspiringly whisper, “y'know, ‘bout raha,” and lunya just about recoils right out of the tower with a splutter of horror.

“g'raha tia looks at you like you hang the moon in the night,” hanami declares from above, and now lunya’s certain this has to be some form of revenge for making the auri warrior dress up for her own nameday. “and you have been watching him like he carries the sun across the sky. it is infuriating.”

“oh, but when zaya does it—” a riled, embarrassed lunya starts to exclaim, and for once reese decides to actually be helpful and wedges her hand over lunya’s mouth before she can finish dragging their poor monk into this hellfire of a conversation. zaya turns an absolutely darling shade of pink beneath their facepaint, hands visibly cramping up midsign.

hanami scoffs. “they are just as bad,” she says, pearly teeth exposed and gleaming as white as her scales and the facepaint that lines her eyes when she grins, the image eerily reminiscent to that of a predator which has caught its prey. “i did not think you would admit to it so easily.”

“i’ve admitted nothing.” she’s known she’s had feelings for raha for more than half a turn around the sun now, but being the one teased for once is so embarrassing she’s almost sorry for all the times she’s bothered zaya. her only consolation is they haven’t explicitly pointed out that it’s not a crush anymore.

rjoli chuckles, a wiggling blob of pink in the corner of her eye.

“i’ve heard a rumor,” he tells lunya with no shortage of meddling uncle-esque glee. “a whisper on a north-westerly wind that says our little historian would like to adventure with you once the expedition is over.”

MAJJ MISTRAL, lunya shrieks internally, hoping her stupid friend can sense her malevolent energy from the main room and take a spill over the side of the stairs, safety enchantments be damned. ishgard will not miss a second azure dragoon that it hasn’t met yet.

“there is nothing wrong with it, [ocean jewel].” the strange, foreign words rjoli speaks to them in wash over her like a saltwater in a cove through the echo before he reaches out and pats her head, careful to not jostle the comb that holds her bunny ears in place. “don’t we all deserve a little happiness?”

“you’re ruining my hair, rjo,” lunya sulks, but she leans upwards into his palm anyway. “what does that have to do with anything?”

“still be together after this,” zaya signs slowly enough for lunya to catch each gesture. “not s… e… p…”

separated, rjoli signs for them, zaya copying the motion, and lunya feels a burst in pride and fondness at the sight. it’ll be something to gush about to papalymo and tataru later, but for now she shuts her affection down with a frown.

“if you expect me to say something to him, do not. i’m not going to risk ruining our friendship.”

“i do not think you have anything to say that could,” soothes reese, kneeling down next to sati so lunya won’t have to crane her neck even further to see her. stupid tall races. “i’ve known raha since we were in the studium, lunya. he is different with—”

if lunya were to be frank, zaya and reese are both being incredibly bold to participate in this conversation when they’re the two members of their little squad voted most likely to eat their feelings and wouldn’t recognize flirting if lord haurchefant proposed marriage to her.

“drop it,” she hisses then as a ruin starts to churn in her stomach and she swats reese’s smothering, overly doting hand away. she’s sick of this conversation and she’s sick of the others assuming things of raha, reese’s long-standing sort-of-friendship with him be damned. “we’re done talking about this."  

the others awkwardly look away from each other, unable to really argue further. even among themselves, the warriors of light are not exactly famous for communicating when they’re not in the heat of battle, and lunya’s always made a point of not teasing them once past their limits. reese just sighs as she helps sati stand. 

"we may as well kill whatever’s behind this door while we’re here,” the elezen says, and hanami makes a noise of satisfaction at the news that they can finally get knee-deep in monster guts again.

except they don’t, because when they coax the door open through rjoli and lunya’s magic there are no monsters or other ancient traps behind. instead, steps descend into a small garden of crystal-like flowers spanning across the circular room, butterflies with glasslike wings fluttering to and fro overhead like they hadn’t been suddenly woken from a five millennia-long sleep. rjoli makes a soft noise of delight at the sight as he carefully tries to not tumble down the stairs, eo sigun finally poking their head from his mane before flitting towards the shimmering flowers with an excited burst of pixie dust. zaya’s eyes gleam as they, sati, and reese squat down to examine them up close, and though it’s not what she expected, hanami seems content enough with their discovery. 

before lunya can get more than five hyuran paces into the room to join them there’s a low, impressed whistle from behind her, and she turns to find raha standing in the doorway, a tome tucked beneath his arm and looking nonchalant as he scans the room over her head. 

“i was wondering where everyone ran off to,” he explains when he catches their quizzical stares—or lunya’s, at least, for the rest of their friends are engaged in a hushed conversation among the flowers. raha remains focused on her as he strides forward, carefully stepping over the largest clusters of crystal. “i suppose there was no reason to worry without the sound of explosions.”

(behind her there’s a small chingling as gil exchanges hands and reese lets out a soft, triumphant hoot of “i was right!”

“by twenty seconds!” sati whisper-whines back. “he has no control—”

“he has too much,” rjoli complains jokingly. “i was sure he would look for her sooner.”)

“no, you still should’ve been,” lunya grumbles before she turns to hanami—or the spot hanami was in. when she looks around she just barely catches the scaled tip of zaya’s tail disappearing beyond the doorway, and sighs. she’s going to throttle all five of them once they return to camp, twelve help her. 

raha doesn’t even notice they’ve been left alone together with a stealth entirely surprising from all of her friends. or maybe he has and he just doesn’t care. 

“curious. why would they have a garden in the tower?” he’s busy musing from the center of the room, where he sits and watches the glass butterflies flit across the ceiling. it’s said soft enough to be a question for himself alone, but when she comes to sit with him he hands her a stick of graphite, tapping his opened tome on the floor in front of him to indicate that he wants to hear her thoughts too. 

lunya hums contemplatively as she pulls the book onto her lap to scratch sketches of the flowers and butterflies onto a fresh page. “not everything needs a grand purpose. it’s pretty.”

and it is—the walls of the tower are thinner here, perhaps to let sunshine in. this late in the day, though, just dredges of the sunset filter through instead, and the flowers catch half-light through their thin petals. it feels like this garden is frozen in a time entirely separate from the rest of the tower. 

raha makes a soft noise in agreement, even though the way his brow pinches tells her he’s not entirely convinced. either way, they sit quietly together for a few minutes, her shoulder pressed against his elbow and the only sounds in the room being the skritch skritch of graphite on parchment; the low, nearly silent flap of gossamer wings above them; and the distant, muffled chatter from down the hall.

“i’ve been wondering for a while,” lunya starts after a moment, smudging a dark streak over the drawn stem of an almost-jonquil. “what did you hope you’d achieve from the expedition? besides understanding your eye.”

raha doesn’t even hesitate, the answer coming to him like it’s a speech he’s recited a dozen times before. “reese thinks otherwise, and i know what doga and unei said, but i believe the crystal tower emerging in this age is a gift.” he leans closer to her to squint at the small collection of diagrams she’s quickly assembled for him, running his thumb along the thin line of a butterfly’s wing. “'tis dangerous, certainly. but so is fire, which keeps us warm, and water, which sustains us. for all the destruction the allagans caused, i cannot believe that is all they did—like this room, there must have been good along with the bad.

"if the secrets of allag—of the tower—have the means, i’d like to make a brighter future,” he tells her when she turns to look right at him—and lunya fully believes he will even before she sees how his earnesty makes his face alight. “sharlayan protects the past well enough. someone needs to look forward.”

“a lofty goal,” she notes, but entirely kind and sincere, “but a noble one. and what of the present?”

raha grins. “that’s why we have you, is it not?”

oh, wonderful. he’s being earnest, which is bad enough for her heart even before he turns that one thousand lightning crystal grin at her. she cannot help the way her eyes scrunch with a soft crescent of a smile when a laugh bubbles from her chest, propelling her to shove at his arm to hide how affection leaves its mark as a colour in her cheeks. “be serious! you’re really leaving this up to some adventurer?”

“you’re not just some adventurer,” raha reminds her as he stands, accepting his book back when she offers it. “at least, you’re not to me.”

“very well, lord raha,” lunya concedes, giving him her hand to help her up, his hand entirely ensconcing hers. “if you should protect the future, i will be the blade at your side that cuts a way through the present.”

carefully, he reaches out to tuck her hair behind her ear, and she watches, enchanted, as a butterfly gently settles on his shoulder. the crystals refract twilight across his face, and not for the first time she wishes it were easier to be at eye level with him, to see how the splintered light shines. “i am counting on you, lady lanya.”

twelve, she’s weak for him. but she so wholeheartedly trusts in him, so fervently believes he will make the future he wants to see. he makes lunya want to live up to her mantle—bringer of light, warrior of light. if he truly thinks she’s worthy of carrying the torch towards his future she wants to prove him right. because…

she loves him. she really, truly does. it’s not a little bit at this point. and… it hasn’t been that way in quite a while, hasn’t it? the revelation isn’t distressing like it had been the first time. standing here with him, in the twilight of the ancients and an eternal garden, realizing not for the first time that she loves him simply feels like the homecoming of spring to aldenard, of frost giving way to flowers and birdsong and the rising wind eternal, like it’s all part of the natural order of the universe.

raha presses his thumb into the dip in her cheek from her smile and—

“l-lunya?” comes a shy call from the door, and lunya takes a step away from raha and her ridiculous feelings and the realization that hey, wait a minute, what am i doing? raha doesn’t feel that way, idiot! to cross the room to illya, who looks rather mortified for someone who probably hasn’t realized exactly what she’s interrupted. the taller lalafell makes a small noise of surprise as lunya all but drags her down the steps to where she and raha were most certainly not having a tender moment. chatter spills from lunya’s lips in what hopefully looks more like excitement than her shot nerves. 

“illya, look how darling this room is." 

"i-it’s lovely, truly,” illya stammers, looking nervously over at raha. when lunya glances back toward him, he seems strangely sulky but still paying attention. “but lunya, i was told to call you and g'raha tia back to… to end the e-expe… expebp… to go back down the tower for the day." 

"very well,” comes raha’s grumble before he stretches, rolling a knot from his shoulders that has lunya fussing over non-existent dirt on illya’s pristine white robes, desperately trying to not think about his bare shoulders and how his muscles flare as he moves his arms. 

illya catches lunya’s eye in the midst of it, mouth forming a small oh that she thankfully doesn’t vocalize when she sees lunya’s flushed face. lunya silently thanks the twelve that illya is not the kind of person who teases, unlike herself, and not for the first time she wonders if she should be putting more effort into being a gentle person like her younger friend. 

…it’d probably be a futile effort.

when they reemerge into the main room it takes a while for the others to notice to return. coco and hanabi are the first, waving at lunya from where they’re helping scrawl down allagan runes from a pillar while reese determinedly shovels bread rolls in her mouth, looking anywhere but in her direction. the rest of her interrogation team is wisely scattered about—rjoli and sati have gotten swept up in what looks like their own miniature dance-off with illya’s group of friends, and the girl in question quickly shuffles off to watch. across the room zaya and hanami amicably sit in silence, watching the bustle of the others running about. 

“i believe this is enough for the day,” raha announces behind her to a mixture of cheers and groans at the thought of going back down all those steps. “do remember to check in with a member of the sons when we make it back to the find.”

as the others begin to shuffle around to pick up waylaid weapons and chicken-scratched notes and an allagan construct’s head that gets several people hollering PUT THAT DOWN, ELWIN! and LUMELLE, DON’T HELP HIM!!! raha turns to lunya with a smile. 

“shall we, madam?” he sweeps into a mocking bow, waving a hand toward the stairs. “we have a dinner reservation at mor dhona’s finest restaurant—st. coinach’s rustiest soup pot." 

"don’t let rowena hear you say that unless you wish to lose your tail,” lunya mutters, though she doesn’t bother to hide her snicker. before she can move towards him, raha leaps down three steps, looking over his shoulder at her with boundless mischief in his eyes.  

“make haste, adventurer! this is to be a race!” he calls to her with a massive shite-eating grin, and then he breaks into a sprint down the stairs, the arrows in their quiver bouncing at his back as he dashes down what’ll be a half-dozen set of floors like a fool. the real one must be lunya, though, as she freezes in his chaotic wake and her heart does a little tapdance at the very words he used during their first meeting. when she finally snaps out of it a second later he’s already halfway to the next set of stairs, and her competitive spirit lights a fire beneath her heels as she dashes to the railing. behind her there’s a scuffle as some of their more energetic adventurers scramble to catch up, haphazardly carrying crates and tomes and swords as they rush to join the impromptu little race back to the find. 

“when you slip and split your head on the steps i won’t heal you!” lunya yells after him as she pulls herself up on the bannister, laughter rising from somewhere below. raha did say the rails were enchanted to prevent falling over the side, after all, and if she were to fly forward he would most certainly catch her. 

as they begin yet another game of chase, it feels like flowers are blossoming in her heart, a trail of petals furling behind her as she’s engulfed in her ever-growing love for him.

iii. summer

the fourth umbral moon sweeps in vylbrand’s last dredges of heat and alights all of la noscea with a cacophony of sound and colour as the final weeks of summer beckons moonfire faire in. costa del sol is bedecked in bombard lanterns and booths and carnival games, and when word makes its way to the find of the festivities there comes an agreement—with only some protest by rammbroes—to take a break from the expedition for the week. 

eastern la noscea is close to home; almost too close. but when lunya searches within for the fear of seeing her family here she finds none. instead, as she watches raha steadily weave through the crowd of festival-goers ahead of her, his tail sways in a gentle rhythm compared to the unsteady tremble of her heart.

she’s been alone with him plenty of times before, and it’s not as if they’re even truly alone today—the rest of the expedition team is scattered around the resort, and she knows some of the scions must be around too if the sight of hanami and zaya flinging thancred into the sea was any indication. but the difference this time is that nyneve cheerily told her that this counted as a date while she spritzed a flowery perfume on lunya’s wrist, and then teleported out of the rising stones before any protests could be made. it’s a ridiculous thought to overthink like lunya has: you have to ask someone on a date, and you need to have romantic interest in them. raha didn’t. doesn’t. but that doesn’t stop the blush that creeps deeper up the back of her neck and flushes across her cheeks and ears when she tries to look directly at him. 

she knows she’s being stupid. her nameday had been the moon before, yet she’s still acting like she's… well, she doesn’t quite know what age this behavior would be expected at, but she remembers some of the older girls from the arcanists’ guild turning into idiots on the rare occasions guildmaster k'rhid showed his smarmy face around mealvaan’s gate. gods, she’s turned into one of them, hasn’t she?

when she looks up, thinking of her old guildmaster and the secrets behind his fluffy hair and how he’s definitely not as handsome as raha is, it’s to a distinct lack of any red in front of her.

“raha?” his name falls from her unbidden as she looks for any sign of her wayward companion, finding nothing but a haze of unfamiliar faces. she doesn’t want to say she’s afraid of crowds—it’s not that simple—but to lose sight of raha so suddenly is unnerving, especially when everywhere she looks she’s met with more and more legs. 

he couldn’t have gotten far, lunya reasons, backing up as far as she can out of the crowd until her back hits a bench that she can hop on top of, away from the heavy footfall of the passerby that could easily turn into a stampede. she’ll be fine. her friends are just a linkpearl away, and raha will have an easier time looking for her than she’ll have looking for him. all she has to do is stay put and—

“are you alone, miss?”

the lalafellin man who grabs her shoulder doesn’t remove his hand when she turns around even when she’s visibly tense and ready to strike. he actually steps closer, which makes her think he might not know who she is. or maybe he does, and he has a death wish. he seems like just another festival attendee and harmless enough besides his blatant disregard for her personal space, but lunya’s not eager to fight off unwanted advances today, and especially not while she’s on the verge of getting back a bad memory. 

she puts on her shiniest, fakest ul'dahn smile—the one she picked up from dealing with men bragging about their wealth to someone who could hardly care less at the ossuary—and takes a step back. the man is visibly dismayed by the lack of positive reaction, but he’s not put off enough to just leave her be already. 

“perhaps i could steal you for a drink at the flying shark?”

“actually,” lunya hears herself say while she thinks about whether or not a bio spell would be too noticeable, “i’m waiting for some friends, so if you would please excuse me—”

“oh, i understand!” the stranger laughs. why won’t he let go? “but i would feel terrible if i left such a lovely woman on her own in a crowd, you see.”

it would be terrible for the warrior of light to strike a civilian, she reminds herself, still wearing a patient smile. absolutely terrible. “i assure you i will be alright, good sir.”

“oh, goodness, no,” the man exclaims, aghast. “i’ll keep you company until they arrive, if you don’t mind.”

i do mind, actually, lunya wants to say along with no less than a dozen casual insults over his choice in dye colours—the nerve of this man approaching her wearing halatali yellow and salmon pink in tandem, he looks like a ham sandwich —but what comes out instead is a squeak as her gravity tips and she falls into the unexpected chest against her back, bare arms coming to twine around her middle.

“there you are,” raha breathes against her ear, and it’s like the descent of summer on the valleys of vylbrand, a theoretical sun casting its warmth into every nook and cranny in her body. “i’ve been looking all over for you.”

the stranger splutters. when lunya dares to to the side up, her dear friend and savior is gazing at the lalafellin man with both disinterest and a strange smugness. his tail is wound around her knee, the tip tapping gently against the back like a hot poker.

“my apologies,” the stranger says, looking far more irritated than sorry as he bows to them both. “i didn’t realize the warrior of light already had a beau.”

the words make lunya’s face even warmer, and she can only stare blankly as the other lalafell stomps away from them and disappears in the crowd. behind her, raha makes a small hmph of irritation.

“a beau—” she twists in his arms as well as she can, hoping the dying light hides what feels an awful lot like an embarrassed blush on her face. raha’s ears are laid flat against his head, but when he catches her looking up at him they begin to perk up a bit. “my, sir raha, i wasn’t aware you had any intention in courting me.”

“alas, he spoiled it,” raha fake-groans, dropping his head onto her shoulder. “i meant to ask you over dinner first and then take you on a whirlwind date through northern thanalan, whence we could take turns taking potshots at the garleans by the castrum with a slingshot.”

“how romantic,” lunya coos. however joking and silly, the exchange on top of his proximity makes her shudder, but he must take it as her being cold for he wraps himself around her even more. she strides through it as best as she can, patting his head before stepping away. “how long were you listening?”

when raha huffs she bites down a smile. “long enough to know he needed to leave. there are few people worthy of my attention when i am on vacation, but there are even fewer worthy of yours.”

“i am a warrior of light,” she reminds him, finally caving to the grin that forms when a laugh peels from her. the corners of his eyes wrinkle at the sound, though a pout remains firmly on his face. “i’m not certain we get proper vacations.”

“you are a warrior, yes. not an indentured servant,” her sweet, hopelessly stubborn boy insists, looking up at her through those stupidly long lashes of his. the breeze shifts his hair past his crimson eye, and as ever she’s struck by just how lovely the colour is. “you need not spend your effort on anyone or anything unless you want to.”

when she looks for a way to respond—something to tell him other than a pathetic ’no one’s told me that before’ or a ‘so, you?’—her thoughts are washed away by raucous cheers as fireworks begin to splinter across costa del sol’s sky. the movement of raha turning to look distracts her— 

it is not her first time seeing fireworks and it won’t be her last, but this is the first time they’ve failed to dazzle her, when the face of the man who may very well be her best friend is painted a kaleidoscope of colour by their vibrance. white reflects like moonlight off his crimson hair, the shadows of his bangs dusted ochre and cinnamon as they sweep across his brow. the green of vylbrand’s rolling fields dapple down to the tip of his nose, and the rhotano’s blue and thanalan’s bronze twilights seem to roll across his jawline, seeping violet in the turn of his lips. rose blooms in the dip in his cheek, in that little pocket that rises whenever he smiles as she leans in and tells him the secrets she’s told no other. gold freckles his lashes and when he blinks it’s like seeing the sunrise for the first time again, rays of light breaking over the teal sea and the sky set aglow with vermillion. 

oh.

twenty summers and half the realm traced in the soles of her boots and lunya doesn’t think she’s ever seen anything quite like this. she’s never once been short on affection for raha, but… looking at him like this, caressed by the warm breeze of the merlthor and under the curtain of a million stars, his gentle and affectionate words sinking into her chest and tasting of la noscean oranges and seasalt, the very image of him resonating so close to the feeling of home it makes her ache, she sees just how hard she’s really fallen.

and the image of home reminds her that she can’t have him.

“lunya?” raha’s stopped watching the fireworks, but they continue to shed their colours on his concerned expression and it sends a pounding noise ringing through her ears. “is everything alright, my friend?" 

"peachy,” lunya answers in nearly a whisper, wishing a hole would open up beneath her and warp her far, far away from here and her traitorous heart. 

she’s not alright. raha is too good, to her and for her. he deserves more than a hypocrite who speaks in half-truths and can’t even begin to make up for all the time she’s spent hurting others. even if he did have feelings for her in turn—and he doesn’t, no matter what reese says, and she forces that into her heart as the truth because what good will it do otherwise?—all she knows how to do is hurt. they call her a healer, but it’s a stretch: her physicks burn and her adloquiums boil and she knows her friends have taught themselves to hide how much she hurts them when she so desperately wants to fix them. her blood is drenched with poison and hellfire and the end of times, and her magic will never sing of the return of spring like theo’s or a summer lit with fireflies like a'dewah’s.

the twelve dictated long ago that she cannot know lasting happiness, but this is a flavour of heartbreak she is so unused to the taste of. 

and lunya, the warrior of light, the champion of eorzea, ever the martyr, says, “i was just thinking.” she crushes her own heart in her fist and swallows it, donning her brightest, sunniest smile; one of the kinds she realizes she’s been keeping just for him for a while now. she leaves the ends of what that statement could be to rest in the wind, where maybe someday she’ll pull them in and unwrap the words for him and him alone. “maybe i’ll tell you about it later.”

(she won’t.) 

“…i’ll hold you to it,” raha says casually, though they both know he will not and her assurances aren’t enough to settle the worry in his brow. the fireworks have finally sizzled into nothingness but it’s the last thing on lunya’s mind. “you know, i saw a booth some ways back with candied oranges. i failed to obtain any before i needed to away and save a princess, but i do remember where it was.”

“oh, you,” lunya playfully swoons, the inside of her mouth tasting of bile and a cloyingly fake sweetness, a bitterness she has felt so many times before. 

not for the first time, she dons her mask. in a final betrayal to her home, she becomes an actress once more and all the world is her stage. ul'dah was too small to blot out her light and now she must fool the audience of her final performance: her heart.

she presses the back of her palm to her forehead before she steps back toward his now outstretched arm, allowing him the rare honor of scooping her up to set her upon his shoulders. “you truly know the way to a woman’s heart, sir raha.”

his knees make a small crack as he stands, heaving a relieved sigh as he’s finally freed from the squat he put himself in. he jibes, “you know the saying: sweets for the sweet. would you be willing to share some with your most loyal knight, your highness?”

“absolutely not.” she presses her cheek into the crown of his head, the tip of her pointed ear following the curve of his, and prays the rush of the crowd won’t betray how hard her heart is pounding as they weave around a sea of giggling hyuran girls and a roegadyn woman showing off for them. “but i’ll buy you a miqo'bob.”

his ear flicks against her face and she squeaks, raha shaking with laughter when she does. 

“with tuna,” he adds unnecessarily through silent giggles, as if she doesn’t already know. “i’ll be paying for your candy in turn, of course.”

lunya grabs his ears and tugs until raha whines a soft nooo! “g'raha tia, you will let me pay for my own snacks or so help me i will kill you."  

"come now, you love me too much to even fathom the thought,” raha ribs as he squeezes her ankle in return, and lunya makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh as she silently cedes.

if only he knew.

“besides, what can you do from up there? bite my ears off? OW— lunya! it was a joke!”

iv. fall

after losing three of their companions at the top of the crystal tower, it seems only right for the last days of autumn to usher frost into mor dhona.

the sons and the ironworks labour tirelessly to find the key into the world of darkness, employing every tool and tome at their disposal to unlock one of the tower’s greatest secrets. the scholarly members of the adventurer team stick around to help—but not lunya. a lover of learning and a talented arcanist she may be but a true scholar she is not, and doga and unei’s lives are not something she is willing to gamble her uneducated cents on.

(it’s not because she is a coward and a fool in equal measures. she is avoiding no one—)

but the bells stretch dangerously on into days, and there is only so much for adventurers to do locally when half of the area is off-limits to anyone who is afraid of frogs. lunya makes do with her weaving work and cleaning around the she rising stones, doing her best to not look at the distant spire of the crystal tower rising to the east when she crosses the toll to make her deliveries to the house of splendors, and when new adventurers sweep in bearing flashes of crimson, she throws herself into the repetitive motions of snipping and sewing and sweeping and shining even harder than before.

it’s between bouts of sparring with h'lios and majj (though it’s more like play-fighting with the latter) as a little show for the refugee doman children that she finds a letter in her hands smelling of tea and lilacs, delivered not by a moogle but a sprightly miqo'te with rose-taupe hair and a sunny smile who assured her miss gyokuro yamashiro was a friend of his and she was not expecting a written reply. 

the letter… is frustrating to say the least.

but that’s how lunya winds up back in the find with the rest of the adventurer team, pots of beef stew and other foods carefully arranged on the backs of several chocobos, still feeling like she shouldn’t be there but knowing there is only so long she can delay the inevitable. 

their mounts announce their arrival before they can, ube’s cheery kweh! drawing the eyes of the swarm of sons rushing back and forth across the camp up the hill. when the first of them realizes the adventurer team has come bearing lunch and chaos breaks out, lunya sees none of it, looking past the relieved flood of orange for any sign of crimson hair. 

raha is normally the first to greet her when she arrives, but there’s no trace of him out by the supply crates or on the scaffolds. maybe he just doesn’t want to see her, which is a stupid thing to feel terrible about because she hadn’t wanted to see him either. while thinking too hard over it she doesn’t notice the large hand hovering beside her until einar clamps down on her shoulder. 

“yeyema,” her brother says just loud enough for her alone to hear, and lunya nearly falls off ube in surprise. he smiles apologetically at her as she jostles in her chocobo’s saddle to glare at him. “go look for him.”

“who do you mean?” lunya asks, drawing the tension that catches in her voice as thin as possible. is she so obvious that even einar—who wouldn’t know what to do if someone pretty told him they wanted to hold his hand—can see how she feels? 

einar pulls her off her chocobo, and for a moment lunya feels like she is barely thirteen summers again and he didn’t have that strange tattoo on his back before he went and disappeared on carteneau and she forgot his name and face for half a decade. 

“g'raha tia is a good man,” he says, and as she looks upon his one golden eye she wonders what he sees when he looks at her now, a distant echo of the girl he met on pearl lane all those years ago. her reflection in his eyes looks like an idiot with these bunny ears. “his affection for allag does not stop him from looking after others—he cares deeply, and for you especially.”

“i don’t need your approval.” she frowns, chin raised in defiance even as her shoulders sink in defeat once he’s set her on the ground. “and i think you assume too much from him, especially now.”

“but you wanted it,” einar rightfully guesses with a chuckle, and she looks down, bangs falling before her eyes. he pats her head. “do not be scared of the answers to your questions, little moon. you’ve grown more than you know. he does not hate you.”

the bud of hope that blooms in her chest at his assurances is small. meaningless, she wants to say, but she doesn’t because einar is not someone who says things he doesn’t fully believe. and she wants to believe him—believe that she hasn’t damaged her friendship with raha irreversibly.

“i’m not usually wont to taking advice from the man who mistook a jar of bombard cores for pineapple buns,” lunya cedes with a wry smile, einar turning pink at the years-old memory. “but if you insist.”

her brother beams even as he scratches the back of his ear in embarrassment, and she leaves him there with ube’s reins to break free of the flood of hungry researchers and adventurers. she traces a path through the camp, past the lines of red canvas tents and down to the shore, not bothering to stop by their shared tent.

raha is right where she expects him to be, skipping pebbles across silvertear lake’s surface. it’s a strange reversal of the way he normally finds her here, practicing her dancing in solace, and without her orchestrion it’s uncomfortably quiet besides the gentle hush of the waves lapping against the shoreline and crinkle of crystallized foliage beneath her boots as she approaches. his ears swivel toward her as she does, though he does not look back. 

“found you,” she says softly to break the silence, just loud enough for him to hear. 

“lunya,” raha greets, and she is so familiar with the faultlines of his heart that she can hear the strain in his voice before he even looks to her and it becomes all too clear that he’s exhausted, dark moons pooled beneath his eyes and a weary line drawn across his brow. he is used to burning candles down to stems for research, but he’d been better about it since they first breached the tower doors at the beginning of spring.

it’s her fault that he’s like this now.

she thinks about the letter that made her come down here early, of gyo’s plea for her to come back and talk to raha about the day they lost doga and unei, to set aside the angry words that had fallen from both of them in the aftermath—not that lunya was proud of her childishness or how quickly she had turned to impulse and hurtful jabs again. the memory of their fight tastes like a nightmare at the back of her throat, burning dark like bile in her mouth.

  the battle was a disaster, more than half of their little alliance of adventurers falling victim to the echo and a vision of an age long past. anyone left standing had a half dozen enemies to deal with each, and lunya herself recovered right on time for one of doga’s doubles to hurl a fireball at her while sati was busy pulling her rapier out of an almost-unei. 

before the inferno could fully dislodge itself from its focus, raha was there, piercing a barrage of arrows through the false doga and any other clone that dared to cross his line of vision. when another rose up from behind him to smash her stave against his head, lunya could only react on impulse, lunging forward and shoving her friend down by the knees as an adloquium pooled beneath her open palm. her eyes compounded for but a moment, a million butterfly scales fluttering forth to protect raha first before herself, until her shield faltered and shattered against her hand and sharp allagan metal sliced her palm open. 

the gasp of pain she let out was drowned out with a sizzle as the air around her began to boil until it burst, an instinctive flare of her own solar fire incinerating the not-quite unei and sending herself ricocheting across the room. her next memory of the fight was of theo’s ishgardian curses as he frantically pressed a cure into her head, the corpses of unei and doga’s copies littered across the throne room and the rest of the expedition team in a complete disarray.

raha was there too, brow knit with something more than worry as lunya brushed theo’s mothering hand away. sure, her head hurt, and maybe her hand was still bleeding, but from where she was crumpled on the ground she could see there were others worse off than herself. against raha and theo’s joint protests she pushed herself up, shaking off the worst of the lingering pain of getting flung across the room by her own explosion to limp over to ninira.

“lunya, stop,” raha repeated as he followed after her. tension made his shoulders as stiff and long as the horizon, his tail lashing in frustration as he hovered over her shoulder. she hadn’t responded at first, murmuring a tense apology to ninira as she singed a physick against her sister-mage’s burnt arm and ignored the pain of her own hands beneath her bandages. at the time, what raha had to say hardly seemed important next to tending to the injuries of their friends.

“lunya,” raha said louder. “you need to stop expending your mana.”

the huff that left her was heavier and more heated than the worst of vylbrand’s summer typhoons as she turned from ninira, who quickly stood and scuttled away. agitation rolled off raha in waves as she hissed, the harshness of her voice grating to her own ears, “if you’re not bleeding then stay out of the way.”

“not bleeding, she says!” raha scoffed as he stomped his boot on the floor, the laces keeping the leather bound around his calf dislodging as he did. “have you even looked at yourself?”

…she hadn’t, honestly, but she could already imagine the scorched ends of her hair and the exhaustion across her face, or how her hands glowed and bled in tandem as her aether twisted in protest over its strain. 

“—no reason for you to take that strike for me,” raha said, and something inside of lunya began to boil. 

“'haps if you’d pull that gigantic ‘ead of yours out of your arse,” lunya breathed, low and venomous, “you would not have been at risk to be hit.”

“i am not so arrogant to act like i do not need help.” for the first time, she found that the colour of raha’s eyes angered her as he glared down at her, the sanguine hue looking more like a shard of dalamud than a comforting summer sky. “and i am not so foolish as to throw myself in the face of every possible danger.”

there was a soft, worried murmur somewhere over her shoulder. it might have been rjoli, or maybe it was theo, but in the moment it didn’t matter as lunya finally snapped, eyes aglow with the dark dusk of a la noscean storm.

“'tis a right shame, truly,” she said bitterly, “that you clearly don’t know when you aren’t wanted." 

immediately, she knew that she had gone too far, had pressed viciously on the one bruise she thought she knew better than to. she could have apologized then and there. their promise of traveling the lands, crossing the sea, taking to the skies upon the eternal wind together—it could still be hers. except…

raha was right. she was arrogant, a fool. one too stubborn to let sleeping dogs lie. when he froze, hurt and betrayal writ clear on his face, her pride would not let her give in to the guilt or regret that overwhelmed her in the wake of her unwarranted violence.

so she chose to leave that wound as it was. the silence between them shattered as she turned on her heel with the sound of a blistering homeward gale and the scent of brine, breaking into motes of aetherlight as her return spell bled from her still-open wounds and spirited her away from the tower and the surely broken pieces of what was her most precious friendship.

so she chose the coward’s way out. the silence between them shattered as she turned on her heel with the sound of a blistering homeward gale and the scent of brine, breaking into motes of aetherlight as her return spell bled from her still-open wounds and spirited her away from the tower and the surely broken pieces of what was her most precious friendship.

it seemed more obvious than ever that everything she did ended up hurting the ones she wanted to protect.

 she’s an idiot.

how many nights in the bath had she spent scrubbing angrily at her skin until she had turned pink? the anger she’s carried for a decade, half her life, still festers beneath, still boils—a deep-rooted hatred for those who had set the floorboards of her childhood aflame, at the injustice that filled every crack and splinter of ul'dah’s streets and her people, at susuna for her abuse and manipulation, at kichirou and einar for abandoning her, at her own helplessness in the face of all of that and more. she could pull the stems of the weeds again and again, but its roots still remain and it’s always just a matter of time before she returns to the monster susuna taught her to be.

she is not a good person, not someone worthy of even standing in the radiance of someone as kind and bright as raha, whose future glows with a million stars. unlike herself, raha is not cruel, having bore injustice on his shoulders before he even knew what the word meant. if she steps over the threshold of ‘just friends’ she may drown him with her. 

but—

'he looks lost without you,’ gyo had written, each letter looped across a sheet of parchment with a sense of carefreeness that made it clear she hadn’t hesitated in writing them. ’no one wants to see the two of you hurt, sweetling.’

"i hadn’t thought—” raha’s hesitating. he is normally so much more verbose than this, but whose fault is that if not hers? “for what it is worth, i'm—”

“do not apologize,” lunya warns him, her nails digging crescents in her palms. she doesn’t deserve any semblance of an apology after what she’s done, not when she’s yet to beg for forgiveness herself. “not until i do.”

his shoulders fall, burdened with tiredness and her own trademark stubbornness, and she swallows her nerves when he looks at her in resignment, giving her a silent go-ahead. 

now or never then.

“i’m sorry. i can’t take back what i said but i never should have said it, you didn’t deserve to hear that at all and i can’t apologize enough for just stepping on your trust like that. i’m sorry i had to pick a fight at the worst possible time for everyone, and you are allowed to hate me for it and you can yell if that’d make you feel better, i—”

“i’m not angry at you,” raha cuts in, pinching the bridge of his nose.

…what?

maybe she’s just… imagining it. naturally, since she’s some kind of glutton for punishment, she hesitantly says, “you have full right to be,” just in case he changes his mind.

“i do,” raha agrees, sundown gaze piercing her like a straight shot. “but i’m not.”

lunya blinks. once. twice. she fights the urge to pinch her arm or rub at her eyes to make sure she’s actually awake or in the proper realm of existence.

“i forgive you,” raha says without a hint of hesitation and it makes her want to smack her fist against his shoulder. he’s more of a warrior of light than she is, with his unconditional love for the world he hasn’t seen in its entirety and all of the people in it. he’s going to make a fine adventurer once this is over. “i know. i understand the desire to protect. but lunya—you don’t have to take care of me.”

he’s starting to ramble now like an overturned barrel at the lakeside. it’s not pretty and it’s not fluid, but it doesn’t matter because her apology wasn’t either and now she finds herself interrupting him.

“so long as it’s you, i want to,” she assures him, impulse and the encouraging words of her loved ones and all the times he’s repeated old conversations of theirs that made her heart skip a beat driving her forward. “you always tell me to be more selfish—why are those words meant for me alone? what about you?" 

"i—we can ill afford to lose you, lunya. eorzea cannot go on without you. the warriors cannot.” he’s shaking his head at her, so fervent in his belief but so wrong. the warriors stand united. their ranks will not break if even one of them should fall. they may mourn and they may grieve, but they will carry on for those they have lost, for those they can yet save. 

she just doesn’t want raha to be another name on that list.

“and i cannot afford to lose you, stupid. you must not have noticed, but you’ve become essential to me.” she may as well just cut out her heart and sew it into the sleeves of her robes at this point as she continues, still incensed, “so no, i won’t not take care of you. you’ve always done the same for me. you brat.”

raha crosses his arms, fingers digging into the sides of his doublet as he exhales deeply through his nose. he’s not angry. he really isn’t. she can tell now that she’s not muddled by fear of losing him, but she still digs uneasily at her wrists through her halfgloves as she waits for him to piece together his next thoughts.

“you asked me what i meant to learn from the tower and i spoke only the truth.” the words do not flow from him so much as they are hashed out, rough and tired, the tautness of his shoulders and the fold of his sanguine eye forming a horizon line from where the sun refuses to sink and instead sears a hole straight through her heart. “i want to make a brighter future—but it is not that simple anymore, lunya.”

he kneels before her then, taking her hand in his as he has a hundred times before and like it is only the most natural state of the universe. lunya stares dizzily at him, unable to even blink.

“i want to see you in that future.” his fingers trail along the back of her palm, the sensation white-hot as he traces the dazzling tails of falling stars into her skin. “tomorrow, the day after, next week, next year, always. you are not just the heroine of a story to be recorded for the generations—you are beyond dear, beyond essential to me, and there is naught i wouldn’t suffer to keep you safe.”

under the weight of his affection, lunya all but crumbles, the fight draining from her as she looks at his flattened ears and the earnest light in his eyes. she raises her other hand to smother the tears that dew in her eyelashes, though she is unable to catch the way a sob forces its way from her throat. her heart is one messily stitched together, torn apart by broken promises and desperately held together still by the wishes of the realm. but as it stands now, as she stands in the reminder that there are people who still care about her for more than her titles, people who want to stay with her as she learns how to heal, lunya thinks she wouldn’t quite mind if love is what rips this heart of hers apart at the seams and if love is what will sew it back together again.

“…you need to take a break,” she tells him without looking, the words watery as she grips his hand in her own as hard as she dares. his palm is thrice larger than her own but the way they connect still feels natural. “come on, we brought lunch.”

but before she can turn and drag him back towards camp, raha crushes her into an embrace, one that threatens to make her heart explode and kill them both on the spot. he’s in a good mood again, at least, so she lets him have this (and if she’s to be honest, she lets herself have it too). 

“lunya,” he says against her ear before he pulls back, and though her mind says to look away, her heart, as ever, follows the sound of his voice and her name on his tongue, whispered like it is something sacred and not just a word she plucked from the broken pieces of her grieving heart as a child. when she looks him in the eye again, she’s floored by way tenderness smooths his brow, a rare vulnerability in the nervous quirk of his lip once he’s sure he has her attention. “you won’t forget any of that, right?"  

without waiting for her to even start thinking of a response, he picks her up and saddles her on his shoulders, making a dash back to the camp with a triumphant cheer of "syhrwyda’s steeeeeeew!” lunya laughing in surprise above him, all their grievances forgiven in that final happy motion.

when they crest over the hill to their tent, it’s to the sight of three of lunya’s friends coming from the other direction. laurelis breaks into a huge smile when she sees them, shaking kirishimi’s stew-bearing arm with her free hand as she cradles a stack of cutlery and plates. illya beams when she sees lunya and raha together again, and there’s hardly a trace of shyness on her face when she eagerly hands a small bundle of bread to raha before the trio run off to deliver more food.

“shall we then?” raha asks as he lets her leap down to hold open the tent flap for him so they can eat within. lunya rolls her eyes as he mockingly bows to her before they settle down for lunch. 

and everything’s back to normal. raha babbles away about the current developments with the scholar side of the expedition and their attempts to force open the world of darkness to currently no avail. lunya listens intently as she chews at her stew, shoving her carrots around her bowl until they’re not visibly carrots anymore and therefore not unappealing to eat. the jokes and sass flow easily between them like they had never stopped, and for a moment lunya can forget that the end of the world via a resurrected ancient civilization of hubris and boundless greed is imminent. 

except somewhere after her third slice of garlic bread something changes.

raha’s looking at her weirdly now. if she has stew on her face and he hasn’t told her yet she’s going to end him, honestly, but even when she wipes at her mouth with her sleeve he doesn’t budge.

“do you need more salt?” she dares to ask, praying syhrwyda and theo won’t come crashing through their tent in insult. 

raha takes a breath. no, that’s not even it—he’s caught halfway through what he already has, the air in his lungs stuttering as a burst of words so quick and so frantic breaks through before he can properly breathe, fast enough that she almost doesn’t catch it, and if she hadn’t she never would have forgiven herself for losing something so utterly precious.

“i think i’m in love with you,” is what he says, and it’s like the sun collapses on lunya’s heart, mor dhona’s crystalline hills breaking to give way to spring once again, the early frost melting into a warm rain and returning life to silvertear lake. the birdcage that encases her falls to the floor under the weight of his words, glass shattering to free doves that alight in the rushing wind, ushering a spark into every pore of her being, and lunya, the epitome of elegance and ever one step ahead as she leads the pack, drops her spoon and splatters broth on the front of her robe as her brain tries to catch up with the fact that he loves her too? he loves her? he loves her? and gods, the others will never let me live this down. she wishes she could capture this moment forever—raha’s face glowing red, the tip of his tail fizzled, mouth gaping like a beached fish, all indicators that this wasn’t what he meant to say at all and by the twelve she is so grateful anyway.

you idiot, lunya wants to weep, to seize him by the collar of his doublet and shake him senseless though she can do little more than gape helplessly in the moment. you awful, sweet, wonderful idiot. you are a scholar, think before you speak!  

for one fleeting moment she thinks of everything that’s stopped her until now. of her bloodied hands and the monster that wears her skin. but then she thinks of raha’s smile, of every way he’s loved her, of every way her friends and family (and raha has become both) have loved her through all her imperfections. and she’s always been a risktaker. this dance of theirs—their endless chases across the lake shore made manifest in their hearts—has gone on for long enough, hasn’t it? 

her mouth is so painfully dry again, but she hardly needs a waterskin when the words have been threatening to fall from her lips for so many phases of the moon and she finally has the courage to set them free.

here’s so much she wants to tell him—that he’s her best friend; that it feels like she’s known him forever; that he makes her want to heal, to let go of her anger and relearn love and kindness, like what he’s given her in abundance without asking for aught in turn; that she loves him, she loves him, she loves him too oh gods does she love him with every ounce of stardust within her. 

“raha, i—”

but there’s a clamour from outside, one which culminates in the tent flap swinging open and allowing the flood of sound from the whole camp astir in. lunya finds herself leapt away from raha and her stew, face turned to the side so their unexpected visitor cannot see just how flustered she is.

“seven hells!” she hears raha snarl as he leaps to his feet, knocking his own stew across the tent floor. “rammbroes—!”

“we’ve found it,” rammbroes interrupts between wheezing gasps, hunched over and struggling to catch his breath. he must have run all the way from the tower to deliver whatever the news is himself. “a way into the world of darkness.”

she does not catch raha glancing towards her, lip bitten in frustration and want and embarrassment, his brow weighed heavily by their responsibilities, before he grabs his bow and quiver from their place in the corner of the tent and follows the expedition leader without another question. the moment is gone, just like that. raha is not her raha but g'raha tia, representative of the students of baldesion and authority on allagan history, and lunya is not some lovestruck, besotted fool of a girl but the warrior of light and champion of eorzea, and their job is to save their colleagues—their friends—from another world. 

in the short, fleeting heartbeats after he leaves, taking the breath from her with him, lunya slumps onto his bedroll. the scent of vanilla and mint still lingers in his wake and the floor, still covered in stew, seems infinitely wider without her own sleeping bag by his, and before she can stop herself from truly going off the deep end she wrangles his pillow into her arms and stifles a shriek into it as she kicks his blanket somewhere into the corner of the tent, more aware than ever that she’s utterly hopeless. why did her heart beat harder when it wasn’t even a romantic confession? the floor of their tent in the middle of mor dhona, really?! not even a full bell after their messy apology? by all accounts, she should throttle raha for it, or at the very least soak rammbroes’ favourite boots in bog water and the stew on the rug.

it takes her another twenty seconds to summon the strength to step out of their tent, and as she does she squares her shoulders beneath the midday sun before falling in line with hanabi and coco as they catch the back of the crowd rushing towards the tower. there are things she needs to do first—doga and unei are waiting for them (and nero as well, she supposes). there’s time for the… the confession and their feelings and the consequences of it all later, when it is just her and raha able to speak in private once more.

but there isn’t, and they don’t, and the “romance of a lifetime” nyneve loved to croon about ends before it could even begin, and the parts of her that have not quite relearned kindness yet hopes that raha will pay for being such a hypocrite in a day she will never be around for after healing and breaking her heart all in one autumn afternoon.

v. ???

winter gives way to spring over and over and over again, summer turns to fall and the birds migrate south and the days become shorter and then longer in tandem.

it is many seasons after that unfinished confession when lunya finds the garden again, sequestered in a secret corner of the syrcus tower. the glass butterflies still flutter about after another century of stasis unbroken, but the room has changed—grown. there are more flowers now; a glittering array of hydrangeas and angelica, lilac and iris, lilies and anemone, each tended to with an obvious devotion. 

the garden is not all that has grown; when they were younger she wouldn’t have pinned raha as someone capable of keeping even a succulent alive, but the crystarium and her people and her gardens are proof enough of his abilities as a leader. 

with great fondness and caution she tiptoes down the crystal steps, careful to not let the hems of her robes brush against the petals. there’s a weathered plaque in the grass now, one that must have been hidden the last time she was here, for it’s firmly planted in the center of the garden with no indication of ever being moved. a handful of years squinting over tomestones and breaking through allagan ruins means she knows what it reads:

in his garden, there is hope.

for desch, with love.

—salina.

desch must have been a kind person; princess salina entrusted so many hopes and dreams to him, and he carried on with that will when he did not have to. stubbornness and an overbearing sense of duty must simply run in the g tribe. as must an unyielding, all-consuming, unconditional love. 

as she stands in the refracted dawn, taking in the legacy of hundreds of thousands who came before her and the sacrifice of those who would see the future walk after, two arms—one warm and soft, the other crystalline and cool—encircle around her from behind. lunya leans back against a familiar chest, a curtain of crimson and snow brushing down over her shoulder as a purr rumbles at her back.

“there you are,” raha breathes against her ear, and a giggle breaks free from her when he buries his face down into the crook of her neck, drawing butterfly kisses against her nape. “i’ve been looking all over for you.”

she sighs with the gentle push of a zephyr, wiggling around in his arms to look him in the eye. “my hair is a mess—”

“you are as ethereal as usual,” he interrupts as he sweeps her up into a bridal carry, bumping his nose to hers, and this time the weight of how truly he means it is not lost on her or to a fever-addled mind. “how fares the source?”

he still smells of vanilla and mint after all this time, and lunya relishes the scent as he weaves back through his garden to take a seat on the crystal steps. as he settles her back on the ground to stand between his legs, she hums, gathering starlight in hand while she thinks. it is hard to not be distracted by her beloved and how he carefully draws deft fingers through her hair, unknotting whatever tangles he can without a comb.

“hanami and reese will remain in ishgard, for the time being.” with the welkin in her palms, she charts the course of her found family as easily as the path of the stars. the map she draws in the scarce distance between them glitters, the celestial outlines of aldenard and othard faint beneath the miniature stars that mark the bearers of the seventh dawn. “nini’s taken over the gubal library since estinien left, stupid dhalmel. nyneve sends her love…”

as more stars bloom upon her magicked canvas, raha watches her patiently, dotting an acknowledging murmur here and there as she traces a winding path across the lands he has not seen but knows in his heart by her words.

“—and of course, krile hopes you are well.” the glimmering map dissolves into starshine as she lowers her hands, pressing her palms against his thighs with a soft smile. “i hope you haven’t been waiting long." 

"not this time,” he assures her, pressing a kiss to her brow. “though in comparison to before…" 

it is true that a week means nothing compared to a century spent in wait, but she catches his chin in her small hand before he can pull back all the way. he seems well rested, for once—thanks to lyna and alisaie, for sure, and perhaps syhrwyda’s motherly insistence—his vermillion eyes shining beautiful and clear at her as she cups his face in her palm, smoothing his bangs away with her other hand.

"whose fault was that?” she chides, no heat behind the words. they’re a mess, the pair of them—two martyrs through and through. one life for all the worlds to come. but they’re here now, in the present, and that’s what they’ve been working toward all this time, isn’t it? “y'know, it’s about time you are selfish for once. you are allowed to say you missed me.” the words are light, like they haven’t already spent enough time yearning for each other already. 

raha only laughs, the sound effervescent and right in the thin, early morning sunlight that slips through the walls of the tower.

“says the woman who crossed through the rift without so much as brushing her hair first,” he teases, grinning boyishly at her. “but very well. i was as a garden with no flowers.” his pitch slips into a half-whisper as he leans close again, sharing a secret just for two as he presses his forehead to hers. “the sun without warmth. the night without its stars. a bird without its song. a sail without the breeze.”

lunya’s breath catches in her throat. “you fiend,” comes her low laugh as she stretches up, balancing on the tips of her boots to tangle a fist in his robes. “you tease—”

“you said i could,” he is too happy to remind her, beaming as she impatiently tugs at his collar. “a fever unbroken. like spring without life. a fireworks show unwatched—” she’s shaking now with silent laughter that is equal parts delirious with glee and disbelief, and raha’s crystal hand falls upon her hip, steadying her in place. the tilt of his wrist scatters crystallized starlight across their faces, painting them in the glow of the happily ever after they both deserve. “autumn turning to winter before the leaves can even fall.”

her face, incandescent through embarrassment and adoration, serves only to drive raha’s sly, affectionate smirk into a grin and then finally a smile so sweet it would surely taste like honey against her own.

“…like light without darkness. 'twas only a week,” he accepts, utterly radiant. he brushes her hair behind her left ear, gently tapping the earring that hangs there. under his touch, the miniature aetheryte pulses beneath the harmony of the spheres, and together the tower and the crystal hum a quiet, ancient lullaby—the music of the universe. “but without you, i am a ship without her lodestar. an artist without his muse.”

oh, her stupid, sweet boy. making her fall in love with him over and over and over again. 

“you have been through a lot, lord exarch.” the whisper fans across his collar like a plume of phoenix down, carrying the warmth of a wish reborn. “i daresay you’ve seen many seasons change.”

raha tilts his head at her, eyes scrunched with contentment. his tail has come to wind around her waist, and the tip light bats against her side. “indeed. but there is one i favour most especially.”

her heart might already know, but still she prompts him, “and that is?”

the words come less easily than they had in that first winter of theirs, the edges of their memory softened by time, but raha devotedly recites: “scholars believe five seasons existed during the time of the allagan empire, four of them being the ones we know of today.”

this time, lunya does not interrupt, waiting for him with all the love she’d been too cowardly to share with him in what feels like a lifetime ago. the time for pretense is long past. their smiles are mirrored on each other’s face, a blinding set of sunlight and moonshine. 

“the fifth season is love,” raha finally confesses, a truth three centuries in the making, one that can no longer be waylaid by any laws of mortal or divine making. maybe he didn’t know the answer back then, or maybe he’s known all this time. maybe it doesn’t matter because lunya’s too busy burying her face in his chest, overwhelmed by love for the man who fought the universe to save her.

“…raha,” she says. his name is muffled against his heart, but as ever he answers in the space between her call and her next heartbeat, like his own follows the sound of her voice. 

“my inspiration." 

that warmth she had felt back when they were but twenty and twenty four and they had all the time in the world has not faded. if anything, it has grown stronger through the passage of time and space. it is the proximity of a theoretical sun, casting its light upon her, a sunbeam piercing through her heart like the truest flight of an arrow and with all the heat of vylbrand’s summers. they are older now but no less foolish, and lunya would tear apart the rift and crush the stars beneath her own heel if it could mean keeping him by her side for all the seasons to come—winter, spring, summer, fall, love.

"i love you,” she tells him, not for the first time, but raha’s face still glows so tender and so lovely lunya feels helpless under his gravity anyway. 

“and i, you,” he manages to murmur before her restraint falls to pieces, collapsing to stardust as she grasps at his robes and drags him down into a kiss both fierce and soft, all but scrambling into his lap as his arms entwine around her once more, the sun and moon colliding as the spaces between hello and goodbye fade to nothingness. their embrace is a promise, one that sings good morning, good morning, good morning, you will never wake up alone again.

the stars have returned home, the moon is bright and full, and her heart feels just as whole as every time she’s understood how much she loves him before.