#[late night muse thoughts yo]

[eraenaa]

Desperate Requirement (Hogwarts AU)

Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader Tag List

Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, Handjob, P in V sex, Semi-Public Relations, Shower Sex, Very Horny Aemond, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2,660

A/N: I really wanted to do Aemond in Hogwarts because when I first watched HOTD, I was just recovering from my Draco Malfoy phase.

“Aemond,” You called, voice distracted and heavily laced with pleasure as his lips were on your neck and his cold hands were hiking up the hem of your skirt higher and higher. “We… we can’t do this here,” You called, your hands tangling in his hair, not at all making any move to push him away and hinder where your actions were leading. You were pushed up against the door of one of the many broom closets in the castle. Aemond pulled you in there as you were on your way to your next class. His actions made you completely forget about the spell in charms you stayed up to study the night before. “The professor is still in a meeting… they’ll be late. Why not capitalize on the opportunity?” He said against your skin, his hand going to your waist to pull you closer to him.

Your eyes fluttered to a close as lips returned to suck on your sensitive skin, making certain to leave a mark. Already amused, he thought about which way you would once again hide them. Will you cover them with those pastes you smuggled from the muggle world? Or perhaps will you, once again, constantly wear your house scarf even though the weather or setting did not reacquire it. Maybe you’ll surprise him and be bold enough to show all the marks Aemond intended to give you to mark his territory. 

You sighed as his hands tried to unbutton your shirt; when his cold touch grazed the warm skin of your chest, your sensibilities returned. “I—I can’t be intimate with you here,” You whispered and pushed Aemond away. “Why not? Just earlier today, you were straddling me in my bed so I would not leave,” Aemond mused, recalling the scene that initially made him yearn for you so harshly at this hour of the day. “Well, that was in the privacy of your room! Anyone can walk in here and catch us! A student, a house elf— Merlin forbid, a professor!” You said and tried to push Aemond away but he would not have it. “Please, darling, just…” Aemond whispered, and you tried not to grow soft at the slight tone of begging in his voice. “Aemond,” you sighed as he took hold of your wrist and guided it downwards, making you feel the need in him. 

You moaned quietly as you felt his hard length, proving that he needed you so greatly.  You could no longer restrain yourself as you palmed his length through his trousers, hisses coming from his lips as you pleasured him through the fabric of his uniform. Cold hands found their way to your breasts, kneading the mounds and making you bite your lip as wetness gathered at your cunt. “Aemond… oh, Aemond,” You sighed, tilting your head back as one of his cold hands trailed downward and cupped your heat. His fingers rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as you continued to palm his throbbing length. Your breathing mixed as your stifled moans and sighs echoed through the broom closet, the both of you reaching your peaks even though your skin had not actually touched. Aemond panted harshly as he spilled himself in his uniform, the spot where his seed gathered turning a darker shade. 

“Scourgify,” you took your wand from your robe and uttered the enchantment. Aemond gave you a lazy smile as his sapphire-colored eye was still hazy from his release. You breathed out a sigh as his lips found yours once more, his tongue teasing your bottom lip and seeking entrance, but you could not be distracted anymore. “We have to go,” You pushed him away and turned to open the door, peeking out your head to make certain that no passerby would see the both of you emerging from the utility room. The both of you reached charms class at the nick of time. Your cheeks flushed, and your neck was covered by your wool scarf even though it was unseasonably warm. Aemond sat beside you, demeanor more lax and a satisfied smirk on his thin lips, and his hand resting on your upper thigh throughout the whole of the lesson. Effectively distracting you from the professor’s lecture. 

You watched Aemond through the whole of his quidditch practice. You savored the way how focused he was trying to catch the snitch. Not missing the stunts he did to impress you nor the suggestive looks he’ll give when he passes you. By the end of their practice, your lip was between your teeth, and your legs were tightly crossed to relieve the need that had gathered in the past two hours of watching him fly around the quidditch pitch. 

You quickly made your way down from the pitch minutes before they dismounted their brooms. You sneaked your way into the locker rooms to wait for Aemond. He was the captain of the Slytherin team, and one of the benefits of that was he had his own private shower stall and dressing room to change in. You bit your lip as you stood in the shower stall, hearing the distant sound of footsteps and chatter from the team. Your breathing hitched as Aemond’s voice was drawing closer, him lecturing one of his teammates about the game, clearly aggravated and frustrated. It would seem this endeavor would serve him beneficially. You bit your cheeks as Aemond’s words died on his tongue as he saw you standing stark naked in his shower stall, waiting for him. 

He waved off his teammate and did not waste a second before wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips against yours. Your heart stuttered as you realized his tense and rugged figure turned putty in your arms, the frustrations you felt oozing from him miraculously disappearing. You sighed as you two were enveloped in the hot water, your lips never parting even though it was a bit of a struggle to breathe. You gasped in shock as Aemond hoisted you on his waist, pushing you against the tiled wall and aligning his length in your entrance. “You wouldn’t let me fuck you in the privacy of the closet, but you would happily let me have my way with you here? In the men’s bathroom, with my teammates just in the distance? How lewd had you become?” Aemond mused as you very slowly sank down on his cock, him making sure to catch every little reaction you would make as your cunt was once again filled by him. 

You whimpered and moaned as you were fully filled by him, Aemond hissing as the tip of his cock rested perfectly in the spongey spot of your cunt. The spot that made your eyes roll back in your head and your back arch. “You have to be quiet, my darling… wouldn’t want to be caught now, would you?” Aemond hummed, his hands gripping your bottom, and his hips thrust to meet yours, your moans spewing quietly into the side of his neck as you buried your face there. “Aemond, what’s taking you so long?” His brother Aegon screamed from the locker room. “Give me a minute!” Aemond yelled but his tone was laced with concentration that made his other teammates suspicious. “Is he having a fucking wank?” You heard one of his teammates ask, and Aemond buried his cock deep inside, his lips continuing his torment on the side of your neck. 

“Aemond… oh, I’m… fuck, I’m coming,” You moaned, dazed by the pleasure he gave. Aemond bit his lip as he moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, already knowing that you were ready to scream when you reached your peak. It truly was flattering for him to hear you scream out in pleasure; his name would always be uttered as you came, but he could not let the two of you be found in such a state. You panted against his hand, dazed eyes watching him tilt his head back as he came deep inside you, quiet groans leaving his lips. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Aemond sighed and kissed your lips, then your cheeks, as you slowly unwrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you were sweaty from the endeavor, but luckily, the shower was just there. 

“Stop it.” You gritted lowly as Aemond’s hand trailed upward your skirt. You were attending your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but Aemond was determined to distract you from the important lesson. “I need you,” he whispered in your ear as the professor was turned away from the class; you quietly whimpered as he nipped your ear after he whispered the words. “Pay attention; the O.W.Ls are near.” You whispered even though his small action caused you to need as well. Aemond grunted and returned his attention to the lecture, but now you, too, were distracted as well, need pooling between your legs as his hand never left your thigh, only inching higher and higher. 

You bit your lip and raised your hand, excusing yourself to go to the lavatory. “Meet me in the second-floor prefect’s washroom,” You whispered to Aemond after, a sly smirk adorning his lips as you left. You waited impatiently for Aemond to appear, and when he did, you grabbed him by the necktie to smash your lips together. “Hurry, they’ll get suspicious,” You muttered as you two were squished together in a stall. Your fingers tried to undo his trousers, but you frowned as he nudged your hands away, and he instead sank to his knees. “Aemond, what ar—“ You could not finish your thought as he hiked up your skirt and pushed your undergarments to the side so his lips could meet your cunt. 

Moans quickly spewed from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to stifle them. You looked down to see Aemond grinning up at you, his fingers pushing themselves into you. “So fucking wet… you could never resist me, now can you, my darling?” He hummed, then sucked on your bundle of nerves, making you moan louder. “Aemond!” You cried as he curled his fingers, the sound of your wetness and moans echoing through the empty lavatory. “Fuck, you’re so good…” You uttered as you felt your core tighten with the same need for release. His name once again spewed from your lips as you came on lips. You hummed in satisfaction as his lips met yours, tasting your essence on his tongue. 

“You look gorgeous, my darling,” Aemond smiled as he spun you around. The great hall was decorated for the occasion. The Yule Ball was probably your favorite event at Hogwarts. “You look quite handsome yourself,” You smiled as you gazed up at him. You rested your head on his shoulder as you two swayed to the slow tune of the dance, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed in contentment as you were in the arms of the boy you had loved since your first day in Hogwarts. “Do you want to get out of here?” You asked quietly as the dance floor became more crowded. Aemond was quick to agree and took hold of your hand to escort you out of the great hall, finding an empty carriage so the two of you could enjoy each other’s company in privacy. 

Your lips danced their familiar dance as Aemond’s hold on your waist was threading upwards and nearing the valley of your breast. Your hands moved to rest upon his thigh, but you gasped in shock and embarrassment as the carriage door flew open, a professor catching the both of you. “Ten points each will be deducted from your house. Now go back to the hall,” they sternly said, and you and Aemond hurriedly disembarked the carriage, your cheeks flaming red in embarrassment. 

You returned to the castle, turning to Aemond wide-eyed as he tried his hardest to stifle his laughs. “Don’t laugh! That was mortifying!” You said, but Aemond shook his head and cupped your heated cheeks. “You looked so adorable,” He laughed and gave your lips a kiss. You breathed in deeply as your heart stuttered at the way he looked at you with adoration. “Where do we go now? The rooms are locked, even our dorms,” You sighed as you two stood in an empty hallway. “Here?” Aemond suggested, but you scrunched up your brows at his ludicrous suggestion. You chewed on your cheeks as the need for Aemond was evermore present. “The astronomy tower?” He asked as you rested your head on his chest, your gaze downward, seeing that he, too, needed you badly. “No, it’s too cold,” You sighed and his arms wrapped around your frame. 

All of a sudden, you hear the sound of light debris falling to the ground. Aemond frowned and took out his wand, preparing for an attack. Your brows furrowed as the empty wall in the hallway started to transform. The blank bricks reveal chiseled carvings and, ultimately, a door opened for the both of you. Your lips gaped, and you turned to Aemond, “Did… did we just summon the room of requirement?” You asked in disbelief. Aemond pulled you into the summoned room that housed a bed and fireplace. You were still in shock that you two had found the room that you thought was a hoax, but shock could not be properly comprehended as his lips were on yours again. Your bodies trailed over to the bed as your articles of clothing were tossed to the floor. You sat by the edge of the bed, gazing up at Aemond whose lips were parted as your hand was wrapped around his length. 

You hear him his as your lips wrap around the tip of his length, your eyes still locked on his as you take in his length deeper into your mouth. “Fuck, darling, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock,” Aemond hummed and cupped your cheek, which was hollowed as you sucked his length. You gagged as the tip of him hit the back of your throat, his loudly groaning at the sensation. You continued on, tears spilling at the side of your eyes, “Such a good girl taking my cock,” Aemond praised as he abruptly pulled out of your cock. He, without warning, turned you around and let your stomach hit the soft mattress, your bum in the air as he squeezed them harshly. 

You let out a loud moan as he plunged his length deep inside you, the wetness you had gathered making lewd noises that accompanied your moans and the crackling fire. “You like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind, don’t you, my darling?” Aemond grunted, his hands gathering your hair and lightly pulling it. The pain adds to your pleasure, and it translates to your walls clenching tightly around him. You could only moan as Aemond’s cold hand reached downwards, and his slender fingers started to draw circles upon your nubbin, your moans growing louder. Begging him for release as your knees dug into the soft, feathered bed and your hands fisted the sheets. 

Aemond felt his release coming as well. He momentarily stopped his thrust to turn you around, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone and as he filled your cunt with his seed. You feel his weight atop you and his lips against yours. “Aemond… Aemond!” You cried as you came hard on his cock. Your lips moved to his shoulders, and your teeth bit down on his flesh, making him groan in pained pleasure, urging him to spill himself inside you a bit earlier than he had wished. 

Aemond collapsed atop your bare body, sweaty limbs intertwined. “Aemond?” You called, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, my darling?” He asked, “I still need you,” You said and heard him chuckle, moving to kiss your lips and moved to oblige your needs once more. 

[obsessivevoidkitten]

To Reject a Vampire

Male Vampire Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Non-con, vampire, biting, blood drinking, depressed reader, mind control, smut, blowjob, forced imprisonment, dead dove: do not eat, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 3.4k  (Vampire comm that took me way too long.) 

You were walking back home late one night with your friend, Jaime. You had known each other since childhood and remained inseparable. In fact, the two of you even lived right next door to one another. He had left for college for some years, but had returned as soon as he had become a registered nurse. The two of you often hung out when you were both off work and that sometimes led to walking to the gas station a couple blocks down the road to grab some snacks. You were both laughing from recounting a particularly funny memory you both shared when the sounds of laughter and chatter between the two of you suddenly died down into silence before he spoke. "Hey… there's something I wanted to ask you…" Oh no. Not again… "Have you maybe reconsidered us dating? I know you said no before but-" This was an ongoing problem with Jaime, the only thing really marring an otherwise near perfect friendship. He kept persistently asking you out. This had been going on for years now and your frustration finally got the better of you, making you snap. "NO!" You yelled interrupting him, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO!!! It isn't happening! I am totally and completely uninterested in having any type of non-platonic relationship with ANYONE! Stop. Asking. It is NEVER going to happen. Not in this world or the next. Not in any way, shape, form, nor fashion! Get. It. Through. Your. Thick. Skull." You were panting after your outburst. A few seconds passed and you realized how harsh you had been as his face went from stunned silence to utter broken despair. You could practically hear his heart shatter. He often got a bit dejected when you had rejected him in the past, but this time you were much more harsh. With a sniff he started sobbing and running off towards home, leaving you to walk home alone in the quiet night. Sighing you slowly trudged home, sure that Jaime just needed to sulk for a few days before your friendship resumed with the both of you pretending like this awkward episode never happened. And, more than likely, that is just exactly what would have happened. Had a chance encounter on his way home not irreversibly changed Jaime forever. And not for the better. As Jaime was running home his tear filled eyes blinded him to the danger that was stalking him from the shadows. A sneaky predator who loved the taste tormenting his prey imparted, and how much sweeter when his meal was already flavored with the sweet marinade of sorrow and heartbreak? Suddenly Jaime was tackled into a dark alley that he was passing, the vampire easily dragging him back into the void where no eyes could pierce, firmly clasping his hand over Jaime's mouth to keep him quiet. The unknown assailant put his nose into the crook of Jaime's neck and inhaled deeply, savoring the mouthwatering scents of all the negative emotions Jaime had been experiencing that night. The current one being abject terror as the figure behind him didn't even acknowledge his vain attempts at struggling. "I'd tell you not to struggle, but it is really much more fun when you do," mused a deep man's voice. Jaime, whose first thought was that he was getting mugged, now thought that he was going to be raped as his attacker licked and kissed his neck in the same manner one's lover would. And he flailed all the more vigorously. Unperturbed, the man now violated Jaime in an altogether different and unexpected manner. Sinking long fangs easily into the soft flesh of his neck before sucking him nearly dry. It was amazing how thoroughly a vampire could drain a victim. Jaime died, but his murderer was not quite done with him. He loved sowing discord and chaos in any way that he could manage it, and having seen the spectacle early of you rejecting his victim he knew there was ruination and mayhem to be had by creating a fresh, unguided, love-sick vampire. So he bit open his wrist a bit and let the blood flow into the parted lips of our dear departed Jaime. Within an hour he would no longer be so dear nor so departed. And the unknown vampire stepped into the shadows and was never seen there again, happy with his meal and the knowledge that he had certainly derailed more than one life that night. When Jaime woke up hours later, just as the sun was rising, he had a major migraine, a sharp pain in his neck, was chilled to the bone, and felt like he was starving. His memory was spotty, he thought maybe he had been mugged, but he still had his phone and wallet on him. Maybe just assaulted by some crazy person. Whatever had happened he was alive and okay, so he shakily got to his feet, dusted himself off, and made his way home. By the time he had reanimated you had been in bed for hours. Though you hadn't really slept well. You felt so guilty for exploding on him like that. Sure, he kept asking you out, but it wasn't too often and you could have gone about rejecting him just a bit more gently. He had been really hurt, what if he didn't blow it off and resume your friendship like he usually did? After a few days had passed with no contact from him you began to get a bit more anxious, though it was still technically within the normal timeframe of when he usually started talking to you again after you turned down his advances. Still, given the way you had lashed out at him you figured that you should maybe be the one to check up on him instead. Jaime had a reason for not talking to you, what with his transition into a blood feeding immortal taking up most of his time. At first he had no idea at all what was happening to him. He felt cold and feverish and was beyond fatigued. He called off work from the first day, thinking he had a minor flu of some sort. All his senses were disorienting him. His body was adjusting to more sensitive vision, sense of smell, and even touch. The second day he felt better, but had an insatiable hunger, no matter what he ate nothing seemed to satisfy him. He ate a huge breakfast before work and at lunch he ate a lot as well. Some of his coworkers at the hospital even joked about how he was inhaling food that day. Jaime had no clue why he felt like he was starving no matter how much he ate. As someone in the medical field any number of possible causes went through his mind. Nothing really fit. A more concerning symptom was that whenever he was around a wounded patient, whenever he had to do a blood transfusion, or even just whenever he got the faintest whiff of blood his hunger flared up. His senses flared in sensitivity. He could almost have sworn he could hear the heartbeats of those near him. He realized he was craving the blood. It scared him, the thought made him nauseous. Admirably he managed to push away his quite literal blood lust for a couple days, but eventually he could fight his need for blood no longer. It was late at night at the end of his shift and he was beyond certain the coast was clear so he snuck into the storage room where the blood packs are kept and sunk his teeth into one, unknowingly growing fangs as he pierced it and sucked it dry. If the obvious signs hadn't been enough to clue him in on what he now was then innate instinctual knowledge that filled him with his first ingestion of vital human essence did. He was a vampire. A million thoughts raced through his mind, but his first priority was sating his hunger. He quickly grabbed some bags of blood and stuffed them into his coat for later before leaving for home. He was oddly excited, eager to test out what new abilities he had. A day later, when both of you were off work, you finally got a text from him asking to hang out with no mention of what had occurred between the two of you the other night. You breathed a sigh of relief, now things could go back to normal. The two of you had arranged for you to come by his house in a couple hours so the two of you could hang out, order pizza, and play video games. Just like the good old days. Things went entirely normal with no odd deviation or indication that Jaime was now a creature of the night. And it set the pace for your friendship to resume as if nothing had ever happened. Or so you thought, in the weeks since the two of you first started hanging out again Jaime had steadily been experimenting and training with his new found abilities. He had learned that he had an absurd tolerance to pain, extremely quick reflexes, and unholy strength. But, most importantly, he learned that he could compel anyone to do his bidding. He had plans to use this technique on you, but it wasn't quite perfected yet. Though every time he used it he got more and more effective. All he needed was practice and time. So while you went about life and continued your longest running friendship in blissful ignorance of what was to come he was readying himself for the day he could make you love him. When that day arrived it started like any other, you two hanging out at his place on a day when you were both off. But it definitely didn't stay that way. Jaime was at the point with his skill where he no longer even needed to issue commands verbally, he just needed good eye contact to assert his will over another being. "Hey is something wrong? Why are you staring at me so intensel-" You instantly went still and quiet. It was like you were trapped in your own body unable to do anything. When Jaime asked you if you would go out with him you wanted to say no but your lips were not your own and you said yes in a monotone voice. Jaime wore a shit-eating grin as he scooted closer to you and kissed you deeply. You were repulsed and afraid, why weren't you pushing him away, why weren't you slapping him, why were you returning the kiss? You wanted to scream and run away but you could do nothing to control your own body. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and made out with him. Jaime was thrilled, he bit your neck carefully and fed from you as you clung to him. You felt a sharp pain in your neck but could do nothing against it as he tasted your blood. For you it was hell, like a much worse and very real version of sleep paralysis. For Jaime it was heaven, he had never felt closer to you than in that moment. His beloved was finally in his arms and could do nothing to leave them. But he most certainly was not satisfied with that alone for long. Jaime carried you bridal style up to his bed. He very carefully undressed you, as if you were the most delicate doll to ever exist, and stood for a moment admiring every inch of your exposed body. You wanted to shout for help. To cover up. To run. To fight. ANYTHING but lay there under his unwavering gaze. But no matter how hard you tried to fight it you simply couldn't, you were a hostage in your mind, able to see and feel everything but do nothing. The first thing he did, after disrobing, was to attend to your sex. He touched your crouch carefully, as if afraid to hurt you. Like you might shatter at the slightest rough touch. He ran his eager hands, shaking with excitement, over every inch of you. He stroked your cheek tenderly and played with your hair, felt over your chest and thighs and hips. When he had thoroughly explored you and there were no more areas for his hands to discover he decided he needed to go deeper. The vampire took two lubed fingers and slowly worked them into you, gently prying your entrance open and stretching you to be ready for him. He savored every sensation and fold inside you, hard as a rock as he imagined his cock where his fingers were. You couldn't even cry as he violated you, you were denied even that emotional release. And this remained the case even as he slathered his cock with lube and aligned it with your entrance and made his way inside you with his slightly above average dick. Jaime was torturously slow as he "made love" with his dear partner. You just wanted this nightmare to be over, you wanted to believe that at any moment you would wake up sweating in bed like you would from any bad dream. You had to stare wide-eyed, made to take it all in, as he looked at you lovingly. He kissed you deeply, and once more you were made to comply, parting your lips so that he could move his tongue inside. Jaime happily rubbed his tongue against yours as he worked towards filling you with his hot seed. As he approached his climax he gripped your hip painfully and picked up the pace, really drilling you as deeply and as forcefully as he could, his balls slapping into you with each painful thrust. Right before he came he slowed down as much as possibly, wanting to draw out the sensation for as long as he could. Slowwwwwwly pulling out before sliding just as slowly back in, repeating this a few times before thrusting forward and emptying his balls into you as he bit the side of your neck that he left untouched earlier. You came too just as he did, your body now betraying you even further than it had already and in the most humiliating way. He drank a bit before sliding his dick out of you and kissing your cheek. "That was amazing babe! I love you so much!" And as a puppet pulled by its strings you replied, once more in monotone, "I love you too." And the illusion was shattered. It wasn't real. He may have had you, he may have even had your vocal chords, but he didn't have your emotions. And he soon learned that no matter what he tried, even though he could get you to do almost any action, he couldn't force you to love him. Jaime tried for weeks to force love for him into you, keeping you locked away in his house whenever he left for work. You tried to leave, of course, but simple orders lingered in you even when he was no longer present. You couldn't leave or get help in any way. All of your existence now amounted to was enduring his increasing frustration with being unable to make you love him interspersed with periods of anxiety while waiting for him to get home from work and torture you all over again. You were no longer aware of exactly how long you had been trapped, the days all kind of blended together. Most days he had work at the hospital and those days were all largely the same with little to no variation. Jaime would get up and make you breakfast in bed, insisting that he was trying to spoil you. You, in a mix of depression and defiance would not take a single bite and just stare at the plate that he brought to you on a tray with your favorite morning drink. Inevitably he would get frustrated, snap at you, force you to eat against your will, and slam the door as he went off to work. Then you were left alone, it was probably the only almost decent part of your day, but everything just seemed so hopeless. Inevitably the blood sucking parasite would be back and you couldn’t leave no matter how hard you tried to. At each attempt it was like someone seized your body and squeezed you into immobility until you submitted. When your “lover” got home he would fawn over you, often giving you a little gift. A small gesture you supposed was meant to somehow make you forget everything and fall helplessly in love with him. A small sweet treat, a flower, a tiny teddy bear. Anytime he tried this tactic you always ignored it or threw it across the room. Either way the result was the same. Jaime would snap, he would not even bother forcing you mentally as he grabbed your weak arms and bit painfully into your neck. “No please! I’m s-sorry!” You would cry, always regretting your action but never being able to stop yourself from denying his gifts when he offered them. And for the next part he would use his ability of compulsion to make you stop fighting. In his fury he wanted to hurt you a bit, but not TOO badly, and he enjoyed, for a moment, the fantasy that you were a willing participant. Most of the time he would then have you remove your clothing before sliding himself inside you, biting and kissing and sucking your neck as he did so, whispering how you were all his and about how much he loved you softly into your ear. Sometimes he would instead utilize your soft lips, jamming his hard cock down your throat, making you service him. The heat of your wet mouth combined with the sight of you looking up at him with his cock in your mouth was almost enough to make him blow his load immediately. You were just so beautiful. No matter the method that he chose it always ended the same. After his finished unloading into you his mind would clear and then be filled with rage as you were unable to reciprocate his love and enjoyment of the forced intimacy between the two of you. Jaime would angrily shove you aside, leaving you to clean yourself up, while he slammed the door to the bedroom and went to go make dinner. When it was ready of course he always found you laying where he left you, sobbing. Then he would, roughly, force you to your feet and drag you into the bathroom where he would run you a bath. This is where he would feel really guilty and suddenly turn soft. Every time. Gently shampooing your hair and cleaning your body, tenderly attending to the bites on your neck, happily babbling about how much he loves you and he knows you’ll love him eventually, you just need more time to adjust was all. Jaime would then clothe you himself and carry you down to dinner. You wouldn’t eat willingly, too catatonic by this point in the evening to do much of anything, but that was okay. Jaime was still in his sweet phase, all the anger having left earlier. He would feed you himself but compel you to swallow with his vampiric power, he always made your favorites. He had diligently learned to cook them perfectly for you over the years even though he otherwise did not enjoy cooking. After dinner he would always make an effort to spend some time with you, not getting angry when you were still, and when it was time for bed he would carry you up in his strong arms and lay you down as if you were made of the thinnest glass, a complete 180 to how he treated you when he first got off work. He would snuggle up to you from behind and hold you close, ending each night by telling you how much he loved you and saying he knew deep down you loved him back and one day you would be so happy with him. You hoped he was right, you hoped you could just be happy waking up in his arms, because if not this cycle of abuse juxtaposed to tenderness would never end.

[insomniakisses]

Could you write about how aemond would act if he found out that the person he's been sneaking around with got pregnant

Pleasant Surprises

Character: Aemond Targaryen (HOTD)

Reader type: g/n, AFAB

Warnings/notes: swear words, mentions of sex, hinted sex, pregnancy, aegon being an ass, your rhaenyras daughter u can choose adopted or not.

Taglist: @introverbatim, @neobanguniverse,

Part 2

The obnoxious sound of Aegon’s drunken cheering and stumbling disrupted the prince from his late night reading. Rolling his eye he went in search of his brother hoping to spare a maid or two from him.

Opening the door of his chambers he was met with a very disgruntled Alicent trying and failing to get Aegon to bed. Seeing the pleading look on his mother’s face he nods grabbing his brothers arm and helping drag him away.

“Its.. amazing… news… tru-ly won…derful” his brother snickers.

Confused, Aemond takes a look to his mother who seems disinterested rolling her eyes and shaking her head in response to her eldest sons mutterings.

“What is wonderful, dear brother?” He forces out, attempting niceties hoping it will help in his brother granting him an answer.

“Y/N, our dearest older sisters slut of a daughter,” Aegon snarks out, smirking when his mother inhales sharply and he feels a low rumble get stuck in his brother’s throat. “She’s pregnant, I heard her discussing it with the maesters. “

Aemond’s body freezes his mind going straight to the countless nights he had spent in your chambers, the night when it seemed the only comfort he could find was in you. And how a few weeks ago that meeting turned into something a little more intimate. Both of you needing a little more comfort, something more. He found himself flushing at the thought.

——————— T H A T N I G H T ———————

“I can practically hear you thinking” he muses, turning the page of the book in his hand.

He was not expecting the pillow that made contact with his face a moment later. A shocked chuckle escaping he grasped the pillow making an effort to move slow as he git closer and closer to where you sat on the bed. Enjoying the stifled giggles you let out in response.

He knew how easily he could spook you waiting for you to get used to his slow movements then in a swift motion he had pounced playfully hitting ur face with the pillow. Relaxing in the happy laughter you release.

“My prince! How unbecoming of you to attack a lady!” You remark at him he smirks and rolls his eyes as he pauses his assault for you both to catch your breaths.

Only now does he realise how close you are, his body pining yours down softly noses almost touching. A blush escapes on his face, matching yours that he had failed to realise.

“My lady…” he trails off feeling your hands undo his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders. “Y/N, if you don’t stop-“ you don’t let him finish pulling him closer by his belt.

He lets out a deep groan, reaching down to unbuckle his pants and reaching to pull your night dress up and out of the way.

“Your sure?” He asks almost unsure that you really want to be with him in such way but you simply nod pulling him into a soft kiss as he lines himself up pushing into you softly.

———— E N D O F F L A S H B A C K ————

“Mother, arrange a meeting with my father the king and Princess Rhaenyra” he rushes out, dropping his brother without a care as he runs off to your chambers.

Entering without knocking freezing when he sees your mother and daemon talking to you. The former confused at his rude entry and the later with his hand on his sword ready to escort him out.

But he stands there frozen looking at you in a way he has never seen before, politely he nods his head at your mother and step father informing them there is a meeting with the king and queen consort. He steps to the side to let them leave.

The second he hears the door shut he moves yo you wrapping his arms around you and nosing at your head.

“Aemond!” You exclaim, “what are you doing?”

“Is it true? Are you with child, my child?” He asks his eye full of hope causing your gaze to soften as you nod softly. Smiling when he falls to his knees kissing your clothed stomach.

“Marry me.” Its more of a demand than a question, while you know he’d never make you do so you also know that you haven’t a choice in the matter really. Your heart swells at the idea of marrying the man you love. Your mind forgetting just how much your families dislike each other even if just for a moment.

Part 2? 👀

7/5/23 - part 2 coming soon!

[gojoidyll]

Warnings | yandere!gojo, mentions of su!c!de, au where geto didn't defect and no one is dead (riko is living it up as a teacher along with haibara, and nanami is ok too), reader is referred to as "y/n" and with she/her pronouns.

Summary | Gojo thinks of you fondly, and often. Yandere ! Gojo x Female ! Reader

Y/n likes those a lot, he muses to himself when he notices an antique shop. His eyes scanning the old objects that decorated the store's front window. Bet y/n would love to come here...

Gojo Satoru didn't allow himself to dwell on the thought as he noticed Geto waiting for him down the street. The man waving his hand to Gojo.

"Yo, Satoru. What took you so long?"

"This and that," he said with a smile and a teasing tone. His head turning back slightly to gaze at the antique shop again before returning his attention to his friend, "anyway, where is everyone else? Usually I'm the late one."

"They're all already at the diner, i was just the nice one and decided to wait for you here, you dumbass."

Gojo hummed lightly, "y/n there too?"

Geto didn't miss a beat, "she couldn't make it."

Gojo sighed, "she is always canceling. Bet those higher ups are making her go on yet another hard mission."

Geto shrugged, "you know how it is, but she always makes it back," he gave Gojo a side-long look, his eyes softening slightly.

The night waned on when the two finally made it to the diner, and everyone could tell that even though Gojo was with them, he wasn't really there. His mind was elsewhere. Thinking of someone. Thinking of y/n.

The day she died was a long time ago.

She was a jujutsu sorcerer, and they all had just graduated from Jujutsu Tech. She even became a teacher, too.

No one saw it coming, though. When she died, that is. And she didn't die by some cursed spirit. In fact, she ... she killed herself. No one knows why either. She didn't leave a note, there weren't any warning signs. She was just .. here one day and gone the next.

Everyone would say the same thing.

"She was a happy person."

"She couldn't have been depressed!"

"She had so much to live for!"

By the time that everyone was done and it time to go home, Gojo found himself waving to everyone and ambling on to his home. Feet treading against the ground as he walked.

It was so hard.

It was so hard keeping himself from smiling. Everyone thinks he's in denial about your death, but they couldn't be farther from the truth.

Because guess what?

You're very much alive and being kept very safe in his home. Locked away where only he can see you.

He thought about telling Suguru, but he thought better of it. Suguru wouldn't understand, he just knows it!

"I'm home~!"

The moment he opened the door, he immediately heard the soft padding of feet coming towards him. A smile cracked upon his perfect lips as he shut the door behind him, locked it, and then held his arms out.

And y/n flung herself right into his awaiting embrace, "You're home! What took so long?!"

There was also another small detail he was keeping hidden.

The day she supposedly "killed" herself was also a day that the higher ups sent her on a tough mission. The cursed spirit that she faced against hit her head pretty hard and gave her amnesia. The only thing she could remember was Gojo, who he was, and that she was dating him. She couldn't remember her own name or where she lived, and Gojo? He saw this as a perfect opportunity.

She was his, right for the taking.

It's been a few years since then and y/n hasn't remembered anything, and honestly Gojo wouldn't have it any other way.

"Sorry, sorry. My friends were holding me up. They were so insistent on eating out tonight."

"Can't I meet your friends some day?"

"Nope~"

And he left it at that because she knew better than to push him.

"Now, did you eat already?"

"Mmhm."

"Great! Let's get ready for bed then, I've been wanting to cuddle with you all day!"

"Ok! Can we watch that new movie you got too?"

"Anything for you~!"

[tenebraewrites]

ribs / bill farrah x reader

  I’d like to preface this by saying I love Darby and Bill beyond words -- but I wanted to start off with a one-shot/drabble  which my brain only saw through Bill x Reader. My unrealistic desire for Darby and Bill is to write about them spending the rest of their days solving crimes and living on the road. 

Anyway, for the sake of clarity, this is Bill x Reader, off on a road trip -- short musings and some tenderness in a motel room -- mildly nsfw!! <33 if anyone enjoys this i’ll probably flesh this out into an actual fic

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 Bill’s hand never wavers from its place atop your thigh - no matter the sharp turn he has to take, no matter the winding road he’s forced to slowly navigate. It rests upon your thigh, his fingers brushing beneath the hem of your skirt. Like all things with Bill, intimacy is an act of true tenderness; the circles he traces upon your skin send a flush down your neck, but they are foremost a simple, constant reminder of his affection.   

“We’ll be there in about ten.” Bill’s voice gently breaks through the quiet reverie of your thoughts. He accompanies this announcement with a gentle squeeze of your thigh, the corners of his lips twitching at the sigh of contentment that you can’t contain. 

Scoffing, you feign annoyance. “Shut up, Bill.” You shift in your seat, Bill’s hand dropping from your thigh. Rolling the window down a sliver, you let a small, tender stream blow across your skin. His hand returns, slowly inching across your thigh to make you laugh -- it resumes its natural place, and you fall back into quiet harmony. 

   He’s watching the road, and you’re watching him -- you’re counting his freckles again, thinking he’s gained three new ones. The radio offers the greatest source of sound in the car; Bill’s a focused driver, and the road makes you feel wonderfully melancholy. It isn’t sadness -- but your thoughts stir, faced with great expanses and endless roads. Bill’s presence is grounding, but it too, makes you reflective; you ponder your life before him, afraid to conceptualise one without him now. Bill told you once, late at night, curled into his side on a fractured hotel mattress, that he loves your moody tendencies . The parts of you that have deterred past lovers only endear you to him.

Your parents struggle to understand why you’ve become so wholly devoted to Bill - he is not the son in law they had dreamed of. His tattoos, dry ruminations on capitalism, his mullet; your parents can’t move past these things. You love them, still; it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Bill’s all you need. He’s a best friend, a companion, a lover, a partner in crime -- it took you a long time to realize that’s what the love of your life should be. 

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   The motel you two are staying in would surely rank amongst the dredges of the hospitality business - but you’ve hardly noticed the flickering hallway lights, or how the water only runs ice cold. 

Bill’s lips are on yours, gently seeking you again and again; his kisses are soft, coaxing, pleading. Sitting on his lap, his chest is firmly pressed against yours -- his arms hold you to him tightly, as if an inch of space between you two would be a chief insult. His hands are beneath your sundress, canvassing the expanse of your back like its newfound territory; he treats your body like a wondrous delight every time you two make love. Your body is forced to alternate between the burning need you have for him, and the sweet heaven of this moment -- the endless kisses are the finest precursor to what is to come. When you’re laying across the bed, your limbs splayed as Bill works you with his mouth, this moment now will have played its part. 

Reflexively you brush against him, needing friction to relieve the burning need your thoughts have unleashed. Bill senses this (he knows, he always knows), a hand moving to untie your dress - the fabric gathers at the top of your chest, because you’re too inraptured with kissing to brush it aside. Your hands are cupping his jaw, tracing lines across his fine symmetry - your fingers find the tattoos upon his shoulders, tracing the ink you could identify in your sleep. 

Pulling away from him, you move forward to kiss his cheeks; you press your lips to the small tattoo lying there, pepper love bites against the soft skin beneath the curve of his jaw. Bill tenses beneath you, his grip upon you becoming desperate; his fingers press into your skin, as he drags you across his lap in a languid motion. 

Emboldened, you cease your ministrations; placing your lips to his ear, so that your breath will flush his skin, you tease him. “I feel your heart racing.” 

“Shut up.” You can feel his skin flushing, your cheek pressed against his. Shifting so that your hands can cup his face, you’re given a clear view of Bill’s warm cheeks -- he’s smiling at you, so wholly uninhibited and happy. 

“Yeah?” Your voice is tender, caressing the back of his neck.

“Yes.” Bill is succinct, his affirmation quickly accompanied by his lips finding yours once more; what was once a slow, aimless pace, has been quickened. His hands move to cup your breasts, his fingers brushing against your nipples; you moan, an aching feeling building in your core. 

It is always like this with Bill. It’ll never matter how many times you’ve had sex - it’ll never matter how many times he’s made you cum on a motel mattress. He’ll always worship you like it's the very first time. 

[its-adeucen]

ah yes: the game of “we’re really 2 rats in a trench coat” or You are not Yuu.

You are Yuu. The house warden of Ramshackle, you've been the house warden for months now. Making connections as you try your best to navigate your life at Night Raven College. A prestigious school of magic, magic, of all things! You don't remember much about back home, but, you are pretty sure that magic is not normal in people's lives. You have lived through four different overpowered overblots.

But, You are Yuu, and you are happy.

You have friends, people who feel like family. Do you have a family? You don't remember, but you remember the feeling of warmth that you feel at Night Raven. No matter how many times you are continuously gifted this warmth time and time again by the people you've met, you can't help but feel empty as if there is a hole in your heart. It's not hard to live with it. Sometimes, you don't even notice it. But you know it's there, because, everyone around you makes you long for more. The more you are given, the more you long for. The more your heart aches, wishing to remember

You are Yuu, and you're missing something, someone.

Dire Crowley calls out to you a few days before the break is over after that bastard left you whilst you dealt with another overblot. You are called down to the mirror chamber, that damned mirror who called on you, who brought you over to this world. There's a new student. That is all you are told until you get there, you meet with the head mage, and he provides you with important information. The new student is like you. Brought to this world, albeit, a tad bit late into the year. It brings excitement into your veins. Your world?! Maybe they'll have answers as to what home is like. Hundreds of questions fill your head until you remember.

You are Yuu, and your heart aches for the new student.

You ask Crowley if the mirror can send them home and he says no. And there, that is when your heart burns. You wanna cry, you wanna sob for them. But..you can't. No matter how much your heart aches for them, for this person who was whisked away in the dead of night, brought to a world where their entire existence is out of the question. Where they are immediately settled at the bottom of the food chain. A magicless being. Just like you. But, you cannot lie here and sob whilst someone whose confusion and pain lives fresh, stand alone in the chambers, in this school. You know the importance of a guide (Your heart glows ever so slightly at the thought of your friends who have led you through this world).

So you steel yourself, you ask Crowley to lead the way and he nods. Crowley ever so excitingly opens the doors to the chamber wide open, you cannot see from behind the head mage so you are unable to gauge how that may have startled the new student. But you do see, ever so slightly, how a body twists to face Crowley. The bird greets them in a friendly manner before introducing you. His large hand splayed on your back as he pushes you forward to meet face to face with the new student. Their hood is cover their head, so you cannot get much from them. They are your size, you note, that same seemingly malnourished form, sickly thin as if back from the dead. Even the same height you muse. You can see their shoulders tense, but you shake it off as fear, you were as tense as them at first too. (The ache is back.) You smile in good nature, sticking out your hand for a greeting, you're ready for them to greet you shakily. Perhaps ask you if any if this is real, if they're dreaming, that is what you ready yourself for. Ready to comfort them, tell them that it's all real. You wait, ready.

What you're not ready for is for their hands to reach up, swinging the hood of the ceremonial rob off, and to be met with the same face. Same hair and you bet if you brushed away those bangs, same eyes. This, this is you staring back at.. well, you. 

And then it hits you. It sinks in that...

You are not Yuu.

Everything comes flooding back to you, you were dead. Died defending the camp, just one good blow to the head, and you were gone. While the death part came fast, your life is what really hit you. Camp, your father, the Gods and... Pollux. Your twin. Your brother. Your other half. And suddenly the hole in your heart is filled, and you feel whole again.

["Castor,"] you hear your brother breathes out in your mother tongue, and suddenly you are snapped back into reality. Here he is, in front of you, after you had left him unwillingly to the underworld. You surge forward, vaguely you register Crowley's sound of confusion in the background, but you don't care. Here he is, your brother, your big brother. You are not alone anymore.

Your arms are around him, his are around you too, and your feel loved. You feel grounded. ["Pollux,"] you whisper back into his ear. Tears well up in your eyes, and you grip on harder. "Lux, Lux... I di-died!" The tears fall down your eyes, your voice cracking and your brother brings his hand up to your head bringing it to his shoulder.

"You did, [you did die,"] Pollux pauses. ["Pretty asshole-like move."] You snort, shoulders shaking in laughter, of course. Pollux really does take after father. 

"My, my, my! What a surprise," Crowley interrupts after everything was said and done. "Would you like to explain, perhaps, Yuu and....?"

["Lux,] Lux." Pollux, who was facing Crowley, introduced himself with the nickname you would affectionately call him.

"Yuu and Lux, perhaps, do you two know each other?"

Pollux, Lux, snorts: yeah, what else do we look like? your brother snarks at Crowley and you turn to see Crowley bristle and you know he's comparing your personalities. He lets out a dry laugh. 'I guess I'll leave explanations to you' and suddenly the two of you are alone in the chambers. You two talk for what seems like hours just sitting on the ground in the chambers. Questions are asked and answers are given, until, they reach the end of the conversation. Where a final point is brought up by Lux.

"What now?" A blaring question. Something that, if they were normal people, would be pretty simple. But you are not Yuu, you are Castor. You are a Demigod. While within the time you've been in Twisted Wonderland you haven't been attacked by monsters, it is the unknowing that truly brings you fear. Did you even have any of your abilities? The idea that you didn't brought a sinking feeling into your stomach. "What do we do?" And suddenly, Lux pulls a face at your question.

"What do you mean 'What now,' why, we do what we do best." Lux shook himself off. Your brother shakes their head as they match your posture, and you're suddenly looking at a perfect mirror of how you're sitting. "Let's play a game, share a life." 

Pollux's voice was always just deeper than yours, while it wasn't that important, it was a big enough of a difference to tell you and your brother apart. But now, the voice coming from them was exactly yours. And suddenly you know.

 You may not be Yuu, but.. the both of you will make Yuu real.

  "Really? Where did you get Yuu from??" Lux had laughed.

[pearl-blue-musings]

Elle this is such a fun event! LDR is one of my fave tropes too so I’m like ahh! I would love to ask for something with Bakugou or Shindou! Whoever you feel inspired for!

My favourite drink is probably rosé, snack is def custard creams and something that brings me comfort is watching trashy tv shows or bubble baths with candles. And I don’t mind if it’s suggestive or fluffy!💕

!!!! Hi Jo!!! Thanks so much for stopping by it really made my night 🥰 and I’ve got just the thing for you!! Hope you like it!

8:04 PM

Damn, you’re home later than you had intended. You rub at your temples before chucking your shoes somewhere into the empty apartment, relief overcoming you. You step in slowly as the weight of the day lays heavy on your shoulders. A sigh leaves your lips as you debate whether or not to open the bottle of rosè you had bought earlier in the week, ultimately choosing to twist it open and throw something mind numbing on Netflix.

You sink into the couch cushions and place your leg on the coffee table, not caring about being neat. A familiar title you used to always watch with Shindou appears and you click on it. With your glass full and tv show on, you sit back to decompress from the day. You also muse over what to do for dinner and how much you miss your boyfriend.

And speak of the devil, he calls.

“Hello?”

“Now that’s no way to greet your loving boyfriend! What’s got my favorite girl so down?”

Just hearing his voice eases away the excess tension that had built up over his absence. Although it’s getting late for you, Shindou’s day has already begun. “It’s nothing,” you huff, loosely holding the phone to your ear. “It was a really stressful day at work.”

“Hmmm I can tell- whoop hold on gotta go catch a criminal. Give me a sec!”

You can’t help but giggle as you put the phone on speaker and set it down. As happy as you are to be working a once in a lifetime job, it meant moving away from the love of your life. You didn’t think being continents apart would be this difficult but he’s somehow made it work. He’s always promising that the two of you will be united again, even if he has to vibrate the whole earth’s crust to get you two together. As you wait for him to come back to the phone, small tears of longing form in the crease of your eye and you quickly wipe them away.

“Hey babe I’m back! Sorry about that, usually morning patrol doesn’t have anything come up!”

You laugh with him and sink lower into the couch, enjoying the easy conversation about his day. “Are you watching our show?! Without me?! I’m hurt.”

“Yo, it’s been a really bad day,” you mumble.

“I know. I could tell by the lack of early morning texts from you.”

You’re about to speak when a knock on your door interrupts you. “Hm, I didn’t order anything.”

“A visitor? Maybe you should go see what it is.”

You grunt and push yourself off the couch, still keeping your phone near. “Y’know, I have a feeling you sent me something.”

Shindou scoffs on the other line. “Me? With my schedule? Absolutely not, I would never.”

You roll your eyes before opening the door. A neat purple box with a bow lays in front of your feet and you realize what it is. “Shindou Yo, you did not!”

“If you mean I didn’t order your favorite custard cremes and have them sent to you then no, I didn’t do that.”

You do a little happy dance as you pick up the box and bring it inside, rushing to the table to open them. As you open the box, you see a small message on the inside that says, “I miss you. Love, Grand.”

You try to hold in your tears as you carefully take out a couple and bring them to the couch. “I miss you too, Yo.”

“I knew you’d like it! Hey I’ve got a couple of minutes, wanna tell me what’s happening on our show?” You hum in accordance and tell him what’s happening, unaware that he’s holding back his own tears and thoughts to enjoy this moment with you.

[soephiphany]

Cuddling to the sound of you (and rain)- Kim Taehyung || The one where Tae can't sleep without you

|| The one where Tae can't sleep without you

~> summary: You're coming back from a work travel but unfortunately, traffic holds you . Leaving Tae trying to stay awake to see you.

~> pairing: painter!tae x photographer!reader, gn!reader

~> warning/genre: fluffy fluff (cause i love cuddly Tae), comfort, kisses and kisses, tiny mention of smut (really small), happy tears, domestic Tae (i love him), whipped reader, Tae confesses to you in your sleep :(

~> word count: 2.2K

~> note: i don't know how to write small things lol i tried, but i got so carried away that it got bigger than I thought. I don't care tho, i love it so much. I folded and got all delulu after this hahahah

~> inspired by one of the more comforting songs I've heard (my stories are probably gonna be inspired by songs since i literally breath music):

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Tae loved your body. Not only in a sexual way.

He loved your warm, your scent, your energy, and he always let you know that. Let that be by making you his biggest muse, putting paintings of you around the house, having various sketchbooks just for you, or by tracing and kissing every inch of you.

He always knew how to make you feel good, cause you made him feel good.

You're his love, comfort and home, and he'll do anything to let you know that, cuddling and kissing, feeling your love, your walls, complementing you. But in general, he's a big cuddler.

Everyone who knows Tae, are aware of how much he loves to cuddle and with you is no different. He dreams of cuddling you.

Having you in his arms is one of the bests feelings, he feels like he's holding the whole universe. That's why it's so bad when you leave.

"Are you coming soon?" He sounded more needy than he wanted to but that's how he was feeling. "You know i can't sleep well without you" hearing his tired voice made you so sad.

You were supposed to arrive at Seoul by 23:00pm. It was ten minutes to 01:00am. You told Tae would do your best to get home before sleep time, even tho you know that he sleeps before the time you were supposed to arrive. Of course when you got thirty minutes late, you called him and told what happened and he promised to wait awake. But you didn't really counted on the horrible traffic yet to come.

And now here you are, at 00:53am, waiting in the long line of traffic in the starry night of Seoul.

"I'll try my best, baby. I told you you shouldn't wait for me" he only groans in response causing you to chuckle lightly.

"Come fast, please. I'm sleepy" he yawns rubbing his sweet eyes with his fist.

"'K, baby. I will." You could see his smile through the call and it warms your heart to know he'll really try. He mutters a small 'thank you, i love you' and before you reply, he ends the call. It's not like he doesn't know you feel the same, but it's still nice to hear the cute 'aww' he does every time you say it. He's just cute like that.

When you finally arrive your parking lot, your eyes are fighting to stay open when you feel tiredness takes your soul. You're glad you're home. It's been almost a two day travel from Brazil back to here, but with all the beautiful shots you got, it was totally worth it.

Having this kind of work made you travel a lot. Since you're free lancer, you take small jobs and opportunities but being invited to photograph the new Vogue Brazil Photoshoot, made you so happy. You love all those pretty models and celebrities from the magazines - even tho you work more with landscapes and backgrounds other than actual people - it's always fun to work in something new, with someone new. You photographed the big actor Wagner Moura, one of your favorites brazilian actors and also the new voice actor in the second Puss in Boots movie, one you couldn't wait to watch.

After everything you did, sleeping in the nice hotel room was good, but not having your beloved by your side was killing you. You don't really love cuddle that much, but you love him, and loves to cuddle him. So coming back home was something you wanted with your heart. You wanted to have his pretty hands intertwined with yours, you wanted his breath and soft puffs to dance in the air, lullabying you to sleep.

But having to wait, in traffic, with all the other tired people on the street, just annoyed you so much. Like traffic at midnight? This kind of shit only happens when you have something important to do. Like when you had to take Yeontan to a appointment in the vet, and got stuck almost two hours on traffic, or when you had to pee after not being able to go to the bathroom for the entire day. You really had a bad luck. Your only good luck was to find someone like him to love and like Taehyung says, your luck is him, and you are his.

Taking your shoes off has never been so good, you hated the feeling of your feet not being able to see the sunlight for two days, it's not like you had a feet fetish like your partner, you just really liked the comfort of your black flip flops under you, so putting them after a time felt good, but not better than the moment after.

Your eyes catch a different silhouette near the fridge, and the small sound of it closing brings a cute smile on your face. As you took steps in, the male figure stops in front of you and you immediately glare the light reflecting in his eyes. God, how much you missed him. It felt like these two week was two years, everytime one of you travel is this way.

Your body is involved with strong arms and comfort. You can feel your eyes watering but you try to trow the tears away.

"I've missed you so much" his muffled sweet voice relaxes all your muscles and you swear you learn how to fly. "I've missed you too. So much" pulling away, it's noticable in each others faces some trails of fresh tears from the eyes of you both, and Damn it's good. To know someone feels the same you do. To know he feels the same you do.

"Stop staring at me like that, i look like hell" his mouth frown and he wipes your tears and smile at you.

"you look pretty"

"i need a shower" your eyes avoid his as your cheeks stain with a rosy tone.

"I made you a bath"

"No, you didn't" his left hand stays in your face caressing your cheek, while the other fixes your hair. "Uhum, I did." When a smile blooms in your face, he knows he did the right thing. You enter forward to your house and closer to your home, who's finally drinking the now warm water he took from the fridge.

"I love you" his full cheeks look so squishy when he tries to hold his smile, then he gulps holding your hand.

"I love you, too" he takes you by the hand and puts his empty glass near the sink. He can clean that tomorrow.

"I really love you, Tae" you feel a squeeze in your hand as you walk towards your bedroom .

"You can love me all you want after your bath. I want you to relax" your hands move to your boyfriend's face and your lips touches his in a sweet peck, that he deepens by moving you closer to him as he brings your waist closer to his. Feeling his good lips, sweet honey taste in your mouth again after a while, it's the best thing in the world. He helps you undress, slowly and calmly, kissing every nude part of you. When your clothes hit the floor and you're only on your underwear, he slide into the bathroom and gets the good oil scent of lavender you love so much, and puts two small drops on it, like he always does when he makes you a warm bath, he only puts the oil when you're in the room - according to him, it's because he wants you to feel it fresh on your skin. It makes more effect when it's fresh put - a habit you're already used to.

You fastly take your underwear and dips your toe on the water. Still warm. He unconsciously holds your hand for support and you dive into the good and pretty bath.

"God, i love you" you moan when your body embraces the warm water with your lungs inhaling the soft scent of lavender.

"I know. I'll be waiting in the room" you only nod with your eyes close.

"You can take as long as you want, but don't take as long as you want, please. I need to sleep" your laughter fills up the room and his heart. God, he loves you.

"Sure, sure. Won't take long, i promise"

He leaves you, going to the room and letting you have your 'you' moment, that doesn't really take long, since it's late and you're kind of afraid of falling asleep in the bathtub.

After cleaning up and putting your favorite pj's, - Tae's clothes - you join the almost zumbi man in the bed. "Hi baby, I'm here" he hums and stretch his body comfortably, turning to his side to face you. Taking a last look at his phone, he sees the hour "01:47am... Shit" he closes the phone and puts it in your nightstand, quickly hugging you after, making you giggle softly. "I hate traffic"

"Me too"

"I love you tho, and sleep, and sleep with you" your laugh it's music to his red ears. Hugging him too, you put your hand in his chest and your leg on top of his. "It's cold tonight" he squeezes you lightly and covers you both with your warm and fluffy dark blue blanket, the one he bought you when he visited your hometown.

"Yeah, it is. When i was stuck on traffic, i saw the sky very dark and cloudy, i thinks it's gonna rain" he hums, caressing your arms and tapping your feet with his, his little way to annoy you. "I hope it rains, it'll be nice if it'd do." You sigh happily and make little patterns with your fingers, around his chest and biceps, smiling briefly when you notice 'the elephant'.

"I saw your little message. When my manager went to pick me up, he showed me. Thank you, my love" he pecks your head and moves his free hand gently up and down your waist.

"You welcome. Did you saw the lily i bought? I wanted to buy a whole bouquet but i was so anxious that i only bought one instead" you can feel the way he tatamics his words out and apologize for something you didn't really thought about.

"I saw it too. I loved it was a single flower, you know? It makes it special. Just like the little sticker you put on my car- " his body shivers from your gasp and inevitably concern gets him "I forgot my baggages in the car" he chuckles a little and holds you closer, like it's possible to be any closer than this.

"Meh. It doesn't matter. I'll pick them tomorrow"

"Oh, you better" you hide your mouth in your hands to try to muffle your loud laugh. Your laughter fades in the air with time, and you just stay together, cuddling just the way you love. When you think you're about to sleep, Taehyung deep and raspy voice brings you back "I'm tired"

"Me too"

"Let's sleep, sweetheart" your obvious tired voice lullabies Taehyung to a good night of sleep. He can finally sleep well, now that you're here.

His breaths get more quiet and steady and it doesn't take long to his adorable puffs to show up. He's too deep inside his dream to notice you mumble something. Your voice muffled as you groan under him. Wait. Under him? You weren't under him.

"Tae, you're on top of me again. I cant feel my arm, please move back to your side" when he finally gets his consciousness enough to understand what you said, he only manages to open half of his left eye, grumbling something as he does it. "What? I can't understand you" you whisper and tap his shoulder, then he takes his weight from your body relaxing your own, as you massages the arm that was under him.

"Forgive me for turning, I'll sleep on my side" he lazily says as he covers you better and drops a arm on top of you. He's not smashing you anymore, he's gentle, and feels like falling asleep again until he notices the water sounds outside the house. It's raining. No,it's pouring.

He quietly watches the rain before turning back to you "Baby, it's raining" his whisper is the lowest possible. He looks at you when you didn't respond, seeing you sleep so well and comfortably when he's wrapped around you. The rain sweetly putting you to sleep, but not just the rain. Also him, his breath, his voice it's what makes you sleep faster.

You both love this. To sleep like this,it's so good when he's cuddling to the sound of you and rain, -but mostly you- it's how he pictures his perfect night.

Scooting closer to you, he kisses both of your cheek and pecks your lips, then giggle as quiet as possible. " God, you're so beautiful. I love you so much. Thank you for returning home, baby. I couldn't sleep without you" he starts to confess you all his feelings and love, once again. "I can't sleep without you. Every single time you travel makes me realize that i can't live without you" he purrs as he snuggle your body and slowly inhales your scent.

"What did you done to me, huh?" He playfully says and you mumble something in your sleep.

"What have you done to me and why I can't stop loving you?" He mutters to your hair and intertwine your hands.

He honestly doesn't know what you did to him and why does he loves you so much, but he knows he won't stop. Loving you feels good, and he'd do anything, to love you in every life you have.

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Ok. This is cute, bye.

I'm actually so emotional lately and i just needed a comforting fluff to make me happier :/

I'm crying, bye.

I hope this adorable Tae makes you happier and warm too.

Have a great time, friend,

Sleep well (I'm no one to talk since it's already midnight), eat well and take of yourself

Good morning, good evening, good night,

- Soo Soo 🌼

[bitchfitch]

So like, Esti's horns are the only part of him that's shadow 24/7. Shadow demons don't show up in mirrors Pavo's eyes are mirrors etc etc etc. Which means that from Pavo's perspective Esti doesn't have horns, just lil bumps that look a lot like what you'd expect to see on a prepubescent demon who's horns haven't grown in yet.

Pavo thinks Esti's horns just never grew in as a consequence of being half bred or maybe just a really late bloomer. He's gone out of his way to avoid mentioning it because like, he remembers being young and insecure about his horns, it would be such an asshole thing to comment on. Especially with how eager Esti had been about any little change to his horn bumps back when he was still just a 13/14 yo. and how quiet he got about them afterwards.

It's only when Esti is grown and they've started sleeping together Pavo finds them on complete accident while like. in the middle of foreplay. He stops everything because he is Legitimately distraught he didn't notice his apprentice's horns had grown in. The first rupture is supposed to be such a big deal! he had plans saved for Years for how they were going to celebrate! that sorta Event is the demon equivalent of a quinceañera, it's a Big party to welcome them into young adulthood! And Pavo Missed throwing one for Esti! what kind of mentor Was he???

Esti explains that he tried but when Pavo never like, reacted much he sorta just thought he didn't care. And Pavo remembers how timid Esti was back then and all his little comments about his horn buds and a bunch of little things he'd written off as the musings of a boy being a little too eager to become a man. Because of course Esti never said "Pavo Look!" about anything. he said "Master, how did you handle the achiness when your horns grew in?" or just parted his hair differently. Subtle little things Pavo Thought he had already gotten good at deciphering by that point.

They don't have sex that night, which was very disappointing for Esti, because Pavo is too busy grilling him on every step of his horns' development and cussing out Esti's parents for not celebrating it either. All while trying to get a good idea for their shape by touch alone.

Esti then has to stop him throwing one of those parties that's 'bigger and grander than any other to make up for how late it is' because that would straight up kill Esti. That much attention would be hell. he would simply evaporate. The compromise ends up being letting Pavo take him out to one of the nearby towns that has a really nice inn/restaurant and lots of natural hot water springs that are used as a public bath sort of situation. Very calm and chill but still special.

[ducknotinarow]

[03, serial killer AU Rasey - I will probably call it SK AU for short in future]

It was the talk of the city. There had been a string of murders, seemingly never ending. At first it was just gang members that were meeting their end, and many didn’t think much of it. But then Randoms started getting their heads caved in, then the panic rose, as the killer had seemingly changed their target. There was no pattern, no trademark, nothing really - outside of how they went about their killings: blunt force trauma, most likely with some sort of bat. Some nights only had one victim, others several. People spoke of there being multiple killers on the lose; maybe even copycats. Surely not one guy could be doing all of this? Though, the usual question on everyone’s mind was the same: who would be next?

Well, that all depended on who Casey found first.

“They found another body,” Casey huffs, placing another box of scrap down in front of Raph, “Couple of blocks from ‘ere, apparently the guy ain’t got any links to gangs.”

That’s what he was told, at least, but Casey knew better. They wouldn’t be snooping in gang territory if they weren’t up to something,

“Had t’ talk t’ the cops bout it, but my shop ain’t got cameras an’ no one woulda been ‘ere at the time, so, yanno, that was a waste of everyone’s time.”

Casey was smarter than many thought; he knew to only talk about whatever was mentioned in the news, or risk getting himself caught,

“Yer think they ever gonna catch ‘em?”

When the Purple Dragons were gone for good, Casey would gladly give himself in, reveal the fact he had been the monster in the shadows all along. Until then though, as far as anyone was complaining concerned, he was just Casey - the walking disaster, the lovable oaf that loved hockey and his ma to death. He had everyone fooled, including his best friend - he only felt a small incline of guilt for that,

“Yet need help carryin’ this back t’ the lair?” Casey grins, trying to almost joke about the situation, “Wouldn’t wan’ that maniac common’ after yer next while yer backs turned.”

Oh… if only Raph knew how close said maniac truly was.

| Muse interaction

Raph and his brothers had even been hearing about the string of murders going around lately. From the times he put on the news and complained about how it was always just bad every time he turned it on. So sick of listening to it he ended up deciding to leave because Leo seem interested in listening in on this story. So Raph decided to ditch the lair telling the others they could watch all they wanted he would go handle meeting with Casey by himself. Though at the same time it worked in Raph favor because then it meant he would get that one on one time with Casey. Without his brothers getting in the way like Leo being annoying and bugging in, or Don asking about if they had certain things or Mikey wanting to tell him about some stupid comic. So when that thought crossed his mind? he made his way out faster in case anyone of them decided they wanted to tag along as well. Yeah sure maybe Raphael should be a bit more concern about a murder out on the lose in the streets but it had nothing to do with them so call him calloused or cold even but to Raph this was a issue the cops could handle. Beside murders were the last thing on his mind when he got to Casey's job seemed they were working late still he made sure to check before he went in. Just in case anyone one was lingering around or a last minute drop off.

Coast was clear meaning the turtle was good to make himself known. Smile hard to hide the second he saw Casey turn around to look his way though. Yeah he wasn't going to deny it to himself at least he liked them a lot. Like a lot a lot he at that why he always made sure he was around or would offer to grab the scrap for Don even. Any excuse he take it for just those few seconds he could have alone with the human. Whose ocean blue eyes never left his mind he would know them anywhere.

"Yo Case here for the goods" He states to excuse his presence at the shop just then. "Good thing I came by place looks dead, can' let you get lonely uh?" There's a tad of teasing in his voice when he asks soon dropped though at the mention Casey had some company actually. Raph hates a small worry that take came over his mind and the annoyance that followed that someone else made time with Casey. Soon proven wrong and made to deal with the embarrassment of letting his mind go that way.

“They found another body,”

Casey huffed when he set the box of scarp down for Raph to take, leaving him curious what that huff had been for in thr first place. Honestly Casey seemed maybe annoyed almost?

"Another one?" Raph tossed in, he was so tried of hearing about this but maybe it's why Casey seemed to be in a mood himself?

“Couple of blocks from ‘ere, apparently the guy ain’t got any links to gangs.”

That was werid from what Raph was aware of. The guy was targeting gang members only.

“Had t’ talk t’ the cops bout it, but my shop ain’t got cameras an’ no one woulda been ‘ere at the time, so, yanno, that was a waste of everyone’s time.”

"That why you in such a good mood? And 'ere I thought I'd be enough to brighten it." Raph wasn't subtle here he wasn't trying to be subtle either when it came to Casey. But he can understand why casey would feel annoyed by the whole ordeal in the end. Cop bugging him for answers when he couldn't offer anything after all, clear it be nothing but a waste of Casey time after all and a bust for the cops could have made better use of thar time to actually catching the guy. Raphael foolish agreed in lime of Casey thoughts here. But Casey's his best friend after all maybe possibly more, he'd like it to be more. So maybe it was easier to be in line with Casey's thoughts for that alone. Besides what help was Casey going to offer to the cops? He worked during the day and went home at night or he was with the turtles even.

But even at that, how was he gonna have any involvement with what was going on with all of this? If anything more showed that Casey was likely in the guys radius.

“Yer think they ever gonna catch ‘em?”

Raph shrugs his shoulders a bit when asked and even looks away there was a thought he had on the matter but. "I dunno I haven' been followin' much on the story." Gaze flickers to Casey a moment as he quirks his beak well in thought still. "Sides...is he really doin' that bad a thing here?" He can trust this thought to Casey right? He could tell them any terrible thing he thinks and they wouldn't judge him right? " ike yeah the killin' may be over kill for some lousey street punks but at the same time? I dunno jus' it's just street thugs 'ight? Not 'ike cops do much to help. They go around and do a whole Lotta shit so people gotta be scared all the fuckin' time one less drug dealing, dragon might nkt be the worst thing ya know?" Raphael tries to explain what he means not trying to sound awful here himself but was it really any different then what him and his brothers do sometimes? Maybe the guy just doesn't knkw how to retain himself maybe Raohs looking too deeply into a person he don't seem to know.

"Its nothin' forget it." Raph soon covers with he knows if he said thst to Leo they go on about honor and justice and more annoying shit. Putting Raph in question again, moving to grab the box Casey had set down. "I should head back though before I hear 'bout it from Leo."

“Yet need help carryin’ this back t’ the lair?”

Raph hums a bit catching that smile that graces Casey's lips now. That's better. Thays what Raphael wanted to see when he offered to pick up the scrap from Casey in the first place. That damn fucking smile, the way his eyes seem to pull up into half moons when they grin like this just made it even better.

“Wouldn’t wan’ that maniac common’ after yer next while yer backs turned.”

"Ah what worried 'bout me now uh?" Raph prons as he jokes back. Noting Casey was trying to joke about what was going on. Something about help. Settle his thoughts from before as he pushed one boxed towards Casey accepting the offer. He maybe could do it himself they weren't too heavey but then he can spend even more time with Casey this way. Better now that Casey seemed to be in a better mood as well.

"I mean whatcha gonna do if that guy dose get me uh? Not many willin' to put up with you afta' all. Sooo guess I'll feel safer havin' you to walk me back." Normally he would dismiss needing help but he was taking the excuse. Though that did make him think about it a bit more seriously, if the cops were around here to check something only a few blocks away. Raph reaches over and takes hold of Casey arms so to grab thier attetion letting the joke fade between them even if he rather keep that lighter tone.

"Yall tell me if thst guy comes around 'ight?" The concern can't even be covered up when he asks. "I know ya tough an' can throw a punch but I mean it Case." The little flare of his well known temper showed because he was being serious in that moment. "I don' want to find out that guy hurt someone I care 'bout okay?" Not that Raphael had any clue the irony of what he was saying here. But if Casey wasn't going to take him serious still.

"Especially if 'hat is you Case." He let's the slience speak between them before he swears he feels warmth hitting his face. Letting go of Casey arm. As he snatches the other box of scrap near about running to get out of there. "Now come on bone head if ya helpin' at least actually be useful got it?!"

[rustedhearts]

sentimental reasons (boxer!steve x librarian!fem reader)

summary: sunday afternoon musings in autumn.

uses she her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the king of the ring ✶

tags: pregnant!reader, fluff, that’s about it.

sentimental reasons - nat king cole

hawkins, indiana, october 20th 1996

“I wonder if she’ll have my eyes.”

“Hmm. I hope.”

Steve’s lashes tickled the tip of your finger as it delicately scaled the soft tissue of his eyelid. His lip quirked, nose twitching when you came to trace the slope of it: bent sideways by brutal fists barreling into cartilage. But once, it was smooth and straight. No matter how crooked or left-leaning it was these days, you still found it handsome.

“Hope she doesn’t get stuck with that,” Steve snorted, and you frowned as you smoothed your thumb over the swollen bridge. “Hope she has her mama’s.”

Steve lifted his hand from where it rested on your stomach to bop your nose. You smiled, fingers pushing through the long tresses framing his face. You had been reclining on your back for a few hours now, late-term pregnancy responsible for consistent exhaustion and sore ligaments. It felt like the whole of you existed in the front, and sometimes you worried you were walking on a forward slant.

The house smelled like the slowly-browned roast your mother brought you, warming in the crockpot; the sweet aroma of brown sugar carrots and the bitter snap of celery. From your open window: damp earth and the musk of goldenrod leaves. It smelled like home.

Cheek pressed gently to your stomach, chapped hands feeling for flutters and kicks, massaging your aches through a faded, stretched-out tee: Steve. He smelled like a morning Marlboro—faded and nipped away by the wind—and the woodsy vanilla of your laundry detergent. He smelled like Steve. He felt like Steve: warm and firm and lovely. Cocooned between his half-pressed weight and the softness of the comforter, you felt you could’ve lied there for the rest of your life.

You closed your eyes and listened to the leaves rustle in the afternoon. The distant babble of youthful laughter. The whoosh of rubber on asphalt at thirty-five miles an hour. The crunch of bike tires over the pile of leaves Steve raked and then left on the tree lawn so he could tend to you.

He heard your silence from the front yard. He felt your ache.

“It’s funny,” Steve murmured, eyes wide and alert, finger trailing a path down the roundness of your bump. “I never thought I’d be here. Never thought I’d have…another part of me. Like this.”

He flattened his palm to rub across your belly, spreading a blissful massage that had you shifting. Expelling a breezy sigh, you blindly tucked a patch of hair behind Steve’s ear. Soft, just-shampooed: vetiver and musk.

“She’s all ours, baby,” he whispered.

The room swayed in the stillness. Like being cradled in a lullaby, gently rocked to sleep by one dreamy, autumnal afternoon. You felt like you were floating, gently bobbing to the rush and recede of the sea.

"Kinda scary to think about," you returned a moment later, just as quietly. You peeped your eyes open to find Steve's face.

Smoothed into mindless relaxation, he watched his own hand lift over the mound of your bump. Back and forth, over the swell and down the valleys. His wedding band caught a spark of pale afternoon light: thick silver tungsten around his ring finger. Unbreakable. Irreplaceable.

Work got in the way of him wearing it often, but on long weekends like this—when you slipped away from the busy, sunny California life for a slice of small town America back home—Steve slipped the ring on and never took it off.

He liked seeing it on his hand. He liked hearing it clink with yours when you held hands at night. He liked seeing them together—your ring, his ring—and knowing: this was eternal.

"God I hope I don't fuck it up."

You tipped your head on the pillow, craning to find Steve. You gently scraped your nails over his scalp, watching them create gaps in his mop of hair.

"You won't," you cooed. "No more than all the other parents."

Steve's lips curled into a pursed smile, handsome and boyish. Your chest stuttered a moment.

"Thanks, angel. Think 'm just nervous," he sighed, words tight between his teeth with his chin pressed to your belly.

You shifted again, socked feet rubbing his sides. "Me too. My mom said she used to throw up just from nerves right before she had me, but I think I turned out alright."

He breezed into another grin, a scoffed laugh shooting from his mouth. "Yeah."

You twirled a strand of hair near his brow around your finger. It curled into shape, tickling his eye.

"Wonder if my mom was nervous with me," he whispered.

You took pause, scanning the surface of his face. His eyes flicked away from your stomach toward your own, and he instantly scoffed and shifted on his stomach.

"Ah, shit, sorry. That was—sorry—"

"Baby, hey," you awed, reaching down to cup his face. "Don't be sorry. It's okay to wonder."

Steve halted a moment. Staring at you, head risen from his place on your center body, eyes a little rounder and wider and laced with pleading. Softened and sweet, you flashed him a small, reassuring smile and scratched your nails against his scalp again. He slowly sank back down, rubbing his cheek against your clothed belly.

“‘Kay,” he murmured.

“Wanna talk more about it—“

“No, baby. Just…wanna talk about names.”

You giggled. “Names?”

You could see the coil of his mouth from here, how the side of his face lifted with the small quirk of muscle.

“Yeah. Been thinkin’ about what we’re gonna name little Harrington.”

Your heart swelled to double the size, aching in your chest. You could barely contain the burst of adoration blooming with a pulse.

“You have?”

Steve’s finger made a zig-zag trail on your belly again. “Mhm. So…let me see it.”

You blinked, brows etching together. “See what?”

Steve turned his head, hair dragging across your belly and flouncing from his face. “The notebook.”

You clapped your hands together with a giddy grin. You’ve kept a notebook of baby names since your first sonogram. You knew you were getting ahead of yourself, and there were chances the pregnancy wouldn’t stick—but all you could think about was what you’d name your child. When you found out it was a girl, that you’d have a daughter, the notebook immediately became a place of scribbles and exclamation marks and highlighted stars.

Interestingly enough, when you started to show a bump beneath your clothes and required more assistance for daily tasks, Steve swapped roles with you as the worrier. He helped you up and down stairs, poured your cereal, made you smoothies, cut your steak, and did his best to do the cleaning exactly the way you did it.

Steve was terrified you’d lose the baby, and that it would be all his fault.

For some reason, naming the baby felt like “jinxing it” to him.

“Really, you wanna see it?” you squealed, capturing your lip between your teeth.

Steve chuckled, a deep, grumbling sound that shuddered through you. “Yeah, baby.”

“Okay good, because I can’t get up.”

Steve chortled, shifting on his stomach to press a kiss to your belly, wide hands spanned on either side. He wiggled off the bed and headed toward the door, rounding the corner toward the library room.

The Hawkins house, made the Harrington residence circa 1994, had a gorgeous, oak-shelved room full of first editions and signed copies. Steve spared no expense when it came to your little corner of the house, where he often found you curled up in the window seat scribbling in a journal, or scanning a book. You had a desk against the wallpapered wall, where a type writer from 1935 found at a flea market in Virginia sat with every intention of good use. Steve hated the sound of your clacking, but you said the sound was “transcendent.”

Steve padded into the room, blanketed in a pale grey darkness as the sky muddled with rain clouds. The window came to a peak in a rounded arch, wet with old rain drops from last night’s shower. Collections of leaves from the oak tree looming in the yard congregated on the glass in groups of yellow.

He found the notebook on the desk beneath your piles of paper, all full of ink. Steve fought the urge to filter through it as he returned to the bedroom.

You struggled to sit yourself up, wobbling on your palms like doing the crab walk. Steve flung the notebook toward the bed and rushed to your side, hands at the ready.

“Baby,” he huffed, hoisting you toward the pillows at the headboard, which he fluffed adamantly as you settled back. “Wait for me.”

Your eyes rolled, though you were already out of breath. “I had it.”

He shot you a pointed look through narrowed brows, and fumbled for the notebook at the edge of the mattress. He settled beside you, and as the air followed his motions, you caught whiffs of damp soil from his time outside this morning.

“Okay, open it,” you insisted, voice wavering with delight.

Steve flipped the spine open, revealing the first lined page of paper with your familiar writing.

“Jesus Christ, honey,” Steve drawled, pulling the notebook back an inch to take it all in. His eyesight had been slipping for the past year and a half.

He needed glasses, but refused to wear them.

Cheeks swelling with warmth, you tipped your head over to get a peek of your work. “I had a lot of ideas.”

"And they're...alphabetized," Steve commented, tone thick with amusement.

"Obviously."

Steve scanned the list of names, eyes shuttering half-closed and popping back open like a camera lens. The ones he didn’t like got a screwed up face in response. Steve had a headache by the time he got to the fourth page, and the names weren't stopping.

Only few caught his eye: Alice, Caroline, Catherine, Eloise, Emma, Lily, Josephine, Jane, Winnie.

As he continued to scan, he found himself pairing the names with his own surname. Alice Harrington, Catherine Harrington, Lily Harrington. None had the ring he thought they would.

"Do you have a favorite?" he asked, flipping pages again.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you gently skirted the pads of your finger over the warm skin of his forearm. You trailed them to the bone of his knuckle, feeling the purple veins protruding beneath the flesh, plumped from overexertion.

"Mhm," you hummed. "But I don't want to sway you."

Steve turned his head, lips brushing your temple. "It's Jane."

You lifted your head so quickly that it knocked Steve's chin, and he tongued away the pain with a wordless grimace as your face bloomed with warm thrill. You gazed at your husband in delightful wonderment.

"How did you know?"

"It had five stars next to it."

You giggled, warmth increasing. "Oh."

"And," he added, head cocking to pop a kiss on your cheek. "I remember you mentioned that name before. Back when we were still dating, talkin' about kids. You said you always loved the name Jane, and if you ever had a girl, that would be your top choice."

Looping your arm around Steve's, you squeezed him close and nuzzled his neck. "Oh, Steve, you are so hot right now."

Steve's laughter was sharp and surprised, and he snapped the notebook closed to toss it aside. Hands free and desiring your touch, he gently pulled at your legs until you reclined flat on the bed again.

"I know."

Mounting over you with an agreeable and cautious space between his body and your bump, he pressed a gentle pepper of smooches to your face. You ran your hands across his chest, playing with the silver chain around his neck, thin and linked.

"So...Jane it is?"

Steve pulled back, eyes flicking between yours. His features were soft, a sharp contrast to the scars and bruises they regularly carried. He brushed the back of two fingers across your brow, guiding your hair away.

"Jane it is, my love."

♡ ♡

[cno-inbminor]

iterum vivere (childe/tartaglia)

a/n: wow, it’s been fucking forever. first genshin fic featuring childe/tartaglia!!! a very huge thank you to @suspensin​ for reading this over and being my rock and support, and i love her so fucking much. I couldn’t have finished this without her!

plot: reincarnation and modern/uni!au ft. afab reader!traveler with she/they pronouns x childe/tartaglia 

-- in which meeting childe is a bit of a dangerous game of push and pull

wc: 12.1k; angst + fluff

warnings:  DOES CONTAIN IN-GAME SPOILERS (1.5? 1.6? + story quest and idek) and NSFW MENTIONS (mdni to be safe). there’s no explicit smut but thoughts do run a bit wild here and there

EDIT: Altered ChiLumi version now posted on AO3 here!

“Haven’t we met before?”

The shine in your eyes does nothing to hide your curiosity, head even tilting a little in observation. He watches them scan his face for any recognizable features, but attempts to focus on the strange, taut string of déjà vu that pulls him toward you. In a moment of absentmindedness, he had heard a faint voice call out his name from your direction. Confusion overtook him as you weren’t looking at him, but something inside his brain said that it had to be from you. And so his feet redirected his path towards your figure in the student union building, as if on a mission.

“A fucking whale, Childe?”

Oh.

“I don’t think so…?” You trail off, curiosity now replaced by perplexed feelings. “Do we have a class together?”

I think I would’ve noticed you by now if you were.

“Ah, what’s your major?” Childe asks quickly to avoid listening to the little voice in his head.

“History and anthropology, you?”

“Economics, but I’ve taken a history course for core credits. Maybe it was then?”

“With Dr. Zhong?”

“Yes!” He snaps his fingers. Part of his brain decides to usefully function and scan his memories to see if he remembers your face or head of hair in the lecture hall then. “Last year? Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10 to 11:20?”

“Actually, yeah,” you affirm in surprise. You think you would remember the relatively attractive ginger in your class, but honestly, it had all been such a blur and you were often pretty sleepy during class. Dr. Zhong didn’t quite appreciate it, but you made up for it with your exam and essay grades, as well as paying better attention in some of his other courses.

“Did you need me for anything?”

“I’d like for you to come visit and meet my family.”

He’s really not appreciating this extra voice speaking for him.

“Well…uh…” Childe stammers and looks away sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. He honestly had no reason for approaching you, and now, he just looks like a desperate idiot. Think quick, he tells himself, floundering for some shitty excuse.

“I wanted to, uh, take another history course as an elective and um, wanted to know if you had any recommendations?”

“Oh,” you blink. That’s a first. When he meets your gaze, the swirling shades of sapphire strike something deep within you. Flashes of events you can’t make out go by in the blink of an eye, but then you realize you’ve been staring for too long. Blood rushes to your cheeks because you don’t exactly want this guy to get the wrong idea from you, because how are you supposed to explain, “I’m sorry, but I think we have met before, but just a really, really long time ago, and we might’ve been more than just acquaintances because that’s what it feels like?”

“I think you’d like Teyvat Mythology,” your voice wavers on the verge of cracking. “Dr. Zhong might have a TA this time around, but Xiao’s a great teacher. Doesn’t have long, rambling anecdotes, but explains things well and gets straight to the point.”

“C-cool, I’ll look into it,” Childe replies and smiles brightly. “I’ll head out then,” jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, where he just realized he left a grouchy Scaramouche waiting by a vending machine, newly purchased Starbucks Tripleshot drink in hand. “Nice seeing you, (y/n).”

He scurries off before you both realize that you never told him your name.

“Who’s that?” Scaramouche asks, jutting his chin in your vague direction.

“Someone from my Intro to Liyuean History course last year,” Childe waves off. “Come on, let’s go before the line at the pasta bar gets too long.”

-

The next time you see Childe is by accident, traversing across an open field of grass that many students like to sit out on to relax with friends, sunbathe, hold events, or play casual team sports if room permits.

You had your earbuds in and were scrolling through social media when laughter rang above all other sound, causing your head to snap up and swivel around to find the source. And while it might’ve been strange to an outsider, your steps immediately slowed as you watched the man of your tiring, vivid dreams sprint in your direction, eyes pinned on a frisbee heading towards him.

He’s wearing a grey sports tank and basketball shorts, headband holding back his bangs as he makes a slight jump in the air to catch the plastic disc between his palms. His feet plant into the grass as he looks for someone to pass it to, and you watch (with embarrassment) the muscles in his throwing arm relax and tighten with practice, frisbee steadily soaring through the air in a beautiful arc towards a teammate. He then lightly jogs to get closer to his group, but then his back stiffens.

Before your instincts kick in for you to turn and bail, he looks over his shoulder and stares straight at your now stunned self.

The sole ruby earring that glints in the sunlight catches your attention, and you recall your dreams of terrifyingly dark, violet electric power, blades of water rushing toward you, and then the stomach-churning sensation of falling from great heights pours concrete into your veins—

Childe looks a little amused for having your sole focus, hand lifting up for a quick wave. And as you numbly return the greeting, your heart beats out, “Run from him.”

And so with the flight response pulsing and firing from your synapses, you abruptly speed walk away, almost breaking out into a sprint towards your dorm. You ignore his pointed, confused look, and pretend you don’t feel the two holes of imaginary fire searing into your back. It isn’t until you’re laying back in bed that you release a huge sigh of relief and pray to a deity you don’t believe in that those eyes of mirth will not haunt you tonight.

But of course, with a deity that doesn’t exist, the prayers go unanswered.

-

“Do you believe in any of the mythology you teach?” You ask Xiao about a few days later when you stop by his cubicle. Luckily, no one else is around for this conversation, and Xiao has always been kind enough to humor your thoughts. Granted, he might feel obligated because you had asked Dr. Zhong to be your advisor for your undergraduate Honors thesis, and Xiao was directed to be your receiver of some general questions and source of information if he wasn’t around.

A quick scan of your complexion tells Xiao everything he needs to know. Your eyes are overtaken with rumination and exhaustion, haziness clouding them as you seem to ponder over your own question. It’s not often that you ask him anything not related to your thesis or coursework.

“Perhaps there’s some sense and truth to the tales passed down,” he softly muses. “What makes you ask?”

You lift yourself to sit on the clean area next to his computer, legs slowly swaying back and forth. “It might sound crazy but...I’ve been having dreams lately. They feel too real, too natural to be anything that my mind would make up. I’ve never had the most creative imagination by any means, which is why there’s some comfort to me being a history major, but I can’t shake these.”

“So why ask me about the mythology?”

“...the Archons are there. I even dreamt that I met the Geo and Anemo Archons. And they controlled various elements, just like we were taught.”

You don’t notice that Xiao has ceased his rapid typing, fingers hovering over the keyboard before one hand removes his glasses from his face. He uses the other to rub his eyes and softly pinch the bridge of his nose before sliding the frames back on. Dark, golden amber eyes survey you as you grapple with the unfathomable possibilities of your nightly visions, at least until you shake your head in disbelief at yourself and lightly scoff.

“Who am I kidding?” You ask no one in particular. “Maybe I’ve been doing too much research and everything’s mixing together.”

“You’re ahead of schedule, if that provides any consolation.”

“Some.”

-

It takes Childe a grand total of one minutes and 53 seconds to sign up for Teyvat Mythology for the spring semester.

-

WInter in Liyue is only slightly miserable, being so close to the ocean. It’s chillier than usual on this dreary day, yet something compelled you to exit your dorm and shakily make your way to the campus coffee shop for a warm drink. Coffee, hot chocolate, you haven’t quite decided yet, but just as you let yourself bask in the warm building, familiar ginger hair and blue eyes wash away the comfort.

Or do they douse you in security?

They remind you of your recent dreams that now have shifted away from stress and violence to easygoing summer days by the oceanside, running barefoot in the sand while collecting beautifully patterned azure starconches. Sometimes, you thrust a hand towards an oversized four-leaf clover on a wooden stake with the power of wind and catch yourself in the air, soaring and looking around to find more of the little shells. Other nights, they consist of climbing steep cliffs, only to sit at the edge in the clouds with fatigue wracking through your system and marvel at the view before you.

Someone’s always with you though, ruby earring and maroon mask and cobalt blue gem hanging from the waist, sprinting with you, playfully tackling you down, pulling you up towards mountain peaks, laying their head on your shoulders, brushing their lips against your cheek--

You welcome the change of peace in those dreams, but only because they don’t leave you quite as tired the next day, as if you’d been avoiding an inescapable dark force.

Part of you wants the burning question of why this person, this man, in all his glory and brightness, affects you so fucking much when you barely even know the guy -- why looking at him sends your heart to lodge itself in your esophagus, why your lungs feel like they’re so close to being completely collapsed under the weight of his stare, why feeling like you’re trapped and  caught between wanting to run towards yet away from him.  It makes no sense, and you’re tired of trying to make sense of anything you don’t exactly want to remember from your dreams for some, once again, inexplicable reason.

But there’s no time to think as he quickly ambles towards you, your own feet shuffling forward to meet him in a warped reference of a distance that constitutes to “the middle” before you can stop yourself. Your shivering hasn’t quite stopped yet, and Childe seems to take notice of it.

“Pretty cold out there,”  he softly states. It’s cute, the way you’re curling in on yourself to retain some warmth.

“Y-yeah, not sure why I decided I really needed something warm to drink right now,” you reply and avoid his gaze. He watches you peer over his shoulder to squint at the menu display hanging from the ceiling, seemingly contemplating on what you should get.

“How about I get yours today? My treat for your class recommendation last time.” Anything to keep you here longer. Childe doesn’t realize how much he’s missed you, which confuses him, and chooses to ignore the fact that he’d been camping himself at the study tables in the building where the history department is located in hopes of even just catching a quick glimpse of you.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you immediately attempt to subvert his generous offer, hands shooting out from your jacket pockets and waving in rejection. “It was nothing.”

“Please?” Childe puts on his best puppy eyes before reaching for one of your wrists, gently tugging you to the register. “Just this once?”

You want so badly to squash the tiny flare of disappointment that erupts in your chest from the newly acquired knowledge that this was just a one time thing. Do econ majors hate to feel in debt? That they must be even with everyone, or would rather have people indebted to them than the other way around?

There’s no time to think when Childe gives the cashier his order before turning to you, and without wanting to waste anyone’s time, you rattle off your usual beverage. He’s quick in fishing out his student ID to spend some of his campus currency, shooting you a boyish grin when you pout at your half-opened wallet.

“Go take that table over there,” he says, pointing to one in the corner by some windows. “I’m gonna tell my friends to go on without me.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude or pull you away from them,” you slightly panic. The sooner you can leave, the better. Right? “You don’t need to sit with me, I was just gonna head back to my dorm.”

“I insist. Go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

Why your brain takes his orders over your own is a mystery in and of itself, because before you know it, you’re plopped down in one of the lounge seats and staring off into space, mind reeling over the last two minutes. You pretend you can’t hear the way Childe’s friends nudge his arm playfully with their shoulders, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively as Childe tries to get them to stop being nonsensical.

“You’re gonna scare them off,” he hisses at them, hands pushing at their backs so they could finally leave him to his devices.

“Not before you do!” One of them laughs and Childe groans at their antics. “All right, all right, we’ll go. They’re cute though, might steal them if you don’t make a move.”

The darkening of the aura surrounding Childe is too quick for them to fully process, not before he dampens any of their fleeting hopes with a, “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

But it disappears just as fast when his and your drinks are called out, and he gives them one last shove before retrieving your to-go cups. Childe directs all his focus towards the seat diagonally from yours as opposed to the one that’s straight across, and you’re sharply ripped away from whatever reverie you let yourself slip into.

“Thank you,” you murmur, hands cupping the drink and feeling the heat seep into your fingertips. “You really didn’t have to, it was nothing big.”

“Can you blame me for just trying to find an excuse to finally talk to you?” He asks without a skip and you can’t tell if the quickening of your heartbeat is from a looming sense of doom or excitement. Those eyes, the tiny swirls of the ocean, blue like those shells buried in the sand--

It takes three seconds too long for you to understand where he was going with in his words, and part of you feels unamused at his smooth talking. You’ve always guarded yourself against guys like Childe, devilishly handsome who know their way around language semantics, ready to pull you in and just as ready to push you away. That (possibly unfair) bias, coupled with everything else you’ve been feeling for him, sounded the alarms and set the walls up around your heart. Perhaps you need to stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, because Childe immediately retracts his forwardness.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise I’m not looking for anything in return and you don’t owe me anything, but I really did just...want to sit and talk and...get to know you?” Childe trails off a little towards the end. Your body loosens up and relaxes just a tiny bit, feeling bad for your snap judgment. Let the guy do something nice, don’t look into it too much, you tell yourself. It’s a coffee, not a five-course dinner.

You reach out a hand towards him, small smile across your lips, ready for his to join yours in a quick handshake. “I’m (y/n), senior history and anthropology double major. It’s nice to meet you.”

The pounding of your heart against your ribcage has nothing to do with the shimmering of his eyes, nothing to do with the fact that his hand fits with yours just right, and nothing to do with the fact that an eerily similar voice from your dreams whispers, “I love you.”

You learn a number of things about Tartaglia in the four hours, like his family members and their respective interests, which classes he did and didn’t enjoy taking, certain takes on Schnezhnayan politics, his own various hobbies, crazy accidents from the occasional college parties, and more. He’s a bit of an open book, probably telling you way more than any regular person would, and definitely more than anything you revealed during all this time. Everything you tell him seems surface level, nothing too deep. The walls are still there to protect you from the unexplainable, profound feelings his presence seems to elicit, and luckily, he doesn’t prod any further. Childe feels the resistance and respects it, which just adds more brownie points in your book, and you almost feel bad for having given so little in return.

“I wish we were taking Teyvat Myth together,” he sighs when walking you back to your dorm, hands stuffed in his pockets. His ruby earring catches the light from the sunset, the shade almost complimentary to the golden amber rays that streak across the sky. “Would’ve helped having a history major in there.”

“Is that all I am to you, an answer bank?” You jokingly ask, but he watches concerningly as you shoot your gaze to the ground, mindfully stepping over the cracks between concrete slabs.

“Of course not,” a gentle sincerity reaches you, giving you the confidence to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry for making it sound like that, it wasn’t my intention. I really just meant it as a way of saying if the professor or TA ended up being a total bore, then well, having you would make it more fun.”

“I’m sure I’d bore you even more,” chuckling, speeding up to get away. You’re growing too comfortable in whatever atmosphere Childe has created, like an enclosed air bubble bobbing gently in the depths of the sea and letting the waves carry you both to whichever ends of the earth.

“Hey,” he interjects, hand reaching out to stop you with a soft yank of your wrist. There is no resisting force from you, feet stepping backward until he meets you eye to eye. It’s unfair in the way that he can render you motionless by standing just an inch from you, arms brushing with his head tilted closer to your own. “Seriously, I’m glad we did this today. Are you?”

No, because now I don’t know what to think, I don’t know who you are, I’m not any closer to figuring out why you terrify yet leave me so enamoured with you, I’m torn between punching and kissing you and--

“Yes,” you subconsciously answer, brain immediately short-circuiting to scold yourself. “I had fun.”

His grin, charming, devilish, is so so bright, bright enough to rival the Liyue sun that sits on the pier, on the edge of the ocean, bright enough to rival the love that your fraternal twin showers you with on a daily basis. You want time to stop right here because you’re almost sick of the voice settled deep within your heart that screams, “Don’t get comfortable, you must run from him!”

“Good. Let’s do this again?” And you nod, of course you do. Foolish you. “Don’t be a stranger!” He calls out as he turns on his heel and waves over his shoulder, hand raised in the air, and you’re suddenly transported to another scene, a less refined version of the Liyue Harbor, watching as the head of ginger hair with a red mask in a flashier attire of grey and maroon walks away from you and onto a roaring, magnificent ship; big, ivory sails only seen in books and museums. It’s the same gesture of “see you later”, and just before he turns, you blink, and you’re back to seeing your campus again.

But Childe does look back once, warm and content that you’re still standing there, watching over him, and he can’t help but think about when he can spend time with you again, because suddenly, it truly feels like there’s not enough of it anymore.

-

“Excuse me, what’s a Red Bull?”

The last thing, or person rather, you expect to see on the last day of finals for the fall semester, is a small boy who looks way too young to be here, tugging on the sleeve of your windbreaker. He’s at most eleven, ten maybe, but he has eerily similar characteristics, as well as an accent that doesn’t quite belong to most Liyue natives. Still gathering your bearings from your own perusing of the fridges that hold all the possible beverages a college student could consume, you kneel down until you’re at eye level with the child.

“Repeat that for me? Are you looking for a Red Bull, you say?”

“Yes!” He beams and holds out a student ID that most definitely doesn’t belong to him. “My brother asked me to grab him one because he was busy with something.”

Your eyes flit over to the top shelves where the aforementioned cans of caffeine are located, and definitely too high for someone of his height to reach. “I’ll grab one for you. Did he ask for a specific flavor?”

“Nope, he said regular. Thanks, you’re really nice! Do you know my brother?” He asks, waving the ID at you so you can get a better look at the name. That’s definitely a face you recognize, but the name leaves you confused.

“Yeah, um,” glance over again, “I know...Ajax…”

“He’s the best toy seller in the whole world!”

Somehow, it suits him much better than Childe or Tartaglia, and you’re not quite sure what toys have anything to do with the matter at hand. Speaking of hands, the little boy grabs yours in sheer delight. “Can you take me back to his room? I kinda forgot the directions he told me, and everything’s so big around here.”

“Sure, just let me buy something, too, and I’ll take you.”

“Okay!”

The cashier isn’t the least bit fazed by the little brunette at your side -- it’s always common for family members to come in around the end of semesters to pick up kids or visit, and being an open building with snacks and drinks and a stopping point of most tours, they’ve seen it all. You even let him pick out a bag of chips and a candy bar for himself for being so polite and not a complete menace, paying with your own campus currency.

Teucer, as you’ve learned in the last two minutes, likes to point out things and ask you questions. Luckily, you have answers to most of them and do your best to pad the time, enjoying the feeling of a tiny hand wrapped around three of your fingers. It’s sweet to any normal passerby, believing they’re witnessing an older sister doting on their little brother around the holidays, but to Childe, seeing the tender sweetness on your face as you nod along to whatever Teucer is rambling about to you, sets his heart aflame. He’s already constantly on the verge of wanting to hug and kiss you and never let go, but you haven’t made any indication that you could potentially like him back, and this is just torture.

“Look what they bought me!” Teucer shoves his rewards in Childe’s face as if he had extremely poor eyesight, and you can’t help but laugh a little as you set his Red Bull down on his desk, clutching your own preferred beverage while looking around his room. Finals must have gotten to him with the unusual lack of tidiness in the small space, some laundry strewn here and there, a couple boxes of eaten microwave dinners in the metal wire trash can, some textbooks left open and marked with more sticky notes than you’ve ever seen. You’d only been here once before to drop off some food that he desperately messaged you about, stuck doing a project that he just couldn’t step away from.

“Pretend you don’t see the mess,” Childe pleads, handing a kid tablet to his brother but holding on before Teucer can take it. “What do you say to our nice friend here for buying you these snacks?”

“Thank you!”

“It was nothing,” you shyly smile, ruffling his hair. “I enjoyed meeting you.”

“Wait, what’s your name again?”

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Okay, (y/n)! Wait…(y/n)..as in…”

Teucer trails off and gives a look to his brother, one that spells curiosity and trouble, before he grabs your hand and pulls you into a corner. Any movement Childe makes to leave his desk chair is immediately squashed by Teucer’s disapproval, and the older man is left to helplessly worry when you’re told to squat down so secrets can be whispered into your ear.

“He talks about you a lot whenever he calls home,” and you want to laugh at Tecuer’s attempt to sound as scandalous as possible. “All the time! I think he likes you, like, like like.”

Oh. Oh dear.

“What makes you say that?” You whisper back, indulging both yourself and him, yet also internally snickering at how troubled Childe looks.

“Sometimes, he video calls mama, but we’ll all sit around and talk, and whenever he’s talking about how he saw you or something, he just looks...happy. Really happy.”

The surprise on your face does nothing to settle Childe’s nerves and he’s about to start wringing his hands together. Whatever Teucer was telling you couldn’t be good, probably embarrassing, like the one time he unceremoniously fell on his ass while ice skating over a frozen lake, or when he tried fitting fifteen marshmallows in his mouth and nearly choked on them when their mother caught them in the act, or--

“I think he just thinks of me as a good friend,” you try to inform Teucer, not letting yourself get any semblance of hope. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“If you say so,” Teucer pouts. But then he stops whispering and bounds over back to his brother, grabbing the tablet before plopping down on the half-made bed.

“Look, I was overconfident and thought I could execute a perfect single loop on the ice, but there was a rock and I lost balance and--”

“I wasn’t being told any stories about you falling on ice, but do tell me more,” you chuckle and take some joy in watching the blush spread across his cheeks. It’s easy to tell that he’s mentally berating himself for jumping to conclusions.

“Well, first off, thanks for buying him all that, and my drink, too,” he sighs. “I spoil him enough as it is.”

“I can see why it’s hard not to,” you smile knowingly. “So is it just him here? Where’s the rest of your family?”

“Funny story, he somehow managed to convince my parents to let him come here on his own as his first ever plane flight, so I had to pick him up yesterday from the airport. He’s flying back with me tomorrow.”

“And the RA?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

“Ah...well...what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him? Speaking of, what was Teucer whispering to you about?”

There’s a pensiveness that overtakes you when you look at Teucer again, who’s happily playing some sort of game and completely oblivious to the rest of his surroundings. You won’t, can’t, take his words to heart, and will take them with a grain of salt at most.

“Nothing important. Although I did learn something new...Ajax?”

“Say my name -- fuck, say it, please--”

“I guess cat’s out of the bag,” he chuckles and looks away, absolutely unaware of the flare of heat that swirls in your stomach from the fleeting vision just now. “I came up with other nicknames as a kid to seem cooler, and they just stuck with me. Plus, the business world is full of people who just want something from you, or just a transactional relationship. I’d rather not give my real name to them, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s fair,” you nod and lean to sit on the edge of his desk. A thought pops into your head and you turn the words over in your head like a washing machine on the spin setting, teeth gnawing on the flesh of your bottom lip. If Teucer hadn’t been in the room, he would’ve been this close to kissing you.

“But if it’s worth anything,” your voice slowly, softly starts, cautious and wary of your thoughts. “I think...Ajax suits you best.”

Curse fate. Curse the legendary Archons. Curse karma and deities and spirits because all he wants to do right now is stand and tower over you, trap you between himself and his desk so you can’t escape, take those pretty lips between his until they’re bruised and swollen because of him, hear you call out his name in the throes of pleasure so he can finally replace his fantasies with tangible memories. The unnatural, magnetic pull that draws him to you is unbearable now -- he feels like he’ll lose the last tendrils of his sanity if he doesn’t do something.

You can’t stop him from slowly reaching out to grab one of your hands, lifting it towards him until he’s close enough for you to feel his breath ghost over your knuckles. It sends a shiver down your spine and blood is pounding in your ears because you can’t begin to fathom what he’s thinking about while doing this, even more so when his lips make contact with your skin and your breath hitches, stuck in your throat as he languidly peeks at you beneath his eyelashes with a heated gaze, then lowly confessing, “My name sounds best when you say it.”

Good heavens.

It’s difficult to swallow and keep your composure, especially when Teucer yells out in glee over, what you can assume, beating something in his game, and Childe drops your hand. But his dilated pupils don’t retract in the slightest, refusing to let you look away so that maybe, you can understand what he’s trying to convey to you. He’s taking the first step because he’s terrible and can’t contain his self-control anymore, pushing the ball into your court, ready for you to either play or exit into the sidelines.

When you do blink, there’s a vision of your naked body wrapped around another, limbs clinging desperately to a sturdy and panting frame. Lips, much like the ones that have seared themselves onto your knuckles, are at your neck and sucking, biting, before moving to your ear and laying filthy words into them that drive you closer to the edge. It all happens so fast that you feel you’ve just experienced whiplash, yet also feeling secondhand embarrassment at how lewd some of these thoughts have been.

You can’t stay here any longer.

“I-I have to go,” spills off your tongue before you can really think about it. The way the haze shatters in his eyes is heartbreaking in its own way, but there’s no time for you to explain. Your brain is in overdrive and eager to run, run, run. It detects danger on all fronts, but you muster out a, “H-have a good break, come find me next semester, mmk?”

And you’re out the door with inhuman speed. When the door clicks shut, only then does Teucer look up from his screen and frown at the lack of your presence. “Where’d they go?”

Chlide doesn’t seem to hear him, and Teucer has never seen his big brother look so sad and confused before.

-

He holds on to that last tendril of hope, because mark his words, he will find you come January.

-

After about a week at home, enjoying the festive time with his family and mildly unconcerned about next year’s courses because that was a problem for another day, Childe has his first, crazy, nonsensical dream.

At least, that’s what he tells himself when he snaps awake and his body aches with exhaustion. Not only are his joints in agony, he also feels like he’s sporting unforeseen bruises, which makes absolutely no sense because he hasn’t done anything that would warrant them, no matter how much he and his brothers do some rough-housing. His night of sleep was all consumed by flashes and scenes of weapon fighting, lucid enough to remember feeling his arms flex and wield bows and double-headed polearms and being cognizant of all the enemies??? surrounding him. They ranged from deranged looking monsters, floating beings with soulless masks, and large humans in electricity-padded armor, to behemoth machines in the sky that could leave you within an inch of your life thanks to a drill for a hand?!

But what’s even worse is that you seem to have managed a deal with Morpheus himself and infiltrated his dreams. You were there, too, sometimes fighting with him, sometimes against him, much to his dismay, and while it was nice, he just didn’t get it. Why the friendliness and hostility? Why was there an anger that overtook him when looking directly at you, parrying your blade and sending harmful arcs of water toward your figure?

Why did he relish the fear in your eyes when he darted towards you with electricity cracking through the air?

There’s an overwhelming sensation now to grab his phone to text you and apologize -- for what, he can’t fathom and there are no words to accurately convey what he’s thinking. “Hey, sorry for wanting to kill you in my dream :( “? Or “Sorry for being a friend but then stabbing you in the back, but then being nice to you again”?

And the only thing that really made sense was the serenity and contentment that would course through his veins as the two of you danced around on ivory sandy beaches, picking up shiny blue starconches and taking down more weird creatures; the breathlessness when you would fall back into the water and re-emerge to reconfirm his beliefs that you were one of the most beautiful humans he’d ever laid his eyes on; the love--

Hold the fuck up.

He doesn’t love you. He likes you a whole lot and he’s severely and deathly attracted to you, but he doesn’t love you. Your existence has only been made known to him for about two months, and he didn’t really start talking to you until three weeks in. So no matter how comfortable he feels with you, no matter how much he wishes that you were sleeping peacefully next to him so his nights wouldn’t feel so lonely, it was too early, too hasty, to say that he loves you.

“I’ve been wondering, why didn’t you bring them home?” His mother asks him out of nowhere during breakfast, all to add to this extremely tumultuous roller-coaster morning he’s been having. All he wants to do is eat his bowl of milk and cereal, then potentially go back to sleep before fulfilling his promise to go with his siblings to the nearby skating rink. It takes everything in him to not choke on his spoon of grains.

“Agreed, didn’t you mention they didn’t really have any family to go back to and that the move to Liyue was semi-permanent?” His father chimes in, laying a quick peck on his wife’s temple. “It’s never fun to spend the holidays alone.”

“They would’ve felt like they were intruding,” Childe replies quietly, stabbing his bowl a few times before scooping up another spoonful of cereal to his mouth. “I know we’re friends, but we haven’t known each other for that long, and maybe they’d be uncomfortable because that’s a lot honestly…”

“You don’t know until you try,” his mother sings and pats him on the shoulder. “We do have a guest room after all.”

“For them and their twin?”

“And quite a comfortable futon with enough blankets.”

Childe smiles fondly at his parents’ kindness. He can only imagine what this winter break would’ve been like now -- you and your twin floating around, trying to help out with certain chores, sitting by the fireplace and watching TV, huddled up with mugs of hot chocolate, playing board games with everyone and engaging in all the shenanigans…

Laughing. Loving. Grinning. Basking.

Handing over one of his hoodies to you as a sick way of torturing yet blessing himself for seeing how lovely you look in his clothes, standing silently in the doorway as you attempt to help out with mealtimes next to his mother, watching you run around in the backyard and dodging his siblings’ snowballs while lodging a few of your own -- how wonderful it all would be.

But he squashes it down as quickly as possible, because you escaped his grasp. You ran away from his advances temporarily and even though you gave him permission to seek you out come the spring semester, he worries that you might take it back. Something will wake up inside of you to keep him out of your heart and your life, and he’s not confident enough at this point to believe there’s a good chance you will come spend the holidays with him and his family next year.

“Maybe next year, ma,” he sends her a hesitant, yet somewhat broken purse of his lips that’s just the least bit curved. It tells her everything he’s thinking, and the quick patting of his cheek lets him know she understands.

Half an hour later, Childe finds himself curled up on his side under the sheets, phone in hand as he stares at a blinking cursor. It shouldn’t be so hard to send a text to convey his holiday greetings, because that’s all it is -- part of him is becoming desperate and aching for some interaction with you, even if it’s just a text sent back for conventional social pleasantries. He’ll take it for now, right?

Before he can totally chicken out, his thumbs quickly type a, “Happy Holidays, (y/n) :)”, and it’s a little embarrassing how quickly after he hits the ‘send’ button that he tosses it over his shoulder so he’s not directly looking at it anymore. His heartbeat is too quick and he prays for no phantom vibrations or phantom sound notifications to avoid any disappointment of thinking he got a reply. It was a harmless text, yet he’s treating it like he just got assigned on a mission to go and murder someone for the first time. What will he do if you never text him back? Does that mean you really don’t want to talk to him? Are you dead in a ditch somewhere? Did you change numbers and not tell him? Did your twin get all the details and make the executive decision to block his number? Will he never get a chance to talk to you again, even if it’s about something in the Teyvat Mythology class next semester? Will you--

His shoulder screams in protest when he quickly flips himself over at the text notification sound, hands shakily unlocking his phone and opening up your conversation again. His heart rate significantly decreases, reaching back to its normal pace, especially as he reads the little words on his screen.

“Happy Holidays, Ajax ^^”

There is hope.

-

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

You’re huddled under the comforter of your twin’s bed, phone just peeking above the edge as you stare at it with a brightness in your eyes. For the most part, you had been sulking there, apart from meals and going back to your own room to sleep, and mentally berating yourself for the way you reacted to Childe the week before.

“He just texted me to say happy holidays,” shrugging to put on a facade of indifference. It’s stupid that you’re trying to hide your feelings from your twin of all people, who could pick apart and identify your emotions in a heartbeat. A roll of his eyes lets you know that you haven’t fooled him at all.

“So you think that whatever comment he made, which was very suggestive and indicative of clearly non-platonic feelings, was just something...friendly? Remind me again how you came to that conclusion?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking!” You whine, looking around to see if there was anything you could toss at him. “It’s just, with everything, all the dreams and stupid gut feelings, I just -- I don’t know, okay?? I can’t tell you enough how much I wish I had just kissed his stupid face and see where it goes from there.”

“Okay, gross, but don’t beat yourself up. Though...I do have a good idea on how to maybe get a good reaction out of him. You wanna go to the New Years’ celebration at Xiangling’s?”

“I think she’d threaten me with a knife if I didn’t. She wanted to go shopping at some point, too.”

“I’ll drop the overprotective brother act for one night, okay? One night, just to let this happen, and for your peace of mind.”

He does a fair amount of conspiring with Xiangling, a friend they met one time at a restaurant a couple years ago, even tagging along on the shopping trip. Together, the three of you find yourself a dress that Xiangling swears would make any person drool over you, including Childe, because at the end of the day, he was a person with the possibility of being attracted to you.

You think it’s a bit silly, but honestly, what do you have to lose at this point?

-

At 11:57PM on New Years’ Eve, Childe is standing outside in the freezing cold with his family, arms lifting up bags of sparklers and fireworks. They’ve driven out closer to the wild like they do every year, and everybody excitedly gets lighters ready, making sure someone’s got a clock out there that tells the seconds. As the younger kids open up the packaging and argue over which one to set off first, Childe’s phone vibrates in his coat pocket.

It’s 11:58PM when he manages to fish the device out and thank himself for buying gloves that are touch-screen friendly, excited to see that there are two texts from you, the latter reading, “Happy New Year!”. It doesn’t matter that you’re a little early, but he’s mainly intrigued by the fact a photo came before it. In his mind, you’re probably curled up with your twin brother, hopefully a selfie because wow, he misses your face.

He gets something else instead, and he is so glad that it’s dark outside and the electric lamp they have is too far away from him to draw any attention.

You have your arm around your brother’s waist and another girl’s that he doesn’t recognize, but it’s a full frontal view of your outfit, one that hugs your curves beautifully and shows more cleavage than he’s ever seen from you, sophisticated and elegant, yet fun and leaving enough to the imagination. There’s a bright smile coming from all of you, and you look like you’re at someone’s house or apartment with plenty of other people milling around in the back, but they don’t matter, not when all he can focus on is you.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, arousing, mind blowing, and gods, he wishes he could teleport to Liyue at this moment, find you, and kiss you right at midnight. Fuck the fact that he doesn’t exactly believe in superstitions like, “Kissing your significant other at midnight means you’ll last forever!” but he’s willing to take the chance with it on this night and the ones after, if he’s allowed. He tries not to think too much about pinning you against the wall and letting the world dissolve -- wants to be the one with the privilege to drag down that zipper and feel his bare skin on yours, and --

As Teucer starts yelling there’s only a minute left, he instinctively locks his phone and shoves it away out of anyone’s view. The last thing he needs is his family teasing him about ogling at your photo for a straight 50 seconds, wide-eyed and pupils on the verge of dilating, the visible breath leaving his mouth just a smudge more dense and prominent than usual.

The only thing he can do to distract himself from popping a boner in front of his parents is to join in on the countdown, making sure all the fireworks are set up correctly and grabbing a sparkler for himself. He waves it around with Tonia and promises to fulfill her wishes of taking one of those pictures right as she draws a pattern in the air. Their excitement is palpable and addicting, and even though the larger fireworks set off a few seconds after midnight hits, the nostalgia fills his lungs with fond memories and future wishes that they only continue this tradition for as long as possible, and hopefully, with you at his side.

-

When it’s 12:04AM, you get a picture message back of Childe bundled up in a black paletot coat, matching beanie and all, a gloved hand holding a sparkler and lips curved upwards, with a caption that says, “Happy New Year’s! See you soon :)”. You show it to Xiangling and your brother, both taking it as a win in their books, although the former does tipsily protest that there should be a better indicator of Childe’s brain breaking at how amazing you look right now. Maybe she’s prophetic, because another text chimes in and the words set you aflame, as well as suggestive whoops into your ears.

It’s a simple, “You look incredible btw”.

If you didn’t want to properly savor this moment, you would’ve found the nearest shot of the strongest liquor and tossed it back with abandon. But you want to remember the warmth in your veins that wasn’t from the alcohol or the heating, the fluttering of your heartbeat, the teeth-baring grin that you couldn’t fight off, the constant re-reading of those four words -- because they’re so different from everything you had been feeling before with him, the need for protection, the need to escape. Instead, you’d like to be in his arms right now and see for yourself how he’d look at you in this moment, and if he would take any action.

You want him to. So, so bad.

-

Childe spends his last week at home hating the fact that you’re just sitting around somewhere in Liyue, doing whatever you’re doing, probably doing some light preparation for your last semester of classes, and he’s not there to take advantage of all this free time and hang out with you. When classes start, it’ll be busy and hectic. You still have your thesis to finish and revise, and while that won’t eat up all your time, it’s still some that he’d want to fill in with his presence if he could. He debates whether or not he should ask for your schedule and compare it with his, maybe set up meetings every other day or propose that they all eat one meal together every day. Childe’s not quite sure of what you plan to do after graduation, as it hasn’t come up in conversation yet, but either way, he’s determined to stay in contact and make things work out. Long distance isn’t ideal, but with technology now, he’ll take it.

He feels a little bad for how excited he probably looked to be leaving home, uncharacteristic for the most part. His older siblings have already gone back to their respective homes, and it’s mainly Teucer and Tonia that worry and tear up when he starts packing his belongings. Tonia finds it unfair that Teucer got to meet you first and the latter makes sure to rub it into everyone’s faces. It’s hard for Childe to sleep on the plane because he’s thrumming with excitement, yet somehow even more nervous than usual when the plane hits small bouts of turbulence, and he doesn’t seem to relax until he sets foot back on campus.

He’s here. It’s January, and you’re physically closer to him than ever in the last two weeks.

-

“Found you.”

On the first day of classes, you’re sitting alone with some salad greens in a bowl, poking your fork at some scraps while you watch something on your phone, earbuds in and back towards the entrance of the canteen. It would explain the unannounced entrance of the very person who’s been at the forefront of nearly every thought in the last 96 hours, his fingers gingerly removing an earbud to surprise you as best as possible, and you startle in your seat.

Your heart kicks into overdrive when he hands you back your earbud and pulls out the seat next to you, setting his own plate of food down as he plops down in his chair. But then he says nothing afterwards, instead choosing to send you a cheeky grin before digging in. You’re left to slowly phase out of your state of shock, stuck between either running away or frantically texting your twin to come and save you even though he was off on a date with Keqing.

It’s not that you weren’t elated at the fact that Childe had done exactly as you told him last month, you just weren’t...prepared? It’s a shitty excuse and a cop out -- you’re mainly just having trouble with racking your brain to find the right words. What are you supposed to say? What should you do? Is it socially acceptable to lean over and kiss him on the cheek because that’s what you’d like to impulsively do at this very second??

“So you did,” you settle and steal a roasted potato wedge from his plate. It’s his turn to be taken by surprise, but he gets over it much quicker than you do. In fact, he spears two wedges and drops them in your bowl, smiling at you as best as he can with a mouth full of food. You give them your thanks before the silence settles in again.

“Did you have a good break?” He asks before his next bite.

“I did. You?”

“It was nice. My parents said I should’ve brought you and your twin home to spend the holidays with us. Can’t say it didn’t cross my mind before finals.”

Holy shit, what? “We couldn’t intrude like that, but that’s really nice of you guys.”

“That’s okay, there’s plenty of chances to visit later.”

You tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows. “But we graduate this semester?”

Childe challenges you with one of his own eyebrows raised. “And? Are we never gonna see each other again?”

Honestly, the possibility had occurred to you. You aren’t entirely sure of Childe’s plans after graduation, and if that meant he was staying in Liyue or going back to Snezhnaya or even moving to Inazuma or Mondstat. While people preach on and on about how lasting friendships and relationships are often formed during college, you believe it’s more common to slowly drift apart as life gets busier. And if Childe moved away, or if you did, it’d be hard to consistently keep in touch with 10 hour workdays.

The thought saddens you, regardless. You like him so much and you’re glad that he was even in your life to begin with, because as unbelievable as it sounds, seeing him was almost akin to the feeling of coming home. Amidst all your nerves, your confusion, your spiraling thoughts, something deeply sated in your heart was a comfort that you found with very few people in your life whenever in his presence.

The thought of leaving and never looking back somehow doesn’t feel new -- it’s bittersweet, but the air in your lungs feels like it’s surrendered to something, like it was to be expected.

“You can’t just leave without telling me--”

“It was last minute! I had no choice!”

“You could’ve written up a message, anything--”

“Can you imagine the position you’d be in if the message got intercepted? I wouldn’t have been safe, she’d make you come after me--”

“As if you’d be any safer in Inazuma of all places! That’s the one place I can’t easily get to!”

“I can take care of myself, Childe, I don’t need you to protect me.”

“This isn’t about me protecting you, (y/n) and -- stop walking, will you?!”

“Then what is this about?” You spin on your wheel with eyes aflame. “Why are you so angry with me? It’s normal for me to disappear for weeks at a time, why was this any different?”

“Because you could’ve died!” He yells back in despair, chest heaving. Your silence is his cue to continue. “You could’ve died and I wouldn’t have known until much later. You could’ve died and all I’d ever think about were the things I never got to say to you, and how I wish I had treated every day with you like it was our last.”

It isn’t hard to tell that you’re stunned and at a complete loss for words. Childe often hides behind facades of charm and wit, and only when he is truly weak does he choose to be this vulnerable, baring his heart for you to see.

“I only have two nightmares in this world. One, my family being harmed in any way. Two, reading in a report or hearing from an agent that you’ve been captured and killed.”

“I like to think that we will.”

His hand reaches out to lay on top of yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “Well, let’s make the most of it this semester.”

Conversation afterwards is easy, filling each other in on holiday activities. Childe speaks extensively about several family traditions and you listen with rapt attention, basking in how fond he is of all of them. Even as you both bring your dishes to the return belt and leave, he immediately offers to drive you both somewhere to get boba, noticing your reluctance to part ways. But boba shops have to close, and you both have class tomorrow morning, and you’re both finding any excuse to keep talking, even if that means sitting outside your dorm building on a nearby bench.

You eventually bid each other good night’s and see you later’s, him refusing to walk away until the heavy door locks shut behind you after you swipe your student ID, and you looking over your shoulder to watch his figure disappear into the night.

-

True to his intentions, Childe makes great efforts to meet you at least once a day, and he can’t get enough. Each parting from you tugs and tugs at his heart, as if there’s a high possibility you’ll never want to see him again the next day, and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Your twin and Childe get along well for the most part, and he even meets Xiangling on one of her shifts at her regular restaurant, who sends you a salacious wink and an eyebrow wiggle over his shoulder that nearly causes you to burst from embarrassment.

February rolls over without a hitch, even if you’re a little disappointed that Childe didn’t make a move for Valentine’s Day. Granted, you two still spent time with each other and he’s so darn physically affectionate and he bought you a carnation from the event his dorm held, but you wish you had the guts to fess up and just kiss the man.

It’ll happen some day, you tell yourself. You have time before graduation.

Two days before the end of the Friday that would signal the start of Spring Break, you wake up in a cold sweat, mind reeling and head splitting, heart so so heavy, as a connection is made between your present and your dreams. Not long after, there are tears streaming silently down your face and into your open palms placed in your lap, and you sit in shock as everything comes back to you. Memories are such treasured burdens, you realize.

For the most part, you had gotten used to the dreams, choosing to take charge of what you know and feel now with Childe over succumbing to some strange neurological premonitions. Especially in your dreams when many people’s faces were blurred over and hazy, and the only things you could rely on were voices, touch, and other physical features. You thought that maybe your mind was just playing tricks by transposing Childe’s hair onto a body that was also strikingly similar to his, but for the first time last night, you could see each defining feature on his face as clear as day.

The sight of his figure arching gracefully over yours, the water arrows that appeared out of thin air, the back that protected you from some military men, the voice that said, “Hey girlie, hold still.”

And that was when you had snapped awake to your current state.

Past the initial shock and uncontrollable tears, you soon bent over as sobs wracked your chest, overwhelmed by all the emotions and the pain the memories brought you; losing your twin, finding him to only be left with even more questions after roaming for decades and decades, meeting all your loved ones throughout Mondstat and Liyue, fighting yet falling so hard for Childe, feeling the fear when facing his Foul Legacy form, hating him for Osial, loving him, breathing heavily as the tip of your blade was pointed at his neck and his own just centimeters from yours, tendrils of water inching closer and closer--

Everything makes sense now.

When you meet your twin for lunch at the cafeteria, you pay no mind to the fact that you’re in public and hug him harder than you ever have in years. He’s already a little alarmed that your eyes seem swollen and you look like finals came two months early, but when he asks what’s wrong, all he gets is a shake of your head and nothing more than, “Just a bad nightmare. I love you, y’know that?”

“I love you too?”

“Don’t sound so unsure, now let’s go and get in line before they run out of Jueyun Chili Chicken.”

Even when you meet Xiao later in the early evening to talk about your thesis, you find yourself holding back more tears just two minutes in, reminded of his past and his own life, and he’s moderately concerned, hesitantly handing you a tissue from the corner of his desk when a stray tear escapes. “Is everything okay?” He hesitantly asks, really hoping that he didn’t do anything to make you cry.

“No,” you almost wail and sniffle while dabbing at your eyes. “Sorry, it’s just been a really long day.”

Xiao’s inquisitive gaze softens, remembering how hard undergraduate life could be sometimes. Graduate school was a whole other level, but that shouldn’t discount your own personal difficulties. Plus, in all of the year and a half that he’s known you, you’ve never broken down like this before in front of him.

“You work really hard, Xiao,” you continue, and he’s not sure where this is coming from. “You’re always so helpful and willing to work with me and answer my stupid questions and like-- you practice self-care, right?”

Xiao nods as a white lie, but it seems to comfort you. Maybe too much because you pull him in for a quick and unexpected hug, and you both decide to reschedule this meeting for tomorrow.

As per usual, you wait for Childe to join you for dinner since you finished up earlier than expected. It gives you more time to think about everyone from Mondstat -- Kaeya, Diluc, Lisa, Jean, Amber...funny to think that some things never changed as you compared their past version to the ones you know now.

“Mora for your thoughts?”

There’s a peace that warms your heart when you hear Childe’s voice, one that forces you to smile at him as he sits down next to you. “Just thinking about old friends.”

“I have to admit, I’ll be a little jealous if it’s another guy taking up more space than me in that pretty brain of yours.”

What a flirt. This man isn’t good for your heart. “Who said you had any to begin with?”

He dramatically places a hand over his heart. “You wound me, (y/n). How will I ever recover?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you snicker. Childe reaches over to pinch your cheek and you bat at him in protest. Easily, he grabs one of your hands and simply pulls you towards the food lines, knowing that you’ll stop fighting back soon.

Part of it feels strange now to feel and see his hands with no leather gloves on.

“Childe,” you start halfway through your meal, continuing after he hums back in reply. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”

He freezes briefly, but recovers so quickly that if you hadn’t been watching so closely, you wouldn’t have noticed. “I think it’s neat, the idea of having past lives. Why do you ask?”

What he really wants to ask is if you’ve been having those dreams, too; if he’s starring in your nights like you have been in his.

“Just a thought, especially since you’re taking Teyvat Myth now, too.”

“Do you...do you think if there was a past life, that we knew each other?”

There’s something about the look of content on your face before you meet his gaze -- he thinks that you know more than you’re letting on but you’re holding back for some reason. He wants to know what’s going through your brain right now, why the fondness in your eyes sends a jolt through him like he’s been searching for it all his life, if you know anything about this magnetic pull between you two.

“I like to think that we knew each other well.”

-

Even though the first day of your returned memories was somewhat eventful, you couldn’t help but feel yourself wanting to pull back from Childe -- at least, until you can successfully compartmentalize which emotions belonged to you past self and which ones belonged to your current mindset. You didn’t quite agree with his duties and his affiliation with the Fatui back then, even if he had his reasons that did make sense, to some degree.

The killing, the threatening, so intent on stealing Rex Lapis’s Gnosis in the name of the Tsaritsa, summoning Osial as a mean to an end -- and you definitely can’t forget how stubborn he was in not listening to your protests, so caught up in his brain that you had betrayed him and sent you plummeting to a near-death experience despite his earlier promise of no intention of killing you specifically.

Everything had been toeing a faint, thin line with Childe then. Undeniable chemistry and tension, guarding yourself for yours and Paimon’s safety, slashing at Fatui agents, whispering out pleas and affirmations of “I’m yours” while riding him, sometimes having to sneak out in the mornings…

The only thing you don’t remember is how everything ends -- maybe it’ll come back to you eventually, but for now, you think you’re okay not knowing.

If Childe still doesn’t remember anything from back then, you think it’d be unfair to spend time with him in all your conflicting emotions, even when it’s spring break, where you have so much more hours in the day to be with each other than normal. Fun plans around Liyue had been made, like a two-day one-night trip to Yaoguang Shoal, and you’re this close to cancelling on him.

But he had been looking forward to it so much, even made most of the preparations for it. Who are you to rob that joy from him when it was you who couldn’t figure out your own shit? Are you self-destructing?

Perhaps.

Before you know it, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car, staring out the window at the scenery. Somehow, it pleased you to see that the nature of Liyue had been carefully preserved over the many centuries despite its development into the modern age. You get lost in picking apart the differences between then and now that you don’t notice how quiet you’ve fallen and Childe looks over worriedly when you show no reaction to your favorite songs playing on the stereo.

Even when he calls your name once, twice, nothing gives as you clearly have tuned everything out. So he leaves you be until there’s about half an hour left on the drive, unable to hold back and succumbing to reach over for your hand. You startle so strongly that he almost feels bad for having done it unannounced. But what’s even more disturbing is that this isn’t really the first time.

You’ve been talking to him less, often sitting quietly and staring off into another world that he can’t seem to reach. His texts are answered less frequently and with less wit and enthusiasm, so much so that he just appreciates you still show up to see him. Each time he asks if you’re okay, you always affirm that you are. He’s had a hard time believing you, but Childe believes you’ll tell him when you’re ready, surely.

It’s a little ironic yet fateful that Childe planned to bring you here, of all places. In the past, you had spent many days and nights running around in the sand with him, fighting slimes and hilichurls and collecting starconches for him. You remember laying on a large towel next to him as you both looked up into the sky, pointing out stars and constellations while sharing endless kisses away from prying, spying eyes.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve zoned out,” you sincerely apologize.

“It’s okay, I just wanna make sure you relax while we’re here. This is supposed to be a vacation.”

“You’re right,” you agree and squeeze his hand. “Let’s make the most of it before we become adults who are too busy to have fun like this again.”

And you do. Childe rented a small beach cabin (rich boys) closer to one end of the shoreline, just big enough with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen with a dining table. You help him bring in your bags and some groceries bought the night before, setting them down quickly so you can peer out the window again to take in the view. Childe picked a good time, too. Although it’d be a little chilly at night, the day was still warm and mainly overcast with clouds.

“What do you say we change into our swimsuits and head down to the water?”

“Sure.”

Childe hadn’t really been expecting for you to step out in a large, casual tee and gym shorts, one shoulder exposed. He might have been hoping to see a little more skin, but his mother didn’t raise a chauvinistic pervert for a son.

The light in your eyes as you both approach the water is everything he had been missing the last few days, your excitement and joy contagious. As soon as you place everything down on the sand, you kick off your flip flops and leave him behind to step into the water, giggling at feeling the waves crash over your ankles and bring sand between your toes. Childe approaches you from behind and starts smearing sunblock on the back of your neck, to which you just grin beautifully at him in thanks and he has to fight off the desire to kiss you right then and there.

You’re too caught up in embracing the ocean afterwards to feel the shrinking distance between you two, mistaking his warmth for the general spring air. It isn’t until he’s done with your shoulders that he hands you the bottle to leave you to do the rest of your body, and when you turn to thank him, he’s much closer than you remember. His eyes are gentle, holding your gaze and almost daring you to look away first.

But if there’s one thing you can place without a shred of doubt, it is the unmistakable look of love, because you had seen it many, many times before without knowing until later what it meant.

How so incredibly lucky you were to have Childe back in your life now, loving you all the same, and with no life-threatening barriers. Fate or the Archons have given you a second chance, and you’d be damned to take it for granted.

Childe welcomes your lips against his, wasting no time to bring you into his arms so you’re pressed against him as much as possible. He can’t care for the overt public display of affection because this is everything he’s wanted for months now, waiting patiently for you to give him permission to make you his. Your lips are incredibly soft and pliant against his as you first kiss him patiently, then applying more force and desperation to taste more of him. He mirrors you, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other on your neck with a thumb extended to your jawline, teeth moving to nip at your bottom lip. It’s dangerous, the way you smile against his lips, and when he sinks his teeth in deeper before pulling back, your quiet mewl nearly drives him over the edge.

But you’re in public, and this was an amazing first kiss. You two have a beach to enjoy and a fun night planned, and now that he doesn’t have to hold back on his affections, it’ll be even better.

His lips part from yours regretfully, his eyes languidly opening to meet yours. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a blue starconch in the sand and freezes.

It’s not that he’s never seen one before, but something clicks. You. The shore. Starconches. Starry nights. His dreams. Monsters. Gods. Fighting. So much fighting. Training. His family. Dragons. You. Falling. You falling. You fighting him. Yelling. Kissing. Loving. Chasing. Him chasing you before you disappear at a teleport waypoint that somehow you only can operate. The abyss. Your twin.

Oh, Archons.

“ -ou okay, Ajax? Ajax?”

He snaps to look at you again. How does he go about this? How does he ask?

“(Y/n)...have you ever heard of the Fatui Harbingers?”

He has to admit that it’s a bit amazing to be able to identify all the emotions that cross your complexion, from curiosity to realization to conflicted. You’re actively trying to piece everything together without revealing too much on the off-chance that you’re wrong, that Childe hasn’t regained his memories and is just asking about something from class randomly and completely out of the blue.

Wait.

“You haven’t reached that material yet in class,” you whisper, heart in your throat at the realization. Could it really be…

“I was once Tartaglia, eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, who possessed a Delusion and used my Foul Legacy Transformation with you several times,” he murmurs back, tucking a stray tendril behind your ear. “Is it too late to apologize again for summoning an ancient god and letting you fall about five floors with no warning?”

He should’ve been prepared for you wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight embrace. “No, never, but I spent weeks after kicking your ass so you’ve been long forgiven.”

Childe burrows his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and basking in this moment. There was so much to talk about, but you two arguably had more time in the world than ever with nothing holding you back. There was no impending war looming over, no one on the run, no opposing forces. His silent wish for a different life with you seems to have been answered finally. If running into you had been the event to set everything in motion, he only wishes he’d done so earlier.

All that matters now is you’re here together in this plane of existence, given a chance to love again, and experience everything you couldn't before.

As written in the stars, take my soul for it is forever yours.

fin

[sage-exe]

˖˳⊹✿ฺ Genshin Men Fluff ✿ฺ ˖˳⊹

**none of this is implied as the traveler, the traveler is not incorporated in any of these because they are a minor**

—˖˳⊹🌱 Zhongli:

Zhongli would be your rock, your shoulder to cry on, your safe space. His larger yet lean figure would always find its way wrapped around your smaller one. After a stressful or upsetting day he would take you into his arms and wipe your tears away with his thumb, hushing your cries away with his gentle kisses. He would brew you some warm tea to sooth your throat and rub your shoulder while you sipped on the beverage. He would carry you to a silken bed, having your legs wrapped around his waist on the way. He would lay you down into the plush mattress and pull you onto his chest, rubbing your back in slow circles. His faint heartbeat is enough to lull you to sleep let alone the way he would stroke your hair. He would tell you stories about the creations of Liyue to you and lay gentle kisses along your head and cheek, every touch so gentle and heartfelt it would make you melt into a slumber

—☕️ ˖˳⊹ Diluc:

Diluc would be working late hours into the night at his winery, his hair in a high ponytail. You would walk in with a glass of his favorite grape juice and rub his shoulders, beckoning him to come out of his office. After some thinking he caved and relaxed his shoulders into your hands. He would stand and scoop you up into his arms like a bride and walk off to the loveseat in the living room in front of the fireplace. He would pull his dark coat off of himself and wrap it around you, setting you on his lap. He would hold you close into his chest and hum a soft tune in your ear, playing with a small strand of your hair. He would praise you about your biggest insecurities, even if he couldn’t make them go away he would try his best to lessen your views about them. He thought you were perfect in every way, gently caressing your curves and leaving gentle kisses on your lips and knuckles. He would hold you in his arms until you fell asleep to the sound of his singing and watch the fireplace while he listened to your quiet snores.

—🍵 ˖˳⊹ Kaeya:

Kaeya is very playful and enjoys teasing you, he surprises you with a tight hug from behind and a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck. He would hold you tight within his grasp and tell you tales about his adventures and his time as a knight. He would share his favorite drink with you on the roof of the knights headquarters at dusk. Admiring the beautiful sunset and the chilly winds you would notice Kaeya staring at you. He would go to hold your face and bring you into a tender kiss, embracing one another you find your hands entangled in Kaeya’s ponytail, twirling strands of his hair around your fingers. As the moonlight filled the sky he would begin to compliment your every feature, admiring your appearance and seeing you as the light of his life. He made sure you knew he meant what he was saying, he would repeat it daily and smother with gentle kisses and snuggles.

—🪴 ˖˳⊹ Albedo:

Albedo would come back from dragonspine in his coat, happy to see his partner once more, he would hold you in a tight yet gentle embrace and give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. You would return the favor by kissing his knuckles to his cold hands. He would lead you to one of his favorite bakeries and you two would share a pastry with one another, he doesn’t know how to admit it but the time he shares with you when he returns from his studies are when he’s the happiest. Watching you smile and enjoy your dessert just warms his heart. He gently holds your hand on the table and rubs your knuckles with a soft smile when you return the hold on his hand his heart flutters a bit. He was always unsure about human emotions but with you he can see them a bit more clearer.

—🍁˖˳⊹ Kazuha:

Kazuha enjoyed to spend his time under a maple tree thinking of poetry, however he needed a muse, he needed his muse. He was awaiting you underneath your maple tree you two would frequent with each other. When you came to the tree and sat beside him he immediately started to recite the haiku he thought of for you. You clapped and smiled once he finished the poem, causing Kazuha to smile. It made him so happy that you enjoyed his poetry and his company. He would listen to your stories about your time spent in Inazuma and sometimes found himself admiring your simple features, your nose, eyes, smile, the way your hair frames your face, everything about you. He found himself brushing a leaf off of your head and the proximity between the two of you only made it evident he would take this moment to kiss your head. This small act led the both of you to freeze up and pause. Kazuha looked even more shocked when you rested his head on his shoulder and held his hand to watch the sunset.

—🧋 ˖˳⊹ Ayato:

Ayato has been quite busy with business at the Yashiro Commission however he always makes sure he has time for you. He enjoys spending time with you, wether it’s playing board games, walking around the estate, or going shopping he never gets bored of you. He was in fact quite eager for you to pull him out of his office today, the mound of work on his desk looked too bothersome to do, he needed a distraction. Almost on perfect timing you walked into his office and asked to get boba with him. How could he refuse with that beautiful smile of yours? He stood and gently grabbed your hand, giving it a chivalrous kiss and led you to his favorite boba stand in the city. He had his arm around your waist while you admired the city and ordered your boba. He gave a gentle kiss to your temple after tucking your hair behind your ear. Watching your bright smile made him completely forget about the stress of upholding the commissioners office.

—🍣˖˳⊹ Childe:

Childe let’s his siblings visit him in Liyue from time to time, Teucer, Tonia, and Anthon. He does get stuck babysitting however when you decided to tag along one day he was surprised to see that you got along with his siblings quite well. He admired the fact you were so well with younger kids, especially if they were his annoying younger siblings. You all decided to go adventuring in Liyue’s harbor, playing pirates and tag. Childe seemed to just sit on the sidelines and watch over everyone however you grabbed his hand and dragged him to play with you and his siblings. He laughed and eventually caved in to join the four of you and you all played games until dusk at the harbor.

—🍙 ˖˳⊹ Itto:

Itto was always known for his battles against onikabuto and he was the one and oni. You where his biggest fan and would come to all his battles, you would cheer him on and watch as the onikabuto would face off with one another. After each battle he would scoop you up in his arms and spin you around chanting that he was still the ‘one and oni’. Sure he was an absolute idiot at times but that’s what you loved about him, he was so special to you that you didn’t care how dumb he was. He would sometimes find himself combing through your hair with his comb that he keeps on him and putting your hair up in braids, ponytails, buns, anything you could imagine. He enjoyed flexing for you even though you would play hard to get and ignore his attempts to swoon you.

—🍡 ˖˳⊹ Thoma:

Although Thoma doesn’t get much time off from being a housekeeper in the Kamisato Estate, he always makes sure to free up time for you. He’ll walk you around the city with his arm linked with yours. You two got snacks and went to feed the homeless dogs within the city together. It saddened Thoma that he couldn’t find a home for the pups however he enjoyed feeding them with you. Watching you get mauled with puppy love almost made him jealous, watching the dogs get all the attention from you made him pout. You noticed this and laughed at his expression, pulling him into a hug and he spun the two of you around. Hearing your laugh made his heart warm and he held you close into his arms. He sat under a tree with you in his lap and you two watched the dogs play with one another peacefully.

—🍃˖˳⊹ Venti:

Venti enjoyed spending time with you, so much so he started to give up drinking for you. Instead of drinking the two of you spent your time singing with one another and exploring the markets of monstadt for the best apples you could find. On a day of leisure, venti took you to the tree in the middle of Windrise, you two climbed the giant tree until you found a safe crook for you both to lay in. Laying beside each other venti strums his lyre while you feel him slices of apple. The breeze rustles the leaves in the tree and a leaf lands on Venti’s head, which causes you to laugh. He wasn’t very enthused and made a breeze make a whole pile of leaves fall atop of you. You both burst out laughing with one another and he helped you pick the leaves from your hair.

—🎋˖˳⊹ Xiao:

Xiao knew you spent the night at Wangshuu Inn and he wished to visit you, however he knew it was far too late for you to be awake. He decided to check on you either way, he saw you having a night terror and he got immensely worried. He shook you awake and when you woke up panicked with tears brimmed in your eyes he paused. He wasn’t sure how to comfort a human being however he attempted, he pulled you into a gentle hug. He reassured you it was just a nightmare and none of it was real, he gently held your face and wiped away your tears, pressing his forehead against yours. His gentle yet calloused hands were relaxing in a way, you managed to calm your breathing and your heart rate. He left a gentle kiss on your forehead and promised he would protect you, holding your hands tightly. This sense of security let you doze back off to a sound slumber. Xiao sat by your side and let you hold his hand while you slept.

WOW TYSM FOR ALL THE LIKES I APPRECIATE THIS SMM I might post something later today so stay tuned!! ❤️

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Estocolmo 2

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

First Chapter

Warnings: 18+ Oral M receiving, daddy kink, someone walks in

Word count: 5.7k

Chapter Two

The light streaming in through the window woke you up. You curled up in the soft silk sheets, listening to Hannibal’s hums coming from the bathroom. Deciding there wasn’t much more to do than doze, you did just that, taking your time to enjoy your Monday morning. His bed was much softer than the hand me down one you kept at home. You really could lay here forever.

It wasn’t until the bed dipped that you opened your eyes. He was all ready dressed and groomed to the nines. The navy sweater and grey trousers seemed as homey as the man allowed himself to be.

“Hello, handsome,” you greeted.

“Good morning, darling.” Hannibal cupped your face gently, smiling when you leaned into his touch. “It’s marvelous to see you so relaxed, it’s not a sight I get to see often. You’re divine.”

“Devine,” you scoffed in disbelief, “I haven’t had a glimpse of it yet, but I’m sure I look nothing less than a wreck.”

Hannibal’s thumb stroked your jaw, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “When it’s my fault you look so utterly debauched, I can’t lie and say my pride doesn’t play a factor.”

“There it is,” you couldn’t help rolling your eyes as you dropped a kiss to his hand, “Always taking pride in everything you do. However, much to your dismay, I’m going to have to destroy your masterpiece. A shower does sound perfect right now.”

“Of course, I took the liberty of running a bath for you.”

“Sweet man,” you smiled fondly at him.

Bringing you closer he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. As always, he left you wanting more. This time though, you didn’t chase after him. The night of fun was done. All that was left was the goodbye to wrap up the event completely. Some part of you wanted to push that time back.

You hummed lightly, “You enjoy making it hard to not miss you.”

“All the sweeter when we reunite.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

He tapped your cheek playfully, “Take your bath. I’ll have breakfast ready by the time you’re done.”

Getting out of bed, you stretched. Hannibal’s fingertips ghosted along your spine. “From the looks of it, you’d be happier to help.”

“Simply admiring… You truly are a thing of beauty.” he squeezed your hip before taking his hands away, “I’ll leave some of my things for you to wear on the bed.”

Walking into the bathroom, you were taken by the soft scent of nearly familiar perfumes you’d wear, his cologne lingered ever so slightly. A perfect mix of the two. Looking in the mirror, you surveyed the wreckage. Runny mascara, smudged over lipstick, and rather large hickies scattered across your body did make you look like the definition of debauched. The neck didn’t have as much damage, but covering the few there would still be a pain. So much for keeping things hidden from others. Grabbing the pack of makeup wipes on the counter, you started cleaning up knowing you’d find it to be too much of a chore after the bath.

It was welcoming when you finally got into the still warm bath. Hot water made you relax further as your body let go of the last bit of tension it held. The products seemed to match the ones you usually used, if not make yours seem like cheap dupes. Your lip quirked at that realization, the gentleman seemed to have had ulterior motives after all.

You took your time washing up, deciding time to relax was sparse so you may as well take advantage of the small time frame you did have. A soft knock at the door pulled you back to the present. “Afraid I drowned?” You asked teasingly as the door opened.

Hannibal offered a quiet chuckle as he walked over and perched on the side of the tub, “Asleep more like.”

You didn’t bother hiding yourself. He’d probably be able to draw you from memory by now if you were being honest. “I do have a question.”

“What is it, darling?”

You gestured to the soaps, “Did you have any plans in particular for our night?”

“Not exactly. The night ended perfectly- you wouldn’t mind me saying-” Hannibal tapped your chin affectionately when you smiled, “but there wasn’t anything other than pure intentions when I purchased them. The scent reminded me of you and I thought if you drank too much or there was a storm, those kinds of things, it would be good to have something for you to use. Sending you out into possible dangers was never something left to chance. You’d be safer with me.”

“Ever the good host,” you said, taking his word for it, “Thank you for thinking of me, Hannibal.”

“Always.” Hannibal rolled up his sleeves, moving to sit behind you. “Lean back for me.”

You turned to look at him questioningly, “What are you doing?”

“I find it very important to take care of my partners just as much after. You didn’t give me much of a chance last night. While I’m here, I may as well make myself useful.”

Allowing him to turn you forward again before he grabbed the shampoo and conditioner. You sighed heavily as he massaged the shampoo in, his fingers working magic. “You took care of me,” you argued, “Asked me what I wanted and gave it to me. I didn’t want anything else.”

“It’s just as much for me as it is for you,” he stated, running some water through your hair, “I like to make sure nothing was too much or that you’re not telling me if it was.”

“I’m as good as I’ve been in a long time. Really. If I hadn’t wanted something to happen I would have stopped you. Though, if I had known things would have ended like this I would have stopped by when we had more time. Testing before winter break would have been all that much easier.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be of service earlier,” he mused. “A difficult time that must have been for my sweet girl. Poor thing.”

The urge to sink into the water was strong as you felt the smallest bit of pride at the endearment paired with an equally small bout of jealousy that you shared it with his other partners. It was snuffed out quickly. Perhaps you’d entertain this for a while, but it wouldn’t last. He liked a life that was above and usually too stiff compared to your own. The pair of you weren’t meant to work long term and that was fine. A simple passing thing between friends was the most this would be.

-

Things went back to business as usual after that night. There weren't any intense feelings or need for Hannibal. There wouldn’t be any time to entertain the idea even if they had popped up. Not with this insane work piled on top of you and the final test you needed to study up on. The most you had seen him was in passing or when he’d drop off a meal every so often. Though you wouldn’t lie and say your mind hadn’t found itself wandering every so often.

There was nothing you could do about that, so instead you took shifts, grading work then studying. Rinse and repeating the cycle as long as you could handle it. Your head was pounding before you knew it, but all of this needed to be done. A little bit longer, you reminded yourself as you took a couple headache pills.

The buzzing of your phone vibrating on the desk startled you. “Hi, dad,” you sighed, stuck with this particular pain.

“Hey, pretty girl, how have you been?”

Pretty girl, you scoffed inwardly. You had to give him credit- at least he was pretending to be interested this time. That was rare. “Nothing much. Work. School. The usual. It’s been heavy lately.”

“Yeah, of course, things get like that. So listen, your mom and I are running real low late-“

“I already told you I wasn’t any good for money. I’m barely making ends meet as it is… I already sent you the last $600 I could,” you rested your head in your hands, “I’m sorry.”

“Well, what the fuck do we send you to that school for,” he shouted, “It’s a waste of time. You’re not gonna make anything of yourself. All you do is waste fucking time. Everything we do for you and you just take it all for granted. What type of selfish bitch of a kid doesn’t try to help out her parents?”

“Yeah, dad, I take everything for granted. Putting myself through school should have been a breeze. Juggling school and two jobs? Simple fucking shit right? You should know, right? Wait… you couldn’t even raise your kid could you?” You snapped the stress getting to you. “Why the hell do you always do this to me?”

No response. He hung up. The truth of the matter seemingly too much for him. No. That was too much credit. He knew you wouldn’t send him anything. Try again some other time. Sighing you set the phone down. Your throat felt like it was closing and your head was pounding. A couple tears fell, soon followed by a quiet sob. You didn’t want anyone to see, but the stress was getting to you. Try as you might, you weren’t made of stone.

You hadn’t noticed when Hannibal had walked in for a usual evening check up. “Darling girl,” his accented voice was laced with worry as he walked toward you, “What’s wrong?” Hannibal crouched near your chair as he wiped away your tears.

“Everything went to my head. It’s nothing. I’m okay,” you swallowed thickly, as you attempted to stop the crying and sniffling, not meeting his eye just yet.

Hannibal grabbed your chin gently, forcing you to look at him. “Nothing more?”

“Nope,” you shook your head, giving him a slight smile, “Just school and a headache. Thank you for checking on me. I appreciate it.”

He looked you over, not believing you but unwilling in prodding you further. “It seems a break is in order.”

“I can’t, Hannibal,” You gestured to the papers and books around the desk, “The sooner I’m done with all this the better. I just want to go home.”

Hannibal started to pick up your things, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer this time. “We’ll go to my office, you’ll eat, I’ll grade the work and ask you questions. Follow me.” Before you can get a word in, he turned heel, leaving you to quickly scramble behind him.

The office had the same comforting feel his home did. Though you weren’t sure many besides you felt comfort in his presence. Hannibal Lecter was by all means an intimidating man, even when you did feel like you were close to him. Closer now, you corrected thinking about the fading bruises under your shirt and the sweater he had let you borrow that you had yet to return. Still there was something about his presence that invoked a feeling of calm in you, even with that spike of something questionable. He seemed to always have all the answers and knew exactly what to do with any situation.

“Here,” Hannibal placed a Tupperware and drink on your side of the desk, “You really shouldn’t be spreading yourself so thin, love. It isn’t good for such a delicate thing.”

“I’m hardly delicate.” You grabbed the food giving him a grateful smile. “I’ve got it all handled. It’s just finals and everything stacked up. The future. I stumbled a bit, is all.”

Hannibal sat on his side and started shuffling through your papers. “Nonetheless, I wish you didn’t strain yourself so much.”

“Not all our days can be a nice weekend together,” you pecked at the salad, as much as you wanted to grab some papers off the stack you knew he would never allow it, “Life is still as frustrating as ever.”

“What did they say?” Hannibal asked, nipping the problem at the bud. If you wouldn’t start the conversation he would.

You sighed, “Something along the lines of ‘waste of time’ and ‘selfish bitch’ really wasn't the worst thing he's ever said. I was just already at my endpoint. I’m pretty sure if I dropped my pen I would have had a similar reaction.”

“Being at your end doesn’t justify mistreatment.”

“I know,” you shrugged, “but I don’t have it in me to argue anymore. Deaf ears and all that. What’s the point?”

“The point is making it known that you won’t tolerate that behavior.”

“I’m just tired and disappointed. A part of me is considering just going into the world on my own. The only family that really cares has passed on, what’s the point of hoping my parents would ever consider changing.” You coughed lightly, clearing your throat. This was too much of a therapy session for your taste. “I’ve already made it up in my head that I’m going to wait a year before getting back in school. You know, save any penny I can. These past four years even with aid and scholarship money has been hell. I’m going to be 24 and there’s still just so much to do.”

“I can’t say I envy you,” Hannibal shook his head, “The uncertainty in those years is unmatched.”

“It’s hard to imagine you uncertain of anything. You seem to always know exactly what to do.”

Hannibal scoffed lightly, “Only because time has granted me certain wisdoms. When I was younger I was lucky enough to appeal to someone with my artistic talent and stories of my past. Though I’d like to think it was the former that earned me my scholarship. I may not have had the exact struggles you did, but we’ve all been through situations we needed to push past. It comes in time. Once you get there, you’ll go through life with grace.”

“Well, I don’t have any reservations about using my past. Would you be my mentor?” You joked, for the most part.

“A five year forward request,” he mused, “Are you certain you’d enjoy me that much as a mentor?”

“Someone is gonna have to teach me the ropes,” you shrugged, “We’re more than comfortable with each other and I already know how pleasurable time with you can be, why not learn a couple of things from your infinite wisdom?”

His lip quirked, “Glad to know your thoughts are nothing less than wholesome.”

“Only the purest.”

You ate your dinner as he asked questions. It was a bit unfair, probably, you knew he had helped form the test. Then again, you knew your boss and it was more than likely all of Hannibal’s work. So this little run was sure to be a preview of what to expect. Still, the questions he asked were far from simple, despite how much you studied. Sometimes a raised brow would tell you, you needed to think again. Other times you’d get a soft praise thrown your way that would immediately make you think of when he was against you.

“A few more for me, darling girl. You’re doing so well.”

Your face heated up as you remembered the exact moment he said something nearly identical.

Hannibal looked at you over a paper, a smirk playing on his lips, “You’re looking a bit distracted, are you alright?”

“You know what you did, jerk.”

“Do I?” He laughed.

You shook your head, “You’re unbelievable.”

Hannibal continued grading, rattling off questions off the top of his head. You mind however, wandered. Answering his questions absentmindedly, more preoccupied with memories than the matter at hand. The way his hands felt. His breath against your chest as he chased his high. The gentleness the morning after as he helped you into his clothes, giving you a last kiss before breakfast. A lingering regret at not getting to thank him back properly. He would be the perfect distraction now that you thought of it.

“I won’t help you if you prefer to daydream.”

“I wouldn’t be daydreaming if you didn’t decide to help me in the first place.”

“Touché.”

“Think I’m all done studying. I’m tired of it,” you sighed, stretching, “I want to do something else.”

Hannibal looked at you, brow raised. “What’s that sweet girl?”

You shook off some nerves. As much as the two of you had already done, he was still an intimidating man. His eyes followed as you stood and walked around the desk. Hannibal brought your hand up to his lips. You trailed it along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble that just started coming in, buying yourself some time to steady yourself. A raised brow questioned what you’d do next, but otherwise he leaned into your touch.

“I wanted to thank you for everything. For how good you are to me.”

“I don’t expect anything in return,” he assured.

“Yeah, I know,” you sunk to your knees in front of him, tracing your fingertips up and down his thigh slowly, looking up at him, “but I want to take care of you too.”

He toyed with a strand of your hair, looking almost bored as he leaned back in his chair. “That isn’t necessary, little one, I enjoyed watching you.” Still there was a glint of something in his eye that told you he was interested, merely teasing with the show he just wanted something more from you.

You bit your lip, pondering at what he had deemed missing. The title. A thing that had slipped past your lips embarrassingly but one he had used with stupor throughout the night. Hands settling on his knees, you pushed them apart so you could settle there more comfortably. A pout, “Please, daddy, I’ve wanted to since we met.”

“Always an eager plaything,” he sighed checking the clock on the wall, “I suppose daddy can make some time for his girl.”

That was enough for you to start undoing his belt. Despite the bored act, his half hard cock betrayed him and told you exactly how much he had been interested. You palmed him through his boxers, he didn’t give you the pleasure of hearing anything from him, but that’s alright you didn’t mind earning it. Once you were satisfied with how hard he was, you pulled him out of the boxers. Leaning back on your knees you took it in, unsure if you could fit the length of it in completely.

Hannibal took in your hesitation. Using a finger he tilted your head up to look at him in the eye. “We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t okay with it now. A change of mind is more than alright.”

“No. It’s not that I want to,” you licked your lips, as if to prove how okay you were you wrapped your hand around him, thumb tracing a prominent vein, “I was just wondering if it would fit all the way in.”

He let out an amused huff, shaking his head, “I’m sure you’ll try your best, ridiculous girl.”

Leaning in you pressed a kiss to the head. Just a little more time to work up the courage. You kissed along the shaft, mapping out every vein. Your tongue traced its way back up, catching a taste of precome that had beaded on the head. An encouraging hand threaded itself in your hair, never pushing for more than you were willing to give.

A knock at the door, interrupts the scene.

“A moment,” Hannibal calls out to the person. “Get under the desk,” he said as he started to hide away any evidence that he was with anyone. Your appearance wasn’t completely ruined, not to his taste at least, but the messed up lipstick and slightly ruined hair wouldn’t take much mental work for someone to come to the correct conclusion.

Taking his instruction you got under the desk as he fixed his own appearance, suit jacket over his arm to hide himself. Walking over to the door, “Mr. Henderson,” he greeted, pleasantly, “Please, come in.”

“Hannibal, sorry about stopping by so late,” you heard the door close as the two walked over.

“Nonsense. If anything, the company is welcomed.” Hannibal took his seat, pulling his chair in close, to make sure you were hidden away.

“I was actually going to see if I could convince you to stay.”

Mischief sparked as you grew bored with their droning conversation. Thankfully he had decided to get rid of his belt fully. It didn’t take much to free him again. He spread his legs, attempting to give you the most space possible under the cramped desk. You pumped him in your hand, getting him back to how you had him. The other hand tugged softly at his balls. You wouldn’t be able to put him in your mouth properly with this angle. Instead you satisfied yourself with sucking on the sides of his cock.

“The students adore you,” the other man countered whatever Hannibal had said, “Honestly your classes are killing Jacob’s with every exam.”

“I take great pride in my students. They are an extension of myself. How well they do is a direct reflection of my skill as a teacher,” he sighed, “I have a couple of people in mind that could fill my roll, I’ll ask people to see who’s interested.”

“Still Jacob’s is slacking too much, I may take away his student aid privileges. I see her around here more often than I ever see him.”

You gave a particularly hard suck to a seemingly sensitive spot as his hips had stuttered ever so slightly. No evidence of any misconduct came from his voice as he said, “Oh her? She is a very good girl. Motivated. Never complains about a thing.”

You felt Hannibal throb against your mouth. Taking a break you leaned your head on Hannibal’s thigh, as fun as it would to mess with him more, you knew he took great pride in his social image. Besides, you had wanted Hannibal’s full attention anyway. His hand came down to your hair, subtly showing that he was still paying attention to you to the best of his abilities.

They talked a while longer, before Henderson finally left. Hannibal had pulled out a stack of papers, motioning like he was going to work on grading, and politely asked him to lock the door as he left. When it was clear he pushed his chair away from the desk. You made your way out smiling at him.

“Someone seems very happy with themselves.”

“You enjoyed it.”

“But did you ask permission?” Hannibal asked as worked himself lazily.

You faltered slightly under his gaze, “Well...no.”

“And do you think you deserve any type of reward for that stunt?”

“...I hope so.”

“I’ll forgive it,” he decided, “only because you’re so eager and we never set ground rules. But now it’s on my terms.”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded obediently, not wanting to receive one of Hannibal's punishments just yet.

Hannibal used your hair to pull you closer. You stumbled on your knees catching yourself on his thighs. “Since you were so unsure if you could fit in daddy earlier, after that little stunt, I’m sure you’re feeling better now. Aren’t you?”

The hand in your hair pushed you down. You closed your mouth around the tip. Hannibal groaned quietly, letting you work your way down. Bobbing your head you took more of him deeper every time, but those last two inches were proving difficult. Gripping your hair, he pulled you off of him.

His breath was coming in quick pants, brushing your hair away from your face. “Do you need help, darling?”

“I can’t fit it daddy.” It came out in a breathless whine.

“Yes, you can. Be a good little mouth and let me do the work.”

Again he pushed you onto his cock. This time he took control. His hand kept you in place as he thrusted his hips up. Without the hesitation you had, he fit himself in quickly. Grinding into your mouth he let you choke around it for a while before pulling you up for air.

“See?” He choked out as he used you again, “Fucking perfect mouth… Daddy’s good girl… taking care of me like she asked.”

His grunted praises and moans were enough to excuse the tear prickling your eyes. Over and over he used your mouth to it’s extent. Seeming to enjoy it most when you did choke on him. Hannibal stopped before he came. Pulling you up off the floor and onto his lap. Wiping away the stray tears that had fallen.

“You’re too good for me.” He kissed your cheek.

“You haven’t finished.” You caught your breath as you curled into his chest. His cologne comforted you. The increasingly familiar scent carved a special place in you.

“I’ll finish later,” he promised, dropping another kiss onto your head, “At the moment, I want to make sure you’re alright. I got carried away.”

“I’m not porcelain, Hannibal,” you intertwined your fingers with his, “I like it when you’re in charge… It gives me a chance to not think of anything.”

“Even so these situations require a lot of trust from your partner.”

You shrugged, as you decided to be honest, “At the moment you seem to be the only person I trust. Besides, you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Let’s hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“I can’t see you ever doing that.”

That night Hannibal had taken you home. You received the same treatment you had received the first night you stayed at his house. Mostly you thought it was an apology of some sort for treating you roughly in his office. By some good grace both of you had classes later in the day, allowing you to enjoy the softer side of Hannibal in the morning again.

A new sweater of his joined the one that resides on your futon. You hadn’t thought twice about packing them away when you emptied your apartment out.

-

Life in New York was eventful to say the least. Different but fun. It had been six months since you had graduated. Your friend from high school shared an even shabbier apartment together. You made a couple friends. Picked up jobs at a bar and a bookstore.

“You’re not any fun,” Alex complained as she adjusted her makeup, “You never want to go out with me.”

“I’m tired,” you complained. “Anyway, why would I want to go to a bar when I work at one?”

“To wreak hell on someone that’s stuck in your usual gig.”

“Have fun with the guys.”

She attempted to pull you off the couch a couple more times to no avail. In truth you were happy to have a moment of peace. All honesty she was the driving force in you actually living your life and not just working the entire time. You really did love her for all of that and the experiences you had. However there were times for breaks to be had from everything. And tonight was one of them.

You showered, got dressed in a sweater and shorts, heated up some leftovers. Throwing on a bad 80’s horror flick, you spent your night in splendor. A break was rare and you were gonna use your relaxation time to its extent. Sleep overtook you sometime in the night, only to be woken up by the annoying shrill sound of your phone.

“Al, baby, I love you so damn much, but if you’re gonna bitch at me about not going out tonight. I just might be tempted to murder you,” you muttered sleepily, “I could get away with it.”

“Sweet girl, is that any way to speak to your friends?” A voice you hadn’t heard in a while asked, disappointment clear in his tone.

“Hannibal,” you said lamely, slightly ashamed that that was the first thing he heard from you in months. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you. It’s… It’s been a while.”

“It has been,” he agreed, “In fact, I called to ask if you would like to come to a dinner party.”

You looked at the clock, noting just how late it had been. “You called at two in the morning to ask me to a dinner party?”

“I’ve been busy and you didn’t leave an address for an invitation. It was… spur of the moment.”

“I missed you too,” you sighed, deciding to be the one to voice it, “Yeah, I’d love to go over.”

“Are you planning on staying with me?”

You sighed dramatically, “Suppose I can give a lonely old man some company. What, you couldn’t find anyone as entertaining as me in Baltimore?”

“I’ve got specific tastes.”

“Is that right?”

Alex walked in, the last part of the conversation hitting her ears and the alcohol in her system making her louder. “Is that the daddy? Does he know he’s ruined men for you? Ugh, can you get him over here to loosen you up? I’d appreciate it that so much.”

“I never said ruined, I just sa-“ you realized Hannibal was still on the phone, “Just please, go take a shower, I’ll make you anything you want to eat if you promise to stay quiet.”

Surprisingly she complied, only saying egg sandwich with cheese and bacon in response.

“Ruined?”

“Couldn’t let that skate by?”

“You’re the one talking about me.”

You coughed. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve got specific taste too. Just something happened with someone and I don’t know, I couldn’t get into it that same way. Like with you. They needed me to tell them exactly how… It was just awkward. It wasn’t satisfying. They were nice though.”

“You compare my experience to their experience inexperience,” he deduced. “You enjoy knowing I’ve got everything under control.”

You tried to shake away the blush. “So it seems we’re stuck in similar positions.”

“We are.”

“Hannibal,” you heard someone call out, “When were you thinking of joining us? We didn’t bother you so much you had to leave us that long.”

He asked him for a moment.

“Seems like someone wants your attention,” you commented.

“Does it bother you?”

“Not at all. Just friends having fun right? It would be hypocritical considering I just told you of my night with someone else. As long as it’s nothing serious with whoever that was, we’re fine.”

“They’re nothing. Someone’s too loud nephew. In fact I think he’s rather rude. You know I can’t stand people like that.”

“You’ll survive. Get home safe.”

“I’ll send you the directions in a moment. Have a goodnight little one.”

“‘Night daddy,” the long unused term of endearment fell from your lips easily.

“‘Night daddy,” Alex sighed dreamily from the bathroom door, “God, is the dick really that good? How could it be?”

You hung up the phone. “Can you please not do that next time? He’s really particular about things.”

She raised her hands up in defense. “Whoa, there. He can handle a little joke at his expense when he’s already been down your throat. Now where’s my sandwich?”

“I’m serious Al.” You sighed when you got up from the couch to get to work on your promise. “He makes me feel like I need to be all proper.”

“You’re fine, doll. A dime if I’ve ever seen one. I’m not gonna ruin this for you, if he randomly decided to call you this late,” she took a seat on the counter, taking the water you handed her gratefully, “Do you want that to be a long term thing?”

“Nah,” you threw the bread into the toaster, “I couldn’t live his life. Sure, I like him and I do think he’s fun to hang around. But it just feels like something that will simmer down eventually. We’ll probably meet up a couple more times and it’ll be done. It’s not like we do anything more than end up in bed and sweet talk.”

“I’m telling you, we’d be set if you asked him to be your sugar daddy. Please ask him to take care of you and be his call girl.”

“How about you?” You asked, changing the topic, “Any pretty girls?”

“This one chick at work,” she shook her head, “Fucking goddess of a woman, LN, I’m telling you. I got it bad. She’s got me waiting for her with her coffee orders in the morning like some kind of obedient little puppy.”

“You know her coffee order.”

“Exactly!”

“How’s the commitment issues?”

“I’m gonna have to fucking work through them. Unlike someone, I think I wanna try out the long term thing.”

“Hey!” You cracked the eggs into the oil, “I’m just not up for it right now.”

“Work him out of your system. We’re supposed to be having fun this year.”

You sighed, “I’m trying.”

“I’m telling you we find you a decent lay. You won’t need to be fucking around with that guy.” Your phone chimed. Alex grabbed it off the counter. “The devil works fast doesn’t he? Address and day of the party. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like. Says he’ll buy you a cute little number.”

“No, tell him I got it.”

“Thank you, daddy. I’ll make it worth your wild. Wink. Send.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I still think he’s ugly,” she shrugged, tossing your phone over, “May as well get a cute dress out of sleeping with him.”

“He’s not ugly. I’ve seen the people you’ve brought home,” You scoffed, handing over the plate.

“Reggie is a fun time! Fuck I miss Reggie.”

“Work chick,” you reminded her.

“Right right.” She argued before taking a bite of the sandwich. “Fine, we’ve both had our questionable older partner moments. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not.”

“Still never called her mommy and that’s a win in my books.”

“I should have never told you that,” you laughed, “I fucking hate you man.”

She pinched your cheek affectionately, “You had your chance to get rid of me. The return policy ran out. You’re stuck. Congratulations.”

“How long until you expire?”

Alex pretended to count it through. “We’re looking at at least 50 years more, if we’re lucky.”

You hummed, “Are you accounting for possible sickness or accidents?”

“I’m immortal for 50 years in between. No arguments at this time please.”

Next Chapter

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[astraphel]

🐙𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐈🐙

Amajiki Tamaki x GN!Reader

🔞 2,569 Words

I ☆ II ☆ III ☆ IV

Master List ✰ Flash Fiction ✰ Main ✰ Daily GIFs

You and Tamaki are in an established relationship with dom/sub dynamics. You finally breach the topic of including his quirk during play and things take off from there!

Sorry, I got caught up at work today, on my way home now.

The text illuminated your phone in the dark. You respond immediately.

Thanks for texting. I was getting worried. See you soon.

You were watching a movie, hoping to alleviate your anxiety. Tamaki is a great hero, but it can be hard not to get concerned when he's out late. It was your usual dinner-and-a-movie night since his schedule is typically reliable. Unfortunately, he got called to an emergency, which pushed him well past his typical shift. So, you made a quick meal for yourself, knowing Fatgum would make sure he was fed.

Half an hour after you got his text, he ambled through the front door with a slight groan. He slunk into the living room to join you, apologizing profusely for missing out on dinner. He presented you with a warm box, which opened to reveal freshly made takoyaki. Your favorite treat.

"Where did you even get these at this hour?!" You exclaim, eating one and wiggling with happiness. His eyes softened at your reaction.

"Fatgum has his ways," said Tamaki. "He insisted that I bring you a box for interrupting our date night."

Your eyes slightly widen, "I'm surprised you even told him you had plans! I'm proud of you. I know you get shy about that stuff."

He blushed at the unexpected compliment.

"Tell him I said thank you. I know you're out there saving people, though."

You yawn and stretch your arms above your head, trying not to give in to the gentle warmth of the kotatsu. While inhaling the treat, you couldn't help but notice how distracted he seemed. It must have been a long day. You ran through what you could do to get his mind off things. Typically you didn't ask about work. Most of the time, he wasn't allowed to talk about it anyways.

Then, a lightning bolt of an idea hatched in your mind. You shift towards him with a sly grin.

"Ama, I have a question." He looks up at you. "I've been curious for a while..." You mused as you lifted takoyaki to your mouth. He looked at you quizzically.

"Have you ever used your quirk to jerk off?" You ask. Casual and sincere, to his horror.

"Wha-" He froze on the spot, rouge rising up his face. He fixed his gaze on the food.

You smiled devilishly and let the silence sit. You couldn't help but savor it, considering your first impression of him. With his intimidating disposition and talent as a hero, you hardly expected him to be as self-conscious as he is. It made you all the more willing to shower him with praise and compliments...after learning his limits, at least. His anxiety works in mysterious ways, so you're always ready to switch gears if it gets the better of him.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to; it's fine, Tamaki. I just thought you might want to get your mind off of work."

He jumped as if your voice brought him back to reality. "Mm- Ahh." He seems to short circuit on the spot, "N-Uh….it's ok- b-but, why would yo- No!" He looked at you desperately; when it comes to conversations like this, his tells are quite obvious. Beyond that, you love to delight in a bit of embarrassment from your shy lover.

"So," you eat another piece of takoyaki and swallow before continuing, "What's your favorite feature?" You're entirely relaxed - as if you were talking about the weather. "Or do you use a combination since you have such great control over your quirk…?" His blush intensifies, and you eat again with sinister glee.

"Have you tried things just to see how it felt? Beyond animal features, you could try any vegetable or fruit!" You looked at him with excitement. "What's the weirdest thing you've tried that felt the best? You can control the size, too...interesting..." You trail off, pondering with your chin in your hand.

His demeanor doesn't change, which makes you giggle and lean over to him. He still tries to avert your eyes as you lean in with a warm smile and plant a kiss on his cheek. "I'm only asking because I've thought about it. A lot." You whisper while moving your mouth to his ear, pressing into it with a soft kiss.

He shivers and takes a deep gulp, "I, uh- Maybe I've tried...before," he meekly admits, still fixed on anything but you in the embarrassment of the admission.

"Mmmm," you caress his cheek with your thumb, "I thought so." You kiss his ear once more before abruptly breaking contact and sitting back down, letting the silence hang in the room. Finally, you pick up the last takoyaki and lean forward, holding it up to his mouth. He hesitates.

"Eat." You say. A firm tone is all you need for him to succumb. He opens his mouth, earning an approving hum. "Wider." His blush sustains as he relaxes his jaw further. "Good boy," you coo. He slowly chews and swallows, looking as if he was ready to break out into a sweat at any moment. You were a little surprised he hasn't already.

After another small moment of silence, you ask him if he's too tired to use his quirk. He shakes his head, then froze again at the implication of your question. You take the cue to scoot close and take one of his hands in yours. The look in your eyes asks the next one.

You were still focused on his face when his hand started to change, calloused fingers giving way to tender, velvety tendrils. You lift your gaze to him and run your thumb over one. "Ama," your voice drips with heat, "You're so good to me. I've wanted your honey all day," you said, referencing that one time he turned his saliva into honey while making out. He makes a sound that lands somewhere between a murmur and a moan. It took everything in you to not pounce then and there.

You shift your focus, taking note of how firm the tentacle feels despite being so pliable. "Does this feel okay?" You ask, squeezing a fistful. He nods. Wanting to take things a step further, you lean forward and gather spit in your mouth. Your free hand cups his cheek and turns his head to make him watch as you drip spit into one of the suction cups and spread it with your thumb. He twitches and catches a moan in his throat.

Once everything was slick to your liking, you shift again to straddle him, then lean in for a

passionate kiss while jerking off his tentacle. His untransformed hand grips your hip. The tentacles you're not handling run up your arm and across your back, pulling you as close as you can get. The proximity made the dried sweat on his skin from work stand out, nearly sending you into a frenzy. Then, in a rare moment of action, Tamaki thrusts his hips up to meet yours. Your free hand reflexively reaches down to rub him.

"So needy for me already," You whisper. You kiss down his neck and grind into him, earning a soft out-loud moan. You continue rubbing his cock through his pants, then bring the tentacle to your mouth to gently suck and lick on the tip. His grip on your hip tightened with every passing second. You worked him until you could tell that his pants were getting uncomfortable, then broke free.

You lean back and look him in the eyes again, "Ama," you quietly say, "Will... will you touch yourself for me?" You ask, almost bashfully.

"Wh-what? Right here?"

You eyed him up and down, slowly. "We can move to the bedroom if you want." His adam's apple bobs as he gulps.

"Uh, y-yeah, I'd like that."

His hands return to their anthro state, and you make your way across the apartment with haste. Once in the room, you plant yourself at the head of the bed and tell Tamaki to sit at the other end. You move pillows to prop yourself up and lace your fingers together in your lap.

He fidgets awkwardly for a moment; knowing he gets shy when you ask to watch him, you check-in and ask if he's still into the idea. Even though it's only been a minute since changing rooms, sometimes that's all it takes. He nods, and you smile again. "Good." You shift a little in your spot, sitting a little straighter.

"Take your shirt off."

He blushes once more and complies. Fabric rubbing against skin and your even breathing seemed to be the only sounds in the world at that moment.

"Uh-" Tamaki pauses and looks at you, making you perk up attentively. "Sorry - could we turn on some music or something? The quietness is...hard."

You laugh a little as he cringes at his unintentional pun and pick up your phone to link to the speaker on the nightstand. A quiet city pop playlist begins, and he visibly relaxes a bit.

"This okay?"

He nods. His blush returns.

You contemplate whether you want to skip the pretense and pounce on him, but your thoughts are interrupted by his further undressing. You remained clothed, hands across your lap once more.

"You're so beautiful," you praise.

He takes pause at the compliment before reaching down and stroking his cock. He softened a bit in the transition between rooms, so you drank it all in as he worked himself back up.

Your mind wanders as you bask in the view before you. Amajiki Tamaki, Suneater; a well-accomplished hero with drive and empathy to boot. His loyalty to his friends is what initially endeared him to you. Getting to see this side of him, knowing he's willing and happy to entertain your desires, is something you'll never tire of.

He looks up to make eye contact and seems surprised at your gaze. Affection, lust, and appreciation are all conveyed in a single moment.

He transforms his hand again and reaches for the nightstand, pulling out the water-based lube inside. You always revel in watching his quirk in action, and it's so rare that he gets to use it in a non-violent context. He's so delicate and precise in his movements, it can be easy to forget the great control he's worked for his entire life. In a swift motion, he uses one tentacle to coat the tip of another in lube. He returns the bottle before venturing down to envelope his cock entirely.

He starts squeezing himself and fucking into it like a glorified fleshlight. Muscles under tender skin flexed in rhythm with his thrusts. His breathing quickens, a sheen of sweat glistening under the dimmed bedroom light. He starts leaking precum in record time, making you hot with need. Another tentacle gathers his juices and uses them to suction to his frenulum and balls.

As he gets lost in his own pleasure and clearly starts to forget that

you're even in the room, you're officially too hot to keep your own clothes on. You've fantasized about watching this happen, and you have no intention of observing passively.

"Ama," you call, pulling him back to reality again. His movements stutter at the sight of you, obviously unaware that you had gotten naked. You crawl across the bed, sit across from him, and place your ankles over his. You start to touch yourself, and he responds in kind.

Your own breathing increases in time with his as you catch up with him. Heat rises up your chest and face as you sprint to your release. You could tell Tamaki was getting close when he brought a second suction cup to his balls to tug and stretch them.

He looks at you desperately, clearly ready to pop - so you move in close and kiss his cheek before whispering, "Do you need something to cum in, baby?" A quiet cry answers your question. You reach down to move the suction cup attached to his tip before replacing it with your mouth.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking hard," Tamaki cries out seconds before ropes of salty cum pulse over your tongue. A hand grips your hair, and his tentacles peel away as he thrusts his cock into your throat until pubic hairs tickle your nose, head falling back in absolute ecstasy. Your the back of your throat greeting his head with a low hum. Once he stops quivering and taps your shoulder, you slide his cock out of your throat and gasp for breath.

You look at him wordlessly; your own end was still on the precipice.

His hand was still transformed, so you pick one up and make eye contact as you dribble his load and your spit all over it, then spread it over the tip and down its length. Then, you lean back again and open your legs wide.

"Fuck m-"

You barely get the word out when his tentacles wrapped themselves around you. Thick tendrils enveloped your thighs to keep them in place while you squirm. Your own juices, as well as his cum enabled him to slip inside you with ease after teasing your sweet spot until you shivered.

Firm muscle, unlike anything you've experienced, filled you up. Texture and suction cups hitting spots in ways you've never felt before. It was everything you imagined and more.

And it wasn't gonna take long to finish.

"Fuck, Ama- I'm so close! Don't stop-"

The bed shifted under his weight as he closed the space between you to plant affectionate kisses along your neck and collarbone. The tentacle inside you thickens, and he keeps his pace steady. "M'not going anywhere. Cum-" You clench down on him with your entire body, and he plants kisses on your temple. His sweet touch sends you over the edge, and you cum so hard you blackout for a second.

Reduced to a trembling, sweaty mess, his tentacles maintain their grip until he feels you come down from your high and relax. You sit up and smirk. His hands were back and covered in a mix of lube and cum from you both. "Come here," you say weakly.

You grab his hand and bring his fingers to your mouth, licking one clean - lost in post-orgasm bliss. He blushes again and pulls you into a hug, wraps himself around you, and nuzzles into your neck. "I- I need a minute."

You smile and kiss his forehead, "Why don't we take a shower and get to bed?"

You start to move, but he tightens his hold on you. "Just a few more minutes? Like this…please, I- It's been a long day. I've missed you…"

Your heart swells as his sentence trails off, and you return his embrace.

Both of you drifted off to sleep within ten minutes and woke up sticky from the sheets and juices you never cleaned up. You might have been irritated at waking up in this state, but Tamaki remedied that once you got in the shower. He showed you just how much he can do with one hand transformed into tentacles while jerking off with the other.

"Better be careful, Ama; there's no telling what we might get into if you let me get creative with your quirk."

A blush was his only response.

A/N: The reader is a gentle dom with a creative mind. Tamaki's quirk is capable  of SO much and encouraging him to keep it under control in sexual  situations is one of the ways the reader likes to play.

This is 100%  self-indulgent, and I will continue to write for it for as long as I  have ideas. Consider it anthology-style, I'm not really writing with a  plot in mind. Each chapter will be a different experiment, more or less.  

[twistnet]

night time descent [ eric delko ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; when a fire takes place during a date, it leads to some unfortunate nightmares

⋯ PROMPT ; [ nightmare ] for your muse to wake up mine from a nightmare + [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, established relationship, tw [ mentions of fire, dead bodies + trauma -- shown in the form of nightmares + some actions ]

club descent. one of the hottest clubs in miami, packed full of a people and a line around the building. 

for the first time in weeks, eric had the night off. no late night calls to scenes, overflowing mountains of evidence to be logged, or late nights of having to piece things together. so, in slight celebration, he proposed a night of dancing and drinking to help unwind after the long weeks of work. this meant bringing you, but he had also extended the offer to tim and his girlfriend, andrea.

the music was blaring loud, drowning out every worry or thought you had for the evening as you swayed to the beat. eric was right next to you, hands roaming your sides as he moved with you. he smiled at you, hands coming to rest at your hips, lightly squeezing.“okay, mister. if that’s all you wanted to do, we should have just stayed home.” you shouted over the music, shooting him an equaling dazzling smile. eric chuckled biting his lip as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against your ear, “and where would be the fun in that?” 

he felt you shiver underneath his hands, sparing a glance to the crowd to see if anyone was watching. he caught tim and andrea dancing a few feet away, not paying anyone else any mind as they moved in sync. he smiled, happy to see them enjoying themselves before turning his attention back to you.

eric dipped down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. somehow still managing to move the two of you to the beat of the music. his hands glided all over you, making tempting squeezes here and there, lips moving against yours in time with the beat.

you pulled back, sucking in a breath as you laughed. twisting in his arms as you danced and enjoyed your first night out in weeks. eric’s stress had seemingly disappeared in the few hours you had been here, and it was comforting to see him outside of the crime lab. 

the music slowed, the dj coming on over the loud speakers. “yo, y’all, let’s kick it trance style with a new test press from my boys from my-mo d-day bomb squad!” the music started up again, and cheers were heard as sparklers erupted from behind the dj. you felt eric’s arms wrap around you, changing to match the beat of the new song, when you caught notice of the sparklers set fire to one of the curtains. “is that supposed to happen?” eric picked up on the worry in your tone, as you watched the curtain ignite. “no.” 

you saw tim approach, andrea behind him with equally worried looks as tim leaned forward so eric could hear him, “this place doesn’t have sprinklers!” eric nodded, removing his arms from you, “i know! you! hit the alarm!” 

the alarm rang, sending everyone into a mass panic as they tried to leave the club. eric quickly grabbed a hold of you, pulling you to him so you didn’t stray far. you heard him shouting for everyone to stay calm, pulling you toward the exit.

a body collided with his, breaking his hold on your arm, separating the two of you. eric quickly started to panic, not seeing you behind him or anywhere near him. he called your name a few times, but it was all drowned out by the screams of panic.

tim had managed to grab ahold of you, ushering both you and his girlfriend to one of the emergency exits with some of the other club patrons. he pushed on the door, finding it chained shut. “it’s locked!” he yelled, pulling both of you away from the door. the three of you stood, watching the chaos unfold as there seemed to be only one exit out of the club. you felt tim shake you slightly, pointing to an open door, back behind the flames. “there’s an open door here!”

braving the flames, he pulled the two of you toward the door. tim’s hand briefly leaving yours to push the door open. he led the two of you out, looking around as he realized that no one else had followed and few were actually making it out of the club, “you two stay here, i’m going back in!”

andrea grabbed you, pulling you away from the door and across the street, wanting to not only give room to those coming out of the club, but just incase the building came down. 

you looked over at the her, taking in her ash stained face and the slightly crisped green halter top she was wearing. and to think, this was the first time you were meeting. 

as people came out, the two of you helped people out of the building to a safe distance. emergency vehicles arriving just as the building was starting to collapse. you and andrea stuck together, having not seen eric or tim since getting out of the club.

once the two of you were checked over and given the all clear, you set out looking for the two men you came with. and given with how hectic the area was, it was proving a little more difficult to find specific people. “are you ladies looking for someone?” a man asked, hands on his hips and his face covered in ash. “tim speedle and eric delko.” he man smiled softly, before turning to point out the two men you were looking for. you thanked him, before quickly moving towards to the two, calling their names as your approached.

the looks fo relief on their faces spoke volumes. eric moving forward to quickly capture you in a tight hug, pressing you right into his chest. the rush of emotions, watching people get escorted out on stretchers or bodybags, was slowly catching up to you. tears dampened eric’s shirt, as you held onto him. 

you don’t really know how long you stood there, clinging to him before someone came up, asking for him to take a look at the scene. he released his hold on you enough to look at your face, his hands coming to cup your jaw as his thumbs brushed at your cheeks, “this might take a while...” 

“i’ll wait.” “babe, i don’t think - “ “i don’t want to be alone.” “okay...”

it was well into the early morning by the time you got home. exhausted, both physically and emotionally after the night you had experienced. eric had ushered you into the shower, citing you wouldn’t want to sleep in all that debris. and while you showered, you heard him waiting in the bathroom with you. whether it was because he didn’t quite want to leave you alone, or he was just making sure you were okay, you don’t know. 

but you found yourself doing the same when you exited the shower. lingering in the bathroom, not wanting to stray far from him. he had seemed to pick up on that too, as the minute he was out of the shower and dressed, he pulled you in close once you settled into bed. his arms wrapped around you, in a protective manner. his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. it would be hours before you finally fell asleep, cuddled into eric’s side.

only a couple hours later, eric was woken up by a movement beside him. he rolled over, eyes still hazed with sleep as he tried to find the source of the movement. realizing the only other person in bed was you. he settled back in, thinking you were either getting readjusted after going to the bathroom, or were just uncomfortable. until he heard you whimper.

he sat up in bed, turning on one of the bedside lights before turning to you, finding your face scrunched up, tears running down your cheeks and sweat beading at your brow. 

eric gently shook you, calling your name, however only to scare you in the process as you jerked wake with a scream. “hey! it’s okay! i’m here!” eric shh’d pulling you into his arms as he let you cry against him. it only took a short moment for you to quiet down, your eyes drooping as sleep started to overcome you. eric got you settled back down into a comfortable position, wiping the tears from your cheeks as your eyes closed.

he waited a few more moments, watching the steady rise of your chest and making sure not else plagued you before laying back down himself.

the exhaustion would hit him later the next day, evident by the mass amounts of yawning he did while looking over evidence in the prints lab.“you look like you didn’t get much sleep last night.” eric looked up, finding tim had entered the lab, taking the open seat next to him. “yeah, it was a long night.” eric sighed, rubbing his temples as he scanned back over the log, nothing quite clicking yet. “...she had nightmares all night. woke up scared and crying. spent most of the night staying up just in case she had another.”

“i’m sorry, man.” tim’s voice was sympathetic, one he rarely heard from the man whenever anything had happened. “appreciate it. what about your girl?” eric frowned after hearing his friend sigh, “didn't sleep much either. she finally passed out just as i was about to leave this morning. getting her in bed was the hardest, seemed like she knew i was leaving and wouldn’t let go of my shirt.” 

there was a deep silence, one that took over as each man had asked the very same question; how badly was this going to effect the people they loved?

“hey, they’ll be okay.” tim reassured, looking back over the evidence, “we can make they are, by figuring out who did this.” eric nodded in agreement, before setting back to work.

another day would pass before eric got the chance to run a sample against the blood on tim’s shirt. bringing in don, the bouncer from the club. and having quickly figured out how he was brought in, he had quickly changed his story. “i was meant to be a fireman.” don growled. eric and tim both shared a look. shaking heads in disbelief.

“and you thought that maybe burning a building down in the process was going to prove that?” eric bit out, leaning forward in his chair, “you think that was worth all those lives it took? not only that, but the trauma people are now going to endure because you wanted to prove yourself.” when don didn’t answer back, eric scoffed, pushing the folder of crime scene pictures toward the man. “my girlfriend won’t sleep because she’s scared to close her eyes for one second and see that fire. but that doesn’t matter does it? all you wanted was to prove something but all you did was prove that you hurt people.”

with that, eric stood, letting bernstein cuff don before taking him down to booking. tim patted him on the shoulder, nodding to the door as it was already late into the day, and the quicker they could get finished, met the quicker they could get home.

eric came in earlier than normal, finding you on the couch, watching a movie. he took the seat next to you, arm coming to wrap around your shoulders as you settled into his side. “we got him.” eric spoke after a short silence, feeling you nodd against his shoulder. “thank you.” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your hairline as pulled you in closer. thankful he had you here next to him.

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