#//he has never shown even a slight interest in women

[birinboom]

The Luck-Bringing Cat

Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader; a shy former imperial concubine

The Apothecary Diaries-esque AU (I am kinda-sorta stealing this plotline from ep. 3), arranged marriage, budding romance, domestic fluff, pet names (JY calls Reader my dear, my love), Reader is also referred to as ‘my lady’ 🌸 3.162 words

Jing Yuan, a famed general and childhood friend of the emperor, has yet to take a wife. The emperor decides to solve this by giving one of his least favorite concubines to his best friend. Even though Jing Yuan is against this practice, he can't help but fall head over heels in love once he meets you.

Thank you so much to @a11eya for beta-reading this for me!

Only one man had managed to stay at the emperor’s side through most of his life. Jing Yuan, the son of imperial scholars, made friends with the crown prince early in their lives, and they quickly became inseparable. As they aged, Jing Yuan became an asset to the newly crowned emperor; a seasoned warrior, an accomplished general, a brilliant strategist, and one of the few people who dared oppose the monarch when needed. 

The emperor loved him like a brother. And it worried him that Jing Yuan never seemed interested in taking a wife. The general was far from blind to the longing gazes of the women of the court, he accepted their offers on occasion but he never seemed to want more than one or two nights with any woman. The emperor did not see anything wrong with this as he himself split his time more or less equally between his favorite concubines. But any man who was less fortunate than the emperor should surely want something more stable, especially a man who was slowly getting through his best age.

When Jing Yuan was pressed about why he did not want to marry, he stated with a lazy smile that he had neither the time nor the energy for that kind of courtship. But the emperor saw the slight downturn of the corners of the general’s lips. He saw through the facade of his best and oldest friend. 

I have neither the time nor the energy for that kind of courtship. But I desperately wish I did.

The emperor thought deeply about this issue. Then he remembered someone in the inner court. A concubine who had fallen from his favor at their first meeting. He had never spent time with you after that. Why, he had barely thought about you in years. Still, you were a beautiful woman, well-educated, and, from what he had been told, quite quick-witted. You would make a good gift for his best friend.

Now he just needed to convince Jing Yuan that he would not take no for an answer.

Jing Yuan was still unable to fully understand how everything had come to this. He could not fathom why the emperor suddenly wanted to give him one of the imperial concubines as a wife. Giving an unfavored concubine to a newly appointed officer as a reward was far from an uncommon practice, Jing Yuan was well aware of that. But he had never expected it to happen to him, not after so many years in service of the emperor. He had been lucky to manage arranging a meeting with you before the wedding. 

This practice seemed so wholly unfair in his mind. Unfair to you and any other concubines affected by the custom. You had already been given as a gift to one man, now you were being given to another, neither of whom you had chosen for yourself. Jing Yuan knew there was little he could do about the situation, but he did not feel right accepting another human being as a gift.   

He continued towards the palace gardens which had been chosen as the meeting place, still in deep speculation about whether he had any chance of changing the emperor’s mind. 

Turning a corner, he was torn out of his thoughts when he came upon a small gathering of women, all of them wearing identical robes. One held a folded-up parasol. They were all calling out to someone in voices too hushed for Jing Yuan to discern any words. 

Ladies-in-waiting, he thought, paying them little mind. Then, his eyes fell on you.

The emperor had shown him a painting of you, commissioned shortly before you had begun your journey to the palace. Even if some years had passed since then, Jing Yuan still instantly recognized you.

You stood at the top of a small bridge crossing one of the many creeks in the garden, your face tilted up towards a nearby tree. The setting autumn sun fell upon you at an angle that made your skin and hair glow. Tearing his gaze away from you, Jing Yuan looked towards the tree as well, his trained ears picking up the song of finches. For a moment he wondered if it might be the same flock that visited the small garden of his own residence. Turning his eyes back to you, he watched as you lifted a hand, holding it up towards the tree. A finch took off from a branch and landed on one of your outstretched fingers.

Until now your face had been mostly devoid of emotion, eyes fixed on the tree. But when the finch landed on your hand, looking calmly at you with one black eye, your features softened, a fond smile gracing your face like the sun appearing from behind rain clouds. 

Jing Yuan watched you lift the bird closer to your face, whispering to it, your other hand coming up to gently scratch the top of its head. He unconsciously raised a hand to his lips in an attempt to hide the smile blooming there. If this was how you behaved with one of his beloved finches (and he was certain at this point that the bird was indeed from the flock he possessively thought of as his), if you acted so kind and loving towards the smallest of creatures with no prompting, then marrying you could quite possibly be one of the best things to ever happen to him. The thought of having you gifted to him still felt wrong, but… perhaps he did not need to dread it as much as he had at first.

Stepping forward, he cleared his throat, trying his best to school his features into a pleasant, if slightly detached, expression. 

You gasped, raising your arm to hide your face behind your long sleeve. The finch took off, frightened by your sudden movement, and the rest of the flock followed it. The flapping of their wings filled the air, drowning out your greeting as you and your ladies-in-waiting bowed to him.

Jing Yuan felt another smile tug at his lips. He managed to hide it behind his hair as he returned your bow.

Your ladies-in-waiting quickly moved to one side of the walkway, letting him pass. He looked at you as he ascended the bridge. The way you peeked shyly at him over your still-raised sleeve made his heart clench. He sent you what he hoped was a pleasant smile, and nodded towards the path on the opposite side.

“Shall we, my lady?”

The two of you strolled along the garden path for a while, Jing Yuan filling the air with what idle conversation he could think of, and you giving brief, shy answers.

Then, he heard the flap of wings and felt the touch of tiny claws digging into his hair, brushing against his scalp. Soon, he felt a small tug as the finch began to preen him. He could barely help but chuckle when another finch landed on his shoulder. He felt your gaze on him, then your eyes moved to the bird on his far shoulder.

“Oh!” you exhaled.

Raising his opposite hand, he gently encouraged the bird to hop onto one of his fingers, then moved the hand -with bird- closer to you.

“I have worked quite hard on taming them over the years,” he said. “The most recent brood is the tamest yet; they are the only ones so far to actively seek my presence. Though I suspect they only come to me in hopes of food. Would you like to hold it again?”

You looked away, your sleeve rising once more to hide your face. “Again…” you said, sounding very put on the spot.

Jing Yuan tried to quell his laughter. “I must admit that I was watching you for a moment before making my presence known. What I saw was very… endearing.” 

You were silent for a while, then you peeked at him over the top of your sleeve. “May I be frank with you, General?”

He nodded. “Please.”

Staying quiet for a few seconds, you then drew in a deep breath. “I was rather nervous about this meeting. I have heard quite a few rumors about you, about your excellence at anything you do. And I was worried that I might not be able to live up to the expectations of the august general. But… You handle these birds with such tenderness and care. They trust you. Maybe they can trust me too, in time.”

Looking off to the side, you finally lowered your sleeve, clasping your hands in front of you. “I am very fond of small animals. My family owned a couple of tame nightingales when I was a child; I used to love falling asleep while listening to their singing.”

He felt another smile tug at his lips. He too had pleasant memories of falling asleep to the sound of bird song as a child. Though in his case it had been the wild birds outside his windows lulling him to sleep. Sharing such a similar memory with you only made him feel delighted.

Briefly peeking at him, as if to judge his reaction to your words, you then continued, “I have always yearned for a cat too, but my parents would not allow it because of our birds. And I never mustered up the courage to request permission to keep a cat after I arrived at the inner court. Though I doubt the emperor would have indulged me.” You sighed ruefully. “I suppose even now, since birds are favored once again, a pet cat will be impossible. The birds will be enough.”

Jing Yuan looked at you for a moment, stroking his chin. “A cat is a pleasant idea. As the saying goes, ‘a cat well cared for may bring luck to its owner.’ Though if I had my way I should like a lion instead!” When he saw your eyes widen, your mouth starting to open in surprise, he could not stop himself from laughing once more. “I jest, I merely jest! A house cat will suffice! Perhaps we can teach it to leave the birds in peace, or keep it indoors at all times.”

The thought of keeping a cat locked inside, though he doubted it was truly achievable, brought his thoughts back to the way you had been hidden away in the inner court for years. His smile faltered. Would it be right for him to mention his hesitation? Would it assuage you to know that he was far from satisfied with how the situation was handled?

“If I may be so bold, my lady… You were not the only one who had a certain level of apprehension about this meeting.”

You shrank back a little, shoulders slumping. “I… see.”

Jing Yuan saw you raise your hand again, he could only assume to hide your face once more. Without fully realizing what he was doing, he reached out to take your hand in his.

“Please, do not misunderstand me, my dear! It is not because of you, it is the entire situation. I do not much like being given another person as a gift. And I find it wholly unfair to you to be given away once again.” 

He had so much more to say on this subject, so many points to make about how the former concubines nearly always came out as the losers in these circumstances. And yet he felt his mind go blank. He brushed his thumb over the back of your hand in an attempt to gather his thoughts. It had the opposite effect. Your hand was softer and more delicate than he could have ever imagined; so different from his own strong, calloused hands. It took every last shred of self control to not raise it to his lips. 

Releasing your hand with great reluctance, he forced himself to finish his thoughts. “I am loath to receive a wife under such circumstances, even if she is one I should have quite liked to court of my own volition, had I been allowed to. But in the end it is His Majesty’s decision. Even so, I can promise you this, my dear: No matter what may come, I will always do my utmost to ensure that we are both happy with this union.”

You grasped the hand he had held with your free hand, rubbing the skin, your head bowed enough that he could not see your expression.

“I-I…”

Then you raised your head again, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I must admit, I am quite relieved that you feel that way. That you understand the situation from my point of view too.”

Jing Yuan returned your smile. “As much as I am against this entire circumstance, I must admit… the more I get to know you, my dear, the more I am looking forward to you becoming my wife.”

The two of you talked for a while longer, then Jing Yuan escorted you and your ladies-in-waiting back to the inner court. Seeing the gate leading to the inner court left him with a sense of melancholy he could not quite place. Perhaps he had already grown so accustomed to your presence that the thought of being without you left him empty. It made him look forward to your wedding day even more.

One early morning, some six months later, Jing Yuan was found crouched over a rosebush in the small garden of his residence, pruning shears in hand. It was something he refused to give up, no matter how many people told him it was below his rank to tend to his own garden. Gardening was one of the few things that truly cleared his mind, one of the few still moments of the day that allowed him to relax. And today, he needed it.

He had already spent several hours lying awake, tossing and turning, his mind whirring, until finally giving up on sleep once he heard the first birds singing outside. Rolling over, he pressed a kiss against your bare shoulder, then left the bed to start his day.

The air outside was cold enough that his breath created little puffs of mist, the remnants of frost biting his cheeks. He paid it little mind; it helped clear his head. And so, he crouched over the few bushes that needed pruning this early in spring, settling into a calming rhythm as the world around him slowly grew from a milky gray to pink and orange.

His rhythm was disturbed as something brushed up against his knee. Looking down, he spotted the white kitten he had presented to you on your wedding day, just a few days before the new year began. You had been infatuated with the cat (as had he, as were both of you even now), and you had aptly named it Snowmoon in honor of the full moon hanging in the sky, casting lambent light over the snow-covered ground of the garden outside your windows.

The memory of that night still made him smile.

Snowmoon raised itself on its hind legs, the little bell on its collar jingling. It propped its front paws against his knee, and chirped imploringly. Jing Yuan could only assume that he had been so engrossed in his gardening that the sound of the bell had gone unnoticed.

How did you get out? he wondered as he picked up the kitten, holding it up in front of him. 

The kitten returned his gaze evenly with its brilliantly blue eyes and began to purr. Cradling it to his chest, he stood, intending to put the cat back inside. It had yet to learn that the birds of the garden were off-limits. And the birds had yet to learn what the sound of the bell signified.

But as he stood, he caught sight of another figure in the morning light. You were bundled up in several layers of clothing, seemingly ready to spend a while outside.

Jing Yuan frowned. “What are you doing out of bed, my love?” he asked. “It is still so early.”

You looked away, trying to hide the shy smile forming on your lips. You were still not used to the terms of endearment which he favored.

“I wanted to lend you a hand,” you said.

He appreciated the sentiment. But he found it difficult to imagine you crouching in the dirt like he had been. 

“There is no need, my dear, I am almost finished.”

Your mouth set in a stubborn line. “Then I will help with the last of it.”

The firmness in your voice made his heart flutter. He enjoyed all the work you put into getting to know him better. And he made sure to return it tenfold.

“Very well, my love. Let me just put this little rascal back inside.”

As he came outside once again, he found you crouched over the rosebush he had been working on, your long sleeves almost trailing in the dirt.

That will not do.

Jing Yuan pulled out the long ribbon holding his hair as he moved closer. Crouching behind you, he deftly wound it first underneath one sleeve, across your back, then underneath the other sleeve, tying it at your shoulder. His actions left your arms bare, sleeves far out of harm’s way. 

You shivered in the cold air, goosebumps forming on your newly exposed skin. 

Jing Yuan rubbed your arms, trying to get some warmth into your body. “You are still free to go inside.”

You huffed. “I will not.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Handing you the pruning shears, he showed you where to prune, guiding your hands. The two of you chatted idly about the roses for a while, when he expected them to bloom and what colors he had planted. Then the topic moved to the future as a whole.

“Tell me, my love,” Jing Yuan said, wrapping his arms around you, “I know you have only been with me for a few short months, but how do you like it so far?” 

You leaned back against him, nestling further into his embrace.

“I enjoy it so very much. I appreciate the freedom I have, compared to the inner court. And…” You turned enough to meet his gaze, raising a hand to caress his cheek. “I have grown quite fond of the master of this house.”

He felt a smile tugging at his lips. “Oh? Do I need to be jealous of this man?”

“Perhaps,” you said, a smile lingering on your own mouth. “He has been very kind to me.”

“I suppose I shall have to be even kinder, then,” he said, before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

Maybe there really was something to the saying of ‘a cat well cared for may bring luck to its owner.’ Jing Yuan was certainly feeling very fortunate at that moment.

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Exposing SVSSS Fanon: 15/∞

SHEN (YUAN) QINGQIU IS A MONSTER NERD

Rating: CANON

One of the most common character traits of Shen Yuan!Qingqiu is his fascination with the monsters and demonic beasts of PIDW. This portrayal is based in canon, as he is shown on multiple occasions to have a particular interest-- in fact, the monsters were the reason he decided to keep reading PIDW in the first place:

There was another important “it” factor. It was, in fact, the main element that had first compelled Shen Qingqiu to follow the novel until the end. The demonic beasts! ... As a cultivation novel, it was out-and-out filled with landmines, but as a monster handbook, it was pretty entertaining. (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

This passage implies that Shen Yuan found the monsters entertaining, and enjoyed them over most of the rest of the novel. However, he is often portrayed in fanworks as having an obsession, special interest, or hyperfixation on demonic beasts.

This also has basis in canon. A bit later on there is the following passage:

Shen Qingqiu wasn’t so pessimistic about his ability to handle demonic beasts. His confidence in his own cultivation and spiritual power aside, his interest in the demonic beasts of Proud Immortal Demon Way had far surpassed his interest in all those flavors of women. He might not have remembered where any given female protagonist liked to go stargazing with Luo Binghe after being slighted, and he sometimes was unable to match names to characters, but he definitely remembered every demonic beast’s attributes and weaknesses with exacting clarity! (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

Speaking from my own experiences, this certainly does sound like a hyperfixation. Remembering the variety of beasts, and perhaps even every single one, would be the same as a usual level of interest, but the fact that Shen Qingqiu had perfectly memorized every attribute of every beast in a novel several million words long certainly seems to fall more into hyperfixation territory.

When it came to Proud Immortal Demon Way’s demonic beasts, he’d really asked the right person. Shen Qingqiu spoke with great familiarity, like he was listing his family treasures. (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

Another instance here, where it shows just how highly he values his knowledge of PIDW's beasts and how familiar he is with them.

Of course, on some level, this knowledge of demonic beasts is expected of his position:

The walking demon encyclopedia—both the original and current flavor could definitively live up to this title. After all, there was that stack of records and ancient books in the back of Qing Jing Peak’s Bamboo House, the same ones that hundreds of generations of peak lords had to read in full before they were allowed to succeed the position. (7 Seas, Ch. 6)

But we must keep in mind that Shen Yuan was not originally the Qing Jing Peak Lord and had no intention on becoming the Qing Jing Peak Lord when he read PIDW-- and the knowledge he has originally comes from reading the novel, so he was not only learning all of this because it was required of his position. Where Shen Jiu might have learned these thing out of necessity, Shen Yuan did so out of passion and genuine interest from even before his transmigration.

This is further supported by a comparison with other readers of PIDW:

He could never have guessed that Shen Qingqiu’s interest in such strange creatures was equivalent to the average Zhongdian reader’s interest in the hundreds of flower-like maidens, each more beautiful than the last. (7 Seas, Ch. 5)

Now, I have noticed that fanworks will have a tendency to play up his obsession with demonic beasts-- while he definitely does have some form of hyperfixation with them, it is not as prevalent in the novel itself (at least, the events that we, the readers see).

My guess as to why this is? Well, it's simply because he is obsessed with the demonic beasts, but he is even more obsessed with Luo Binghe. It's just not as easy for him to admit that.

So in conclusion, Shen Qingqiu's internal monologue indicates that he has some level of obsession, special interest, or hyperfixation with PIDW's demonic beasts. Though it may not be quite as intense or all-encompassing as fanworks often portray it, it would still be perfectly in-line with his character to have him gushing (at least internally) over the beasts of the demon realm while traveling with Luo Binghe.

[loving-august]

๑𓈒 ' . 𑇛 I'D STILL CHOOSE YOU.

PAIRINGS. diluc ragnvindr x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS. in which diluc notices your worries about the people around you.

GENRE. angst to fluff hurt/comfort

WC. 1.05k!!

WARNINGS. none, slight profanity, insecurity, gossips, bodyshaming

NOTES. hello! this fic will be new expansion to my fandoms hehe I hope you guys will like it just as much I enjoyed writing this fic. blame diluc bc of him I made a decision to create for genshin characters smh /j + reblogs are highly appreciated!

LINKS. navigaion | genshin impact masterlist | taglist form

๑𓈒 ' . 𑇛 REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

Being the richest bachelor in mondstat, Diluc is expected to do what nobles do. The way he greets, acts, and accomplishes every job perfectly. He received a vision at the age of 10 and became the youngest captain in the knights of favonius at the age of 14. Of course, he is now just a mere businessman taking care of the winery in the morning or protecting the entire mondstat at night time. His past is yet to be told.

Rich parents of noble women across nations often visit him in hopes to have their daughter as the groom. Yet, he refuses to tell them as he tells them that he has no sole interest in having a relationship with any women. Or so he thought.

You happened to see him in his dark knight duties one fateful evening. You were ambushed by hillichurls while you were on your way to the outskirts of mondstat, your home. You came out from work a bit too late than usual.

You accidentally punched him as you thought it was some treasure hoarder coming at you. You apologised so sincerely that it wasn't some bad guy.

"Master diluc?" You asked.

Shit. He cursed himself.

"Than-"

"Don't say a word about this." He sternly said. And you did.

You scratched your neck awkwardly, "I will. Thank you again!" You walked away from him. To be honest he was scary earlier, barbatos how could this happen to me?

Little did you both know, a certain bard was witnessing the scene. A playful smirk grew into his face. "Huh, may the wind guide each other." He whispered. It's a rare scene to see Diluc in this kind of situation. Maybe the dear archon barbatos, also known as venti would be part of playing cupid.

A time has passed since your first encounter with Diluc, Venti's cupid duties came into reality. He was very happy for you and Diluc and he even played a small tune for the two of you. As much as Diluc appreciated the gesture, he would not change the way he treats venti in his tavern due to his wine addiction. As well as Kaeya, the wonder duo never fails to give Diluc a headache.

Soon enough, you opened your eyes to the noble world. There is a lot of catching up to do. All the stereotypes were shown on to you, the mannerisms on talking, acting, and greetings to fellow nobles. It was hard. As someone like you had no experience on such acts.

You found yourself in your shared rooms with your lover. With your eyes all puffy and red due to crying. You couldn't take it anymore.

"How can Master Diluc find someone so…common.."

"I expected him to choose a noblewoman from liyue."

The voices of other people in mondstat broke your heart. To hear such a thing about Diluc, you felt responsible. Instead of making him happy by his side, you could only be giving him a bad name by just existing beside him.

It felt so wrong.

What you didn’t was that you fell asleep on the vanity where you cried yourself with dried tears on your cheeks.

Diluc just recently returned home from his darknight duties. You were completely aware of his schedule as if its the back of your palm. Why would you know all about it? Of course diluc would tell you things about him, he’s that devoted to you. Adeline, the head maid of the manor, greeted the master of the manor. “Good evening Master Diluc.”

“Good evening to you too,” Diluc greeted back.

He went straight to your shared rooms, not giving any mind of eating for tonight. He was busy eliminating abyss mages around mondstat. When he opened the door, first he saw you sleeping uncomfortably on the vanity table. He immediately removed his coat and placed it on some chair and carried you carefully. Making sure that you were not awake. How long have you been asleep? Your neck is probably sore because of the restricted sleeping position you were in.

He sighed as he saw you still in your morning clothes. He can’t imagine wearing all the heavy clothing from daylight to night time. That's why you've woken up? "Did I wake you up darling?" He asked.

you got up and he followed. "No, you didn't. I just felt my position changed." You groggily replied while rubbing your eyes.

Diluc was observing you. He noticed that you were secretly wiping off the direct tears on your face while pretending to rub your eyes after you had just woken up from a long slumber.

He was worried. Maybe he has been busy lately since he has a wine business to attend to. Not only the wine business but also his secret duties at night time at mondstat. The abyss order has been showing up lately.

"y/n, can I ask you a question?" He started. You looked at your hands, not looking at his worried eyes laid upon you. "uh, sure. What are you trying to ask?" You replied.

Something is not sitting right. The way you said it was as if you changed your sentence and the way you speak. this is not the y/n he used to talk to. A hint of guilt punched at diluc. He HAS been busy. He should reschedule his time for you after this. He felt accountable for your well-being, since he was the one who asked you to live with him and as his lover, it is his duty to take care of you.

"Is something bothering you lately?" He asked. There, he asked for it. Although he expects you to lie to him. You can't lie to him after all.

"No, nothing's wrong dearest, I'm just tired..that's all," you answered and gave him a small smile.

Diluc uses his thumb to wipe off rye excess tears from your face, "No you're not. It breaks my heart whenever you lie to me. Tell me the truth my love, whatever you say is valid, after all it made you feel this way," He slowly opened his arms for you to be able to rest on his chest while wrapping his arms around you, "if you feel like I'm slipping away from you, don't worry."

"I'd still choose you."

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[alifeasvivid]

Companionship, a UK/nyo!US Firefly AU; Explicit

Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: smut, self-inflicted intoxication, nipple piercings, virginity kink, oral sex, vaginal sex, a faulty degree of self-indulgence Summary: The unresolved sexual tension between Amelia Jones, captain of the firefly class ship Liberty, and high class registered companion, Arthur, finally breaks after an evening at a bar in the Eavesdown docks. Word count: ~8600

Important Notes: if you're not familiar with the TV show Firefly, please read:

Set a future where Earth is dead, humans terraform other planets and travel between them is fairly standard. The show revolves around the crew of Serenity, a firefly class ship, that takes odd jobs to make a living. Sometimes what they do is… a little outside of legal. It's like a sci-fi western about space pirates.

The main thing you need to know is this: registered companions are legal, legitimized sex workers. They have a school and everything and they are considered high status. The only companions ever shown are women, so I've added some extra lore and allowed for men to also take on the job.

With that, please enjoy ^-^

Arthur sits quietly at the bar, perched elegantly with one leg crossed over the other, merely observing. He sips from a glass of whiskey—not exactly the quality he was once accustomed to on Xenon, but the slight burn is pleasant enough all the same.

He hasn’t dared to drink in public in a very long time, but with the rest of the crew here, with the Captain here, he feels safe enough to have this small indulgence. His clothes—a black sleeveless top which bares his midriff, including his dangling, gold navel ring with three sparkling red garnets, accompanied by loose fitting pants and open jacket both of a rich emerald silk with gold embroidery and dark red trim—certainly make him stand out in a dive bar at the Eavesdown docks, to say nothing of the gold bracelets and chains which adorn his hands that indicate his profession, yet no one bothers him.

He smiles to himself as he watches Kiku positively trounce Greta at a game of pool, while Feliciana cheers Greta on, giving her a kiss every time she misses a shot.

Alfred is throwing darts with some other bar patrons and, despite being obviously buzzed, is doing rather well if the cash his opponents keep shoving into an empty glass while scowling is any indication.

Meanwhile, Gilbert, Matthew, and Amelia are huddled around a table and they’ve each taken a couple shots already and it’s starting to show. The trio laughs raucously at periodic intervals, but even in their collective inebriated state, each of them looks up now and then to survey and assess their surroundings and also keep eyes on the other crew members… and Arthur.

They’re quite obvious about it, as well as their myriad weapons, which is likely why no one is bothering him, not to mention the fact that his calibre shown by his particular jewelry indicates that his rates are far above what anyone in this bar could afford.

When Amelia next looks up, Arthur deliberately locks eyes with her, holding her tipsy blue gaze for too long to say it’s inadvertent, but even though her cheeks are quite pink, she’s clearly not as drunk as Gilbert and Matthew are. Of course she wants to stay alert, to protect her people if necessary.

In watching her, Arthur notices that he isn’t the only one doing so. A group of men—they seem to be other travelers—prod at one of their rather handsome compatriots with urgent whispers and covert gestures toward Amelia. Arthur notes that he is the same one Amelia had been speaking with rather amiably earlier in the evening.

Arthur seethes, but stays outwardly unfazed and sips his drink. How gallingly hypocritical of him to be so possessive of her. Not only for the fact that he is a registered companion, but she has given him no claim on her. When anyone shows interest in her, he often tries to smugly console himself that even if she took them to bed, they could never satisfy her the way he could. It’s small consolation which primarily ends up only making him yearn desperately for the opportunity.

She has never brought anyone onto the ship, though there have been a few times that she lagged behind in returning to it while Gilbert and Matthew snickered to each other over it. Arthur has no actual information on any of her lovers or if she even has any, but she must. How could she not?

When Amelia gets up to get another drink, the man follows her, sliding some cash to the barman before Amelia can and beaming winningly at her. Her face reads as surprised and of course she is. She always is whenever someone shows sexual interest in her. Arthur has never met anyone that stunningly beautiful who is simultaneously so oblivious to it.

But then… that’s part of the reason he has fallen for her so irrevocably. She’s so artless and straightforward, often more so than she should be and Arthur can’t help but find it incredibly refreshing.

She’s talking to the man, possibly even flirting though it’s difficult for Arthur to tell with her back slightly turned to him.

Deciding he would rather not subject himself to the sight, Arthur pays his tab and moves toward the door. Sod it all.

“Kiku,” he signals to the pilot. “I think I’ll return to the ship. You lot will be along soon, yes?”

Kiku nods, “Yes, within the hour. Are you alright, Arthur-san?” they ask.

Arthur nods curtly. “Yes, only a bit of unease in my stomach. Must be this very fine whiskey. I just need to have a lie-down.” When he steps outside, he takes a deep breath. The air of the docks is not pleasant, per se, but to Arthur it will always smell like freedom. The night air is cool, but his body burns, the spark lit by Amelia. Something must be done. For the sake of his sanity.

Amelia notices Arthur leaving and internally sighs with relief. He insists on wearing his fine clothes and all that gold at all times, even to a seedy dockside bar. Even she has the good sense not to wear her brown duster in certain places. Arthur should take cues from any of the crew really; for example: her well-fitted tan breeches tucked into well-worn brown leather boots and fitted dark blue shirt are much more appropriate for this setting than all that gorgeous green silk he had on.

She smiles awkwardly at the guy trying to flirt with her. He had been decent company before, but his welcome had worn thin with her well before he approached her just now. Even while a bit tipsy like she is, she knows she wants nothing to do with him. “Listen. I’m really flattered and all, but we’re leaving in no more than an hour. I’ve got cargo that needs to get where it’s going.”

The guy looks miffed. He pouts. That’s only cute when Arthur does it, she thinks, especially since he’s never aware that he’s doing it.

“C’mon. I’m sure you could talk your captain into staying ’til daybreak. He’s gotta sleep it off, anyway,” he nods in the direction of Gil and Matthew.

Amelia grits her teeth. This goddamn bastard is now about five seconds from getting his teeth knocked out. “Say again,” she prompts.

“Your captain—”

She grabs him by his shirt collar and pulls him down to glare directly in his eyes. “First of all, piss pot, I already said no. Second. I’m the captain. I say where and when we go and I say we’re leaving right now and you can go to hell. Matthew!” she calls over to her first mate, “We’re leaving, pack it in.” She shoves the guy away from her.

Matthew stands up and signals to Greta, who takes Feliciana’s hand and hurries her to the door. Kiku walks calmly over to Alfred, collects his winnings and takes him by his shirt sleeve while he gloats and waves at his opponents. Gilbert follows all of them, followed by Matthew.

“Heh. I see how it is,” the man spits bitterly. “Guess it must be pretty nice having that whore waiting for you. Is that how he pays his fare?”

Amelia doesn’t think twice before decking him. “That ain’t none of your goddamn business,” she growls. “And you gotta be some ‘specially ignorant kinda back-birth to talk about companions like that.” She storms outside, hops onto the back of the four-wheeler with the her crew, and fumes all the way back to Liberty.

The night air cools her rage, but not her desires. Take-off calms her nerves; sailing through the black is where she feels most at ease, but still leaves a smoldering want. She would never—could never make Arthur service her to pay his rent, it wouldn’t be right to do that to anyone. She doesn’t want to be his client anyhow, she wants him to want her.

—

Arthur takes a long sip from his tea as he lets the memories of evening dissipate. The door to his shuttle is securely locked and he lounges freely, barely clothed, on his bed. The drugs in the tea will kick in shortly. 

A usual, small dose of the potent aphrodisiac will render the drinker unbearably aroused and more open to suggestion; it is commonly used among companions for heightened pleasure, for clients who are for whatever reason a tad shy, and even to practice mild hypnosis. More than the usual dose will cause not only unbearable, ecstatic arousal, but also vivid fantasies bordering on hallucinations. Arthur has carefully dosed his tea with enough of the substance to reach this state.

Companions are trained to essentially “lucid dream” under its influence and Arthur intends to put that to good use.

It’s the only remedy he has at the moment for the all-consuming desire he feels for Amelia.

He can’t actually have her, by the rules he himself set down upon renting the shuttle on her firefly-class transport ship. And, his sensible side knows, those rules are best left in place.

He wants her in his bed anyway, not as a client, but as his. 

Arthur is well-suited to the work and life of a companion; from a rather early age, his blood just seemed to run hot and he applied at the Academy in hopes of learning to control his rampant passions. Academy training had quite successfully done this and he remains among the highest ranking graduates ever to pass through those hallowed halls, so to speak. It was the best decision he could have made and he enjoys his job thoroughly. He prides himself on his expertise and his ability to turn his own desires on and off at will.

Amelia has robbed him of that last point of pride. She had vexed him at first with her brash demeanor, loud voice, outspoken opinions and sense of humor that sometimes borders on crude… yet now he loves all of it. All of her. What had vexed him before now charms him in the context of her warm laugh, her starry blue eyes, and her fierce loyalty and kindness. To say nothing, of course, of her perfect breasts, slender waist and strong thighs.

He wants her more than he has ever wanted anyone.

And he cannot turn it off. And he cannot make her his. And he cannot stand the thought of her in someone else’s arms.

But he can alleviate his ache.

As the drugs take effect, his mind constructs the most wonderful fantasies…

Arthur raps his knuckles gently against the door of her bunk. He knows full well that this would better done in his bed in the shuttle, but Amelia would feel like a client there.

“Yeah?” he hears her muffled voice call up.

“It’s me,” he says. “May I come in?”

A slight pause, yes of course she would hesitate, give herself a moment to try and put up her defenses.The most basic of Arthur’s seduction skills lie in reading people and Amelia is so utterly incapable of concealing her emotions that it is painfully easy to see how badly she wants him as well. 

“Yeah,” she finally replies.

When Arthur climbs down, she is standing by her sink. Her chin-length strawberry blond hair is held back with a cloth headband so that she can wash her face. She’s wearing only an old, worn out, blue shirt and light, loose fitting pants he suspects she only just put on since they are backwards.

She pats her face dry with a towel and knocks the sink back into place with a single bump of her hip. She suspects nothing of his intentions. “What’s up?” she asks.

Arthur contemplates responding, but instead he simply closes the distance between them, places his fingers delicately along her jawline. He looks down at her intently, though she is barely shorter than he is, and kisses her, softly, just barely, but so passionately it makes his own head spin. He pulls away, hardly even lingering. It’s deliberately unsatisfying. She’s impulsive, he knows that too well, and she won’t be able to resist responding to his challenge.

And she doesn’t. Her hands leap up to cup his face and pull him into hungry kiss. Her lips are full and warm and perfect.

Arthur pushes the headband off, freeing her hair for him to run his fingers through. He quickly gains control of the kiss and backs her into the wall of her bunk. He releases her only long enough to latch his mouth to her neck. A companion should never mark anyone, but Arthur couldn’t care less at the moment and he nibbles and sucks a deep red bruise onto her skin. Everything is intuitive, based on her sighs and mewls and the way she tugs on his hair and that is more than enough. It’s everything.

“Ar-Arthur, mmm,” she moans, wrapping her leg around his waist so that his cock is pressed against her center and she gasps.

He groans, grinding against her, and pulls away to look at her, admire her with her pupils dilated and her face flushed. His thumbs caress her cheeks and he plants tiny kisses on her face and in her hair. She smells like heaven. “What do you want, Captain? You know you must tell me.”

Arthur absolutely knows what she would say in reality, she’d curse at him and tell him he knows goddamn well what she wants. But this isn’t reality and his mind wants to hear her say all her desires out loud.

She purrs when one of his hands slips under her shirt and the other into the plain cotton panties she had been trying to conceal. “God… I want you, Arthur. I want you to be mine. I want you to love me. Only me.”

Perfect. He slips one hand between her legs, savoring the intense heat and pressing one finger against her clit, rubbing in slow circles and drinking her soft cry. “And?” he prompts.

“I need you. I need you to make me come,” she practically whines as she squeezes leg tighter around his waist, encouraging him to slip his finger inside her. “I need you inside me, wanna ride your cock and—AH!—mmmmm, Arthur…”

A companion would never sate their client up against a wall like this, quickly and unceremoniously, with only their fingers. But Arthur doesn’t feel like a companion right now. For the first time in so long, he feels enslaved to his own passions; he could not stop himself from taking her even if he wanted to. He slips another finger into her, rubbing that spot and watching her intently as she gasps and clings to him. In all the years Arthur has been a companion, watching someone fall apart like this has never felt so brilliant. Gods, how he loves her.

“Oh fuck, Arthur,” she groans as she trembles through her orgasm. She clenches around his fingers and gushes into his palm as her head knocks back against the wall. “God yes…”

Arthur’s cock twitches against the fine silk of his robes. “Perfect,” he rasps, mouth suddenly parched and thirsty for her. He carefully withdraws his fingers from her over-sensitized entrance and traces them over his lips before drawing them into his mouth. “Mmmh,” he hums. She tastes divine.

Amelia makes a helpless, yet utterly sinful noise in the back of her throat. “Smug bastard,” she curses him with no malice and pushes him back onto her bed, diving after him—pausing only to remove her shirt and underwear. Her breasts are so full and perfect that there have been times in reality that he has barely restrained himself from begging her to let him touch. 

She straddles him and makes quick work of his robes. “One nice thing about these fancy threads: they’re easy to get you out of. Though that’s the point, ain’t it?” She winks, but her eyes then widen slightly once she reveals his cock. “Fuck,” she mutters appreciatively.

His own lucid fantasy goes topsy turvy for moment when she engulfs the head in her mouth. He moans when she interlaces her fingers with his and gazes up at him. How her eyes manage to convey such innocence with his cock in her mouth is beyond him.

Amelia steadily works more and more of him into her mouth, humming and moaning as she goes. She’s unpolished, unpracticed and, gods, does it feel so fucking good. She gets about halfway down before she stops, drags her lips back up and sucks on the head, tongue probing the tip as if to push inside.

Arthur moans. It’s been a long time since anyone has done this for him. “Oh Amy,” he sighs as she kisses him over and over. 

“Tastes good,” she murmurs, holding his shaft up tease his sac with her tongue.

“It’s only-ah-fair that I return the favor. Come here.” He motions to his own chest.

She slowly, almost hesitantly, moves over him until she is straddling his face. There could not be a more beautiful sight in the whole ‘verse than her glistening, swollen, pink lips just above him like this. “Please,” she begs, “Oh, Arthur—”

Then there’s a gentle knock on the door. The real door. The door to his shuttle. The tea has worn off enough that Arthur is yanked out of his dream and he groans in frustration, running a hand over his face. His body is somehow both spent and still thrumming. “One minute,” he calls out, trying to make his voice sound normal. At least he knows the drug is actually wearing off. He splashes his face with water from the basin and hopes he looks normal.

He pulls a robe on, tying it as he goes to open the door. He prays that it isn’t her on the other side, but of course, when he opens it…

Fuck.

“Hey.” 

There she is. Of course. Of course. Peering up at him from the lower step at the shuttle’s port inside the ship. Her eyes are clear now, it’s been long enough that the alcohol has run its course.

Amelia looks Arthur up and down, both concerned and intrigued by his disheveled state. She blushes slightly. His bright green eyes look wild and his hair is even more mussed than usual and though he’s obviously trying to hide it, his breathing is labored. “Uh. Are you okay?”

Arthur laughs almost hysterically. “Yes. I’m fine. I was just— Sod it all.” He runs his hand over his face again. Surely, this is another dream, somehow. “Captain. I need you to slap me. Across the face. As hard as you can.”

Amelia chuckles awkwardly. “Why? Did you do something to deserve it? Arthur, seriously, are you okay?”

That response is enough to convince him this is no longer a dream. If it had been, she would have slapped him merely because he told her to do it. “Ha. I don’t know. Possibly.” He takes a deep breath. “My apologies, Captain. I was, ah, performing a ritual and it is very… immersive. What is it you need?”

Amelia knows she had a pretty good made-up reason that she can’t remember now because he looks so sexy like that. She wants him so badly sometimes that, despite knowing how wrong it would be and that he would definitely say no, she has actually considered asking him if she can become one of his clients. She could never afford it anyway. But after that idiot in the bar earlier, she just wants to be near Arthur. “I, uh… well if you’re busy, it can wait until later.”

Arthur is just on the edge of being furious with her when he sees the raw need behind her uncharacteristic shyness; it’s too intense to ignore as he usually does and it leaves him momentarily speechless.

“Anyway,” she mumbles. “Breakfast is in about two hours.” An ache throbs in her whole body. She turns to leave, go back to her bunk so she can try alleviate it. She’s so used to seeing Arthur looking composed and regal and now to see him looking like he has just been… working… it makes her want to take a walk outside. In space. With no suit. Just to cool off… and be vaporized so that she won’t have to live knowing she can never have him.

“Captain,” Arthur follows her and snatches her hand, pulling her into him. He runs his thumb over her cheek, admiring her flushed skin and parted lips. He lightly presses a kiss to her temple. “You’re bloody terrible at concealing your emotions. Your thoughts. As much as I adore that about you,” his hand slips to the small of her back, “it drives me mad.”

Amelia gasps, frozen in place. “Wh-what?”

His fingers clasp her chin and he drinks in her every minute expression. “How am I meant to hold back from taking what I want when your desires are written all over your face?”

Amelia stands very still, stunned, though her hands grab onto his robe like he might disappear at any moment. She searches his face for some sign that he’s teasing, but all she sees are his vivid green eyes and dark brows, and a pink tinge to his fair, freckled cheeks.

There’s a glimmer of gold fire in his gaze this time that sends a shiver through her body, culminating in the curling of her toes and a deep, visceral throb between her legs.

Arthur finds her confusion to be almost adorable. She is apparently as oblivious as she has always seemed if the revelation of his feelings is truly so startling. He can feel her fingers grip more tightly to his robe and her face flushes pink, far more than what the alcohol had done. Her eyes have darkened and where his hands cup the sides of her face, he can feel her pulse racing. Holding her just like this while she looks at him like that is far better than the lucid dream she took him from. “Captain, I—”

The delicate gold chains of his bracelets tinkle in her ears. “Yes,” she says instantly. Amelia palms the back of his neck and kisses him fiercely. It’s clumsy and they don’t fit at first, until she cedes control to him gratefully, letting him ravish her lips with his, with his teeth, and claim her mouth expertly with his tongue.

Hunger consumes Arthur and he cannot taste her enough. He needs more of her. But he also needs air and so does she and they are both panting when he breaks the kiss.

Amelia looks past his shoulder to the open door of his shuttle and winces with the reality of situation asserts itself. How could she forget? “Arthur, I… I thought— You said you’d never service me or any of my crew and I… well, I can’t really aff—”

Arthur silences her with a shorter and more decisive kiss. “What I said stands. I will never service you as a companion, but if you wish it as I do, I would be your lover.”

A flood of desire rushes through Amelia’s body, followed quickly by a flash of nervousness.

Arthur catches that instant of apprehension, but doesn’t let her go. She’s strong enough to snap a man’s neck with her bare hands, if she doesn’t want to be there, she will go. Instead he says, “I’m certainly not demanding it. Simply say the word and I will forget this ever happened.” at least until I am once more alone in my bed, he thinks.

Amelia shakes her head and then leans her forehead against his chest. “I couldn’t forget, so it’s… better to stop now before… before I say somethin’ stupid.”

Arthur’s brow creases. “Such as?”

Amelia swallows back a few tears and lifts her head. “What would it mean to you?” she asks, but then continues anyway, just barreling towards sure stupidity. “Because I’m in love with you, Arthur. That probably sounds real naive to you, but it’s the truth. I’m in love with you and your job doesn’t even bother me, truly, but if I go in there with you right now, I want to still be a whole person when I come out again.”

Arthur blinks, but then pulls her body flush with his. He lightly dusts his lips against hers. “I fear you stole my heart quite some time ago, Captain, and so you are more than whole. I could never make you less so. Nor would I attempt such a thing.” He releases her just enough to pull her toward the shuttle, kissing the back of her hand. “I love every part of you. Please allow me to demonstrate.”

Amelia’s knees go wobbly and she nods dumbly and follows him. She jumps slightly when the door whooshes shut and locks behind her. It has been awhile since she has really looked at Arthur’s shuttle and how richly it is furnished, how a sweet, woody incense perfumes it. The bed is made, covered with exquisite blue, green, and gold fabrics and just looking at it makes her shiver.

Arthur notices her fixation on the bed, assuming that it makes her uncomfortable to know what he does there. This is why, in his dream, he had imagined them in her bunk. “The bedding is clean,” he quips teasingly. “Or we can go to your quarters, if you’d rather.”

Amelia bites her lip. “I’m fine here,” she grins giddily. “I told you, your job doesn’t bother me. Used to, I ain’t gonna lie, but…” she blushes bright red, “sometimes, knowing you’re in here with a client, doing… your job really, uh, gets me going, you know?”

Arthur laughs, but is very intrigued by this new information. “Does it,” he asks rhetorically. “That’s very good to know.” He takes her hands and guides her toward the bed. He holds out his own hands to her, palms down, displaying his jewelry. “These are given to, and worn by, every registered companion who has graduated from the Academy. There are very few circumstances under which it is considered acceptable to remove them.”

Amelia nods, tracing the chains on them. “I’ve seen them on other companions before.”

Arthur reaches out and tilts her face to look at him. “I would like for you to take them off.”

“Oh,” Amelia breathes. She carefully removes the bracelets, brushing her fingers over the newly exposed skin, which is fairer even than the rest of Arthur. She hands him the jewelry and he places it in an ornate box.

With his hands now bare, Arthur molds them to Amelia’s hips, but only to remove the holster that perpetually encircles them. He lets it fall to the floor with a heavy thunk. When he tugs at the hem of her shirt, he sees that nervous look on her face again and she reflexively grabs his wrists. “Amelia… what’s the matter? I shall say it again if you need me to, but we do not have to do this.”

Amelia chews on her lip. She has to tell him. “No. It’s not that. I want to. I want to so bad. But I… I never have before.”

Arthur internally laments her grammar for the thousandth time, only this time he genuinely does not understand what she said. “You never wanted to before?”

Amelia squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep breath. “I’ve never, um, gone to bed with anyone before,” she exhales very quickly. “I mean I was a kid and then there was the war and then there’s running this goddamn ship and then I fell in love with you and didn’t want anyone else anymore so… I guess I just never got around to it.”

Some unseen force tightens pleasantly around Arthur’s heart and also his groin. He could almost laugh. All the time he spent simmering in his jealousy and now he finds out that she comes to him utterly untouched. He fervently kisses her cheek, then under her jaw, then her neck. “If you had any idea,” he mutters raggedly against her ear, “how bloody ecstatic I am to hear that, you’d think I was mad.” He bites down on her neck and nibbles and sucks a large mark onto her skin.

Amelia laughs, but it just comes out as a puff of air. “I already think you’re ‘mad.’”

Arthur kisses and admires the mark he just made. “It’s wretched of me, given the circumstances, but the thought of you with anyone else is intolerable to me.”

A noticeable shiver runs down Amelia’s spine and her knees turn to jelly again. She complies this time when Arthur removes her shirt and her bindings. 

He plants kisses over her chest and shoulders and cups her breasts in his hands, holds them as if they are fruits whose ripeness is under consideration. A proven test: when he squeezes them, she moans; they are ripe and sweet. In continuing to undress her, Arthur notices that she has rather a lot of scars. She gets injured quite regularly and she is a war veteran, but somehow he never thought they’d be so visible. On the central planets, the technology exists to completely heal wounds with no scars at all. He traces along them with his fingertips. “I bet there are stories for each one of these.”

Amelia hums. Her mind is slipping into a haze from all the pleasure of being adored. “Most of ‘em are from the war,” she says, but then points to a fresher one. It’s a healed bullet wound on her lower abdomen. “Got this one saving your sorry ass though,” she teases with a wink.

Arthur scoffs. “Bloody admirable that you can be so cavalier about it,” he drolls sarcastically. Memories of that day are painful for him even now. He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead and whispers, “I thought I’d lost you. We all thought we’d lost you.” 

Amelia caresses his cheek, her heart fluttering since he hadn’t seemed so affected at the time. “Never. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

Arthur drops to his knees before her; his hands busy themselves with her belt, trousers, and boots while his lips give his gratitude to that scar. He removes her boots along with her trousers, snaps the elastic band on her plain cotton panties and then removes those too. He places a kiss on her stomach and admires her. She is completely uncharted territory and his every brush against her skin elicits such delightful reactions.

Amelia trembles as Arthur rests his head on her hip and his breath fans over her skin. “Your turn,” she breathes, tugging pointedly on his robe.

Arthur stands, reluctant to let her go at all. Her body is so lovely, as lovely as all of her, more so for her life being etched all over it. He kisses her, gripping her waist while she unties the sash holding his robe closed. As the fabric slips from his shoulders and falls to the floor, revealing him to her entirely, Arthur feels truly naked for the first time in a long time and he relishes it.

Amelia’s eyes widen when she sees the twin gold rings, accented with bright red rubies, pierced through his nipples. She licks her lips subconsciously and slips her respective index fingers through each one, giving them an experimental tug.

Arthur grunts softly which apparently encourages her because she tugs just a little harder and twists them slightly. “Oh yes, Amy,” he moans, “yes yes, harder.”

Amelia stalls at the nickname, but only because it surprises her how much she likes it. She watches his face intently as she does as he asked: pulls the rings harder and twists them further.

Arthur’s eyes roll back and he bites his lip. “Ahhh yes, love, that’s bloody brilliant.”

Amelia notices his hips jerk toward her and she feels his erection brush against her stomach. Her breath catches and she steadies herself. Her hands glide appreciatively over his chest, occasionally flicking the rings, but she avoids looking down at first. She had known he would be beautiful, as all companions are, but this is a little ridiculous, really. His light freckles dust his skin down to his shoulders and along his arms and the rest of him is flawless and fair. His body is toned, muscles well-defined with just a bit of cushion, all evidence of the strength and style with which she has seen him fight. After admiring him for a moment, she finally dares to look down.

Arthur follows her gaze and it’s rather endearing really, how she seems to need to prepare herself to look at all of him. Her hands on him are both reverent and curious. It is so deeply gratifying how she gasps and her eyes widen when she finally drops her gaze below his waist, so gratifying that he moans low and loud in the back of his throat, though her reaction does beg the question, “Have you never seen a naked man before?”

Amelia squirms, both from the question and from how pretty his cock is, long and so thick and she can’t help but run her finger over it, from base to tip, feeling it twitch and harden further. Without looking up at him, she answers quietly, “I have… there’s no time for modesty in war and all, but… no, not in a situation like this.”

Arthur’s grip tightens involuntarily on her hips. “Fuck,” he mutters emphatically, mostly to himself. He draws them against his and groans at how they fit together almost exactly just like this. He kisses her neck and nips at the shell of her ear. “I’m going to ruin you,” he promises.

Amelia’s heart pounds in her brain as she melts in his arms. “As if ya haven’t already,” she whispers breathlessly, head spinning as his cock presses between her thighs. 

Arthur sits on the end of the bed, feet still on the floor. He nudges one knee between her legs, just to keep them apart, as she stands in front of him. He presses his lips to the slight swell of her stomach just below her navel and caresses her thighs, tickles them really judging by how she squirms, moving ever inward. Upward. Until his elegant fingers are ever so lightly brushing her lips.

Amelia whimpers and braces herself by gripping his shoulders. “Arthur…”

“You’re shaking,” he says, letting his other hand rests gently on her waist. “I’ve hardly touched you. I wager you’re already wet for me as well, hmm?” He dips one finger in further and is rewarded with slick, silky heat which spills over now and he uses his fingers to coat her with it.

“Please, Arthur!” she begs, clenching her hands tighter on his shoulders. Her legs threaten to collapse. His touch is so different, so much better than touching herself. 

Withdrawing his hand, Arthur licks his finger and moans. She tastes absolutely divine and it makes him crave more of her. He cups his palm over her mound and presses that same finger inside her.

“Ahh!” Amelia screams, nearly doubling over. She sobs as her fingers thread into his hair. 

“You’re so sensitive,” Arthur murmurs teasingly, but he couldn’t be more pleased about it. He inserts another finger just to hear her cry out again and she doesn’t disappoint. She’s so tight and his cock twitches at the mere thought of her wet heat wrapped around him, the thought of her coming undone with his cock inside her.

Amelia’s moans and sighs and whines as his fingers thrust into and scissor her open. She feels so full just from that, but then he removes them again and pulls her into his lap.

Arthur wraps his arms around her. The new angle has her breasts directly in front of him and he wastes no time in pinching her nipples, twisting them and making her cry out, the same as she had done for him. When he can’t resist any longer, he nips one with his teeth before wrapping his lips around it and sucking fervently.

“Fuck!, fuck, Arthur oh~” She holds the back of his head with both hands. “Please, don’t stop, don’t—ah!”

After creating several deep red marks, Arthur switches to give her other breast the same treatment, only this time, he simultaneously slips his hand between her legs again. If he hadn’t believed her before, he certainly knows now that she is a virgin. He has the absolute joy of being her first. If he has any say in the matter, he’ll be her only.

Amelia can’t think straight. Pleasure slowly coils tighter and tighter inside her and the spring is set to snap, but the second before it does, Arthur draws away, taking the pleasure and Amelia’s breath with him. “You! You goddamn—! Agh!” She slaps her hand over her mouth, abashed, but the sudden deprivation is maddening and the smirk on his face is infuriating—softened only by enamored look in his eyes.

Arthur laughs and falls back onto the mattress, leaning up on his elbows. “Don’t worry, Captain, I have very little intention of denying you. Now come here.” She moves to lie on top of him and he shakes his head. “No, love. Put your knees on either side of my head.”

She blushes brightly when she realizes what he intends to do and a thrill jolts through her and if not for her frustration, she might have protested. Instead, she crawls up the mattress next to him, kisses his lips once and then does as he instructed. The vulnerable position leaves her wobbly until Arthur’s warm, wide hands begin massaging her thighs. 

Arthur can’t help that he practically salivates. The way she trembles above him, her musky scent and the wet sheen on her pretty, pink lips all turn his hunger ravenous. Here is yet another thing which pales his dream by comparison, especially knowing that he is the only one besides herself and perhaps a doctor to ever see this part of her. “You are sublime,” he hums against her silken center. “A little lower though, please, love.” He keeps a firm grip on her thighs as she eases closer. “That’s it… mmm, just like that.” Arthur nuzzles his nose against her, randomly darting his tongue out.

Amelia yelps and bends forward almost involuntarily, bracing herself against the headboard of the bed. “Ahh! Arthur! Ar— oh fuck!”

Arthur smirks and his cock twitches at hearing her call his name like that. He massages her with his tongue and runs it over her clit. It’s his first real taste of her and he is immediately addicted. 

“Ar—ah~ Arth—ohh,” Amelia babbles. She can’t even pick out individual sensations as Arthur licks and sucks on her. The most she can discern are his hands squeezing harder on her thighs and the soft, delighted moans that get pressed against her center. Other than that, his ministrations are just a blur of pleasure that leave her shaking and gripping the headboard for dear life. “Ple—plea… ahhh fuck!”

Arthur mentally smirks as her hips rock minutely back and forth, she’s most likely not even aware of what she’s doing and he certainly isn’t about to stop her. Her pussy becomes increasingly wet until his nose and chin are as coated as she is. The throb in his cock is proportionally increasingly difficult to ignore and Arthur focuses his attention on her clit until all her muscles tighten and her thighs threaten to crush his skull, though he remains undeterred.

Amelia cries and whimpers and sobs broken syllables of Arthur’s name as she comes. Nothing she has ever done to herself has made her feel like this. When the ecstasy begins to subside, it leaves her shaking and she just barely manages not to collapse on Arthur, instead falling to the bed on her back next to him.

Arthur pants as heavily as she does when she moves off of him. Not from lack of air, but from the effort it took not to climax right along with her though he hadn’t even touched himself. He moves to lie beside her on his side. He throws his leg over hers, the one nearest to him. This presses his cock against her hip and he rocks against her the way she had against his mouth. He trails his fingertips over her flushed skin, kissing her shoulder. He cannot recall ever seeing her look this… happy. It makes his heart swell. “Liked that, did you?”

Amelia takes a deep breath only to make an affirmative little growl, vaguely nodding her head. She shivers from him grinding against her. As good as she feels, she is far from sated and her body squeezes tight around an emptiness that had only been theoretical before now: an emptiness that Arthur is mere inches from filling. But also… “Give me a minute, I’ll return the favor… although I ain’t promisin’ to be any good at it.” She still wants to try.

Arthur groans at the idea. If he lets her, it will be the end of him… at least for the time being. “No,” he murmurs, moving over her. He spreads her legs apart, rubs his palm just below her navel. He dips down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on him and with well-practiced ease, he opens a small pot on the bedside table. He scoops some of the clear gel inside onto his fingers and coats his cock with it—all without breaking the kiss. 

Amelia gasps when his lips smudge hot against her neck and something cool presses against her pussy. “Arthur~” His fingers slip easily inside of her and it’s not enough. Not nearly. “Please. Please, I need—”

“I know,” he rasps, lining himself up to her. He teases her with just the head of his cock. “I do too.” As hard as it is, he reminds himself to be gentle, to move slowly. He draws back and scissors his fingers inside her, stretching her as much as he can. “It will likely hurt,” he warns.

Amelia stares right at him, though she knows her face is bright red. “Not… too much I think. Feliciana helped me find this… well… it’s a thing. And. Ya know. It’s not as big as you are, but…”

Arthur’s brain latches onto the thought of her in her bunk, fucking herself with a toy, probably thinking about him and he kisses her fiercely, if only to make her stop talking about it. In that same moment, he sheathes himself all the way inside her. The noise—somewhere between a grunt and a cry—that bursts out of him forces him to break the kiss. He holds himself as still as possible over her, watching her face intently. 

Amelia breathes, makes herself relax. It does hurt, but it’s not exactly unpleasant, especially with that emptiness now completely filled. Her body responds to him instinctively, adjusting, opening for him, getting wetter than she has ever been before. She looks down, smiling giddily and then back up at him. His gaze is dark and hungry and makes her walls flutter around him.

“Fuck,” he breathes. He won’t be able to hold still any longer and then, gods help him, she wiggles her hips. As if instantly forgetting every lesson he learned at the Academy, he begins moving inside her unceremoniously and every inch of her around him is his whole world and he fits inside her perfectly. “Amy, oh love, yes,” he moans, managing to keep his pace slow, just to feel her.

Whatever pain there had been dissipates as Arthur moves. She chokes on everything she tries to say, particularly when he calls her like that; he sounds so reverent. She wraps her arms and legs around him, sighing and mewling as he thrusts harder. Then he strikes her in just the right place, that spot she’d never quite been able to reach on her own. She screams in pleasure and clings tight to Arthur like she’ll drown in that pleasure if she doesn’t hold onto him. “Ar—oh ple—Arth—ah, there, there oh yes,” she babbles.

Pride, triumph really, surges in his chest; no one else could ever make her feel like this, could strike her again and again and again until she’s almost in tears from ecstasy. And he’ll see it to it that no one else will even have the chance to try. He focuses on her pleasure because if he doesn’t, the pulsating squeeze of her body around his cock would be too much, even for an experienced companion like him. It pays off when her body tenses around him and her back bows, arching herself into him. “Yes, love. Come on my cock, ah gods, yes that’s it. Let me feel you.”

Amelia cries, though no sound comes out. She desperately bucks against him as her orgasm takes her under and then blasts her into stars. It has never felt like this before and now she’ll never be able to live without it. She’ll never be able to live without Arthur.

Arthur leans down to kiss her neck, though it’s more a smudging of his lips against her skin, up to bite her earlobe and purr against the shell of her ear, “Good girl.” He has managed to breathe enough to regain some control over himself. He continues rocking into her, slowly, but driving, intent on making her do that again. He presses himself to her so that the cool gold rings adoring his nipples rub against hers. “Good girl. Will you come for me again?”

Amelia gasps at the slight tugging motion, head swimming in bliss. She would have kicked his ass from here to Boros any other time for calling her that, but in this moment, it only has the tension coiling in her belly once again and it feels too good for her to even wonder how it’s possible. Arthur is just making her do it—hitting that spot with deadly accuracy. It’s mere seconds before she’s sobbing, the tension snapping and taking her under once more. She only drowns this time, but it’s still bliss, absolute bliss.

“Oh Amy,” Arthur praises, “my good girl.” He wants to make her come over and over and it’s clear that her body might be capable of that, but dear gods, he’s on the verge of losing it again.

Her chest heaves as the tension washes away and she looks up at Arthur’s flushed face, it’s clear he’s only hanging on by a thread. His skin is hot and sticky as though he’s going to melt into her; she wants that. She reaches up and brushes her hands over his face, runs her fingers through his hair. “Your turn,” she says on a happy sigh. “Wanna feel you too.”

Arthur pushes himself up, holding his arms straight with his hands on either side of her head to give him leverage to pound her. “Ah~ Amy. Love. Blood hell.” Looking down at her pretty blue eyes, mussed golden hair, flushed breasts heaving… it’s like a dream only a million times more wondrous.

Amelia briefly closes her eyes, savoring every inch of him and before she knows it, she reaches yet another climax, this one far more gentle than the others. It leaves her rapturous enough to let him completely have his way with her. She bites her lip coyly at him and then drops her gaze to his chest where those pretty gold rings dangle. She hooks a finger into each one and pulls. 

Arthur’s rhythm stutters, stalls. “More,” he begs, “harder. Harder. Please.”

She pulls harder, twists them nearly one hundred and eighty degrees and grins as he shudders and bows his head, his cock thrusting harder and faster into her. It must be an accomplishment, right? to turn a companion into a desperate mess. She twists the rings back the other way. She releases one and leans up as best she can, grabbing the ring between her teeth and then sucking on it along with his nipple. She swirls her tongue over the metal and the faceted stones set in it.

It’s finally too much. Arthur peaks, higher than he can ever remember. Her legs wrap around his waist, holding him fast, as her mouth and fingers switch sides. “Amy. Yes, ah, just like that, yes, yes, so good.” He spills inside her, fills her with cum. Feeling her orgasm on his cock was bloody fucking brilliant, the most amazing thing he has ever felt, but releasing inside her is a damn close second.

“Mmmm,” Amelia tosses her head back and moans in ecstasy as he fills her, hot and wet. She caresses him softly with her hands smoothing over his tense back, spreading her legs further at her hips, digging her heels into his back to keep him from slipping out. 

Arthur finally stills, a few last shudders running down his spine and through his cock and he collapses onto her, his face cushioned by her lovely breasts. He only stays there a moment, before lying next to her and pulling her against his side.

Despite being almost painfully sensitized, Amelia slips her fingers between her legs, just wanting to feel him still inside her. No one had ever told her, warned her, that sex could feel so good. But if they had, she might not have waited for Arthur and he seems to be so pleased that she did.

Arthur hums happily and watches her play with herself, having a fair idea of what she’s doing. It makes his spent cock twitch futilely. “Alright there, love?” he asks, still breathless.

Amelia presses her legs together and squirms. “Mmhmm. Feel good all over. Inside even.”

“You have no pain, then?” 

“None. I’ll say you know your trade quite well.”

Arthur chuckles and kisses her. “I’m not your companion, Amy. I have my skills, but that was… I promise you, that was not my trade. That was my body responding to your body, my heart speaking to your heart.” He nuzzles his nose in her hair.

Amelia drapes her arm over him and sighs giddily. “I love you too,” she murmurs. 

Arthur pulls her tight to him. “Say you’ll be mine,” he begs. “Even if I’ve no right to ask. Say you’ll have no one else.”

Amelia melts. “It’s already been so,” she confesses. “Don’t see how it could ever be otherwise.”

An urgent desire in Arthur’s blood relaxes into a sweet certainty and he gently pets any part of her he can reach.

“Oh god,” she laughs, “We’re gonna have to tell everyone.”

Arthur shakes his head, chortling. “I promise you, everyone will be relieved. Except for Alfred. That poor lad is too dim to even notice how heavy the tension between us has been.”

Amelia pouts and then sighs. “Yeah, you’re probably right and I’ll be the first to admit I ain’t all that subtle.”

“Yes, but I rather adore that about you.”

“Yeah? What else do you adore about me?”

Arthur pushes her onto her back to lean over her. “Oh Amy. My love. It will be far more efficient to show you… again,” he brings up her hand to kiss it, “and again,” he moves to kiss her neck, “and again,” and seals it with a kiss to her lips. 

[bethanydelleman]

Feminine and Strong and Jane Austen

Jane Austen never does something that many writers do to set their heroines apart from other women and show their intelligence\strength, which is give them masculine traits or interests, or worse, have them show disdain for feminine interests and traits. Jane Austen shows that her heroines can be strong, intelligent, and good, while still being very feminine or girly.

Catherine Morland is the most tom-boy heroine, playing baseball and neglecting her dress, but only for a page or two before she starts caring about her appearance and curling her hair. Her parents praise her improved looks and she is flattered by compliments, which is gently laughed about, but not with disdain. Jane Austen doesn’t require her heroines to disregard their personal beauty, though the best men fall in love with minds and not faces. Catherine even talks about her dress choices with her love interest and he responds to her seriously.

Fanny Price, the most moral female character, spends an entire chapter stressing about what to wear for a ball. Neither the narrator nor Mary Crawford, whom she consults, makes fun of her for it, it is a natural thing for a young woman to feel. Fanny also worries about her gown being too fine on the way to a dinner party. Hollywood Strong Female™ would never worry about something so trivial. But Jane Austen shows a type of strength that is also completely womanly. Fanny can be moral, kind, and principled and like to look good in company.

After a ball, it must be discussed and the things being gone over are entirely girly. Both Elizabeth Bennet and Fanny Price have a need to talk about the ball, which at least in Fanny’s case, is presented seriously in narration. Lady Bertram cannot remember what people were wearing or what was said, but Mary and Mrs. Grant do the tasks “which are so essential to the shade of a departed ball” and Fanny actually feels mentally better afterwards. Elizabeth meeting her friends to talk about the ball is called “absolutely necessary.” Mr. Bennet will not talk of lace, but Jane Austen’s heroine’s must and there is nothing wrong with that.

Characters are shown being too concerned about dress as a negative trait: Mrs. Elton and her over-trimmed gown are a great example of this, but even Jane Fairfax seems to style her hair with care. Marianne neglecting her dress is a sign of her depression over Willoughby; an indication that caring about appearance is viewed as healthy by the author.

The reason I love this so much is that we are often shown women as strong when they inhabit male roles. In fact, sometimes Hollywood just slots in a woman for a role written for a man. Jane Austen’s characters are completely feminine: they do not attempt to enter the male sphere, they show that female intelligence can be equal to male (Emma is a slight exception as she has a kind of unique control over her home and father, but even she loves a ball). Elizabeth Bennet doesn’t need to wear pants or ride astride for us to see that she is in every way an intellectual equal to Mr. Darcy. Fanny Price doesn’t need to disdain discussions of lace to be moral and stand strong against extraordinary family pressure, she can very much do both. Like Elle Woods in Legally Blonde, Austen’s heroines show us there is nothing wrong with wearing pink.

[the-thirteenth-prime]

Okay, but I can’t help but be bewildered by all of these people who think that Malenia would deliberately hunt down Radahn for some slight or because of sibling rivalry when she is one of the most passive, chill characters in Sekiroulsborne Ring history. I’m not even joking. You find the woman taking the longest depression nap ever and she only fights you because you’re invading her and her brother’s sanctuary. She only smacked the shit out of Godrick because he insulted her and then probably immediately curled up like a ball and whined like a weenus at her feet after she punched him in the nose. You hear all about Miquella’s designs to become a full god and to actually use his Empyrean-ness for something, but never a mention of Malenia’s other than ‘well she’s an Empyrean, too’. Like, she just has. No fucking designs to go change the world on her own. She’s more than happy to be her brother’s blade. Malenia’s a reactive character. She kind of passive. And that’s fucking great. I actually really love that, because not everyone has to be a protagonist, and you don’t have to be a protagonist to be a badass or change the world. Hidetaka Miyazaki and GRRM could descend from the heavens right now and tell me that it’s canon that Malenia sought out Radahn on entirely her own volition and I would call bullshit. You could hold a gun to my head and I would still refuse to believe that anything but a direct or active threat to her brother’s and/or the Haligtree’s safety would have driven her all the way from the fucking Consecrated Snowfield to Caelid.

Miquella is the chessmaster and Malenia just loves him and is happy to be here. Her three main interests are her brother, swordplay, and women, probably in that order. Miquella probably rants and raves about the injustice in the world and how much their parents suck and Malenia just smiles and nods along in complete agreement and wow, isn’t her brother the best? She loves him so much. He’s gonna be such a good full god one day and she’s gonna help him get there. What? Her own candidacy to godhood? Who cares--have you seen how awesome her big brother is? He is tiny but full of rage and hope and she loves him so much. Get out of my face before I snap your spine over my leg, Godrick.

Like, I keep having this image in my head of a meeting between the demigods following the Shattering, and it’s Morgott, Mohg, Radahn, Rykard, and Godrick all standing in a circle and screaming at each other (like they’ve probably been doing for the past two hours). Meanwhile Miquella is sitting in Malenia’s lap, reading a book and quietly planning his own overthrow of the status quo and future socialist empire, while Malenia’s just braiding his hair and yawning. Like, god, she could be helping her brother liberate the albinaurics or making out with Finlay right now. This is why they left Leyndell with a fucking sapling in a pot 1,000+ years ago and only go home for holidays.

Eventually she gets done with braiding and they’re still yelling, so Miquella just starts reading aloud and she hangs onto every word. Another hour passes and Miquella says he’s bored and that he wants to go to the fantasy version of Chuck E’ Cheeses instead, and Malenia just scoops him up under one arm and walks out. Radahn tries to stop her and she snaps his wrist without looking. They get fantasy pizza and come back to the meeting three hours later. Malenia won Miquella a giant stuffed butterfly in a ring toss game and swung by Caria Manor to give Ranni the leftover pizza before coming back. They’re still screaming aside from Morgott, who’s huddled in the corner crying. Malenia still does not care but does poke out Mohg’s one remaining eye when she catches him leering at Miquella. They decide to just go back to the Haligtree and it’s noon the next day before the rest of the family realizes they haven’t shown up for lunch.

Look, my point is that Malenia could not have been assed to deal with Radahn on normal circumstances, but he probably was talking shit about invading the Haligtree or making Miquella his political god-consort to his future ‘Elden Lord’,  and she just got the lesbian army assembled and was all ‘FUCK THIS GUY IN PARTICULAR’ all the way to Caelid.

[mysticmousecat]

Hey, if you’re still taking requests, could you maybe write something for a drunk Viktor x reader?

Maybe it gets NSFWish???

Love your work and really loved your personal (non-fanfic) writing. It was short but intriguing!

Thank you so much!! There is so much stuff, non fanfic and fanfic stuff that I'm working on right now, I'm so glad you liked the little bit of it I posted. Also, to anyone who may want to, don't be afraid to send just general writing prompts, it doesn't have to be for arcane or any show, just general things to write.

So, I'm gonna do this with a tipsy Viktor and not totally drunk since I feel like we're gonna start branching into some consent issues with that, so this is Viktor who is a little tipsy but still has all of his faculties.

Title: Liquid Courage

Rating: M

Warnings: Spicy, Consumption of Alcohol, Alcohol brings out the slight exhibitionist tendencies in Viktor

Words: 2.6K

Tipsy Viktor x F!Reader

You had been to many, many, many galas in your time working at Piltover Academy, Piltover typically liking to find any reason to gather a bunch of people in a room and get them drunk while celebrating whatever was relevant at the time, a new decision made by the council, a new diplomatic agreement with a new territory or a new development of progress, as was the most common cause for celebration. This gala was in honor of Hextech, as most progress galas seemed to be over the last 12 some odd years that Hextech has been gracing the people of Piltover and Zaun alike with their innovations. You remembered when Viktor had first started attending these, much to his disappointment that he was required to be here instead of working himself to near death in the lab every night like he was one to do, he had been awkward and unfamiliar with the territory, unused to people viewing him as anything other than some Zaunite who happened to get lucky enough to make his way into Piltover, he stumbled through conversations with wealthy nobles and the first time a woman had shown *particular* interest in him he'd been about as coherent as a goldfish. Much to your amusement.

As the years went on, Viktor got smart, he'd regularly schedule to be out of Piltover shortly after a new Hextech innovation was announced, fleeing to his laboratory in Zaun for a few days until the inevitable celebration and gala were over, he claimed that it was so he could catch up on his work there, people needed assistance with augmentations and he had to make sure his important work there went undisturbed by any uninvited visitors who perhaps got a little too curious about the local eccentric scientists rumored devious experiments. Rumors spread by local children who enjoyed scaring their friends with stories of how if they snuck into the lab they'd come out "Changed" or something dumb and childish like that.

This was something that he'd done for years, you were fairly certain you hadn't seen Viktor at an actual progress gala in 3 years, so it was a massive surprise to you when you walked in this evening to see the very man of your thoughts mingling with various noble women. He wore a striking blue waistcoat buttoned over a deep red dress shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbows, an equally royal blue tie fastened perfectly around his neck. He held a glass of champaign in his gloved hand, his other keeping a firm grip on his cane. He looked like he belonged there, and you felt the air leave your lungs. Who the fuck gave him the right to look so good?

You stumbled a little at the thought that he would actually be seeing you tonight, not that you didn't look absolutely fantastic, it's just that in the years that you'd known Viktor was more than likely not going to be at these galas you'd gotten a little...adventurous with your wardrobe. You had come to terms with your feelings for Viktor a long time ago, and you had come to terms with the fact that he would never return them, so on these nights, when you knew he wouldn't be there, you had a habit of... distracting your heart. You'd come dressed to the nines, with dresses that were maybe a little more revealing than they needed to be, enjoying how many eyes fell on you over the course of the night, dance with as many people as you could, and maybe even go home with one of them every once and a while, though that particular habit had become more recurring over the last several galas, due to the fact that apparently your heart hadn't gotten the memo that the man it wanted was very far out of your reach.

Tonight though, tonight Viktor would see you, see the dress you had chosen, a dress that was the same deep red as the shirt he wore under his blue waistcoat, a dress with a plunging neckline, showing off the smooth skin between your breasts, a nearly nonexistent backing and flowing skirts that nearly reached the floor, a high slit that started at your hip, showing off plenty of your (y/s/c) skin. His gaze was going to fall to you at some point tonight and you weren't sure how well your heart was going to handle that. You tried to follow your usual plan, you found men eager to dance with you easily, their touches suddenly searing on your skin in all of the wrong ways, their blatant displays of attraction to you making you feel sick when usually they'd make you feel powerful. You hadn't looked to see if Viktor had seen you yet, you weren't prepared for that. Though you knew you were eventually going to have to talk to him, he was your friend, you couldn't just avoid him all night, nor did you really want to, despite your nerves, part of you wanted him to see you, wanted to see if you'd find the same hunger in his eyes that you saw in every other man who looked at you.

"Need another dance partner?" A voice whispered in your ear as you stood near the edge of the room, collecting your thoughts. You jumped at its sudden appearance before the sudden recognition of who the voice belonged to settled into your bones. You turned quicker than you'd meant to, coming face to face with the man who'd been plaguing your thoughts the entire night. The moment you felt his eyes on you made you feel so exposed, you felt the way his gaze made molten heat course through your veins. Suddenly you remembered he'd actually spoken to you.

"I didn't take you for someone so keen on ballroom dances." You supplied, trying to feign at least a little bit of confidence. He seemed to consider your words for a few moments before a smile graced his lips.

"I've found that a few glasses of champaign can make even the most astute of minds make questionable decisions." Something in his tone told you he was talking about more than just dancing, but you couldn't place what it was. He presented an open hand to you, a silent invitation. "You have yet to truly answer my question, however." Looking at him you saw the way his features were more relaxed than usual, the normal furrow of his brow softer, his shoulders loosened and lowered, a playful upturn to his lips. It seems a few glasses of champaign was good for more than just loosening Viktor's inhibitions. You placed your hand gingerly into his, letting him lead you closer to the large group of merry people toward the center of the room. You easily let him pull you closer to him, placing a hand flat over his chest, the other coming to rest on his shoulder while one of his came to rest flat against the center of your back, you were sure he could feel how hot your skin was under his touch, though he brought no attention to it. While he took the lead, it was a slow lead, two of you a bit more isolated than everyone else around you, and as looked up at him you could have sworn the two of you were the only ones in the room.

"I didn't even know you knew how to dance." You said in a hushed tone, realizing your proximity to Viktor meant he'd probably be able to hear a whisper if you so desired. He let out a breathless chuckle at your words.

"Heimerdinger had insisted I learn when I arrived at the Academy." The hand that had previously been flat on the center of your back began to dip lower, coming to rest on the small of your back instead, pulling you ever so slightly closer in the process, so close you could recognize the smell of champaign. "At the time I'd found the lessons to be tedious and troublesome, though now, I'm quite glad I had them." Your heart was pounding, your thoughts beginning to feel foggy, like you were drunk but you hadn't had any alcohol tonight, you were just intoxicated by his touch.

"I thought you didn't like coming to these galas." You finally found your voice again, looking up to once again meet Viktor's amber eyes. "What changed?"

You could practically see the cogs turning in Viktor's head as he tried to formulate his answer, finally he seemed to decide. "I wanted to see you in this dress." He spoke bluntly, like what he just said hadn't made you nearly lose your footing and had his hand not been so firm on your back you may have.

"How did you-"

"Mel." He answered your question before you'd even finished asking it. Of course, Mel would have known what you were wearing, she'd been the one to help you pick it out. She also was the only other person who knew your feelings for Viktor and knowing her, she probably also knew he'd be attending this gala and just conveniently forgot to make that information known to you while she helped you try on dresses. "In fact, Mel has been an invaluable source of information." You felt the rock in your chest when he finished.

"And what information would that be?" Your voice was hardly more than a whisper. Did he know? What was he thinking in that steel safe that was his mind?

"That while I've been away in Zaun during these... occasions," He started, leaning a little bit closer so you could feel the breath of his words against your ear. "You've been rather popular amongst several of the guests." You recognized something in his tone, something that confused you for a moment.

"If I didn't know you better, Viktor," You started slowly, your voice low and words hushed. "I'd say you sounded jealous." You weren't sure where the sudden burst of bravery came from, but you were going to run with it and pray you were right about what you thought you heard.

Viktor was silent for a moment, and for a minute you thought he wasn't going to answer you, until "Should I be?" The two of you had stopped moving, but you hadn't pulled any further apart, still only inches from each other, in each other's space, and neither of you seemed to want to move. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, searching for any indication that you were just reading too far into the situation, that this was in fact totally friendly, and you were just letting your feelings muddle your perception, but what you found in those amber eyes took your breath away. Previously you'd wondered if you'd find the same hunger in them as you did in the eyes of other men at these galas, what you saw now wasn't that it wasn't hunger like you were used to, it was longing, desperation, nerves that managed to peak through under the blanket of alcohol.

"No." You whispered, your eyes never once leaving his. "They're all just place holders."

"For?"

You thought for a moment on how to answer, eventually you just decided being direct was your best chance. "For a certain inventor who I'd very much like to kiss me right now." The breath he took in sharply at your words brought a smile to your lips. You saw his gaze flick from your eyes to your lips, he seemed to be weighing his options, fighting some unknown battle in his mind before he spoke again, the tone of his voice nearly making your knees give out from under you.

"As much as this inventor would love to do just that," He started, leaning forward again so he could speak directly into your ear. "I'm afraid I'd have some trouble keeping my hands to myself, and we are still very much in public." You were suddenly very aware of everyone around you again, you'd forgotten about them, deafened to their presence by the sound of your hot blood rushing in your ears.

You let the hand you'd had resting on, now gripping, his shoulder drift down toward this tie, following the fabric down until you reached the first button of his waistcoat. "We can fix that."

The lab was closest, but the two of you barely made it halfway there before you found your back against the wall of the hallway, Viktor's hands griping your hips and his lips on yours in a desperate kiss. He tasted like champaign and lust and the first brush of his tongue against yours had you fisting into his shirt, pulling him closer as your other arm went to wrap around his neck. His hands started their trek up, grazing up the expanse of your bare back, searing your skin perfectly the entire route. The heat in your abdomen was nearly unbearable, you'd never been so desperate for someone else's touch in your life, but here you were, clinging to this man like he was a lifeline.

His lips made their way to the underside of your jaw, sucking hard before nipping down your neck, the back of your head colliding with the wall behind you as you caught your breath, or tried to that is. One of his hands came to rest on the back of your thigh exposed by the slit of your dress, hiking your leg up and hooking it around his hip, holding it in place as he crowded you against the wall. His other hand had also left your back, leaving your heated skin to lay flat against the wall. His hand came up to graze his fingers down the skin of your chest exposed by the low cut of your dress, however once it reached the fabric of your gown, he didn't halt his decent, instead dragging his fingers down the front of the dress until he reached just above where you could feel your arousal. The first feather light touch between your legs knocked the air from your lungs and you clung to him harder, pulling him closer until you could feel just how worked up he was against your hip. His fingers were deft and precise, dipping down to circle your covered clit, pulling the most desperate keen from your lips your certain you'd ever heard. When he pushed aside your panties to roughly press two fingers into you, you would have screamed had it not been for his lips once again on yours. His pace was steady inside you as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge with just his fingers. You were fairly certain you'd let him fuck you right there in the hall had it not been for the approach of voices coming from the other end. Viktor pulled you away from the wall, pulled his hand from between your legs and collected his cane which he'd rested against the wall when he'd practically slammed you against it. The voices had been two partygoers, wandering the halls of the academy who barely spared the two of you a glance as they passed by. Once they were out of earshot you heard Viktor clear his throat.

"Perhaps we should move this somewhere... more private." He supplied as the two of you once again began making your way to the lab, where Viktor made sure to lock the door before spending the remainder of the night finding out just how loud he could make you scream.

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Hidden Marks

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Request:  Hii! If you still taking request I want ask for an soulmate au with Elijah, where which one of them have the same mark. He and his soulmate are very good friends for a long time and never have thought about this, but someday he see her mark and find out about this but don't tell her for being afraid of hurting her because of his family -Anon

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Tad bit of angst, mentions of blood, but that's canon at this point.

Author’s Note: I apologize that this wasn't out earlier today. But there was some things in it that were bugging me and I just couldn't let it post without fixing it! It's still the 7th for me so this is your fic for the day! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

“Oh come on,” Y/N said as she turned and faced Elijah as a smile pulled at her lips. “Are you really telling me that you’ve given up on looking?”

Elijah shook his head slightly as he let a huff of air past his lips. “For as many times as you’ve tried to persuade me to find who my soulmate is, my answer has remained the same.”

“Deep down I don’t think you mean it.” Y/N said with a slight tilt of her head. “You give the advice of your best friend ‘needing’ to find who she is ‘destined’ to be with, but you wont take your own advice or mine for that matter.”

When Elijah was younger, he believed that Soulmates finding each other was something magical. He may have lived with his mother who was a witch, and even a few of his brothers, but this was different. Elijah could remember the stories some of the villagers told him about how they found their soulmates. That the marks they were born with would match the person they were meant to be with.

Elijah had hoped that his soulmate would come along and he’d get to experience that kind of magic that he witnessed. He wondered who his soulmate was. How he would meet them and when they would realize who they were to each other. But when Henrik died, Elijah had felt his opportunity to meet his soulmate had been lost the moment he became a vampire.

The magical feeling he once believed in had been diminished over time. As the centuries had passed Elijah had never once met someone who he would ever be his soulmate. That there was no longer someone out there that would share the same mark as he did. As the years passed, the thoughts of a soulmate had all but diminished.

Elijah’s mark had been just below his left clavicle. The mark is a few shades darker than his skin tone. An intricate design of three circles intertwined in a horizontal line. His clothing always covering the mark from everyone around him. So long as it was covered, he wouldn’t be asked about it.

At least that was until Y/N came into his life. The vampire may have been several centuries younger than him, but they had become close friends over the past century. Elijah had met her during his time away from Klaus. The need to be away from his brother for a while had proved to be much needed. And when he met Y/N there didn’t seem to be anyone else better to spend his time with.

But during that time, he never mentioned what his mark looked like, let alone asked her what her mark looked like. Y/N was like Elijah in some ways. She once believed that soulmates were like fairytales. But when she turned, the notion of having her soulmate found had diminished.

“Was it not just a few hours ago that you reminded me that you’d rather not find them?” Elijah asked as he watched her.

The smile she had on her face faded slightly. “I have my reasons.” she shrugged slightly. “I may change my mind if I see you find yours.”

A light chuckle passed Elijah’s lips as he began walking down the pathway they stopped in moments before. “I wouldn’t hold your breath.”

There were several more conversations similar to that between them. But no matter how many times each of them brought it up, they both believed that they didn’t want to know who their soulmate was. They were content with their lives and it avoided the disappointment if their soulmates were human and lost some time ago. This way, there wouldn’t be heartache.

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“Elijah?” Y/N called out as she struggled to keep herself steady as she walked into the compound. She hadn’t ever expected to go to Elijah when she had been injured. But she needed help this time. Someone had attempted to shoot a wooden bullet at her and it was currently lodged in her back.

In a blink of an eye, Elijah was in front of her taking in her appearance. His eyes had widened as he helped her over to a seat in the courtyard. “What happened.” He asked as he took note of the current bullet holes in her shirt.

“Oh you know, failed attempt at making friends.” She tried to brush off the pain that was currently radiating through her. “ I just need you to help take one of them out. The others were easy to do. But this one is lodged in there.”

Elijah moved behind her as came to take note of where she had been speaking about. There had been a tear in her shirt from the attempt to make the bullet hole bigger to get the wooden bullet out. He could see the healed spots from the others that she had been able to take out.

It was as he moved the fabric aside to begin pulling the bullet out that he noticed the mark right above it. He stopped for a moment as he took in the horizontal circles that were intertwined. For as many times as he had seen his own mark, it was replicated on Y/N’s skin.

Y/N could feel how he hesitated; she looked over her shoulder at him. “What is it?”

Elijah shook his head slightly. “I believe that is the first time I’ve seen your mark.” He said before he began to poke and prod at the bullet hole.

She hissed as she felt him digging into her skin and muscle. “There’s a first for everything.”

Y/N knew that while they had joked and pressed the other to go in search of their soulmates, they never once actually saw each other’s mark. For the century and a half that she had known Elijah, she had never once seen Elijah’s mark, just as he hadn’t seen hers until this moment.

Elijah hadn’t said anything in response. If anything he was letting his mind go over everything the last several centuries had shown him. He had been at his lowest, the lowest that he could be as a Vampire, when Y/N had entered his life. They had gotten along so well during that time that Elijah just considered it them having a lot in common.

“I take it now that you’ve seen it, you’re going to go on a mission to find my soulmate for me?” She asked a moment later, hoping to fill the air with voices instead of the sound of blood and muscle being messed with.

“I thought you disagreed with that plan.” Elijah tried to keep his voice normal as he talked with her.

As much as seeing the mark should have made him happy, that he should have stopped right then and there and told her what it was that he realized, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It had nothing to do with the bullet that he was now pulling out from her back. If that had been the case, he’d tell her the moment he watched her skin begin to heal before his eyes.

“Oh, I do.” Said with a nod as rolled her shoulders, stretching out the muscles of her back where the bullet had been moments before. “That doesn’t mean it will stop you from doing it.”

Her words had caused him to chuckle as he pulled out his handkerchief and began cleaning his hands of her blood. She turned towards him in her seat, watching as he tossed the bullet onto the table a moment later.

“I have no intentions of seeking someone out that you do not wish to meet.” He noted with a nod of his head as he looked over at her. Even after getting into some trouble, she still looked as if she could still take on the world.

There was something in her eyes that changed a moment after his words had pierced the air. “Would you tell me if you saw the mark on someone else?”

“Of course.” He said even though it had been a lie. He knew he wasn’t going to speak of the very mark that was on his chest.

As much as Elijah wanted to express every thought he was having at the moment, he couldn’t allow himself too. Not with the past that he had. Not when there were multiple reasons why he didn’t want her to know.

Not to mention the track record he had with the women in his life. While one would argue that it was all meant to lead up to him meeting Y/N, Elijah knew that even she wasn’t immune to the darkest parts of his family or even himself.

He watched as she stood up from her seat. “Thank you for helping me with that.” She gestured to the bullet. “Would I be able to interest you in a little night hunt?”

There was a smirk pulling at her lips, one that Elijah couldn’t stop one from forming on his own. She was offering him a night of catching those that attempted to harm her. Between the two of them, the sport of keeping each other and his family had been a game of keeping score. His head nodded in agreement at the thought of helping her.

He always promised to help keep her safe. And it was as they began leaving the compound that Elijah realized in order to do so, he was going to have to keep his mark hidden from her.

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Levi x Reader: Drunk Love

WARNING: NSFW!! Levi stood there, completely nude, in front of Erwin and Hanji as he covered his stuff while avoiding their gazes. His cheeks turning pink with his hair messy with fly-aways in every direction and his body covered in bites and hickeys. Erwin stood in Levi's living room, not amused, while Hanji was laughing until she was in tears.

"Sooo...you wanna tell me why you are...?" Erwin trailed off.

"I dunno....I-I...just woke up like this...."

"You were drinking last night, huh?" Erwin asked, more like stated.

"A little...." he mumbled, then clicked his tongue.

"Woooow Levi~!" Hanji laughed more.

"Shut up" Levi slightly growled as he tried to remember his actions last night.

~flashback~

Levi sat at a table in a bar with a few of his friends and co-workers, passing time and attempting to get away from the stress of work. Eren, who happened to be one of his best workers, offered him some food while drinking his drink. No sooner did another song start to play, a familiar woman entered the bar with Mikasa.

"I've never been in a bar.” Mikasa stated.

"We can't buy alcoholic beverages so we can just have water and some food. Give us some free time from all the work we've been asked to do." Y/n replied.

She nodded in agreement, looking around at her surroundings only to see the men at Levi's table looking towards them. Truth be told, Y/n and Mikasa worked in the same building as Levi, just on different floors. The two had met on a few occasions and even had small talk in the elevator whenever they were going to the same floor for meetings, but never actually got close to one another.

Levi glanced at the two as they came in and made a bit of a face. "I guess they're getting the same thing you are, Eren." He smirked behind his glass as he looked at Eren's drink suited for him being underaged. Eren pouted and gave somewhat of a glare towards his boss. "If you weren't my boss, and I wanted to not get fired, I'd slap you like I do Horse-face." He mumbled in his glass of apple juice.

"You sound like you're plenty drunk on apples," Levi stated as he set his glass down. "Now you finally have a chance to talk to that girl. I've seen you eyeing her at work." Hearing his comment, Eren did a spit-take with his drink; coughing and pounding his chest a bit. Once he got his breath back, he looked at Levi like he grew two heads.

"Are you insane or drunk?!" He slightly yelled in a whispered tone.

"I'm neither. You shout about being better at your job than The Titan Company down the road but you can't even talk to a girl."

"Yeah?! W-well what about the girl you stare at?! You seem like you stalk her!"

"The only time I even see her is on the elevator. Are you sure you aren't drinking beer?" Levi retorted.

"I'm underage to be drinking unless someone spiked it when I wasn't looking." Eren calmly stated as he took another drink.

"If no one did, they might need to so you can actually grow some balls for at least an hour and act like a man instead of a loud little kid."

Eren glared. "Shut the hell up....I do act mature. Just on some levels." He, then, turned away to stare at the ebony female with a slight blush on his slightly dark skin.

”Can you prove that?" Levi smirked at Eren's attitude.

"What did you say?" Eren growled, thinking his boss is picking a fight when he doesn't feel like throwing a punch while Mikasa is here.

"I said to prove that you aren't a child and go talk to her," Levi told him.

"Fine. I will." He suddenly stood up and walked towards the two sisters, feeling confident in his moves. Levi smirked as he watched, wanting to see how much of a train wreck it would turn into. But the minute Eren was only five steps away, he froze. His face turned a sheer scarlet red and felt his palms get sweaty. But what he didn't expect to happen, was that Mikasa noticed him and gave a small wave to him, making him lose his cool and speed-walking back to his seat before face planting the table. Mikasa flushed a faint pink but couldn't help to give a minuscule smirk from his failure to walk over.

"You’re a wuss" Levi muttered.

"Fuck you....." Eren mumbled against the table.

Levi smirked and took a sip of his whiskey before standing. "Let me show you how it's done," he stated as Eren groaned and watched him as he made his way towards the girls.

Levi walked over to the older of the two with a confident stride, the alcohol taking the edge off of his normal attitude. Y/n was too busy talking to Mikasa to notice him. Taking a french fry off her plate, she ate it and smiled as she was talking about her latest masterpiece for the company due to being in the advertising department. Mikasa mentioned a work project that’s due next week before looking over Y/n's shoulder to see the male.

"This seat taken?" Levi asked.

Y/n turned towards the voice of the male and her eyes widened. "M-Mr. Ackerman....! It's nice to see you again." She smiled softly at him.

"The same to you" he stated. "We don't see each other often. I thought we could talk."

"Of course! Come sit with me!" She smiled and patted the seat on the other side of her. He gladly sat, looking towards Eren and winking in success mainly to show off before talking to the two women. Eren growled and slammed his hands on the table and walked over once more before offering a hand at the grey-eyed female.

"May I sit with the beauty who I'm looking at~?" He asked with a smile.

Mikasa looked and blushed brightly at his words but nodded. “Sure."

With a small hum, Eren sat beside her before gently holding her waist to bring her closer to him. Her blush darkened, looking at her plate of food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Y/n eyed the boy, a little surprised at his actions before drinking her iced water, smirking behind her glass as she knew Mikasa has a crush on him. Levi rolled his eyes, ignoring Eren as he talked to Y/n, keeping up a conversation about her interests. About an hour later, Levi was not feeling like his usual self. His cheeks were flushed while his eyes were dilated, black pupils taking up more of his steel-blue corneas. Y/n had offered to take him home while Mikasa stayed with Eren since he's completely sober. After that, Mikasa waved as she left with the green-eyed boy.

He tried to refuse, saying he was fine but she insisted, eventually giving up as he slumped over the table. Y/n slung one of Levi's arms around her neck; the other around his waist while leading him outside. Digging in his back pocket for his wallet and keys, she pressed a button to activate its panic alarm. Upon hearing a frantic horn, she turned to her left to see the flashing lights of a sleek black Ford Mustang. After calming the automobile, she gently helped a drunk Levi into the passenger side before slipping herself behind the wheel. Y/n opened up his wallet and found a small piece of paper with his name and address written in beautiful cursive. Pulling up the GPS on her phone, she punched in his home address to help her navigate before revving up the engine and beginning to drive to him home.

Levi did his best to keep the alcohol's side effects from taking over, grinning as he remembered the feeling of her hand in his pocket but stayed quiet until they got to his house. Once Y/n had gotten him out of his car and into his house, after she had unlocked the door with his keys, she walked him to his room and placed him in bed. She gave a small huff from how heavy he is for a short man. As she tried to leave the room, Levi had grabbed her wrist to keep her in place.

"(Y/n)," he muttered.

"Levi. You're drunk. You need to rest." She said softly so as not to hurt his pounding head.

"Only if you rest with me." He said, not because of how many shots he’s had, but because he’s wanted her since the first day he saw her and this was the only way he could get himself to say it. Y/n smiled and pried his hand off her arm so she could help him get comfortable by stripping him of his clothes. Y/n flushed a scarlet red when he was now only in his briefs which held a proud tent.

He smirked a bit as he watched her. "You can look if you want"

"I-I rather not, thank you...." she stuttered before going to find him some bed clothes he could wear; giving him time to look over her body that was shown by the jeans and shirt she's wearing. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail and her feet dressed in regular tennis shoes. He blushed from more than the booze in his system as he looked over her, letting her help him dress before laying in the bed with him. Y/n covered him up along with herself and sighed softly as she turned her back to him so she can sleep since it's after midnight.

But with Levi still drunk, he couldn't go to sleep. No. He didn’t want to go to sleep. He had a beautiful woman in his bed and he wanted her to be his woman. No one else’s. Levi took advantage of his drunk state and suddenly rolled Y/n onto her back, pinning her to the bed. She blinked, shocked from his sudden actions.

"L-Levi....?" she stuttered.

"Y/n.....~” he purred in her ear while sliding his hands up her shirt, making her shiver at his cold slender hands on her heated skin. "Let me love you," he whispered before colliding her lips with his own, making her body stiffen. She soon felt intoxicated by his touch and kissed him back, craving for more as she entangled her fingers into his soft black hair as she moaned.

Levi kissed her deeply as his hands made their way to her breasts, feeling the soft flesh against his skin. Arching her back at the feeling, she pulled away from his lips for air but gasping the minute he latches his own to her sensitive neck. She moaned his name when he bit her neck then pulled back with a smirk. Y/n looked down to see that Levi had, somehow, stripped her bare naked without her noticing. Trailing kisses down her body, she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair again as she closed her legs when he got between them. He rubbed her thighs soothingly before kissing them to help her relax. Once he thought she was ready, Levi opened her legs and placed his head between them. His tongue slid along her folds before flicking at her clit. Her hips jolted upwards while her fingers tugged at his hair, giving loud lewd moans.

Levi smirked and started to go faster, making her squirm and squeal in complete ecstasy as he tasted every inch of her. He then sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth as his tongue did wonders. Y/n panted as she arched her back off the bed while her head flew back into the pillows, desperately wanting to move away but his hands held her down in place as he ravished her more. His teeth gently grazed her clit, making her lose control of the volume of her moans as they got even louder before she finally released with a squeak. But Levi kept going, making her beg as he continued to drain her of every drop before pulling off with a small pop. A trembling Y/n laid there panting heavily as Levi licked her clean, sitting up to look down at the beautiful sight under him. Levi chuckled and laid beside her with his arm draped over her waist.

Y/n calmed down from her overstimulated high before she made the bold move to pin him to the bed instead. Levi looked up at her in slight shock from the sudden move before his breath started to hitch when she started to rub the bulge in his pants. She hummed and stripped him bare of any clothes before suddenly going down to suck his cock. Levi's hips bucked at the sudden pleasure of her hot mouth on him, panting as he felt her tongue do circles around the tip.

"(Y-Y/n)~" Levi moaned as he gripped the sheets. "Ngh...! I-I'm gonna....! Ah!" he gave a loud moan as he came in her mouth. Y/n swallowed it all, a little disappointed that he came that quick, and sat up before marking him in hickeys and love bites, loving the sounds that were coming from his mouth. After she was satisfied with her work, she straddled his hips before pushing herself onto him, making her gasp and him moan. When she felt comfortable, she bounced on him as her hands rested on his chest. Loud slapping noises of skin colliding and loud moans filled the room. Y/n decided to bounce faster and go all the way down, earning her a loud moan from Levi as he gripped her hips to help her keep steady.

Pretty soon they both hit their high and came together. Y/n collapsed onto Levi's chest, panting heavily as he held her close to him. Having to pull out, he laid both their bodies on the bed and pulled her to his chest after covering them both with the blanket and going to sleep.

~back to the present~

Y/n walked out of the bathroom only to see a naked Levi standing there, in front of his boss and co-worker as he tried to suppress his blush. Smirking, the said female walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and satisfied hum.

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith~. Levi was a good boy last night with all the moans I made him do~."

At that, Hanji ran out with Erwin on her tail, trying to suppress their nose bleeds while Levi was a blushing mess at the moment from her comment. Y/n laughed at his reaction and kissed him briefly before giving him a warm smile and going to make breakfast. Levi sighed as he went back to his room to get dressed.

'Maybe getting drunk wasn't so bad after all......'

[my-mt-heart]

You know I like what one of your anon's said about it not really being necessary to show Carol saving Daryl from a narrative point of view.

Being that we know he and Rosita would survive even if Carol wasn't involved.

I think the writers were trying to lightly illustrate the trust Carol has in Daryl, that she didn't jump to conclusions nor make any accusations about why he hadn't shown up. Unlike Leah who blamed him for their "breakup" a couple of times.

And I don't know if it means anything, but I see a slight parallel in that Leah asked Daryl to basically choose if he belonged with her or not. And he asked for 3 days. She didn't come for him.

But when Daryl asked for them to have lunch and agreed to a time that he didn't show for, Carol came for Daryl. And I don't know, if someone had my back the way Carol has Daryl's, I would never look for anyone else to have a romantic union with lol.

Even in the small things Carol is faithful to Daryl and really values his presence and their time together. And I am sure that is not lost on Daryl. I think that perfectly sets up Leah's return. Daryl will undoubtedly weigh the two relationships he has with these two women in his mind.

Yes, interesting that Leah pops back up in the same episode of Daryl's longing for Carol and Carol's mini rescue mission. By this point, I think Daryl definitely understands the differences you just pointed out and Leah will have no emotional power over him the next time they face off.

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Feeding The Flames: Hammer Time

Summary- 1.6k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny has an interest in a new sex position in which you laugh about at first. There is just no way you two can actually pull it off. But Johnny knows better. 

This is written for @imanuglywombat​ “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge. NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content

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“Johnny, No.” You stared at disbelief at the video he was showing you. 

“Y/N, Yes… Come on, this is nothing.” Johnny pressed in against you from behind, his arms circled around your waist while he was teasing your earlobe with playful nips of his teeth. 

Your eyes widened at the video when the couple came together in a rather loud pornographic moans, scoffing. “Look at that girl, she's folded into a pretzel and acting like he is god's gift to women. There is NO way in hell I can fold like that Johnny.” You turned the phone off and set it on the counter. Your boyfriend was crazy if he thought he was gonna try that with you. 

Johnny's hold tightened and twisted you around to face him, giving a slight pout of his lips. “You doubt me Sweetheart? I wouldn't have shown you this if I didn't think we could have some fun with it.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him while he let his warm hand ease under your shirt, little tickles of heat following his touch while he rubbed at your hip. You knew this game, his game. Johnny would be so damn persistent when it was something he wanted. So you tried a new tactic, see if you could distract him another way. You licked at your lips and turned your gaze teasing, playful. “You know, I heard that the motocross is in town. What if we went down there this weekend and did some roleplaying. You can be the bad biker boy and I will play the innocent admirer who you can fuck under the bleachers after you do the crazy trick.” You finger walked up his chest, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and arching into him to nibble on his jawline and kiss up to his lips to kiss him dirty, a flick of tongue against his and clashing teeth against his till he fisted his hands in your shirt and ground you in against him. 

Got him… you smirked a bit to yourself before whispering to him. “You do the ‘Flame On’ move during your stunt, I will be sure to go to my knees for you.” Your hand rubbing against the front of his pants and he arched his brows with interest when you dropped back to the flat of your feet, waiting for confirmation. 

“Even that thing I like with your tongue?” He wiggled his brows and you winked, nodding. 

“Twice Baby.” You bit your bottom lip, dragging teeth across it a moment. 

“We can do that… But I still want to try Thor’s Hammer.” And all your hard work came crashing down. 

“You really would want to do something called Thor’s Hammer, wouldn't you Johnny.” You huffed out and he broke out into a grin, tickling his fingers up the back of your neck. 

“Come on Babygirl, you know if anyone could wield that hammer, it would be me.” 

“Mmhm, we will see. When your calling us an ambulance and have to explain it because you bent me into a knot and you strained some muscle trying to hold yourself up while fucking me. Also, your wining me and dining me first.” 

“Of course.” He agreed, sharing another kiss. 

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Johnny was good as his word, he took you out to your favorite restaurant that night, using his celebrity superhero status to get one of the best tables. You two laughed over appetizers, flirted over dinner, and when you two had a drink at the bar before leaving, it turned into mini make out sessions while dragging you back to the car to get you two home.  

Falling into the apartment you two shared, each grabbing at your clothes now and shedding them while crashing against each other, giggling against each others mouths and Johnny backed you into the couch, dropping to his knees and dragging your skirt down to rip it off your legs while you toppled over the arm of the couch with a squeal. “Johnny!” 

Hot mouthed kisses flowed up the inside of your thighs as he pushed them apart with his shoulders. “What? I got you where I want you.” He licked a stripe along your panties and you grabbed at his scalp, trying to press him closer to your core as he bit at it playfully, pulling it away till it wasn’t pressed against your skin. 

“You are still wanting to do that hammertime move?” You whined while draping your legs over his muscled shoulders. 

“Yes, I still want to do Thor’s Hammer.” He flickered a flame against your panties as he was drawing them away, the heat searing you in a flash as your panties turned into nothing but ash he blew away and buried his head in between your thighs to devour your pussy. Rational thought trying to dissuade him disappeared as your head tilted back into the cushion, getting high as fuck on the way he played his tongue between your folds. Johnny never held back when eating you out, long licks, sucks to your clit and folds had you crying his name and arching for him when your orgasm coated his face. Sinking into bliss, you felt Johnny grasp the back of your thighs and stretch your legs back, making you groan at the stretch as you wrapped your hands around the back of your knees. 

“God I hate you for making me try this.” You muttered and Johnny loomed over your view, his palms squeezing your ass cheeks. 

“You love me or else you wouldn't be doing this. Besides, aren't you a bit intrigued at how this will feel.” He pulled away and you could hear him pulling at his clothing to get it removed, and then he was climbing up on the couch to get in position. You snorted as he stretched over you, trying to hide your grin. 

“This is an angle I have never seen you in before. Nice balls.” 

Johnny smirked down at you as he ran his cock through your folds, letting your slick coat his cocks head. “Hope you're enjoying the view because I am.” He stated as he slid home, making your moan lewdly while he stretched you open. His muscles straining to hold himself up, reaching behind him to grasp the back of the couch. “Jesus fuck Y/N.” Your thighs tightened, which just made your muscles squeeze around him, making him groan out once more. “You keep on doing that and you're gonna make me cum before I even move.” 

“Sorry, but what did you expect at this angle?” You let go of the back of your knees and dug your fingers into the couch cushions as he started rocking, pulling out and sinking back down. There was no denying that you felt stuffed with him, angled thrusts hitting you in different spots and obscene noises from your now drenched pussy just add to the loud moans and groans filling the room. 

“It's even better than I thought” Johnny said above you, his hand flexing against his thigh as he used it for leverage, rocking forward to grind himself into your clit, making you cry out his name and grab a hold of his shin while you bounced into to cushions with the impact of his movements. 

“Fucking hell Johnny…” You cried out, your fingers digging in enough to gouge his skin and a familiar knot had you squirming underneath him. 

“You gonna cum baby? All over my cock cause it feels fucking good dowesnt it.” Johnny grunted out and you were shaking your head in a up and down agreement, gasping as it felt like the air was being punched from your lungs. 

“Yes! Oh fuck yes, Im about to.” 

You could feel Johnny warming up inside you, his cock twitching as he to was close as you were, and another slam into you over and over hitting your sweet spot sent you over the edge, your leg shooting out and Johnny yelled out, trying to hang onto his balance while he released his own spend, shaking from his own orgasm. He ended up falling back onto the back of the couch to perch, his own legs quivering from his high and the strain of holding himself in the unnatural position for so long. 

Breathing out, you scooted up the couch to stretch your own aching muscles while he slipped down to stretch over you, leaning on his elbows on each side of your head while grinning down at you. “So… was it as bad as you thought? You seem pretty fine to me.” 

Your hands roamed up and down his back as you pulled him down to lay against you, his head tilting to nib on your neck while you arched a bit under him, humming in post orgasm bliss. 

“Okay… it isn't so bad.” You clenched your fingers into his back muscles that you felt rippling under your palms. “But can you just pound me into the couch like this now? I ache and don’t feel like trying to put too much effort into getting off.” 

Johnny laughed deeply, rocking his hips against yours while licking against your neck and kissing your sweet spot against your pulse. 

“Would you be comfier in bed Baby?” He nuzzled against you and you whined out. 

“Yes please.” 

“Okay, come on.” He scooped an arm under you and you wrapped your legs and arms around him, snickering against his neck as he carried you to bed. “That cant really have work you out?” He teased and you lifted your head to catch his mouth, shifting to slide your hands against his face and moan into the kiss, rubbing your body against his as he kicked open the door. 

“Fuck no Johnny, we’re just getting started.” 

[c0mmencement]

i'm watching How I Met Your Mother and How I Met Your Father (both for the first time) contemporaneously. overall, just based on their respective first seasons, i think that HIMYF has a slight edge over HIMYM; my rationale is under the cut

Male Characters HIMYM: Marshall is the only likable male character in HIMYM. Barney is a straight up s*xual pr*dator and Ted is just...annoying. in the first season alone, Barney has said that the "only reason to wait a month for sex is if the girl is 17yrs and 11mos old" which is??? so gross??? he also filmed a woman without her permission while they were having sex???? and he also made clear his intentions to have sex with women so drunk it wasn't clear they could even consent (on multiple different occasions)????? i understand that these qualities are written to be unlikeable (probably to show character development later), but these traits are also never really condemned by his friends; the most they do is just roll their eyes and change the subject. if not criminal consequences, i believe he should face some social consequences, at the very least. regarding Ted, he is super whiny and annoying. it's as if the writers decided to challenge themselves to write a very similar, but somehow worse, version of Ross from Friends HIMYF: i truly don't have any issues with any of the male characters because they haven't yet done as much to irritate me as Barney has. Charlie is clearly entitled, but he seems eager to work on that. Jesse is just navigating getting back into dating and working on his career. he is generally fine, though it was sleazy of him to come onto Sophie when she was still dating Drew; very Robin/Ted/Victoria of the writers. Sid is engaged and willing to work with his fiancee on their issues in addition to being willing to put himself out there and try new things with her in order to make their LDR work out. he seems like a good guy and i like him Female Characters HIMYM: Lily and Robin are both fine. they have regular people issues and respond to things in a generally typical way. the thing i don't really like about either of them so far is that their development has really centered around their romantic relationships and not much else. it's hard to get a multidimensional character when they are only ever really shown or developed with respect to their love interests HIMYF: Sophie is clearly supposed to be Ted in this version, but she isn't nearly as annoying. i have the same criticism for her as for Jesse though: she shouldn't have reciprocated Jesse's advances while she was still dating Drew. Valentina is a complex character; i like her and i think she is going to have some interesting growth. Ellen hasn't been developed that much, but i did really like the vulnerability she showed when discussing her relationship with her brother. this show seems to be much better at developing women outside of their relationship to men: Sophie's career and relationship with her mother have gotten screen time, Ellen's relationship with her brother was explored already, and Valentina's career has been slightly explored (though, Valentina is most at-risk for becoming a one-dimensional female character, in my opinion)

Overall HIMYM: i'd give it a score of a 5.5/10. maybe i just need to give it some more time to grow on me so that i can be be invested in the characters more (but i will say that i don't think HIMYF wrestles with this issue as much; more on that below). i think another issue is that HIMYM relies too much on nonlinear narrative techniques for their storytelling in an attempt to be unique. it’s totally fine to throw different directing styles into the mix in every once in a while, but it seems to be utilized in the vast majority of HIMYM episodes. i do acknowledge the fact that this show is a cult favorite with very respectable ratings, so i definitely don't want to write it off too hastily. i also don't really have anything else to watch right now, so i'm gonna stick with it a little longer to see if i end up liking it once i'm a few more seasons in HIMYF: it's a little premature to make any conclusive comparisons, but in my opinion, HIMYF is a little bit better than HIMYM. i'd give HIMYF a score of a 6.5/10: its comedy is executed better (in most cases) and it also has stronger, more diverse, and generally more likable characters. it's only eight episodes in, but it's already developed many of its core characters in a decently engaging and meaningful manner. i cared about the characters and their respective challenges right off the bat, and i just truthfully can't say i felt the same immediate connection to the characters on HIMYM. i also feel like, although they're clearly trying to modernize it with slang and technology, they aren't doing it in an overly cringey way (it can still be cringey though lol not gonna lie). overall, i like it and i’m happy it got renewed for a second season!

[secretshinigami]

Meet you under the sun

Author: @lightlessons For: @danthegeek Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami/L Lawliet, Misa Amane, Kiyomi Takada. Rating/Warnings: M. Mature language, Swear words, Alcohol consumption.  Prompt: AU Light is a popular Collage Student and invited to a beach party. He is having a lot of fun, is flirty and arrogant as we know him. He is dancing with Misa, who is not his girlfriend but has a crush on him. Then, L joins the party, somebody brought him along. He is chilling awkwardly by the buffet when Light takes notice of him and joins him at the buffet. He has seen him before a couple times on the campus, but never talked to him. What happens next is up to you…

Author’s notes: I bent the specifics a bit in that I had Light talk to L  just a bit after seeing him instead of immediately, because i felt it fit the pacing I had better. Hope it’s still okay though :-) 

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“Don’t tell me you’re a Beach Volleyball junior champion too,” Takada joked after Light obliterated (yet again) a team of what appeared to be sociology majors, or something equally pointless, she had that small, half-hearted smile that was so characteristic of hers but with the slight frown of someone who isn’t used to being impressed.

Light laughed humbly. 

“I’m not. Maybe my experience with tennis helps somewhat? But I’ve really never played it before.”

His classmate sighed, and Light thought that being constantly made aware of his numerous skills had to be tiring for her. “You must be just naturally talented then,” she supposed as she fixed her hair behind her ear in a strange bashful gesture that must mean she was finally surrendering over to Light’s natural charm, as one would expect. 

“Or those two are just awful,” Light smirked conspiratorially. 

The young bourgeois laughed, which was what Light was hoping to achieve. Takada always enjoyed laughing at other people’s expense.

Light wasn’t much of a fan of the beach. There was too much sand getting into bad places and too many people acting as if the transition from monkey to hominid had never been made. Too much noise and too much sun and too many girls asking him to slather them with sun blocker, as if he’d pop a boner over touching their skinny naked backs. But, if there was something he’d learned from a very young age was the importance of having good public relations, and so when Kiyomi Takada had invited him to an exclusive beach party, he knew he wouldn’t say no to the daughter of the Sankei Newspaper’s owner. He’d gone into To-Doh not just looking for a quality education after all but in the hope of forming good connections too. 

And this party, filled with Tokyo’s most important youth, was a perfect opportunity to start rubbing shoulders. Light was young and attractive and athletic, perfectly composed to be like a bug zapper for these kinds of things. 

Plus, the lively music and the three margaritas he’d already had were kinda getting to him. 

“LIIIIIIIIGHT!!!” A familiar voice suddenly screeched from somewhere behind him. 

Oh dear God. 

Five feet of blond supermodel darted towards him through the small crowd of spectators that had formed for the match. Misa Amane, bimbo extraordinaire, had finally shown up to the party in all her unbridled glory. 

“Oh, that was so cool! You’re always so cool, Light,” she proclaimed with shiny eyes while all the other men around and some of the women ogled her in her small two-piece red bikini with a blackthorns and vines pattern, as characteristic of the gothic style she favored. 

Now, Light didn’t dislike Misa. She was cute in a very whiny-cat kind of way. Sort of endearing at first but jarring as the volume increased and the minutes went on. The first time they met she’d claimed she felt a cosmological affinity towards him or some such bullshit and then proceeded to interrogate him for his zodiac, moon, and rising sign, whatever the hell that meant–he hadn’t been paying attention. She was useful, though, in that she was somewhat famous and happily willing to do him any favors, or connect him with any of her large contact lists, even when he’d already been clear about not being interested in any non-friendly relation with her (using the hardships that came to celebrities’ partners as an excuse), he was a gentleman, after all, and he wouldn’t toy with a woman’s feelings. 

“Hey Misa,” Light gave her an easy smile that would hopefully settle her for the rest of the day. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere for the past week! Where have you been hiding? Not with Kiyomi, I hope!”

Takada at his side made an affronted sound that seemed to choke on the way up her throat. 

“Behave, Misa. I’ve told you I’m not your property,” Light belittled her with only mild sternness. 

Misa shook her head enthusiastically. 

“Misa is only teasing, Light! She promises! Besides, Kiyomi and I have started getting along since Spanish class. Haven’t we, Kiyomi?" 

Kiyomi seemed startled for a moment, as if she didn’t expect Misa to call her out like that, but recovered quickly to settle her face into her usual cold mask of indifference. 

“I suppose so.” 

“Aw, don’t be like that. We even planned a fake trip to Playa del Carmen together! Oh, Light, you should join us!” 

“I’m taking Korean.” 

“Not in class, silly, on the trip!” 

"Right… then I happen to be busy around that time of year,” he joked, throwing a smirk at Takada and earning the most formal of snorts he’d heard. 

"Miss Amane does have a fondness for fantasizing,” Takada replied instead, like a ready viper waiting for the perfect moment to strike at her victims. Oh, there’s no need to be mean with her, Kiyomi. 

The implications seemed to get lost on the blonde, however. 

“Pfft, you’re no fun. I’ll borrow him for a bit, Kiyomi. Clearly he needs a little loosening up, and you’re not exactly a party animal, are you?” 

Before Kiyomi could reply Misa had already taken Light’s arm and dragged him to the bar for more drinks. Light had to admit, the cocktails options were impressive, and he sort of wanted to try everything on the menu, but in the end, following the beach spirit, he and Misa both ordered a piña colada, and while usually, he wasn’t a fan of too much sweet in his alcohol, the fresh taste felt like a blessing under the hot summer sun, enough that soon he found himself chatting amicably with Misa and even had to catch himself from -dear God- giggling at something she said. 

Such was his mildly buzzed state when a sight at the corner of his eyes caught his attention. Turning around, he understood why. A black-haired man was standing under a palm tree and sipping at his own colada, with his back very badly curved in an awful posture and huge eyes fixed somewhere on the sand. Weirdly enough, he was wearing jeans to the beach with only a loose tank top to combat the scorching weather, and still, his wild mop of hair was the most recognizable part of him, which was in itself something, as Light had never in his life seen someone more particular. He’d seen the other boy around campus a handful of times before, but there had never been an opportunity for him to approach him, even though Light had always felt an inexplicably strong pull for him to ask him about his name. 

Misa loudly calling his name made him realize he’d been staring. 

“Misa, do you know who that is?”

Misa squinted in the direction of Light’s eyes, face lighting up with recognition. 

“Of course! That’s Ryuzaki! He’s actually the inheritor of Wammy’s Co. But not many people know about that,” the model smirked like she was telling the juiciest gossip. “People like Takada probably think he sticks out like a sore thumb around here. But the truth is, he’s got more money than any of us combined.” Light’s ears perked up at that. “He’s also one of the smartest people you’ll ever meet, and I’ve met you, Light. I don’t know who invited him, though. Let’s ask him! Hey, Ryuzaki!!" 

The odd student turned around towards the voice calling him and tilted his head to the side in silent interrogation. 

The boy’s assemblage of quirks brought a smile to his face. He hadn’t allowed himself to think it before, but he had always thought the student was rather cute even with how little he knew of him. 

“Who invited you?!” 

Light winced and glared at Misa for how carelessly she had posed such a question, but Ryuzaki didn’t seem the least bit faced and instead cupped a hand near his mouth like a mock-megaphone and shouted: “I just came for the desserts!” with a wide-eyed expression that gave no indication whatsoever of if he was teasing or not. 

Misa laughed like she’d heard the best joke ever and Light just blinked in the boy’s direction.

“Isn’t he a blast?” She hollered as Ryuzaki’s eyes met his.

It was hard for Light to describe those few seconds, but for one single moment, the strings holding his soul together seemed to vibrate at a different tune than they’d played previously. He was unsure if he shivered, but he had to break the eye contact like some damned school girl to pull himself back together. 

Why did his face feel warm all of a sudden? 

"Ooh, I love this song! Let’s dance, Light!” Misa interrupted his thoughts again with a squeal.

“Uhh, sure, yeah…" 

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Dancing was decidedly not as fun unless you had a certain amount of alcohol in your body. Or at least, that was Light’s opinion on the matter. Who’d enjoy several hours of mindlessly moving your body unless somehow inebriated? That’s why Light had to drink another two mimosas to keep up with dancing with Misa for five songs straight, not because he was somewhat shaken up about the guy with the bird’s nest hair and the absent look –Ryuzaki, his brain provided– and certainly not because he was figuring out how to approach him. 

He separated from Misa when the sun was already setting, bathing the sea with a last warm goodbye. Everyone at the beach stopped for a moment to marvel at it, but Light only had eyes for Ryuzaki, who was… nowhere to be seen, sending Light into a momentary panic. 

He almost slapped himself when he found him below the parasol housing the buffet. It was what Ryuzaki had said before about the only reason for coming to the party. Normally, he would have remembered, which only meant Light’s brain wasn’t behaving as fast as it normally would. It couldn’t be that he’d have too much to drink, could it? 

Alright, be smooth, Yagami. 

“Hello!” Light chirped with a wide grin, planting himself beside the strange boy who was staring at the lines of sweets like they were study material. 

Ryuzaki turned to him with a blink. 

That had come higher than intended. 

"We, uh, are in the same faculty? I’ve seen you around 345.”

“Light Yagami. Second-year Criminal Justice major. You’re the son of detective-superintendent Soichiro Yagami of the NPA." 

"Um.”

“You respect and admire your father greatly and your intention is to become the deputy director of the NPA. You’re as ambitious as you are clever.”

“Why do you-”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’re aware of how popular you are around here, word goes around. You’re not the only one I have this sort of information on." 

Light wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be reassuring. 

At the very least, that introduction had sobered him up. 

The other student was appraising him with a curious gaze, as he was starting to learn he looked at pretty much everything. 

"Is that the way you introduce yourself to everyone?" 

"Hmm. Yes, usually. I told you. You’re not special in that regard.”

“In what regard am I special, then?” Light asked cheekily. 

“That’s not-”

But he didn’t let him finish before walking around him like a predator would its prey. He made a show of considering what pastry he’d take and settled for a star-shaped cookie. Ryuzaki watched the whole procedure closely and Light smirked at him as he took a bite. 

Yes, I made you think about my mouth now. How’s that, smart-ass? 

“I think we should get to know each other better, don’t you?”

“And what makes you come to that conclusion?” Ryuzaki supposed. 

“Well, I want to, for one.” Light sassed.

“Are you coming on to me?" 

Light’s confident semblance cracked. It suddenly dawned on him what he was doing and where. Fuck, what if he isn’t into guys? This was why he never flirted with men unless he was sure the other person was at least bisexual! Or just let the other guys come onto him, which he never had a lack of. Shit. 

Ryuzaki seemed to notice his momentary alarm because he placed a hand on his arm in reassurance. 

"No, I’m into it. I was just surprised,” he explained with an earnestness Light wasn’t expecting. 

“Surprised?”

“People like you don’t usually flirt with me." 

"What’s people like me?" 

"Now you’re just fishing for compliments." 

Light grinned, feeling like his assured (but not overly-presumptuous) self again. 

“Swear I’m not.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Your hand is still on my arm, by the way.” 

Ryuzaki blinked at the offender, which was indeed still curled around Light’s tricep like a possessive pale spider. He only let go of it slowly, finger by finger, and Light pretended he could see a faint blush on the other’s face with the last rays of sunlight. 

There was a conscious effort on his part to not brush those sharp cheeks tenderly with his knuckles, less the sudden contact spook his new sudden fascination away. 

“It appears you’re not the only intoxicated one of the two of us,” Ryuzaki admitted in a low voice.

The loud party music and noises of the crowd seemed so far away. 

Light took a step forward. 

“We should–” 

“Light!”

A group of people was coming their way, and Light recognized Takada, Okubo Chise, Kinoshita Hideo, and another fake-blond dude he’d never had any interest in talking to. Kinoshita was the son of a major tech company’s executive and was rotting in money from his million-dollar hair to the ugly fungus in his toenails. Light, sadly, had had a mild interest for him at first, but that went to shit when he came to see how much of an asshole he was. 

Kinoshita grabbed him by the shoulder, while Chise and the fake-blond planted themselves in front of Ryuzaki. Takada, for her part, just stood to Light’s side glaring in Ryuzaki’s direction. What the hell?

“Light, what is someone like you doing talking with a freakshow like Ryuzaki.” Kinoshita wondered, exposing his gums in a self-satisfied smile that quickly raised Light’s hackles. "Don’t you know nothing good ever comes from involving yourself with him?”

“Come again?” 

“It’s true, Light. He doesn’t have a good reputation,” Takada interjected, not bothering to hide the disgust in her face with a once-over to his new acquaintance. “I don’t know how he’d have the nerve to come in here, uninvited.”

Frowning, Light searched to see the face of the boy he’d just been so pleasantly flirting with and, outwardly, found him to appear relatively unbothered. He’d expected him to be angry, indignant, or even sad, but Ryuzaki only had his hands in his jean pockets and was yet again staring with wide eyes at some unknown fixed point as if no one were talking about him. 

“You’re going to have to be more specific about whatever offense Ryuzaki’s done. But whatever the case, I find it incredibly distasteful to round him up like you’re doing.”

“It’s alright, Light. Kinoshita is probably still just angry because I exposed a nasty little online scam of his, and attained information that could lose him the already crumbling favor of his father, and also the fact that he is nevertheless unable to cause me any significant harm,” Ryuzaki answered matter-of-factly without sparing a single glance at Kinoshita’s direction.

Everyone fell silent for a moment. 

Okay, that was… 

Extremely attractive. 

“You’re a lying little cunt!” Kinoshita snarled. 

“The naive teenagers being granted false scholarships would argue otherwise.”

“What? Hideo, you said–” Takada began. 

But the small elite group exploded in an argument about what Kinoshita had or hadn’t done, with the latter giving weaker and weaker arguments. Light was so engrossed in his rightful indignation and the opportunity to disgrace Kinoshita, that by the time he called for Ryuzaki’s own word in the matter the strange student had already left without saying a word.

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“Ryuzaki!" 

The hunched figure paused in his lazy gait towards the beach boulevard, but the dark disheveled head didn’t turn around. Light was panting by the time he caught up to him and he could feel the beginning of a headache already forming. 

Night had already fallen and the breeze charged at them from within the sea. 

"You’re already going?" 

"I am indeed approximately 700 feet from the party." 

"Not what I was asking.” Light rolled his eyes. 

Ryuzaki turned around finally, all sharp angles and even darker eyes illuminated by the blue and purple artificial lights on the street. 

“Well, your question didn’t contain your true intentions either. You’re asking why I’m going. And I assume this means you’d like to talk more?" 

Fastidious asshole. 

L didn’t wait for Light to answer before taking his phone from his jean’s pocket and handing it to him with the contact app open. 

Light typed quickly and handed the phone back, which finally brought a blessed smile to Ryuzaki’s face.

"I’m looking forward to talking to you soon, Light Yagami. Oh and before I forget." 

Long, spidery fingers settled themselves in a careful hold below Light’s chin, and before he had time to process what was about to happen, soft lips gave a feathery kiss to his own, so quick it might have been fantasy if it weren’t for the ghost of a contact searing an imprint over Light’s heart. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you at the entrance ceremony.”

[tropicalchiaa]

Him

Maurizio Gucci x reader

Your little getaway is interrupted by a familiar tall handsome man.

Hello, this is my first little blurb so please be kind and enjoy, or don’t Idk lol

Also yes he was probably racist but...we won’t dwell on that 

It was not unusual for people to stare when you walked by, a matter of fact everywhere you went. It’s not often they saw such beautiful affluent black women. Especially one that did not have to marry for her riches. While you did have the support of your parents and their riches you had taken the silver spoon given and you had turned it into a 24k gold spoon. 

Who were you, “Y/N L/N” the praised luxury fashion designer who got her to start working with other people of color being overlooked by the big, bad, and racist luxury brands. Oh was this an uphill battle but where you guys are right now made it all worth it, your fashions being worn by big stars around the world. It gave you so much joy to be able to give young black girls an idol and to be different from other designers.

You were in Milan for fashion week when you had decided to stay a week longer and check out a ski resort that has been the rave of the industry. So you packed up your crew and decided to spoil them for all their hard work through the season. To your surprise, the resort was not packed which was surprising for how beautiful the snowy mountains looked. But you reveled in the seclusion and were determined to unwind and enjoy this time before you had to jump back into work.

It was the second night at dinner after a long day of skiing and enjoying company that you saw him, Maurizio Gucci, accompanied by his wife. You had seen him the week before during fashion week but paid him no mind, not even when you would feel his lingering stares and he would “accidentally” run into you. He was the enemy and we do not break bread and chat with the enemy, no matter how cute they are.

 “ “Y/N/N” is that who I think it is?” your assistant and close friend said. You cut her off with a clipped “Yes!”, turning your head away already feeling your headache coming back with full force. There goes your peaceful week, now you are going to spend your time avoiding this man's lustful gaze and attempts to get your employees to work at the coveted House of Gucci. When you looked back to make sure your eyes were not deceiving you, you saw the large man break out into a huge smile waving at you as if you guys were the best of friends. “UGH” even worse, he knows you are here too. 

While you tried to enjoy your dinner and company, you were in another hemisphere distracted. He has spoiled your mood and you haven't even talked to him. Telling your team to stay and enjoy themselves, you head up to your room despite the protest. As you were asking the front desk to send up a bottle of wine you are startled by a booming voice saying “Look who it is, the illustrious “Y/N L/N” all shall bow in her presence.” You turn to see a tipsy borderline drunk Maurizio. “Hello to you too Maurizio, although I am not quite as happy to see you as you are to see me.” He frowns, but you smile as you deliver that punch walking to the elevator, hoping to lose him someway, somehow. 

But that joy is short-lived when you hear loud footsteps following you and his voice saying “Why are you such a BITCH!” A small pause happening as you whip around making him halt with a slight wobble. He continues “I have shown I am more than interested in you but you seem to throw that by the wayside and act so nasty.”  How dare he! “ How dare you call me a bitch, when I have simply rejected the advances of a womanizer tycoon who seems to be out to take over my life!” You take a step closer, “ Not to mention you have a wife and children who are probably waiting for you to come to wish them goodnight.” Now huffing in his face bourbon floods your senses and makes you slightly hazy.  You take a step back but are stopped by hands wrapping around you, pulling you into a kiss filled with passion. You tried to resist but end up melting into the kiss, loving the feeling of now. When you did come to your senses you gave him a more powerful push that created the much-needed gap between you guys. 

“Oh Fuck” you whispered touching your lips, “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you just messed up bad but was it really your fault. I mean you thoroughly enjoyed it but you weren't supposed to, for crying out loud he was your enemy and MARRIED WITH CHILDREN. When you look back up at him he has a big dopey smile on his face, which made you mad for some reason. “Finally, you do not know how long I have been wanting to kiss your plump lips. They were much better than I could have ever dreamt about.” Maurizio says as he steps towards you trying to go in for round two. Seeing this you successfully evade him and stumble backward. 

“NO, no, this is never going to happen again,” you said, wondering where this stupid elevator is. And like an answered prayer the elevator doors open revealing his wife looking very upset. You took this as your chance to escape but before you could he took you into a strong hug whispering “ I know you are here for the whole week, the fun is just getting started” Kissing you on the cheek before giving you a slight push into the elevator.As the doors close you can hear the couple arguing and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. “What the fuck did I just get myself into,” you say out loud sighing and grabbing the railing for support. This was going to be a long-ass week.

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[the-bau-quinjet]

Nice to meet you, where you been?

Chapter 2 of In Breakable Heaven!

Summary: Reader becomes acquainted with some members of the BAU.

Warnings: none that I can think of!

Word Count: ~1900

Penny came back out to the foyer, handing you the oversized t-shirt and shorts you left here last time you slept over. You pulled them on quickly, following Penny to the living room where you instantly realized, it was more than just you, Penny, and the tall man in the apartment. You stopped moving as you took in the additional new faces. You had never met Penny’s team before, but she had talked about them a ton. You blushed again thinking of how you must look a mess right now.

“Everyone, this is Y/N! She is my very best friend and she is very sad so we are going to cheer her up.” Penny started the introductions. “Y/N, this is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau aka JJ, and Emily Prentiss.” You took in the names as Penny went around the room. Eyes bouncing between a very muscular bald man and two of the most attractive women you’ve ever seen. “Oh, and for a more formal introduction, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, although you two met at the door.” Your eyes attempted to meet his again, but he was staring at the ground. You couldn’t help the whisper that escaped your lips “Doctor.”

 Either the profilers didn’t hear it, or chose to ignore it, along with the blush forming on your cheeks yet again. You looked around the room again and couldn’t stop yourself from speaking your thoughts. “God, is it a requirement to be hot as hell to work for the FBI?” Everyone laughed as you threw your hand over your mouth, eyes widening. “Oh God. That’s embarrassing. It’s true though, what a good looking team.” That earned more laughter form the group.

  It was clear they were all wondering why you had just sobbed into their coworkers adorable sweater vest. You waited a beat hoping someone would say something. But since they were all staring at you, and you hate awkward silences, you couldn’t help but blurt out “today was my 3 year anniversary with my boyfriend,” Not noticing the slight frown appear on Spencer’s face, you continued “but I went over to his place and found him in bed with another woman. So now I am very drunk.” Their faces all softened, offering slight words of encouragement as you sunk into the sofa and picked up the bottle of white wine from the table. Not even bothering with a glass, you started drinking again. You drank nearly half the bottle before taking a breath.

 “Woah” you heard someone say, but honestly you didn’t know who. “Why don’t we play a game or something? Maybe switch to water so you don’t completely hate yourself tomorrow?” You realized it was JJ talking. “I am always down – hiccup – for a game. I must warn you, I am extremely competitive though. Plus, I don’t get hungover so I’ll be fine.” You looked at their disbelieving faces. “Fine” you muttered, annoyed at having to explain this again, “I’ll switch to water for a bit. But only because I want to win.”

 Penny went to get the cards, confirming your statement “Y/N is right ya know. She has never been hungover. I’ve seen her drink countless tequila shots, chase them each with a wine cooler and clean her entire apartment before 8 AM the next day.”

 “Impressive.” Derek smirked as he looked at you.

 “What can I say? It really boosts my productivity.” The room chuckled as the hot doctor chimed in.

 “Your liver is responsible for breaking down all the alcohol you consume into an enzyme called acetaldehyde, the toxin responsible for hangovers. Recent studies have shown about 23% of people are able to break down the acetaldehyde much faster resulting in little to no hangover symptoms. Whether or not you experience hangovers is based 45% on genetics.” You looked over to him, wildly impressed with the first words you’ve heard him say.

 “What’s the other 55% based on?” You asked, intrigued to finally know why you don’t actually experience hangovers. He looked surprised as he met your eyes for the first time since you entered the room.

 “It’s actually a mixture of volume of alcohol, water, and food consumption.” You chuckled as he said this.

 “Well, it must be genetics for me because there are a few times I remember making very bad choices…” You felt the thought slip away as Dr. Spencer Reid smiled at you.

 “How can she even do simple math right now? Based on the story she’s had 10 drinks in the last 3 hours?” Emily whispered to JJ and Derek. They exchanged glances as Penny finally sat back down with the cards.

 “What should we play?” She asked the room, but mostly you. You could already feel your competitive edge creeping in as you tore your eyes from Spencer’s to suggest one of your favorite group games. “Egyptian Rat Screw!” It should be especially fun since you were all drinking. Nobody seemed to know the game though, so you quickly explained the rules as you took the cards to shuffle and deal.

 “Remember, whoever gets all the cards wins. Slap sandwiches and doubles. Royals have the special rules we just talked about. If you slap and there’s nothing there, you have to put a card in the bottom of the pile.” You said as everyone got situated around the table unsure what to expect. “Ready?” you asked, a mischievous grin on your face.

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 After winning the first two games you couldn’t help but tease everyone “I am definitely the drunkest one here. I thought a group of FBI agents would have better reaction times!” You giggled as everyone laughed along with you. You dealt the cards into five piles, one for each agent. “No cards for you?” Derek asked. “Nope.” You popped the “p” as you took in their confused faces. “I’m going to start with no cards and see if I still win.” There was a clear competitive glint in your eyes, with a matching smirk.  They seemed disbelieving that you would pull out another win, but continued along with the game.

 You hadn’t even tried slapping the table until there was only Spencer and Derek left with cards. Emily, JJ, and Penelope were chatting aimlessly, having lost interest a few minutes ago. You sat up and stared at the ever growing pile of cards. The whole game was basically memorizing the order of cards, or at least the general timeline. You knew as soon as Derek played his jack, Spencer would follow with an identical card. As you spotted the first jack hit the pile, Derek taunted Spencer “Haha pretty boy, one chance to get a royal or I’m pulling in the big pile.” The two of them seemed to have forgotten that you could get back in the game. Spencer smiled as he flipped over what you knew to be a jack. It was clear from the smirk on his face he knew it was a jack as well. What he didn’t count on was your cat-like reflexes slapping the pile before he could finish laughing at Derek’s sad face.

 The two of them looked shocked as you picked up the cards, readying them for the next set of flipping. “Damn girl, I thought you forgot how to play.” Derek laughed at the smug grin you were wearing. He only had two cards left. Easily knocking Derek from the game, he joined the side conversation being had in the kitchen as he resigned to another round lost. You turned to Spencer, almost whispering “Looks like it’s just you and me, Doctor.” Spencer looked up from his cards stating, “you sound pretty confident considering your opponent has an eidetic memory and knows the exact order of both our hands.” You stuck your tongue out as you placed your first card. “Not fair.”

 Minutes passed as the game drew on, neither player really making an advance. You yawned as you flipped another card onto the table, losing focus for just a second. Reid recognized the pattern emerging, getting ready to slap after your next card. You forgot to look at the potential for a sandwich, playing your next card. You noticed it a second to late as you slapped your hand down. Spencer beat you too it though, and when your hand landed it was on top of his. You didn’t move at first, shocked to have lost so many cards at once. Spencer was gloating as you picked up his hand and put it on top of yours.

 He finally looked down to see you pulling the cards toward you before jumping up to get them back. You held the cards close to your heart, faking the offense you felt at his suggestion that you would cheat, despite your very obvious cheating. When he reached for the cards, you backed up into the couch, holding them above your head. He knelt over you, leaning forward to reach your outstretched hand, forgetting for just a second that he really didn’t know you at all and being this close should make him uncomfortable.

 You shrieked as he tickled your sides to pull the cards in. He was gloating yet again as he pulled them from your grasp, not realizing how close the two of you had become. The two of you froze yet again as you felt that same magnetic force as earlier pulling you closer as you looked into his eyes. He cleared his through as he sat up, returning to his seat to finish the game. 

The two of you continued the game until you only had a few cards left. “It appears as though your winning streak is quickly coming to an end.” Spencer joked with you, playing a queen. He was clearly trying to ease whatever tension was lingering from your couch experience. You glanced at the cards in the middle of the table. It must have been 45 cards in the pile. You switched tactics to playing the cards as quick as possible to prevent another mistake.

A queen meant playing two cards in a row. You knew you had two sevens in a row in your hand, so you were ready to take him down. You glanced up stating “Rule 1: The Doctor lies.” You stated matter-of-factly as you flipped over your first seven. “Oh, and don’t blink.” You said, playing the second and slapping it before he finished comprehending your two Doctor Who references. You just had an instinctual feeling that Doctor Who would distract him.

 You finished the game with relative ease as the others made their way back into the room. You celebrated as you took the rest of his cards, completing the game and adding another tally to the mental scoreboard you had in your head. As everyone sat back down, you put the cards away. It was now 12:30 in the morning and suddenly you were exhausted. You rose from your seat, putting your coat back on your shoulders. “I should go home” you said, earning stares from everyone.

 “You are completely welcome to stay the night here!” Penelope said as you continued preparing to leave.

 “Thank you, Penelope, but I already feel so much better.” You chanced a glance at Spencer to see him staring right back. “I want to go home and lay in my bed and throw all his stuff out the window. Plus I could really use some fresh air right now.” Everyone started to verbally object now. Sometimes you forgot what Penelope does for a living and how much she’s seen. “No really, I’ll be fine.” You continued, “I live in The City Block, it’s only half a mile from here!” This did nothing to satisfy the worried looks on the five faces staring back at you.

 “That’s on the way to my building.” Spencer stated. “I’ll walk with you, okay?” You looked up, surprised. Slowly a small smile appeared on your face. “Okay.” Somehow that was all you could manage. Everyone said their goodbyes as you and Spencer made your way out of the apartment and started walking down the street.

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No tag requests from me, but I AM very interested in why you dislike Jakarn so much. Especially since you love Darien, who is very similar. This isn't like passive aggressive or anything, I am actually interested!

I can def see where the confusion might be on why I like darien but not like jakarn, especially since for a bit in the eso fandom I liked to joke that jakarn was just Crimes Darien lol. But I do see a difference between the two that I like to think isnt just my bias toward darien being my main's husband

It's kind of a three parter tho. 1) is that, as an ace person and quote unquote woman, I dont like men flirting with me without my consent. All of Darien's quips, to my knowledge and memory, required the player to initiate with the pursuade passive locked dialogue. He'd sometimes make a comment about boobs or whatever but I never felt like he was Leering at me or my character, and especially not without their consent. Also darien had a lot to his personality besides being a flirt and could turn it off pretty easily. With Jakarn... he cant go one sentence without calling the player good looking. That makes me uncomfortable. And while I havent played the prologue yet, I've heard that his characterization with respects to That is dialed up to 100. I didnt sign up for being flirted with constantly on my characters I plan to do high isle on. Theres just a slight difference in the vibes I feel off of those boys that makes me not find jakarn charming.

2) this is just petty in game interactions but I was at the point of Elsweyr main quest on my stamplar izzy where his quest triggers and had to listen to him fall through the window and call her good looking every time I did my writs for Months. Izzy is a lesbian. It made me want to decapitate him with her big sword. Stop flirting with my lesbian character dont even look at her. I'm also petty for another reason of associating him with someone I'm no longer on speaking terms with and it just tainted jakarn for me.

3) at full risk of delving into discourse, jakarn being canon bisexual while also being a serial cheater and liar has always made me not really love having to see him in game. This is less of an issue with Him and more an issue I take with the fact he's one of the few explicitly bisexual men in TES (not going after ZOS or ESO, including other tes games because they Certainly dont have bisexual representation either), shown to be into men and women (including and separate from the player), and he's not really great representation! I just dont like seeing him for that.

Overall its just that I dont actually see them as similar beyond them being slightly flirty breton men with the same hair. They're very different personality wise and I think a lot of Darien's reputation as a flirt is exaggerated simply because I was big in tesblr, liked him, and people didnt like me. Jakarn has less of a reputation in the fandom and people only had to deal with him in smaller doses before. so we will see how he takes to getting the Summerset Darien treatment for visibility.

Also this isnt me knocking anyone who Does like jakarn. I dont see people as problematic for liking him or liking aspects of him and taking bits and pieces to fit into their own canon. And I think people deserve a space to enjoy that character without being surrounded by I HATE THEM THEYRE DIGUSTING I WANT THEM TO DIE PAINFULLY like so much of tesblr has done about darien

Apologies for this getting long anon I clearly had Feelings about this lol