#*slaps you with newspaper* stop it. stop. go take a walk

[reneeworks]

me: I want my art to be loose and dynamic and have lots of texture

me making art: nnnnnghh how about I keep rendering

[httpsseli]

niña ✿; pablo gavira

;plot. in which you’re the innocent bookworm accomplishing tons of tasks and he’s the jock athlete. until one day you two bump into each other, allowing him to explore all kinds of things.

;warnings: vaping, quite a few spanish sentences, a mix of arguing, smut minors dni!! dom!gavi, sub!reader, sort of protected sex but then unprotected sex, (you’ll see later on.. *wink wink*), virginity loss, oral sex (m and f), few sex rounds, multiple orgasms, and squirting.

authors note// oh boy prepare yourselfs for a much longer gavi fic because yes, duhhh🤭 (i dont think this is proofread…)

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here you were in the library, editing for the school newspaper through the computer and writing down notes on to your journal. upcoming events, games, updates and somewhat the weather as what was having to be the very new exciting thing. you pushed your glasses up just a tad bit, looking and roaming through the notes of your journal.

“it’s a friday night.. why are you even-“

-hush!" you said, typing as quickly as you could, feeling rushed immediately from your friend's complaining. "come on,y/n. we can just watch a movie and eat a bunch of junk!" your friend tatiana spoke, and sighing, you looked at her and then at diana, your other roommate. "how about this: you two can head to the dorms and catch up with camila. i’ll get home later.”

both girls looked at each other, “fine then, no later than twelve,” tatiana spoke, both girls getting up from the table. 'be safe, hermosa!' diana spoke. you laughed at the nickname as they both left.

after spending an extra 30 minutes editing and submitting the copies, you sighed and closed your laptop. you then carefully placed it in your bag. as you had no other option, you decided to walk down to the lockers and placed your laptop in diana's locker, for reasons that seemed appropriate.

you stride away purposefully, clutching your tote as you brave the cold weather. despite the challenging conditions, you maintain your composure while donning a white sundress adorned with tiny charming blue flower prints. the small cardigan you wear provides a little bit of warmth as you navigate the bustling streets of the college, which you humorously refer to as the "streets of sex, alcohol, and drunks."

as you strolled through the chilly wind, a heavy force collided with me. "watch it!" you exclaimed, forcefully shoving him away. clearly, one of the jocks, not surprising. they were always out to irritate you. "my my, never seen you like this," the boy remarked, but you tried to push him off, yet he already had a grip on your wrist.

"let go of me, what the fuck!" you exclaimed as you tried to break free from his grip. half of the group was watching as a phone light caught your attention. you looked at the guy, hardly kicking his crotch before giving him a firm slap on the back of his neck. "don't you ever touch me again," you said boldly as you walked off quickly. you could hear a voice calling out to you.

gavi, who was a witness to the little fight you caused, now another guy is approaching you. gavi is well-known in the school for his looks, the people he dates, and his skills. almost everybody has his name on their lips. he recognized you just by the way your bag is decorated and the way you dress. sometimes, he'd make slight eye contact with you during the football matches while he'd be warming up, and you would be taking notes, writing everything down in a blue journal with a blue pen topped with a fluffy heart.

him and his friends were all wearing their varsity jackets, very typical of them. luckily he wasn’t far from you, he was standing next to his friend who was particularly, holding onto a vape hitting off it. his friend watched and chuckled watching their other friend get beaten up. “ay adónde vàs, ya basta tu.” where are you going, stop it. gavi spoke.

“ay güapa, you’re looking stunning..” one of the boys spoke, and you scoffed. “not interested.” you said attempting to walk off, “you have a nice pair of balls.” he spoke, you looked at him. “what’d you say?” looking up at him. “i said-“

"fermín, you heard her. she’s not interested," gavi said, gently holding your hands together. "areyou alright?" he asked, noticing your shock. You found yourself unexpectedly face-to-face with the one guy you never thought you'd interact with, admiring his facial features, especially the birthmarks on his face. "y-yeah, i’m fine," you said, trying to compose yourself. gavi turned around, and fermín and his friend started snickering. you looked at both boys, making eye contact with fermín only. as you watched him inhale the vapor and puff out the smoke, you looked away feeling uncomfortable and dismayed.

"a donde vas?” where are you headed? He asked, and as you looked up at him, you felt the chill in the air make your nose and cheeks red. "um, i-i'm heading home," you replied softly. he gently caressed your shoulder and asked, “are you cold?" you nodded in response. "where’s your home?" he inquired. "it’s by the courtyard," you whispered. he nodded, then offered, "i can walk you home if you'd like.

he was different than you thought. you’ve heard him talk about you quite often, saying how weird you are, how you dress like a kid most of the time, and how you've probably never slept with anybody. the last one was a rumor started by him. now you're face to face with him.

you were freezing, your nipples hardening under the lace of your bra, and you swallowed thick. “la vas a llevar para que la folles o que.” you gonna take her to fuck or what Fermín's shout made you and Gavi turn your heads. You shot Fermín a look of disgust before turning to the boy who was still standing in front of you. “i’m supposed to be out on a party right now.. you don’t mind if i take you out somewhere instead, right?” you shook your head, “que la folles.” just fuck her you heard his other friend shout. “excuse me for a moment..” he said, you watched gavi walk over to his friends.

another interaction, there was more arguing. when you heard him speak spanish, it stirred something inside you. "just delete the video and all of you apologize. pobre niña," poor girl he said. the friend group was shocked into silence. you watched gavi as you made your way towards him. "i really have to g-" you started, but was quickly cut off by apologies from his friend, pablo. you remained silent, not saying anything back. when he was done, you nodded your head.

gavi gently placed his hand on your waist and whispered, "let’s head home, sweet girl." you felt a flutter in your stomach at the endearing nickname as the two of you strolled away from the street. "would you mind stopping by the small cafe instead? it’s my treat if you'd like," he suggested, causing your heart to sink a little. you managed to reply, "yeah, that's fine with me." he smiled warmly as you both made your way to the cafe. "but what about your friends?" you asked, looking at him. He chuckled softly. "they’re going to tina’s party. i don’t drink much, and they usually play that bottle game, so i’m not too bothered," he explained. you nodded, crossing your arms for some comfort against the cold.

"oh, spin the bottle... that game is weird," you said. he slightly chuckled, looking at you. "you've played it?" he asked. you shook your head no. "never have. i've heard a bit of experiences from my roommates about it," you said. he smiled. "you're cold, y/n. are you sure you don't want my sweater?" he asked, stopping in his tracks. you turned to look at him. "i-i'm fine," you said. he cupped your cheek, and your eyes looked up at him, your breathing hitched. "takeoff your sweater and hand me your bag," he said. you nodded, handing him your tote, then taking off the small cardigan. he folded the sweater and put it in your bag, then took off his varsity jacket and put it on you.

it was just like you had pictured it, as if it leaped straight out of the pages of a book. a warm smile spread across his face as he tenderly rested his hand on your head. “oh, come on!” you whined, your frustration evident. he chuckled softly and said, “let's go now,' gently holding your bag.

as you and gavi arrived at the cafe, you realized how much shorter you were standing next to him. “here, let’s go over there..” he suggested sitting down, and as you sat across from each other, you felt your cheeks growing warm. you tried to hide your feelings by clearing your throat and sipping your boba drink. “what the hell is that..” he questioned your drink choice, you snickered, “a strawberry lemonade with boba..” you explained it to him. despite his initial comment, you offered him a sip, “want to try it!” you said which he nodded to, taking a sip. “weird ass drink..” despite his comment, you rolled your eyes playfully.

“but, it’s good tho..” he said, you snickered again. you swung your legs around. “what made you take me out?..” you said looking at him, he looked at you. “well, fermín couldn’t stop harassing you, neither did pablo himself..and well, you’re truly a very sweet girl..” he said, his cheeks turning pink. you slightly choked in your drink, nodding your head quickly. “they were mentioning something tho.. something with the letter starting with a f..” you said, this time gavi choked on his drink. “oh yeah.. they’re sexually active geeks, that illustrates the rumors happening..” he said, you giggled.

"my sweater looks very big on you," he said. "really?" you rolled your eyes playfully. "oh, god," you sighed, looking at your phone. "something wrong?" he asked. you sighed, shaking your head, "it’s almost twelve and i’m supposed to be home." he bit his lip as you were distracted texting your friends.

your hair was put in a clawclip ponytail, but he wanted to see you with your hair down. he always thought you were innocent, but maybe you were, maybe you weren’t. he wanted to know. he didn't care if you were weird; he just cared about how you cared about others. "we can leave now if you want," he said. you looked up. "huh? oh, please, if you don’t mind," you said. he nodded, and you got up and grabbed your drink, the two of you walking out.

"let me make sure i understand this: your friends didn't attend the party, but you were supposed to go and you chose to stay with me instead. why?" you asked, to which he replied, "because someone usually ends up wanting to have sex with me, and i absolutely detest that." you furrowed your brows and asked, "do you mean sex itself or just the idea of girls throwing themselves at you?" he hummed in response, "just the idea. it’s ridiculous, and there are always rumors about it. sex is... enjoyable, you could say." you gulped and questioned, "enjoyable?" gavi quickly glanced at you

“yeah..” he spoke, you avoided his look for this time.

“are you not a virgin or?” he said, you looked at him. “um, i-i’ve never.. t-touched someone..” you spoke, “i-i’m still a uh.. v-virgin..” you mumbled. he slightly laughed, “wow you have a long way to go.. you should try it with me.” he mumbled the last part, you frowned.

you exclaimed, “what was that?” he just shrugged. when you looked up, you realized you were home. you sprinted to the door, with him chuckling behind you. as you turned around, he was suddenly face to face with you. you felt your stomach drop as he held your chin and kissed you. you kissed back, feeling his soft, passionate lips. you put your hand on his shoulder as he bit your bottom lip, slipping his tongue in. you squeaked, pulling away.

you indeed did have a long way to go to, his dick hardening slowly in his jeans. “can you.. um.. uh..” you bit your lip, “come inside..” you said, he nodded his head, caressing your cheek. “que niña tan inocente..” such a innocent girl he spoke, you unlocked the door, took his hand, and gestured for silence by placing a finger on his lips. he nodded in agreement as he closed the door behind him. leading the way to your room, with gavi following closely, you entered first and then switched on the lights after closing the door. finally, you placed your drink on the desk.

gavi pressed you against the wall, engaging in a deep, passionate kiss while his hand gently caressed your cheek. you responded eagerly, wrapping your hands around his neck. "i don't know anything," you whined. he stopped moving his lips. "first, take this off," he commanded, tugging on the varsity jacket. you discarded it on the top of your chair in the room., “come here..” he motioned with his fingers, you walked towards him. “volteate..” turn around he whispered softly, his warm hands sending shivers down your back, causing your legs to tremble. as you turned around, he reached for your claw clip and gently unclasped it, letting your hair fall loose. "are you sure about this?" he asked, and you nodded in response.

"are you sure?" you asked, and he turned you around gently. you slipped out of your white flats, caressing his cheeks. "Lie down and trust me, okay?" he said. You nodded and laid down on the bed. he crouched down infront of your panties, a whimper slipping out. he lifted your dress to your stomach, then kissed your thighs. you breathed shakily, running your fingers across the sheets. his lips crossing your clothed area, he pecked around the area. he pulled your shapewear down, the material pooling around your ankles. he kissed your inner thighs.

he tenderly kissed your soft skin, causing your breath to become shaky, and a flutter of butterflies swarmed in your tummy. moving up to you, he kissed your forehead and then your lips. you kissed back, with your hand gently resting on the back of his head. "are you ready?" he whispered against your lips, still kissing you. "y-yes," you whispered in response. he pulled away, planting a kiss on your cheek, and you giggled. "tap my head if you want me to stop," he said, and you nodded, still giggling. he smiled before he positioned himself infront of your clit, he bit your thigh slightly, teeth gazing against your skin, causing you to moan softly.

his tongue slowly slid against your sensitive bud, his mouth slowly widing sucking against your clit. you moaned loudly, he covered your mouth quickly. a whimper coming out of your mouth, gavi chuckled sending a vibration across your body, you moaned into his hand. he pulled his mouth away, “use my fingers if you think you’re noisy..” he said, you nodded. he kissed your abdomen, lips marking down. he kissed your clit, letting his tongue swirl against the knob.

you arched your back, he rolled his tongue around sucking onto your clit. you moaned softly again, his tongue making its way down in between your opening, he licked around as his tongue nearly entered against your hole. your eyes closing, enjoying the pleasure. you looked down, the sight of gavi bobbing his head up and down.

he continued licking around your folds, picking up every inch of your dewiness. "you taste amazing, so sweet, baby," he hummed against you. you whimpered at his praise, and he looked up, finding you moaning uncontrollably, he held onto your hands softly, fearing you might wake someone up with any noise. you fingers brush against mine, and you treasure the gentle touch as you both hold onto each other.

he continued, this time you felt his tongue everywhere. causing you to moan uncontrollably, you held onto his head. your orgasm coming closer, you breathed heavily. “g-gavi.. i-i think i-i’m about to.. c-cu..m..” you said, he firmly gripped your thigh, pressing both of your thighs against his face, while your ankles dangled off his shoulder blades. “cum mi niña..” he mumbled, your arrival was marked by a gasp, and your back arched as you tightly held onto his head. he continued licking around your folds. tapping on his head, he pulled himself back up. he took his shirt off in front of you, eyes narrowing down to his pants.

he unbuttoned them, now undressed but his boxers. he stood infront of your sat up figure. your eyes narrowing down to his boner, “u-um..” you stuttered, he chuckled. “hm?” he said, caressing your head. your hands touched the waistband of his boxers, they slowly moved down to his boner. “y-you’re.. b-big..” you spoke, “let’s be fair on this..”, “o-on what?” you said looking up at him, he felt his cock twitch. your eyes were glossy and big, he groaned. “i’ll lead you through..” he spoke.

“take this off first..” he gently fidgeted with the strap of your dress as you stood in front of him while he sat on your bed. you pulled the straps of your dress down, letting the apparel get loose and roll down to your ankles, within a few seconds later, his cock was free from the material. your eyes widened, he caressed your waist. “how perfect you are, you’re so beautiful..” he said, you blushed.

your hands reached under the back of your bra, you unclipped it, straps slowly falling off. the material falling off your chest, he sat back looking at your naked self, he stroked himself, precum oozing out as you bit your bottom lip. he groaned, “sit on your knees infront of me baby..” he said, you did what you were told. “spit on the head.” he looked down at you.

“t-the h-head?”

“the tip amor..” he said chuckling, you spat down on the top, “good.. now work your way up, y’know.. stroke your hand against the skin, use both of your hands if you want to as well..” he said, you nodded your head, hand wrapping around his dick, stroking it slowly. the hand gesture causing him to moan, “fuuck.. so good already..” he said, you watched more of the liquid goo out, you looked up at him, with a small nod for you to take him in, you did so. you swaddled your mouth around the head, kitty licking the tip. your hand still pumping him slowly, without hesitation, you bobbled your head further down, taking up as much as you can from the top.

your tongue worked its way around, swirling around the base, he held onto your head, letting his head fall back while a groan slipped out. “so so good..” he moaned, you felt your stomach and breathing hitch, “t-try going faster.. use both hands if you want to..” he groaned, you nodded your head, “mhm..” within seconds later, you began bobbing your head, before your other hand wrapped around the skin. slowly and tightly, you tugged up and down, he closed his eyes gripping onto your hair. “fuuck.. such a good girl..” he moaned, your bottom hand stroking the bottom of his base as the top stroked him quickly.

he groaned uncontrollably, your mouth doing incredible things you or he himself never knew about, you were now on your fours, he stood up limped. leaning down to slap your ass, causing you to whimper and gag around him, his length pushing deeply into your mouth. the two of you looked at each other at the same time, he groaned seeing your face expressions before he pulled himself away from your mouth. you catched your breath, he picked you up placing you on his lap.

you cupped his cheeks, “we’re not done yet r-right?” you spoke, he shook his head. “shh don’t worry.. i’ll take care of you..” he spoke, his lips resting on yours. you kissed back, your hands tangling in his hair. he turned you around, moving you against the pillows. he caressed your waist, your cheeks warm and red. “y-you have a-a.. c-condom.. right?” as you gazed up at him, he let out a chuckle. retrieving his wallet from your nightstand, you couldn't help but giggle as you watched him unwrap the package. gently caressing your forehead with his thumb, he asked, “are you absolutely sure about this?" you nodded in response.

“m-mhm..” you said, hand resting on his shoulder. he rolled the rubber on him before putting the wrapper on your nightstand, “it’s going to hurt for a bit, okay? scratch or bite me all you want..” he said, you giggled. he smiled and tenderly kissed your forehead as you looked up at him. he then positioned himself in front of you before gently entering you. you arched your back crying out, "shh... shh..." he whispered as he gently held your hand, allowing your hands to intertwine and find comfort against the softness of the sheets.

he completely slid in, your thighs shaking already as your other hand rested on his bicep. he groaned and rested his forehead on top of yours, and tears started to fill up your eyes. “you’re so warm..” he whispered, you breathed shakily. “do you want me to stay like this?" he asked, caressing your cheek. you nodded in agreement, but when he kissed you gently, you didn't quite match the rhythm. you kissed back deeply, lost in your thoughts. your hands cupping his cheeks, he slipped his tongue in, your cheeks blushing while your insides were clenching and drenching with your sliminess.

“y-you can.. m-move..” you hitched out, he penetrated into you slowly, you gasped holding onto his biceps. “spread your legs a little more amor..” he said, you nodded your head, doing what he told you to. your legs parting, he slipped out a few seconds, slamming himself in again. you covered your mouth with the back of your hand, moaning softly. he thrusted slowly again, looking down at you. he leaned closer, caging you in between his hands. all of gavis's words of encouragement felt and sounded muffled. you felt full, your brain couldn't comprehend anything.

as he grasped your waist, he asked, “want me to go faster?” you nodded. “yes... please...” you moaned. he thrust at an increasingly fast pace, causing you to feel louder. “too quick?” he asked, you shook your head. “n-not at all, keep going...” you held his shoulder, he leaned closer shifting his hips at a similar pace.

you cupped his cheeks, he groaned going deep. you moaned loudly, he covered your mouth, “shh.. c..ant wake your friends up.” he said, you nodded moaning uncontrollably into his hand. he slipped his fingers into your mouth, you closed your lips around his digit, sucking against it to prevent your noises from going any louder.

you cried out, the feeling of your stomach tightening like a firework nearly about to explode. you gripped onto his arm, he felt you clamping around him. “close again?” he said, you nodded quickly. tears forming, he halfway pulled out, spitting down onto your clit, he rubbed onto your sensitive pearl. you moaned louder, your other hand gripping onto the sheets nearly about to cum.

“i-i’m going to..” you gasped loudly, and with a moan your orgasm came crashing down, he nearly slipped out, holding onto your waist. you laid on your bed, breathing heavily. he giggled, resting his forehead on yours. “a-are we d-done..” you whispered, he shook his head. your eyes slightly widening, “there’s a few more to go mi niña..” you giggled, arms pulling him closer to you a few inches away from your lips, kissing him. he smiled against your lips, one hand coming up to cup his cheek.

little did you both know the kiss went from a cute moment to another heated minute.

his lips traveled down south to your neck, you leaned your head back, holding onto his head. his lips kissing and leaving love bites and even marks, he began to paint your neck as if you were his own canvas. he groaned when your fingers touched down to his abs and to his pelvis. you whimpered once his free hand gropped your breast. he pulled away chuckling, “how pretty..”

he grabbed one of your pillows, you looked at him confused, “okay lift your back off the bed..” he said, you did what you were told. he ruffled it, placing it under your back. "what are you doing.." you whispered. he gently lifted both of your legs, placing them on each of his shoulders. as you looked up at him, he reassured you, "trust me on this, you won't regret it at all." you furrowed your brows in uncertainty before nodding your head in agreement.

he placed a small kiss on your temple, he pushed himself in. you looked at him, he kissed you deeply. your lips responding back, he slowly thrusted into you. you felt him everywhere in your walls at the deepest angles, he thrusted at a rapid speed out of the blue causing you to moan loudly. he smirked, “g-gavi!” you cried out between your pleasured noises. he looked down at you, before thrusting deeper. you were on the verge of screaming when he discovered that spot. you gripped onto the sheets, moaning loudly.

your noises increasing everytime he thrusted at a tremendous speed. you struggled to keep your eyes open, they slightly rolled back at the delicious pace. “doing so good mi niña..” he leaned down to you, kissing your forehead, being pushed deeper he thrusted crazily into your g-spot. your calves now on his shoulders, “o-oh my g-gosh!” you cried out, gripping onto the sheets. he wrapped his arm under your lower back, throwing the pillow across your bed.

picking you up, he thrusted harshly and sloppily into you, you gripped onto his biceps, screaming already in pleasure. “f-feels good, huh?” he groaned loudly, breathing heavily in between his words. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, he gripped onto your ass tightly and harsh. for sure leaving a mark, you cried out. “y-yes! s-so g-good!” you teared up. he felt closer everytime you would clench and nearly fell, “holy shit i’m about t-¡joder!” he came inside the condom, you cupped his cheek, caressing the back of his neck.

he softly smiled, you giggled breathlessly. your legs coming down, wrapping around his waist. “surprised at your flexibility..” he said, you giggled. “that’s a secret mister..” you spoke giggling. “hmmm..one more round?” he spoke, you looked at him biting your lip while smiling cheekily, head nodding yes. he held onto your back, walking to the bed. he laid on the bed, sitting up. you slowly got off him, sitting on your knees infront of him.

before even sliding yourself in, you slowly pulled the condom off him carefully, tieing a knot. “wait y/n!” you got up quickly tossing it in your trash-can, “what are you doing..” he said, you crawled on to your bed, giggling your hand wrapped around his member. “wanting to feel you even better..” you spoke, “a-are you even sure about this?” he stuttered in shock, hearing those unexpected words from you. your head nodded, “mhm.. i’ll just go to the store later and get plan b pills..” you said, your hand moving away.

you climbed on his lap, leaning yourself closer. sinking down, your back arching slightly shivering. he groaned feeling you tighten, you immediately burried your face onto his neck blushing. he chuckled, “want me to help you out on this?” he said, “mhm..” you muffled out, he caressed your shoulder. “rock your hips back and forth..don’t bounce yet.” he said, you nodded your head as you started to grind slowly against him. he groaned, “just exactly like that..” he said, you wrapped your arms around him levering yourself up, he smiled.

you rested your forehead on his, blinking tiredly. you kissed him, his lips responding back to the kiss as the two of you made out passionately, while you were perfectly busy stuffing yourself in for more. both of your lips glued on each other, breathlessly panting not wanting to let go, love.. you thought.

you cupped his cheeks, your chest sweaty and sticking against his. gavi held your waist guiding you through, slipping his tongue yet again into your mouth, were you and him happened to tongue fight. you whimpered in his mouth, he pulled away from your lips. “fuck, you’re doing so amazing.. try going a bit faster now..” he said, you nodded your head. your hips began to move on themselves quickly, causing you to moan increasingly. he groaned loudly, squeezing your ass. you gripped onto his shoulder, attempting to move quicker than you were.

“fuck!” you cried out, he held onto your breast, kneading with it. “i-i feel t-tingly..!” you said, starting to bounce on him. he groaned loudly, slapping your ass. tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. he laid his back against the pillows, you leaned closer holding onto the bassinet. you were so fucked and enjoying every single little thing, his stomach slowly tightening feeling himself close yet again. lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking gently onto your nipple. your hands fidgeting anywhere on his skin.

“i-i cant a-anymore!” you said, your vision going white. a scream leaving your throat. your movement’s stopped, gavi came inside you, walls clamping down. “you squirted everywhere for your first time..” he laughed breathlessly, you fell on his chest, nearly about to pass out from exhaustion.

he stood up, you looked at him, “y-you’re leaving?” he spoke, he shook his head. “where are your blankets?” he spoke, you pointed at the closet. he opened the closet, placing the blanket in your basket for your unwashed clothes. he found another blanket, attempting to stand up, you limped. he fixed your bed, he turned around, looking down at you.

“hm?” he said, you shook your head. “can’t really walk..” you mumbled, he chuckled. “come, sit on the bed.” you limped, holding onto the bed before sitting down. he found his boxers, placing them back on. you laid on the bed, eyes nearly closing. “hey.. sit up..” he said, you sat up. “alright, hands up..” he spoke, you raised your hands up, placing the shirt above you. he fixed it, you crawled to your bed. laying back down, falling asleep. gavi chuckled, turning your lights off as he walked over to the other side, laying down.

he pulled you closer to him, your head snuggling onto his chest. sleeping deeply.

the sun shined through the white curtains, deep asleep. gavi was already up, looking at your sleeping state. you breathed shakily, gavi pulling you closer. you woke up, “hey..” he whispered, you smiled lazily. “hi..” you mumbled, “you’re still here?” you whispered, he nodded. “i didn’t want to leave you at all.. you’re too sweet y/n..” he spoke, you nodded your head, fighting back the sleep. “have my roomates woke up?” you said, he nodded. “yeah, we haven’t been caught yet..” he spoke, you giggled. he kissed your lips, you kissed back, your thigh rested on his hipbone. fingers gazing across your skin, causing you to giggle. he bit your bottom lip, a small whimper slipping out, “be my girlfriend..” he whispered.

you looked up at him, “really?..” you said quietly, he nodded his head, you saw the pink flush spreading through his cheeks. “yes, i want to be your girlfriend..” you said, he kissed you again. you kissed back, your hand resting on his chest. lost in the kiss, you levitated yourself onto his lap. he held onto your waist, still kissing you. you pulled away, giggling, “i still need my pills by the way.”

[justwinginglife]

Helooooo!! can I please request Soshiro finally introducing his fiance to his Father and Brother? Or maybe they're already married and have a kid and they went to introduce the child!💕💕

Loud Love

Soshiro hadn’t shut up since you agreed to marry him.

He was always a talker, but your engagement to him sent him into a perpetual state of gleeful frenzy. 

He’d wake up everyday and immediately snuggle closer to you, murmuring how lucky he was over and over again. He’d brush his teeth, mouth filled with foam, and gush about how excited he was to marry you. He’d pick out his outfit for the day then ask you a million times what you thought you’d wear on the wedding day. You responded by telling him it was a secret to which he’d pout but then he’d grin and say “Okay baby, I can wait for you.”

And you were sure your friends and your coworkers were sick of him skipping around, drunk on love, as he told literally anyone and everyone who walked by that you were his fiancee. He talked of nothing else and everyone was done with it but you.

Okonogi, as sweet and as caring as she was, had already scolded the two of you many times, telling you to get a room before she barfed. She had even slapped Hoshina with a rolled up newspaper when he asked her if she’d help you pick out lingerie for the wedding night and then secretly tell him what you’d gotten. She said she absolutely did not want to know what you were going to wear when you got freaky with the Vice Captain. 

Shinonome had always been jealous that Hoshina was so much more verbal of his love than Narumi was, but after hearing him word-vomit for hours on end about how much he was obsessed with you, she was glad Narumi wasn’t a talker. 

Nakanoshima held out the longest- she was used to crazy antics, having usually been the one perpetuating them. But at some point, even she thought that Hoshina was way too down bad for you. “Is it even possible for someone to be that love crazy?? It’s not natural.” 

But you thought he was perfect. You thought it was so cute that when the mail carrier dropped by with packages, Soshiro dragged you over so he could show you off to the guy before he signed off on the packages, exclaiming “Isn’t my fiancee such a beauty??” (of course, when the guy agreed with him, Soshiro then proceeded to protectively pull you closer to him, saying “Yeah, but you can’t have her, she’s mine”). And when the takeout guy delivered your food, when the cab driver came to pick you up, Soshiro did the same exact thing, over and over again. He just couldn’t stop parading you around. He was in love, and this was how he showed it. 

He was so high on happiness, that even when he had to work, when he had to fight, his adoration and devotion continued. He’d walk right up to a Kaiju and say, “Now, the love of my life is going to kill you now, but it’s okay because it’s an honor to be killed by someone so gorgeous. I mean, I’d die by her hands too.” Then you’d bash its core in, giggling like a schoolgirl and he’d admire your handiwork, showering you with compliments about your form and your talent. 

Eventually, Captain Ashiro gave you both a week off of work, just to save the base from the cheesy, flirty banter the two of you so publicly displayed, so frequently. Even she had grown tired of the lovey-dovey routine, happy as she was for you both, and she hoped you’d take this small vacation far, far away from the rest of them. Give them a bit of respite, so that they could still like you when you came back. 

Soshiro took this golden opportunity as a chance to take you back to his hometown. He wanted to show you where he grew up, and to introduce you to his family. He’d even made preparations so his brother, the Captain of the Sixth Division, would be home to meet you. He was beyond excited, even “ecstatic” didn’t begin to cover the extent of his feelings. 

He couldn’t sit still through the train ride. At first, he tried to- he snuggled up to you and rested his head on your shoulder, letting the train shift you back and forth against him. But then he wanted to show you the view as they got closer and closer to his town and he’d run back and forth across both sides of the train car to point out different sights to you. And then eventually he got so giddy he couldn’t sit back down anymore, he would just hum to himself as he paced beside you. You weren’t surprised, you’d been with him in bed, you knew how much energy he had. He was like a little golden retriever and you adored him for it. 

Finally, you arrived at your destination. 

You thought that he would be in a rush to take you to his family, but to your surprise, he wanted to give you the entire tour of his town first. He showed you the tree he had tried and failed to climb when he was younger, breaking his arm when he hit the ground wrong. He had been scared it wouldn’t heal right and he’d never be able to wield a sword properly again. He showed you his favorite places to train, his favorite places to run away to and avoid his family, his favorite places to hangout. You met all his neighbors, you met the owner of a convenience store that Soshiro frequented a lot when he was younger, you even met Soshiro’s barber (and thanked him for making your fiance look adorable every single time). 

With all this socializing, you felt you had to be prepared to meet his family now, you were already in the groove of things. But as you stood at the doors to the Hoshina manor, you felt your nerves seeping in. You remembered how Soshiro would tell you that his father had wanted him to give up on joining the Defense Force because it wasn’t logical. If he didn’t bless this union, if he didn’t see a future for the two of you, would he ask you to give up Soshiro? He’d have to suffer through his disappointment if he did, because you would never give Soshiro up. You were selfish, you couldn’t live without him. And you were greedy enough to hope he couldn’t live without you either. 

So you took him by the hand, hopes and dreams piled high, as you stepped into his childhood home. You could face anything, as long as he was beside you. 

He must’ve felt the uneasiness weighing you down, because he pressed a kiss to your hand, whispering, “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

His parents are the first to greet you (they explain that Soichiro will be joining later).

They welcome you more warmly than you imagined they would, and it allows you some slight respite from your fears, your breath coming more naturally to you now.

You notice he got his looks from his mom, and presumably his strength and his skill from his dad. As you talk with them more, you discover his skill actually mainly came from sparring with his brother, and his stubbornness was a result of losing those spars with his brother. 

You wish you could’ve seen little Soshiro, sulking after another lost round, demanding for a rematch over and over until his body ached. You’ve only ever known cocky Soshiro, smug Soshiro. Soshiro, who was never unsure that he’d prevail in a fight. Soshiro, who was never afraid to challenge those who were supposedly better than him, butting heads with even the famous Captain of the First Division. Soshiro, who upon first seeing you, immediately began pursuing you with a frightening amount of fervor. Or it would have been frightening if it had been anyone but you; in actuality, you thought his passion and intensity were endearing, or at the very least, intriguing. You couldn’t wait to see what he had up his sleeve next. And he kept entertaining you every single day until that entertainment became fondness and that fondness became love. 

And now, here you were, begging his parents to like you, to accept you, to bless your union. You knew it was usually the man asking the woman’s family for their blessing, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to reassure the Hoshinas that you would take care of him. You would love him all your days. You would treat him the way he deserved, and support him the way that he needed. You wouldn’t just move mountains for him, you’d move solar systems. You needed them to know that, and you needed him to know that.

So, as Soshiro and his parents enjoyed their tea, you thought you’d take advantage of the silence. 

“I love your son.” You blurted out, causing everyone at the table to turn to you. “I love him more than anyone ever has or ever will. I love him so much it hurts, I love him so much that the hurting is blissful. I love him more than I did yesterday and the day before, and tomorrow I’ll love him more than I do today. I love him in this universe and every other one. I love who he was, who he is, and who he will be. I love every version of him, every detail of him, everything that there is to love- I love it all. I love him so much that I came here, with hopes high, even despite my fears, to meet you all. Because I want to know him more. Because I want to love who he loves. And if you could find it in your hearts to allow me the privilege of marrying your son, I’ll love him to the ends of the earth and back and never stop. And if you somehow don’t approve of our marriage, I want you to know that I’ll keep on loving him regardless. I love him so much that I don’t physically know how to stop. And I’d never choose to stop. I’d choose him in a million lifetimes, without a second’s hesitation, without a single doubt in my mind, he’s the one for me. So. Anyway. Please let me marry your son.”

You ramble and you ramble, but suddenly, as you’re nearing the end of your rant, you find your confidence stumbling. You’ve said too much and you’re hoping they’ll still hear you out. You wonder if they stopped listening after the first few sentences. You wonder if Soshiro is embarrassed. You wonder if you’re brave enough to look at him. You’re not. You pick at your fingers and stare into your cup of tea, waiting for someone, for anyone to break the silence. 

“Well, I think that pretty much covers everything. Sounds like you’re a lucky guy, Soshiro.” A voice from behind splits the silence. You all turn to see Soichiro Hoshina sauntering towards you, excited to join in on the conversation. He grins from ear to ear as he slaps Soshiro on the back and ruffles his hair, calling him “little bro,” to which Soshiro responds by shoving him away, grumbling. 

With him here, and having so publicly approved of your little love declaration, his parents seem to relax more. They speak their agreement and your hands finally stop shaking. 

You did it. You got their blessing. And you also earn yourself the most loving gaze Soshiro has ever bestowed on you in the process. He squeezes your hand as he continues beaming at you. The man is practically overflowing with love for you and now it’s evident for everyone else to see. 

His family exchanges fond glances with each other before finally offering up their congratulations and best wishes to you both. 

His adoration gives you the confidence to say what you’ve been thinking for a long time now, and you’re so glad you can finally say it.

“God, I’m so excited to be a Hoshina.”

[jymwahuwu]

Can't stop thinking about Neuvillette & Furina & maid reader, Neuvillette disciplines you and Furina <3

CW: spanking, spoilers about 4.2 archon quest and story quest

Now it's Neuvillette who arranges for Furina's clothing, food, and housing, right? Even though Furina has years of savings, I don't believe Neuvillette wouldn't take the initiative to give Furina pocket money. Furina resigned from her position at Hydro Archon and moved into an apartment. Meanwhile Neuvillette was still worried about her, knowing that she might not be used to it. Neuvillette has sent a trustworthy maid to her side to take care of her. That's you!! Taking care of Lady Furina is not a hard job. She is sweet and funny, like a child sometimes. You two are not in the palace now, so there is not such a formal and strict atmosphere.

You prepare cakes, desserts and do housework for Furina. She likes to go shopping or stay at home. She now has all the time in the world to read Steambird newspapers, fashion magazines, detective novels (even romance novels). Furina sometimes helps you cook desserts and bake - cleaning and wiping windows are still not her strong points though. Picture two girls playing or giggling while baking in the kitchen. Furina licks the cream from your face and kisses you. She'll also shake your arm and talk to you about years of loneliness and sadness. You always touched her head and wiped away her tears.

But - over time you just had too much fun. One day Neuvillette thought it necessary to go and visit Lady Furina and you. Iudex greeted the two ladies and walked into the room carrying his cane. His eyes looked around the apartment at the high-calorie takeaway food that had not yet been cleaned. Some dust on the floor and windows. Clothes thrown everywhere. Furina stood up in panic like a kitten, raised an awkward smile, and greeted Neuvillette. You immediately started cleaning, but Neuvillette held up a hand to stop you, and your stomach dropped. Help. Somehow you feel like kids whose parents caught you making a mess in the house.

"I… have no objection to you experiencing life… but that doesn't mean the house should be so dirty, right?" Neuvillette called out Lady Furina and your name in a low voice.

Neuvillette put you on his lap, lifted up your maid lace skirt, pulled down your panties, and started slapping your ass. Tingling. Those slaps deliver painful shocks to your ass. You were grateful that he only used his hands and not his cane or any other tool. Tears blur your vision. Furina explained anxiously, trying to stop him from ravaging your ass. "No. No- Neuvillette, she's a good maid!! I was the one who told her not to clean up the house because we had to play games together!!"

"Then you're next, Lady Furina." That gave her a wince - getting spanked like before? Can't he take a break from being so decent?

Eventually both of your butts are swollen from the spanking. Neuvillette comforts you and reveals the original purpose- limited edition cakes!! You sit uncomfortably on your chairs and chew the cake. Fortunately, Iudex is not the kind of person who likes to embarrass others. And after knowing him for so many years, the two of you relaxed from the tense atmosphere and started cleaning up the house together. He even helped clean up with water elements.

Hm…next time you two think about the consequences before you indulge yourself.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

TALK TO THE DOVES (IX)

|| COV MASTERLIST || NEXT: CHAPTER X ||

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

WORDCOUNT: 4.7k

WARNINGS: Angst, strained familial relationships, crying, mentions of suicide, I can finally I can say we have fluff & hurt/comfort y'all, etc.

A/N: Surprise, the MC finally gets her nickname

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

“Tell me about the,” your mother pauses, looking at you as you sit at the dinner table for supper. She’d made a hearty meal—stacks and food piled high on the long, polished wood. Her throat clears. “The years. How is school? Keeping up with classes?” 

“Yeah,” you mutter, your plate holding all the items it had started with. Alex was drying the dishes, of his own volition, you have to add, across the room while Gaz took a long sip of water from his cup. The Sergeant leans against the island and tries to look like he’s not listening, tapping his foot on the floor in steady intervals. “It’s good. You?”

Your mom frowns, setting down her utensils with a clink. Alex hums a song under his breath and sets a dry pan on the counter. 

Eyes darting to the open patio curtains, you stare out across the estate, your estate, before your mother brings you back in with a strained sigh. She’s watching you—gaze hard on your face but not once do you look into her with anything other than a brief glance.

“I’ve been talking with Mr. Ramsey,” she says like she’s reading the newspaper.

Kyle and you both go rigid at the name. 

It’s only after you get over the slap to your face that you take a shallow breath, blinking quickly. “My…professor?” 

“Mhm.” Clearing her throat, she takes the glass of water from the table and sips slowly. The scent of her perfume—citrus and wool—invades your nostrils even if she’s a good few feet away on the opposite end. Horrible, and evoking memories like no other. It suddenly makes you sick to be in the same room as her. “I asked him to keep up on you while I was away at work.” A pause. “Hector too.” 

A sharp gasp is twisting in your throat. You think you stop breathing entirely.

“Now, before you go and act like you usually do,” hands clench and start to shake. “I really need you to understand—you’re my daughter, and you’ve lost your father; I lost a husband. Without all of,” her hands shrug, “this going on, I still wanted you to be looked after while I…tried to fix myself. I needed my work, but I needed my girl to be safe too.”

Inside of your sockets, your eyes twitch, staring blankly into her neck and the expensive jewelry she wears as if the glimmering will give you an answer as to what had brought this along. Her logic wasn’t what bothered you—caring about your child is natural. 

But yours was a special case. Because by her logic…she knew about…You make a small wheezing noise in your chest involuntarily.

Alex has stopped drying; Gaz widely side-eyes the interaction, fancy glass stalled at his lips. 

“Now,” your mom smiles easily, body burning with pride. “With that out of the way, back to you—let's maybe get some wine from the cellar? We can sit in the library and talk like old times. I remember your father’s bottle of—”

“Cellar’s empty,” you push back from the table and stalk off. “Enjoy your supper.” 

“Erm,” she stares after in shock, face pulling in while her neck’s vein pops. “Sweetheart? Please, let’s not fight. I just want to know what you’ve been up to—I’m worried, you seem exactly the same as when I first left...”

You walk and disappear out the back door, not leaving the estate, no, just…going. Gaz makes a small huff of air from his nose and lightly jogs after you; exiting the house just as the door’s about to slip back closed. 

Walking a short while, you push through the willow trees near the back pond and plop to the long grassy ground. 

Gaz sighs into the dark area, scanning the shadows. He wants to tell you that you both shouldn’t be here, but you’re already reclining back on your hands with your legs popping out ahead of you; the water ripples in the moonlight.

A small silence echoes like mute steel. 

“Should have known,” you end up muttering under your breath. “Figures.” 

Hec had been your mother’s bug, Mr. Rasmey, that ass of a professor, too. Why did it have to be Hector? The one…the one damn person it would hurt to have it be. 

You can’t even find the energy to cry, you just fold your arms and lay back, scalp grinding away plush greenery as it digs into the earth. 

“She seems to only have good intentions, yeah?” Gaz coughs, unable to stay completely silent in this instance. His anger still simmered, but…well…it wouldn’t be fair to keep you isolated if you insisted on pulling away from everyone else. That wasn’t who he was.

He supposed he was the only one able to get any sort of reaction now. “Just because there were extra tasks didn’t make Hector’s feelings any less fake, Ma’am.”

“Back to ‘Ma’am’ now?” You huff, brows loose and sullen. 

Kyle stares before his browns begin to soften on the edges. He looks to the ground before sighing and walking a few steps forward, easily stooping down and sitting beside you—a good few feet away. The Sergeant takes off his hat and places it on the ground beside him, running a hand over his hair and rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, what else would I call you?”

“I don’t know,” you stare at the wisps of the willows. “Idiot?” You say lower, “Mental?” 

The man’s eyes lightly flinch at that. 

“That wasn’t…” he begins, clenching his jaw in guilt. “I said some things I shouldn't have and I—”

“I’m sorry.” 

The world sills and a gentle breeze makes the trees speak for you as the shock lays waste to the sinews of your throats. 

It’s as if the words had taken what little resolve you had and shattered it entirely. The back of your eyes burns. 

“I’m sorry, Kyle.” You say it again and fold your elbow over your mouth as it quivers. “M’sorry.” Again, again, again, until a small break in your voice makes you go quiet again—you shove your flesh over your face, eyes narrowed with tears you refuse to let fall. 

Gaz’s face is open with delicate concern, chest tight and fingers so frozen he could pull the trigger on a rifle and nail a shot with little effort. Did he even have a heartbeat? 

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you hiccup, not able to stop now that it’s started. “And everything hurts. I-It’s all spinning so fast I don’t know who I am, but I know that you’re right and it burns.” 

He’s taking you by the shoulders and grappling you into his arms. 

His touch has the same feeling as when he’d panicked at seeing your blood in your father’s office, pulled you in, and set you down on the couch. A tight and firm hold of skin and fabric; of a care that goes bone-deep and calls to this man’s nature—a gentle love for the protection of all innocent people. 

Your face finds the dip of his neck, hands wrapping his waist. It had been so long since you’d wanted to hug someone. Your mother didn’t count, no, right now you needed someone you hate to fix this. 

And there was no one better.

You hang off of Gaz’s shirt and he places a hand on the back of your head, lightly keeping you to him as you shake and lean into his chest. He curves over you slightly, as if shielding you as he did at the park—but there were no bullets here, no great boom of guns being fired, or rapid footsteps at your heels. 

There was no deteriorating room with peeling wallpaper; chairs and the scrape of a bag over your head. 

It was just the willows, the pond, and the two enemies. 

“It hurts,” you sob into Kyles's neck, and his lips thin as he pulls you to him tighter. “God, it always hurts, and I’m so tired of it. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat; I don’t feel good anymore. I don’t even remember what it’s like t-to wake up and feel happy that I did.”

“It’s okay,” Gaz mumbles. “Hey, it’s going to be alright, yeah? Just breathe with me.” 

Your words are garbled and wet, you breathe in shuddering gasps. It’s ugly, your crying, it gives you a headache, but not once do those hands leave from around you. 

“I don’t want to keep feeling like this, Gaz.” Fingers digging into his shirt, you have to wonder if he’s repulsed by you—you’d been so rude to him, so uncaring and blunt. 

But how else were you supposed to act? 

The Sergeant may not have pulled the trigger, but he was there. He was there…and he had apologized for his part. 

This was not forgiveness, but it was the only thing you could offer anymore.

You nuzzle your face deeper into Kyle’s neck, limp and still feeling tears being expelled from your eye sockets; lids firmly closed. It’s in a brief second of the still-air between another sob that you hear him speak again. 

Gaz’s eyes stare off at the mansion behind you as he breathes in silent puffs, heart beating quickly and his pulse hammering. This was beyond what he had expected from you, but that didn’t change the fact that what you were saying made his mouth tight and his face crease.

He knew it was bad, but…

“You’re afraid of me.” The thought hadn’t left him since the blow-up in the hallway. It’s said in a whisper, finally bringing to light the fact he already knew. The sarcasm as a defense, the biting comments, sneaking away and not trusting him. He already understood it on the second day you’d officially met.

Your tears wet his clothes, sticking them to his heated skin as your breath creates condensation. You shake so bad that it becomes apparent it’s not only from your mind breaking. 

It’s because you’re close to him. 

Brown eyes widen, and he glances down at your head in pain, yet even so your hands keep him to you like a bear, panting and near hysterical. 

“I just want,” you confess, his fingers heavy across your spine as the willows rustle. “I just want it all to stop.” 

You shouldn’t be here—not like this. Not with him.

But, dammit, being anywhere else is even worse.

“Easy, Sweetheart,” Kyle speaks quickly, accent deep on his smooth tone. “I’m going to get you through this. It’ll end, I promise you. Nothing that’s goin’ on is permanent.” 

He’s hesitant to do more, not wanting to step any boundaries, but you’re still not calming down; three years of heartbreak spilling out like a broken vase. Kyle’s head finds the side of yours, and while you involuntarily flinch, you don’t pull away. 

You sniffle and suck down tiny, quick breaths.

“Listen to my pulse, Love. C’mon, now.” His hand on the back of your skull twitches its fingers into small circles, the other pulling you farther up. “I know you like me being quiet,” he jokes, but still serious. “So I’ll save you the trouble of focusing on my voice. Right there in my neck…you feel it?”

You shiver, face on fire. Silently, you do as he says. 

You listen for it, his pulse, searching as you focus on just that. Not the man and his arms, not the squish of his chest or how you feel so warm by the strength in his biceps, but by the way it calms you. Searching. Being in control of yourself. 

You find those rapid beats after a moment, eyes tight closed and lungs heaving. The grass sways around your forms and Gaz swallows the saliva in his throat to ease himself further. His eyes close, taking a deep breath that you missed in your study of his blood. 

The stubble on his cheeks itches your scalp.

“That’s it,” Kyle whispers, sensing your breath slowing. The tension gradually slipped away. “There we are, you’re doing great.” 

When all is said and done, you’re limp in his grip, forehead on his shoulder, and Kyle’s chin atop your head. The breeze is slow like a sigh and overhead the sounds of kingfishers and the swans that live near the pond gradually return in the silence broken only by far-separated inhales. 

You blaze with a special type of shame for this, but you’re too tired to try and move. So, so, tired. Staying there, you let his grip keep you up, eyes stuck in the dark grip of his compression shirt as you don’t think—don’t fight it. 

It pained you to realize, but your mother’s hug dulled in comparison to this. 

Kyle confines you to his body, his lungs pushing his chest into yours, hands unyielding and steady; with that pulse still in your ear you sense the way he really feels, heart fluttering still rapid. Atop your head the chin, not digging into your scalp but instead turning in such a way as to follow the curve of your skull as if an eagle’s beak pulling at her mate’s form. 

His nose releases a slow sigh. 

“I’ll be here as long as you need me,” Gaz mutters. “Just say the word, yeah?”

The comments bring a bitter bite to your eye—another sting—but you keep it at bay. You have to. The hitch in your breath gives enough away, though.

“You can cry, Spitfire.” You shake once more, a deadly shiver running the length of your spine which the man rubs up and down. “You can cry in front of me. Hell, bloody cry whenever you want.” Kyle hums in his throat. “You’ve earned it. Fuck, you’ve earned it.”

The second round of tears is far more subdued than the first—quiet gasps and weak limbs. It only makes your head pound worse, the onset headache promising to be a big one. This one was reactionary; instinctual. 

It just…had to happen. 

And Gaz is there through all of it. He doesn’t pack up a bag and leave the country, he doesn’t pretend like it’s not happening—he stays. It is both something that makes you grow a new sense of him, and ends up pushing the knife deeper. 

Out of everyone, it just had to be him, didn’t it?

Voice raspy, crackling more than dry bark, you speak as your grip on his shirt lessons.

“Spitfire?” Kyle stills, releasing a tiny breath of relief that you seemed to be calming down for good this time.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat lightly, glancing down at you under him. “Guessed it would fit…Ma’am doesn't have quite the ring to it, eh?” 

Against the current situation, you force out a soft chuff. 

“...You good with it, then?” Your brain is mush, and Gaz seems to pick up on it. “We’ll, uh, we’ll get back to it, Love. Let’s get you inside.”

He makes a motion to pull away but in a display that no one foresaw, your arms constrict like a vice around him. 

Gaz freezes, feeling the hidden strength in your quivering limbs and how your face is hiding itself away even more fervently. You’re too embarrassed to look, to say anything. 

But he was so warm, and his hands felt nice; just like they had room, or even when they had pressed to your mouth in the back alley when this all started. 

Kind.

God, his hands were kind.

Kyle blinks in the darkness, the encompassing willow trees acting as a silent sentinel to this phenomenon. “Okay,” he says, low-like. When your grip doesn’t ease, he reassures, “I’m staying, Spitfire.”

You go limp once more, a shuddering sigh ripping out of your mouth. Gaz has to stay a twitch of his lips, a soft look spreading into his eyes as he huffs. Inside, he grasps for that small string of hope and pulls on it, wondering if this was when he walks back from the knife edge and can truly fix things. 

A relationship can only be mended by the two people involved in it. If you could call this anything more than a dependency, that is.

“I should never have said what I did,” Kyle relays, knowing it was his time to reach out. You listen silently, drained. “A…at least not the way I said it. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m sorry, too. Lost my temper.” He chuckles after a moment. “Didn’t think you’d be able to do that to me, honestly.” 

In a second of contemplation, Gaz moves his head back and brings his hands up to your cheeks, shifting your face back from his shoulder entirely soaked and soggy. 

“I’m sorry.” He says it with no intention of making you look into his eyes, but the action itself makes it seem sincere and honest. Your red-veined eyes stay at his neck, gazing at his bobbing Adam’s apple. “I need you to know that I mean it.” 

Kyle’s thumbs go and swipe the tear tracks, spreading them away with firm attention. He spares a small chuckle. 

“I’ll be honest, I felt like a proper arse after all of that. I don’t like yelling when I don’t have to.” He sighs. “Certainly not at you. Not after everything.”

You let him grab at his shirt sleeve and mutter a small, “Here,” pressing the fabric along your chin to catch the last drops. Silent, you just blink. 

Kyle’s concern peeks back in. 

“...Nothing to say, Spitfire? Makin’ me nervous.” Face only holding blood and no longer tears, you shrug blankly after a moment. 

“Don’t have anything to tell,” you utter weakly, licking your lips as Gaz’s hands fall lightly away—one on the other side of your hip and the other near his. You itch at your neck slowly. “M’tired.” 

“No shame in it,” the Sergeant whispers, eyelids half-tilted. “You want to go in now, Love?” 

Again, you only shrug, looking into Gaz’s chest with eyes far away. Already the internal walls were trying to build themselves back up; capitalize on the silence to spread poison-coated oil in the moat—light an angry fire with flame-coated arrows. 

You feel utterly alone.

Kyle stays silent as you close your eyes and listen to the trees speak to each other, those little birds on the breeze dancing with wingbeats. Your father would take you out here often, not to impart his unending wisdom like some old man, but just to listen. Listen to nature; the simple parts of everyday life removed from the expectations and pressure. 

Water, the ruffling of feathers, and the trees.

My Little Love. 

But he wasn’t a good man.

“I found a USB,” you open your eyes, locking eyes with Gaz and telling yourself not to flinch backward. He blinks at you twice in surprise, body stilling as he looks back. 

Those browns and ambers melt into a concoction of memory—flecks of green tiny and barely noticeable from a large distance; but you two were relatively close at the moment. Your lungs go tight, fingers twitching as you wrap the limbs around your waist loosely. Kyle watches with apprehension, eyes flicking away for a moment at the weight behind this. 

“Say again?” He asks, gaze traveling back slowly only to see you still waiting to meet his eyes. The man holds it this time, clearing his throat against the hitch in his breath. “Are you sure you’re alright—”

“I kept it in my jacket pocket when you took the journal and the laptop.” You interrupt, eyes darting away quickly to look over his shoulder before the panic you feel in your gut spreads to your brain. “I don’t care, I can’t figure out the password—I’ll…I’ll just give it to you when I get back inside.”

There’s a black flash across the pond and as you lock onto the stray cat’s form, those silent paws padding to the water’s edge, Kyle gapes at you; jaw loose as he misses it. Yet the animal doesn't get water, doesn't even stoop down. It watches.

Silent, no hissing. 

Eyes like forests blink, a tail flicks, its head tilted, and then it turns and disappears back into the bushes like it was never there in the first place.

Kyle gets over his shocked confusion at your sudden willingness to confess to him.

“I…I’ll look into that,” he itches at his scarred cheek. “Thank you.” 

You scoff tinily, without venom. If you were a snake, he’d have said you had your fangs cut out. It’s pathetic, you know, how eagerly you want to get this off your chest—all of it. So you don’t stop. 

“Hector was just about the only person who was there for me after Dad…” You lick your lips. “You know. He…he made it better, or, at least, he tried to. I know you think that I’m overreacting to this, but—”

“Negative,” Kyle whispered, body loose and giving you his full attention. “I wouldn’t say that. Wouldn’t even think it.” 

“Then I guess you’d be the only one.” Your hand runs up and down your face, rubbing away the invisible blood. You mumble through flesh. “I shouldn’t be talking to you, Kyle.”

He huffs and tilts his head. “I’m not a bad listener, y’know? Talk all you want, if it bothered me, I’d tell you.” 

“It’s not about it bothering you.” Falling back into the usual bickering, you have to internally reel yourself back in. 

His body heat grounds you—latches on like hands. So starved for affection, all it had taken was one damn hug to entirely break you open like a cardboard castle; tears shed, and whispered words. 

How weak were you? 

Kyle hums, seeing the inner conflict. He could taste it on his tongue. 

“Go on,” he utters, accent lacing the words with patience. You shiver and drop your hands. 

Very.

“He,” your throat closes. “After the first year, I needed something to latch onto—some semblance of normal life. Hector was a constant face, one that was open and kind to me. Hell,” you look to the side, gritting your teeth weakly. “He gave me free food for weeks when he realized I wasn’t even eating anymore. Distracted me from falling back into a hole again. And to find out that after everything, he wasn’t not only doing it because he wanted to….but that my mother knew the entire time and…and,” you strangle down a whimper, the next sentence breathless with utter pain. 

“She didn’t even come back?” 

Kyle’s eyes break, lips pulling tight, before looking down. How many people were going to fail you, he asked himself. Him included.

The soldier thinks back to that small room and your terrified eyes—the blood and the boom of the rifle fired by Row from the corner. No definitive answers, a suicide, and names that led to nowhere. 

Everyone who had ever claimed to love you had stabbed you in the heart over and over again, and in that act, you’d decided to rip those blades out yourself and wield them like a shield. 

“When’s the last time you had a break, Love?” He speaks softly, gazing over your face and strangling down his anger at the people in your life—at the mansion itself; an entire metaphor for everything down to the closed curtains and the dusty corners. 

You blink back to the Brit’s neck, clenching and unclenching your fingers, eyes unfocused. 

“I mean a real one. Took off of Uni, just…forgot about all of it?” 

“If I didn't have college to focus on,” you confess, shaking your head. “I don’t even think I’d be…” 

As you trail, Kyle takes in a sharp breath with his heart jerking to a halt inside of his chest. 

After a moment of his digging eyes, he whispers, strained, “It’s okay. I understand.” 

“Yeah,” your body shifts, pushing past the topic quickly. “Yeah. Good.” 

The silence falls again, but there’s a different air to this one. Kyle doesn’t look away, not for a long, long time. 

“Why did you do it?” The words sneak out of your lips, face twisted up. “Please, Kyle.” You lightly shake your head from side to side, defeated down to your marrow. “All I’m asking you is why.” 

The Brit grits his teeth, glaring at the ground at his side. 

Why? How could he answer that? Nothing he says would bring you comfort—make this make sense. None of this made sense. 

But he can’t not answer you. 

Call him weak for that, not as durable as he thought he was, but you’re suffering—mind a mess of barbed wire and dark phantoms. There’s a weight on your shoulders that he can feel, had been feeling. For all of his opinions on your attitude, you didn’t deserve to live like this—that much was obvious. 

It was not in his nature to be needlessly cruel. 

Kyle stares at your shoulder as he answers, you, in turn, let your eyes slip the tightness of his face; near to one another in a way you’d both never believed you’d experience. 

“I don’t know,” Gaz admits with a single tilt of his chin your way as if to apologize. “Pressure. Duty. That’s all shite, I know, but…but I thought I was going down the only path available. It’s not a bloody excuse.” The man speaks earnestly, without faltering. “He was never supposed to die, Love. Never. That doesn’t make it better, but it’s the truth. You were never supposed to see that, and everything that’s gone on, I share the blame in. And that’s something I’ll take to my damn grave regretting every chance I’m able.” He closes his mouth for a moment, and carefully he shifts to grasp your arm. When you don’t move away, he ends with utter conviction. “None of this is your fault. None.”

You take a large shaky breath, mind a mess of information. But you feel lighter than you had in ages. Glancing quickly down at Kyle’s hand, you blink at it. The Sergeant squeezes once and lets go without a word. His cheeks heat before he clears his throat, going to rub a hand at the base of his neck and spare an awkward chuckle. 

“But, uh,” two pairs of eyes flitter away from each other's bodies. “Regardless, Love, you really do have a habit of making a man regret his actions.”

That gets a thin smirk flicking your lips. “It’s a lifestyle, Garrick.” 

Flexing your still bandaged hand, you lightly flinch at the ripped stitches; the old wrappings at this point entirely soiled. Gaz notices from his side-eye, fully looking down to make a noise in the back of his throat as the willows sway. 

“Let me see, then.” You huff, trying to shimmy away.

“It’s fine.” He deadpans at you, hand by your hip not letting up.

“You think I haven’t noticed you haven’t spoken to me about re-binding it? C’mon, Spitfire, I just thought you were taking care of it.” He smirks. “Then I remembered you’re more stubborn than a damn mule.” 

You glare at his chest and half-heartedly roll your eyes, unwilling to argue. That thought alone is like a strike of lightning. 

“Only one mule?” 

“Hm,” Gaz reaches and lightly grabs your hand, turning it over and picking at the binding. It unravels easily. “You’re right. Make that three, actually. Throw in a nasty habit of being selectively deaf and it’ll be you to a point.”

You slap his shoulder with your free hand and he slightly banks away, chuckling, with his spine hunching in. 

“Easy now, Girl!” You slap him two more times for good measure, a tiny giggle slipping past your lips as he jostles away with a wide smile. 

But it’s natural, surprising, how simply the laugh comes out right after. Maybe it’s the utter exhaustion that finally lets it out from the cages you’d kept it in—a sleeping jailor at the iron door.

You bend carefully forward, as Gaz’s hand holds yours, lungs pushing through the fog of the forest that was once sprouting in them to release little laughs into the air.

“I hate you, Kyle Garrick,” your lips utter as he pulls back the last of the wrappings and looks at the damage you’d caused to yourself, taking the skin and swiping a finger over the old blood to watch it flick away.

He chuckles and smirks, raising a brow. “I know, Spitfire.”

“That nickname staying?”

“Bet your bloody arse it is.” He’s smiling. You’re smiling. Or maybe he’s only doing it because you are. “No one fits it better.”

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[codfanficedits]

Before the mask - Part six.

Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Because Simon wasn’t born as Ghost.

Wordcount: 1857| Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: Smoking,

A/N: Simon would be around 22/23 in this fic, so it would be set around 2015 ish? Also, sorry for not uploading more, I have to rewrite my papers, do my internship and I want to write Christmas fics, so it has been a little too much. I'll try to do better!

His hand reach the small of your back, gently guiding you to the bathroom, the moment you stand still your neck gets peppered with small kisses. “You smell so nice.” He muttered, his lips pressed against the crook of your neck.

Simon nearly couldn’t wait for the water to warm up before he pulled you under the shower. “Stop it, today is not my hair wash day.” You groan in an attempt to protest, but he pays no mind to your words, instead his arms get wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. He finally has you where he wants you, and he is not letting go.

“Can you help me with my Halloween mask?” He asks, finally taking one of his hands off you, to grab the shower gel. “I want to make it myself, but I have no clue how.” He squeezed the gel on a wash cloth before he used it to clean you.

“I have an idea.” You muse, closing your eyes as you feel his touch on your body. “Ever heard of paper mâché?”

“Are you trying to curse me?” He jokes, not being used to the word, as his hands run over your body and you laugh at the stupid joke. “Maybe.” You answer. “But if I wanted to, I would already have done it.”

“I would happily be cursed if that means spending more time with you.” He whispers in your ear. And in response you just roll your eyes at him. “If you had been this flirty before, we would’ve ended up in the shower together way sooner.” You say, just to tease him. And your teasing is met with a groan, alongside another kiss in the crook of your neck.

Simon slaps your ass, the sound echoing through the bathroom and he lets out a content hum while he lathers himself with soap. “So, the whole paper thing. What is it?”

You watch the little show before you, enjoying the sight of his soaped up body. “Two parts glue, one part water, a ripped up newspaper and a balloon.” You begin. “I used to do this in elementary school all the time to make masks and stuff.”

Simon frowns, but he is more amused than anything else. “So you’re saying that I am a child?” “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” You muse as you watch his wash the soap away. “Can you help me?” He asks. “Sounds like you’re a pro and I can’t have an ugly mask for Halloween.”

How could you ever resist such a sweet request? “Of course.” You promise him. “We have a mission later today, but afterwards we should find the time to shop for the supplies.”

He turns the shower off, handing you a towel before he dries himself off. “You know what? That sounds like a lovely idea.” His lips get pressed against your temple again.

He walks into his room again, dressing into the uniform and gear you’ve seen him plenty of times in, and it is enough to make your heart swoon every time. When you’re done watching him, eyeing him, you finally get dressed yourself, putting on one of his boxers instead of your own underwear, and Simon grins about the thought of you walking around in something that is his, again.

He pulls you close, his lips finding your forehead again. “Stay safe, okay?” He pleads. “I promised your dad, and I would hate to make a bad first impression when you get hurt.”

In response you laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.” You return the sweet gesture with a kiss from your own, neither of you wanting to pull back, but duty calls and you have to. “I’ll see you tonight.” Simon promises you, before he leaves, letting you in his room, until you have to go too.

The shitty thing about war, is that is seems to follow you. The blood on your hands no longer feels like something you can wash off, the stains seem to stay and you don’t know how much longer you can take it.

It was a successful mission, you and your team got what was needed, but at what cost? At the cost of who? You had promised Simon that you would be with him tonight, but you just couldn’t. The burden of being a soldier seemed to weigh you down like a ball and chain.

Simon was worried at first, you had been late before, but something in his gut told him that something was wrong. You weren’t in your room, but your teammates had told him you had arrived back to base with them. So he went to look for you, outside.

Heavy but careful footsteps made their way towards you and they stopped a few inches behind you.

“Smoking again? You said you’d stop.” Simon’s voice was teasing but light hearted

“It’s gotten tougher hasn’t it?”

You took another drag of your cigarette. "Yeah, yeah." You grumbled, as you blew out the smoke. "I did say I would quit."

You shifted your eyes to the sky, looking for the stars. "But it is getting tougher each mission." You said, a sad smile on your face.

Simon came close to you and his hands ran softly up and down your shoulders. You felt surprisingly small compared to him and he thought how sweet it was. The warmth of his hand was soothing as they rubbed small circles over your back

“You do good work out there in the field, the hardest jobs are given to the best soldiers. They need someone to be reliable like you. I know the missions seem tough but I promise things are going to get better.”

“Does it ever get better though?" You asked, a little sceptical, although you did appreciate his attempt to soothe you.

"It feels like it is just getting worse, Simon." You sighed softly. "The blood on my hands, the horrors, the screams."

"How does one cope with that?"

His warm gentle smile spread across his face as he looked at you. You were so sincere and so strong. He could see the pain and the weight in your eyes.

“You have to remember the lives that you have saved, lovie. You are on the right side of history and these missions are tough but necessary. The horror you witnessed is a reminder to be more aware and to never forget how important it is to serve and protect the lives of many”

"How do I know I'm on the right side?" You murmured. "The people whose life I’m taking all think they're on the right side too."

You let out a sigh. "What makes us different from them?" You ran a hand through your hand. "It just.. it keeps coming up in my brain."

Simon placed his fingers at the bottom of your chin and ran his soft thumb over your smooth lips. He moved your head so that you would face him.  His eyes looked deep into yours.

“It keeps coming up in your brain because you care, lovie.” He said with a soft smile. “And that is a good thing. But we are different. We fight for a greater good. They fight for selfish greed or their own twisted agenda. There is a big difference”

Did you buy his words? Not really, to you, your enemy might say the same to their team, to their soldiers.

What was right, and what was wrong?

You kissed his thumb when he dragged it along your bottom lip. "I guess so." You murmured. "It’s just... Sometimes I wonder if the army is the right place for me."

His thumbs made small circular motion on your bottom lip, as he continued to stare deep into your eyes. He wanted to kiss you but this wasn’t the time

“What else would you do other than the army? You don’t seem like the type of girl to become a housewife. It is the right place for you. You can make a difference and I know you do.” He chuckled softly.

“But maybe one day we’ll retire and become the owners of a nice house with a big backyard.”

You rolled your eyes at him. "Being a housewife isn't my style." You chuckled. "But retirement with a big backyard does sound nice." You added with a sigh. "I don't know. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that we're fighting for the right cause when all we do is shed blood."

A small smile graced his face. He pulled you close in a gentle embrace. His arms wrapped around your body. He ran his hands gently through your hair.

“You are overthinking this again, my love. The world is a complicated place and it’s easy to let yourself get overwhelmed by it all. But don’t let yourself become too lost in your thoughts.”

“Just hold tight and wait. Things always make sense in the end.” Simon promised.

"Guess you're right." You mumbled, although you couldn't fully shake the feeling yet. But you tried to focus on his embrace, on his warmth, and the temporary peace that it gave you.

"I'm always right" he said with a cheeky grin. But his eyes were glued on yours as his voice was soft and tender.  "I'm here for you, always. Anytime you get lost in your thoughts and need someone to talk to. You come to me. I'll try to understand and help you figure things out.”

His joke gets rewarded with a scoff, but your lips curl upward to a smile. "Thank you." You muttered. "You're more of a help than you realize."

"I'm just doing my job." he softly chuckled. His hands caressed her hair and he stared at her face.  "It’s not going to be a walk in the park from now on but I know you have what it takes to stay strong."

“Now.” He took your pack of cigarettes from you. “Let’s quit this, and come back inside with me to cuddle.”

You smile at him, he had been right, and the feeling of dread was buried into your soul again. “We can go craft shopping tomorrow, lovie. No need to do it now.”

He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “When will you Skype your parents again?” He asks. And as an answer you shrug. “It’s difficult sometimes due to the time difference. But I was hoping to do it later this week, why?”

Simon doesn’t want to seem desperate, or needy, but in reality he had missed the warmth of your family, he had missed the joy it gave him. “No reason.” He muttered. “Maybe I would like to see them again.”

In response you smile once more, it is such a nice feeling that he likes your family, and it did make your heart flutter a little when he mentioned it. “I’ll let you know when I pick a date again.”

Simon took your hand into his, walking towards his room with you, the moment the door closes behind him, his arms snake around your waist again, and his lips find yours again.

[euphoniumpets]

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM | CHAPTER THREE

Prompt: ''As long as I can rememer, I've been protecting Alina, it's always Alina who I will protect,'' You told him, looking at Nikolai. ''But who will protect you?''

Warnings: Violence, blood and gore.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. 

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

Taglist: @lyria-skyfall @khaleesihavilliard @shine101 @waddlingwanderer @clqudias @ducks118 @xceafh @priincehoseok @riot-in-my-soul @feyredarling92 @vendy021 @ssprayberrythings @goldenpoison @shine101 @lili-of-the-dream @wilmasvensson

A/N: I suck at writing fight scenes so just bear with me on this chapter. some spicy things are happening in this chapter!!!

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - epilogue

Sturmhond led you down below the ship as the three of you followed after him. As soon you stepped inside you saw people chattering, talking to each other. ‘’What’s the difference between a privateer and a pirate?’’ You asked and leaned closer to Mal and Alina as you frowned toward Sturmhond in front of you. Mal shrugged his shoulders. 

‘’Yuri! I told you an apple would help,’’ You heard Sturmhond reply, and you widened your eyes when you saw the man on the toilet as he read the newspaper. ‘’Oh god,’’ You replied as you felt Mal’s hands placed on your shoulders. ‘’Just keep walking,’’ Mal responded as you kept following after Alina and Sturmhond with the same expression on his face. Alina held her hand to shield the view in front of her. 

‘’Well, that image is going to take a while to disappear out of my mind,’’ You murmured, making Mal laugh slightly from behind. ‘’All right, listen up, everyone, we have guests!’’ Sturmhond shouted. ‘’The Sun summoner, and her beautiful sister, Y/N, and, uh, you are?’’ He introduced before looking at Mal. 

You narrowed your eyes and bit your lips to hold a laugh when you noticed the annoyance in Mal’s expression. 

‘’Malyen-’’

‘’A guest of the Sun Summoner,’’ He cut Mal off, and you shook your head, trying to hold your laughter when you saw Mal's frusterated expression. ‘’I expect you’ll treat them with the respect I’ve come to know from your pack of liars and thieves,’’ He told the crew as they laughed at his comment. ‘’Come along, my darlings, come on, come on,’’ He urged as you kept walking. ‘’Now, you can have the three at the back,’’ He replied, and you saw three hammocks at the back of the dock. 

‘’It’s the most private suite we have,’’ He said and leaned on the stairs as he saw you approaching him ‘’See you in the morning, Miss Starkov,’’ He replied and gave you a flirtatious wink before he walked away. 

‘’What is his deal?’’ You asked and placed your stuff further in on your hammock with annoyance. ‘’Well, Maybe he likes you,’’ Alina replied with a teasing smile ‘’He is handsome for being a pirate,’’ Alina remarked and hopped on the hammock next to you. ‘’Privateer, as he calls it,’’ You corrected her and rolled your eyes. 

‘’Yeah, well except for the shameless flirting, he’s annoying,’’ You said as Mal chuckled. ‘’If I were him, I would be careful to be around you,’’ Mal responded, as you gave him a look. ‘’I’m not that bad,’’ You defended. 

‘’Sometimes,’’ Mal added with a teasing smile on his face. You slapped him on the shoulder playfully. ‘’Alright, kids, stop it now before someone gets hurt,’’ Alina replied and looked at you. 

‘’I’m going to bed,’’ You rolled your eyes. 

-

That night you couldn’t sleep peacefully. You tossed and turned in your sleep, and with a frustrated huff, you leaned on your elbows as you stared into the dark. You turned around and saw that Mal had already fallen asleep with the book on his chest next to Alina. You chuckled to yourself and shook your head before tossing the blanket to the side. You stepped toward Mal and grabbed the book to place it on the side of the hammock on the small table. You blew out the candle and grabbed a blanket to place above Mal before heading out to the dock. 

It was silent, and the only thing you heard was the water underneath the ship. You enjoyed the sea, how calmly it affected you, and the silence that surrounded you. The smell of the salt from the ocean and how the wind blew. A few people were awake to keep an eye out on the docks as you greeted them with a single nod before looking out at the sea. 

You were so lost in your thoughts and didn’t notice until now when you heard the footsteps approaching you. You thought it was Mal who was awake and he noticed that you weren’t sleeping, but to your surprise, you heard Sturmhond’s voice. ‘’Thought you were sleeping,’’ He commented and stood next to you. ‘’Couldn’t sleep,’’ You said and shrugged your shoulders as you kept looking at the sea. 

‘’You know, you’re welcome to my bed if the hammock is uncomfortable,’’ He remarked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes. ‘’Have you always been this charming? You know, your flirt won’t get at me,’’ You replied, and you heard him chuckle. ‘’I’m a nice guy if you get to know me better,’’ You shook your head with a smile. 

‘’So much being for the Sun Summoner’s sister,’’ He spoke before he looked at you. You frowned at his statement. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ You asked, slightly offended. ‘’I have heard the stories, although, I thought you were more intimidating than most people described you,’’ He replied. 

‘’And here I thought I impressed you,’’ You teased him. ‘’Believe me, you impressed me,’’ He said. ‘’Although, never thought that you could beat guys twice as your half of size,’’ He remarked and you smiled at the compliment. ‘’It has always been like that when I was a child, someone had to defend themselves,’’ You replied. 

While Alina was good at drawing and becoming a map maker, you joined the first Army along with Mal. You took an interest in fighting and would often get in trouble for that when you were children. ‘’So, that’s your story? Fighting alongside your sister?’’ He questioned. 

‘’It’s all I’ve ever done, as long as I can remember, I’ve been always there for Alina, protected her from what’s coming next and she will be the one who I will protect,’’ You told him, meeting his gaze. He met your gaze as he softened his eyes. ‘’But who will protect you?’’ He asked and you furrowed your brows in confusion. 

Nobody had ever asked you that question. Not even Mal or Alina or anyone. It has always been like that since no one took interest in you. You had always been a background character and for the first time, you felt appreciated. 

He sensed your hesitation to answer his question. ‘’Or maybe I can be your knight in armor to save my princess,’’ He remarked, dropping the facade into a teasing smirk. You let out a laugh at his comment and shook your head. ‘’I would beg that to differ,’’ You remarked. 

-

The next morning, you felt well-rested. You were surprised because you didn’t sleep throughout the night since you and Sturmhond talked before you decided to go and catch some sleep before finding the Sea Whip. You didn’t understand him, but you admired him, despite how he would shamelessly flirt with you. 

Although, there was something that you couldn't put your finger around it. There was something about Sturmhond that made you wonder....

You widened your eyes when you saw the ax from Tamar swung at you, reminding that you were at the docks, fighting for your dear life.

‘’Atta girl!’’ You heard Tolya exclaim at you when you dodged the ax that swung at you. Sweat formed on your forehead as you heard the whoop and cheering from Mal, Alina, and the other crew as you and Tamar fought against each other. 

People often heard about you fighting, and taking down big men than your size and Tolya was surprised when the petite girl accepted the challenge. ‘’Scared yet?’’ You heard Tamar playfully ask you as the two sound of metal clinking at each other. You dodged her attack as your sword and her ax hung in the air. 

‘’You’d be surprised,’’ You remarked, a smirk forming on your lips before kicking on her stomach. Tamar grunted and stumbled on her feet before quickly regarding her position as you swung your sword that they let you use during the fight. Tamar widened her eyes before she ducked and swung her ax toward you. 

‘’Keep going, Y/N, you got this!’’ Alina cheered from above. She chuckled at your frustrated expression. ‘’Is she always like this?’’ Alina heard Sturmhond comment next to her. ‘’Like what?’’ Alina questioned. ‘’Stubborn? Feisty?’’ He asked, making Mal and Alina shared a look before chuckling to themselves. ‘’Annoying?’’ Mal added with a smirk before his gaze turned back on you and Tamar. 

Alina rolled her eyes at his remark. ''You could tell that to her,'' Alina responded and gestured her head at you down below. ''Nah, I wouldn't rather to have her hand against my face if she heard me saying that to her face,'' Mal chuckled.

Tamar kicked her feet on your stomach as you let out a grunt and almost fell on the ground before steading yourself and swinging your sword. ‘’Hey, Y/N, after this fight, might wanna join me in my bedroom?’’ Sturmhond commented, making you distracted from Tamar, and turned around to look at him. You felt her toss your sword away from your hand. 

‘’Hey! That’s not fair,’’ You scowled as she chuckled at you. ‘’You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’’ Alina asked him as he had his gaze on you. ‘’You wouldn’t know,’’ Sturmhond replied with a smirk. You sighed with annoyance before shaking your head and raising your fist. 

You watched Tamar arch an eyebrow as you nodded at her. Tamar shrugged her shoulders before tossing her weapons to the side and matching your position. You charged at her first, throwing a punch but she dodged the attack and swung her foot on your stomach. You grunted and fell on the floor as you felt her straddle you. 

‘’Tapping out yet?’’ Tamar asked as she kept you on the floor while you tried to release her from her grip. ‘’You wish,’’ You scowled. ‘’I don’t think she’s going to win this one,’’ Tolya spoke with a frown. ‘’Wait a minute,’’ Mal responded with a smirk. With a surprised gasp, you flipped her over and then swung your leg around her neck, and then flipped her off the ground. You watched her, sighing defeated. ‘’Impressed,’’ Tamar commented and you chuckled before reaching out a hand to help her up. ‘’Who taught you to fight?’’ Tamar asked with curiosity as the two of you walked to the others. 

‘’Mal, usually I would teach myself, I often ended up in trouble with the other kids back at the orphanage,’’ You said, chuckling to yourself while taking a seat next to Alina. The other crew played card games next to you. ‘’It’s true, it was quite annoying actually,’’ Alina remarked. 

‘’Tell that to yourself,’’ You teased her. Tolya snickered when he saw the rest of the crew paying cards while tossing and speaking something in Shu. ‘’What does that mean?’’ You asked him. 

‘’You don’t know it?’’ Tolya questioned and you shook your head. ‘’It means victory in Shu,’’ He explained and sat next to Tamar. ‘’We don’t speak Shu,’’ Alina responded with a chuckle. ‘’Understandable,’’ Tamar replied. ‘’We don’t know what Ravkans think about mutts like us, and in Shu Han-’’

‘’They prefer to remind us we’ve our Ravkan mother’s blood,’’ Tolya filled in. ‘’Blood is blood, only fools think otherwise,’’ Tamar scoffed slightly and shook her head, and handed some cards to Alina for her to play with them. ‘’Is that why you’ve chosen a life at the sea?’’ You asked them. 

‘’Because it understands that?’’ You questioned. ‘’It’s why we chose Sturmhond,’’ Tolya responded, making you roll your eyes. ‘’What’s his deal, anyway?’’ You questioned them and raised an eyebrow. Tolya and Tamar exchanged a look with a smirk on their faces as they placed some cards on the table. ‘’Did you know that his heartbeat is different when he’s around you?’’ Tolya questioned. 

‘’Oh please, ‘’ You responded. ‘’It’s true,’’ Tamar spoke with a shrug on her shoulders. ‘’I think he’s in love with you,’’ Tolya replied and you gave him a look. ‘’Oh, please, he’s an insufferable git,’’ You said to them. ‘’He distracted me earlier with his presence,’’ You muttered, making Tamar laugh slightly. 

-

‘’Did Mal tell you to alter course?’’ You asked and barged into Sturmhond’s office without knocking. He turned around and looked at you with an arched eyebrow. ‘’No, that would be your captain,’’ He replied and pointed at him. ‘’Knock on the door before you step inside the next time, will you?’’ He asked and you rolled your eyes. 

''You don't want to see something inappropiate next time,'' Sturmhond replied with a smirk. You stared at him. ''There won't be a next time,'' You scolded.

‘’Why?’’ You asked him. ‘’It’s a brief change to make use of an Eastern wind, we’ll make better time,’’ He explained. ‘’Your tracker wouldn’t say why, but of all of the islands, he believes the Sea Whip is there,’’ He told you and shoved the map. ‘’You want to explain that?’’ He asked and turned around. 

‘’No,’’ You responded and kept your guard up.

‘’What’s this about?’’ He asked and you looked at him. ‘’We’re the clients,’’ You told him and looked at him with a stern expression. ‘’No client of mine has ever made such demands,’’ He replied and looked at you. ‘’Then maybe you haven’t met someone like us,’’ You told him and he looked at you with a smug expression. 

You knew what was coming. ‘’Well, you’re right, I haven’t met someone like you,’’ He responded and lifted his finger against your chin. You swatted his hands away. ‘’No clients of yours can do what my sister can do,’’ You remarked. 

‘’Well, fair enough,’’ He replied and shrugged his shoulders. ‘’But that’s not what this about, is it?’’ He asked and you frowned. ‘’What do you mean?’’ You questioned and he gave you a look. ‘’Trust is a tricky needle to thread for both of us,’’ 

‘’You need to trust that I don’t have some ulterior motive, and I need to trust we aren’t chasing a myth,’’ 

''Well, you're not,'' You defended, making him scoff slightly.

‘’The difference is you behave like somebody who’s already been betrayed, and that puts you in a tight spot for the task ahead,’’ He replied. ‘’You can’t do it all on your own, you need me,’’ You chuckled before your face hardened. ‘’And you need me if you’re going to get your money, we both know that’s only as long as my sister remains valuable to you,’’ You sneered. 

‘’Well, you are a very fancy cargo, too, it’s true, but do you really understand why?’’ 

‘’It’s not just because your sister will destroy the Fold, she’s a symbol, she’s not just sunshine, sunshine,’’ He replied and began to step closer to you. You looked at him and you tried to step away from him, but he just continued to walk closer. ‘’She’s hope for the future,’’ 

‘’Seems it’s not me who needs convincing of that,’’ He replied and you felt that your back was against the wall and how dangerously close the two of you were. You looked at him with wide eyes and it was now you could take a close look at him. You thought why he was the one who was making you feel that you hate him. It was a feeling that you never had felt like this before and it felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest. 

You stared into his eyes and gulped nervously and you really wanted to smack his face off with the smug grin he had on his face since he knew that he affected you. 

Suddenly, a knock disturbed and you turned around to see Tamar with a smirk on her face. Sturmhond stepped away, but you already knew that Tamar had seen the scene in front of her. ‘’Yes?’’ Sturmhond asked. ‘’We're close,’’ Tamar replied and he nodded. ‘’See you upstairs,’’ Sturmhond replied and looked at you before walking out of the room, leaving you alone with flushed cheeks.

What the hell just happened? you thought to yourself, before shaking your head and then followed after their footsteps.

[mouthfullofmunson]

Pest Eddie x pest reader :)

Eddie is obviously a pest, like we’ve talked about before

But y/n on the other hand

Well, basically Eddie’s twin

Poking at his ass while he lays next to her, making little jokes about pegging him and he just turns to look at her with wide eyes “stay away from my ass”

But he of course does appreciate a little slap to his ass though

Slow motion punching him in the face when he does something stupid

Barging in on him when he’s peeing and walking up to him “can I hold it?”

“Get out?!”

Y/n calls him in the middle of the night, wakes him up in a panic “Eddie! Eddie! Oh my god!”

“What?! are you dying?!”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/n! I was sleeping! I was sleeping good, too!”

“I don’t care.”

“What do you want?”

“I said I couldn’t sleep! Are you not coming over?!”

“No!”

“Why?!”

“Because it’s late!”

“Whatever. Don’t bother coming over this weekend then.”

“Oh fine but I fucking hate you.”

He will just walk into her room absolutely uninvited and start jumping on her bed “come on! I’m bored! Come out with me! We can rent a movie or something? Come smoke a joint with me.”

And when they are smoking together y/n blows the smoke in his face just to annoy him since he’s playing his guitar

And if he annoys her too much he will take the joint away from her and not pass it back to her

Omg

Anytime her head is even close to his lap he’s instantly moaning loudly and extremely dramatically

He’ll do it randomly when they are having a movie night and she gets sleep so she rests her head in his lap but all of a sudden he’s moaning

Then she grabs a newspaper and swats him in the head with it

And sometimes she babies him, and he actually hates it, because she can hardly ever be serious about it

Cradling his head to her chest “my little baby you’re so cute.” Kissing his head and pinching his cheeks “I’m literally older than you you’re so stupid leave me alone 🙄”

“Well, if you would’ve graduated on time!”

“What does that have to do with anything?!”

“Well, we would’ve never met and I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

And she steals his clothes 24/7

He calls her anytime anything is missing because he knows Y/n had to have taken it

“Do you have my pair of boxers?”

“Be more specific shitface. What pair?”

“My green and blue plaid ones, idiot. Why are you taking my damn boxers?”

“Cause they are comfortable.”

“Give then back”

“No”

“Give then back!”

“You can go commando.”

“You go commando”

“Don’t ever say that to a lady”

“Come on y/n give me my boxers”

“Fine! I won’t wash them either so you can sniff them or whatever you do in your free time you creep”

And sometimes when she comes back home from a shift at work or school bc Eddie skipped that day she walks in to see him nosing in all of her clothes, one of her shirt on, one of her pairs of nice panties over his jeans, putting some of her hair products in his while he lathers on her lotions and such

She just stands there so confused “how the fuck did you even get in my room Eddie?”

“I climbed through your kitchen window”

He calls her kid just to annoy her

“I’m two years younger than you don’t act like in your little sister or something”

“I wouldn’t be sleeping with my sister”

“Why would you even say that…”

And when they are all lovey dovey of course one of them has to get annoying

If they are cuddling Eddie has to slip his ice cold hands down her bra to hear her shriek

And if they are kissing y/n bites his tongue and he pulls away with a yelp “what the fuck would you do that for?!”

“My thoughts took over and I couldn’t stop it. It all happened so fast!”

And when y/n is riding him sometimes he just lets out a very long yell

Like it’s obviously forced and nothing that sounds pretty

It’s just “ahhhhhh!” And then he’s back into it like nothing happened

“Don’t ever do that again or we’re never having sex ever again”

He of course does it again

Or some stupid shit “yeah! Get it baby!” absolutely so unserious

When y/n gives him blowjobs she always jokingly fake bites his dick just to make him nervous

And he will come out of his room where she is sat on the couch just to be wearing her panties on his head as if it was some fashionable headband

Or if he needs to tie his hair up he used her panties

Before he eats her out he grabs her panties from the floor and ties up his hair with it “got to make sure it doesn’t get in the way”

Or before he eats her out he grabs one of the random fast food napkins from a leftover bag he had sitting on the floor, tucks it in the collar of his shirt and mumble “dinner is served”

Eddie would act like he’s going to press a kiss to her cheek or nibble at her ear and he just opens his mouth and puts her whole ear in his mouth

He does the same with her nose

She does that with his fingers, acting like she’s going to suck his fingers

And of course he gets a little excited because he’s thinking it will lead to something else but she just bites down on them

“Oh my god?! Are you fucking hungry or something?! There’s cereal in the kitchen.”

And they fake fight allllll the time

Either fake fighting each other with softly punching each other

Or just arguing

Saying the most random stupid shit

“Oh shut up your the reason I haven’t graduated”

“Well this is like your tenth try!”

“I’m going to kill you, asshole”

“I’d like to see you try idiot. You can’t even walk five feet without tripping over your on big ass feet”

“Well you know what they say about big feet!”

But when they aren’t annoying the shit out of each other they are disgusting

It doesn’t matter who they are with if they are in a group they are in the corner of the room sucking face

So that couple that has to sit on the same side of the booth just so they can cuddle into each other

If they are talking to each other and someone tires to talk to both of them or either of them they are too sucked in to each other to hear anyone else

Okay my brain is kind of mush so that’s all the thoughts I have

Let me know yours

:)

[kozachenko]

Do you feel Gensokyo would indeed be better off if Reimu WAS more thorough in youkai extermination (i.e. actually successfully punishing Mamizou at all)? It's part of her real job, sure, but it's also a point against Gensokyo. Basically, do you think Mizuchi is right that humans and youkai should be as far away from each other as possible and constant enemies?

I think it all depends on the severity of a Youkai's actions, like, if a Youkai were to just walk around disguised in the human village and they're just kind of chilling and not causing problems then that probably isn't worth an extermination, on the contrary if a Youkai were to try and kill a bunch of humans in the village and/or threaten Gensokyo, then yeah, that's probably worth at least a beatdown from Reimu. In regards to the most recent Lotus Eaters chapter, I think that Reimu should probably punish Mamizou with more than just a slap on the wrist and expose what she did to the human village, but at the same time, the tanuki have to eat too. They can't normally just go and buy food from the human village because that would be too obvious. But still, if Reimu were to expose Mamizou's plotting, then that would probably help them in the long run if humans were more scared of them, and it's not like Reimu just exposing them would stop them from doing what they want anyway. Besides, worst case scenario, if Reimu does exterminate Mamizou, then there will just be a new tanuki who takes her place as leader. Again, it all depends on how necessary it will be for Reimu to exterminate them, and what doing so will actually accomplish.

I also don't agree with Mizuchi's statement that humans and Youkai should be as far away as possible, mainly because we've seen examples of humans and Youkai getting along peacefully together throughout the series. Some examples I can think of right now are. Alice and Marisa, Miyoi in Geidontei, Nitori just coming to the human village mainly to sell things, Aya schilling for her own newspaper to the human villagers, heck, all of Myouren temple seems to be in pretty good relations with the human village and a lot of the people who live there are Youkai, and Byrakuren's whole thing is wanting for humans and Youkai to live in peace. However, since Youkai run on fear to fuel their existence, I think there is some validity to what Mizuchi is saying. I'm not saying that the Youkai should be all buddy buddy with the human villagers, but I'm not saying that they should be enemies either. To use Miyoi as an example again, since she's a Zashiki Warashiki, she's only bringing good luck to the buisness she watches over. Her existence isn't as reliant on fear, like a lot of other Youkai.

Again, it's not a simple black and white thing, it's more so a spectrum of how badly a Youkai being near humans will fuck things up. Even if you take a look at the "balance of Gensokyo," constantly punishing Youkai for just chilling in the human village and not actually doing anything bad is only going to lead to more problems in the long run. Resentment will build overtime towards humans, and more drastic problems will start presenting themselves, which only leads to a constant cycle of Reimu having to fight even more dangerous and powerful Youkai that try to attack the human village, eventually leaving Gensokyo in a constant state of unrest, and while yes the spellcard system exists for that whole reason, there are going to be Youkai who don't give two shits about it and just do whatever they want anyway. For the safety of the human villagers in Gensokyo, not holding as big a fear of Youkai would probably help keep relations peaceful for a longer period of time, as well as keeping Youkai from becoming so powerful that it's basically impossible to keep them in check without having to exterminate them.

[stormynightstorytime]

"Refugee."

The head of the household called, not even sparing her a glance as his eyes were still trained on today's newspaper.

"Yes Reiji?"

She responded softly, obviously fatugied. He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"That's sir Sakamaki to you."He hissed, quickly sighing after. Calmly returning to his newspaper.

"No matter, I have another task for you."He says, gently tapping the end of his paper on the table then neatly folding it and positioning it exactly, on the vorner of his coffee table.

"The demon's fair is happening tonight and due to some horrid and troublesome law my father had to pass, I have to dismiss our maids and butlers early."

He says rubbing his temples in clear annoyance.

"Luckily they don't get out until dinner is served this however, leaves the issue of clean up. After dinner I trust that you will have finished cleaning all the pots, pans, plates, and cutlery before bed."He states, taking a sip of his tea to better quell his annoyance at the situation. His eyes close and his nose takes in the smell of freshly brewed tea.

A calm takes over him before it was rudely interrupted by a mocking grumble."What was that? You seemed to have something to tell me as of this moment."

He says as his eyes shoot open, brows furrowed and hands interlocked with each other as he rested his head on them.

Perhaps to stop himself from slapping her for her insolence, a restraint he later found useless.

"My name is Victoria."

She said, anger seething out her teeth."

You seem to have forgotten that, and you may have also forgotten that not only have I cleaned the manor, top to bottom, I have also iron all of you and your brothers' clothes, all while I have yet to be given blood and was continually attacked with your rothers various advances. After all that you'd think a little rest is vhelmly under compensation!"

She screamed, Reiji took a deeep breath and stood from his chair. He slowly walked towards her. Standing a small distance away before taking a fist to the collar of her neck and a hand to her bandaged chest.

Victoria yelps in suprise and pain. Reiji grabs her by the chin and forces her to meet his gaze, his eyes glistening with red and anger.

"Perhaps **you** forget."He starts."You only reside here due to my mercy. Should I ever find any fault in your work I would have no qualms parting with a random vampire who suddenly appeared bleeding at the chest from another dimension."

He growls applying more pressure to her chest and causing her more and more pain. Her eyes filled with tears and her mouth filled with whimpers. Then he suddenly lets go. Causing her to fall harshly on yhe ground.

"Now, can I count on you to cleanup before dinner?"

He asks, fixing his cuffs and ridding his attire of any dust. Victoria stays on the ground groaning in pain. Her wound re-opened and the blood spilling all over ghe floor.

"Yes Sir Sakamaki."

She manages to whisper out, Reiji lets out a satisfied hum and turns to the door to leave.

"I shall be off to see that dinner preparations are in order. Who knows if one of those idiotic triplets got in and threatened the staff to change tonight's course."

He says stopping at the door.

"You shall recieve dinner, **after** you finish **all** your tasks for tonight."

And with that Reiji leaves the room with Victoria bleeding on the floor.

(Asks are now open for Victoria, either direct[talking to her] or indirect[asking for a scenario to be done] are now open. Once again no NSFW. Thank you and good night.)

[roseianxiety]

All wrapped up by the fireplace

Ship: Romantic Roceit

Content Warnings: Mentions of alcohol usage, drunkenness, foul language, slight innuendo

Synopsis: Roman has some alone time with himself after their little Christmas Eve celebration, but a certain drunken snake approaches him and ruins his peace. At least that's what he thinks.

AO3

“Roman, is it really necessary for you to turn the living room into THIS?” 

Logan queries loudly as he gestures to the living room, now completely covered in Christmas decor and where their TV stood was now replaced with a grand brick fireplace. Roman really put a lot of effort into all this grandiosity.

“Yes, Logan, it is necessary.” Roman drawled out as he gave Logan a look while hanging the last ornament on the Christmas tree. He then added, hopping off his little stool. “You'd really expect ME to NOT go all out on Christmas?” he remarked at Logan.

Logan merely sighs and rolls his eyes, making his way towards his recliner chair. “I shouldn't have expected less from you and Patton when it comes to celebrating festivities,” he stated, gently sitting down and opening up one of the newspapers Virgil gave him. 

Roman hums proudly before strutting to the kitchen to check on whatever Patton was working on.

“Hey, Popstar, how's the baked goods doing there?” Roman questions cheerily from across the counter, propping his palm under his chin while he watches Patton do his thing.

Patton turns around, slightly surprised at Roman's sudden appearance but then giggles. “Oh hey ya, kiddo, didn't see you there.”. He continued, pulling out a tray of gingerbread man cookies out of the oven. “I'm almost done with the last batch. Careful, they're very hot.”.

He says before placing the tray down on the countertop to let it cool. Roman immediately reaches for one but hisses in pain and pulls his hand back when he burns himself with the piping-hot cookies. “Ow…”.

Patton tuts and shakes his head at Roman's impulsiveness, “I did tell you they're hot. You saw me take them out of the oven just now.”. He reaches to take Roman's hand but the other declines and pulls away. 

“Nah, it's okay. This burn is far from reaching my intestines anyway, so I'm cool. I was merely excited to taste your fantastic cookies, Padre.” Roman shrugs and moves to try and take one but Patton gently slaps his hand away. The creative prince pouts at that.

“No no, they're still piping hot. And, we still have to wait for the last batch before we can finally eat all of these.” Patton states with a raised chin, trying to seem authoritative but he looks silly and cute. Don't tell him that.

“Bummer,” Roman mutters with a pout before sighing. He straightens (ha!) his posture and stretches his arms over his head, turning on his heels. “Anyways, you better continue that while I go check whatever chaos Remus is doing. Don't want him ruining my party.”.

He says as he makes his way back to the living room. As he does so, he could see Virgil hissing aggressively at Remus while his twin brother was teasing the crap out of the anxious facet.

“Come on, take him! He's Mr. Fuzzy’s boyfriend!” Remus exclaimed, trying to give another handcrafted hairball abomination to Virgil who was desperately trying to get away from him. And Janus was there, laughing his drunk ass off by the sidelines.

Virgil notices Roman walking towards them and immediately calls for him while trying to stop Remus from getting close to him. “Roman! Come get your unhinged brother!” He exclaimed, before hissing at Remus.

“Hi, Roman~” Janus giggles drunkenly as he gives Roman a small. Geez… he really was drunk. Roman chooses to ignore him.

“Sorry Virgil but you're gonna have to deal with him yourself.” Roman hums, raising his hands in defense. Virgil groans at his response, now more annoyed. Remus then pushes the hairball abomination right at Virgil's face, causing the other to yelp.

Roman leaves them be and walks towards the couch, plopping just beside Logan who was engrossed with his puzzle thing or whatever it was. He tried to take a peek at it only for his face to scrunch up in confusion, not understanding one bit of it. Roman didn't what was so interesting about it but eh, at least Logan was having the time of his life.

He leans back on the couch while he watches as the fire crackles in the fireplace, emitting a cozy warmth that he always loved. Roman might now admit it out loud but he loved enjoying his Christmas with everyone. It’s good not to be alone.

“To be honest, I didn't think Remus would be this… tame when he is drunk. How surprising.” Logan comments as looks down at Remus on the floor before sipping on his wine. The chaotic individual was currently splayed out on the living room floor, already deadbeat asleep.

Patton carefully takes the empty mug from Remus’ grasp, trying not to wake him up. “So alcohol is just the way to calm him down?” He says, letting out a soft yelp when Remus grumbles and pulls the mug away from him, hugging it close. Patton frowns and leans back on the couch but not before grabbing two cookies from the snack platter.

“You know, it's already late and I already feel the spirit of Christmas welling up inside me. And by that, I mean vomit. Merry Christmas y'all, I'm gonna go bury myself in the comforts of my blankets.” Virgil suddenly says as he gets up from his usual place on the couch before sinking out, not letting anyone say a word.

Logan proceeds to check the time on his wristwatch. “Virgil is right, it is past twelve and my bedtime schedule. Merry Christmas everyone. Be sure to sleep well.” He says in a monotone, glancing at the rest of them. He then leaves as well, following right after Virgil.

“Aww geez, everyone's going to sleep now. I'm starting to feel eepy too. So sorry your party didn't go the way you wanted it to, Roman.” Patton apologizes with a small frown as he looks at the princely trait but Roman waves it off.

“It's quite alright, Patton, I am not easily upset at something so trivial.” He says casually, getting up from his spot on the couch and beginning to stretch his arms, hearing satisfying pops from his joints. “You go ahead and rest your adorable self, I'll deal with all the mess here.” Roman then added.

“Are you sure? I can help you—”

Roman immediately cuts Patton off before he can even continue his sentence, “Shush, Patton. I can handle this. You've been dozing off a lot, it's best for you to rest.”.

“Plus, I've still got a pump of adrenaline in me so I'm not that tired yet. I'm gonna spend all that leftover energy cleaning all of this.” He chuckles, trying to reassure the fatherly figure.

“Oh…if you say so. But don't forget to rest too. Merry Christmas, kiddo! I love you!” Patton exclaims before throwing himself on Roman, giving the other a tight, warm hug. Roman smiles fondly, hugging the other back. Eventually, Patton sinks out and returns to his room.

When Patton left, Roman immediately started his work. He cleaned all of the junk left in the living room, from the torn gift wrappers to the various cookie crumbs lying around. Roman resorted to carrying Remus onto the couch, Remus might not be the physically built one between them but God, was he heavy. 

He continued to clean the living room and even cleaned the kitchen as well, making sure there wasn't any mess left in the morning. After half an hour or so, he was finally done.

He makes a little nest out of pillows and blankets by the fireplace before situating himself in his creation. Even after all that cleaning, he still wasn't tired. And he couldn't think of anything to do. So why not look at fire instead?

Janus stumbles down from the stairs, drunk as fuck. He was planning to get some water but his eyes landed on something by the fireplace. Or more likely, someone.

“My my, what's our beloved prince doing here all by himself?”

Roman suddenly snaps his head back as soon as he hears that all too familiar sultry voice. His eyes narrow at the very presence of his archenemy. Janus was making his way towards him, while almost tripping on his own feet. He clearly was still not sober.

“What do you want, Janus? I'm not exactly in the mood to deal with you right now.” Roman groaned before turning back to the fireplace, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What? Am I not allowed to be in the living room? I just wanna get warm.” Janus huffs before plopping down beside the prince, causing the other's face to scrunch up more in frustration and annoyance. Roman scoots away from him and avoids meeting his gaze. He crosses his arms further, a big pout already forming on his lips. 

There was a big silence between them, and Roman liked it that way. Heck, he even forgot Janus was there beside him in the first place. Out of annoyance and trying to avoid the other, he got distracted by watching the fire slowly move and crackle in an intricately artistic dance. Not until Janus said the most out-of-pocket thing ever which ruined the vibe.

“You know, you could've done other things to warm me up than buy me socks.”

Those. Those were the very words that ruined his perfectly good vibes. Because what the actual fuck!?

“W-what? No!” Roman remarked quickly in sheer embarrassment, his whole face as red as his sash. Now why did Janus have to say that?!

Janus only tilted his head at him, staring at him innocently for a few minutes before letting out a sadistic cackle, making Roman turn red. “I'm just messing with you, Roman.”.

He then stops momentarily, batting his eyelashes at Roman as he bites his lips suggestively. “Unless you want to…”.

Roman's whole face immediately burned up like the fire in the fireplace. For some random reason, the way Janus was saying that in a low and sultry voice while biting his lip was absolutely sending him. Jesus Christ on a stick, it was not the right time to be a gay mess.

“How many bottles of wine have you drunk today?” Roman queries, gently gripping Janus' face as he tries to look for any sign of sobriety.

“Just a bit. Like, three or four bottles. I don't know, I forgot. Silly me.” Janus giggles, looking up at Roman with a drunken gaze, his whole face dusted in pink. Okay, but truth be told, he was quite cute when he was not up to something devious. Not that Roman would admit it.

“Geez, you're so drunk right now. You need to go back to your room and sleep.” Roman clicked his tongue before letting go of Janus, causing the other to slump forward against him.

The deceitful facet whined, clinging close to him. “I'm not drunk! I am very sober as you can see. Iz jus very very cold… hmm, you're warm.” he grumbled lowly, nuzzling close to Roman. The creative prince was having second thoughts if he should push Janus away or let him cuddle with him, he's still not on good terms with Janus after all and the latter was drunk.

“Even while drunk you still have the gall to lie.” Roman scoffs with a roll of his eyes.

“So warm… you are like a walking furnace. Very warm. I like warmth.” Janus babbled, not wanting to let go of Roman. The other could do nothing but grimace, having no choice but to let Janus cling to him like a koala bear.

“Not gonna lie, you're sorta cute when you're drunk. And pretty annoying too.” Roman commented, glancing at Janus for a moment.

“Awww, you think I'm cute AND pretty, Roman? Do you like meeee?”

The creative trait could feel his cheeks heat up at Janus' bold words. He tries to hide his blush by averting his gaze from Janus while his heart begins to ram against his ribcage.

“No way! I-I meant pretty annoying! Nothing else.” Roman exclaims in defense but Janus merely chuckles at him, clearly not convinced with his answer. And of course, Janus doesn't stop taunting him.

“Then why are you blushing?~” Janus teases as he reaches to grab Roman's face, urging the other to look at him. 

“I'm not!”

“You so are.”

Roman let out a frustrated groan and covered his face. Janus was going to be the death of him if he didn't stop teasing him. He wanted to rip out his hair and scream. Roman took back what he said, Janus was not cute when he was drunk, more like annoying.

“By the way, how did you know I'm cold-blooded? I never truly told anyone that.” Janus wonders, seemingly having calmed down from his amusement. Roman glances at him, slightly caught off guard by his question.

Roman thinks for a moment, he didn't think of the possibility that Janus might ask that question. When he got Janus for Secret Santa, his first plan was to give him something shitty like a passive-aggressive letter but he scrapped that because he might seem like too much of an asshole. So he went for something useful. He may or may not have done some research for Janus' gift.

“I just assumed because you're a snake and all,” Roman muttered, still refusing to look at Janus at the fear that the other would tease the crap out of him or if his heart would fully jump out of his chest. “They're not that special, just some pair of yellow socks.”.

“I like them though, they're yellow and keep my feet warm.” Janus hums happily before raising one of his feet up to show off his cool new socks, then wiggles his toes a bit just to fuck with Roman. The princely facet gave him a disgusted look but it quickly melted away into a hearty laugh.

“Didn't expect you'd wear them immediately. Thought you might throw it away because it does not match your ‘Disney Villain’-esque aesthetic.” Roman chuckles softly. Janus smiles at him, a sincere and genuine one at that.

Roman wanted to admit it, but Janus was growing on him. He had never seen this side of him before when he was sober. He was less villainy and scheme-y, although Janus still got that sass and all. Yet it was his first time seeing him smile so genuinely. It was a fresh sight to see.

Their eyes suddenly met for a moment, the both of them could feel a quick spark of electricity as soon as their gaze landed on each other. Roman could only watch as Janus slowly leaned closer toward him, almost climbing on his lap. 

They stare at each other intently, not knowing what will happen. Roman's gaze moved from Janus' eyes down to his lips, then back up, before gulping softly. There was a pregnant pause between them, but it was broken when Janus leaned forward, closing the gap between them.

Sparks fly as their lips collide in a kiss, likening it to a fireworks display. All the background noises seemed to quiet down behind them, only the loud thumps of their passionate hearts that seemed to jump out of their chests could be heard. Roman only stared at Janus in shock as he sat there, frozen. His brain was still processing what was happening. 

But before he could, Janus suddenly pulled away. 

“I love you…” He mutters against Roman's lips before moving away to rest his head on the prince’s shoulder.

Then it finally clicked to Roman. He snapped out of his trance and immediately reached to touch his lips with his fingers, trying to feel the bits of the presence of Janus' kiss as his whole face warmed up. Janus kissed him and confessed to him… Janus…kissed…him

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JANUS KISSED HIM!

The realization dawned upon him like being hit with a ten-wheeler truck. Did this mean Janus liked him all this time?! No… no, that can't be the case, right? He was drunk. That cannot be true… right? But it did seem genuine.

He was about to question Janus when he realized the other had already fallen asleep while lying on his shoulder. Really? He just kissed Roman and gave him a dilemma then went to sleep!

Roman let out a groan, mentally slapping himself on the face. He did not want his Christmas to start with him overthinking about this. After a long while, he lets out a long sigh, choosing to accept his reality. Maybe Janus did like him. But does he like him back?

He glances at Janus once more, observing his features. Huh, his scales were interesting up close. They shine like emeralds. A small smile creeps up on Roman's lips while he watches Janus sleep peacefully, he really is stunning.

Janus suddenly shudders in his sleep, clinging more to Roman. The personification of creativity notices this and decides to pull the other closer, basically letting his archenemy cuddle him. Roman looks around for the blankets until he finds one, draping it around him and Janus, hoping that would shield them from the chilly breeze.

Roman then queries softly, “Still cold?”. 

Janus then unconsciously shakes his head as a response while he nuzzles the other. The creative facet chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around Janus to keep him warm.

He continues to observe the other for a few moments, watching as he softly breathes and snore. It was cute. This could be good blackmail material for Janus, but Roman wasn't exactly in the mood. All he wanted to do right now was admire him. Roman then whispers to him, pressing a gentle kiss on Janus’ forehead. 

“I love you too, Janus.”

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Writing Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @extraintrovertedalien (please tell me if you want to be added or removed in the tag list)

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

a/n: alessandro is the italian version of alexander. y/n's older brother was born alessandro romano, but his family members prefer just alexander. so when alessandro is mentioned, it's the same as alexander. ~

"Get out of my house."

"Y/n, come on—" pleaded Vince.

"Get out of my house, Ahmed." You said, using his real name that he hated so much. Ouch.

He gasped. "How dare you call me by that name?!"

"Look at what you're making me do!"

"What the fuck am I making you do, tesora, tell me!" He yelled.

You shook your head, deeply disappointed and hurt.

He slammed his hand against the wall. "Answer my question, Y/n! What am I making you do?!"

"Everything! I might as well start doing everything after these godforsaken stunts you're pulling!" You cried out.

"You can't blame me for this!"

"Yes I can, you dumb motherfucker! You're lucky I haven't blown your fucking head off for betraying this organization!" You responded.

"You evil, conniving bitch! What betrayal?! He was my friend!"

"You know we don't take shit like this lightly, Ahmed! Stop making excuses!" You were furious.

"Shut the fuck up! God damn you, Y/n! I'm just a pawn to you!" He screamed.

"Oh really?! I'm nothing to you! You just want to mess with me like every other whore you're fucking with!"

"You stupid bitch, don't make me slap you!" He raised his hand as a warning.

You flinched and looked away, triggered.

"Fine! I'll leave." He raised his hands and opened the door, walking out.

★★★★★★★★★

You groaned in distress and opened a drawer by the mantel, getting a pack of cigarettes. You sat down at the bottom edge of the marble stairs.

You took your lighter out of your pocket, lit the cigarette, then stared at your lighter.

♡☆Viva Romano was engraved on it. Typical.

The front door opened and you saw Alexander, something in his hand.

He threw a newspaper in your face, and you picked it up.

Morte al Romano! Death to the Romano! was the headline. Your grip tightened on the paper, seeing a picture of yourself, Vince, Alexander, and Alima at a restaurant, holding wine glasses up, smirking.

"Great job, Sis." He spoke, taking a cigar out of his pocket and lighting it.

"I am not at fault here." You said as you took the cigarette out of your mouth.

"Yes, you are!" He burst out yelling, and you flinched.

"It has not even been a fucking week since you came back, and now the media want our heads on sticks because of whatever the hell you're doing now! Have you lost your mind?!" He shouted.

"Alexander, listen to me." You mutter, looking down.

"What?!" He burst out again.

"I'm going to kill our father."

His angered expression faded into one of shock. He was stunned.

"Are you serious?" He mustered out, eyes widening.

"God as my witness, Alexander," You pointed upward, "I'm going to kill him. Just wait."

You blew smoke out of your mouth numbly.

He shook his head and inhaled from the cigar. "Do as you please, sorellina."

He stood up and walked out.

You took your cellphone out and flipped it open, texting Trish.

call me... You typed quickly.

★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting in the living room with the rest of the gang, who were watching TV while she was reading Vogue Italia. Narancia was laying his head on her lap, Giorno beside her with his arm behind her.

Her cell phone buzzed and her expression faded seeing the message.

She immediately called you, the phone ringing.

"Yo." You answered.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Trish said softly, furrowing her eyebrows.

She heard you sigh. "Yes. I got into another fight with Vince... That dumb motherfucker, he thinks he can just raise his hand and automatically win the argument."

"WHAT?!" She nearly screamed, "He did what?!"

Everyone looked away from the TV to Trish with concern. Narancia sat up, and Giorno raised his eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, love you, bye."

"Love you."

She hung up and sighed again warily. "She never gets a single day of peace in her life..."

"Who?" Giorno asked.

"Y/n." She responded.

"Oh. What happened?"

"None of your business." She retorted, then muttered to herself, "Shit, I wish I could put a hit on that idiot.."

"Who do you wanna put a hit on, Trish?" Mista laughed.

"That bastard Vincenzo Sayyid... What an asshole."

"Eh? Isn't he the Donna's boyfriend?" Narancia interjected.

"No, he is not." Giorno retorted sternly.

"Oooh~ Someone has a crush." Mista wooed.

"Sayyid? Is that even an Italian last name?" Abbachio asked.

"No," Bucciarati responded, "His father is from Afghanistan."

"Where's that?" Narancia asked.

"You dumb fuck, it's a country in Central-South Asia." Fugo scowled.

"Afghanistan? So he's a terrorist?" said Mista.

Bucciarati nearly spit out his tea in his cup. "Mista, don't ever say something like that again. He's a mafioso like us."

"Mafioso, gangster, terrorist, whatever." Mista shrugged.

"There's no way his real name is Vincenzo." Narancia said.

"You're right," Fugo said, looking at his laptop, "He was born Ahmed Fateh Ali Sayyid. He adopted the name Vincenzo or Vince during his childhood, and according to records, he likely pulled some strings to 'legally' change his name."

"Damn." said Mista.

"Was he born here?" asked Abbachio.

"Yes, but the government still won't grant him citizenship since he spent most of his childhood in Afghanistan and America." replied Fugo.

"Wow." Narancia raised his eyebrows.

"It's the same thing with the Donna. Rumor has it that she was born in Japan, but her father denies it. According to my informant, her Italian citizenship was revoked in 01' when she came to visit, but the older brother took care of it." continued Fugo.

"As in Alessandro Romano?" questioned Abbachio.

"Yeah, why?"

"Tch," Abbachio scowled in response, "What a bastard. I bet he's the real Don of Il Terrore and making the girl do his biddings so he doesn't get a target on his back."

"Don't start up with the conspiracy now." Trish murmured bitterly.

"Hey, I'm just saying. The guy has a wife and two kids, he has a lot to live for. The girl is barely an Italian or a gangster. Of course it's just a front. Donna, my ass." He scoffed. 

Giorno stopped and thought for a moment. Abbachio could be right--Why else would your family call you back to Naples?

Of course. They had to be using you, there was no other explanation.

"Abbachio, for the love of God, stop bullshitting. Leave the Donna alone." Mista cringed.

"You're only defending her because she's beautiful and arrogant about it." Abbachio spat.

Trish felt offended, you were her best friend and you were being spoken negatively about. "What nonsense is this, Abbachio? Calm down." 

"I had a run-in with Alessandro back when I was a cop. He was insanely cunning and manipulative, talked his way out of prison in just a few hours, using his family as an excuse. They let him go after they found out he was telling the truth... And a hefty tip from a certain mafioso." 

"Who paid them off?" Narancia asked.

"Father Romano," Fugo snorted, "the tyrant." 

Narancia cringed.

Giorno was fascinated. You were such an interesting person. 

But the thought that hung in the back of his mind-- Your father had made an offer to him without you knowing. For marriage.

What would he do?

[notmorbid]

saratoga trunk.

dialogue prompts from saratoga trunk by edna ferber.

newspaper reporters die young or quit their jobs.

i can give you a real story.

i've got nothing to lose now. i'm coming clean.

what can death do to you that life hasn't done to you already?

if it makes you feel better to believe that, go ahead and believe it.

you have dignity enough for all of us.

i honestly can't say i regret a thing i've done.

you are so cynical for one so young.

they say this house is haunted.

it's very chic to be haunted.

we'll go wherever there's money and fun.

i only came here to show them they can't frighten me.

what do you think i am, a magician?

i shall be what it suits me to be.

life is something you must take by the tail, or it runs away from you.

i have a mind to slap you right here.

i had you wrong.

what kind of a game is this, anyway?

i sure never met anybody like you before.

if you'll let me talk to you, i can explain.

you're not bad. you're only mad at the world.

you're like a person in a storybook.

the west is wild, and don't you forget it.

i was taught that emotion is weakness.

in a way, we are two of a kind.

they thought that i didn't hear, or didn't understand.

that's called hush money, where i come from.

there isn't anyone like me.

whiskey is not a drink, it's a medicine.

i love you because you love her.

are you trying to tease me?

i wouldn't change a hair of your head.

you wouldn't be as cold-blooded as that, would you?

you little hellcat, you.

you make things come alive.

i've made up my mind, i shall not be sentimental about anything.

i never would just open a door and walk through. i had to bust it down for the hell of it.

it's too late and too hot.

you know a great deal, for one so young.

i know things without learning them, like a witch.

i am going to have a fine time, and i am going to fool the world.

bad luck? bad judgment. good luck? good judgment.

all my life i read about you, and here you are: a melodrama come to life.

it doesn't mean anything. just tears.

i thought i was used to being alone.

no one could come within a mile of you in looks and style.

looks like we're neighbors.

when i'm ill i complain, and when i'm angry i shout, and when i'm happy, i laugh. it's simple.

stop scowling like a cross little boy.

you don't have to be like them. you only have to be cleverer than they are.

i could go for days now without rest or sleep.

don't put words in my mouth i never said.

i just like to hear you talk. i don't care what you say.

let's be young again. just for now.

you used to tell me everything. what are you keeping from me?

everybody can leave me. i don't need anyone.

[emotionalcadaver]

Part 18: Moth

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Grace learns that Lucy has a rather uncommon phobia.

Word Count: 770

Notes: So funny story. A couple of months ago we had a bit of a moth infestation in my house. No big deal. Except I keep a glass of water on my nightstand. And one night I go to take a drink, and just before I do I look down, and THERE WAS A MOTH IN MY WATER. I almost DRANK A MOTH. Suffice to say, I was very upset and had to change to keeping a water bottle next to my bed instead until the infestation was taken care of to avoid any other unpleasant surprises ending up in my water in the middle of the night. ANYWAY, this was just a cute little scene that popped into my head while I was drinking my coffee one morning that I wanted to share. No warnings.

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Grace was taking her tea in the sitting room, legs curled underneath her as she balanced a heavy, hardback book in her hands. It had gotten dark out, the sun just dipping below the horizon, and she was beginning to think that she ought to go tell Tommy and Lucy that dinner would be ready soon when a loud thump, followed by a high pitched shriek, sounded from Tommy’s office. 

Eyes snapping upwards, she closed her book hastily, standing and half jogging out the room and down the hall, opening the door to the office and poking her head in.

“Is everything…” she trailed off, eyes widening. 

Lucy was on the floor, half cowering beside the overturned chair next to her, eyes staring upwards towards the ceiling in horror. Tommy was half bent over his desk, cackling.

“Stop laughing, you asshole!” Lucy whined. “Where did it go?”

“The way you just…just flailed out of your seat…” Tommy wheezed, dimples appearing in his cheeks as he grinned.

“It dive bombed me!”

“It didn’t dive bomb you. It was just going for the light.”

“What’s going on?” Grace asked. Tommy just shot her a wicked grin, standing from his seat and walking around his desk, taking Lucy by the arm and helping to haul her to her feet. She was still looking around the room anxiously.

Something large and gray fluttered down from somewhere on the ceiling, and Lucy screamed, diving behind Tommy.

“Kill it! Kill it!”

Still chucking, he reached behind him with one hand to pat Lucy’s head, snatching the newspaper on his desk with the other, rolling it up. The moth had disappeared back up towards the ceiling again. Lucy’s head swiveled around, trying to find where it had gone. When it came fluttering back down towards them, she whined, scrambling away. Grace opened her arms to her, letting her rush into her chest, smiling to herself as Lucy burrowed against her. There was a thwap as Tommy slapped at the moth with the newspaper.

“There. You happy now? It hadn’t even done anything to you,” he said, tossing the rolled up newspaper back onto the desk.

“It could have landed on me and laid eggs in my hair!” 

“I think the chances of that were highly unlikely, love,” Tommy chuckled, glancing over at Lucy, still cowering against Grace’s chest, and grinned. “Take a good look, Grace. The Red Demon. Feared by all in Small Health. Reduced to a shrieking mess by a tiny moth.”

Lucy pouted, looking up at her with wide dark green eyes. “Grace, Tommy’s being mean to me.”

Grace laughed at their childishness, giving Lucy a squeeze. “He is, isn’t he, love?” she shot Tommy a playful glare.

“Oi! Who just killed the damn moth for you?” he righted the chair that had been knocked over, striding over to them and giving a fond ruffling of Lucy’s red curls. Lucy was still sulking a little, but she blinked up at Tommy affectionately.

“Thank you, Tommy.”

“Mhm,” he was still smiling softly to himself, leaning down to kiss Lucy’s temple before angling his head around to give Grace a peck. 

Lucy let go of her, though she continued to glance at the dark corners of the office warily, as if expecting at any point another moth to come swooping down at her.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of moths,” Grace commented.

“I’m not afraid of moths,” Lucy insisted. Tommy snickered. She shot him a glare. “I’m highly and rationally concerned about moths.”

“Yes, the way you fell out of your chair at the sight of one looked very rational,” Tommy teased. Lucy crossed her arms, huffing. “Aw, love, come here,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing her into his chest. She still pouted against him, but Grace could see her already beginning to soften. The disgruntled façade slipping as Tommy embraced her. “I’m just fucking with you.”

“We’ll kill as many moths for you as you want,” Grace concurred. Lucy snorted out a tiny laugh.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm,” Grace kissed her cheek. “Dinner will be ready soon,” her voice trembled with the laugh she was trying to contain. Tommy let Lucy go.

“Alright. We’re done with work for today anyway.” Lucy, forever easily enticed and motivated by the promise of food, eagerly took Grace’s outstretched hand. Grace glanced over her shoulder, grinning with amusement over at Tommy. His cheeks stretched with his smile, chuckling and shaking his head fondly. Squeezing her fingers, Grace guided her out of the office and down the hall towards the dining room, Tommy’s heavy footfalls right behind them.

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[melonba11s]

Chrysanthemum (Lawrence Oleander Fanfic)

Animals have never liked Lawrence. Except this one.

CW: Animal illness, Cat Death, Animal Death.

Lawrence didn’t know what he was doing. He sat with a finger under the creature's chin, reflexively attempting to soothe it. 

It wasn’t like he had never run into sickly, dying creatures before. They never stirred much emotion in him, it was simply how life was. 

So why was it that this one was so different? Walking home from work in the rain, clutching his umbrella in his grip, eyes straight ahead. Hearing a rustle, then a small “meow”. 

He stopped to look down at the raggedy creature. It could easily have been mistaken for an abandoned plushie, missing patches of fur, wobbling towards him, looking at him, fleas jumping from its ears. It was skinny, scrabbling against the wet concrete towards him. He could have kept going, ignoring it. 

But animals never liked him, much less sought him out… Was this pathetic creature so desperate to live it would approach him, crying so loudly. It had intrigued him. He had bent over, scooping the thing up in one hand and stuffing it half-hazardly into his hoodie. 

There was a convenience store near his apartment, and he knew they carried some stuff for cats there. He ignored the people staring at him and his meowing hoodie as he shoved several cans of cat food and a bag of litter into his spare arm, slapping a fresh 20 dollar bill onto the counter as soon as the items were scanned and accounted for, then walking out as quickly as he could without grabbing his change. 

And now it was in his apartment. He had dumped out an old box full of garden tools and layed down a few newspapers inside it. Digging an empty TV Dinner tray from his trash can, he cleaned it as best he could and filled it with food and water. His hands were shaking the entire time, watching the creature stare at the surrounding room. 

“... It’s not much but-” he stopped himself. Why was he bothering to talk to it? It couldn’t understand him, it was just desperate to survive. And once it was feeling better, it would reject him. He could let it back outside or drop it off at a shelter. Let it find a family who would love it, care for it, give it the life it deserved. 

Its face was covered in food, and he felt the fleas jumping from its fur onto his skin. Their bites itched. Lawrence fumbled with his phone, looking up if there was any treatment for fleas. Just a bath, with dish soap. He narrowed his eyes, images of animals, drowned and soaked in oil, being cleaned and made healthy again with a few squirts of dish soap. 

Dish soap. It was kind of funny, the idea of using the same thing to clean a filth ridden creature you would to wash old spaghetti sauce off a plate. Though, he’d really prefer to use something more natural if he could… Plants that could repel fleas, his next search yielded some results about rosemary. 

It was asleep now, its entire belly rising and falling with each breath. It was so… fragile. He suddenly felt scared. 

He was so big compared to it, he could end it’s life so easily. He glanced around the plants in his apartment. How many of them would prove fatal if this creature decided to take a nibble? It sent a hot rush up his face, making him sweat, begin to panic. 

… But he wouldn’t have it that long. He was just helping it get its health back. There was no need to throw out and toss his plants, ID them in a frenzy to see if they’d be toxic. He calmed himself down, taking a few deep breaths. 

He needed to go to bed. Even if he had the next day off, he was tired, he could feel how sluggish his body had become. The fog of exhaustion was thick around his brain, making his head feel heavy. He stood back up, taking a couple steps back from the box. 

He’d feed it again in the morning, and see if it was up for that bath. He stripped himself of his shirt, and got into bed. He stared up at the ceiling, listening closely. He could hear its breaths rumbling in its chest, each exhale passing through its nostrils like a small gust of wind. 

He found himself lifting himself up several times, even as sleep beckoned him, to look back at it. Make sure it was still there. 

Usually when he had this much trouble falling asleep he’d mix himself up a tea that would have him asleep before he could even finish the 4th sip. He abstained from that though, reasoning that he could easily react differently or mix it wrong and end up asleep for days. He couldn't let that happen right now. 

Eventually though, he was asleep. He was in the woods, just sitting among the trees. He stared through the leaves, admiring how crystal clear sunlight turned into a dancing emerald green through the leaves. He held the creature close to him, in his lap, stroking it along its back. No more fleas, no more dirt, he smiled down at it with affection he wasn’t used to feeling. 

He stared down at it, now observing it closely. Its mouth curled, it almost seemed like a permanent smile, its whiskers twitching as it purred. He watched its claws sheath and unsheath as it began to knead into his leg, not unlike how someone may work a ball of dough. 

“Such a strange little animal…” he mused out loud. It was soft though, much softer than even the leaf of a lamb's ear plant. Its eyes were a muted shade of green that reminded him of the underside of pine needles, and its fur was mottled, faded orange and brown on top of white. 

He’d need to look up what that coat pattern was called when he was awake… When he was awake. 

The lack of sunlight filtering into his apartment was what awoke him. As well as something else. Silence. Silence that usually filled him with comfort, knowing no one else was around, that this space was his own. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, standing up slowly from bed. He glanced at the box. Yes, it was still there. No relief came from knowing it was still here though. 

Lawrence sat in front of the box yet again, reaching out to run a hand through its scraggly fur. Cold. Its chest no longer moved, and as he stroked, it moved limply, no resistance of living muscles met his fingers. 

Lawrence hunched his shoulders in on himself, gritting his teeth. Gone. It was gone. It had left him as suddenly as it had come to him. 

He’d been so obsessed with helping it, making it better… He hadn’t even considered that it could die. Perhaps it was his fault? Should he have brought it to the shelter as soon as he saw it? 

He stood up and began pacing, running his hands through his hair, pulling on it. Frustration brewed inside him until he was ready to pop. He grabbed an old bottle, filled with the remains of a previous blend, and launched it as hard as he could at the wall. 

It made a cracking noise, the liquid darkening the paint of the walls, running down it. Running water, like the river. Little rivulets that eventually pooled onto the floor. 

The violent action did nothing to make him feel better though, he just sat back down, staring back down at the body that was now in his apartment. No more fleas jumping, instead there was a spattering of dead ones around it. He let out a harsh bark of laughter. Well at least that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. He immediately felt sick with himself for thinking in such a way though. 

Lawrence buried his face into his hands, now sighing deeply. He’d take it to the forest, and bury it there. Bury it with the other animals, among the trees, where it belonged. He really didn’t want to though. He wanted to stay there and sit next to it, enjoying the last bits of companionship it could offer like this. 

He had no idea how long he sat there, head in his hands. His mind was wandering, but each thought was washed away by the next like the tide washing away drawings in the sand. Nothing stuck for long. When things got like this… All he wanted to do was to go to the river. Stare at the expanse of water, let it drip from his hands, let it soak his skin… 

“Meow…..” He flinched, stopping. His mind couldn’t be playing tricks on him like this, not now… He hadn’t taken anything. Was he asleep again? 

He listened to small taps on the floor, the gentle click of claws. Pressure on his thigh. He opened his eyes, staring into those evergreen eyes. They shined bright, staring at him. Its head was tilted, as if to ask “what’s wrong?”. 

Lawrence couldn’t form any thoughts at all. He could only stare at what had once been a limping, shaking, sickly creature. 

It hadn’t been breathing, it had been dead, it… 

“Did you…. See the river?” They wouldn’t be able to understand him. He carefully wrapped his hands around their stomach. He leaned in, inhaling the scent on its fur. Dirt, Trash, Cat food… and a sort of musty water. The kiss the River always left behind for a short while. The kiss he’d experienced so many times. 

A paw reached up, batting at a stray strand of his hair. It tickled, and Lawrence let out a small giggle, holding them out and giving them a once over. 

“... You’re really a strange little cat, aren’t you?” He asked her, holding her close to his face again. Her fur was not soft at all, not like his dream. She’d still need a bath, and a brush, and some care. 

But she still wanted him… She still accepted him. His giggling grew now, until he was letting out an uncharacteristically booming laugh, falling backwards to lay on the floor, holding her close. 

  There was no longer only the ceiling staring back at him now. Those green eyes were peering down at him, stepping all over him, wherever she pleased. 

“...Chrysanthemum.” he said, his voice held the finality of a decision he was unaware he was making. “I’m gonna call you, Chrysanthemum.” 

[dreamsandstars24]

Lawyered up - Chapter 1

Hiyooo, this is my first try at writing a fanfiction.

Well, writing it here, because in Wattpad I have 7.6k readers. Yes, this is me showing off because even though it's fanfiction, it takes a lot of work.

Sooooo, some inside into this:

It says chapter 1 because I will be posting more, obviously.

My first language is not English, so you'll have to be patient and kindly let me know if there is any mistake so I can fix it.

This is not a Hotch x Female MC. Even though I love daddy Hotch, I just never imagined him as the sexy daddy version, more like the dad-daddy version. Yeah.

I am busy like crazy with University and a job, so posts may be slow.

I really hope you enjoy this.

Anyway, enjoy.

I'm never drinking coffee again.

I'm banning coffee from my life, I will never drink it again and somebody should slap me if I ever drink coffee again. Please and thank you.

And even better, I will never drink coffee again before one of the most important final-stage interviews of my life. That should probably be something they ask at coffee shops, "Do you have any life altering things that will happen today?" and if you say yes, then you are not allowed to buy coffee.

Is not that I have something against coffee, God forbid, but I just get extremely hyper when I have coffee and based on what Professor Sukhan has said, I'm already hyper enough as it is.

So, why did I drink coffee today? Because I thought that staying up until two AM reading the longest, toe curling, smuttiest fanfiction ever was a good way to spend my time. Was it worth it? Yes it was, but that doesn't mean I don't regret it now that I'm shaking like a freaking chihuahua.

"Deep breaths, Liliana. And keep your hands under your legs." Professor Sukhan whispers softly, his eyes on his newspaper but I know he is anxious too. He is risking his professionalism creating this opportunity for me, and I really hope he doesn't regrets it.

It wasn't easy to make it, but I did it. I managed to get into the final stage of interviews in the FBI, and to be more specific, in the BAU.

I studied near death to graduate from law school, and I really really really want to get this job/internship. It took Professor Sukhan months to prove that allowing me to have an internship would be really beneficial for both the bureau and for me, sometimes I feel he sold my abilities for more of what they actually are but I know I will do my best to ensure I surpass expectations.

Hopefully.

"Liliana Madrigal." My eyes shoot up and find the blue eyed man that is staring at me. "We are ready for you." He is white.

Not that him being white is bad, is actually good, unless he is racist which would really hinder my process and my ability to maintain the facade of being a nice, obedient and sweet girl and--

"Liliana, please go and behave." Professor Sukhan mumbles bringing me out of my stupor. This is why he came, because he knew I was going to be so nervous this would be chaotic.

I clear my throat and stand up, nodding to the professor and making my way to the man who is now looking at his phone with a frown. When he realizes that I am standing right in front of him, he turns around and walks me through the doors where my future self may be walking.

I look around when the door closes behind me and barely have time to register the chaos this place is when the blue eye man mumbles "Keep up" and practically sprints down the hallway.

Swallowing down my fear, I run after him.

Freaking tall people think my little legs can keep up with them. I can barely reach the shower head and I'm expected to run after this tall guy and--

"Here. Go inside, sit down, and wait until they come."

I frown while my feet stop. "They who is-?" He ignores me, turns around and leaves.

Well, so much for being nice.

I stare at the black door and decide that they will not bring me to meet a serial killer in my last interview, I think. I hope.

Right?

"Okay Liliana, those who don't risk, don't win." I nod and take a deep breath, "You can do it. Please don't let it be a serial killer and please don't let me do anything stupid, amen." And I open the door.

A normal looking office says hello to me.

My eyes blink rapidly as a relieved laugh escapes my mouth. I don't know what I was expecting but an office that looks like the office of my psychology professor was not it. But this is good, this is nice, this is acceptable-

"Are you going inside or are you coming outside?" The deep voice behind me says and my soul goes to heaven to meet with its creator because I just died. Thank you and goodbye.

I turn around and find two men looking at me. The first man, I immediately recognized like Jason Gideon because he went to my criminology class and his lecture gave me nightmares, but the second man who is staring at me undisturbed has never been seen by my eyes. He is handsome, he is grace, he is mister United States-

"Pardon me?" I mumble because I just saw his lips move but I didn't hear a thing. He blinks.

"I asked if you are the girl I am supposed to be interviewing." He repeats calmly. His voice could narrate an audio book where he tells me how he is going to kill me in the most gruesome way and I would hundred percent say thank you.

"I certainly hope so because I was just dumped here with barely any instruction." Gideon smiles a little at that and a part of my soul rejoices because I just made Jason Gideon smile.

"What's your name?" He asks, and his voice is a soft baritone that has me feeling cozy inside.

"Liliana Madrigal, a pleasure." My hand stretches out; once again, I'm too late to realize my actions because I forgot my hands were shaking which is obvious now. Both men stare at my hand and then Gideon shakes it and lets go.

"I'm Jason Gideon and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner, we are on the behavioral analysis unit and we will be directing your interview." I nod and nod again and both stare at me. Agent Gideon gives me another soft smile. "We should go in the office."

"Oh! Of course, come in. Make yourself at home." I step to the side allowing them both to come in and then I notice the name at the door.

Aaron Hotchner. I just gave him permission to go into his own office. Amazing.

"Miss Madrigal, will you come in and close the door behind you please?" Agent Hotchner asks. I follow the orders and then walk to the chair in front of his desk. He is sitting on the chair while Gideon leans on the wall beside the window.

My hands fidget on my lap and then I remember how I'm supposed to keep them under my legs and take a deep breath. I do that and count to ten while the men look at what I'm assuming is my file.

"Miss Madrigal, your file says that you graduated at fourteen from high school." Agent Hotchner mumbles, scanning the page with his eyes.

"Yes, sir." He looks at me and the way his eyes are so dark make me very nervous.

"Is there any reason as to why that happened? Because your IQ is slightly elevated but not that much." I nod and then consider what to say.

They may notice the confusion on my face because Gideon speaks. "Just tell us the truth without sugar coating it."

Well, if he says so.

"I was bored, sir." They both stare at me.

"Bored?" Agent Hotchner repeats, I nod again. "Could you elaborate?"

I take a deep breath. "I didn't want to spend more time in school than necessary so I forced myself to graduate faster to study what I really wanted to study."

"Which was criminal law," Gideon says, my head shakes.

"No sir, I wanted to become a taxidermist." Both men stare at me and I can tell I managed to surprise them.

"Why didn't you then?" Agent Hotchner asks.

I shrug, "My mother said that if I became a taxidermist, I would sleep with the carcasses and see how that suited me." With secret joy, I notice how the corner of agent Hotchner's mouth twitches upwards.

I MADE HIM SMILE!

"So you didn't become a taxidermist, and decided to study law, correct?"

"With some little disruption to my plans, but yes sir." Agent Hotchner moves his hand in a rolling motion and I understand he is asking me to expand. "After the fiasco with taxidermy, I decided to explore my passions in the business world."

"You studied business, then?" Gideon mumbles, reading through my file.

"No, sir. I became a runner for a local gang in my neighbourhood." I think I actually managed to surprise them this time.

Both look at my file, their silence making me more nervous. Did I just messed up? Did a hot nice cup of coffee messed up the opportunity of a lifetime? Did I just ended my career choice?

"Why not a courthouse? You could have made a fine prosecutor with your grades and the success of your practicum." Gideon points out, I shake my head no.

"I thought about it and did two weeks as an assistant for a prosecutor and I am positive about not choosing prosecution."

"What about defense? You could have been good at that."

"I'm not fond of lying."

"So why the FBI? In this job, you need to keep a lot of secrets and maintain a low profile." I press my lips together considering what I have to say.

Two choices in here: Either lick their boots or be honest.

"As I was looking for career choices, I realized that the BAU gets sued continuously over every procedure that they endure-"

"How did you got that information?" Agent Hotchner asks, serious.

"One of my teachers worked as a legal advisor and one of the people that came to her was a lawyer who was helping someone sue the BAU for incorrect management of a case. Anyway, I kept my ears open and realized that this team is the one that gets sued the most and that caught my attention so I started researching why and I reached a conclusion," My hands intertwine as I smile at them. "And the conclusion was that in order for this team to be getting sued so often, then it may be doing something right."

Agent Hotchner closes my file and leans back in his chair, the look of calm suits him and then he turns to Gideon and a whole conversation takes place without them even talking. This is crazy.

While they have their strange staring contest, I think about the possibility of accepting the CIA offer. It came as a surprise, to be honest, but the terms are good; professor Sukhan would be a little dissapointed because the original plan has alway been the FBI but I don't think he'll mind that much.

I mean, is either CIA or going back to being a Runner and I think which option is better for my criminal record.

"You start on Monday." Agent Hotchner speaks and I nod.

"What time?"

"I need you here at five AM. We'll go over some information and I'll show you your office, if we have the time, I'll introduce you to the team." I nod and get up when he does. His hand stretches towards me and I shake it firmly. "Welcome to the team." I smile at him and then turn to Gideon, we shake hands and I take a deep breath because my hand is shaking more now.

"Welcome, Agent Madrigal." He murmurs warmly, I nod at him.

"Thank you, I will do my best." I walk to the door with them behind me and I know they are walking me to where professor Sukhan is. When we reach the door, I turn to them and smile. "Thank you, again." They both nod and I cross the doors, noticing how professor Sukhan stands up and stares at me.

We both stare at each other and he smiles when tears pool in my eyes.

"You did it." He mumbles coming closer.

"I start on Monday at five AM." He laughs, wrapping me in his arms which makes me sob.

"Are you crying?" He laughs, rocking me back and forth.

"I just don't want to wake up at five AM every morning." I sob in his shoulder. He laughs and pulls me closer.

"You did it," He whispers, patting my head. "I knew you would."

***

Hotch felt himself smile when he realized how the girl he had just hired was crying while holding the Hindi man. He wasn't sure what the relationship was, but he knew that the man had sold the girl at such a high price it tempted the bureau to meet her in person. And he wasn't disappointed.

Even though her psych results tilted her towards OCD regarding her job, and her getting obsessed in some cases, her results were so good he had to double-check every case she had participated in because she was practically a genius when giving criminal charges.

Eighteen charges, she had given eighteen charges to a child abuser and Hotch had been so surprised because he hadn't even thought about those charges. She was a genius, and she was merciless in court. That's why seeing the clumsy girl surprised him because she showed a completely different side of herself.

"Seems like we got another girl to babysit." Morgan rumbled beside him, slurping his coffee while staring at the girl with a smirk. Hotch hummed agreeing. "You think she'll give us a run for our money?"

"She is smart," Gideon mumbled, "she'll be okay."

With a smile, Hotch saw how the girl now had the man in a choke hold while she jumped excited. It was adorable.

"She'll fit right in." He whispered softly.