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i see strawberry-colored, cherry-flavored flags waving in my eyes

vampire rio x artist agatha 🎨🩸💘

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Black is my color…

Pairing: Regina Mills x wife!reader

Summary: One jealous Regina.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut(like dirty sexy jaw dropping), some kinks (mommy, slight bondage/blindfold, strap on)

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Being married to the mayor was one thing, always looking the part, being a driving force and support system, sometimes even her protector, honestly it wasn’t that bad, Regina had changed and everyone loved her so being mayor was like a no brainer.

Being married to Regina Mills, that was a whole other story, at first it was rough, proving to her that she deserved to be loved the way she loves, too many countless nights were spent arguing or even holding her in your arms as she cried from exhaustion and everything; though no one ever said marriage was easy.

You had your good times too, you had family and friends, you owned half the real estate in Storybrooke, but recently opened a bistro on Main street which allowed you to do your own thing and support Regina any way she needed, even if that meant mid day make out sessions in the office.

It was that time of year again, town hall meetings, because of not only owning half the town and also being the Mayors wife you also had to sit through back to back meetings with her.

“Dear, what’re you wearing?” Regina called out to you as she stood in front of the mirror putting earrings in. Your arms wrapped around her resting your chin on her shoulder.

“if I had my way I would say nothing, I’m going to tell them my wife wasn’t feeling well and I needed to take care of her.” You placed gentle kisses on her neck.

“Hm cute… but really?” She asked a hand coming to your hair as she leaned back into you, you inhaled the scent of her expensive perfume holding her a couple seconds longer.

“how’s this look?” You stepped back and in a moments notice she wanted to jump you, you had on the black knit top that hugged your upper body perfectly, the deep green suit complementing your skin tone the pants hugging your smooth curves, the stilettos peeking out made your legs look amazing.

“Absolutely amazing.” She said kissing you passionately.

“well then Mayor Mills, time to go remind this town what a power couple we are?” You held out your hand.

“Always.” She grinned, taking it and following you out to the car, when you arrived at the town hall you watched as people gathered and whispered among themselves.

when Regina entered the conference room followed by you it fell silent, power just permeating the room, there was a sense of security and gentleness that followed you and it was intimidating to most.

It wasn’t long before the meeting started to get slightly heated. You sat next to Regina, who was now distracted by how good you looked, oh how she wished she could take you right there, in front of everyone.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at you a silent plea for help and immediately you were at her side.

“okay, okay…” you spoke up.

“So you do have a voice?” Gold snarkily replied.

“Gold…” Regina growled lowly, and he smirked.

“Hey she’s pretty persuasive at times… I’ll give her that…” Gold said raising his hands.

“Cause she’s hot, like dirty sexy hot… no offense…” Ruby started explaining, “if you weren’t married to the scariest person alive I would sleep with you.”

“Uhh, Ruby.” Snow gasped as the younger girl shrugged. You heard Regina, a scoff escaping her perfectly painted red lips behind you her signature eyebrow raised.

“Well fortunately enough, I’m happily married and my sex life is not the topic of this meeting.”

“well just saying though, no wonder you always get what you want… Regina’s hot too but you, she’s lucky she got her hands on you first.”

“Amen Sister.” Grumpy added. You knew your wife was on fire behind you as you stood and ended the meeting.

“Honestly if you ever, you know get bored… call me.” Ruby play flirted with you before leaving as you just rolled your eyes.

You felt as Regina quickly grabbed your hand and basically pulled you to the car. The car ride home was silent, Regina sat there not saying a word, you reached over and ran a hand on bare thigh were her skirt was lifted.

“Regina, love are you okay?”

“I’m fine…just ready to be home.” she said with sass and laid a hand on yours, you pulled in the driveway and she followed you in the house.

“I’ll be right there.” You said kissing her perfectly painted lips, going to put your keys away as she brushed past you to go upstairs. When you got up there you could tell something was off but thought maybe she was just tired, your eyes followed her half clothed form as she walked around your room in her underwear and the satin top partially unbuttoned. You wrapped you arms around her from behind, kissing her neck, “Hey, are you sure your okay?” She leaned her neck back to give you more access before turning around and pushing you back.

Soft kisses from you turned into bruising kisses from both of you as she pushed you back onto the bed, on flick of her wrist and you were unclothed, her in just a black lace lingerie set.

“Regina?”

“Dear?”

“Mm…” you said as her kiss stole the words from your lips. You let your hands roam her body, as she did the same to you, but not before she grabbed your hands off of her hips gathering them above your head.

“How much do you love me?”

“more than anything…” you replied.

“and you trust me?”

“with my entire life…” you said as she kissed you, her hands held yours in place as she was above you.

“Hm,” she softly moaned, “then be good for mommy.”

You let out a soft moan as she applied some pressure to your hands, grinding her hips into yours as she straddled you. You saw as she sat back biting her lip, going to move your hands but you felt the soft fabric as it strained against the headboard.

“Baby…” you whined.

“uh uh…” she moaned back, biting her bottom lip.

“mommy?” You asked, with a whine.

“are you asking or telling?” She leaned forward her breasts brushing your stomach as she slithered up your body, her hands roaming the goosebumps forming on your skin.

“I need you…” you whispered breathlessly.

“need me?… come on, you can do better than that…” she said her hands teasing your excited body, “I’m going to make you beg for my attention.” She chuckled darkly, her pupils blown as she pulled a hard nipple into her mouth.

“mommy I need you.” You whined out begging for her to touch you, to fuck you until you were seeing stars.

“if only they could see you now, the sexy and domineering mayors wife, falling apart at my touch.” She whispered in your ear, one hand traveling down to your core, between your legs where she was lying.

she slowly pulled her middle finger through your folds, teasing you, drawing moans from your plump lips. She knew you well, too well, enough that just her skilled fingers brushing against your sensitive clit was bringing you close to the edge, she moved down the bed her breath warm against your core.

“I-shittt, Regina…” you hissed out as she licked up your slit, pulling your clit into her mouth, letting her tongue make magic, you felt one finger then two slide in as she started pumping them, the black satin fabric around your wrist straining as you tried to touch her. You were so close panting, as you were on the verge of climax, then she pulled out, sitting back up to straddle your hips.

“Ughhh…” you let out a frustrated moan as she had robbed you of your high.

“not yet darling,” she said kissing your lips, her tongue roaming your mouth.

“don’t you taste amazing?” She asked you as you could taste you on her lips, she placed kisses on you neck and breast, leaving dark red marks that would definitely be purple by morning.

“the marks…” you struggled to get out, you would leave them on her in the most discreet places knowing that she hated when anyone else could see and yet here she was leaving them everywhere that someone could and would see them.

“I want everyone to know who you belong to, who’s wife you are, who makes you feel this good.” She said marking your body, hands pulling at the restraints as you tried touching her again.

“Damnit… let me touch you, please.” You begged again.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” She said crawling off of you and standing next to the bed, she stripped of her panties throwing them on the bed next to you, she tied another piece of black satin around your eyes, disappearing into your large walk in closet, you tried peering but the fabric wouldn’t let you see anything.

When she returned you felt as the bed dipped beside you and she undid your wrists, she slowly slid the blindfold from your eyes and you shot up on your knees pulling her into a kiss, but you were quickly met with a hand grabbing your hair and pulling you back.

“be a good girl for mommy.” She said her white teeth peeking through her signature smirk. You looked her over seeing the strap on that she currently wore, the thick black dick staring back at you.

“go ahead… show me what you can do.” she trailed as you lowered yourself in front of her pulling it into your mouth, feeling the bumps and ridges on your tongue. She sat there watching, admiring the perfect view of your ass in front of her. You looked up at her making eye contact as she reached down lifting your chin so she could pull you closer to her.

“you ready?”

“yes, mommy.” You said in a low tone watching her lips lightly part.

“Mm, then be a good girl and ride mommy’s dick.” She said sitting down her back against the pillows, you straddled her lap feeling as she positioned the toy at your entrance and you slowly lowered yourself. You hissed as you felt the slight burn as it stretched you, slowly turning into pleasure, you started grinding your hips against hers, the double sided strap on bringing you both pleasure.

you started moving you pace a little faster, “oh god, shit,” you reached out steadying yourself on the head board, your wife taking in the view, you riding the silicone cock, skin glistening, your boobs bouncing in front of her, it wasn’t long before you were both on the verge of climax, she thrusted up into you matching the pace of your hips, her hands gripping onto your hips helping to guide you, keep you steady. You threw your head back, eyes rolling in pleasure as a loud moan escaped from both of your lips. Your orgasms rocked your body, your legs shaking as you felt your muscles clenching.

You stayed there a moment the toy inside of you both as you sat in her lap, letting your breathing steady, gently kissing her lips, breath ghosting over each other as it slowed, you climbed off of her settling next to her on the bed.

“I would never leave you…” you whispered breathless, “I’m always yours.” You looked at her as she smiled at you and climbed on top of you placing delicate kisses on your lips.

“Dear, I’m not done with you yet.” She whispered in your ear, one hand going down to spread your legs, quickly repositioning herself between them, pushing the silicone toy back into you.

“im not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” you said breathlessly in between moans.

“Not when I’m done with you.” She said thrusting back into you bringing you to the edge of another orgasm.

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If Billy and his bf kiss and not Agathario I'm-

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YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND SHE CHOSE TO SIT THERE

SHE CHOSE TO SIT NEXT TO HER

SHE COULD HAVE SIT ANYWHERE ELSE

BUT SHE CHOSE TO SIT WITH RIO

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I HEARD YOU LIKE MAGIC

I'VE GOT A WAND AND A RABBIT

[laney-star19]

I'm calling it, their story started something like

"I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, screaming 'but mommy, i love her, I'm having her baby'"

and ended like

"our field of dreams, engulfed in fire, your arson's match, your somber eyes"

[laney-star19]

Not my ex girlfriend posting something about her ex friend …. Guess we were casual and I just didn’t know it …..

[laney-star19]

she was the og cannibalism as a metaphor for love ⋆⁺₊⋆ ♥︎⋆⁺₊⋆

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“ show me that you really care “

“ show me that you’re gonna stay on my worst days “

“ hold me like you’ll never leave “

From girl in red’s “ I’ll call you mine “ is written about Bela dimitrescu it’s actually cannon .

… Bela is my actual gf and I will protect her

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Bela is actually the love of my life

Scorching Cold; Bela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover):

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Requested? ☑

"Take me back to you, into your wild heart."

Summary: Bela's iconic outfit isn't suited for all climates, as she finds out by letting her hubris get the best of her.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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After getting her heart back, Bela is finally able to really feel cold. She keeps shuddering even indoors once the colder season hits, Bela does her best to play it off but the shudders do not escape your notice. It was when Bela tried to suppress the reaction to the cold inside her private study room- That she now shares with you- When you decide to suggest an outfit change.

"I think a leather jacket would work with a hooded long sleeve underneath. If you wear a dark toned hoodie, it'd make your eyes and your hair pop!"

Bela scoffs, straightening her back before elegantly running a hand through her hair. "I'd sooner catch a delirium inducing fever than switch out the outfit I'm known for."

You raise an eyebrow at how she's willing to brave the cold just for an outfit before chuckling to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head as you playfully bump shoulders with Bela.

"Don't put your foot in your mouth, pretty girl."

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The next day you wake up with a groan as sunlight shines into your window. The crook in your neck from spending so much time hunched over papers had carried over from the day before. You take a moment to let your mind wake up before checking your phone.

3 texts from Jassmine

10 texts from Angie

1 text from Bela

You go through all of them, answering Jassmine's questions and doing your best to decipher Angie's hammered typing style. The last message had you jumping up from your bed before you could even register the fact that you were in pajamas.

The oldest Dimitrescu is stuck in her apartment. She did infact, catch a delirium inducing fever last night when the temperature dropping significantly lower than normal yesterday.

Daniela wastes no time in tagging along, she was already on the couch drinking a mug of coffee when you throw your door open, offering nothing more than a "Bela's down with a high fever.". The heterochromic Dimitrescu runs and drags you to MJ's dorm building to commandeer her bike before telling you to hop on.

Daniela paddles as fast as she can and you get to her older sister's apartment in what can possibly be counted as record time.

(The roommates currently sharing half a braincell end up throwing themselves onto the curb infront of Bela's apartment when Daniela squeezes the front brakes instead of the rear ones first.)

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The bedridden Dimitrescu sits up in her bed, looking at the pair by her bedroom door. Squinting and sniffling as though trying to discern who the roommates are.

"Oh hello there pretty eyes! Daniela, Hiiiiiiii!"

Bela smiles at you, lovestruck and red eyed and sniffling before every other word she utters before she flops back down on the bed. Groaning with regret when the mattress shakes due to the impact.

Daniela's jaw falls open in shock, arms crossing before her shocked expression turns into a light hearted scowl when stomps her foot in indignation. "Hey! I have pretty eyes too, you know!"

You leave Daniela to watch over her sister, patting her on the shoulder while heading to the kitchen to cook up a pot of chicken soup- It's found to be an easy task, with how Bela keeps her pantry organized. You smile to yourself as a fleeting thought pops up in your head:

It's easy to move around like it's second nature because I know her now.

It takes just as much time as you'd anticipated it to take, even if you moved around the kitchen in a hurry. You come back to the bedroom to find a scene that would've made one hell of a story if only anyone who would listen could even find it in themselves to believe you.

Quite frankly, you doubt that even Angie would believe this story once you get the chance to tell it.

"That's not tissue! Let go! I'll find you some more, I swear!"

"If it's not tissue, then why is it so soft and nice!?"

"It is nice and soft because I take good care of it! Hey stop, that's my favourite jacket- HEY!"

The shock wears off soon enough, allowing you to really take in the scene of Daniela pushing Bela's head away with one hand while using the other to try and pull her beloved jacket out of her older sister's grip. Bela keeps trying to bring the hem of Daniela's jacket to her nose, and Daniela's sweating with effort while looking like she's seriously considering throwing her sister out of the apartment window- If only she could figure out a way to carry the blonde without being treated like a piece of tissue paper first.

You quickly set the tray down on the night stand before Daniela can find a way to act on her thoughts, you jump into the fray. Getting to work on pulling the sisters apart.

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The of you eat chicken soup in silence.

It took a lot of coddling and an infinite amount of forehead kisses to convince Bela to drop the puppy dog eyes and let Daniela's jacket stay untainted. The redhead quietly lamented that she's in warshock after witnessing the normally stoic Bela Dimitrescu beg for you to help her pry the jacket off of her own sister's shoulders.

At that point, Daniela's just thankful to have been saved by you.

Bela's trying her best to look seductive, slowly slurping her soup without breaking eye contact with MC. She sneezes into the soup and Daniela goes from looking weirded out from witnessing Bela's delirious antics, to choking on her own soup because of it. She laughs even as her sides hurt, and she laughs even when Bela chucks a pillow at her sister's head.

You wipe Bela's face clean of soup droplets, valiantly trying to force the laughter bubbling behind your lips only to fail despite your best efforts. Your girlfriend crosses her arms in indignation, and you're almost thankful for the fever because all it takes is a kiss to her cheek for her scowling to cease and be replaced with a lovestruck smile.

Daniela places her own bowl onto the tray before lifting it off the nightstand, replacing it with an unopened tissue box.

"I'll go ahead and wash these up and take my leave. You sure you can handle her, MC?"

A mischievous smile makes its way onto your lips, and you can't find it in yourself to feel sorry for the words that are about to come out of your mouth.

"Better than you and your precious jacket can, Daniela."

The youngest Dimitrescu flips you off over her shoulders before closing the bedroom door. With a shake of your head, you look to Bela who has her arms outstretched towards you. "Now what am I gonna do with you, huh?"

She grins, bright and hazy eyed due to the fever. "You could give me my well deserved cuddles!"

You smile, taking her hands in yours before slipping into bed with her and laying her head down on your chest. In her current state, she deserves to be spoiled- What are you to do but obey when your blonde haired Goddess asks something of you anyways?

The teasing about the chicken soup incident can come tomorrow when the fever breaks and she's back to being fully conscious of the things that are happening. But for now? Small wins are still wins.

"It's a deal sweetheart, but only if you start wearing layers once you're all better."

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Attention all Bela stans: 01-11 has rung the dinner bell. Tonight's course consists of Fluff-infused chicken soup, thank you and enjoy.

[laney-star19]

Resident evil fandom now pays attention to this bastard:

He doesn't deserve attention, but this iconic lesbian vampire family does instead:

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My gf bela just smells like my favorite season , she is perfect 🧎‍♀️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

What each RE8 lady smells like

Okay, yes there have been jokes going around about Alcina smelling like lavender and the girls reeking of blood and death, but… These are my head canons for how I think they smell. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Definitely wears very nice perfume in my opinion. Not too much, just a very light spritz of it.

I also think she might smell like roses. She does wear three of them on her dress, so… Why not? Plus, it does seem pretty romantic.

She obviously does smell a bit like cigarette smoke, but I don’t think it would be too overwhelming. Just a hint of it.

She might also have the faintest scent of alcohol on her because of how much wine she drinks. She does run a winery too so that might have something to do with it.

Donna:

I think Donna smells like flowers.

She loves to garden and tend to plants so it makes sense that she would smell of them.

I also think she smells like fresh herbs and delicious Italian food when she cooks.

She loves to read, so I think she also smells of books and paper. She probably likes to sit in a cozy nook nestled in between a pile of old books and the smell just kind of surrounds her. It’s pleasant and not overpowering.

She might also smell like cedar and other woods when she’s working on dolls.

Miranda:

I don’t think Miranda wears perfume. She finds it distracting.

I think that you can often smell the faint burn of antiseptic on her after she has finished her work in the lab.

She also loves to drink tea, so I think she might have a slight herbal smell like old grey or white tea.

Her home also smells of different kinds of tea and it kind of just clings to her.

Maybe she smells like traditional Romanian dishes when she cooks.

She is very obsessed with hygiene and cleaning, so I think that she would also smell of light soaps.

Bela:

Like her mother, I think Bela wears nice perfumes.

For some reason, she strikes me as smelling of vanilla and warm spices like cinnamon.

Basically, anything in chai tea: Cloves, cardamom, cinnamon, star anise… You get the picture.

She smells like fall. Just very comforting scents. However, I don’t think she smells like apples or pumpkin. I just don’t get that vibe.

I think that she also might smell of old parchment and books considering how much time she spends in the library.

Cassandra:

Cass loves to be outside and go exploring. I think she would smell very earthy.

She smells like the forest, so maybe she has a pine tree scent going on?

I also think that she smells like freshly fallen rain. It’s an invigorating scent and it’s kind of refreshing.

I think she would like crisp and clean smells, so I think that she likes the smell of peppermint.

Obviously, with how much time she spends in the dungeon, that musky aroma starts clinging to her after being down there for a while. But I think she likes to freshen up once she’s done so she can kind of keep that part of her life distanced.

Daniela:

I think that Dani has a very sweet scent, like sugar cookies or birthday cake. It matches her personality.

I think she also wears perfume, but she likes to steal Bela’s and wear it instead of the ones that Alcina gave her.

She is so bright and happy. I think she might also smell like citrus or other summery scents.

Maybe a hint of cocoa butter. I think she likes to moisturize and keep her skin healthy.

Dani likes to soak and take nice long baths. As far as how she smells right after freshening up, it depends on what soaps she has available, but she’s not picky.

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Down by the river

Stand-alone, but takes place immediately after Mark me as yours

Astarion and Tav spend a night by the river, away from camp

Astarion x f!Tav, Astarion x f!Reader

18+ but I wouldn't call it smut, fluff and humour until you get smacked in the face with some trauma I guess, banter, pining, sexual references, oral sex

TW: trauma

I couldn't decide on a POV so I alternate Tav and Astarion in each section. "But Vix, why didn't you just write in 3rd person?" you might ask. Well, because I like really getting into their heads, and because shut up, that's why. It's pretty obvious which section is whose. You got this.

Approx. 2,000 words

“Come see me later tonight, there’s something I want to show you,” Astarion murmured to you as he passed by, lightly brushing your hip with his hand.  

You thought you’d already seen all he had to show by then. Still, you were curious.  

It turned out to be a ‘where’, not a ‘what’.  

“Stay here,” he told you, at the edge of the bank. “Don’t turn around until I tell you to.” 

He then disappeared somewhere in the trees behind you. Or so you assumed. He could be eerily silent when he wanted to be. 

You were a bit perplexed, truth be told. Astarion had turned out to be all talk and no show when it came to any kind of romantic gestures that didn’t directly involve sex. It couldn’t be that. Were you supposed to see something out on the water? It looked perfectly ordinary. Some kind of ridiculous prank, perhaps..? That would be right up his alley. 

You were starting to feel a bit stupid standing by yourself at the edge of the bank. Did he just walk away..? 

“Astarion, if you’re about to make another dramatic shirtless appearance from behind a tree, I swear-” 

It was dramatic alright. You didn’t hear him until he was a step behind you, flying towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind mid-sprint and sweeping you sideways into the river along with him. He’d taken the time to take his own clothes off, of course, and yours were now drenched. The prick.  

“You asshole, what if I didn’t know how to swim?!” you spat as you resurfaced next to him 

He just laughed. 

“Why I’d swiftly come to your rescue, darling.” 

Realization hit you.  

“...Shouldn’t you be melting..? Or disintegrating, or whatever it is that happens to your kind in running water?” Another gleeful toothy grin. “...Tadpole?” 

“Tadpole,” he nodded, making his way towards a spot shallow enough for your feet to touch the riverbed, as you followed. “I only discovered this earlier today.” 

“Awww... And you immediately had to find me and go ‘Mom, mom, look what I can do!’”  

You dove again just as he went to splash you in the face.  

“Adorable,” she smiled, once she re-emerged in front of you. 

“What is?” 

“You in moments when you look genuinely happy,” she said, removing her clothes and throwing them onto the bank. “Fangs peeking out from behind your lips, all murder and mischief.” 

You found yourself at a brief loss for words as she finished taking her clothes off and turned back to you, throwing her arms around your neck and wrapping her legs around your hips, clutching on to you weightlessly in the water. 

“I like seeing you happy...” 

Something in your chest clenched. 

No, no, no, no, no, this is not how this is supposed to work. 

Your body followed its instincts and you drew her into a kiss, hands roaming her thighs and hips under the water. 

“You know, you really didn’t need to go through all that trouble, getting my clothes soaked through, to get me to take them off,” she murmured as your lips broke away from hers to trace her jaw. 

“Oh I know...” you purred. “I didn’t need to throw you into the river to get you soaked, either.” 

You kissed her mouth again, grinning, to muffle the sounds of her annoyed protest. 

Your usual script, all your usual lines had been rolling off her like, well, water. Frankly it was a breath of fresh air. She picked apart your words, expressed exaggerated dismay or tried to one-up you, turning it into a game – but still, she did exactly what you needed her to do. All that mattered was the end result, no? And if you could have fun with it, all the better, you thought. Even if it was... different. 

You hand slipped further, between her legs, teasing her exposed slit as she gasped and clung to you tighter. 

Yes, you thought. This was familiar. This you knew what to do with.  

“Let’s get out of the water,” you murmured to him.  

Sex in lakes, rivers and hot springs was much more appealing on paper than it was in reality.  

Apparently Astarion had taken the time to prepare a few things this time, including some sheets and blankets that laid next to a prearranged campfire. 

‘Ignis!’ He lit it, immediately setting it ablaze. Warmth at last, you thought, wiping yourself off.  

“Thoughtful of you to get some blankets this time,” you said, sinking down next to him, close to the fire, letting him pull you against him. 

“...Is this about the night at the clearing again?” he asked, his eyes narrowed. 

“What else?” 

“I’ll have you know, I am civilised and had a whole spread all of five meters away from where we ended up! We could’ve moved there if you’d only stopped being a complete animal for a few seconds,” he said with a mixture of amusement and indignation. 

“No, no you didn’t... Did you? Oh gods... Why didn’t say anything?!” You burst into laughter, sinking against his chest. 

“The way you were carrying on, I figured you must have been half wood elf and enjoyed having needles stuck in your ass!” 

Unbelievable... How bloody absurd. 

You lifted your head once you’d finally regained your composure, grinning at him. The way he looked back at you was so full of tenderness that you were momentarily taken aback. But it couldn’t be. Not with him. 

“Tsk... ‘Civilised’,” you murmured. “Who wants that?” 

You caught his lips in a kiss, then dipped lower, starting to slowly trail open-mouthed kisses down his neck and past his collarbone, leaving gentle teasing bites on your way down. His breath hitched as he sank with his back down onto the blankets, his fingers tensing on your back.  

You ran your tongue between the ridges of his muscles as you went lower, idly wondering what kind of magistrate kept in this kind of shape, if this really was the way he looked before he was turned. His skin felt like silk over the hardness of his muscles. 

“What are you doing, you naughty thing..?” he breathed, hoarsely. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” you purred. “Or is it that you don’t like it..?” He was already hard for you. You teased his cock with just your fingertips before taking it into your hand, continuing to slowly kiss and lick your way down. “But I think you do.” 

“Oh you have no idea...” he whispered. 

It’s not that you haven’t been on the receiving end of this before. It’s that when you were, it was usually some slobbering drunk that reeked of piss, whom you wouldn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole, much less have any body part inside of, disgusting and unpredictable, or when you were ordered to participate in some deranged bacchanalia you wanted no part of, with all its abasement and humiliation and having to act, always having to act, always the pretty boy, pretty 200 year old boy being passed around like some kind of doll, or the time with the- 

Oh for fuck’s sake, I just want to enjoy this! 

No one was forcing you to do this, this was your choice.  

‘...I like seeing you happy...’ 

It was her hand, it was her mouth, this was your choice. 

She wanted to pleasure you. She would never hurt you.  

‘...I like seeing you happy...’ 

Just fucking enjoy it, why can’t you just fucking enjoy it?! 

“Look at me, darling...” you reached down to touch her cheek with your fingertips.  

Anchor me... 

Astarion watched you for a while through his lashes, holding eye contact as you worked his cock with your mouth, before ultimately falling back and shutting his eyes. His hand moved to your hair, gripping it tightly. 

His whole body was wound up tight like a coil. You started to get the impression that he might push you away at any moment. Was he just over-sensitive..? You eased up the intensity of your motions – you would have stopped entirely, only he started to buck his hips, fucking your mouth as he groaned, the hand in your hair pushing and pulling on your head. 

Alright then, maybe not... 

You followed his lead until he started whispering something incoherent, jerking his hips more erratically. Before long, his grip on your hair tightened further, and he gasped your name several times, before finally spilling in your mouth.  

Never before has anyone made it seem like they were fighting for their life through what you thought was just a routine blowjob. You knew you weren’t that bad. Nor that good.  

Something told you you should call it a night.  

“Kiss me,” he whispered, pulling you back up, his hands wandering down before you stopped them. “No..?” 

He looked dazed. 

“Another time,” you said, kissing him lightly, before lying down in his embrace.  

“If that’s what you want,” he drawled. 

Nature got you there in the end, but the whole act was tainted, no matter how much you wanted to want it. You couldn’t ignore it or pretend you were unaffected anymore. Free, relatively safe, walking in the sun, leagues away from Baldur’s Gate, and still you were in a chokehold.  

You wanted to want it, gods how you wanted to... Maybe next time would be better? There would have to be a next time, wouldn’t there? 

You also wanted to scream. You hugged her tighter against you instead.  

Now put all this behind you and act normal, you wretch. 

You laid on his chest, gazing into the fire, edge of the blanket folded over the two of you. It was cozy and peaceful, and you could almost pretend that there was a semblance of normalcy to your life, and that you were just having a pleasant night with a lover. And that maybe you’d just imagined anything was off earlier.  

"You’re awfully quiet, what’s on your mind?” he asked, lightly tracing circles on your back.  

“Just contemplating the fact that blowing a vampire isn’t even the strangest thing I’ve done today,” you lied.  

Close enough. 

“We should head back I suppose, I doubt it’s safe out here in the open,” you said, reluctantly.  

“Darling, I assure you, I am the most dangerous creature to stalk the night in these parts,” he said in his usual flippant manner. 

“Yes, yes, you are a vicious, deadly beast,” you smiled. 

“Rawr,” he said matter-of-factly, as you buried your face in his neck in silent laughter. 

You slowly made your way back to the camp.  

You didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to lie awake, alone with nothing but your thoughts. She was contagious with her levity in her sweet ignorance, you didn’t want to part from her.  

“Did you end up fixing that teddy bear?” she asked. 

“Of course I did, did you think me incapable of mending a stuffed animal?” 

“Ah right, that’s why Karlach was chasing you around, threatening to hug you...” 

You chuckled. You’d never admit it, but you were actually growing fond of the hellish tiefling. She at least didn’t give you a wide berth like the others. 

“Can you do us all a favour and not leave me in camp wasting time on things like that all day again? I’m sure my skills would be more useful elsewhere.” 

I missed you. 

“Yes, Wyll and Gale did mention you were completely useless, if not downright destructive,” she smiled.  

You reached the camp and stood in front of your tent. Hers was further along.  

“I better go get some sleep,” she said.  

You gently pulled her against you by her waist, kissing her. 

Please just come in, stay with me, please... 

“Good night then,” your mouth said. 

“Night,” she whispered, before placing another soft kiss on your lips and walking away.  

Why didn’t I just pull her in after me..? Wretched idiot. 

Should’ve just made myself at home... Sigh. Fucking idiot... 

~~~~~

PS Astarion saying "rawr" is canon and I will stick it wherever I please.

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I don’t know if this is just me … but I need a mod of astarion in a spider man suit .

[laney-star19]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

However, he instantly regretted it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesper just stared at Kaz in shock.

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

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

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

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

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

Jesper furrowed his eyebrows as he thought more about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

However, Kaz, of course, keeps walking.

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

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

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

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

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

Kaz rolls his eyes casually to brush them off.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, no weak lie?” Jesper laughed.

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hence why she’d sought out Inej.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So they swore to let it be.

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

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

———

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

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

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

Jesper too, knew better than to trust that defense.

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?!” Y/n asked, eyes sparkling.

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

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

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

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

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

He scoffed, “Jesper licked it”.

“He licked it?!” She gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes y/n/n?” Kaz questions.

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

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

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

Kaz groaned loudly, already regretting his acceptance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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