#I thought to myself 'why haven't I noticed that before?? I'd remember something like that!'

[devilfic]

❝late-bloomer❞

plot: you've never been kissed before. on a completely unrelated note, what if your best friend offered to be your first? pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader. cw: post-tasm 2, gwen stacy mention, angst, self-deprecating thoughts about being undesirable and insecurity in love, best friends to wouldn't you like to know, eventual fluff, attempts at andrew garfield accurate rambling, he definitely talks you through it I mean who said that. words: 4.3k.

a/n: entirely self-indulgent because I wrote this after crying over being a late-bloomer for an hour ahahaha

Peter is reading something for research when you suck in a breath and finally ask, "What was your first kiss like?"

You hear his voice die in his throat. The small whispering of test results and calculations fall short, but you don't dare to look back. You're hunched forward so he won't see the way your eyes burn and brim with tears unshed because if he did, he'd ask about it and then you'd really start crying. Instead, you busy yourself with your phone, idly scrolling as if your question was pure curiosity alone.

You watch his ankles uncross, hear him sit up and then lean against the headboard again, fumbling for your train of thought, "Uh... sticky, 'cause I was six," Peter laughs, "You should know. You're the one who kissed me."

No matter how many times he tells you this, you can't remember the day you'd been so bold as to plant one right on Peter Parker's lips. You felt like you'd remember that, but you'd been such an impulsive child back them. Bolder. Thicker-skinned.

But Peter remembers, and so does Aunt May who swears up and down that she'd caught it on camera ("If only I could find that damned photo album"). You're the only one who doesn't. It's like it never happened, "No, God... no. I mean like your first real kiss."

"Like with tongue?" You hear the humor in his voice and even your sullen mood doesn't stop you from smacking his knee. "I dunno what you're talking about. That kiss was real to me."

"I'm serious, Pete."

He hums. You're so, so tempted to look back and see what he's thinking, but it would give you away too easily. "It was... it was a kiss. I mean, Gwen- you know. You know. I was crazy about her. I didn't think I just... kissed her."

"How did it feel? Do you know?"

"I felt like I needed to do it. I felt like if I didn't, I'd throw up. Not actually, just... like I'd explode with all the feelings I had for her."

Your finger hovers over a tweet. In your wondering about that feeling of almost nearly exploding, you try to picture that rooftop kiss that Peter had relayed to you between classes, with hushed whispers and childish laughter. It was windy, and I was breathless, he'd said, and I wanted to lay myself bare. And I just... pulled her in. Shot a web and swept her up and kissed her. I think I've lost my mind. You remembered pressing your back against the school lockers to cool yourself as you imagined the scene, the steps it took for you to settle the uneasy churn in the pit of your chest. The euphoria and panic upon realizing that your Peter was growing up.

You felt overwhelmed just imagining it. You barely hear Peter ask why you want to know. "No reason. Was just curious."

You think that Peter accepts that as good enough reason because the room is silent again. You keep scrolling, keep taking subtle deep breaths to keep the tears at bay. You see a picture of a couple on your timeline and scroll faster.

A few minutes of peace pass before Peter broaches the subject again, "What about you?"

"Hm?"

"I don't think you've ever told me about your first kiss."

Your shoulders tense. No good effort hides the strain in your voice, "I haven't?"

A beat passes. You glance over your shoulder and see Peter staring right at you, his lips upturned in a small, resting smile, but his eyes are inquiring. He's trying to read you. Perhaps he's just noticed the heavy cloud hanging overhead. "Nope." He pops the "P". He's waiting.

You could lie. You could say it was Flash Thompson who stole it, mention that field trip to the zoo in middle school when he'd sneaked next to you at the peacock exhibit and pestered you about you and Peter. Peter wouldn't question Flash about it. Even if they'd made amends, any conversation about him would send him over the edge with memories of his childhood bully and how much he pitied you for having your first kiss with him. And all of you were far too old now; Flash Thompson had gone to another state to play football the minute he got his diploma. It'd be so inconsequential, such an easy lie.

But the longer it takes you to deliberate on it, the worse it makes you look. You should've offered up an answer easily, jovially, unbothered. It should be inconsequential. Anything more and Peter would call your bluff because he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes.

At some point, you feel the brush of a lone finger at the base of your spine and it startles you. Peter's slipped his finger under your shirt, stroking along the middle of your back, "I won't laugh. If that's what you're thinking." He says softly.

Of course Peter wouldn't laugh at you. As much as your relationship was teasing, he knew where you were tender.

But it wasn't laughing you worried about.

"I know." You say, in lieu of a real answer. You fear you've given yourself away.

Now there are two fingers stroking your skin, "You don't... you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to," but you can hear the discomfort in his voice when he says it, like the thought that it's something you don't want to tell him concerns him, "it's up to you."

Just lie. Your breath shudders and immediately you regret it. There's no way he hadn't heard that.

Before you can recover, you're feeling the heat of his entire hand on your back now as it slips further up, as he sits up in bed beside you and rests his chin on your shoulder. The closeness of his breath makes you feel claustrophobic all of a sudden, "Hey, hey. I'm sorry. Did I push? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

You struggle to shake your head, but now your eyes are burning again and you don't think you can stop the tears this time, "You didn't." You insist.

"You're crying, bub," he laughs (not mockingly, never mockingly, never when you cry) and reaches a thumb up to brush away the first warm tear, "what's wrong?"

There's a million things you could say. I've never been kissed before, I don't know what it feels like to be longed for like that, I want to be longed for like that, why haven't I been longed for like that? But it all feels so heavy. Peter picks his chin up to kiss your shoulder and that really does it, "It never happened."

Peter's lips still against your skin. Their warmth slowly peels away, though you feel his breath ghost over the curve of your bone, "What hasn't?"

"A kiss. A first kiss, Peter. I've never had one."

"That's..." Peter sounds almost shocked, disbelieving. He never picks up that thought.

You turn your head away and toss your phone onto the bed, no longer interested in pretending you could distract yourself with anything else. You try to shrug your shoulder out from underneath Peter's mouth but he's quick, the hand at your back locking around you and you can't escape him even though you want to, even though you need to get away from his sweet smile and lovely heartbeat that thuds a little faster against your side.

It was already so much to tell him you hadn't had your first kiss yet, to admit to your best friend who—despite popular Midtown High opinion—has always been so irresistible to lovers, that you haven't gone as far as something so... simple. Something teenagers running your old stomping grounds have probably experienced ten times over by now. You don't think you can handle his pity too, "Peter, please."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. Everyone moves at their own pace."

You hiss through your teeth. You don't mean to, but the spite overwhelms you like red hot heat for a minute, "It's easy to say that when you've done it already."

You catch Peter's eye and immediately regret it. His untamed brows are drawn together, expression more analyzing than pitying. Even though you're brimming with feelings, he seems as if he's trying to wade through them, search for the gnarled root at the center of it all.

Then, and he says this so carefully that the meaning takes a moment to catch up with you, "There's nothing wrong with you."

It's the sincerity that does it. You shove his hand off of you, jerk away from him in a scramble to stand, but Peter is fast and lithe and he's always been two steps ahead of you even before the bite. He's up on his feet before even you are, coming to stand in your way when you go to grab for your bag, "Peter, move."

"Look, can we... can we talk about this?"

"I really don't want to. Move."

"Why are you shutting me out?"

"Because I want to go home. Move."

"Is it because of what I said?"

"Yes!" You blurt, growing frustrated the longer he blocks your path, "yes. Because I'm sick of being told there's nothing wrong with me when clearly..." Your voice tapers off, afraid to give him the reason he needs to worry about you, "Please. I'm just tired. It'll go away on its own, it always does, I just can't be here right now."

The standoff between you two lingers, feels like you might have to fight him just to escape. It takes everything in you just to keep eye contact with him and not burst into tears.

Peter clearly doesn't want to let you go. You can see that genius brain of his running every possible scenario in his mind in which he convinces you to stay, cry it out, leave happier than you came. None of them come soon enough. You brush past him when he realizes he's got nothing, and even the hand that grabs for you is halfhearted, shrugged off with little force.

"I'll see you later, Pete."

You let his front door shut on its own.

It hasn't been great.

What typically took a few hours to shake off had settled over you like a dark cloud ever since you'd stormed out of Peter's place. Even though you texted him like everything was fine (and dodged any phone calls so he wouldn't hear the truth with those freakishly good best friend senses of his), you had yet to see him again. Had yet to let yourself be seen.

You told yourself that it was just you missing Peter, and you believed that to be true, but you also believed that when he looked you in the eye and told you "there's nothing wrong with you", you hadn't been prepared for the nakedness of it all. He'd dug deep, right to the source. That kind of thing was hard to move past.

So you avoided him. If he came by your place, you pretended you weren't home. If he showed up at your work to take you to coffee, you lied and told him you had plans with a coworker. It had been several days now and you felt more and more cowardly by the minute.

It was Peter. Of all people, it was Peter. Your best friend. You could tell him anything (most things, some kept a little closer to the heart). You should be able to.

And it was silly. Being embarrassed about not kissing anyone. Plenty of people were in the same boat as you and they didn't ice their best friend out about it.

Ugh, now you were just making yourself feel worse.

You'd had enough. You'd end this pity party today. As you make your way through your apartment door, you promise yourself that after you've showered, after you've made yourself a filling dinner, after you've settled into bed, you'd call Peter and ask him to meet for pizza this weekend. You'd talk like civil adults who understand that life isn't a race. You'd share your couch, laugh about the whole thing, and maybe, just maybe, the hollowness in your chest that longed for someone's desire to fill it would finally-

He's sitting in your kitchen.

Legs dangling off the island, mask rolled up to his nose, and a spoon clattering out of his mouth and into a bowl of ice cream. Your front door shuts gently behind you.

You stare at each other for a few seconds. Then you glance through your bedroom door, cracked open just enough for you to see the breeze rustling your curtains. You turn back to Peter, who's cleaning off his bottom lip of raspberry sorbet. "Did you climb through the window? You have a key."

Peter sets the bowl down beside him, shrugs, "You weren't returning my calls."

Your shoulders sag and you drop your things to the floor, "Peter-"

"No, no," you watch him slide off the countertop and bounce over to you, and the nearness you aren't prepared for makes you back away an inch or two, "No Peter. I'm not Peter. I'm Spider-Man. See?" He gestures to the suit.

You reach your hand up and pinch his exposed cheek, then narrowly avoid his teeth before he tries to nip you, "I'm not in the mood. I said I'd call you later, I'm just... busy."

"Busy avoiding your best friend."

You can feel him trail after you as you walk away, beginning to undress. He catches your coat when you throw it toward the couch and hangs it up all neat on a hook. He kicks your shoes to a wall and tugs your belt from your fingertips once you've undone it. Then, unexpectedly, he hooks said belt around your waist and yanks you back to face him.

The momentum throws you fully into his chest but he's sturdy, unmoving as you grip his shoulders and give him the most hostile look you can muster. You attempt to wiggle out of the trap but he pulls the belt tighter, forcing you closer, and then you start to panic as the space between you both disappears, "I haven't been avoiding you, I just needed space." You quickly explain.

"And I get that," he admits, "but you scared me. I've never seen you like that before. Not with me. Not ever."

Of course he hadn't. It was why you kept all of this a secret in the first place. Because you knew he'd worry, and you knew that there would be nothing he could do to fix it. Not like he usually could.

"It was a... brief lapse in self-esteem. That's all. You're making it into a bigger deal than it should be."

"It's not a big deal?"

"No! That's what I keep trying to tell you."

"So it doesn't matter at all."

"Correct."

"Right."

"It's just an arbitrary milestone that means nothing." You grip the leather of your belt but you're nothing against his superhuman strength. Pleading with your eyes, you do your best not to slip back into that vulnerable place all over again. Peter made you feel safe to do that. Way too safe to do that. "I promise. I'm not avoiding you."

You get sick of staring into the whites of his mask and so you grab the edge of it and pull it up to his hairline, little tufts of curls poking out as his face is fully revealed to you. You stare into those sharp, probing eyes of his, forcing yourself to stand the test of Peter Parker's perception.

Suddenly, you're released.

You stumble back a bit, the belt clanking against the floor, as Peter throws his arms up in defeat, "Alright, alright. I get it. I should've let you breathe the other night. I was just worried, is all."

You smile, "And I appreciate that."

Peter quickly glances at you and then away, making an exaggerated show of kicking imaginary dust off the floor. "First kisses really mean nothing then, huh?"

"Zilch. Nada."

"So... doesn't matter when it is, who it is..."

You watch him carefully, "If this is about when we were six-"

"No, no, I know that didn't count. You don't even remember it," his face contorts in a wince, "I was just thinking. Something."

Your eyes narrow, "Uh-huh."

"Well, I mean, is that why? Because you don't remember it? Or... is it because it was me?"

"The kiss?" Peter blows a raspberry, looking more bashful by the second, and nods without looking at you. "It's... it's because we were six. And we didn't know what we were doing. I was just mimicking what we saw. We didn't know anything."

"And now we do."

"Yeah. What are you getting at, Pete?"

He sits on the back of your couch and kicks his feet out in front of him. "If all that matters is that we both know what we're doing, and a first kiss is just a meaningless milestone to you, then I thought that maybe we could give it another go. You know. So when a real kiss comes along that actually means something, you'll have an idea of how it's supposed to go."

You're six years old again.

You and Peter Parker are sitting in the dirt, mouths covered in sticky ice cream that the summer sun melted right up. You're both talking about Flash Thompson's trip to Florida and the hilarious sunburn he came back with when you spot an elderly couple across the park, pressing their mouths together over and over.

You're looking over at Peter and asking about it, sure it couldn't possibly feel good, and he's telling you that when Uncle Ben kisses May good morning in the kitchen he always looks away because it's gross.

And you're thinking... you start thinking something.

You're thinking it would be funny—that Peter would hate you for it, but you're just so curious—and you're pressing your lips to his so quickly that he doesn't get a chance to pull back before you're giggling in the grass. And May's voice flutters in the background, a shrill and delighted, "I caught that!" that makes you both turn tail and run toward the swings.

Peter's still staring at you, waiting.

Part of you feels like it's pity. Like he doesn't want you to feel bad about yourself. Like he doesn't know how else to fix it, because he has to fix it. He has to fix everything. He has to be your hero.

But the other part? A restless and selfish part wants to take it; it's curious.

You take a step forward, the two of you watching each other, waiting to see if the other might back out at the last second. He stays exactly where he is, legs parting slowly, and the silent invitation makes you feel hot under the collar.

When you're standing between them, you feel his knees bump your legs on either side, his hands planted firmly into the couch cushions. You notice the grip he has on them, "Are you sure?" You pause.

Peter tilts his head in that strange, spider-like way. As if he cannot fathom why would you ask such a thing, "Of course. I'm the one who offered."

Your hands shake as they consider where to put themselves, and you get about halfway to his shoulders before he takes them and places them on either side of his face, mumbling something about how it might help you feel more in control, quell your nerves a bit.

Peter's cheeks feel so warm in your hands, and you can feel each swallow he makes the longer you take in his expression. "Should... I move in first? Or..."

He laughs, short and high-pitched, "I guess I can go first."

You know you're supposed to close your eyes, but as he comes in close, you can't help but keep them lidded, taking in every twitch of his mouth as he inclines his neck, shuts his eyes, and kisses you.

Your brain reacts a half-second after his lips touch yours. You've probably stopped breathing, and you have to force your lips to unstiffen so that you could actually feel him. His lips are a little wet—he'd been rolling his bottom lip between his teeth since he'd sat down—and they taste faintly of raspberry. They're not cold though, and the feeling isn't unpleasant.

You don't know how to react to it, don't know if you should move or not, and so instead you curl your fingers into the silk of his nape and wait for the pounding in your chest to stop.

You feel him mouth at your bottom lip just once, and then pull back. "How'd that feel?"

You recall the sensations that went through your brain (all that it can recall anyway, when Peter's looking at you like that), "Slimy...?"

Peter's face falls, and then he bursts into laughter, shakes with the force of it, and drops his head on your shoulder. "There's got to be a better word than that."

"I don't know! I was just thinking about the feeling."

"I don't want to know what it felt like, I want to know how it made you feel. Did you like it? Hate it?"

"I don't know. I'm- I'm nervous."

"Hey, that's okay," his hand rubs your hip, warming the skin there, and you find yourself leaning into it for comfort, "everyone is their first time."

Peter is so, so gentle. Your heart feels like it might give out, but a little less now that it's over and he's not looking at you in disgust. You don't know what you expected, but... this was better. By far. That part of you that felt selfish takes over again, "Can we try again?"

His eyes widen a bit, but he's immediately nodding, "Okay. Yeah. Okay. We can try as- as many times as you want."

You nearly choke on your spit. "Can we?" Your voice comes out a meek whisper.

Peter nods. He brings his legs in so that he's sitting properly now. "Of course. You wanna move me? I can sit somewhere else. Or you can sit if you want."

"No, I like you here," you say, feeling your stomach tighten when his thighs lock against your legs, "um. Is there anything I can work on? How did I feel?"

"Warm. Soft. Just try to loosen up, alright?"

You force yourself to release the tension in your body and move in first this time. Images of rom-com kisses flood your brain, how you memorized their rhythms and the placement of their mouths. You try your best to mimic it, make it feel as good as it seemed to look, when you feel one of Peter's hands slip behind your head and angle you away just a hair, "You're tensing up," he warns, making you pause, "it doesn't have to be perfect. It's just you and me. Breathe for me, okay? Turn your brain off."

You feel your stomach flip a bit, and nod along mindlessly. You try again.

This time, it feels a little different. Not wet or stiff, even if it is still awkward. It almost overwhelms you when, as you're mouthing at Peter's lip, he returns the favor, but you keep your brain empty. You can't focus on the details because it won't feel right. You can't focus on the way it looks because it won't feel right.

So you focus on Peter. You focus on the hand on your hip drawing you closer and the hand on your neck rubbing circles into the knot there. You focus on the feeling of his suit under your pinkies. You focus on the small hum he makes when, with quite a bit of building up to it, you pass your tongue over his.

Almost as soon as you do it, you pull back. Peter is flushed and it makes the beauty marks on his skin stand out more. His eyelashes flutter, a half-smile on his lips that are kissed red. By you.

You open your mouth to ask but he beats you to it, "I think you've got it now... yeah. Definitely." You're so relieved you sigh, sagging away from him, but he catches your hands before they can can leave his face completely and holds them in his lap. You don't dare move them. "How about you? Did you like it?"

You nod, speechless.

Peter laughs and squeezes your hands in his, "Okay, good. Good. I love you, you know? I know it doesn't... replace what you're looking for, but you're wonderful. You're insane and funny and stunning and there's nothing wrong... you know? You're perfect. Take it from your loser best friend who had to get bit by a radioactive spider to get to first base."

You snort, "I mean, if that's all it takes..."

Peter shakes his head and stands, but his hand remains on your neck as you follow his eyes to his full height, "So, we good? No more ignoring me?" You bite your lip, nodding your head. Peter smiles. "Good, cause I'm starving and I need you to split a pizza with me."

"You just polished off a tub of ice cream and you're still hungry?"

"I'm a growing spider, honey. And I missed you." Without warning, the hand on your hip hooks around your back and hoists you into his body, throwing you off balance once more, "I'll swing us there and cover cheese sticks too. Sound good?"

You know you don't have much room to argue when he's being so generous. And not when he's beaming at you, so genuinely relieved to have you back that it would knock you off your feet if he wasn't holding you up.

He was right; this wouldn't replace what you were looking for, but it gets pretty damn close. Closer than you expected, actually. But it's just the adrenaline. This didn't change anything.

Did it? You stare up at Peter.

"We can try as many times as you want."

You might have a very different problem than you started with.

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[w2soneshots]

Confess -W2S

words: 1.1k+

warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, hospital, injury, car accident, worrying.

summary: when you fall in love with your best friend you struggle to keep your feelings at bay then Harry gets into an accident and it changes everything.

notes: hello my loves! Here is the request🫶🏼. This is like nothing I’ve ever written before so I hope you enjoy🤭💓

Tonight I'm going to a club with the boys and the side girls for a night out. It was Freya's last minute idea since we haven't been with each other as a group in so long. I was slightly nervous since I knew Harry was going to be there. I've had a crush on him since last year. There wasn't a specific moment that I realised but when I found myself constantly thinking about him and his big blue eyes I knew there was a problem.

I tried to convince myself that I didn't like him but eventually I accepted that I had a crush on one of my best friends. We've grown apart the past year due to me not wanting to be within two feet of him, worried that I'll do something I'll regret.

I invited Faith round to my apartment for pre drinks. Once she arrived I poured us both a drink and turned the music on. She helped me figure out what I was going to wear then after a few finishing touches we left. When we arrived outside of the club I took a deep breath. "You alright?" Faith asked with furrowed brows. "Mhm." I hummed then hopped out of the uber.

Thankfully Harry hadn't arrived yet so I got myself a drink. When I made my way back to the table I noticed that in the five minutes I'd been gone Harry and Freezy had arrived. It felt so weird to be nervous around him, we've been friends for so long and I've always felt so... safe when I'm with him. "Hey! y/n, how've you been?" Freezy asked. I smiled politely. "Great thanks." I sat down next to Talia.

After almost an hour of avoiding Harry I left to use the toilet. "Wait!" I turned around swiftly, just as I was about to open the bathroom door. Harry stood before me. I started to panic. I've never felt so strange in my life. Why do I feel like I'm going to explode. "I just- are you ok?" He asked. I looked to the floor. "I'm fine." I replied, swiftly pushing myself into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath once the door closed. "What the fuck is wrong with me?! I need fresh air." I thought. I made my way outside after freshening up and I let the cool air wash over my body. "I can't continue like this. I need to talk to Harry." I told myself. But first I need to get a little more drunk. When I returned to the table Talia began asking me where I'd been. I told her I wasn't feeling great so went to get some fresh air. She didn't look like she fully believed me but she let it go.

Later in the night once I was extremely drunk I decided it was time to talk to Harry. I took a deep breath then walked over to the bar where he stood next to Ethan. I tapped him gently on the shoulder. "Can I talk to you?" I asked him softly. He nodded quickly. I led him outside. "Ok so-" my words slowly cut out as he stepped towards me, so close I could smell the mixture of cologne and alcohol lingering on his body. "Can I kiss you y/n?" He asked. My breath hitched. I leaned closer. "Yes. Please." I whispered. Slowly his lips touched mine and everything finally felt complete.

After that night I didn't hear a word from him. I was upset but assumed that he didn't remember since we were so drunk or that he thought it was a mistake. But I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. It was sweet but desperate. Slow yet fast. Soft yet rough. I tried desperately to forget and move on but I just couldn't.

Almost two weeks after that night I was headed to my car after a long day at work when I got a call from Freezy. "Hello?" I answered, confused. "y/n, hi. Um- Harry's in the hospital." He told me quickly. My eyes widened. "I- what- Is he ok?!" I frantically ran towards my car. "He's ok but he's asking for you." "Me?" I stopped as I opened the car door. "Yes. Are you on your way?" He asked. "Mhm. I'll be there in ten."

When I arrived outside of the hospital I quickly parked then practically jumped out of the car. I made my way towards the reception desk and gave Harry's name. The woman nodded politely then showed me to his room. "Just in there." She said sweetly. I smiled lightly. "Thank you." She walked away and I stared nervously at the closed door. I took a long, deep breath. "He's fine. Everything's fine." I attempted to silently reassure myself. Before I could contemplate any more I pushed the door open.

Harry sat on a hospital bed with a few machines hooked up to him and a large bruise on his forehead. My mouth dropped open. "Oh my fucking god! I thought Cal said you were fine!" I rushed towards him. "I am." He reassured quietly. "You're clearly not! What the fuck happened?" "I- I was hit by a car." He looked into my eyes. A look of complete shock graced my features. "Hit by a car?!" "Uh, yeah. It was only a bump but I fell and knocked my head on the pavement. I think I passed out, it's all kind of a blur." My eyes fluttered closed. "Why am I here Harry?" I asked, eyes still shut.

It was silent for a second before he finally spoke. "Because I- I realised that if I had been really hurt today I would've regretted not telling you that... that I- I love you y/n." My eyes shot open. "You what?" My voice came out much quieter than I expected. "I love you. I've loved you for years. And I haven't stopped thinking about you since that kiss." "You remember?" "How could I not?" He pushed himself from the hospital bed. "Why- why didn't you say anything? No call, no text, nothing." I stepped back. "Because I thought you didn't remember." He replied.

I sighed, looking down at my feet. "I love you too." I whispered, barely believing that I was saying those words out loud. A tear slipped down my cheek. I wasn't sure if it was because I was nervous, stressed or happy but I didn't have time to think before I felt two strong arms wrap around my figure. I burst into floods of tears as I clung onto him. "I was so worried." I squeaked out. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I pulled away slowly with a sniffle. "I'm glad you're okay." "Me too because if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to do this." He placed his hand on the top of my back as our lips connected for the second (but definitely not last) time.

[kpop-yes]

Ryujin x male reader: Fan Favorite

Ryujin POV

It's been a few months since a group i've been in, Itzy, Debuted.

And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't stressful, because it was very stressful.

We had a strict schedule and had to practice on a daily basis with barely any energy.

And one way people like to get rod of stress, is sex.

But it's hard being an idol and trying to have sex.

It either ends up being a creep or some lowlife cheating behind my back.

Speaking of my idol life, that reminds me that I have a fam meetup in a few hours.

I haven't really been interested in having sex with any of my fans, except for one.

He's always at every concert or fan meetup, and he's always at the front row, having a t-shirt or sign of me on it.

With all the times we've interacted, He's single and most definitely handsome~

Anyways I might take him to a hotel, to talk, and maybe a little more than that... Okay maybe sex.

-Timeskip-

After entering our venue and meeting with security and staff, It was time for my plan to take action.

I've made a little note with my hotel address and room number, Then if he does show up, I'll get to know him a bit, then if does seem to be a good guy, then this night could take lust turn.

Y/n POV

Another day, another Itzy fan show.

I decided to buy a little plushie to give to Ryujin, I hope she likes it.

Anyways, I better get going, the venue isn't far but I wanna get to my seat first before the venue gets crowded.

Ever since Itzy debuted, I've been in love with Ryujin, and she's been my bias ever since 2019 when they debuted.

- TimeSkip -

I arrived at the venue and sat down in my seat, noticing only that a couple people were here and they were taking pictures.

I looked up at the stage to see people setting up tables and chairs and getting everything set up.

That's when everyone rushed in and started taking their seats.

After a few minutes, Itzy walked and everyone started cheering, including me.

They were bowing and as soon as they were taking seats, I swear I saw her wink at me.

- Ryujin POV -

We all walked up to the front of the stage, bowed, and introduced ourselves to the fans, add as were walking to our seats, I spotted him, and I winked at him.

I felt so proud of myself for making the first move, hopefully he noticed.

Anyways, we sat down at our seats and explained how gifts and pictures worked, and after explaining some more rules, our fans started lining one by one for a signature and picture.

I looked to see where he was and saw that he was one of the first in line.

I got more nervous the more he moved closer, but why, if anything he should be the nervous one.

After taking a couple pictures and signing, It was his turn, what was his name again? was it y/n? might as well give it a shot.

He walked up to me and handed a little plushie,

"I hope you like it", he says.

"Like it? I love it! Thanks um... Y/n right?"

"Yes, you remembered my name!"

"How could I forget one of my biggest fans names! Anyways, Do you want a picture or an autograph?"

"Just a picture please!"

He handed me his phone and I took a photo of us, he looked very cute, but now it was time to give him the note.

- Y/n POV -

After taking a photo with Ryujin, I turned around and was about to walk off stage when I felt something in my hand.

I turned around to see Ryujin handing me a note,

The note said

-Meet me at (Random hotel address and room number) At 12:00 -

Is this really happening, has THE Ryujin invited me to her hotel room?!

I looked at her to see if this was some sort of joke but after looking deep in her sincere eyes, I don't think she's joking.

I nervously walked off the stage and back in my seat.

- Timeskip -

The rest of the fan meet was very awkward for me so much. I felt very awkward just looking at ryujin and couldn't focus on the fan meet and worried more about what she wanted from me.

Did she want to give me something? Was she going to do something to me? did she give me the correct hotel number?

So many thoughts and dirty thoughts running through my head the whole time.

I left instantly

when the fan meet ended and didn't look back.

I drove home, showered, and got ready to hopefully meet Ryujin at the hotel.

- Timeskip -

I left my house and got in my car, nervously I drove to the hotel address.

Never had I thought that I'd be driving to meet Ryujin at a hotel in private, One could only dream about this happening, but not me.

I arrived at the hotel, and it wasn't that big, Not I even I would suspect that an Idol was staying here.

I got out of my car and walked into the hotel, I asked the person at the desk where the room number Ryujin told me was at.

They gave me instructions and I was now taking an elevator to the room where Ryujin is supposedly at.

I got off the elevator and I found the room.

I nervously walked up to the door and knocked.

*Knock* *Knock*

Nothing, I guess she really did give me a random room number-

*click*

The door got unlocked, the door slowly opened and,

There she was, Ryujin, In front of me.

"Hey, you came! Come inside", she said.

"O-Okay".

I walked inside the room to see a bed, bathroom, and tv.

Nothing expensive just a normal room.

I sat down on the bed and Ryujin Closed the door and sat next to me.

"So, Why did you want me to meet you here?" I asked.

"Oh because I wanted to ask you some questions!"

And for the next 20 minutes Ryujin asked me questions like what I do on my free time and My hobbies.

Nothing seemed unusual until the final question.

"Anyways, I have one final question", she said while moving closer to me.

"Un sure, ask away".

She got closer to me until her face was right in front of me. She got closer to my ear and whispered,

"Are you a virgin Y/n?"

What, How am I supposed to answer that question?!?

If I say no she'll expect me to be experienced?  But if i say yes I'll probably look like a loser to her?

What do I say?!?

"Um, Y-Yeah Im a V-Virgin" I said nervously

"Perfect~ Take off your pants"

I did as she said and started unbuckling my pants.

But I guess I was taking too long because she got on her knees and started taking off my pants.

After struggling to unzip my pants, she roughly pulled them down and admired my member bulging through my boxers, then taking them off.

One thing I won't ever forget is the second when my member slapped a crossed face and her face admiring my member.

After admiring my member for a minute, she wraps her hands around my member and starts to stroke it.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

The sensation was already amazing but knowing that Ryujin was stroking my dick the sensation was even better.

Going from stroking, Ryujin Puckered her lips as she slowly started to give me a blowjob.

Her tongue twisting in the inside of her mouth while moving her head back and forward was something that you could only imagine.

My head felt lightheaded snd I felt like I was about to blow my load.

I guess Ryujin could sense my load as she suddenly stopped what she was doing and stood up.

She looked me in the eyes while slowly stripping right in front of me.

After taking off most of her clothes, all that was left were her bra and her soaked panties.

She fell on the bed back first and seemingly waited for me.

“Come on, you’re taking too long. Woman also need some stress taken care of!” She said frustrated.

I moved on top of her and started moving her panties to the side snd admired her soaked Vagina.

But I guess I took too long because she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in her grasp.

I lined ip my member to her pussy and slowly inserted my dick into her.

Her slow moans gave me more confidence to move more inside of her.

After being fully inside of her, I stroked back and forward slowly, Hearing her moans was a pleasant sound to hear.

My mind started to get foggy as I started to Stroke harder, My head felt dizzy but I kept stroking until I was about to reach my limit,

“Ah, Ryujin, I’m about to cum-“

“Do it, Do it Y/n, Fucking cum inside of me!”

After getting confirmation from Ryujin, I kept pounding until I blew my load inside of her.

I Laid beside her, Admiring her body.

Even tho I blew my load, My member was still rock hard.

Ryujin looked back at me and smirked.

And after what seemed like a looooong night, Ryujin gave me her number and told me,

“Call me if you ever fell stressed again”.

[milkman-zahhak]

Shane drawing + written fic to accompany it

WARNING, THIS IS A KINK POST, A FETISH POST. IT WILL CONTAIN FETISH CONTENT, SUCH AS BELLIES FULL OF FOOD AND WHATNOT, CHECK THE TAGS FOR THE WHOLE RUNDOWN.

Hello, enjoy another drawing of Shane based off of some in-game dialogue.

Idk if this is base-game, part of one of the many dialogue mods I have installed, or one of the lines I added into the game's code myself to practice modding and to get used to editing dialogue files. I'd say the latter but I don't remember ever typing this so.. idk. Just assuming it's canon for now lol.

Anyways here's the drawing:

+ a short lame-ass gif attempt

I know it's terrible, I wish I could blur it or something so you could choose whether to see it or not, but oh well. Here's what you're probably all looking for, sorry again if my writing is bad, I haven't proofread it or anything, otherwise I would see what I wrote, and decide not to post it ever! So as usual this is all getting posted RAW and UNCUT!!1! That's why I post both the drawing and the writing- so that if one sucks, maybe the other will impress you and save the poor failure of a post. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Shane sat back on the worn couch in their cozy farmhouse living room, licking the last bit of greasy residue from his fingers with a satisfied sigh. The empty plate in front of him was a testament to the gluttony that had taken hold of him, scattered with crumbs of one of his favorite snacks, pepper poppers. The farmer always made sure to keep the fridge stocked with them in case Shane got hungry while his husband was too busy to cook for him, since Shane's culinary skill peaked at reheating pre-existing meals in a microwave. Shane usually tries to be a bigger help around the farm when he can, doing what he knows best and caring for all of the animals (mostly the chickens) while his husband tended to the crops and went out foraging. All that hardworking farmer stuff. But today was rainy and stormy, the kind of day Shane liked to spend inside the house. He'd went out to the barn and the coop that morning and made sure the animals were okay, but that was about as much physical activity he had since waking up. Meanwhile, despite Shane's concerns and warnings to him, his husband insisted that he go out and fish in the storm, saying "Certain kinds of fish only come out in this weather, Shane. Besides, the rain means I don't need to water the crops today, I can get other chores done!"

So here he was, sitting on his ass in the house watching TV, the entire stock of pepper poppers he'd saved up for a day like this in front of him, or rather, the remainders of it. He had lost count of how many he had consumed, but it was undoubtedly more than he could handle. A warm, uncomfortable pressure began to build in his stomach, causing it to swell noticeably beneath his shirt. He looked down at his belly, which now protruded like a beach ball, and couldn't help but chuckle softly. The spicy treat had become somewhat of a weakness for him, and his husband knew it all too well.

"Oh, oh wow.. The farmer's gonna be home soon, and I'm such a mess", Shane thought, running a hand over his distended stomach. The heavy sensation of fullness and the audible rumbles signaling an incoming tummy ache were worrying, but he couldn't deny the strange satisfaction that came with it. He shifted his position, attempting to alleviate some of the discomfort, only to feel a loud gurgle reverberate throughout his torso. The sound made him blush, and he glanced around the room, hoping that no one else had heard it before remembering that he was home alone. Even if he wasn't, he had a hunch that his husband wouldn't mind seeing him like this anyways. Another gurgle echoed through his intestines, followed by an unmistakable sensation of gas brewing inside of him. Shane leaned to the side, carefully straining as a short, quick puff rushed out from behind him into his seat. "nhfh.." He grunted, holding back a cough as the scent of digesting pepper poppers lingered in the air.

With a groan, Shane shifted his weight on the couch, the couch creaking underneath him as he tried to sit up straight but ultimately slouched back down, regretting trying to preserve his dignity. His stomach gave another loud growl, followed by a series of smaller rumbles that made him cringe. "Pepper poppers, why do you have to taste so good but hurt me so bad?" Shane muttered to himself, rubbing his belly tenderly.

He knew all too well that they didn't agree with him sometimes. They'd make him feel bloated, gassy, and sometimes even give him heartburn and indigestion depending on how much he decided to pig out, but damn if they weren't worth it. He glanced over at the clock on the wall, realizing that his husband would be home soon.

"I should probably clean up this mess before he gets back", Shane thought, looking at the empty plates and greasy napkins littering the coffee table. He slowly pushed himself off the couch, letting out a small burp as he did so. He paused for a moment, waiting for any more gas to escape before he began to gather up the remnants of his indulgent day. His insides were churning up a storm but nothing else seemed to come out just yet. As he bent over to collect some of the napkins that fell on the floor, another gurgle sounded from his stomach, followed by a sharp pain that made him wince.

"Fuck," Shane cursed under his breath, clutching at his swollen midsection. He straightened up carefully, trying to ignore the discomfort as he made his way to the kitchen. Each step he took sent small tremors through his body, making him hyper-aware of every little movement in his stomach.

When he finally reached the kitchen, he deposited the plate into the sink and napkins in the trash can and took a deep breath, leaning against the counter for support. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his bloated appearance. He knew his husband loved him no matter what, but Shane couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the doorknob jiggled and he heard the front door creak open. It's as if the universe was reading his mind and taunting him. "Hey honey, I'm back! I caught a bunch of neat fish today! I think we might need more Wild Bait though because…" The farmer's words trailed off as he caught sight of Shane in the kitchen, his eyes drifting downwards onto the poor man's swollen belly. Shane could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as his husband's gaze swept over him, taking in the sight of his distress.

"Shane? Are you alright? You look…" the farmer trailed off, concern evident in his voice.

Shane forced a sheepish smile, taking his hand off of his belly, trying to play it cool despite the discomfort. "Urgh.. Y-Yeah, honey, I'm fine, just… *hic* ate too many pepper poppers…" he admitted, quickly going back to rubbing at his stomach again. He could feel the gas building up inside him, threatening to escape at any moment. He hoped that the farmer wouldn't notice, but the man had always been perceptive.

The farmer's eyes narrowed, and Shane knew that he wasn't fooling him one bit. "How many did you have? I mean, I have a whole chest of ingredients in the shed so I can always make you more, but I really thought this time I'd made you enough." he asked, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

Shane shrugged noncommittally, not wanting to admit the truth. "You did, you made more than enough, sweetie…" Shane paused to let out a belch, only for it to get caught in his throat, the moment passing uncomfortably. "I just… I wasn't paying attention, and I ate more than enough." he mumbled, looking away. No point in feigning innocence now, not if he wanted any help with his developing bellyache.

The farmer chuckled, crossing the room to stand behind him. He wrapped his arms around Shane's waist, pulling him close so that his back was pressed against the farmer's own body. Shane let out a small squeak of surprise, followed by a louder gurgle from his stomach. The farmer's laughter grew louder at the sound, and Shane couldn't help but join in, despite the embarrassment.

"You know they always do this to you, snack-food is supposed to be eaten in moderation, y'know." the farmer said, kissing the back of Shane's neck.

Shane nodded, wincing slightly as another rumble echoed through the kitchen, the cause of which staying irritatingly trapped inside his stomach "Yeah, I know," he replied. "But I couldn't resist. ugh.. They taste so much better after being microwaved." The farmer's hand slid up to rub circles on Shane's distended belly, "Mmhmm, and I bet it's so easy to just keep eating without even thinking about it when they're all… soft and squishy.."

Shane rolled his eyes, the irony of such a description was not lost on him. The farmer couldn't resist teasing Shane some more, rubbing his hands over the swollen belly and giving it a few gentle pats. Shane's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as the movement caused more gas bubbles to form and shift. "You're adorable, you look like you're pregnant, haha! " the farmer laughed, his fingers tracing patterns on the taut flesh "Kidding, haha. Swallowing seems to be your strong-suit no matter the situation, huh?"

Shane tried to play it off, swatting at the farmer's hand weakly. "Stop!" he said between giggles and groans, "It's not funny!" But deep down, he knew that his husband's touch was helping him relax, even if it made things worse temporarily. The farmer was always so attentive, always knowing just what to do to make him feel better. And just what to say to get under his skin and make him squirm.

Just then, Shane's stomach gave a particularly loud growl, followed by a deep, low burp, like a warning signal. "*bhrrruurup*… uh, 'scuse me.." The farmer's grin faltered slightly, his eyes flickering to Shane's face as he felt the tension return to his husband's body. "Oooohohooohhhh… " Shane moaned, clutching at his belly "f-fuck, they're really doing a number on me". The gas was building up inside him, pressing against his insides like a balloon ready to burst. He could feel the pressure increasing by the second.

"Come on," the farmer said, taking Shane by the hand and leading him back to the couch, "Let's get you comfortable."

The farmer sat Shane back down on the couch, his belly jiggling slightly from the effort it took to move. He sat down next to him and began rubbing his hand gently over his stomach, trying to ease the discomfort. Shane leaned back, letting out a couple of hiccups. "Fuck, that hurts," he muttered, trying relax himself. The farmer chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth and amusement as he continued to rub circles around Shane's navel. "Relax, dear. You know the drill by now." He was right, Shane had experienced this kind of thing many times before after indulging in his favorite foods. His stomach was just sensitive.

Or maybe his favorite foods being greasy, cheesy pizza, soda, peppers, and spicy pepper poppers was the culprit behind his frequent tummy troubles- but as he's said before, he'd rather die before abstaining from any of those foods.

As the farmer's hands kneaded gently into the surface of Shane's aching belly, they loosened up a few air bubbles that were previously trapped. Shane's gasps and groans were interrupted by airy little burps. "There we go~" the farmer cooed, enjoying the little moans that followed almost every time his husband burped. For as much relief as they brought him in the moment, more gas was building inside of him rapidly as his stomach tried to digest everything. Shane knew this was only the beginning of what was bound to be a long night. The farmer leaned down, pressing his ear against Shane's stomach, listening to the symphony of sounds emanating from within. "Sounds like your stomach's waging a war on you in there." he joked, his breath tickling Shane's skin. Shane groaned in embarrassment, but couldn't help but laugh a little, too. The farmer always knew how to lighten the mood. But as his nimble fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of his lower belly, Shane's laughter turned into moans of both pleasure and discomfort. He couldn't deny that there was something erotic about this situation, even though he knew it shouldn't be. "*hic-uuurp.. uuurp*... ughhh, feels… so tight.." He whined.

Shane flinched as his intestines let out a sickly rumble, he knew his husband could feel and hear it from the outside. "Just let it out, it's gotta happen at some point" the farmer whispered, his hand now firmly kneading Shane's lower stomach. Shane nodded, biting his lip. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let go. A loud, long fart echoed inside the room, making them both laugh uncontrollably.

The tension dissipated as the gas escaped, and Shane slumped back onto the couch, relieved for a moment "oh fuck, finally.." he sighed. As the minutes passed, Shane's burps became more frequent and less forceful - small puffs of air escaping his lips like a steam engine letting off steam. He shifted on the couch, farting once more. "Buhhhh.. I don't feel good.."

He was a burpy mess. He struggled to speak between them "I'm so *uuurp* bloated" he whined, looking down at himself with disgust. His stomach was round and hard, protruding against his shirt. He felt each gurgle and bubble as his stomach contents churned like a pot of boiling soup- if the soup was made entirely of pepper poppers and grease. He couldn't believe how much he'd eaten - it felt like he'd never be able to move again. *hic…… hic….*

"oh no, f- *hic* fuck.." Shane moaned. each hiccup jostled his already sensitive belly. He put both his hands on the sides of his poor bloated belly, trying to keep it steady while his husband rubbed it. Suddenly, another hiccup shook Shane's frame, only this time it was accompanied by air being forced out after being sucked in by the initial hiccup. His entire body tensed up and he let out a painful groan. "*hic-uuurp* fuck, that h- *hic-uoorrrp* guh… hurts.." The farmer's hand paused mid-rub, looking down at his husband with a mix of concern and arousal "Aw, you poor thing. I can't stop hiccups.. um, just…. Try not to swallow too much air?" Shane whimpered in response "*hic* can't.. help it.. *hic-uuurp* ow… oooohhh.. *hic-uurlp* ow…" "Just hang in there," the farmer reassured him, rubbing his back now. they were both a bit less talkative for a few minutes as Shane groaned in pain. Eventually his hiccups became less frequent, replaced instead by deeper and wetter belches. but the whole ordeal of uncontrollable hiccups still left Shane exhausted. "*buuuuurp* ugggh… so gurgly… *buuuu-ulp* oooh.." Shane managed to say through clenched teeth.

The farmer nodded sympathetically, rubbing Shane's back with slow, comforting circles. He couldn't help but admire the way his husband's belly moved with every burp, the firmness of it beneath his hands. It was fascinating, in a weird sort of way. The farmer moved in closer next to Shane, resuming his gentle massages on his husband's stomach. His hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, trying to coax any remaining gas out gently.

Shane's breathing was deep and labored, his chest rising and falling with each exhale. "ngh… ohhhhh.. *frrrrrt pffffrr-brrpt* ah.." Shane trembled as he felt pressure building near his backside, unable to hold anything back. After a small toot, realizing it was only another fart, Shane actively pushed a little bit, forcing the air out. "Better?" the farmer asked.

The farmer's touch was soothing, his concern evident as he continued to massage Shane's belly. Shane couldn't deny the strange mix of embarrassment and arousal he was feeling - it wasn't everyday someone else got to see him in such a state. But something about his husband's tender massages made him feel cared for and safe. He nodded weakly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Y-yeah.. thank you." He murmured, leaning into the farmer's touch.

The farmer smiled, his thumb pressing against Shane's belly button as he worked his way around the taut surface. The pressure built again, and Shane even try to hold anything in. He let out a long, wet fart, followed almost immediately by a hefty burp. The farmer laughed softly under his breath. "Good boy." He praised, leaning in to plant a kiss on Shane's cheek. Shane's face reddened at the praise, but he couldn't help but feel a spark of arousal at the gentle dominance in his husband's tone. He bit his lip, trying to contain himself as the farmer's hands continued to work their magic. His belly felt a tiny bit lighter now, the gas slowly leaving his body. The farmer's hands moved lower, accidentally brushing against Shane's crotch. He let out a small yelp at the sudden contact, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants almost as much as his belly strained against his waistband.

"Sorry," He mumbled, turning his face away and burying it in his hands. "It's just… you know.. *uuurp* mmph, you.. You're touching me so much.. a-and rubbing me…" he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. The farmer chuckled again, his hand resting lightly on Shane's hip. "It's okay, sweetheart." He said softly, giving Shane's side a gentle squeeze. "We've been married for years, I know how your body works." He paused, his eyes meeting Shane's briefly before looking away. "And honestly, it's adorable."

The farmer's words sent another wave of heat through Shane, his embarrassment giving way to full-fledged arousal. He shifted slightly, trying to adjust himself without drawing too much attention. But it was no use - every movement seemed to shake his overstuffed belly, reminding him of his predicament. He could feel the farmer's eyes on him, taking in every detail.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" Shane stammered, trying to sound playful but failing miserably. The farmer's gaze softened as he reached out and cupped Shane's cheek, turning his face towards him. "Because I find you incredibly sexy right now," he admitted, his voice low and husky. Shane's eyes widened in shock before a small smile tugged at his lips. He couldn't believe it - he felt like such a mess, but the farmer found him attractive?

Shane's smile grew wider, a sense of warmth spreading throughout his body. He couldn't believe that his husband found him attractive even in such an unflattering state. He leaned into the touch, nuzzling against the farmer's palm like a content cat. The farmer's thumb traced circles on his cheek as they sat there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the simple intimacy between them.

However, the peace didn't last long. With a loud groan, Shane's stomach protested again, reminding them both that he still had quite a bit of digesting to do. He winced, his hand flying to his belly as it spasmed painfully. The farmer's expression shifted back to concern, his hand moving from Shane's cheek to his stomach to comfort him. "Do you need anything else?" He asked gently. Shane shook his head, biting his lip to stifle another burp. He didn't want to ruin the moment, but he couldn't deny the discomfort he was still in.

"Nah.." He said finally, "Just.. *urp* need to let my belly settle.. whoof…" He took a deep breath, trying to calm his stomach. The farmer nodded, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on Shane's belly. They sat like that for a while longer, Shane burping and farting helplessly. The farmer secretly hoped that the storm outside would continue through the night and into tomorrow. Not for the fishing opportunities, but because maybe he did need a good rainy day off at home.

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[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 3884

Warning: Mild Language, Fluff, Angst, Possessiveness, Jealousy…

Prompt: Gibbs pulled a stunt and you decided to get your revenge—by making him jealous…

Y/N Gibbs POV

I woke up today and had the most brilliant idea. I knew exactly how to get my husband back. I shake my head, still unable to believe that Jethro could do such a thing—especially at work!

FLASHBACK

I hum a tune as I step out of the bathroom with a big, fluffy towel wrapped around my. I found myself sifting through my work clothes when my eyes catch a silver gift bag. I grab it, pulling the card off it.

Y/N/N, be a good girl and wear this to work, will you? -Jet

I open the bag and pull out a beautiful dark red lingerie set. I was trying to think of what the occasion was and why Jethro would be giving me a gift. My heart beats with anticipation at the thought of us having sex. We haven't done anything intimate for weeks besides a quick kiss here and there. We've both put our focus on work and we've come home, immediately crashing is bed.

I drop the towel, sliding on the lingerie set and hum in approval. I loved the feeling of lingerie against my skin. Something about it made me feel confident and sexy. I go back to my dresser and pull on a baggy pair of black cargo pants. I pull on a white baggy t-shirt and a black blazer.

Jethro was possessive and I loved it. I joined the team seven years ago and I may be the baby of the team, slightly younger than Ziva, Tim and Tony, but I worked my ass off. I was the "heart" of the team as they put it. I was a profound profiler and negotiator. We all were great investigators, but I also brought our little team closer together.

When I first joined, I could give a care less about the dress code. Some days, I'd follow it, but my clothes were snug to my figure. I was confident and didn't mind showing a bit more cleavage than needed. Some days, I liked to wear short skater skirts like Abby, to show off my legs. I'd show the occasional stomach here and there.

But, I enjoyed the way Jethro's eyes would roam over me. I chuckle, thinking about the day he asked me over to his house. It was our first kiss and our first time together. We were friends with benefits briefly before I had enough and outed how I felt. Then we dated before marrying. All of which I stopped dressing the way I use to, noticing how possessive he got over me once we were officially together. He's a man who gets jealous easy, not appreciating others staring at "his woman" as he puts it.

I leave my red hair down, grabbing my bag before leaving our home. It was time for work and it seems Jethro left me to sleep in. I was thankful and disappointed. I knew I needed the sleep, but I also enjoy our car rides to work together. I can't remember the last time I drove to work on my own.

It was a quiet drive, mostly filled with humming before I hum my way into the building and up to the bullpen. I saw the FBI here and roll my eyes. Oh, what a case this will be.

"Hon, we are working alongside the FBI on this case. Show them the conference room." Jethro says.

"Well, good morning to you as well husband. Yeah, my morning has been wonderful, thanks for asking. Oh, how's yours? Wonderful too. It was strange coming into work without you. Oh, and I got your gift. And yes, I listened. Oh, your tired of my rambling. Right, don't forget I'm your wife, Jet. Agents, follow me." I say, mocking at Jethro.

He had a small amused smile on his face. I was slightly moody he was acting strange with me today. I lead the agents away, ignoring Tony's grin at my one-on-one conversation with myself.

I leave the Agents to set up and head back to my desk. I could feel his eyes on me and I glance up, meeting those piercing blue eyes. I quirk a brow.

"Yes, Jethro?" I ask.

"Wondering if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He murmurs, smirking slightly.

"Asshole! You didn't even say good morning, we didn't ride together, I haven't even had a good morning kiss or hug, I haven't had coffee nor breakfast, and the first thing you do when you see me is put me to work." I hiss and he snorts.

"I think you woke up with your hair on fire, hon." He says.

I clench my jaw, narrowing my eyes at him. I shake my head as the elevators open and Fornell walks off.

"Y/N! Any chance your divorcing Jethro yet?" Fornell asks with a grin.

"I might just be his fifth ex-wife after this morning!" You tease, sending a glare at a grumpy Jethro who was glaring daggers at the both of you.

Fornell talks to Gibbs, but your eyes widen as you bite your tongue to silence any noise from you as you clench your thighs at the sudden vibrations you felt. It clicked. The lingerie bottoms weren't an ordinary bottoms. They were meant for teasing. In your case, punishment. You glare up at Jethro who's lips twitches as he amps it up higher. You nearly jumped out of your chair, trying to suppress the moan.

END OF FLASHBACK

Oh, how he pushed the wrong buttons. He had left earlier once again much to my displeasure, but today was the day to get him back. Make him jealous and then make him have the bluest balls he's ever going to have.

I walk out of the bathroom, dropping the towel. I put on a lingerie set. I grab my black skirt that ended at mid-thigh—and that’s if I was being generous on that.

It was tight, hugging my ass and my legs. It really brought out my legs and I grin. It has a little slit, but it was cute. Not to mention the designer belt I add to it—a gift from Jethro. I had been talking about it with Abby for months and he got it as a birthday present.

I grab a white top that was like a tank-top with the wider straps. It was clinging to my body, the deep plunge neckline showed off more cleave than I've shown in years. A little bit of my belly was peaking through and I grin. Perfect. I slide on a black blazer before grabbing my black high heels.

This was going to be perfect.

I go to the bathroom, brushing my wavy red hair. I go for a slightly edgy, but neutral makeup look with a slightly dark red lipstick.

I hum, grabbing my purse and begin making my way to the Navy yard. I decided a pit stop was necessary and I grabbed drinks for the team. I get there and decided to go to Autopsy where I leave their drinks on the table as they were out getting a body. I leave a little note, humming as I head back to the elevator and head to Abby's lab.

She had her music going and I walk in, as she spins, she sees me. She turns the music off and looks at me in awe.

"You look so pretty!" She exclaims.

"Thank you, Abs! I brought you a gift." I say, handing her Caf-Pow.

"Your the best! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She exclaims and I chuckle.

"Of course." I say.

I head to the elevator, feeling slightly nervous for Jethro's reaction. I walk off the elevator and Tony whistles.

"I brought you a coffee with loads of cream and sugar." I say, winking at him and he grins.

"Thanks!" He says.

I head to Ziva, pulling a tea free.

"A tea for you, it was a new one on the menu I thought you'd like to try." I say.

"Thank you, Y/N/N. You look gorgeous by the way." She says, smirking slightly and I smile.

"Thanks, Ziva. I felt like dressing up a bit today. I felt like I deserved it after the hell Jethro put my through last week." I say.

"Fornell can be a real pain in the ass." She chuckles and I grin.

"That he can be." I say, even though that wasn't what I was referring too.

I walk to McGee, handing him a black coffee which he quietly thanks me for as he is on the phone. I walk to Jethro, handing him a coffee.

"My office." He grumbles.

"Oh, Jethro. Take that stick out of your ass. Who's looking anyway. It's an outfit and it's cute." I say.

He was silent, staring at me with dark, narrowed blue eyes. I could see the lust in them just as I could see the possessiveness in them...the jealousy coming to the surface.

I turn, walking to my desk, throwing the carton away once I pulled my coffee free. I hum softly as the elevator doors open.

"Fornell! If you like us so much, come join the team!" I say, winking at him.

"FBI is more my forte...although, your always welcome to join my team." He says, his eyes on my chest.

Jethro clears his throat and I look at him to see him glaring daggers at Fornell.

"Eyes off my wife, Fornell." He warns.

That sent a strange sensation to my core. I knew why and I was eager for the day to go on, wanting to press more buttons.

"I don't know how you managed to settle down with this grumpy bastard, Y/N." Fornell says and I giggle, rolling my eyes.

"Y/N, my office. Now." Jethro snaps, standing up as he storms towards the elevator.

I grin which stopped the team from looking so concerned. It was their turn to chuckle.

"You planned this out." Tony says.

"That I did. Revenge is a bitch." I say and he chuckles as I walk toward the elevator that Jethro was waiting on.

The doors close and he hits the button harshly. I purse my lips, swatting his arm.

"Easy there, macho man." I say.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He snaps, glaring down at me.

"Well this is my skirt. Look! It even has a little slit right here. It's so cute. And this top...you know that though." I say, grinning.

"I don't want people ogling my wife. I have some extra clothes of yours at my desk." He sighs.

"I'm not changing, Jet." I say.

"Why the hell not?" He asks, turning back to me.

"Because, I like this outfit. And you'd like it to if you investigated a little more." I say.

"You didn't." He grits out.

"Oh, I did. Your favorite set too." I say and I gasp as he pushes me up against a wall.

"It's one thing wearing this outfit to work, knowing men will stare, but then lingerie. Your asking for your ass to be red." He growls.

His hand twitches on my hip and I smile softly, putting my hand over it as I slide it under my skirt. His eyes were locked with mine and I make his fingers brush the lace bottoms.

"I just woke up feeling really good about today, Jet. I wanted an outfit to suit my mood and confidence." I say, shrugging.

"Your changing. I can't have you on my mind all damn day as we work a case, worrying about someone looking up your skirt." He says and I roll my eyes.

I push him back, smoothing my outfit out.

"I'm not changing, Jet. I'm your wife, not some...dog you can control." I say.

"Your my bitch in bed, aren't you?" He says and my jaw drops.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs! That is so crude and so...s-so unlike you!" I exclaim.

"I thought you liked it when I called you my bitch. Are you not? What happened to being daddy's whore?" He asks and I gulp.

I could feel my skin flush as my panties dampen. Maybe I didn't think this all the way through. He smirks, that stupid lopsided smirk, his eyes twinkling. He knew damn well what he was doing to me.

Two can play this game.

"Well daddy...I do like it when you call me those names. But, I'm not in the mood right now." I say.

"W-What? You just called me daddy. Your doing that thing with your eyes and you wore this outfit. You want my attention. Well, you have it." He says.

Oh, I have it alright and I'll have it the rest of the day, whilst leaving you hanging for that crap you pulled last week.

"I think your profiling skills are a bit off, hon." I say, feigning an apologetic smile.

I pat his arm before moving out from the wall and hitting the emergency stop button. He goes to hit again, but I swat his hand away and the doors open. We walk off and he grabs my wrist. I stop, looking at him.

"Please change...I'll do whatever you want." He murmurs.

"I like my outfit, Jethro." I say, pulling away and going to my desk.

"Gibbs! I brought the file you asked for!" Palmer says before all the papers fall out.

He looks at Jethro wide eyed and I stand, bending over to help. I was well aware what I was going and I heard Fornell and Tony whistle as Jethro curses and I hear his chair.

I feel him press against me from behind, a hand on my hip as he leans down behind me to grab a paper.

"Sit your ass down right now, Y/N or else I'll carry your ass out of here kicking and screaming." He warns quietly.

"I'm trying to help Palmer. Leave me alone, Jethro. Your being moody today." I say.

He grunts, but I finish picking up the papers before standing. I take the papers from Palmer as Jethro tugs my skirt down as it did ride up a bit. I walk back to my desk, working on reorganizing the papers before standing and handing it to Jethro.

I sit and Jethro soon was giving out orders when he realized Tony was alone. I stand.

"I'll go with Tony! It's been awhile since I've been out baiting a suspect." I say.

"Not dressed in that." Jethro says gruffly.

"Oh get over yourself, Jet. I look fine. Come on, Tony!" I exclaim.

"We'll be watching!" Fornell says before he grunts.

"Stop staring at my wife's ass." Jethro warns.

We all get on the elevator and I hum softly as Tony hands me the keys. The keys...to his very nice car that I've been dying to drive.

"You dressed to impress and it's a simple and quick undercover op where you get his attention. So, get his attention tigress." He says, winking at me and I grin.

I follow Tony to his car, more than eager to drive his baby. I glance at Jethro to see his brooding face and fiery eyes. I knew he was growing more pissed off. My eyes were on his slightly growing bulge.

The drive to the nice bar was short. Tony and I made our way to the bar with our earpieces in.

"Look a little more like a couple." McGee says.

"Boss is going to kill me." Tony grumbles before sliding his hand from my lower back to ass.

"I'll protect you." I say.

"Will you?" Jethro's gruff voice comes through.

"If you don't want the bluest balls in history, Jethro, I'd comply a bit." I murmur, looking over the menu of drinks as Tony tries to stifle his laughter.

"I don't know what to get, babe!" I exclaim, moving so I was in front of Tony.

Our chests were pressed together, his hand on my ass and I move my hand to his. His eyes widen before going back to normal. I catch a man staring and I did a brief study before looking back up into Tony's eyes.

"Blue jeans. Hawaiian shirt. Ten o'clock." I say.

"See him." Jethro grunts.

"Why don't you get yourself a martini?" Tony asks.

"I don't like girly drinks, you know that." I say and he chuckles.

"Get her a Black Russian." Jethro says and I smile sweetly up at Tony.

"Hey, can I get a Black Russian and a bourbon over ice?" Tony asks.

I giggle as he lifts me up onto the bar, both of us level almost. I was still slightly short.

"Boss, you got to get some food in her. She's as light as a feather." Tony says.

"Oh stop!" I giggle, smacking his chest.

"Black Russian and bourbon over ice." The bartender says.

Tony hands me my drink and grabs his, both of us clinking our glasses together. He took a sip, but I down mine.

"Easy there, tigress." Tony chides.

"Give me yours." I say.

He hands me his, which solves the problem of his drink and not looking suspicious. I downed his, grinning.

"Want to go out back?" He asks.

"Does either of you have a sidearm?" Fornell questions.

"Inner thigh." I say.

"DiNozzo...if I find out that your hands go up my wife's skirt, you won't have to worry about a funeral." Jethro grunts.

"Come!" I exclaim, jumping off the bar and grabbing his hand.

We walk out the back, and I glanced back at Tony to catch the unsub following us.

"He'll be right behind us." I say.

"I ain't grabbing your sidearm. Gibbs will kill me." He says.

I reach a hand under my skirt, pulling my gun out of the holster before handing it to him which he shoved inside his jacket before he picks me up and pins me against the wall.

"Alright. Couples who drink and go to the back alley do what?" McGee asks.

I could see the eye roll. Tony looked nervous and I roll my eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses back as the backdoor opens. We pull away when we hear a click and see the unsub pointing a gun at us. Tony had my red lipstick all over his mouth and he slowly sat me down.

"Back away and give me that whore. God! Why can't you guys stop! Your constantly wrecking families. He came in here the other night with a girl. His wife." He snaps.

Ziva and Tony did go undercover the other night. For todays purposes. I reach my hand under Tony's jacket, my hand on the gun before I aim it at him.

"Only one person can call me a whore, and that's for pleasure purposes. Drop the weapon. Your coming with us." I say.

"Y/N! Didn't need to know that!" McGee groans.

"Dirty girl, for real. Jeesh. I didn't expect boss to be that way." Tony says, looking confused.

I could hear Jethro and Fornell chuckling on the other side as Ziva snickers.

"Always knew you were a dirty minded woman, Y/N/N." Ziva teases.

"He calls me other names and I call him some delightful names too." I say, grinning.

Tony cuffs the unsub who finally decided to drop his weapon. Jethro and Fornell walk out the back door and Jethro looks at me with a small smile and an amused expression.

"Really had to keep running your mouth, didn't you hon?" He asks.

"He called me a whore. I didn't like it. It's not like when you call me a whore." I tease.

"Alright. Coms off." McGee says quickly and I laugh.

Jethro puts his hand on my back and we begin walking out of the alleyway. Ziva was helping Tony wipe my lipstick off and I decided to touch up my lipstick. I hum, bobbing my head slightly.

"Hey, is she single?" I hear.

"Do you not see that man's hand on her back? And the wedding ring on her finger. She's happily married. I'd keep a distance if you don't want that man to shoot you in the ass. He's very possessive over her. And I think of her as a sister so get lost asshole." Tony snaps.

I smile, looking up at Jethro who also caught the conversation. He had a small smirk on his face and I walk away from him. Eager to get home.

I walk in, Jethro not far behind me. I walk to the kitchen, grabbing two beers. I glance up when I see him hovering in the doorway with clenched fists and an unreadable expression.

"What the hell was your problem today?" He asks.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." I say, shrugging with an innocent smile.

"The outfit. Teasing me. Flirting with people. The undercover op with Tony." He says.

"Jethro, tell me you didn't forget." I chide, walking towards him.

He watches me with those intense blue eyes and I stop in front of him, looping my arms around his neck.

"Elaborate." He demands and I huff.

"Last week. You stepped on my toes, Jet. And you thought I could let you get away with it...you thought." I say.

"Your one hell of a woman. You could of found another approach to seeking your revenge, hon. You flashed your ass today more times than I can count." He says.

"Thankfully I have a nice ass, Jethro." I say.

"My point exactly, besides I don't appreciate people staring at my woman." He says, his hands settling on my hips.

The tingles I felt were unreal. This man stirred a side I didn't know I had.

"Oh, Jethro. Green isn't your color. Who knew you could get jealous over little things." I tease.

"You are not a little thing. Your the most important part of my life. And I'm not ashamed I'm jealous. I have a smart, beautiful and feisty wife that everyone seems to want and I'm not very keen on the thought of losing you." He says.

"I love you, Jet." I murmur.

"I love you too, hon. But, get your ass upstairs. I'm going to get the coffee pot ready for tomorrow. We aren't getting much sleep tonight." He says and my heart speeds up.

"Really?" I ask excitedly.

He smirks, pulling away and walking towards the coffee pot. I push the skirt down while he's turned around pull the shirt off, left in my lingerie and heels before throwing the skirt and shirt at him.

I didn't miss the way he tensed before slowly turning to me. I grin slyly at him, loving how his eyes slowly roam over me. I loved the way they darkened and narrowed. His gaze was intense.

"Upstairs, now." He says.

"You better hurry, Jethro. I might get impatient." I tease before running out of the room.

I didn't miss his low chuckle and I knew that tonight was going to be a long one. But, I knew it was going to be a good night. It's been weeks, a few months, since we've been intimate.

[duskymrel]

Let's play a game. How long will it take for you to lose your head?

Synopsis: You're have an enormous crush on Riddle. You decide to learn every rule, but not to make Riddle happy. No, no. You're planning to break as many as possible. Are you trying to get collared??! ...More likely than you think.

TW: cursing, rule breaking, slightly suggestive ending if you squint, Ace Trappola 😒 ❤

Reader is gender neutral

Repost my work and istg I'll eat you.

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Monday:

Cater invited you to come feed the flamingos with him. He thought it would be a "supes cool post for Magicam!" You decided to put your little plan into action. Cater pauses and looks you up and down, growing more nervous.

"Hey, uh, MC, where's your pink? Riddle will totally lose his mind if you're not wearing pink while you feed the flaminos. It's a rule or whatever."

"Trust me, Cater."

He doesn't look like he trusts you.

"MC, Cater, I see you're feeding the flamingos. How lovely!"

Riddle walks up to the two of you, seeming a little extra cheerful to see you. Cater looks like his soul left his body, and you feel a little bad for dragging him into this.

"Yes, I love the flamingos! Aren't their pink feathers so pretty?"

Cater gapes at you. It's like you're trying to make him notice you haven't got a thread of pink on.

"Yes, they certainly ar-"

He goes quiet. Looking you up and down. Cater laughs nervously.

"You know what? I just remembered that I, like, totally forgot to walk my fish!"

He speedwalks away. Riddle looks back at you, raising an eyebrow.

"MC, I'm sure you remember that rule 249 states that flamingo caretakers must don pink attire, yes?"

You feign shock.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Riddle, I didn't know..."

He shakes his head, sighing.

"....Fine. I'll let you off the hook, but do NOT forget next time, understand?"

"Of course, Riddle!"

Cater goes to look for you later to see what happened and is shocked to find that you're completely uncollared.... all you got was a warning?

"Ugh, totally favoritism!"

Tuesday:

You were at the lunch table. Riddle saw you sitting with the Braincell trio and smiled to himself, walking over.

"Why, hello MC. Might I perhaps sit with you?"

You saw all three of your friends go pale, getting nervous. You grinned.

"Of course, Riddle!"

He sits down with his food. Suddenly his smile leaves his face.

"MC..... what are you eating?"

"Why, a hamburger! I made it myself, would you care to try a bite?"

His eye twitched slightly. With anyone else, he'd have lost his mind. But for you? Well.... he could stay calm for you.

"Rule 186 states that you must never eat a hamburger on a Tuesday."

You glance down at your food, once again feigning shock.

"Oh, is it? My bad!"

Riddle sighs. Meanwhile Ace, Deuce, and Grim look like they're about to shit bricks.

"Don't do it again."

Then he drops the subject and begins to eat his own food. Ace and Grim look like they're going to have an aneurysm, but Deuce is looking between you and Riddle as though he's just now realizing something. When he looks at you, his brows furrowed, it's like you have that twin telepathy thing.

"Does he....? Do you...?"

"Haha yeah"

At the relevation that you like his Dormhead and that he likes you, he can only shake his head in sympathy. A bit of time passes, and Riddle speaks up.

"Ah, MC, you'll need to leave."

"Why, pray tell?"

"Rule 271 states that you must leave the lunch table within 15 minutes of completing your lunch. It's been 13 minutes, MC."

You look as though you're thinking very hard.

"Mmmm... no, I'm good. I'd prefer to enjoy what little free time I have."

Ace spits out what he was drinking, and Riddle glares at you slightly. You bicker back and forth with him for a bit before he dramatically throws his hands in the air.

"Fine, fine! You can stay."

You beam, satisfied.

"Why thank you!"

Ace will forever revere you for having balls of steel.

Wednesday:

Riddle invited you to lunch with him, to discuss your recent rule breaking. (Shhhh no it's not to spend time with you he's not a siMp-) Of course you agreed!

So you two had lunch! He talked with you. You lied and told him that you would do your best to follow the rules better. Yippee! :)

Once you finished your food, he offered you tea. Lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes, as per Rule 339. You took a sip.

"Mm... not quite sweet enough."

So you put in just one more sugar cube. Riddle looked back and forth from you to the tea, dumbfounded. Are you doing this on purpose? Surely you wouldn't.... right? He feels as though he's going mad. You suggest that the two of you take a walk through the flower garden, which he happily agrees to. As you walk, you pick a single rose and admire it.

"I've always loved roses. They're beautiful, yes? However, they can prick you, so you must be careful to mind the thorns. But I can't help but be drawn to them anyways. Kind of... like you, yes?" (W rizz)

Riddles so preoccupied with the fact that you just basically called him beautiful and admitted that you were drawn to him that he didn't realize until later that you had broken Rule 228: no picking flowers from the garden on Wednesdays. Babygirl is quiet for the rest of the walk trying to figure out if you were flirting or not.

Thursday:

You eased up on the rule breaking a little bit. You were busy. But you were careful to make sure that Riddle knew you had turkey for dinner by posting you and Grim together at the dinner table on Magicam. So of course Riddle sent you a text:

Mommy issues: You've brushed your teeth twice, yes?

You: hm? what do you mean?

Mommy issues: Rule 648 requires that you must brush your teeth twice on the nights that you eat turkey.

You: oh? it does? oh, well, i've already brushed my teeth. don't want to brush it again lmao i'm already in bed

Mommy issues: ...I suppose I cannot make you.

Friday:

That's it. You decided that today you're going to break as many rules as you can. Conveniently, there's an unbirthday party today. (Stfu it's for plot convenience. I'm sorry, but it's easy and I'm stupid-) Anyways, you broke rule. After. Rule. Ace reminds himself to never fuck with you, you clearly have no concern for your own self preservation. Now, what rules did you break?

Rule 23. One must never bring a cat to a formal affair. You brought Grim, but just in case Riddle didn't really consider him a cat, you brought Lucias as well. (With Treins permission of course.)

Rule 562. You brought a chestnut tart. Riddle nearly lost his mind then and there, considering what happened with Ace way back when. Surely you knew better than that at least!? Ah, but he's down atrociously bad. He gave you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps you just... forgot?

Rule 89. You ate a tart without Riddles direct permission. He should've collared you, but he let it slide. He's trying to be a tad more lax on the rules, after all...

You couldn't remember which rule it was, but you knew one of the rules said that coffee was forbidden during an Unbirthday party. So obviously you drank some. Riddle was getting rather fed up by now.

"They're just tired. Crowley works them too much. Yes, they can have coffee just this once..."

Then it was time for croquet. Obviously you had to cause problems there, too.

You brought a regular ball. You're supposed to use a hedgehog. And you intentionally came in second place because there was some rule about the person in second place serving the Queen tea....

Saturday:

You told Riddle that you were busy and wouldn't be able to serve him tea until later in the evening. So long as it was before 12 a.m., he didn't mind. The rules just stated that it had to be the day after, not a specific time. With anyone else he might be irritated, but this is you were talking about. His not so secret soft spot.

So you took great care not to show up until after 8 p.m. You were hoping to send him over the edge with one last break of the rules.

Instead of tea, you gave him honey sweetened lemonade. A direct violation of two rules. He stared down at the teacup he had just drank out of. It's just the two of you, as it's a bit late and he stayed out only for you to serve the tea. (Listen I go to bed at Never O'clock, but I feel like 8-9 is late for Riddle okay)

He's quiet for a moment before suddenly-

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD"

So you're collared. He stands up off his throne and storms over to you.

"What on Twisted Wonderland has gotten into you lately?! It's as though you're trying to... break....... the rules...."

He sees your smug expression and he realizes, his voice dying down. You absolutely have been doing this on purpose.

"....Why???"

You beam.

"Because A. You're cute when you're mad, and B. I thought being collared might, I don't know, start a little something. It took a while to break you, you must be a real softie for me~"

Riddle's as red as you can imagine at this rate. Flabbergasted. Shocked. Bewildered. How is he even supposed to respond to that!? Well, he does realize one thing. You obviously like him back. So... he'll shoot his shot.

He leans in and gives you a little peck on the lips, 2 seconds away from an aneurysm. You smile and deepen the kiss a bit, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. He pulls out his magic pen again to remove the collar, but you stop him.

"No need. I think I'll keep it for a few days. Besides, what good did you even think it would do? I haven't got magic."

You laugh, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the mirror chamber to take him to Ramshackle.

"Come on, I think I deserve a reward for all the meticulous planning that went into being a delinquent."

Bonus:

You proudly wear the collar the next day, shocking everybody. Riddle snapped at you? Pretty much everybody on campus knew about his crush on you, so that's unprecedented. It isn't until somebody notices and points out the little hicky on the upper part of your neck that everything becomes a bit more clear.

Most of your friends are happy for you. (They don't have to deal with the mutual pining and you finally got with Riddle. Win-win.)

Ace looks ready to hurl.

And Crewel? I think he's about to Anne Boleyn your new boyfriend....

@killersweetie I'm so sorry babygirl I know I was supposed to make this m o n t h s ago but life has been kicking my ass 😭

BUT THATS NOT IMPORTANT. I finished it. I hope it was to your liking 🤭

Anyways have a lovely evening darlings!

[lichenes]

omg i LOVED ur perdrix fic! would love to see more with that man 💖💖

Thank you for the ask and I'm glad you enjoyed it anon!!

I'm always here to write for himmm. He has charmed me with his inability to be treated seriously by anyone. I adore this guy with my whole heart. I had this idea where he's awkward around others but flirty with you.

Pierre Perdrix x fem!reader

CW: confession, awkward Pierre, mentions of sex (nothing explicit tho), kinda spoilers for "Perdrix", SFW

wc: 611

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Pierre was sitting in front of the precinct, smoking a cigarette and attempting to make small talk with his colleague. "The weather is nice today." He engaged. "We haven't had rain in a while no?" The officer mused. He zoned out thinking about how he'd rather be at home with his family. He visibly cringed at the thought when-

"Pierre!!" You shouted out waving at him. He straightened his posture. "Oh," he said anxiously. "It's... you." You entered his line of vision sporting a pretty comfortable and relaxed look. "I'll leave you two to it, lovebirds." Said the officer whose name you didn't quite rember. "We're not..." he attempted to say.

He relaxed after the guy walked away and looked your way, noticing the way your, he presumed, new lipgloss was making your lips look more kissable than ever. Policeman's eye he supposed. "Well well well, look who isn't working." You said with a twinge of joke in your voice. He smiled at your attempt at flustering him.

"Weren't you supposed to look for a stolen car officer Perdrix?" You teased referencing his previous fiasco-affair with Juliette. You were there to experience all of the fallings in love and subsequent break ups he had with his past partners. You were there to help him through all of it. He remained oblivious through all your courting endeavours.

He always wasn't looking for anything serious or deciding he would remain single, conveniently exactly at the times you were planning on confessing to him. Once, you got more than intoxicated and subsequently hooked up with him confessing your love to him - mid thrust might I add. He claimed to not remember a single moment from the night before and apologised for leading you on.

How you stayed friends this long without you going insane was an enigma to the ones around you. Pierre was always unsure of his feelings towards you or rather, he knew exactly what they were - he was just denying them. He remembered every second of your inebriated lovemaking. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about it ever since it happened.

He was sure you weren't interested and thought that your love confessions were fueled by alcohol alone. "You always call me officer, why is that?" Pierre asked cocking his head to the side and stubbing out his cigarette.

You looked like a deer caught in headlights when he asked you that question. "W-well uh..." you stammered. "Yeah?" He got closer to you and leaned downwards to be at your level. "Why is that?" He lowered his voice almost to a whisper and burst out laughing straightening his posture once again.

"Ughh..." you hid your face in your palms as he continued giggling. "Pierre I asked you to stop." "Stop what?" He questioned. It was now your turn to lower your voice. "To stop giving me ideas." He paused his chuckles at that.

"I told you time and time again, don't... don't give me hope." You looked him in the eye not afraid to face him with visible sadness behind your retinas. "Funny you mention that..." he retreated into his awkward self.

You were sitting on his sofa. "Remember when I let myself get hit by a car for her..." You nodded. "I'd do something even crazier for you." You snorted. "Crazier than being hit by a car? Voluntarily?" So all this time... he... he did love you? "Why did you get in all those flings then?" He shook his head. "Do you not understand why they never lasted?"

"It was you." He scooted over to you. Taking a hold of your trembling hands. "It has always been you."

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[collegeishardbutwritingisharder]

When the little brother goes for an 'adventure': Riddle, Leona, and Azul edition. Short stories(?)

I saw someone post this idea under platonic yandere and I wanted to try my hand at writing it. I really hope that I don't mess this up. Link to the post. I hope that I did the idea justice.

Warnings: Yandere and this is insanely long by my writing standards.

Riddle Rosehearts

Shortly after my brother's overblot, Riddle became more and more controlling over what I could and couldn't do. I could color my heart out but I wasn't allowed to eat on my own. He was very confusing on what was allowed and what wasn't.

Normally, I'd never dare to leave Riddle's side but today, the outdoors was practically calling out to me for an exploration. Plus Ace has been making fun of me for my vitamin D deficiency. I get it! I'm pale. Not my fault.

Riddle was busy in his room, determined to finish all of his homework before our mandatory tea party at six. It's four right now, so I think that I have time to go and explore NRC campus and get some sunlight.

I decided that it would be for the best if I changed out of the dorm uniform and into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. This way, my body will produce more vitamin D and I can get my cardio work done. I quickly exited Heartslabyul and quickly made my way to Ramshackle dorm. I remember Yuu talking about how there was a forest around there and I personally love to run next to nature.

The forest that Yuu was talking about was actually quite lovely. There was plenty of natural wildlife and a whole bunch of different flowers. I also noticed that while I was running that there were violets growing everywhere. Trey-senpai loves candied violets and he has been helping me out with Riddle for a while now. I should make him some a thank you.

I got close to the ground and started picking the violet heads without them crumbling on me. I just kept picking more and more until I realized that I was lost. I left my magic pen back at the dorm because I didn't think that I was going to travel this far into the forest plus looking up at the sky, I would say that it's close to 6:30 at this point.

Riddle is going to have my head, isn't he?

"Ah... Crap. I've really messed this up, haven't I?"

I started muttering to myself to try and calm myself down. Sadly, it wasn't working and the next thing that I heard terrified me to my core.

"(Y/N)! HOW DARE YOU KEEP YOUR QUEEN WAITING!?"

Riddle looked like a mess. His face was red and his dorm outfit had stains all over it, meaning that he has been searching for me for a while now.

I did what any normal person would do in this case. I ran. I ran far and fast. Riddle in this mood was dangerous and I'm not feeling brave enough to face him right now.

"(Y/N)! GET BACK HERE, YOUNG MAN! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

I quickly ducked and saw a collar flying over my head. It wrapped around a tree branch before disappearing. Riddle was throwing everything that he could at me. Thank you Mother for all the agility training lessons and steak knives that you threw at me.

I jumped to see a wave of water rush underneath me but I wasn't ready for the tree branches to cross together to block my path.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

I felt the collar wrap around my neck this time. I wrapped my hands around the collar from reflex and next thing that I knew, Riddle ran into my back knocking us both to the ground. All of the violets that I had picked were now muddy and worthless. So, much for doing something nice for Trey.

"WHY ARE YOU IN THIS FOREST?!"

"I-I-I..."

"WELL?!"

I felt my body start to shake. Riddle when angry was always terrifying and this time was no different. I felt his eyes bore into my body, awaiting my answer.

"I thought that it was okay to go outside for a bit..."

My voice was small and shaken, unlike my normal monotone voice. I felt like a child for once.

"Well, it's not. Okay? You should have just waited in the main dorm room until I was done with my homework. Now, because of your little 'adventure', we don't have any time for a tea party and we're both messes. Come on."

Riddle grabbed my arm in a crushing grip and pulled me to my feet. He didn't relinquish his hold the whole entire walk back. In fact, I was pretty certain that he kept on tightening his grip. Even though I am the stronger brother, Riddle's grip still hurts me. I wonder if that's because of the spell that Mom used years ago...

Finally, we reached Heartslabyul and everyone was shocked to see us both not looking our best. Dirt can really ruin someone's appearance. Riddle was getting angrier by the second. First, I completely ruined his time schedule and now, I'm ruining his appearance to the rest of his dorm.

Riddle pulled me all the way to his room and swung me in. I stumbled slightly, not used to being able to walk on my own, and saw Riddle lock the door to his room. He then walked into his personal bathroom, motioning me to follow suit.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. This was one of our weirder family traditions. Because Mom saw me as less of a human being, she would make Riddle and I wash together because "You don't deserve your own bath." So, now we just always bathe together. I tried to bathe on my own one time and Riddle threw a mild tantrum that had four other Heartslabyul students losing their heads.

Riddle got the water ready and we both just sunk into the water. The personal bathroom for a dorm leader is quite huge to be honest so we had a good amount of distance between us. Riddle was just staring me down while I sunk further into the water, wishing to disappear.

We got clean and put on clothes but Riddle's eyes never left my figure nor did it soften at all. He then pulled up two chairs and sat in one. Oh boy, it was time for a talk.

"(Y/N). What did you do wrong today?"

"I was late to our daily tea party."

"And?"

"And that I went outside without you by my side."

"You do realize that you broke your most important rules as well?"

"I was aware. I just thought that you weren't going to need me when you were saf-"

"That is no excuse."

I flinched at Riddle's cold tone. I wasn't looking forward to what he had planned.

"For breaking rule #5 of (Y/N)'s protection guidebook, you're now stuck by my left side for the next four days while doing your normal duties."

"Yes, my Queen."

"Good. Now come on. I have a different tea party to attend with Cater."

I nodded my head before standing up and going over to Riddle's left side. I held out my hand for him. He grabbed it and I helped him out of the chair. We then made our way to the tea party. Cater was there waiting for us and he gave a peace sign to us.

"Hey~! I didn't know that (Y/N)-chan was going to join us!"

"This was a last minute development."

"Okay! Well, pull up a chair and enjoy~!"

I only shook my head before pulling out Riddle's chair and pushing him in. I then took my place to his left. I wasn't about to put Cater in trouble. Cater then looked at both of us before he put his phone up and took a photo of us. Riddle's eyes widened slightly.

"#HeartslabyulTeaParty, #RoseheartBros, #AdorableBrotherlyLove! This photo is going to get so many likes!"

The rest of the tea party continued like normal. I was so thankful when it ended. I lost feeling in my legs and was ready to crash. Riddle gave me a light smirk while I held the door open for him. We both got ready for bed and we just crashed.

"I hope that you'll think twice before going out on another 'adventure'."

"Yes, my Queen."

Leona Kingscholar

(I really hate that I have two little brothers for Leona. But here we go! Also for the first brother, this will be before your complete kidnapping and for the second, this is before your transfer.)

Brother A:

"Dang! It's such a boring day! What's the point of having a weekend if you don't have anything to actually do?!"

I was just complaining to myself while lying in my dorm room. All of my roommates were out, practicing Spelldrive most likely, and the other first years are busy trying to get their homework. Those dorks not getting their homework done faster.

I got up from my bed and grabbed my trusty ax. It took me forever to get it onto campus. Crowley wouldn't stop making me promise over and over and then eventually, I had to sign a contract made by Azul. If I ever try to attack a student with said ax, I get teleported straight to Crowley's office. Honestly, it would be a pretty useful escape mechanism.

I decided that I was going to explore the Diasomnia dorm. It has some of the most interesting terrain out of all of the dorms and I want to see it. I made quick track over to the hall of mirrors and rushed into Diasomnia. If anybody from Savanaclaw saw me, Leona would hear about it.

Diasomnia has quite an interesting aura about it. I heard that it's close to Briar Valley in décor and flora. I quickly walked up to the castle and went inside. There were plenty of Diasomnia students in the lobby who were just staring at me like I had three heads. In fact, I saw a few of them getting their pens ready to attack me but thankfully, Lilia came out of nowhere to greet me.

"Fufufu~! It's not everyday that we get a Savanaclaw visitor. Especially one that's related to the dorm leader. What brings you here?"

"I'm glad that there is a friendly face here. I was just wondering if I had permission to go and explore the forest around your castle?"

Lilia's face morphed into a shocked one at my request.

"T-that's what you want to do? I truly thought that you came over to hang out with Sebek."

"Nah. Don't get me wrong, I love Sebek but he's busy with the other first years. I think that he's yelling at all of them for messing up the work."

"Oh~ Love?"

"Easy there. Platonic love."

"Awwww."

Lilia's face formed into a pout. I let out a light laugh.

"Sooooo, am I free to prowl your grounds?"

"Of course! I'll let Malleus know of your presence so that you don't end up being fried cat!"

"Thanks."

I exited the castle and quickly scaled down the cliff to the forest below. All of the trees didn't have leaves which I guessed was normal for this dimension. There were also no animals around which I sort of expected. There was no actual food in the area for anything. No green = no small prey. No small prey = no predators. But honestly, I think that it's better this way.

I heard a twig snap behind me. It was a few miles away so I wasn't too worried about it. What started to worry me was the whooshing that was coming up behind me fast. I turned around and saw Malleus floating at me at full speed.

I started to run myself except a bunch of fire lit up around me, keeping me in the circle. Malleus then walked through the flames, glaring down at me.

"What brings you here, Kingscholar Two?"

"Just wanting to explore the area."

"Without asking permission from those who live here?"

"Lilia seemed okay with me being here."

"You are not welcome here. Leave."

Malleus normally isn't like this. I've seen him interact with plenty of people. Heck, even I had a few friendly conversations with him. Something must have really made him mad.

"Why aren't I welcome here? It isn't as if I'm messing anything up with your dorm."

"You're contesting me? I shouldn't have expected less from Kingscholar's little brother."

"Yeah, if you want me to leave, you're going to have to make me."

A smirk appeared on my face and a slight smile appeared on Malleus'. We always had small fights with each other to test each other's magic. Everyone is always afraid to fight us so we just fight each other.

Malleus was the first to send out a spell. A powerful fire wave that I was able to dodge by a millisecond. I sent back to him a water shot, trying to douse out his flames. I did hit him in the arm but he only laughed it off. This happened for a while before my ax accidently flew off my back and almost hit Malleus straight in the face.

Thankfully, the contract worked and I was teleported to Crowley's office with my ax now stuck in a wall.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, KINGSCHOLAR?! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULDN'T ATTACK ANYONE!"

"I DIDN'T! I LOST MY GRIP ON MY AX AND IT WENT FLYING TOWARDS SOMEONE!"

"YOUR BROTHER IS GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS!"

"AWW, COME ON!"

I sat in Crowley's office until Leona arrived after five hours. Crowley refused to let me leave without supervision in case I went out of control. Listen, I may be able to hurt anybody and everybody but I have more control than that!

"You woke me up for this? Are you serious?"

Leona was given me the biggest death glare while I was just looking off to the side.

"Yes, because he belongs in your dorm and that he is your family, you must take responsibility and discipline your brother correctly to make sure that he won't harm somebody."

"A: What did he even do and B: Why should I care?"

"I can answer B. You should care because it will a bad rep for NRC and Savanaclaw together.

Your dorm will suffer if the press heard that one of your members either killed or severely wounded someone.

You also wouldn't get any beauty sleep. (Y/N), you have to answer A."

I glared at Crowley before telling my part.

"I went over to Diasomnia."

"...are you kidding me right now? Diasomnia!?"

"Listen! I know that you don't like the dorm leader but you don't have any right to forbid me from going over!"

"I've told you plenty of times! How many more times do I have to tell you!?"

"Keep yapping because I'm still not listening! But I was exploring the forest around the castle and Malleus and I started fighting."

I saw Leona clench his fist slowly. I was so in for it later.

"I had my ax strapped to my back and when I went to send my own spell, I pulled a maneuver that ended up having the strap slide off of my back and sent my ax flying towards Malleus' face. It was all accidental."

"Why were you fighting that Lizard in the first place?!"

"Because he was in a bad mood and one of the easiest ways for him to get out negative emotions is through fighting! You are the exact same way!"

Leona slammed his hands on Crowley's desk before standing up to glare at me.

"DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE ME TO THAT LIZARD AGAIN!"

Leona's roar was terrifying that it almost made my tail go between my legs. Almost is the key word. I stood up as well and just glared back with just as much fierceness. We both were letting out growls and getting tense. I was the first to strike.

I jumped onto Leona sending both of us flying over Crowley's desk, messing everything up.

"You've never cared about who I hung out with before! WHY DOES IT MATTER SO MUCH NOW?!"

Leona then kicked me off, my back making contact with Crowley's window, shattering it. The glass dug deep into my back. weakening me.

"Because you're starting to get on my nerves with who you choose to hang out with! First, it was that herbivore and now, it's that stupid Lizard!"

Leona then grabbed me and slammed me down on the floor, pushing the glass deeper. I saw black spots consuming my vision but I wasn't out just yet. I looked towards Crowley.

"Survival of the Fittest."

Crowley then collapsed while I felt more energized than ever. I was able to ignore the glass in my back and was able to wrestle Leona off of me.

I never realized how much power that Headmage actually had. Considering he never makes any effort in trying to do anything.

"I am your hunger, I am your thirst. I am what steals your tomorrows. Kneel before me! King's Roar!"

Leona's power was slowly draining the power that I stole away. We had to either wrap this up soon or until one of us submits. The rest of the faculty barged in and separated Leona and I from each other. Crowley's office was a mess, full of sand, glass, and blood. Leona was in worse shape than I was except at least he wasn't phasing in and out of consciousness.

"You pups need to be better disciplined! Two months worth of detention!" Crewel yelled at us, before we both were being ushered to our dorm by Coach Vargas.

We got healed once we hit our dorm and Leona demanded that I go to his room. The aura that we were radiating scared the rest of the dorm to get out of our way.

"What more do we need to talk about? We nearly just killed each other. I think that we got enough across to one another."

"You're done with going to other dorms."

"Excuse me?"

"I know that you heard me but I'll repeat for my slow little brother. Since you obviously can't be trusted by yourself, you have to be either at the main building or at Savanaclaw at all times. Ruggie will accompany everywhere with you."

"You can't just do that! I have other friends from other dorms!"

"Ah, thank you for reminding me! Drop them."

I just stared at Leona in disbelief. This man was trying to dictate my entire school life.

"You must be joking."

"I'm not. That's a command to you from your dorm leader. Now off you go."

I just glared at Leona before walking away in a huff. There was no way to get through to him while he's like this. My ears immediately picked up lighter footsteps.

"Go away, Ruggie."

"No can do, (Y/N). I'm not too happy about this either but I'm not about to go against Leona."

"Grrr."

I just continued walking down to my dorm and I just slammed my door closed. I heard Ruggie knocking but I refused to open the door and just put a pillow over my ears. I started to grit my teeth together, trying to keep my emotions under control.

"Leona will snap back to his senses. He has to. He has to."

If he doesn't, I don't know how much of my sanity will last this year.

Brother B:

"So, you're telling me: that you messed up a potion and then spilled it on my brother!?"

"Na-Na!"

I held out my hands and started to do grabby motions. I want upsies!

"Now, now, let's discuss this calmly like adults! Just put the chair down!"

I turned my head to witness Azul cowering behind his desk while Leona was trying to attack him with one of the comfort chairs in the VIP room. I wasn't getting upsies anytime soon.

"Ehh~ I knew that pouring that potion on Honey-chan would be funny."

"You're the reason why (Y/N) is now a toddler?!"

"FLOYD!"

Leona then turned the chair towards Floyd while Floyd wasn't paying attention. Jade was trying to keep in his chuckles while watching from behind Azul's desk. The room was just full of chaos.

I kept trying to get upsies but everyone was distracted. I got bored and left the VIP room. The Mostro Lounge was so full of pretty lights! My eyes then caught another shiny thing! A golden arm band on a white haired student. He was leaving the Mostro Lounge and I was quick to chase after him.

I came upon a weird mirror that many people were walking through and disappearing but I didn't care. I just wanted the shiny! I bolted through the mirror and came out of the other side. There were more people on the other side and more mirrors. I saw another shiny outside of the building and ran out. The shiny turned out to be the sun but it was really pretty.

There were also a bunch of pretty birds and two of them dropped a flower crown on my head. I let out a light laugh before deciding to follow them. I don't know how long I was running for but eventually, the birds flew off and I lost sight of them.

"Bye, friends! I hope to see you another day!"

I shouted and waved goodbye before I took a look around. I was in the middle of a forest and I don't know where I am.

"Na-Na?"

Where is my big brother?

"Lena?"

Where are my big brothers?

*Snap*

"AAHHHH! NA-NA! LENA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

I picked a direction and ran as fast as I could, shouting out for my brothers. They have to be nearby! They have to! I felt tears leak out of my eyes before the next thing that I knew, I couldn't see anything because it was so blurry. My foot caught a root and I went tumbling. I felt plenty of ouchies form and I eventually stopped rolling. My whole entire body hurt so badly.

"Na-Na? Lena? Help me please."

I felt my eyes start to close and I couldn't keep them open any longer.

"(N/N)? (N/N)!"

"(Y/N)! Where have you gone?!"

"Honey-chan~! Come out so I can give you a nice big squeeze!"

I slightly reopened my eyes before whispering out one last time.

"Na-Na."

"(N/N)!"

I saw Leona rush over to me and I felt him pick me up. He felt so warm and comfy that I couldn't help but nuzzle deeper into him.

"I'm sleepy, Na-Na."

"No! Don't go to sleep yet, (N/N)! Stay awake for Na-Na! Please!"

"I'll try, Na-Na."

I really was trying. Whenever one of my eyes were starting to droop, I put my hand near that eye to lift it back up the eyelid. I didn't want to disappoint Na-Na.

"This is all your fault, Floyd!"

"My fault?! How?!"

"If you had just behaved, (Y/N) wouldn't be in such a fragile state!"

"EEEEHHHH?!"

"ZIP IT BOTH OF YOU! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!"

Floyd and Azul shut up after Leona yelled at them. The forest was zooming past and eventually, I saw the big castle that I saw from the weird mirror building again.

"Na-Na? Are we going to go to the big castle? Are we in the sky, Na-Na?"

"We're going to the big castle but we're not in the sky! You are not going to be in the sky anytime soon! I swear on my life!"

"But the sky is where all of the birdies live."

"But if you went to live in the sky, Lena and I couldn't visit you. Do you want that?"

"No. I want to visit Lena and Na-Na together."

"Good. Now stop trying to get to the sky."

"Okay."

"Eh, Honey-chan, if you want to get to the sky, I think that Azul can help you~"

"Floyd! Silence!"

Leona rushed me to a room with curtains and beds before setting me down on a bed.

"Fix him. NOW!"

I felt some relief in the places that were in a lot of pain. I felt a smile break out on my face. I opened my eyes to see Leona just there staring back at me. He looked quite grumpy. But I knew that was Leona's normal face.

I let out a giggle before putting my palm on his left cheek.

"Na-Na came and saved me."

"Yeah, Na-Na will always come save you. You should take a nap now though, (N/N). I'll be right back."

"Okay, Na-Na."

I closed my eyes and started to snooze.

"Now you two and I are going to have a talk. COME HERE!"

"EEK!"

"OUCH!"

The door then slammed shut and I heard a lot of banging from the hallway. Thankfully, the thuds were in rhythm and made it easier to fall asleep.

I wonder what dream I'll have this time.

*Leona's POV*

"Ugh, those stupid sea creatures. Making me waste energy on their problems."

I walked back into the nurse's office after beating Azul and Floyd to the ground to see (Y/N) just snoozing away on the bed.

"He's all healed up. He'll be right as rain by the time that he wakes up again."

I only nodded at the nurse, signaling to him that he could leave. He did leave and I crawled up next to my little brother.

"You're going to be the death of me. You should be thankful that you have me for your brother."

I'll make sure that nothing ever hurts you, even if I have to take you away from all evil.

Azul Ashengrotto

Land is awful. I need a break from the land. Azul, why did you have to bring me to the land?

"I want to go swimming."

"We can't go swimming today, (Y/N). You've got a debut to do today anyway."

Azul put the finishing touches on my outfit and I looked ten times more dapper than I usually do. I decided to practice my magic and manipulate water into beautiful shapes. A few Scarabia students saw the shapes and immediately ran up to me to watch what I could make. They even gave suggestions on what I should make and it was quite fun.

Azul found us doing it and from there on, he made me start putting on water shows for evening shifts. He did pay me but I didn't even want to perform. I just wanted to swim.

The lights started to blink, signaling that it was my time to go to the small stage. Azul gave me a warm smile before petting my head lightly.

"Knock them dead, little brother. Show them what Ashengrottos can do."

"Okay."

I walked out onto stage and turned towards the crowd. I was thankful for my time at my last school for the fact alone that everyone would always stare at me. I can take the stares.

I quickly bowed to the crowd before I activated my magic. Jade and Floyd put large containers of water all over the Mostro Lounge for me to manipulate. I started by having thin streams of water travel throughout the entire dining area. People were in awe with how soothing the running water sounded. I then separated the paths into different sections and formed shapes with each section.

The show was a huge hit. I would be constantly scanning the crowd to see what thing I should create out of the water and which table I should send it to. By the time that I was done, everyone was applauding and I even got some whistles. I did one last bow before rushing backstage.

"That was excellent! If you keep doing acts like that, profits will skyrocket! Although I don't know how I feel about all of the eyes on you. I might lock you up for a week after each performance, just so that they all understand that they can't see you all the time."

Azul whispered that last part but I still heard him loud and clear. It may have sounded like a question but I knew that he was actually going to do that. A week?! I can't stand only Azul for a week!

I felt my hand twitching and I was so tempted to run then and there. But no, I have to be careful about this. So, I waited and waited in the dressing room. I checked the clock and saw that enough time passed and that the Mostro Lounge would be at its busiest.

I peaked out of the dressing room to see Floyd and Jade rushing everywhere and I also got a peak of Azul taking someone to the VIP room. It was go time. I moved in short sprints until I made it to the mirror. I went through and saw nobody in the hall of mirrors.

"Yes!"

I sprinted to the outskirts of NRC campus. Because of it being on top of a cliff, I could just jump off and straight into water. I saw the coliseum and just kept on the path. I quickly came to the wind mill and rushed past it. The cliff was safe from sharp rocks at the bottom and sharp edges that I could hit.

"Deep breath. Let's go!"

I jumped and performed a dive into the deep water below. I felt my body shift back into my mermaid form and I just started swimming. I've never been allowed to explore the water around the Isle of Sages, mainly because Azul liked having a tight grip on the metaphorical leash around my neck.

The water felt so nice and cool on my scales. There were so many different types of fish around, I found at least five new types that I've never seen back at the Coral Sea! Plus there were so many different shipwrecks! One of them still had skeletons from the crew. Those poor souls, unable to break free of their containment.

I originally just planned to time myself fifteen minutes but... It's been so long that I couldn't help but break that limit. I haven't felt this free ever since I got here. My need for adventure has never felt so fulfilled before.

"I wonder what's under this rock?"

"Well, you're not going to find out."

I jolted upwards, wasn't expecting a voice. Let alone it being Azul's voice.

"A-A-Azul!"

"Here I thought that I made it clear that you weren't allowed to go swimming. I must have been much too lenient with you. I'll make sure to remedy my mistake."

"Rainbow-Chan!"

I felt Floyd wrap around me and then, I felt his teeth bite deeply in my arm. I let out a scream, plenty of pain flowing through my body. My vision was really blurry so I could only rely on touch to tell me what was happening.

I felt my head be lifted up and a potion going down my throat.

"There we go. Let's get you your legs back."

I passed out and woke up in Azul's room.

"No... No, no, no, no."

I quickly got out of the bed and went to try and open the door. As expected, it was locked.

"Let me out! Let me out please!"

"Little brother... It's three AM. You need your sleep."

I felt Azul's tentacles wrap around me before pulling me back to the bed. I was shocked that Azul was willing in his octo form but I couldn't let the shock stop me. I had to try and break free of his grip. But sadly, my human form is still quite weak.

Azul brought my head to his chest and put my ear above his heart to assure that I could hear it beating.

"Shhh, shhh. I know that you're upset. You woke up and put yourself in a fit. Don't worry, your big brother is here to protect you from all of your worst nightmares. After all, you're going to be in here with me for two whole weeks. We can bond and become very close together. Of course, I'll need to leave from time to time but I'll be back to spend all the time in the world with you."

"Two... weeks?"

"Yep! It'll be fun!"

Great Seven, please save me.

[felice-jaganshi]

His Pet

Alastor X OC

Chapter 9

They started to walk home, her hand in the crook of his arm, looking like a proper old timey couple. Zariah started zoning out again though, having too many thoughts running through her head from all the sights and sounds and everything that just happened. So many new story ideas! New dark romances she could write!

Alastor noticed her eyes glaze over and chuckled, “ah darling~ you're lucky I have a hold on you. Who knows where you'd wander without my arm to guide you home.”

They passed by the Vee's tower, and Vox rushed out, blocking their path. “Alastor! Out and about after such a humiliating defeat to Adam?! And with a little paid whore on your arm too?! Hah! I would have thought you were above something like that, but I guess not.” He was grinning like mad, excited to slander Alastor publicly at every turn.

Zariah spoke up for him next, “Hey, Alastor is a true gentleman and doesn't need to pay anyone to want to be around him!” She smirked, “Even you ran to come see him, didn't you?”  Vox cracked with electric fury, and Alastor patted her head,

Alastor laughed as well, however, “Ahahaha.. Voxy boy, you should know by now that I do not go out with just anyone. They must be quite special for me to show interest, and my dear pet here definitely fits the bill.” 

“Now dear, let me handle this. Box is just jealous that I'd rather spend time with you than him.”

Suddenly a blast of electricity shot towards Zariah's face, only to be blocked by Alastor's cane. “We'll see if you still want her on your arm after I rip her stupid tails off!” She squeaked and moved to stand behind Alastor, freeing his arm to do as he needed to fight vox.

(I can't actually write fight scenes to save my life~~ so we'll skip that~~)

Vox's screen was cracked and he took several steps back towards his tower. “Fortunately for you, I have an important meeting, so I'll have to kick your ass another day!” He turned into electricity and jumped into a security camera. Alastor chuckled softly and turned to Zariah, offering her his arm again. She gladly accepted, and though he didn't look injured at all, she used some subtle healing magic on him just in case. 

“It seems our little Voxie can only handle so much before he has to bow down and retreat. You did quite well today my dear. I'm proud of you.” 

She purred at his words, “really? I'm glad!” 

He smiled fondly at her, “Remember when I said I'd take our bond seriously? Well, I realize I haven't been keeping good on that promise lately. I've been questioning your intentions and brought shame upon myself. I am… not the best at trusting others. But I will make more of an effort with you. Because you've earned it.”

She blushed and looked at him, her heart fluttering and butterflies in her gut. This was the most romantic thing he'd ever said!

Alastor felt a little weird about the way she looked at him, but decided not to comment on it as they made their way back to the hotel. They entered and Angel Dust was immediately pulling her off of Alastor's arm.

“Z! Hey, you okay?!” He held her shoulders and looked her over. Charlie had told him about Alastor yelling at her when he got back from work.

“Yeah, I'm fine Dusty. Why wouldn't I be? Oh, did you hear about the Vox fight already?” She asked with a head tilt, that was fast if so…

“What? No, I heard about…” He looked over at Alastor, then threw an arm casually around her shoulders and acted casual, “Listen, tomorrow night I'm going out clubbing with some friends, I want ya to come with me okay? I just know you're gonna love it!” He was trying to play it cool. If her situation was like his and Valentino's… he wanted to help you, but knew he'd have to be careful about it or he might make it worse…

She smiled and hugged Angel, “Sure! I've never been to a club!” She turned to Alastor, “Al, I'm gonna go out with Dusty tomorrow, okay?” She wasn't asking permission, just stating a fact.

His eyes half closed, considering telling her no… then thought better of it, “hm, alright. But I'm sending Husker with you.” He then left them alone.

Angel's face lit up, and he called out to Husker, “alright! Yo Whiskers! You're getting tomorrow off!”

Zariah smiled, “oh, you had work today right? Want me to massage out any sore spots while ya bitch about it?” 

Angel sighed and leaned his weight into her, “yes, puh-lease! Your hands are magic! Literally!” He laughed at his own joke.

Lucifer watched them from a doorway, speaking to Charlie in the other room. “She seems alright… you said she sometimes goes hazy eyed and spaces out? That I think might just be trauma from getting kicked out of heaven… that kinda thing really messes you up. I would know.”

Charlie sighed, “she also locks herself in her room for hours on end some days and won't tell any of us what she's doing in there. I'm trying to respect her right to privacy and hoping she'll tell me when she's ready, but I'm still worried.”

He nodded, “hm, I think I can get in. If we can get her to open up to everyone, rather than shutting herself away, we'll be able to see easier if he does try anything with her.”

“You're right… but, maybe she'll unlock his softer side. If she can touch his heart, she may be the key to his redemption.”

“Heh, you're an even bigger dreamer than me. I don't know if I can be that optimistic.” 

Content warning: there be Valentino shenanigans from next chapter onwards. It will all be less than what's in episode 4. But, proceed with caution anyways if you are sensitive like me.

[tangerinepot]

hello {natsuo todoroki x reader}

A/N: This is my first fic on tumblr! Wahoo!! I haven't written in a WHILE so please feel free to critique :3. This fic is inspired by the song Hello by Hawk Nelson!

Warnings: small make-out sesh

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NATSUO'S POV:

I'm sitting in the school cafeteria when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out to see a message from her.

"Huh?" I ask myself.

"She sent me a Spotify link," my curiosity gets the better of me as I click the link and open Spotify. "Oh, it's a playlist." I click on the first song.

"You never ever leave my mind,"

"Not bad," I think as start walking to my next class. The song keeps playing as I pass her dorm hall. "We've been friends for a while now. I haven't thought much about it but I wonder if she's trying to ask me out by sending me this." thoughts wrestle in my head as I walk a little faster.

I eventually get to class where I pull out my laptop. "Wait, she's in this class.." I remember. Now I'm nervous. Just as she walks in the next part of the song begins to play.

"Wish I could some how let you know,"

"Hey, Y/N!" I say, getting her attention. I motion her to sit next to me. She looks excited. I pause the song and put my headphones away so I can talk to her.

"Hi, Natsu," she says as she sits next to me. Her voice is smooth, like honey. "How've you been? Did you get my text?" She's beautiful too...

"I did! I started listening, though I only got through half of the first song," I say, sounding a little bummed. "Listen.. it looks like these are all love songs. Did you mean something by that..?" I ask, feeling a blush creep up my face.

"Uhm.." she starts "Actually yeah, I was thinking of a way to ask you out but was too scared to ask you straight up haha." "So she does like me..." I think to myself. I can tell she's nervous to admit that.

"So.. do you feel the same?" she asks as I realize I left her hanging. "Oh! Y-yeah. Sorry," I say as I start to blush harder. "Did you wanna... plan something?"

"I'd love that," she says excitedly. "I'm free tomorrow, this weekend, and all of next week!" I think about my plans for the rest of the week. Dinner with Shoto and Fuyumi has gotten kind of boring lately, unless dad's there. But, that just turns into a mess most of the time. I don't think Fuyumi is planning on going to see Mom this weekend either. "Tomorrow sounds great," I tell her. "What time should I come pick you up?"

"Pick me up?" she asks, giggling. "How romantic. What about 7:00?" she says as she starts to blush. "Sounds perfect," I say with a smile. Our professor walks in and begins class before we can say anything else, but we exchange smiles when he isn't looking.

After class I walk with Y/N back to her dorm. Making small talk along the way.

"So, why did you think a playlist was the best way to ask someone out?" I ask. "I'm not sure haha. I've always been a huge music nerd.. that's why I'm studying it here," she replies. "What's your favorite color?" she asks in return. "Blue, like the sea." I say, trying not to give her a dry answer. We talk about classes and professors and homework all the way to her dorm hall, where I drop her off at her dorm.

"See you tomorrow," she winks at me. I start to feel hot as I reply "Y-yeah.. see you then!" "Man, she really gets to me... I don't know how I didn't notice until now," I think as I start to walk out of the building. As I walk back to my dorm room I put my headphones in and press play on the last song that was playing.

"Every time I want to say hello, every time I want to stay, I go."

"Is this really how she feels about me?" I think as I listen. This is a nice feeling. I think I could get used to it. I walk up to my room, open the door, and fall in my bed. For the next hour or two I spend my time looking up at the ceiling thinking about her and what tomorrow will be like. I eventually fall asleep listening to the playlist she sent me.

When 6:00 rolls around, I'm too excited to sit down. I've been ready for hours so now I'm just pacing. I make my way to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror for the fourth time. It's so weird how one moment we were just friends and now I'm getting nervous about going on a date with her. I'm not even sure where to take her. I guess I'll figure that out by the time I get to her dorm. I grab my wallet, keys, and a jacket before heading out the door.

When I pick her up at her dorm, she looks incredible. My breath hitches for a moment when I see her. She's in a blue dress. "Hi Natsuo," she says seductively. She noticed my reaction. I start to blush. "Are you ready for our date? I was thinking we could go to the restaurant across campus." "That sounds great." I tell her as I take her hand.

We get to the restaurant, get seated and order our food. We share a few plates of sushi and talk about how our classes are going. I pay for our meal before leaving the restaurant.

It's cool outside compared to the warmth of the restaurant. We walk a few blocks before Y/N stops and looks up at me. I've never seen more beautiful eyes than her's. She looks at me like she's waiting to tell me something, but she's too scared to say it. "What's wrong?" I ask her, curious. "Natsu.. can I kiss you?" Huh? Earlier she sounded so confident, like she could have taken me at any moment. Now she's nervous about kissing me? My eyes widen as I quietly say "Sure."

She practically dives on me as her lips press against mine. I catch her instinctively. Wait.. am I holding her? I open an eye to see if her feet are on the ground and sure enough, they aren't. Her lips are soft and taste like strawberry. I don't want to be the one to break the kiss so I hold her until she backs off for air. "You're really good at kissing," she giggles. "Thanks.. that was my first." I say, slowly turning red.

When I drop her off at her dorm she looks up at me again. "Tonight was nice," she said softly. "Wanna do it again sometime?" she winks at me. "Of course," I say. As she goes in for another kiss i grab her by her waist, lifting her up and holding her again. My tongue slides in her mouth and she giggles while kissing me. I bite her bottom lip and she moans. We stay like this for a minute or two before I eventually put her down to let her open her door and go inside for the night. Before she closes the door she whispers to me...

"I love you, Natsuo, goodnight."

[rosanna-writer]

a simple name and everything has changed (2/?)

Summary: we said hello and your eyes look like coming home, Rhys POV chapters Or: Rhys's slow realization that he's mated to Prythian's most chaotic human (and how much he loves her for it) Warnings: implied/referenced sexual assault, discussion of food insecurity and disordered eating Word Count: ~3.4k

This is Rhys's POV of ch. thirteen: stay stay stay, which is the first morning back in the Night Court after getting out from Under the Mountain. Please note: I added an additional content warning for discussion of food insecurity and disordered eating for this chapter.

You can find it below the readmore or read the whole thing here on AO3.

Feyre was hungry. It wasn't the first time I felt hunger pangs clawing at her, and I still didn't understand how she ignored them as if they were nothing. Otherwise, her side of the bond was calm, and that was the only thing keeping the last remnants of my sanity intact.

Even flying didn't make me feel better, not like it used to. The trip from the townhouse to the House of Wind had never been difficult before, but the muscles in my shoulders were barking in pain by the time I landed on the balcony, even though it had only been a few short minutes.

Then suddenly none of that mattered because Feyre was waiting for me in clothes that couldn't possibly look more classically Night Court.

I hadn't known what she'd worn the last time she'd been in Velaris; I'd gotten glimpses out her eyes before she'd learned to shield, but Feyre didn't spend much time looking at herself. The matching peach pants and top were obviously hers—they fit too well to have been borrowed. The color suited her, bringing out the pink in her cheeks.

She looked healthy. Comfortable. Beautiful. Like she belonged here and always had, the Queen of Night in her rightful place in the House of Wind. I thought I'd only see it in my wildest dreams, but this was real.

Before the silence could become awkward, I said, "Night Court attire suits you." It might have been the biggest understatement of my life.

Her smile was hesitant, but it was there, the last piece falling into place. "All things considered, it would be strange if it didn't," she said, "but thank you, though."

It made me feel better, enough to remember my manners and that she was famished. I pulled out a chair and indicated for her to sit, then used magic to conjure up food from the kitchen. Feyre, by some miracle, didn't fight me, just immediately dug into breakfast with a fervor I hadn't seen anyone display since Cassian had been a youngling.

Feyre had never said it, but she didn't need to. There had clearly been long stretches of time in the mortal lands when she hadn't had enough to eat.

It was a relief to see her finally get a proper meal. She didn't seem to notice me staring, but I poured tea anyway just to have something to do with my hands. There was no point in talking until she was full.

When it seemed safe, I said, "Why did you leave?" There was no point in beating around the bush.

I braced myself for the answer while Feyre took her time choosing her words. Each second seemed to stretch into an eternity, but eventually she said, "It seemed presumptuous to stay."

Presumptuous. I couldn't fathom what could possibly have made her feel that way. "If it was something I—"

"You haven't done anything wrong. Really."

She sounded earnest, but something was clearly wrong or we wouldn't be having this conversation. "You climbed ten thousand steps yesterday."

For a long moment, she wouldn't look at me. I said nothing else, just gave her time and resisted the urge to find a crack in her shields and find out what she was thinking.

Voice soft, she said, "I just...thought you'd want space, now that you can finally have it."

My insides twisted with the realization that she'd done this for my benefit. The fact that she thought I'd want that, after everything…it made me feel like a failure. Feyre deserved to feel wanted.

"Not from you," I said, sighing and running a hand through my hair.

She moved closer and pressed her face to my shoulder, and at the contact, the bond uncoiled in my chest. I wrapped an arm around her, and it felt good to give into the instinct to pull her closer.

"I think I needed to hear you say that," she whispered.

With her face against my shoulder, she didn't see the way I pressed my eyes shut for a moment, careful not to let her feel my shame. I'd felt overwhelmed at setting foot in Velaris again, but I shouldn't have lost focus enough for her to even consider the possibility that I'd want her anywhere but at my side.

But there were other things I couldn't leave unsaid, and they'd be easier to get out when she wasn't looking at me. I forced myself to say, "Feyre, you're under no obligation to stay here, and of course I'll take you back across the Wall if that's what you want. I know you didn't understand what was happening when you accepted the bond. That said, as far as I'm concerned, the townhouse is yours, too. And even if it wasn't, I thought after everything you were at least comfortable enough to stay in my guest room for a night."

If Feyre wanted to return to the mortal lands and never see a faerie again, I wouldn't blame her. I didn't know much about what her life had been like before coming to Prythian, but if she wanted, she deserved to be able to return to it. And I needed to make it explicitly clear that the mating bond didn't mean I had any sort of claim over her.

Her choice. Always.

To my relief, she didn't move. "I was just trying to do right by you," she said, the words a bit muffled against my shirt.

That made two of us. I kissed the top of her head, the only part of her I could reach without shrugging her off of me, and hoped it was enough to show her that we were in this together. The situation was delicate and confusing, but…we'd figure it out.

"And I want to do the same for you. Apparently it's not nearly as simple as it sounds," I said. Her stomach was still churning; when I felt another hunger pang from her, I gently nudged her away and added, "Finish eating. It's been weeks since you've had a proper meal."

And because Feyre was nothing if not completely impossible, she just glared at my eggs until I took a bite. I resisted the urge to point out that I wasn't the one who'd fought the Middengard Wyrm on a mostly-empty stomach and then gone to bed without bothering to eat dinner. The look in her eyes was becoming familiar, the one that told me she'd have my head if I balked at what she wanted.

I could guess, though, what she'd experienced to make her grow into the sort of person who ignored their own gnawing hunger with practiced ease, all while pushing someone else to finish what was on their plate.

"For what it's worth," she said eventually, "I don't want to go back across the Wall, at least not permanently. I want to see for myself that my family is safe, but there's nothing left for me there."

Feyre wanted to stay in the Night Court. Perhaps it shouldn't have been a surprise, considering how at home she looked here, but the relief was strong enough that if I'd been standing, my knees probably would have gone weak.

But that wasn't the point, so I did my best not to look too obvious about it. Feyre had family out there somewhere, and the Mother only knew what lie Tamlin had spun when he'd ripped her from them. They probably thought she was dead.

And in a way, I supposed they were my family now, too. Azriel had likely already taken care of it—even if Feyre hadn't realized, accepting the bond had made her human family Night Court royalty by the laws of Prythian—but I made a mental note to confirm with him that they were under our protection.

"Then we'll go today," I said.

She stared at me in shock, which was strange. Tamlin had kidnapped her—of course making sure she reunited with her family was a priority.

"We don't have to. I don't want to pull you from Velaris when you've only just gotten back," she said.

And there it was again, that tricky matter of doing right by each other. It wasn't a concern, but…I understood why she'd think it was.

"I wouldn't begrudge you a reunion with you family after having one with mine last night." It was true, but it wasn't everything—the look she gave me made it obvious she knew that. If I'd been having this conversation with anyone else, I would have left things there, this was Feyre. It was safe to be honest with her. "There's quite a lot of work to do after the balance of power shifted and our…performance yesterday. The rest of the Inner Circle is handling it to spare me having to work so soon after returning. And...I don't know how to be around them just yet."

"Did something with them not go well last night?" she said after a moment.

I couldn't tell her what a mess I'd been; I wouldn't risk her feeling responsible for scaring me when she'd left. But I wouldn't lie, either. "Nothing like that, but last night we were all so relieved we didn't really talk. We're all furious with each other, and I'm not looking forward to facing it."

"We'll go to the mortal lands another day, when you don't look dead on your feet." I winced—Cauldron, I hadn't realized I'd looked that bad. It had been a sleepless night, though. Feyre must have misunderstood because she continued, "We don't get along. It's…complicated."

That was hardly a surprise, something I'd suspected was true since that first conversation in her cell Under the Mountain. The morning after Calanmai, I'd written it off as healthy suspicion of a faerie claiming to be her mate after what must have been an incredibly strange night, but even then, Feyre had clearly struggled to believe someone else might be in her corner. It had probably kept her safe. But…people from happy families didn't think like that.

"Contrary to popular belief, I do try to stay out of your head. I don't even know how many siblings you have." It was the truth, but she wouldn't be the first person to accuse me of sneaking past mental shields to poke around for information. I wasn't above prying if it were someone else, but I'd never do that to her.

She seemed to believe me, at least. And then somehow we found ourselves in the middle of a conversation about our sisters, chatting as if we'd always eaten breakfast together. I'd dreamed about being here with her, about things being this comfortable and easy, but it had always been just a dream, a pleasant imagining to get lost in and forget about being Under the Mountain for a while.

But now it was a reality, and I let myself slip into it.

It only lasted so long, though. The exhaustion of two nights without sleep was bound to catch up to me, and from the way Feyre was stretching, I could tell she was sore from her fight with the Wyrm. I wanted to get her off her feet and resting again.

"Let's get you back to the townhouse so you can sleep," she said.

"I'm not sure I can." I needed it, but I wasn't sure I could relax enough to manage.

"You're going to collapse if you don't." The words came out a bit sharp, and she must have realized it because she spoke more softly as she added, "Try falling asleep on me. My scent helps, doesn't it?"

"You don't have to do that." There was nothing more soothing than Feyre's lilac-and-pear scent, but after what she'd just told me about her family, I didn't want to be another person depending on her. Feyre was only nineteen, but she'd already done more than enough caretaking to last a lifetime.

She stepped closer, taking both of my hands, and I had a sudden urge to pull her flush against me. Cauldron, it was as if the mating bond wouldn't let up.

"Now that I've eaten, I'm taken care of. It's your turn. We'll get back to the townhouse, and I promise once you're asleep I'll stay so you don't wake up alone."

I started to say something else to reassure her that I wouldn't be be another burden for her shoulder, but before I could, she'd closed the distance between us and kissed me. I lost my train of thought. At least, though, I wasn't the only one who'd wanted to be closer.

But as she pulled away, the realization that I wouldn't be able to fly her down to the street hit me like a punch to the gut. "My wings…I can't— I barely made it up here. I'm not strong enough to carry someone down, not anymore." I hadn't thought that far ahead when I told her I'd come to the House of Wind, and it had been a stupid oversight.

Some emotion I couldn't quite read flashed across Feyre's face for a moment. It was gone before I could ask, replaced by a smile I knew better than to point out that I could tell was forced.

"Then another day we'll see if you have the softest landings to go with the biggest wingspan."

I stilled, not sure I'd heard her correctly for a moment. It had been a very long time since I'd heard anyone make a joke about wingspan size. And to hear it come from the mouth of my human mate of all people…Mother above, who'd explained the significance of that to her?

I was suddenly very afraid to find out what my family had told her about me after she'd learned to shield.

But it was hard to be worried about anything with Feyre grinning at me, blue-grey eyes bright with mischief. She'd known exactly what she'd been doing. My heart squeezed as I let her tug me towards the stairs.

I'd never really enjoyed taking the stairs in the House of Wind, but it wasn't nearly as awful with Feyre there. I fought exhaustion the whole way, mostly making conversation to keep myself awake. I wasn't sure I'd survive the humiliation of passing out and being carried the rest of the way down.

The last thing I remember before sleep finally claimed me was her scent and her fingers running through my hair. I don't think I'd ever felt more safe.

But it was hard to stay asleep. Even though I probably could have passed out for a day—and needed it—I was stirring only a few hours later. Her scent was there again, still in my nose.

Just like it had been when I'd woken up from dreams of her Under the Mountain.

There was warm skin against my face. Perhaps…perhaps it had all been a dream and that skin belonged to—

No. No, it wasn't that bitch—the smell was coming from whoever's stomach my nose was resting against. I was still asleep on Feyre. Not a dream, then. She was still sitting here and had been for quite a while.

"Feyre?" I said. "You're still here."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said.

I sat up, a bit more alert now. Feyre brushed my cheek with her thumb, and I pressed my face against her hand, letting the feel of her skin on mine ground me in reality. "Your scent was in my dreams before I even met you. For a moment, I thought this might be a dream again."

"We made it out," she said, soft but insistent.

I nodded, repeating those words in my head and wondering when it wouldn't be so hard to believe them. Feyre pulled her hand away, and my eyes dropped to her tattoo.

I'd known about it, of course. I'd even seen it out of her eyes once or twice. She'd been glamoured Under the Mountain, and over breakfast I'd been too preoccupied with other things to really look closely. But now I did.

High Lady of the Night Court.

It wasn't her title yet, but it would be. I knew deep down in my bones that the design would be filled in the rest of the way one day. But there was still something miraculous about the tangible evidence before me that I wasn't just a lovestruck fool for thinking Feyre was nothing less than a queen.

The Night Court itself agreed with me.

There wasn't time to dwell on that. I'd rest more later—I wanted to check in with the rest of the Inner Circle and make sure that there hadn't been any new emergencies. I stood, unfurling my wings and smoothing out my tunic.

"I have to debrief with the Inner Circle this evening, and you should be present for that," I said, surprising even myself with how composed I sounded.

Feyre shot me another look. "Is it at all related to the dinner plans Azriel mentioned while you were asleep?"

"Ideally no, but it will be a working dinner if necessary."

She nodded, though she still looked hesitant, as if she were bracing herself for something before she said, "If someone's coming here from the House of Wind, then would they be able to bring my things?"

Feyre wanted to stay with me. Not just in the Night Court, but here. In the townhouse. She'd looked unsure of something, so I was careful not to overwhelm her by letting it show how utterly relieved and elated I was.

It did beg the question of who'd be sleeping where, though. And I wasn't ready to have the conversation. She'd already run off once, and I didn't want to presume she wanted to share a bed—and even if she did, I wasn't sure how she'd feel about my hands turning to talons when I had nightmares.

"You'll find them in the room across the hall from mine," I said, reaching out with my magic to move everything. It was so easy now that I was back to my full power.

As I left to wash up, I caught sight of a report from Azriel on the end table. That must have been why he'd dropped by, then. I reached out and found his mind, and at the first scrape of a talon, he let me in.

All is well, before you ask.

I gripped the edge of the sink, momentarily overwhelmed at the feeling of my brother's mind and the sound of his voice in my head again. It had been so long. I'd missed him.

Is it?

Yes. Sentries have been posted around the Archeron estate, and wards are in place. They're safe, and so is the Night Court. We'll see you at dinner.

Thank you.

I have one thing to show you, though.

There was a slight shift in Azriel's mind, a door opening to let me into a memory. I stepped through.

From Azriel's perspective, I saw myself asleep on the sofa earlier today, my head in Feyre's lap. The dark circles under my eyes were more prominent than I'd realized, and I'd spent so much time unable to look at myself Under the Mountain that I'd forgotten how pale I'd become—no wonder Feyre had seemed so worried this morning.

A warm feeling washed over Azriel at the sight of me resting and Feyre comfortable as she stroked my hair. Like everyone else, he'd been worried when she'd run off last night. It wasn't Azriel's business…but he'd been concerned about where Feyre and I stood all the same.

"He just got to sleep," Feyre was saying, low and threatening, "so if you're here to talk to him, it had better be urgent. Come back later if it's not."

The memory faded after that. As Azriel put his shields back up, he said, Make her happy, Rhys. She deserves it.

I wasn't sure what I'd expected, but Feyre—a human who'd only learned to properly throw a punch two months ago—had nearly picked a fight with one of the most powerful Illyrian warriors in history. All because she thought I needed rest.

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to kiss her again.

By some miracle, an underfed human teenager had appointed herself the protector of the High Lord of the Night Court. And I don't think I could have been in better hands.

I just stood there for a moment, blinking at my reflection and overwhelmed by how much I loved Feyre Archeron.

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

Cardigan

Sirius Black x reader

warnings: implications of past self destructive thoughts and behaviors BUT nothing specific described, mentions of past mental issues, swearing, consumption of alcohol, underage smoking/drinking. summary: you’ve dealt with everything on your own, but Sirius changes that. Tags: light Angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, hurt/comfort Disclaimer: I am in no way shape or form romanticizing self destructive behaviors or tendencies. It’s something I’ve dealt with for years and am healing from. If you need to talk to someone my messages are always open. Also, English isn’t my first language and this story isn’t proofread, so if you find any mistakes let me know :) Word count: 2k

Lastly, this is a gift to myself for staying clean for almost a year

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You drew stars around my scars

You have always been quiet, kept your emotions and thoughts to yourself. Never feeling interesting or important enough to share them, free them. Not even when times were dark and life felt impossible.

You felt hopeless, alone, unloved, that is why you sought out help in the form of something equally dark as the thoughts in your head. That kept going for years, shaping your identity, convincing you that YOU were the problem, the darkness that lived inside your chest was who you were supposed-destined to be, and that is why you never asked for help, never told anyone about your secret.

After sometime, the storm passed, and the sun came out. Realizing that you aren't unworthy of happiness, that you deserve love is a war that you still haven't won. You lose somedays, but you keep fighting. You know now that you owe it to yourself to at least try, try and fight the dark thoughts that sometimes find shelter in your mind.

So the dark days might have passed, but they have left their mark on you. Most days you try to ignore the marks, scars on you, not put much thought into them. Until now. And why is that? Now you have people that care about you, you had them before, but now you feel their love- you let yourself feel their love.

Sirius Black was your exact opposite and almost the same person as you. What you didn't have he did, and what he lacked he found in you. You were his shelter when the storm inside him tore everything apart, he was a blanket poured over you when the days were cold and the fireplace inside you couldn't be lit.

You were each others north star, lighting up the darkest of nights. You don't exactly remember when or how he became important to you.

Maybe it was during a Gryffindor party, he found you outside staring into the nothingness of the night sky seeking refuge in the stars. You were surrounded by your friends, by people you cared about, but you felt so so alone, as if there were glass walls separating you from them, not letting you hear the jokes that made them laugh or the music they danced to.

He offered you a drink and a smoke, you accepted, you still don't know why. He made a joke about something professor Binns had said to you in history class and you responded with a genuine laugh you'd grown to miss. "I didn't think you paid attention to Binns, your eyes are always half closed during history, come to think of it, last week I could've sworn I heard a snore." , you respond and earn a laugh from him.

He shrugs before he answers "I pay attention to you, not Binns." and at that you scoff. He giggles and if the sun was out you'd notice a faint blush over his cheeks, "No, really, you are always drawing something during his classes but somehow are able to pay attention to him. Talent- that", you stare at him now, unable to find the right words to respond.

You shake your head and look forward, taking a long drag of smoke. Turning back to him you say smirking "Careful Black, if I didn't know better I'd be scared you're stalking me.", instead of laughing it off like you'd expected he smiled and said "Darling, maybe I am.", he stood up to get back inside and added "You, sketching me one day, is the only thing keeping me up in class", before leaving you, startled, with a stupid grin that wouldn't leave your face for the rest of the night.

Come to think of it, it might have been an entirely different day. It was late at night, and you were returning to your dorm, after a not so productive study session at the library. As you were walking down the cold corridors, you spotted Sirius Black walking slowly to his dorm, hand in his stomach, quietly cursing to himself.

"Black?", you whispered loudly and after catching his attention, asked "What are you doing up this late? Are you hurt?", "I'm fine", he answered but as he turned to leave you saw him wincing in pain letting out a groan. You rushed to his side and checked his face, black eye and split lip, you removed his hand from his stomach and stared into his grey eyes, silently asking for permission to lift his shirt.

He nodded and as you saw his wound you muttered a curse. "How the hell did this happen?", you asked. "Bloody Malfoy and his friends had it out for me, next time I see him I'll argh...", "Sorry." , you whispered quietly, "Want help getting to Madam Pomfrey?", "Can't, Poppy will have my head, along with Dumbledore and Mcgonagall. Don't worry love, got it covered, I've had my fair share of healing charm practice. I'll figure something out. " , you try not to react to his words and say, "I can help you, let me."

And somehow he did. You dragged him to an empty classroom and he performed a lighting spell for you as you healed him. He paid close attention to you, as you worked. Noticing your moves, calculated- not sloppy like his were when performing these spells, as if you'd had years of practice, which you did, but he didn't know that.

Your face was calm, focused, you didn't look scared or anxious, he liked that about you. How you always kept composed, as if you'd grown shields around you, not letting the darkness of the world harm you. He wished he could also do that. Protect himself from his parents, the purebloods who threatened him and his friends, even his family who constantly expressed their disappointment to him. Disappointed by his friends, beliefs, choices, disappointed by him and who he was.

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, "Sirius, I'm done, how are you feeling?" "Great, you should consider healing, you'll make a proper fortune..", he joked trying to change the subject, lighten the mood. But you asked again, sincere interest written on your face, "Apart from the wound, how are you?"

He grabbed your hand, squeezed lightly and responded with a small smile "Better now, truly." you smiled back and something fluttered inside you, a different feeling arising, but you couldn't understand what is was back then. You walked back to your dorms together and said goodnight to each other, like it was something you'd done millions of times before.

Many memories with Sirius flood your mind, weekends at Hogsmeade, drinking hot chocolate and butterbeer with your friends- spending more and more time together ever since Lily (your best friend) and James started seeing each other-,him making fun of James' obvious infatuation with Lily and you smiling at your best friends constant blushing at the seekers compliments.

Going shopping together, Sirius making an effort in helping you pick out clothes and you making fun at him for that. Ruining your and Remus' study sessions at the library. Jamming out to ABBA, Queen and Bowie. Seeing his face light up after introducing him to Fleetwood Mac. Being partners in Potions, brewing Amortentia together and you trying not to make it obvious that his cologne and leather jacket are the only things that you smell.

It is safe to say that you two had grown very close, he had a special place in your heart, not a friend or crush, something entirely different and unique. And utterly beautiful, just like him.

Going from friends to something more was like a slow reaction sped up by your friends, who'd grown tired of watching you two dance around each other, both scared to act on your feelings- not wanting to lose one another.

It happened as a dare, James dared Remus to kiss you over a game of spin the bottle. You laughed awkwardly and said no, but everyone insisted you'd go on with it, Remus remained quiet giving you and Sirius quick glances.

After taking a sip of Firewhiskey to calm your nerves and closing your eyes you exclaimed "Okay, just get it over with.", Remus slowly got close to you until Sirius stood up and left. James shouted "Oi where are you going?" and Sirius responded with an angry "Out.". The rest of you looked at each other worried and you stood up to check up on him.

You found him taking long strides down the corridors leading to the field and you ran behind after him to catch up, whilst also shouting his name. After getting outside, he stopped abruptly and you having finally caught up to him exhaled deeply.

"Why'd you leave so suddenly?" , you asked, secretly hoping, wishing for the answer you craved. That he was jealous, that he loved you, that he couldn't look at anyone kissing you, couldn't bare the thought of you being touched by anyone but him.

You scoffed at yourself for thinking like that. Imagination getting the better of you, once again. You braced yourself for the answer that'd hurt you "I got bored", or "Needed a smoke", prepared yourself for disappointment. But he said, "You know why."

And you gulped, you needed him to say it, not trusting yourself. You opened your mouth, but what came out was the repetition of "don't know" and "Sirius" and "I". You couldn't stop, nerves controlling you now, so Sirius did the one thing he thought would help, while also wishing he hadn't read you wrong all those months, he kissed you.

At first you were shocked and didn't respond, not until he pulled back, Now he was nervous and blabbering "I'm sorrys". You just grabbed him by his shirt and crashed your mouth on his, eyes finally closed, hands sliding around his neck and hair, you were kissing Sirius Black. And he was kissing you back!

Time stopped and everything felt unreal. After a few moments, not really wanting to separate from each other, you both took a step back, and there you stood, with Sirius' hands not letting go of your waist and both of you smiling at each other before you heard shouts and laughs from a few feet behind and Marlene’s voice screaming "I told you it would work!".

And all that takes us to the present. After kissing Sirius, you two have grown more and more close. Currently you are in the Gryffindor common room, alone and sprawled out on a couch near the fireplace. Sirius on top of you humming, as you run your hands through his hair with one hand and hold your book with the other.

You aren't able to focus on the story you're reading, your mind constantly reminding you of the past Sirius will find out sooner or later, the awkward conversation you'll eventually need to have and the vulnerability you have no experience with. Sirius calls your name and snaps you out of your thoughts,"What is going on up there?"

You look at him nervously, not knowing how to open up, how to talk to him about this. "I..." you say and sigh again, closing your eyes, he sits up and you follow him, now playing with your hands. "I don't know how to talk to you about this, I don't really know how to talk to anyone about it really".

He grabs your hand and caresses your cheek "Talk to me whenever you're ready, I'll always listen. I'm here and I don't ever plan on leaving." You smile awkwardly, tears gathered in your eyes but not able to flow down your cheeks. "Nothing you say to me can change the way I think of you."

You look into his eyes and know he is telling the truth; you've never been more thankful for him, you trust him and he knows that too. That is why when you open your mouth you tell him everything.

Everything you've kept inside all those years, the things you've had to deal with, the things you did to survive. He stays true to his word, he doesn't see you as weak or pathetic, his hand stays in yours as you talk, his grip stronger now, afraid you'll somehow disappear.

He holds you close when you start crying, muffled apologies whispered in your hair, along with "im with you"s, "im proud of you"s. You stay like that for a while, curled up in each other, kisses placed on your hair and forehead, your hands locked around his back , eyes closed. Letting it all out being the most exhausting thing you've ever had to do, but you’re relieved.

You watch as the sun comes out and know that everything will be okay.

[headstrongblake]

letter 32.

nick's determined to find you, bring you home. i wish there was something i could say to him that would help him with this, in coping with losing you...because while i hope against hope that you'll come back with us when we find you...i know already. i know you won't return with us. i know that. but nick doesn't. he does his best to hold onto the hope that bringing you back will fix everything that went wrong since that man. i think his hope is getting into my soul, working it's way into my dreams because when we finally stopped at this crap motel tonight after hundreds of miles...i had the most vivid dream. so real that when i woke up....my heart ached for it.

you were there. happy and a little older, but you looked less worn. like you no longer carried such a devastating weight that i know you've been saddled with long before you ever should've been. we were happy. i was so confused as i walked down the hallway, filled with gorgeous pictures we must have framed...there was a child laughing...i think that's why i was confused the most, i haven't had dreams like this, or even thought of a family since our scare...but when i got downstairs...oh grant, there she was. our little girl, laughing on the kitchen counter, making a mess with you. it appeared so real...felt so real.

god, nick's hope is infectious and dangerous. this won't be our life and i'm devastated by it...i know i was terrified about being a mom, terrified about possibly having a child but...i wish you knew that if i could go back, i'd make sure you know that one day.... a family with you would have been my dream.

letter 19.

i hate you so much for leaving. for doing this to me. to nick!! to the family we created here. i hate you, grant. god i hate you so much and worst of all, i hate myself even more because i still love you. i still love you so much that if you showed up here right now, right this second...you know i'd fold into your arms, and tell you how that everything's going to be okay now. i write that and know how fucked up that is. how could you do that to somebody you love?! how the hell could you promise to love me, to never leave me and after everything we've been through together...you did. i believed you, every time you swore you loved me i believed it. i think part of me still does, but when i do, when i remember all the promises you made, and how you made me feel in every moment we spent together...i'm just angrier. you don't get to promise someone a love like i thought we had and then just abandon them!? it's not fucking fair grant. it's not. you broke my fucking heart...

letter 74.

i still miss you at times, grant. please, don't ever think that because my life has continued that i forget you, or everything we did together. you're my family. part of my family here and that will always be true. kassy and i are better. i understand why she was hurt when nick and i left to look for you, i can understand the anger and pain she felt in how we left her, especially for you. i love you still, i don't know if that will ever change, but you're not at the forefront of my thoughts anymore, haunting me. & most importantly...you are not here. kassy is. bellamy is. alec. nate. trinity. atom. liv. they're all here and i'm finding more of myself. i'm pouring into those i love who are here and i'm pouring more into myself again. bell doesn't love it, but i started a new business here. exacting justice, giving a little payback. it's brilliant and growing fast. word on the street lately is that i am who you go to when you're stuck between a rock and a hard place. i was tired of being too late, of not being helpful, of the people i love the most...being hurt in ways i can't keep stomaching. this is how i fix that. how i do my part in it.

but I have to admit, there are parts that worry me. i'm sure that'll worry bell if he notices it. but the violence, the cruelty, the darkness of this world—it's getting easier to manage, easier to duel out. I'm changing grant, but i also think i'm becoming who i need to be.

i don't know why i'm still writing these....but, it helps. when i can't sleep, when i'm spinning out...writing to you helps.

|| @thewholecrew

[withmyhonesty]

Ritsu Sakuma - SHUFFLE x Whispering Evil TELEPHONE - Mini Talks

Translations under the cut (best viewed on desktop)

Sleepy Season

Mnya, mnya... there's no way I can remember the dawn of spring sleep... Eh, hmm? Anzu, you're here now. Nacchan was supposed to be here with me before I fell asleep.

Option 1: You looked like you were sleeping comfortably. Option 2: I see.

Option 1: You looked like you were sleeping comfortably. That's right, I was sleeping so soundly I didn't even notice Nacchan had left. After all, Spring is the season when sleep is most comfortable unlike Summer. Hm~ I'm still sleepy, but now that Anzu is here now, I should wake up properly.

Option 2: I see. Mm. We stopped by the office together, and then Nacchan invited me to the Hanging Gardens. I think she called out to me because I looked sleepy, but... If she had to leave to do something else, she could've just told me ahead of time.

x

...Hm? Speak of the devil, Nacchan's sent me a message. "I'm sorry I left without calling, I wonder if you're awake now?" Hmm, how should I respond? Should I just message back "It's okay, I'm awake now~"?

Option 1: It's like she can see right through you. Option 2: I think that's fine.

Option 1: It's like she can see right through you. Ahaha, you're right. It's great timing that she reached out to me just as I woke up, isn't it? Being in Knights means we spend a lot of time together, so she probably knows how long my naps are. I wonder. I haven't thought about it much, but maybe I'll ask next time.

Option 2: I think that's fine. Yeah? If Anzu says it's okay, then I'm sure it's okay to send it. You ask if usual exchanges are like that? Yeah. It's a little blunt, but I guess that's how we are. We can meet up and talk about whatever's necessary in person, right?

x

Ah, a handkerchief? Aa, sorry. Nacchan responded, she said she put a handkerchief over my eyes whilst I slept so I wouldn't be dazzled by the sun when I woke up. But I can't find it anywhere..? Maybe it was blown away by the wind?

Option 1: Maybe... Option 2: I can't feel any wind...

Option 1: Maybe... Woah. Anzu, why did you come so close all of a sudden? Even that surprised me. If you wanted me to move, you should've just said so. Yoi~sho. ... The handkerchief. Ahaha, I see. It must've fell off my face whilst I was asleep and got crushed under my body.

Option 2: I can't feel any wind... Right. If it fluttered in the breeze, it might have ended up in the bushes or somewhere nearby. Ah, there it is. I just didn't look properly, I don't think it got dirty. I'll wash it and return it to Nacchan, since it's the handkerchief that served as an eye mask and let me sleep soundly.

x

A Secret Place

Just now, I was having tea with Secchan and Suu-chan at Cinnamon. In the flow of the conversation, I accidentally mentioned "Trickstudio". It was my fault for letting it slip, but Secchan was so keen on the conversation I got a little flustered.

Option 1: That's a little... Option 2: Was he interested?

Option 1: That's a little... Yeah. I guess he thought he could meet Yuu-kun if he went to that place, which is where Trickstar hold most of their activities. Even though he's been treated coldly many times, Secchan's willpower is truly amazing. Since I couldn't say anything, he tried to locate it himself... I wonder how that went?

Option 2: Was he interested? I guess he's not interested in the place itself, but the possibility that Yuu-kun might be there. ... Hm? So, in the end did I tell Secchan the location? I was worried Maa-kun would get angry if I told him, so I somehow avoided saying so. Isn't that great?♪

x

Knights also has a hangout area, but I don't think it's as impressive as Trickstudio. I'd also like a nice room where I can have a cup of tea elegantly and do some creative work...♪ However, it would be a hassle to arrange it all myself, so maybe I should get my brother to do it for me?

Option 1: Do you really want that? Option 2: Would you like me to arrange it?

Option 1: Do you really want that? Hehe. I hope it happens, but I'm not serious about it at the moment. To be honest, it seems like it would be more trouble than its worth... It would be a pain to manage. If someone decided to make one in their free time, maybe I'd enjoy going out to play and have fun in it.

Option 2: Would you like me to arrange it? No no. This is an important time for you, Anzu, so just think about and focus on yourself. I mean, it's only half a joke. I don't expect everything to go my way all of the time... But, well, if I want it one day, I'll be sure to ask Anzu for advice.

x

Speaking of Trickstudio, I'm going to meet up with Maa-kun soon ♪ It won't be for work. Maa-kun wanted to see a movie based on a manga he likes, so I promised I'd go. I'm not particularly interested in movies, but I'm looking forward to spending time with Maa-kun...♪

Option 1: Have fun. Option 2: That manga might be...

Option 1: Have fun. Thank you. Since we graduated, I feel like I've had even less time to hang out with Maa-kun... When we see each other again, I want to feel fully replenished in Maa-kun ingredients. But next time, I'd like to invite you too. I think I'll be able to have a better time if both Maa-kun and Anzu are there... ♪

Option 2: That manga might be... Do you know about it too, Anzu? Mm, it's based on a popular shounen manga. Maa-kun also emphasized that a lot of effort was put into the lore accuracy and action scenes. ... I think I'll give it a chance and watch it seriously. If it's interesting, I'll let Anzu know about it.

[theflyindutchwoman]

I just wanted to drop a quick message and say how much I adore your Anatomy of a Scene series. I've only just gotten into this fandom in the past week or so, I guess the youtube shorts algorithm sensed I was overdue a new ship to obsess over. I watched all the Chenford scenes first, read a ton of fanfiction, and now I'm only actually just starting to watch the series properly - I'm doing everything backwards and it's equal parts reassuring and gutting. I know about S6 Chenford so I don't have that coming to me as a horrible surprise, but I also now have to bear witness to the historical archives of a fandom going through so many different emotions without realising what's coming for them. I want to shout at the past versions of you all to brace yourselves! Watching through the show from the start is pretty sobering too - I have to keep catching myself while watching the cute moments, to remember there's worse yet to come. Also being 'caught up' on a show still airing is the worst. I promised I'd never watch a show again until it finished airing after suffering through FitzSimmons angst week after torturous week for 7 years ^_^ my little shipper heart can't take the uncertainty. Anyway, ramble aside, your Anatomy series has been utterly beautiful and so insightful thus far. Your writing style, even for something like this, is so reassuring and eloquently gentle. Affirming things I'd already noticed, and gifting me the many things I'd missed. I know a S6 Anatomy will be...messy, but your insight into it (if you are doing one, it'd be understandable if you didn't want to) will always be a blessing. Here's to a better S7 for our little lovesick idiots who need copious amounts of therapy and cuddles (let's face it, the fandom needs this too rn. thanks, writers).

You're awesome <3

OMG, thank you so much! And welcome to the fandom! I hope you will join us in this little corner once you are caught up with the show - or before then. Things are a bit calm at the moment due to the long hiatus but don't hesitate to share with us your thoughts and reactions as you watch the show. It's always exciting to read comments from people who are discovering the show… it kind of feels like a trip down memory lane :) On the bright side, you have plenty of time to catch up before we go through the roller-coaster of s7 together!

Thank you so much for taking the time to send me this sweet message ᡣ𐭩 You absolutely made my day. I actually started them as a way to keep myself busy and help keep the fandom alive during last year's long hiatus. I can't gif or write stories so I wrote those. I just never expected that so many would read them - or to write so many, either. So thank you, that means a lot to me… especially because I haven't started writing anything for S6 yet… I want to. But I just can't bring myself to rewatch this season quite yet, it still feels too fresh. And to tell you the truth, I'm not really sure I have that much insights to bring… It's been a little daunting thus far and it's also why your message was a real balm for my heart ;)

YOU are awesome ᥫ᭡

[just-some-random-blogger]

Left In Hell

Dream of The Endless x Musician!Reader

Summary: You left your harp in hell, and by the domain's laws, the item was quickly claimed by a demon. Your only hope of claiming it back was a bit of luck and a bit of Dream.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Insufferable!Dream, jittery!reader, gender neutral!reader, deity!reader ig, intense make out scene, typos, etc.

A/N: I originally posted this on my AO3 but yeah i wanted to bring this over here psssst a part two? "Sounds Like Heaven"

The hair on the back of my neck was raised. My stance was low as I carefully tread this annex of hell.

I let out a string of profanities once I saw exactly who was holding my instrument. I stilled in my creeping to hide behind a boulder near the swamp of torment when the demon looked over its shoulder.

I shuddered at the howls of help in the undead slurry of water and had to slap my hand on my mouth, as not to allow my squeaks from being heard.

In my anxiousness and fear, I topple backwards on my bum. I crawl away, breath hitching through my attempts to calm myself down.

I jolt up, startled when my hand pressed onto a dry branch, causing it to break with a loud crunching noise. Then I hold back a scream as I feel my back come in contact with something unanticipated.

I throw myself forward and whip my head back, in an attempt to see what I hit. Stupidly though, my frantic action nearly made me dive into the river.

I was blessed by the gods when something pulled me back and brought me to my feet.

I bring my hands up to my face in some sort of defense, although truly, it wouldn't matter, because whatever being hell would not be deterred by two fleshy limbs.

I find myself pressed against a chest with an arm around my back. I look back at the being that saved me then let out a sigh of relief, "it seems it's not the gods but the Endless that has delivered me."

Dream of the Endless, with his signature brooding look and gleaming yet tired eyes, peers down at me, inquiring with a dark tone, "what are you doing in hell?"

I place my palms on his firm chest and breathe in deeply before replying, "I was invited. The Lightbringer had always been fond of my music," I turn away from him, not bearing the weight of his gaze, "but then as I was about to leave, I realized I left my instrument."

Dream tilts his head.

"So, naturally, I came back for it, but by then a demon already laid claim on it, as it was technically already a lost item."

I hear his deep yet soft chuckle.

I make a twisted face of embarrassment and regret, and turn back to him, "I'm not causing trouble, I swear. Lucifer allowed me to retrieve my ha-my instrument, my instrument, my instrument, by my own power."

He hums then I realize I gave myself away by saying the words 'my instrument' a bit too much, "so it is your Harp of Dreamlight that got stolen?" He finally releases me, "no wonder you why you haven't begged me to help you the moment you saw my face."

"Please, my lord," I quickly change tune and grovel. I bend down and grab his coat, "there can be no forgiveness for losing your most precious gift, but surely, you cannot allow a demon make music with it."

The Lord of Dreams lowers his eyes to me, grabbing my arms, bringing me back to my feet, "the thought is most disturbing, and yet if I meddle, I would be overextending my power in a domain that is not mine."

"You wouldn't have to do anything," I shake my hand, gripping my hands on the lower part of his collar, "just allow me-- to..." I do a double take when I realize he had a raven on his shoulder. I raise my brows at the bird, "oh, hello. I hadn't noticed you there."

The raven squawks after I say my name in greeting, then replies, "I'm Matthew. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but considering we're in hell and all, I really can't."

I break into a soft chuckle, "that's true. I remember the first time I came here. It was horrible, I nearly couldn't-"

"This is exactly why you lost your harp in the first place," Dream cuts in, making me jolt in surprise and lower my gaze, "you are so fickle and so thoughtless that your focus so quickly fades."

I purse my lips at his harsh but true words as Dream brings his face down and further speaks, "well? What is your plan?"

I lift my eyes up to him and let out a nervous chuckle, "right, right. My plan. My plan. My plan." I grab his arm and point my finger very to the direction of the demon that was holding my harp closely by my chest.

Both Dream and I jerk when the demon begins to roughly rip through the chords of the instrument, playing it not only out of tune, but with such lack of care it breaks a string, then another.

I heave heavily and face the harp's maker, "That thing is a lust demon, so I was thinking I would flash it and make a run for it-"

"That is a reckless and horrible plan only one like you coul-"

"-but now that you're here!" I raise my voice, "we can just make out really, really roughly, and then Matthew could go fly over and grab it--"

"Matthew could what?!" Matthew repeats, "you are talking about that giant harp right?! There is no way I could."

"It turned giant because of that demon!" I exclaim a bit too loud because of my nerves, "it morphs itself to the size of the player. All you have to do is perch on it and-"

"You want me to perch on a harp next to a fucking mammoth demon!?"

"No!" I raise my hands and pull away from Dream to fully face the bird on his shoulder, "it's not a mammoth demon, it's a lust demon! I've never even heard of a mammoth demon!"

"I MEANT IT'S A LARGE DEMON! MAMMOTH AS IN LARGE!"

"Well how was I supposed to know that?!" I screech back.

"OI!" a cruelly loud voice calls, making all of us turn to the said demon that was holding my harp hostage, "WHAT DO YOU LOT WANT?!"

My eyes widen and my pulse quickens.

"No time," I squeak, shooing the bird away.

I then grab his master by the neck, pulling him down to crash my lips on him.

Matthew croaks in protest, flapping overhead, watching us kiss. He dares a look at the demon, and is honestly shocked to see that its angry face was now completely blank as the thing watched the two kiss before him.

He thinks about how weird and borderline disturbing this whole thing is.

My head was spinning because of the intimate exchange. Dream had placed his hands on my back and pulled me close. I had dug my hands in his already disheveled hair.

His lips were like wine I was getting drunk on. My body against him felt so at home even in a place such as this. And though I really didn't want to, I break away momentarily from the heated kiss to see how Matthew was fairing.

I let out a groan for two reasons, Matthew was still flying overhead, and Dream started kissing my neck.

"Matthew!" I whine out a plea as I looked up at him.

I squeak out in pain at the sudden nip at my earlobe. It seems Dream did not appreciate whatever I did, but I don't manage to do anything but melt against Dream's lips again as he presses his lips on mine.

I don't know if I was beginning to hear things, which would not be farfetched, considering there are echoes of misery here, but I could have sworn it was Dream that grumbled something along the lines of, "dare you say the name of another while kissing me?"

Nah.

That's probably all in my head.

I then squeak at the sudden shift in our stance; I was being lifted up by my thighs. His grip was firmly encouraging my legs to snake their way around his waist.

Matthew, at this point, finally makes way to the harp, heaving in both fear and tiredness, since he could not bring himself to fly high enough, lest he be caught up in the fog of wraiths above him.

True enough, once he perches on the harp, it rapidly begins to shrink.

"Boss!" Matthew croaks, "I got it," he says, beginning to fly off.

Instantly, Dream releases my lower lip, which he had caught in between his teeth, and my mind begins to spin.

I barely even register the sand that was suddenly swirling around us.

The next thing I know, there is a light that is irritating my eyes.

I turn back to Dream, nibbling my lips at the sight of his bitten ones, feeling my stomach flip at the sight of his eyes that were looking down at my lips.

"I got it," Matthew proudly calls again, flying over to us with a small harp hanging from his two claws. It was his voice that brought my back to reality, or so I realized as I was let down on the floor, to the main hall of the Dreaming.

I look up to Matthew as flies down to place the harp on the floor. I release a breath and crouch down to meet Matthew eye to eye, "thank you so much." I stand, then turn to Dream, whose heavy gaze was already on me. I am unable to croak out thanks at the unsorted looks of him.

"My Lord, I had not realized you have retur--" the voice of Lucienne echoes in the grand expanse of the room.

I turn to the speaker, breaking into a smile, "Lucienne! It's been a while!"

The librarian's eyebrows quirk as her eyes dart between her master's face and her master's guest. She decides not to remark on the swollenness of their lips and the unusual roughness of her master's hair, and instead readies herself with the incoming embrace.

I jog over to her and pull her into my arms.

She smiles back at me after I break away, then says, "the whole of Dreaming will be pleased to know of your visit."

"Yes, it's been a while since these halls have echoed with Dreamlight," I say, turning to Dream, who looked suddenly back to normal-- hair in its normally wild state, and lips not at all swollen, then to my harp, heart sinking at the sight of it's broken strings, "but I'm afraid I can't play you anything while its strings are broken."

I turn back to Dream and move to and fro on the pads of my feet, "unless, that is, I get some help-" "are you asking me for yet another favor, harpist?" Dream's voice booms across the expanse of what felt like the entire Dreaming.

"NO!" I squeak quickly, raising my hands up, "no, no! Psssssh," I shake my head quickly, "not at all. I can," I sigh, "collect my own materials in the abyss..." and turn to my feet with a painful look, "and forge my own strings by myself."

"Very good," Dream states, "I do hope you accomplish it quickly so you can perform for us all soon."

With that, he turns about and walks away, saying something about being terribly busy. And yet even if it was unwise to do so, I could not help myself to raise my fist at him in annoyance as I watched him leave.