#Me slowly realize how little I meant to him so he couldn't even bother keeping his word

[mrfoox]

How to make Miranda lose up to 80% of her trust and belief in you 101:

- break an promise

- break an agreement on something that's kinda a big deal

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 6: Creep

Summary: When Luck tries to goad Magna into a fight, he has to go to extreme measures to do so.

Word Count: 1,044

Magna was proud to be a member of the Black Bulls. He loved his squad, looked up to his Captain, and donned his robe with pride. The Bulls would be everything he had dreamed of, if it wasn't for one person.

Luck.

Luck, his counterpart, who found new ways to annoy him everyday. Whether it was stealing, taunting, or just generally being a menace, Magna was done with it. He wasn't sure why Luck had always seemed particularly fixated on him. Maybe it was because they were the same age or had been recruited at the same time or how easily Magna always gave in. But he wouldn't anymore. 

He refused to fall for the blonde's little tricks and give him what he wanted. There was no way he'd be provoked into fighting Luck again.

It worked well enough for the first day. When Magna ignored his teasing, he quickly moved on to harassing Finral, making him breath a sigh of relief and allowing him to enjoy a somewhat peaceful day.

The next day was worse. Luck somehow seemed more hyper than usual, literally bouncing off the walls and terrorizing anyone in sight. Not even Yami's yelling could stop him.

Magna, like all the others, did his best to avoid him. He only could for so long.

He was out in the woods behind the base practicing his Exploding Fireball when Luck found him. He was in mid-pitch, arm raised with mana gathered in his palm, when Luck jumped onto his back, making the fireball explode right in his face.

Luck, unscathed, cackled directly in his ear while Magna seethed. 

"Hey, that one was pretty powerful! Try the next one out on me, okay?"

"Get off, you ass!" Magna hissed, pulling at Luck's arms that tightened around his neck.

"Not until you agree to fight me!"

Magna would've yelled at him again if his oxygen supply wasn't being cut off. Luck must've realized because he marginally relaxed his grip so he wasn't choking him anymore. His hand brushed across Magna's neck, making him giggle as he tried to regain his breath.

"Come on, Mags! Let's fight! You're having fun already!"

"No I'm not! Go bother someone else already!"

"Then why are you laughing like a little girl?"

He growled, face heating up and efforts to pull Luck away reinvigorated. "I didn't!"

Magna managed to wrench away one of Luck's arms which began poking at his side as the other held on tighter. "Yes you did! Girly Magna!"

He grunted, trying to squirm away from Luck's touch. He didn't know if Luck knew what he was doing, but he didn't want him of all people to know how embarrassingly ticklish he was. 

He knew how to stop it. But he didn't want to give into Luck so easily. The battle-obsessed freak would have to find someone else to fight this time. He was a man. He could handle a little tickling and remove Luck with some of his dignity still intact. His resolve slowly crumbled as Luck continued poking him, more giggles slowly breaking through.

"See? You did it again!"

Magna kept quiet. He knew if he tried to talk he wouldn't be able to contain his laughter anymore. Luck's hand moved too fast for Magna to grab it, darting around to poke randomly at his torso. Switching between swatting at Luck's free hand and pulling at the one wrapped around him, he desperately tried to free himself, biting down hard on his bottom lip to try and maintain his composure. 

Luck hummed in thought, "Why do you keep laughing? Is it because I'm poking you?"

His blush deepened as he shook his head. "Shut uhuhup!"

He experimentally squeezed his side, and Magna couldn't hold it back anymore. A bark of laughter burst from him as he swatted at him and squirmed. 

Luck, the bastard, laughed at him. "You're pretty weird, Mags."

He was weird, and he took pride in it. He was a weird, off-putting delinquent. That's what it meant to be a Black Bull. But that, for whatever reason, was the last straw for Magna. 

He held his hand behind his back, drawing mana, and exploded a fireball on both of them. Luck cackled in delight, electricity singeing Magna's back as he finally jumped off to face him head-on.

Afterwards, Magna panted, lying on the forest floor next to his asshole friend who was relishing in his victory. 

"That was fun! Wanna go again?"

"No," Magna sighed, glaring at Luck over his sunglasses.

Luck sat up, kneeling beside and peering at Magna with an odd look on his face. Before Magna could ask him what he was doing, he reached out to poke Magna's side again, making him jerk back with a gasp.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Magna sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest to protect himself while wearily eyeing Luck. "You're the one who keeps doing it, asshole!"

The audacious fucker looked annoyed like Magna was the problem. He shifted, pulling at strands of grass and slowly shook his head. "No. You keep laughing whenever I touch you."

"Wha—you… do you not know what tickling is?"

He shook his head.

"Well," Magna smirked, cracking his knuckles, "then I guess I'll have to show you."

Luck didn't object; he only looked curiously at Magna who dove forward, scribbling his hands across his stomach.

Shrieking, Luck shoved Magna away and jumped to his feet, clutching his stomach.

Magna laughed at his overreaction. Luck might have been even more ticklish than him. "That's tickling. Seriously, that's never happened to you before?"

"No. It's weird."

"Yeah, well, since you already got me…" Magna stood up, inching towards Luck with a menacing look, "it's only fair if I get revenge."

Luck, the fool, was never one to back down from a fight. Even one he was certain to lose.

Magna tackled him, and they wrestled around on the ground, laughing as they were covered with dirt and grass and leaves. Luck pinned him first, experimentally prodding at his skin while he giggled helplessly. After he had his fun, Magna flipped them over and dug into Luck's hips until he was screaming.

As it turned out, Magna could enjoy a fight with Luck.

[i-write-some-stuff]

Roommate - csc

Pairing: Seungcheol x reader

Warnings: Swearing, weed use, slight mention of emotional abuse from an ex? Kinda angsty too?

Word count: 1k

A/N: I wrote this short drabble yesterday at work then typed it directly on here, so it hasn't really been edited, I apologize for any typos or mistakes. Also this is very self indulgent I'm having major Cheol feels these days please bear with me lmao

*This is purely a work of fiction. It is in no way meant to represent any idol in any way, shape or form.

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Seungcheol knew exactly where to find you.

You had been living together for over two years now, so when he walked in to see the playlist on the TV, the window to the balcony slightly opened, and the light smoke coming from outside, he knew what was going on. He kept his shoes and jacket on, crossing the living room to reach you.

It was crazy how quickly you guys went from complete strangers to the best of friends. You were a friend of a friend; his roommate had left, and you had fought with yours, which led to them kicking you out. You needed a place to stay, he needed a roommate, and so your common friend introduced the two of you, and you moved in with him within the week. You got along well, having similar habits and routines. If something bothered him, he would tell you, and so did you - most of the time anyway. So you had both agreed that you'd remain roommates for as long as this was working.

In those two years, Seungcheol had also gotten used to your coping mechanisms. He could always tell when something was wrong, because you would gradually close yourself up, and started smoking a little more often, until you broke down completely, and then you'd slowly get back up. He had tried to help you countless times before, but quickly realized that you didn't need him to save you. You just needed him to be there, to listen to you vent until you were ready to move on.

And so that's what he was prepared to do when he stepped outside. He sat down next to you in silence, doing his absolute best to not stare at you, since you knew you didn't like it in those moments. Instead, he focused on the peaceful evening, the sun slowly setting, the noisy city street below, the music softly coming from the opened window. Without a word, you handed him your lit joint, and he took it. When he exhaled the smoke, he felt you take a deep breath.

"[Your ex's name] broke up with me today," you said, and this time he looked at you. Even if you weren't facing him, he could see how puffy and red your eyes were, the somewhat fresh tears on your cheeks, your wet sweater sleeves where your arms rested on your knees. You had been crying for a while, he could tell. "Over text," you added, and all the restraint Seungcheol was trying to show was gone in an instant.

He had never like the guy. He always had a weird energy to him, always giving Seungcheol the impression that he couldn't care less about you or your friends, or about anything regarding your life. You had fought with him more than once, and Seungcheol had tried to keep you away from him, but you'd always go back. Now that the ties were broken, Seungcheol would finally be able to speak his mind to the asshole.

"What kind of fucking baby breaks up over text? I'll have a little chat with him later, believe me," he said, and you let out the tiniest chuckle. Seungcheol glanced at you, confused.

"I knew you'd choose violence."

"He deserves it, after everything he put you through," Seungcheol said, but you didn't reply, instead reaching for the joint. He gave it back to you, leaning his head on the wall behind him as you took a drag, trying to calm his anger.

"Do you wanna know why I was crying?" you asked, and he frowned.

"Because he broke your heart?"

"Maybe a bit. But I also realized that I'm an absolute idiot-"

"You're not an idiot," Seungcheol immediately argued, but you stopped him before he could add anything.

"Let me finish. I'm an absolute idiot, because I kept going back to the one who hurt me when when the one who loved me was right in front of me."

Seungcheol stopped breathing for a second. He never admitted it to himself, but he did love you. And not just as a good friend. He had feelings for you, but he'd never admit it, because that way, it hurt less to see you go out with other people. He had pushed his feelings away, especially in the last few months, convinced that he wasn't the only one in your friend group to like you. He wasn't one for drama, usually putting other people's feelings before his own. And now he feared he was right, and you would tell him you liked someone else. He wasn't sure his heart would take it.

"I guess they're right when they say love makes you blind," is what he replied to your statement, taking a longer drag of the blunt that had found its way between his fingers again.

"Seungcheol," you said, and he turned to you. You never used his full name. "I mean you. You've been there all along and I've been too stupid to see how good we are together."

Seungcheol's brain stopped working. He stared at you with wide eyes, his lips parted in a shocked expression. The feelings were scrambling in his heart, words tumbling as he struggled to find his voice.

"How'd you know?" he asked quietly.

"I didn't. Everyone kept telling me you liked me, and I kept saying you didn't, probably because I didn't want to admit that I liked you too. So I guess now we both know," you explained.

Seungcheol blinked, staring at you in disbelief. Your words suddenly clicked in his brain, and he leaned towards you. His hand found the back of your head, his lips gently finding yours. They were puffy and salty from all the tears you had shed, and Seungcheol promised himself he would never let anyone hurt you again.

[deadlifeseries]

Prowlbulk short story cuz I can't stop thinking about it and this ship needs more attention.

Story under cut to not clog people's feeds.

It was late in the evening, not an unusual time for Detroit's new heroes to return home. However, it was quite far from ideal. Home late, up early in the morning, it would take its toll on anyone after a while.

No one said much, it was all yawn and sluggish goodnights as everyone went off to their own rooms. All but one.

Bulkhead didn't expect to find Prowl in his room. He knew his dark darling hadn't been seen entering, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel an odd sense of worry. Even though it had been a few weeks since they'd confessed their mutual feeling for one another they hadn't had much time to grow closer as a couple. In part due to always being busy, though it was no secret that having three housemates(one of whom was notorious for being somewhat nosy) made having some quality time alone a scarce thing.

They stood there awkwardly looking at each other, until Prowl spoke up quietly.

"I was wondering if you would be open to me recharging here with you tonight." His demeanour was controlled as ever, but the request seemed hard to formulate for him. Not surprising, given his tendency to keep to himself.

It didn't help that Bulkhead just stood there looking bewildered. Prowl was about to get up and leave the awkward situation he created, but unexpectedly found himself in a crushing bear hug.

"I'd love that" Bulkhead said and laid down on his berth, laying Prowl down gently at his side. The smaller mech squirmed a bit, he ended up with his chestplate pressed against Bulkhead's side, his head resting against his shoulder.

"Is this ok?" Prowl looked up and slightly chuckled, it was so like Bulkhead to worry too much about making sure he did thing right. Especially when it came to anything regarding Prowl.

"Yes, this is quite nice, actually. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Not long after they were both fast asleep.

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The morning arrived almost too soon.

As expected, no one was happy with having to wake up early. With almost everyone awake and morning grogginess starting to wear off, they started to take notice of something.

"Hey, where are Prowl and Bulkhead?" Optimus asked and looked around, while he wasn't overly strict with his team he still had certain expectations of them. Getting up on time being one of them.

"Well Prowl's not in his room, I checked. He's probably out on one of his little nature walks." Ratchet grumbled and yawned loudly, being old as time meant waking up became more and more of a chore.

"I'll go wake up Bulkhead!" Bumblebee shouted before anyone else got a word in and dashed away to his friend's room. Without knocking, he entered the room and started obnoxiously shouting for Bulkhead to wake up.

While it did make him stir and mumble something, it was a lot more effective at waking someone else.

Looking royally pissed of, but mostly unaware of what's happening, Prowl sat up. "How many times do I have to tell you NOT to come to my room or bother me in the mor...ning" his voice stilled when he realized that he was, in fact, not in his own room.

Silence rang out as they both stared petrified at each other, then Bumblebee slowly backed away and bolted as soon as he was past the doorframe.

"Oh no" Prowl hanged his head realizing what this meant. He felt a large servo press against him, he looked up to meet Bulkhead's gentle gaze. It did make him feel a little better.

"They'd all find out sooner or later... did you sleep well?"

Prowl couldn't help but smile a little.

"Yes"

[yorprincess]

Reassurance

Continued from here | @twiloid

Yor's sanguine eyes blinked slowly at Loid as he apologized, her brow furrowing slightly. Had she been afraid? Is that the expression that had been when she had come to the realization of what was going on? She didn't think so... but how could she explain that to Loid? Could she tell him about the bear?

"You didn't scare me, Loid," She answered, her tone genuine if not a touch confused. "I've... well, at that moment I realized that you had no idea what I was talking about and it's just... you reminded me of a-a bear Yuri and I met in the woods one day as kids. The poor thing had been wounded by a trap and was suffering so... it lashed out. And well, I wasn't afraid of you, so you don't have anything to apologize for." She bit her lip, worried that that explanation was only going to make him more contrite about his reaction. He was well within his right to be upset when she accused him, anyone would have lashed out. But he didn't strike her. He didn't scare her, and she hoped she conveyed that well enough.

She almost giggled at the suggestion of making today of all things an anniversary. It did sound kind of silly... but in an endearing sort of way. Did her parents do something like that when she was little? She couldn't recall clearly enough...but she did recall that her parents were close. She didn't understand what love was at that time, but the warmth of the memories suggested that was the case. "Make it a reminder that if we can survive this misunderstanding, we can survive anything?" She smiled brightly at him. "I'd like that."

Her thumbs twiddled in her lap as she mulled over what he said about Fiona, keeping quiet while she considered what she wanted to say. Was she relieved that he didn't want to be around his colleague? Not really. While less interaction with her would probably be a good thing... at the same time, Yor felt a gnawing sense of guilt that she was responsible for the outcome. If she had just let the comment wash over her, not be bothered by something that in the end didn't matter...

No.

Even if the words had been a lie, they still stung, they had hurt her, had been meant to hurt. But there was a bite of embarrassment to the memory now. The embarrassment that she had let someone get under her skin, a true showing of just how insecure she was here in the Forger home. Something that would need to be corrected, regardless of Loid or Anya's reassurances. To give herself an extra moment to collect herself, she picked up her own teacup and took a sip of the cooled tea. She carefully rubbed the remains of her lipstick from the rim of the cup when she finally came to a decision.

"She," Yor began, taking a heavy breath. "Well, we were talking a-about Anya and-and I made a passing comment that you work really hard for her and that I wish I could help with more. Then... she..." She felt her cheeks grow red hot and her fingers clenched against her palms at the memory. "She said 'Dr. Forger often complains about that at work. He grumbles that his wife-' and then you, Anya, and Bond came home, so she never finished what she was planning on saying." She shrugged helplessly, embarrassed and not looking at him. "In hindsight, it's...it's pretty silly to get worked up over since I started it...but..." She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. "It still hurt."

[gretavansteph]

Sunshine 5 | Josh Kiszka

a little late and a little short but I wanted to at least upload something since I missed a few days, but we will be back to regular daily updates tomorrow! I hope everyone had a great weekend, enjoy!

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Waking up the next morning the way you did was not what you were expecting. Though you weren't even sure what you were expecting, this definitely wasn't it. You blinked a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight shining through window, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes as you sat up and looked around. You were alone. Upon looking to your left where there was once another body keeping the space warm, you saw the empty space and only the small indentions in the sheets lingered as the reminder that he had once been there. But he no longer was. You felt your heart breaking a little more as each second ticked by, knowing that this meant one thing and one thing only. He despised you, he couldn't stand being around someone who had lied to him and kept something this big from him for years. Someone who told the closest people to him, instead of him. After all, it concerned him, it involved him so why should he stick around when you couldn't bother to tell him anything? 

Your heart started beating faster  and faster and you could hear it in your ears. The tears stung your eyes and without warning they began to fall. One by one until they soaked your face and the sheets as you laid back down, hiding under the blankets and hiding away from the world. You were full on sobbing and you couldn't stop, too heartbroken knowing you had lost your best friend. You hadn't heard the door open or the footsteps that rushed to your bed, too busy trying to think of any possible way you could ever live without Josh in your life. You felt the blankets being pulled off of you, your body was next as it was pulled into someone's arms. They held you tightly, rocking you slightly as you cried, whispering soft words of comfort in your ear.

"I thought you were gone," you sobbed, clinging to his now tear soaked shirt. "I thought you left because you hated me."

Josh pulled back slightly, enough to place his hands on your cheeks and hold your face so you could look into his eyes. 

"I would never leave you, Y/N. Not like that, not ever." he stated, making sure you understood his words.

He continued to hold you as you calmed down, reassuring you that he wasn't leaving and that it was going to be okay. You were embarrassed. Embarrassed for how much you had been crying, embarrassed from what you told him the night before and embarrassed for the way you were acting. But you were scared, fuck , you were scared that he was just being nice to you to soften the inevitable blow that was to come from him telling you he couldn't be around you anymore. You didn't want that to happen, you didn't want any of your bad thoughts to become a reality. Though he assured you they wouldn't and that he was still here for you, you were afraid he would change his mind and realize that you lied and that he needs to be away from you. You weren't prepared for any of that to happen, not even close.

Josh scooted back slightly, giving the two of you enough room to look at each other. He tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear, offering you a small smile.

"Are you feeling a little better?" he asked, and you shook your head no. Because you weren't, and you weren't going to keep these things from him anymore.

His smile slowly left his face, his eyes turning sad much like you imagined yours were. "What's on your mind, sunshine?" he whispered. "Tell me."

You took a few shaky breaths, looking away for a second to collect your thoughts. A few more tears escaped your eyes and you wiped them away as you turned back around to face him. "I just," you started, pausing to take another breath before pouring out every single little thought inside your head. You shared your fears and concerns about your friendship, if there was even hope for one anymore, letting him know how sorry you were for keeping this from him for so long but making sure he was aware that you did not want to lose him, not now and not ever. He listened, holding your hand through it all to comfort you. He was quiet after you finished speaking, gathering his thought before he spoke.

"Listen," he began, scooting closer to you and tightening his hold on your hand. "This doesn't change anything between us. I understand you're scared but there is no reason to be I can promise you that right now. I'm not going anywhere Y/N, we have too much history. Yeah I'm a little upset that I was the only one who didn't know but I mean, I understand. I'm more shocked than anything really, I don't know how I didn't notice before, but thank you for telling me. I feel like I kind of forced it out of you and I'm sorry, I just really wanted to get to the bottom of what was bothering you so I could fix it. This definitely was not what I was expecting," he laughed slightly. "But like I said, I appreciate you telling me."

You gave his hand a squeeze as you spoke. "So you're not mad at me?" you asked, and he shook his head no. "Can we still be friends?"

He smiled as he pulled you into a hug. "Of course we can still be friends, you can't get rid of me that easily."

You let out a deep breath you didn't even know you had been holding. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest and your shoulders, you practically felt feather light. You spent the rest of the day with your best friend by your side, and you were glad he wasn't acting any differently towards you. He was still cuddling you and touching you and teasing you the way he was before. It was exactly the same, the only difference now is that he knew, he knew of your feelings but he wasn't going to let that ruin your friendship. It was far too strong for that.

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The next few weeks felt like they flew right by you. Not having all that weight of making sure your secret stayed secret anymore made the days go by easier. Everything was normal, the boys were coming to hangout at your place or you would be at theirs and it was all the same. Jake, Sam, and Danny had all checked in on you the day you and Josh had your heart to heart you guess you could call it, letting you know they had heard you down the hall as you yelled your confession of love. You blushed at the thought but they didn't tease you, they just wanted to make sure you were alright. You assured them you were, multiple times. Though they still frequently checked on you, it wasn't as often as it had been before, and for that you were grateful.

Since things had gone back to normal and everyone was besties again, you found yourselves surrounded by your closest friends sitting around the fire just like that one night a few weeks ago. Except this time, it was at the boys' house. It was the same few people that had been around last time, and you all liked it that way. 

You spent the majority of the night tending to the guests, making sure everyone had a drink and that they were having a good time. You had been picking up as the night went on, not wanting the mess to be too big in the morning. You were walking around with a trash bag in hand, picking up a few cups that had been scattered around.

"Y/N, it's a party. As in have fun, why the hell are you cleaning?"

You turned with the trash bag still in hand to find a confused Sam staring you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. 

You smiled as you stuffed the few cups you had been holding into the trash bag. "Because," you said, continuing to clean. "I don't want you guys to worry too much about the mess in the morning."

Sam continued to watch you clean for a few seconds, before you felt the trash bag being snatched out of your hands. 

"Hey!" 

He ignored you and walked out of the hallway you had been in, heading towards the kitchen. You followed behind him, picking up random cups here and there. He stopped at the trash can in the kitchen and shoved the bag in there, taking the cups out of your hands and stuffing them in there too. With a huff he turned to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you along as he spoke.

"You're not spending the night cleaning Y/N, that's boring as fuck and I will not let you ruin our reputation of having fun parties. Imagine what people will think when they hear of you cleaning at our party, I could not bear  the thought." he let out the most dramatic sigh, letting his spare hand press against his forehead as he leaned his head back.  

"You're drama." you laughed, but continued to follow him out to the backyard.

And that's how you all ended up around the fire, singing songs or well, at least attempting to. You all went around sharing scary stories or telling dumb jokes, and the night seemed to fly by. When the night started to wind down leaving only a handful of people left, is when Sam started up with his different game suggestions, somehow talking you all in to truth or dare. How or why the hell you honestly had no clue, and you didn't know what it was about Sam and these crazy games, but you could always count on it being fun. Well, sort of.

"Okay okay okay," Sam said, way too excited since he could barely contain his excitement at the fact that he was actually able to get everyone to play. "Jake, truth or dare?"

Jake was the only other person semi excited, no where near as excited as Sam. He liked playing these games and watching other people do dumb shit, but when it came to him he wasn't so happy. It still made for a good time for the rest of the group though, given what happened last time with the four wheeler.

"Dare." Jake answered, not realizing he would be regretting it as soon as he said it.

Sam's dares were never not crazy, but you often wondered how the hell he came up with crazy ass shit. Crazy ass shit like daring his poor brother to take a shot, but the salt and lime were to be held by his dirty ass foot.

"No fucking way," Jake said, shaking his head.

Sam was already dying of laughter. "Hey, a dare is a dare brother."

Jake visibly cringed and looked around at the rest of the group, seeking help but everyone was too busy laughing at his disgusted expression. He looked at you with pleading eyes, but you shrugged as you mouthed a 'sorry'. He looked horrified as he realized he had no way out, and that he'd have to lick salt off of his brothers foot and then go between his toes for a lime. 

Everyone in the group went silent as they trained their eyes on Jake, watching as he reached for the shot glass that was filmed to the brim, courtesy of his little brother. You all watched him take the shot, which was the easy part, then came the part where he had to go in on Sam's foot. Fuck this is so gross, you thought, and you knew everyone thought the same as they all watched in disgust as Jake leaned forward and licked a fat stripe on Sam's foot, picking up the salt and quickly snatching the lime from between his toes. A collection of eww's and 'you two are sick' went around the group, and you found yourself trying not to gag. I mean out of everyone, Sam had the grossest feet and everyone knew. He refused to wear shoes most of the time and when he did he wore Birks which didn't offer much protection from dirt as he walked around. Especially when he was constantly taking them off. His dogs were always barking, is what he would say as the reason for him rarely wearing shoes.

Once everyone got over the nasty shit they had all just witnessed, and once Jake returned from going inside and washing his mouth out with soap, the game continued. You were able to get by with a few easy truths and one or two dares that involved a shot and naming your favorite from the group, which was easy and very much expected by the knowing looks everyone gave you when you named off Josh, making sure to add "because we're besties" to not make him feel weird. 

A few more rounds went by before it came to be your turn again, and you took a second to think of your answer as this time the one asking was Sam, and you did not want to end up like Jake and lick his foot, no way in hell.

"Truth." you finally decided, earning a small shove from him as he mumbled 'lame'.

"Okay um," he paused as he stopped to think. 

You all waited as he took his sweet ass time, looking around at every single person before locking eyes with someone behind you. His eyes lit up in a mischievous way and you felt the nerves starting to seep in. You knew that look, and you knew he was up to no good. 

"Okay, Y/N. Between myself and the twins, who would you rather kiss?" 

What the hell is wrong with this child?

"Huh?" is all you could say, earning a few laughs from the group.

He looked at you with a glint in his eye and a smug smile on his lips. "You heard me, which Kiszka would you rather kiss?"

You knew what he was doing, he was teasing you without coming out right and saying the exact reason why. You knew he didn't mean it in a bad way, but now that the Kiszka boys along with Danny, all knew of your feelings you knew they were all well aware that Josh was the one you wanted to kiss. 

You sighed dramatically as you laid your head on his shoulder. "Well Samuel, I guess if I must come clean." you looked up at him through your lashes, giving him the best dough eyes you could muster as you tried not to laugh. "It's you Sammy, it's always been you." 

You expected him to laugh, tell you how stupid you looked and how shit your acting was, you weren't expecting to hear what he said next.  

"So kiss me then."

Multiple gasps were heard all around you, one of them coming from  your own lips. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but he continued to wear that smug smile as he looked at you, as if waiting for you to actually kiss him. 

"Umm," you didn't know what to say, and you turned your head to see what everyone else's reactions were. 

They all seemed as shocked as you, but the look on Josh's face is the one that stuck out the most. He wasn't laughing, he wasn't smiling and he did not look like he was having any of Sam's games tonight. He looked uncomfortable, like the last place he wanted to be was there, hanging out with the rest of you. You looked over at Jake next who had been sitting next to Josh, and he shrugged his shoulders. Danny was next to lock eyes with you and he too looked confused, but gave you a look that said "it's Samuel, what did you expect?".

You turned your attention back to Sam, who burst out laughing as soon as he saw your face.

Asshole, you thought.

"Oh my God!" he laughed. "You should've seen your face!"

You couldn't help but laugh along, feeling relief wash over you,  and the rest soon joined in. They had all bought that he was serious even you had, but thankfully he wasn't. 

"I mean if you really want to, Y/N, I will not be opposed." he continued to tease.

You rolled your eyes as he shot you a wink, and you kissed two of your fingers before pushing them against his forehead, shoving his head back which made him laugh even more. 

"So anyway,"

And the game went on.

After a few more rounds the game concluded as it was getting late, nearing 3 at this point, and everyone slowly started to disperse leaving you and the boys inside the house. Since you had been cleaning before there wasn't much of a mess left so it didn't take long to clean up. Everyone had finished their assigned sections for cleaning so they had said their goodnights and made their way up to bed, leaving you and Josh downstairs. You finished your area and made your way into the kitchen to throw out the trash, finding Josh leaning against the counter looking deep in thought.

"You alright?" you asked, walking passed him and tossing the trash.

He blinked and looked over at you for a second before looking away. 

"Yeah," was all he said.

Okay, weird.

"So," you spoke, walking over to the counter and leaning across from him. "Everyone went to bed so it's just us, you wanna watch a movie? We could watch that new one you've been-"

"I'm actually gonna go to bed too," he said, cutting you off, and with that he turned on his heel and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs, leaving you alone and confused.

What the hell was that?

[railingsofsorrow]

Wonderland of You

[Spencer Reid x Reader]

[gif it's not mine!]

summary: in which there were three things that made him realize he was head over heels for her.

pairing: spencer reid x bau!f!reader

word count: 856

warnings/content: fluff; no angst sadly.

A/N: part 2 of this blurb that no one asked for but I felt like doing (you can read it as a standalone too, will still make sense).

➶ ➷

Staring.

He could stare at her all day and never get bored. Not because she could never be still in one place, but because just by the fact she was being her he could visualize a wonderland in her skin and a whole new path under every action she made.

Sometimes their friends would make fun of him because of the staring. He'd feel his cheeks burn and look away. What more could he do? It wasn't like he did it on purpose! She was too endearing not to look at and he was a fool in love to stop himself...

“Why are you staring, angel?”

Y/N whispered, nudging Spencer with her elbow softly. She didn't even avert her eyes from the book, but her attention was clearly somewhere else now.

Spencer cleared his throat, looking down at his hands quickly. She made him nervous just like that. “Nothing.”

Y/N gazes up, raising her eyebrows, “You sure?”

His throat seemed tight all of a sudden. “Yeah- yes,” He gets up, making her tilt her head while watching him walk away. He needed a glass of water.

Y/N shrugs, going back to her book.

Touches.

Spencer had felt a pair of eyes analysing him all day. He would admit that now that he was starting to feel self-conscious.

“Y/N?”

The agent hums in a reply; a distracted answer for someone that had her eyes glued to the geographical locations in front of her.

Spencer takes the pen away from between her lips slowly, causing Y/N to look at him confused. “Do you know how many germs you can get from this little thing?”

She sends a roll of eyes in his direction and exhales, “I'm still alive, ain't I, genius?”

“Is there something on my face or on me bothering you? You've been staring at me all day and I haven't figure it out why, yet...”

He watches her turn white little by little, puppy eyes going wide as if she had been caught off guard. He steps towards her cautiously, “Are you—”

“I'm sorry!” Y/N covers her face, shaking her head in complete shame. “Jesus, was I that obvious? I'm so sorry I made you uncomfortable, Reid.”

“What—Y/N, that's not,”

“It's just— you hair.” Y/N gulps, pausing before carrying on, “It's— it's been falling in your eyes all the time... I thought that maybe- I was thinking-”

He knits his eyebrows. My hair was the problem?

“I was thinking about asking to...” she studies his face a bit, then she finally lets out, “To braid it, for you? Or- or make a bun. So it wouldn't bother you that much.”

Spencer couldn't help but find the situation a little funny.

“You want to braid my hair?”

Y/N bits her cheek, slightly ashamed, “Yeah, I know it's ridiculous. Give me my pen back—”

“No, it's okay. You can.” He responded, retracting fast before she could snatch the object from his hand. That acception was more eager than I wanted it to be...

She blinks in surprise, “Really?” there's was also a glint of excitement in her eyes that warmed his heart a little bit.

“Yes. We still have some time until we deliver the profile, so it should do, right?” He said while sitting down in a chair, with his back to her. He heard her laugh behind him.

“It doesn't take that long, Spence.”

When her fingers begin to brush down his strands, his eyes flutter shut almost immediately. “I'm not hurting you, am I?”

“No. Keep going.”

Home.

Spencer learned home wasn't necessary a place; could be many things: a person, a book, an hobby, your favourite food...

To him, home meant her.

“Hey, sweet boy.” Y/N kisses his neck, making goosebumps travel through his body. Spencer groans sleepily, giving more space for her to reach. Y/N smirks tracing her thumb down his neck and back. “You want to stay in bed all day?”

He mumbles It's our day off with his face burried in the pillow.

She sighs, laying her body on his completely, “That's why we should get up fast, it's our only day off of the week. Get up!”

The bed begins to shake with his laugh. Y/N frowns, “This isn't a joke, sir—”

She gasps when he turns around suddenly, arms wrapping around her waist pulling her to his chest. “Five more minutes,” He presses, one eye open and one closed. He was barely awake yet.

Y/N absolutely adored his scrunched up face in the morning.

She giggles, nodding. “Fine. But I planned our whole day today so nothing more than—” He interrupts her ramblings with a kiss. “... five minutes...” She finishes in a daze, taking her time to open her eyes completely.

The corners of his lips raise a little at the reaction. He pecks her lips one more time, and adjusts his body so they're more tangled up. Burying her face in the safe spot on his neck, she keeps in mind that it will be a nap of five minutes.

No more than two hours later...

It's important to say that, these were the first actions that made him fall in love with her, but, they weren't the only one. The list was wild. There were a diversity of words, touches, aspects that made him feel at home, just were he belonged, when he was by her side.

It was exciting to know that they had the rest of their lives to dig out more of their love language for each other. He'd never ever get tired of it.

Because, there was still an wonderland of her he couldn't wait to find.

[angeloroki]

lemme beat her ass — shoto; bakugo; izuku

— character ; shoto todoroki x gn!reader, katsuki bakugo x gn!reader, izuku midoriya x gn!reader

— request ; the class 1a big 3 and thier s/o is about to figth somebody so they have to drag their s/o away

— genre ; fluff

— warnings ; none

SHOTO TODOROKI

between the two of you, it was you, of course, who quickly lost your temper

especially when someone disrespected your boyfriend

and it was him who came to calm you down before things got out of hand

today, some girls had the gift of making you particularly angry

« look at them? i wonder how they ended up together. todoroki deserves someone much better than her. like me. »

this girl was constantly criticizing your relationship, especially you.

when all you asked for was to eat in peace with your boyfriend.

you say nothing, continuing to chat with your friends and boyfriend. as long as that bitch didn't say anything bad about shoto, you could take it.

except that her forked tongue didn't stop at you.

« he's handsome and strong and smart. but he must be a real jerk to have chosen her. »

you turned around.

« ignore them. they're not worth it. » your boyfriend whispered softly.

you finally listened to him, turning away, blood rushing to your ears.

« so what ? you're gonna chicken out ? i always knew you were a wimp anyway. »

you turned around abruptly, glowering.

you? a wimp ?

oh, she was so wrong.

you were about to throw your fist in her face, that would calm her down right away

when you felt a strong arm stop you in your tracks

shoto was holding you firmly but so easily with his hand alone

his expression was calm, but his eyes said something else: they were piercing.

« if you'll excuse us, we have better things to do than waste our time with you. So go back to provoking others of your level, which is quite low by the way. oh and we don't wonder why you're always so alone in your life. »

he grabbed you by the waist before pulling the viper away from you.

you finally smile

« damn, i didn't know you had so much repartee baby. »

KATSUKI BAKUGO

you and bakugo were known in your class as hot-blooded people

but when you were publicly challenged ?

even bakugo couldn't do anything to stop you

you were quietly waiting in the canteen queue with your boyfriend by your side

when you heard laughter behind you

at first it didn't bother you much, until you heard the name bakugo in the conversation

« wasn't he the one who got caught by the slime monster last year ? »

the laughter increased.

« i think so ! »

you sighed softly, taking katsuki's hand in yours

« he’s just so weird. »

you felt the blood rush to your ears

without realizing it, you gave them a black look that shut them up

« and his s/o isn't any better, look at them. »

it was too much for you, you were going to take out his snipes.

you come and punch her in the nose. a satisfied smile on your lips, you stare at her.

except that the latter did not stay still and tried to return the blow

your boyfriend arrived in time to take the blow and protect from a potential broken tooth

his muscular arm prevented you from continuing the fight

you couldn't see his face, he had his back to you but you could tell he wasn't smiling from the girl's terrified face

in a deep and calm voice that surprised you a little bit, he addressed her

« i don't care if you talk about me, on the contrary it boosts my ego. but don't you dare talk about y/n again, otherwise i'll be the one to break your nose this time. »

you could tell you had butterflies in your stomach.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

you were quietly studying with your boyfriend in the school library

it was a quiet little date and these were the moments you cherished the most

while he was scribbling things in his notebook

everything was fine, until the pleasant silence of the room was disturbed by incessant whispering from the table next to yours

you glanced at them slightly puzzled

first year people were snickering and giving you puzzled looks

you weren't surprised actually

you were a pretty popular couple, and that meant you had your fans and obviously your haters

but today it really had to take place during a date?

you stood up slowly which startled the green haired young man slightly

« where are you going baby ? »

« i'll be right back. »

but at hearing your irritated tone, izuku also got up to follow you and keep an eye on you

as for you, your impatience was beginning to sharpen

the people in front of you were real jerks, and disrespectful too

one of the girls in the group, known to be a real bitch like those ones in mean girl, came in front of you to push you

« what did you say y/n ? »

too bad if you disappointed izuku, but you weren't going to let some assholes disrespect you for no reason

you shoved her and went to punch her in the face when izuku took you with incredible ease to separate you from the group

he gave you a tender look and put a little kiss on your forehead

then he turned to the other group and said something low enough that you couldn't wait

slowly, he slipped his hand in yours and took you outside with your things

« what did you tell them izuku », you ask intrigued

he laughs softly which makes you smile

« rude things that a future hero should not say. »

[beewithknee]

keep your eyes on me

asher angst

t.w - blood, death, violence, angst

You laid there, mind slowly. Your breathing was choked and you could never seem to get enough breath. A raspy name left your lips, though you weren’t even sure that you had actually said anything. The words died in your bloody throat. The red liquid trickled out the side of your mouth, staining the grass underneath you. You couldn't die, not like that. Not alone.

You could barely feel your heart as it hit softly against your chest. A cold but comforting fog, wrapped around your mind, giving you some semblance of peace. Footsteps sounded like booms to your foggy brain, one after enough, like alarms on a schedule. You could hear panicked shouts, but in your state of dying, you couldn’t tell that that meant you needed to respond. “OVER HERE!” You heard the call and winced at the volume. Calloused hands hit your bleeding wounds and you hissed a pained sigh through your teeth. “Off.” You grunted, weakly shoving at the warm hands. You gritted your teeth, dropping your heavy hands. They felt like lead, far too heavy to pick up and use. “I’m sorry. Just open your eyes for me. I need to know you’re still in there.” The voice whispered, quiet and pained. You hadn't realized you had closed them. Slowly, the sight of Asher filled your view. Oh. “A-ash” A garbled version of his name was choked out, blood pouring out the side of your mouth. He nodded, sniffling and blinking back the tears that danced along his waterline. “Mhm. It’s me babe. You’re okay, you’re gonna be alright. It’s only a scratch.” His voice trembled and even in your half unconscious state, you knew he was lying. You laid there, facing the sky with your lover hovering over you and just tried to breathe. The pain was mind numbing. It radiated through you like a weird shiver.

Quinn had been quick to attack, piercing you with blades and teeth as you walked through the open field. It was torturous but you had to keep going. You had stayed standing for a long time, hoping, praying that Asher would come and save you but eventually the pain and blood loss caught up and you collapsed.

A swift hit to your face made you jolt your head to the side, trying to escape the hits. “C’mon. Open your eyes please. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He begged, you obliged, not realising you had closed them. Everything felt heavy and hard to use but you figured that was part of dying. “I-I l… love you.” You sputtered, wanting to say it one last time before you could never again. Asher let out a sob, head jerking up. “MEDICS!” He screamed before ducking back into your view. “Shh, it’s okay. I love you too baby. We’re gonna get you better and then I’ll let you have all the wolf cuddles you want.” He promised, voice wavering. A tear hit your forehead and he didn’t bother to wipe it away. God the fear he felt was crippling, there you were, dying in his arms. You smiled at the thought of his cuddles. A pained exhale was forced from your chest, body sinking deeper into the fatigue. You knew Asher would be upset, but you just wanted to sleep. Sleep sounded so nice, just a little nap while they patched you up. Your eyelids were weighted and extremely hard to keep open. Your breathing slowed as blood filled your lungs, trickling out your mouth. Your whole body was slow and stained in the sticky liquid but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Slipping your eyes closed, you tried to give him one last goodbye. The hits against your face did nothing. Not even as Asher felt his heart shatter did you wake. Not when his head hit your chest sobbing into you, begging to open your eyes, to smile at him. Not as he sniffed and started pressing on your chest. Ash was pushed backwards by the healers. Their magic was strong but the way they had to use the defibrillator and how your body flung upwards made him gag. Dropping to his knees, he cried heartbreaking sobs. David rushed in front of him, gathering him into his chest, shielding his view of your lifeless body. The beta balled his best friend’s shirt into his fists, sobbing against his chest so hard he nearly made himself sick. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” The alpha whispered, lifting Asher and placing both of them in the back of his truck as Angel drove off. David could only hope that you would wake again as they sped off towards the hospital. Asher couldn’t breathe. It was suffocating and awful and he himself felt dead, but he couldn't be. If you died then he would be dead. His emotions closed off as he cried into the t-shirt of his friend.

“They’ve gotta be okay.” Asher breathed out, voice hoarse. David only hummed, silently blinking back his own tears.

[erwinsvow]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

summary: he wasn't always alone. in fact, there was a time when levi had you.

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions/description of injury and patching up, levi needs sleep

author's note: been in the works for a while because i couldn't figure out what i wanted to do, but this takes place after levi & zeke's conversation and there will be an angsty part two, i hope everyone likes it! it doesn't really make much sense but bear with me :)

listening to: don't let me go

“I bet you’re not popular with the ladies. Don’t act like you know about someone’s feelings.”

He pauses, feeling his heart skip a beat.

“I know. And I was… popular enough.”

He lets his mind take him back, back a time before everything in the world was so messed up. When he knew what his responsibilities were, and when there were clear orders to follow. He can’t seem to recall when everything went straight to shit. It feels like it’s been a long time coming.

He knew he was screwed years ago, when he was trying to stitch up the deep gash on his shoulder by himself, sitting in his quarters with a bowl of warm water and bloody bandages. You had been helping the others, a traumatized recruit with a concussion and broken leg, courtesy of the fifteen meter that had overwhelmed him.

There were a few others too, especially a familiar face that seemingly always needed your assistance after a mission. He wondered just how many times the boy—because that’s all he is, a boy, and that’s all you are, a girl—could get away with the same old ruse.

Regardless, he wouldn’t be visiting you tonight. Never mind that the cut he’s trying to nurse by himself is nearly impossible to properly reach, and that he feels dizzy from consistent bleeding and lack of energy in his body. The alcohol he ingested to calm his nerves doesn’t really do anything, either, since there isn’t nearly enough of the stuff in his room to actually have an impact.

He’s going to crash soon, he knows, and even though sleep always evades him, he just wanted to get this wrapped up and lay down without making a bloody mess everywhere. He releases a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. The very thought of you is enough to tense up every muscle in his body, and the idea of you being alone with that idiotic, improper recruit makes his fist tighten around the needle. Sewing himself up tonight is a lost cause. He finally decides a bandage, no matter how bloody it might become, will have to do.

He stands up, slowly because he doesn’t want to pass out from a head rush, when there’s a knock on the door. He groans a little too loudly at the sound of it. He doesn’t feel like talking to anyone tonight, especially in this condition, wearing a torn scrap of a shirt and blood trapped underneath his nails.

“Who is it?” he calls out harshly, wondering if maybe they’ll just leave if he sounds scary. The other scouts knew he didn’t like to be bothered, and wouldn’t have come unless there was an emergency. If it was Hange she would have barged in already, and he would have recognized Erwin’s heavy footsteps from down the hall. No, he knows who it is. He just wishes that he’s wrong.

“It- It’s me. Petra said you were hurt earlier and that it looked bad. I just wanted to make sure it was okay…” Your soft, hesitant voice trails off, and he knows how much courage it took for you to knock on his door.

What he doesn’t know is that there was no way you were falling asleep tonight without making sure Levi was okay, no matter how angry he would get at you for bothering him at night.

You’re bracing for that reaction when the door opens, but when your wide eyes meet his tired grey ones, you feel yourself melt and all the words in your head disappear. There’s only one fragment of a thought left, the fact that Levi’s bleeding, and a lot, at that. You don’t even wait for his permission to step inside, suddenly energized by anger and mumbling to yourself as you set down your supplies and rummage through them.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he questions quietly. He tries to line his voice with steel like he always does, but the facade is fading with every passing minute.

“I have to clean out your wound, captain, before something festers. If you had told me about this, say, right when we got back, it would have been fine by now, but now I have to rush because you’re too proud to ask for help-” You still and silence yourself.

It was out of line to enter without permission, but this is something else all together. Caring too much is one thing, you know, but insubordination is not tolerated, especially not by Levi.

You pick up a clean needle and thin silk thread that you need to patch up the wound, while searching for the jar of boiled water you need to clean it out first. Alcohol would work too, and you can smell it in the air, but you can’t find the words to ask for it.

Levi’s hands are unusually still, you know because you always notice them, and it’s a stark contrast to the way you’re shaking right now. It’s strange, because you stitched up a handful of others earlier today, and you were completely fine. Even Gunther, who you had always thought was handsome and could make you blush with an off-hand smile, never incited this kind of reaction from you.

You’re silently praying that Levi doesn’t comment on the tremor, but since you’re about to dig a sharp point into his shoulder to tie the skin back together, it would be idiotic if he didn’t say something. You turn to look at him, but it feels like he’s not even there.

His head is hanging down, propped up by the single functional arm, as the other one continues to bleed. You know it’s painful and that he should be saying something, something that makes you stutter and stumble over your words like he always makes you, but he’s just silent.

“Well, get on with it then. If that’s really why you came here this late.” His voice makes you tremble even harder.

There’s so much you try hard at. You try to be the best soldier you can be, even though both you and your superiors know you weren’t meant for this. Sometimes you can fool your fellow soldiers, and the handful of people you can call your friends, and with a few years under your belt, it seems like it’s getting easier to live this life. But you know deep down that it’s not. The one person who always sees right through it is Levi, though.

It’s part of the reason why you’re such a damn mess around him, because there’s no reason to present a false veneer if he knows the truth. You’re not a real soldier, not a real fighter, and you’re more useful as a medic stitching people up than anything else.

And yet, it’s always him who saves you. Him, who makes sure that any threat in between you and the scout you’re trying to rescue from the brink of death is eliminated. Him, that keeps one eye on the target and one eye on your back just in case. And every time, every goddamn time you need to be rescued, he rescues you.

But now, with his head hanging low and any semblance of not knowing why he always saves you gone, it feels your chance to repay him has finally arrived. The shaking stops when you go to sit down near him. Maybe it’s the sudden rush of energy in your body, but you find yourself unbuttoning his shirt to remove whatever remains of the cloth.

His body tenses further, but he doesn’t stop you, and he doesn’t say anything. You’re as gentle and careful as you can be, and once you’re successful, you drop the mangled shirt on the floor. Taking the water, you pour it over the wound as Levi releases a soft hiss at the feeling, for which you’re apologizing before you can even realize the words have left your mouth. He doesn’t say anything, but his shoulder relaxing encourages you to keep going.

You take your time, trying to clean off all the blood you can. You think he’ll protest when you pick up his hands, and wash those too, but he doesn’t. It’s not until you run your own hand over his softly, squeezing the top of it because you don’t have any words to express the thoughts going through your mind, that he finally speaks up.

“Thank you.”

It’s so quiet, you could swear that you had imagined it. He doesn’t look up to meet your eyes like you wish he would, but a smile forces its way onto your face regardless. You focus on the hard part now; stitching up your captain and making sure your work doesn’t leave him with any scars. You focus on your technique, fingers working nimbly and mind focused on this, and for a short time, it doesn’t feel like you’re with your captain, your superior. It just feels like being there with Levi.

All the while, his brain is working overtime to figure out why you’re like this. Why you’re treating him so carefully and gently, when you have no reason to. He doesn’t pick favorites, and even if he did, you wouldn’t be anywhere near that list. You’re not the fastest, you’re not the most lethal, and in fact, he could count on one hand your titan kills and assists. You help people. You save people. But most of the time, you’re just recovering a half-dead soldier so that their body can be buried at home and not forced to remain out there, alone. You’re just there so that parents can have a grave to mourn at, instead of an empty tomb.

He doesn’t treat you better than anyone else, and most of the time assigns you more cleaning duties than the others. You always take it and never complain, something else that he always wonders about. He had come to the conclusion it was because he’s saved your life countless times, and the fact that he isn’t going to let up soon. So you take everything he gives you with a polite smile. And for some goddamn reason, he can’t get that smile out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. You don’t even know how you make him feel; like he’s special and that he deserves these attentions.

A particularly painful turn of the needle makes him flinch, and brings him back to reality. You’re apologizing again, murmuring how you’re almost done, but he doesn’t want you to leave yet. He lets his mind flicker over how you’re always apologizing, and how much he just wants to tell you that you don’t have to, not for anything. Not for having to come and save you, not for stitching him up, not for trying to fix him.

You let out a sharp breath once you finish, getting back up to fetch a dressing, but his hand grabs yours before you can get too far. Levi looks up, grey eyes full of an emotion you can’t exactly pinpoint, one you have never seen before from him.

“Will you stay a little longer?” And just like that, everything in the world seems to fall into place.

“Of course. Let me just wrap it up, first. I’ll stay as long as you want.” You’re surprised at yourself for finding the words so quickly, because your heart has never pounded so fast in your life. You fumble around, trying to find the right thing, hands shaking again, and you can’t seem to get them to stop.

You go back to Levi, wrapping the cloth around his shoulder and securing it around his arm, suddenly hyper aware of the feel of his skin. It’s softer than you had imagined it would be. Both of you sit in the silence for a while, your hand finding a place over his and rubbing soft circles on his knuckles with your thumb.

You want to say something, anything, but there aren’t any words that seem right. His fingers deftly work their way around yours, and you honestly wonder if he can hear your heartbeat or the blood rushing to your cheeks. It’s past midnight now, and you have a feeling dawn will be approaching before long.

“You should really sleep now. It won’t get better until you rest a little.” You’re speaking because his actions gave you a little bit of confidence, but he interprets it wrong almost immediately.

“Of course. You’d like to go now?”

“N-no! No, I just thought that, that you would be tired now. I can go if you want, I-”

“I don’t get much sleep anyways.” He doesn’t even mean to sound so dejected, but it comes out before he can stop himself. He’s spent too, too many nights laying awake, sleep ever-evading him, wondering how it might be to sleep besides you. Would he get some rest? Would he be able to close his eyes and not open them an hour later with a pounding chest? He can’t remember the last time he was able to fall asleep, and stay asleep. You don’t make any movement to get away, and he notices your hand twitch and wonders why.

You have to fight yourself internally to keep your hand down, and not wrap your arms around your captain as you process his words. Your heart feels strangely heavy at the thought of Levi laying awake, all alone, exhausted but unable to succumb to the ease of rest. He’s on guard, all the time, every minute of every day, and half the time he’s expending his energy on saving you.

You’re not confident, like some of the others. You never have been. But in this moment, you feel something rushing into your body and coursing through your veins, something close to confidence but slightly different. The feeling makes you release Levi’s hand and shed your sweater, and crawl into his bed. It’s almost exactly as you expected, and not nearly as soft or warm as your own. But you think about Levi sleeping soundly beside you, him peaceful and content, and it doesn’t matter how comfortable his bed is. You just want him to fall asleep.

He looks at you with a mix of emotions, surprise being mixed in with them. He hadn’t been expecting that, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate it.

You’re sitting under the covers now, waiting expectedly for something. A part of you fears that this wasn’t what he meant, or wanted, but your racing heart calms down a little at the sight of him coming in to get settled beside you. He releases a sigh when his shoulder hits the mattress, at ease finally, and so exhausted that every muscle in his body is about to give out.

He sleeps on his back, you note, before shifting your gaze to the ceiling quickly. You certainly don’t want him to notice that you’re staring, or that you keep fingering the soft sheets between your fingers to remind yourself this is real and really happening.

“Stop fidgeting.” His voice is quiet, and even, and stills you instantly. You finally lift your head to look at him, letting out a breath at how he looks. Eyes closed, almost peaceful, laying on his back with his hand resting right near you.

You’re not sure if it’s the confidence from earlier, or something new entirely, but you adjust the sheets to cover him more, pulling them and letting them rest on his chest. He doesn’t open his eyes, but you notice the way he jerks a little at the motion.

“Sorry, Levi,” you whisper, trying to remain as quiet as possible. You lay your hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers and letting your own eyes close. You can hear his every breath, the scent of his skin taking over and clouding your mind as every sense slowly focused on one thing; him. “Let’s sleep now.”

[non-binaryzombie]

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔨

Summary: Jake is a little bit obsessed with you, he needs to know more about you, going beyond what you show on the internet, but his biggest problem now is making you understand that he owns you, and that no one is taking you away from him.

Characters: Jake x reader (a little bit of Darkness too cuz, you know that I love him)

Warnings: Yandere Jake, stalking, possessiveness, lovesick, obsession, not exactly a happy ending, angst, language, use of straw (sorry turtles)

Word count: 2672

A/N: Here it is! I hope you don't hate me for it, I changed the name to fit more with the story, but the context is the same :)

(Most of my pics/gifs come from Pinterest, if I use a photo that belongs to you and you don't like it, please contact me and we'll take care of it)

Fascinating, that's the word Jake would use to describe you if he had to, he could spend hours trying to decipher you, trying to understand how are you able to like him without even seeing his face, without even knowing who he really was? You just know what he allows you to, but you've never been nosy, if you ask something to him and he says that he can't tell you, you just put it aside, not wanting to bother; and that's one of the things he most admires in you, the fact that you're so curious and yet, when he doesn't want to tell you something, you just try to let it go, making a mental note about the things you shouldn't ask, at least not over the phone.

Ever since you helped Jake to find Hannah, he've been more and more interested in you, how did you manage to help him to find his half-sister, and at the same time made him fall in love with you? Something he never thought would happen, suddenly from a time to another, he saw himself in love with someone who he thought be just someone that would help him to find his sister, just a means to an end.

But now, here he is, watching you from the window of the café you're in, he knows that he shouldn't, what would you think if you found out that he've been following you? He is pretty sure that 'happiness' would not be the right feeling, but he had no choice, he wanted- no, he needed to know more about you, and this time the internet wouldn't help him, for some reason you're really reserved, unlikely the most people at your age, you have social medias, of course but you rarely post something about yourself at them, the most interesting thing that the hacker could find about you was your school records and not surprisingly your track record is perfect, you never got bad grades, you never got into trouble, you are simply flawless. It makes him question, it's impossible for someone to be so perfect, you're sweet, kind, innocent and you always want the best for everyone no matter how bad someone has done you; you always forgive them. But you have flaws, everyone has, and that's what he's trying to find out, what are you hiding from everyone? And how are you so good at hiding it?

His blue eyes getting darker when he sees you hugging a man, who is he? And why do you look so happy to see him? You two talk a little before sitting down in one of the tables close to the window, the waitress soon come and both of you place your orders. The black-hair boy on the outside quickly grab his phone, sending you a message, just a 'Hi Y/N :)' waiting to see if you're going to answer him, he sees you pick up the phone and look at it for a few seconds before putting it back in your your pocket, did you just ignore his message? Okay, now he has no other choice then go inside.

And there he goes, entering the place and thankfully he could seat somewhere that you couldn't see you, but he could listen to everything, pretending to be doing something important on the phone. He orders a black coffee, nothing more. Soon you and the tall man started to talk while he paid attention to every single word.

"I am glad that we were able to meet, Y/N" he says with a grin on his face

"Wow, you really talk like this even in person, I thought that it was just you way to text" a giggle escaped your lips

"What do you mean?" he tilted his head

"You just, talk like you are in a really important dinner with the queen" you say resting your cheek against your hand while looking at him

"I think I never stopped to notice the way I speak, is this a nuisance for you?" he asked and you quickly shacked your hands

"Oh, no! That's not what I meant, I happen to like it, actually" he looked relieved

"You are really observant aren't you?" you smiled

"You'd be surprised how many times I've heard this" the girl came back with your orders and you thanked her with a gentle smile

"So, I haven't seen you in the forum lately" he took a sip of his latte

"Of course you've noticed" you giggle playing with your milkshake straw "I should have predicted" he let out a light laugh through his nose

"Is there a especial reason for that?"

"Well if I am being honest, lately I have been too tired to even scroll through the forum" you looked down playing with your fingers on the table

"It’s okay, you don't have to talk if you don't want to" he said putting his hand next to yours

"No, it’s just-" a sight left your mouth "Do you ever feel that everything around you is slowly becoming tiresome? How if the slightest effort to follow your routine makes you tired?" he nodded, you are not sure if he really understands you, or if he is just trying to make you feel better, but you continue "But for a few seconds, something makes you step out of your comfort zone, makes you hope again, but then it ends and everything becomes monotonous and boring again" you didn't even realized that your fingers are now entwined with his, you feel your face turn red and quickly let go of his hand "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you" the hand that was holding his is now between your legs pressed against the soft upholstery of the seat you are on, and the other on the straw of your milkshake bringing it to your mouth.

"You don't have to apologize, Y/N, it’s okay you know that you can trust me" he said straightening his posture

"Yeah, I know, Dark, and I thank you for that, but I don't really want to bother you with this, we're here to have a good time" you smiled, and he nodded

"Let's chance the topic then. How about the guy you told me about? Are you two a couple?" you felt your face turn red again

"Jake? Well, not exactly, it's complicated" 'Not exactly? Of course, we are a couple' the hacker thought with himself

"Complicated?" Darkness asked encouraged you to continue

"Hum, none of us really made a official dating request, y'know?" Jake never thought about it that way, he really has to put a ring in your finger for you to know that you are his?

"But you like him, don't you?" he looked straight into your eyes, like he was trying to guess what was happening in your head

"Yeah, we haven't said 'I love you' yet, but, I really like him, and I think that he likes me too, it's just..." you paused lettings out a sigh "He is not really good at showing how he feels, he is not good at talking at all" you giggle

"Then why don't you take the first step?" he asked confused

"I'm afraid of being rejected." the man sitting in front of you looked surprised, so did the one sitting behind you

"Why would he reject you? You are amazing, anyone would be lucky to have you." a shy smile appears on your lips

"I just, don't think he has time for a relationship, he's constantly busy and moving, because of work" you completed

"Well, this is really a misfortune, but you know I'll always be here for you, don't you?" he said picking your hand

"Yes, I know, and I can say the same to you" he gave you a smirk "Why are your hands so big?" he laughed

"You really know how to change the subject very quickly don't you?" you smiled at him.

The man sitting in the table behind you got up putting the money on the table and got out of the café as fast as he entered, what made him bump into someone that he quickly ignored making his way back to the motel he was staying at, he was angry, how dare this random guy even touch you? Say that he's going to be there for you, you don't need anyone else, you have him, you may don't know it, but you are his, he always makes time to talk to you, and now you say that it’s not enough? You even dare to consider that he's going to reject you? What more he needs to do for you to be sure that he wants a relationship with you? When he finally arrived at his room, he slammed the door shut, sitting in front of the computer, trying to calm down, breathing heavy. He knows exactly what he must do for you to know that you belong to him.

You threw yourself on the bed, with a smile on your face, the day with Darkness was better than you expected, he is not all serious personally, or you just have the ability of making him less keyed up, your phone buzzed on your pocket and you grab it quickly not so surprising it was Jessy 'Hey, how was your little date?' you giggled after answering her 'Not a date Jessy, but it was really good to be honest' Jessy was incredibly supportive when you said you were going to meet your forum-friend 'I'll want to hear everything about it tomorrow' ' Don't worry, I'll tell you everything'. Soon you remembered that Jake texted you early and dialed his number wondering whether or not to call him, you bite your bottom lip before working up your courage, clicking the green button and bringing the cell phone to your ear, settling down on the bed, you start to wonder if this is a good idea right away thinking about just hanging up and pretending it was an accident, but as soon as the call is answered you feel your body tense up.

"Hum, hi" you say shyly "Sorry I haven't texted you earlier, I was kinda busy"

"It's okay" his deep voice make your whole-body shiver "How are you?" he asked

"I'm good, how about you?" why do you feel so awkward?

"Good" he says and keeps silent 'god, why is it so hard?' you thought while trying to think something to say

"I-" you are interrupted by his voice

"What were you doing?" he asked, and you frowned your eyebrows

"What?"

"You said you were busy, what with?" you blinked a few time before answering him

"I went out with a friend" you said and heard a 'hum' coming from him on the other side of the phone "Are you mad?" you asked apprehensively

"Why would I be?" his voice makes you feel butterflies in your stomach

"I don't know, we haven't talked the whole day, and you seem, rough" he sighed

"It wasn't my intention, I’m sorry"

"Don't worry" you heard someone knock at the door

“Oh, wait a minute there’s someone at the door” you said getting up, and walking towards the noise opening it, just to see a black hair boy standing there, with his phone on his ear

"okay" he said before giving you a little smile, your eyes widened and you felt your body freeze

"Jake?" you ask and he nods, that's all that he needs to do to see you quickly hug him tight, he looked a little surprised but then he just wrap his arms around you, feeling the good smell of your hair, you two stayed there for a while hugging in the doorway.

When you finally looked up at him your eyes were full of teas, happiness tears, but that didn't stop Jake of push the tears away

"What are you doing here? I thought you were with Lilly" you said pulling him inside and closing the door

"I've come to see you" he said looking at you

"You could have warned me, you know, I would have at least organized this a little bit" you say scratching the back of your neck shyly

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise" he says putting his backpack on the sofa "And it's not that messy at all" you two sat on the bed, your face is so red it looks like you're going to explode

"I have something for you" he says taking a little box of his pocket, opening it and revealing two rings your eyes widen and you quickly look up at him

"Are you serious?" you ask and he nods

"So, what do you say?" he smiles

"Jake, I-I don't know..." his smile disappeared and he looked at you confused

"What?" that's what you wanted a ring, an official request, wasn't it? Then why are you rejecting him?

"It's just- I like you, I really do!" you say as you see his reaction

"Then why don't you want to be with me?" he looks sad

"That's not what I said, I mean, you're wanted Jake, by FBI and by another hackers, I know that there's a lot of things that you don't tell me, I know that you're just trying to protect me but, I can't keep in the dark just trusting that you are doing the right thing" no, he's not sad, he's angry, he closed the box tightly, making you flinch

"Okay, look I don't need a fucking ring to prove that we are together, I just bought it because that's what you wanted, you are mine, and I don't care who the fuck is coming after me, I won't let anyone be on our way, you don't have to worry about it" you blinked a few times trying to process what he just said, he sighed putting his hand on your cheek "I love you, Y/N" he smiled again

"I'm not a pet, Jake, you don't own me" you took his hand off

"I think you should leave now" you said looking away

"I won't leave you" he said firmly

"Are you even listening to yourself?!" you said getting up "This is not love, Jake" he got up standing in front of you, the difference between your highs makes you feel intimidated

"I am lovesick, Y/N, can you blame me?" he says getting closer making you step back "I can't stop thinking about you everything that you say or do makes me love you more, I want you, I need you, why can't you understand that?" you now see yourself trapped between him and the wall behind you

"You're not lovesick, you're just sick, you are fucking obsessed! I would never be with someone who acts the way you're acting right now" instant regret

"If I can't have you, no one can, and I'll make sure of that, my love" he muttered taking his cell phone out of his pocket and showing it to you, your eyes widened

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Let him go!" Darkness was tied to a chair with a cloth over his mouth, he didn't look hurt

"I'll let him go, when you accept to stay with me, otherwise, I'll kill him." you can feel the tears wetting your face

"You sick motherfucker" he pretended to be hurt

"You better choose your words better Y/N, I can kill him in just a snap" you looked at the picture again

"Fine, just let him go" he grinned as he put his cell phone away, he took the rings again and offered them to you, you looked at him before picking the ring and put it on your finger, he did the same

"You won't regret it, my love" he says pulling you closer and kissing you 'I already did' you thought with yourself.

[darkacademicfrom2021]

It’s very ambiguous

Pairing: Loki x reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You have finally come to age; your soulmate mark draws itself in your skin. You can't figure out who it connects you with, but, oh dear, you can only hope and wish it is to him. But Loki won't make it easy for you to find out. Will you both overcome the pride and fear that would involve your love?

Word count: 4.6 K

Warnings: a bit of angst. (English is not my mother tongue and it’s my first time writing fanfiction in english, so forgive me if there’s any errors, and feel free to correct them!)

Sighing at your reflection, you stared for the Norns know how long to the fresh image that drew itself in the side of your abdomen.

You thanked it was easy to hide; saving you endless mockery from your friends if they saw that. The vivid portrayal of who you loved the most, in the most ambiguous drawing you could’ve ever gotten. How ironic.

What the Heavens would that mean, you asked yourself at least five times until the impatient knocking on the bathroom door pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hurry up, we’re late”, said Sif. You knew she was already all dressed up for the Ball, and she would kill you, seeing you were still on your robes. You opened the bathroom door slowly, with burrowed frows. You couldn’t hide it, as much as you tried to. “Oh, for God’s sa…” she started complaining, but stopped as soon as she realized you were in a terrible state of mind.

“I got it”, you explained after she made you get out of the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the bed. “I got the mark. Impossible to guess”.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll know who they is when the time is right”, said she, comforting you and eyeing the outfit you’d chosen earlier. “But crytime is over. Guess what time it is now. Yes, you guessed right. The Ball”.

The last thing you wanted to do in that moment was to dance; or to stay in a chair drinking wine the entirety of the night, for that matter. You didn’t need another reminder of your frustrated attempts at making him notice you. And you knew he wasn’t the one (if he were your soulmate, it would’ve already happened years; no, decades ago). But you still couldn’t help but falling in love at every little smirk, every little comment, every little thing he did. Dear, you were lost, completely gone in love.

That’s why you knew you wouldn’t find your soulmate for a long, long time. At least not until your crush for Loki had finally gone away.

“I’d rather stay”, you stated, and she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I want to go, and I can’t go alone. Please, at least do it for me”.

“Why would you want to go? Ever since we’re on age of being asked to dance, we have only gotten invitations from… well, anyone except them. And in the Balls we can’t even be their friends”.

“We can be friends, if they talk to us first we can talk back”.

“Yeah, we could, but they don’t talk first. They never do”.

Both of you were completely lost for the princes. But, unlike you, Sif had a chance with Thor. She was graceful, divine, a wonderful woman; a whole Goddess, an amazing warrior. There was no question Thor would sooner or later find love in her friend. But you… why would a prince like Loki lay his eyes on you? Romantically, he never showed a single trace of interest in anyone, much less someone in his friendgroup. You were the closest to him, yet he never said a thing.

He probably knew you drooled over him. He must have noticed how you looked at him in the library when he read to you, how you always defended him from everyone else’s mockery, how you intentionally pretended like you didn’t know any better in spells so that he could help you out. How your heartbeat raced when he fell asleep on your lap. He must have noticed, yet he said nothing.

She finally managed to convince you to go, with the condition that if you weren’t asked to dance at all, or even talk, you’d go back to your manor early.

You got in your best clothes, and undressing the best attitude possible, you both arrived at the palace and entered the ballroom as quick as your feet let you. The ambient was marvelous. Subtle lighting, most of them by candles. The golden details that characterized Asgard so well were everywhere. Both King and Queen were sat in their thrones, waiting patiently for the rest of the royal family to arrive before giving the annual speech and getting the party started.

“Do you think they’re not coming?” asked Sif as you got comfortable in your seats, eyeing the entrances.

“They can’t miss it, they’re sort of the hosts”, you said, “but… well, I don’t know. The other day after training, Thor mentioned something about this year being particularly difficult for them”, you added in such a low whisper that Sif had to pull closer.

“What did he say? He didn’t mention anything to me”, she whispered back. You two looked like you were merely gossiping, if it weren’t for the lack of giggling that would usually follow.

“He said… he said something along the lines of ‘we’re expected so much more than before in these dances, they’re more than just for fun now’, and, Sif, I think he meant…”, but she abruptly interrupted you.

“Courting? Oh, for the Norns, they’re not expected to choose a partner now, so soon, aren’t they?”.

“Soon? Sif, they’re already at each other’s throats for who’s becoming King, and they have been for a while”.

“They’re not exactly competing, anyways. You don’t have to worry about this. It’s not like Loki’s the one winning” said she, earning a subtle kick in the leg. “Auch!”.

“Would you stop being so hard on him?”.

“You know I’m right!”. 

“You know it hurts him. If you think so, at least keep it to yourself, Sif”.

You could’ve kept lecturing her if it weren’t for the sarcastic clapping of the Queen upon seeing the arrival of her sons. You read the ‘you’re late!’ on her lips and the apologetic looks on their faces. But nothing of that distracted you from admiring how marvelous Loki could get sometimes. Just when you thought he couldn't look any better, he outdid himself. You let out a sigh and Sif laughed.

“You’re staring”.

“And rightfully so. Look at him”.

But no matter how much you looked at him for the whole evening, you couldn’t get even a gaze from him. He didn’t even eyed you from the distance. You would’ve even gotten actually mad at him if it weren’t for the fact that he wasn’t looking anywhere. He didn’t seem like he was avoiding you; he was actively staring at the floor, with the saddest look on his face. And Thor looked pissed off.

“There’s a story in there and I will ask for as many details as possible once Loki spills the beans to you”, said Sif, elbowing you.

“I don’t think he will. Look, it looks like more than a fight. He looks so upset”.

You could only wish you were brave enough to break the stupid rule of the royals approach first so you could take his hand tightly and comfort him in whatever he was going through. As you always did. As he always let you.

The music played for three hours. Everyone was on their feet, dancing away, drinking away and chatting away, as one should in a Ball dance. Everyone except you and certain dark prince you didn’t even bother staring at anymore. You gave up looking for his attention an hour after the dance properly started, and it did nothing good to your pride to have been trying for that long anyways.

Sif got her chance, of course. Thor took his time, but after long he gave up with whatever quarrel he was having with his brother and approached her decisively. You were past pissed. Disappointed. After another sip of your wine, you couldn’t resist and stole a glance to Loki’s seat. To your surprise, you met his gaze. The God of Mischief was staring at you, and he apparently has been for Gods know how long. He quickly dropped his head and went back to looking at the floor, now with a completely red face.

You soon realized he was even more upset than before, as he watched Thor and Sif dance. And then you understood. Everything fell into place. Of course. Of course he liked Sif. Who wouldn’t. That’s why he fought with Thor. That’s why he was so worked up. You didn’t even need to read his mind to confirm it. 

You waited, still holding your eyes on him. You waited for another half an hour, but your patience was already on thin ice and he didn’t look like he would do anything more, anyways. So you did what you should’ve done hours ago. You got up and left.

“No, brother, you can go, I’ll let Mother know I’m staying”, said Loki from his room.

He could hear Thor’s patience shatter in pieces from the other side of the door.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we can’t miss the Ball. Father will kill you”.

“It’s not my problem”.

“I think it is quite your problem, brother”. Loki sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for his mockery. Thor sensed it and lowered his tone of voice, insisting. “Tell me what it is, Loki. I promise I’ll try to help out”.

But he only scoffed and locked the door, to start pacing around the room, feeding his anxiety even more. He covered his arm with his palm and tried his best to make it go away. It’s just an accidental illusion. I’m making it out of nervousness. I need to make it go away, he kept saying under his breath. But it didn’t go away. It wasn’t an illusion.

“Oh, FOR THE NINE REALMS”, he kicked his chair as a sudden burst of anger ate him alive.

“Loki, let me in!”, insisted Thor. “I’m going in”.

“You can’t help me”.

“I might, if you just tell me what is it. You love the dances. Come on”.

“I do love dances, Thor, I’m not particularly fond of the weight this one has on us; not this year” he growled from the floor, knees on his chest. “Not with what I had planned, I can’t do it now” he whispered. Thor pretended like he didn’t listen to that last bit.

Loki had been circling around the idea of asking you to dance for the last few months. It was all he wanted; to caress your hand and gently hold you by the waist, to move at the pace of the music, to feel your heart on his chest, his rising heartbeat with every breath you took. He wanted you, and if that wasn’t possible (and he was sure it wasn’t) he wanted to dance with you all night long.

But now, he would have to court you and marry you if he did. And, of course, it was what he wanted. It was definitely all he wanted. But he knew you wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t risk your beautiful friendship over anything in the world. What if he lost you forever? He could never bring himself to lose you, in any form or way.

“Brother, let me in. Or get out of the room. We’re late”.

“You’re late, Thor. Must I repeat myself? I’m not going”.

“I’m kicking the door”.

Loki sighed, and waited to hear Thor’s intense footsteps get closer and closer to the door to open it just in time and see him land on his face. Thor got up off the floor with blood on his nose.

“It combines with your crimson cape, brother, no need to worry” said Loki mockingly.

But Thor paid little attention to his silvertongue. Instead, his eyes were fixed on his arm. Then, he understood exactly why he was acting so terrified. Loki covered his arm as soon as he realized, mortified, but it was now too late and Thor had already seen it.

“Do you need any other reason to invite them to dance with you?”, he said with a grin of pride.

“It's not them. I’m certain”.

“How are you so certain? It’s such an ambiguous drawing, and you haven’t seen theirs!”.

“They doesn’t even have a soulmate mark yet. They told me the other day”.

“You didn’t have one at that time either, it must have changed. Come on”.

Loki sighed and put on a long sleeved outfit, while letting Thor rant about how much he was sure you’d reciprocate his feelings. And Loki couldn’t say anything against it, because it would only bring ruin to everyone; to spill the obvious secret that haunted him everyday.

The fact that you lusted over Thor.

And it hurted him like anything else, because he knew even though you didn’t say anything. He knew he was the lesser prince. The one that gets looked over. The shadow in his brother’s spotlight. The always-prince, never-King. It hurted like Hell.

But there was nothing he could do about it. And now he had a mark that linked him to the Norns know who, but he only had eyes for you.

Because you were always there. You were the one to defend him against his own insecurities, and everyone else’s accusations. The one to laugh the loudest at his jokes, the one to hold him the tightest when you were in fear, the one to call him first to anything. And you were perfect. But you, for obvious reasons, didn’t think the same of him. You thought the world of him, but not in the way he wished.

And he wouldn’t even get to see you happy from someone else’s love, because his brother didn’t even have eyes for you. The idiot of Thor could not see your brightness, and Loki wondered how could anyone not fall in love with you.

“You need to try, Loki, you’ll never know if you don’t risk a little”.

“A little? To you this is a little? Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost them forever? If the person that I love the most leaves me because I just decided to stop hiding my feelings?”, yelled Loki, completely angered.

“Ah, there it is. If I decided to stop hiding my feelings”, repeated Thor, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?!”.

“You are afraid; so incredibly afraid of letting anyone know you fully. That is your problem, Loki. They’ll accept you no matter what, because they already know you. You think you’re hiding, well, you’re not so good with this little lie of yours”, said finally Thor, tired of biting his tongue about it.

“You know nothing about their feelings”.

“I know enough”.

“Believe me, you don’t. And you don’t get to say a word about my love life, or anything about this situation, for that matter. You don’t get to make light of my situation, as you do with everything regarding me. Now, leave. Me. Alone”.

They continued fighting about it until one of their tutors had enough of their unpunctuality and came to look for them. Both entered the ballroom still highly upset at each other and said nothing about it all night. Frigga knew exactly what they were talking about, and didn’t make too much of a fuss about the delay in their arrival.

Loki tried to not look at you in the entirety of the night; avoided all the eye contact he could with anyone, specially you. He was too afraid you’d choose that exact time to practice your special abilities at mind reading (since you’ve done this at previous dances, when Loki didn’t approach you), and if he didn’t see you, you couldn’t do it. Because if you dared reading his mind you’d only find yourself. And in those little moments he got to glance at you, while you were distracted with something else, he sank in sadness, because all he wanted was to embrace you and dance with you. You looked as fantastic as you always were and more. You looked especially excellent. And it didn’t go unnoticed to him that you looked annoyed. From the eye-sided glances he got to steal from you, he saw you staring at the seat he and his brother were in. You were expectant. You wanted to be taken out to dance. And Loki’s suspicions about your crush on Thor only got reassured when he asked Sif for a dance and you looked the most annoyed you’d ever looked in ages.

You left the dance early. After about ten minutes Loki decided to go after you. Outside of the ballroom you could still be a friend; that was the whole point of swallowing his feelings. He wandered the palace until he heard fireballs collapsing against the huge walls of your typical training spot, but he lingered his entrance to observe you in an incredibly angry state of your magic.

“You’ll set the palace on fire” said a gut-wrenching familiar voice. Of course Thor was there. Of course Thor would get earlier to comfort you in something that he destroyed.

“Then so be it”, you answered with a crack in your voice. Loki didn’t mean to invade your privacy, but he couldn’t help himself but to listen.

“I know why you’re upset. Believe me, it upsets me too”.

“You have no idea what upsets me”, you answered, and Thor chuckled. Loki could sense that Thor was thinking about how similar you and Loki were. You threw another fireball against the wall.

“Let me guess”.

“Enlighten me, your majesty”.

“You didn’t get to dance with the man you like”.

“You know nothing about the man I like”.

“When will you all stop treating me as if I were blind? Come on, why won’t you tell me? I’m your friend. I know you’re burning up in love and you still think you don’t have a chance because… because what? Because he’s the prince of Asgard?” said Thor. You stopped your magic and stared at him with teary eyes.

“Because the prince of Asgard I love, is in love with Sif. And there’s nothing I can do about it” you answered. Loki’s heart broke. Hearing you admit your raw feelings to Thor that way, and Thor not even understanding you were talking about him.

“What makes you think he’s in love with Sif?!” insisted, still clueless.

But Loki didn’t need to hear any more of that. He ran through the halls of the palace until he got to lock himself in his room.

“What makes you think he’s in love with Sif?!”, Thor asked, and you scoffed. You lowered your gaze to the floor, trying to make the tears go unnoticed. They didn’t, and Thor hugged you tightly.

Thor was almost like a brother to you. You grew up together, but it was more than that. You were always for each other. He never had to ask about your love for Loki, he always knew. And you never had to ask about his crush in Sif; it was transparent. So you both supported each other. You didn’t even bother telling him how she felt about him, it was bound to happen. Now, you and Loki, on the other hand…

“He is, you can’t deny it”.

“I’m denying it, I assure you”. You wiped your tears away and touched your mark over your clothes. He smiled. “You got the mark, didn’t you?”.

“Yeah”.

“What is it?”.

“Ugh, it doesn’t matter. Maybe I should just forget him and start looking for my soulmate. If the mark showed up today, then it must be for something. There has to be a reason”. Thor nodded, still smiling. “What are you so happy about, dumbass? My heart’s broken".

“Nothing. You keep on looking. Can I see it?”, said he, patting your back.

“It’s too ambiguous, you won’t guess it”.

“So I expected”.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Do you know anything?”.

“Nothing whatsoever”.

You got in your fighting position. Loki bent down in his seat, focusing on the next fight. He was sure you’d win; he has been teaching you new moves and you completely mastered them. And your rival didn’t know any better, anyways.

One kick from your opponent; you avoided it and threw a punch. Another kick. Another punch. The rival grabbed your leg, making you lose your balance and almost fall down, but you used that impulse to push him away and get him to the ground. He got up and started using magic. A blue light shone around him and started getting closer to your feet. You closed your eyes and focused intensely; soon, water drops started emerging from the tips of your fingers. They quickly transformed into a stream of water that wrapped your opponent from head to toes, making his electricity magic attack him, instead of you. Loki smiled.

Your rival pushed further his strength and one of the electrified waterjets hit your leg. You fell to the ground with a scream. It hurted, a lot. Loki gasped and Thor had to grab his shoulder to remind him it was just a training fight. For his tranquility, you got up on your feet soon and started using your magic again.

An aura of sparks and wind formed around you while you closed your fists, extremely concentrated. Your opponent waited without attacking, but behind the shield of his armour. Loki saw Thor smile proudly; this was the part he taught you. For your fire side of your powers, Thor was the one to train you thoroughly. Loki sighed, frustrated because you haven’t yet shown what Loki had taught you with such enthusiasm. He still observed you with attention.

“This part is awesome, look, brother”, whispered Thor in his ear, which only made him angrier.

“I’m sure it is. They is awesome. And wait until you see what I taught them”. Thor chuckled.

“No need for jealousy, Loki. They’s all yours”. Loki rolled his eyes and directed his attention to the fight again.

The sparks and wind grew bigger and bigger around you, circling your whole body. Once the sparks became fire, you directed your whole energy to your opponent, sending him against the wall. If it weren’t for the gigant fire-proof shield, he would’ve gotten completely roasted.

You put your guard down, and as you did so, the wind and fire around you dispersed. Loki got to see you again once the magic flew down, and realized you had your clothes slightly lifted up. He tried not to look out of respect, but Thor gasped, and that drew his attention directly to what surprised his brother. And it did not disappoint. Loki’s chest got as tight as it has ever been. His breathing became irregular and unsteady, and his face got completely red. You didn’t notice your shirt had lifted up, so you didn’t realize what was going on. You got closer to your defeated rival and shaked his hand.

“You win. I see you’ve been well trained”, he said.

“I have”, you answered, and directed your gaze to the princes who were watching the fight. You walked closer to them to chatter, as you always did, but Loki got up fast and ran out of the training room. Thor told you to follow him, and Loki heard your footsteps behind him for the entirety of the hall, until you two got to the gardens.

Loki was shaking. He didn’t want you to be there. He didn’t want you to see him that vulnerable. And you knew it, so you didn’t get closer than two meters apart.

“Loki”, you said after a while, behind his back. “What’s wrong?”.

He turned around, face still red. He was usually cold, but at that moment he was burning up inside and out. Maybe he was burning out of love for you. Maybe out of anger, for being so pessimistic and making himself a martyr when his brother was clearly right. Maybe out of rage to himself, for waiting so long to make a move and losing so much time lost in his own head. But you were still standing there, concerned. And he had to say something, because you still didn’t know anything.

“I saw your mark”, he stated. Now you were the one with the red face.

“Oh… I, I don’t, uh…”, you stuttered, and he got closer to you. He grabbed both of your hands and you looked at him in the eyes, clueless. “I try not to give it that much attention”.

“Why?”, he asked. “It’s your soulmate. The person you’ll love the most”.

“I already love someone” you said, in a burst of confidence. Loki swallowed in nervousness. Your hands started to get sweaty. “I… ugh. Sorry. I don’t want to say…”.

“Who? Tell me, I’m your best friend”.

“I don’t want you to be”, you finally said. “It’s you, Loki. It’s always been you. I don’t care about this stupid soulmate mark, because I know I’m in love with you and I always have been”.

Loki stayed silent, which only made your anxiety increase. He finally looked at you in the eyes and formed a subtle smile.

“I thought you loved Thor”.

“What? Why would I…?”.

“I heard you after the Ball; you said the prince you love was in love with Sif”.

“Yeah, you”.

“I’m… what? I’m not… I’m not in love with Sif, darling”.

Your heart stirred, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the pet name he just gave you, or the fact that you got it all wrong. He wasn’t in love with Sif?

“I’m sorry, did we both think…?”.

“We’re idiots, apparently”.

You both laughed. That was it; that cotidianity, that normality that felt, even in the most embarrassing and intense moments, completely fine. Because you were, before anything, friends.

You hugged him. He returned the hug and caressed your neck and back with one hand. You felt his heartbeat rise, and from that position, he whispered in your ear with that beautifully deep and raspy voice; “I saw your mark”.

“I don’t care about it. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, ignore my feelings if necessary. But my heart only beats for you”, you whispered back. He sank his nose on the crook of your neck and felt his mouth form a smile against your skin. You shivered and felt warmth in your stomach.

“I don’t want to ignore your feelings”.

“I love you”, you said once again, regretting it in that instant. You couldn't stop your words from falling out of your mouth. You felt like you sounded desperate.

“I love you too, my dear”.

You, in shock, looked at him in the eyes. He kept smiling, and putting a strand of your hair behind an ear, placed a small kiss on your red cheek.

“I don’t know what to do next. I like being your friend”, you said. “And I don’t think we’re meant to be. I got a mark, and you haven’t, so it’s obvious we won’t end up together anyways. And I want you by my side for all my life; even if it’s just as a friend, you know? I don’t want to lose you”. Loki chuckled at your rant. “What?”.

“What makes you think I didn’t get my mark yet?”.

“Well, I… I don’t know. Did you?”.

“Yes”.

“What does it look like?”.

He smiled.

“It’s very ambiguous”, said he, sarcastically.

“Hard to guess, is it?” you chuckled, realizing what was going on. Loki lifted his sleeve, uncovering an identical soulmate mark to yours.

“Hard to guess, yet so obvious”, he said. He grabbed your waist and neck and both melted in a long, desired kiss. You sank your fingers in his hair, caressing his scalp. “Yours?”

“It’s very ambiguous too, you know?”.

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The Empress pt.VIII

Weddings!! although I thought this was a lot apparently I was just lying to myself. There's just a lot of information I guess.

Warnings: swearing, mentions sexual activity.

   When morning rolled around you were still in Techno's arms. Your head was to his chest well his his chin rested on top of yours, sheltering you protectively. Techno knew he couldn't stay in bed with you too long. He would have to get ready for the day and go to his office for a couple of meetings. But the way you held onto him made him want to stay. His thoughts lingered to last night. He almost wondered if the emotions from the night had heightened what he felt for you.

   He couldn't help but smile to himself remembering how breathless the two of you were after kissing for so long. He was happy, knowing you were his left a warm feeling within his heart. He always had assumed from early childhood that he would end up alone. None of the court ladies would willingly go to him. Since he was a hybrid, he was just lowly frowned upon. He was always set up with girls for power, or for looks. So him knowing you willingly went to him filled him with utter pride. He knew you weren't the type to find power. You had voiced many times that you just wanted someone to call your own. Start a family and ease down in life.

   His attention was drawn away from his thoughts as you slowly began to stir. Nuzzling your face into his chest more, longing to feel the warmth he offered. His arm pulled you closer. His frim hand rubbing your back gently. You were tired. After the long night you spent together you weren't ready to get up. Your mind fell to last night and you couldn't help but go pink and wonder if it was only a dream. Techno held you so close and was so loving in that moment. Nothing went beyond kissing, but for as long as you two were at it, you had a right to be tired. You still remembered how his hand held your cheek, then the feeling of his arm around your waist. All of it was just perfect.

   You felt his nose nuzzle into your hair. His lips lingering loosely by your ear. "Good morning..." Oh he had a morning voice. His was even deeper than you could have imagined. You slowly fluttered your eyes open. Your half lidded eyes met with his gentle and loving ones.

   "Good morning..." you said softly. You felt him press a ever so gentle kiss to your ear, making you smile slightly. He turned onto his back, wrapping his arm around you. Your draped your arm over him, moving your head onto his chest.

   The rather chilly morning now felt warm and welcoming. If someone had told you months ago, you would be sleeping with the young Emperor, you most definitely would have laughed at them. Yet here you were, laying within his arms like a prized possession.

   "I'll have to get up soon princess..." he said softly. Almost like he was telling himself rather than you. You rubbed your cheek on his chest to move some stray hair of yours away.

   "Do you have to?" You muttered. Wanting to savor this moment like it was your last. A wide smile graced Techno's lips.

   "Plan to keep me here if I do?" Now you smiled wide at his words. Securing your arms around him tightly.

   "Possibly..." his hand moved from your back, up to your ear. Moving some of your stray hairs away from your face to behind your ear. Framing your face like a portrait.

   He let out a light chuckle. His hand moving to rest on your back again, continuing to rub gentle circles. "Well if my Princess orders me to stay... I mean who am I, to deny her?"

   You were back to the forge that afternoon. Hammer in hand as you worked a new sword for Phil. He had came in a while ago with one of his old worn blades. Far too weak to even be remotely saved. So with his permission you asked if you could just scrap this one and rebuild him a new one. He did stress he didn't want to over work yourself, but you explained it wasn't any bother.

   Well you were working you didn't hear the steps that approached you. Far to lost within your own work to pay mind to everything around. "Mighty blade you have there" the voice was smooth as silk. Seraphina.

   You couldn't help but jump in place. Your heart lurching at her voice. She gently chuckled at your startle. "Y...you scared me" you said turning to her with a weak smile. The sweat on your brow proved your work. Your hands, although gloved, were worn with time. Whether Sarah would admit it or not she did have respect for you, she could easily see why Techno had fallen for you.

   "Sorry to hear, I didn't intend to" She said with a soft smile. Looking over what you had just crafted. "Technoblade was right, you make some pretty amazing things. Don't you?" She asked looking to you. You went a faint pink glancing your blade over.

   "I think I do alright" she laughed, resting a firm hand on your shoulder. Her strength almost near Techno's. Almost. You set your hammer and the blade down. Removing your gloves to wipe your forehead.

   "Your to modest. Everyone in the city knows you bested others. Your regarded pretty highly little one. I wouldn't doubt yourself" you nodded slowly. A soft smile on your lips.

   "Thank you General..." her smile never faltered. She wondered about the room and leaned herself on one of the sturdy work benches. With her in front of you, you now fully realized the extent of her height. She was Tall.

   "Technoblade said you would be his plus one to my wedding I hear." She said casually. You opened your mouth to protest incase she wasn't ok with it. "Don't get the wrong idea, I don't mind you being there. I actually came to see if you would like to be my Maid of Honor." She rubbed her neck a bit. "I don't have many friends... and there all men so.. I was curious if you were interested in the position” you offered a shy smile. You where honored of the idea, but you weren't sure if you should be at her day, seeing as you don't know her very well.

   “Are you sure? that's a pretty private thing... I wouldn't want to intrude on that...” She lightly laughed. Her laugh was light hearted and soft. Showing she meant no harm.

   “You wouldn't be intruding. I promise” you nodded slowly. After a bit of silence she spoke up again. “I see Technoblade is in a awfully good mood today” You went pink thinking over last night. 

   “O-oh?” She laughed again at you, not meaning it rudely.

  “Mhn. During the war room meeting he was very light hearted” You tiled your head a bit. You knew techno had mentioned a meeting but not something as important as a war room meeting.

  “There was a meeting? W-what about” you asked carefully. your brow slightly furrowed.

   “Oh nothing important, it was just a casual meeting, we were mostly inquiring about the expansion in the north. Nothing to be worried about” you nodded slowly to her words. Trusting her on this since she had the military back ground. "You see the Empire is ever expanding, taking what land we can. There are a lot of villages out there in need of supplies. If we can reach them, we can help them." She was smiling. You nodded now understanding that the meeting was in good nature.

   After about a month the wedding had finally come. Techno and you were still going strong with a loving relationship as well. After your night with him, it had just became a default thing to just retire to bed with him. Finding comfort with sleeping next to him or sleeping with your head on him.

   It was the night before the wedding, Techno and you were lazily walking the halls together. Having just wanted to be within each others company again. Due to Techno being Emperor he still had his duties to the kingdom. Where he did cherish you, and put your well-being first. He still had to tend to his job.

   With casual steps the two of you wondered into the ballroom. The room was prepared for the upcoming reception. The normal graceful room was now decorated to the highest standard. The accents of gold and reds keeping everything classy. In the corner the instruments lay waiting for the day they are used.

   You were all smiles, the night had went perfect so far. You did mention not knowing how to waltz at dinner. Which made Wilbur laugh at you until tommy took his dinner roll. Techno and Phil didn't mind however, they said one of them could teach you if would have liked. Of course when Techno showed interest, Phil backed off.

   To which that led to tonight. The two of you smiling within each others arms. Techno had walked you to the middle of the room for a wide space. "What if I step on your foot?" You asked giggling gently.

   He chuckled amused. "Then you step on my foot, its not a problem" he was light hearted. Wanting to make the learning experience fun and gentle. His hands moved to his hair, skill fully pulling it up into a full bun. Wanting his hair out of the way completely.

   His hand came and rested on your upper back, pulling you close to his body. He didn't hesitate to move your hand to his shoulder and take your free hand within his. "The movement is simple... We'll start slow and then pick up the pace, ok?" His soft smile put you at ease. "You don't have to get it completely. But I think you will catch on quickly"

   You nodded to his words. He had faith in your learning ability. Knowing you were capable of more than you thought. He made his first step to the left. "Ease up and flow like your water" you couldn't help but look down to your feet. Wanting to make sure you didn't step on his foot. "Step forward" he said as he stepped back within sync. "Now step right... and then step back." You nodded slowly. Your eyes minding his shoes. "Princess... I would like to see your beautiful eyes..." he discarded your hand to lift your head. "Your too beautiful to gaze at the floor" with a small smile he kissed your forehead. "The dance revolves around a box step... lets try going in a fluid motion now..." He was talking slowly so you understood. Not trying to talk down and make you feel uneducated.

   The casual steps continued. Slowly picking the pace up until you two were gracefully sweeping along the floor. He kept your eyes locked within his. Once you had done the steps for a while he did become more daring. Choosing to lock you within his arms before spinning you. He had even dunked you to capture your lips into a loving kiss. Emperor or not, he was a true romantic by heart.

   Once you were slightly panting from the dancing he choose to take a spot on the piano bench with you. You leaned into his side, his arm coming to wrap around you. Rubbing your arm. You adored spending time with Techno, he always gave you a comforting feeling. When you first met him he was definitely aloof and standoff-ish but now he holds you as close as he can manage.

   The two of you sat in silence together, collecting your breath. The moonlight shown down on you both, Illuminating you two as if you were the stars of the show. You gazed down at the piano keys wanting nothing more than to pluck a few keys in curiosity.

   Techno must have saw you glance the keys over. "Do you know how to play?..." you shook your head gently. Plucking some of the low notes to see what tone they had.

   "I've never even been around one..." your fingers danced lightly. Having herd the harder you tap the louder it is. You looked up to Techno curiously. "Can you play?" You knew it was probably rhetorical, but you asked regardless.

   "Of course, my mother taught me. I haven't played anything special in ages, but I still know Moonlight Sonata, or Clair de Lune." He said casually looking over the keys.

   You rubbed your cheek on him a bit. Getting comfortable within your spot. "Could you play for me?..." he smiled lovingly before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips lingering gently as he mumbled a 'Of course'.

   His hands ever so gracefully took there spots over the keys. Even without his glasses he knew where the keys were. He started a song you weren't quite familiar with, but it was ever so gentle. Everything techno did was done with elegance. Even playing the piano had you completely smitten with him. He was graceful yet he lurked with almost a unknown danger. You knew that he cared about you just as you cared for him. There wasn't a day that went by that he wouldn't ask if you were ok. He would even check to assure you were wearing your earrings, fearful that you would be taken from him too soon.

   Unlike boys within the city, Techno did keep his lingering kisses and more specific names for you behind the closed doors. Choosing to not show his gentle side to those outside his close circle. The truth was you were his weak spot. Yes Wilbur and Tommy were his brothers, but he knew Phil would lay his life to protect them. Techno knew he would lay his life to protect you.

   With the gentle tone of the music you were slowly being lulled into a ever so soft sleep. When your head rolled for a final time you were out.

   When you woke, you were back in techno's bed. Your hand lingered to his side, trying to feel for where your lover was. His side was empty but lingered warmth. With no trace of him you turned towards the bathroom door to see maybe if he had made a quick run. Instead he was looking at his mirror. Pulling his shirt up his arms. His back was on full display. Showing every lingering scar and muscle beneath his skin. When he moved his arms back, the muscles relaxed and tensed, Showing them pull against the white shirt. He must have caught your lingering gaze, because he spoke softly.

   "Good morning my dear..." your eyes flickered up to him as he turned to face you. He lazily walked over and sat on your side of the bed. With a careful hand he moved some of your hair away from your face. His fingers traced lightly down your cheek. "You fell asleep early last night... I figured you would have been more comfortable here..." you nodded slowly. Still trying to fight off the remints of sleep. "Your dress should be in your room..." the dress? You then remembered today was General Hawthorne's wedding. Per her request you were her maid of honor.

   Although you and Techno slept together, he still respected your privacy on dressing. Not only that, but what you didn't know, was that he purposefully never took anything too far for fear of rumors spreading about you. Seeing as the court would run with any sly rumor they could get there fingers on. The last thing he wanted, was to hear your name with 'Whore' or 'Prostitute' near it. If Techno choose to marry you in the future, he knew he would have to do his best to keep your name clean. Of course if you were Empress it wouldn't matter what they would say, either way your word would be law. But still, he wanted to make sure his Princesses name stayed out of other men's mouths'.

   "You should dress and go to Breakfast... I don't know when we will be eating next" you reached out and took his hand. Pulling it close to your chest. You wished nothing more than to cuddle down with him and lay the morning away in peace. He was warm, and you knew as soon as the covers were removed you would be cold again.

   Even with his hand to your chest he leaned down and smiled gently before giving you a sweet, gentle kiss. Since you were still a bit sleepy, the kiss was loose on your behalf. Techno didn't mind though. To him the thought behind it meant more. When he parted you slowly sat up, knowing it was time to start your day. You discarded his hand to rub at your face, trying to make yourself fully coherent. When you finished he gently took your hand into his.

   His sweet side was pushed away a moment for his concern to come through. "(y/n)... About tonight... Your going to meet some people from the court... You might think I'm overreacting.... But please, trust me on this... Make sure Phil, Wil, Sarah, or I is around when you speak to them..." your brows furrowed slightly as he rubbed your hand.

   "Why?..." you asked confused by this. You haven't herd much about the court besides them trying to set Sarah and Technoblade up together.

   Techno gave out a bit of a sigh. "They.. they have a way of backing people up into corners to make them say what they want. The last thing I want is them backing you into a corner. You may say one thing, and they will twist your words into something more. They live for scandals and power." With his hand moving to rest on your cheek, you leaned into it. Resting your hand on his so you could press a kiss to his palm.

   "I can handle myself love..." you said softly. Trying to put him at ease.

   "My love, you say that. But because you're so close to me... Because you sleep with me nightly... You will be there prime target..."

   With the vows having been exchanged at the church, the reception was held within the ballroom. Per Techno's request you stayed close to him. Next to the lovely brides, and the Royal family, you stuck out quite a lot.

   The buzz of the room danced between the talk of the general finally being married, and Technoblade having a pretty little thing on his arm. When Techno off hand mentioned you being a target, you didn't realize that this is what he meant. The lingering eye's, the longing stares, the pointing. It made you uncomfortable. Even with Techno holding your arm you felt small and confined.

   At the beginning you assumed the whole day would be about the brides. As it was their day. But even two hours into the reception, the glances and whispering continued. Soon it just became too much, you had to excuse yourself. Techno noticed your uncomfort, but sadly he couldn't leave. With a pleading look to Phil, he came over without hesitation.

   "What's the matter?" He asked, his brows furrowing slightly. He glanced from Techno to you. You went to say nothing, but Techno quickly intervened.

   "Could you take her for a walk for me?... She's highly uncomfortable and you know who, won't take their eyes off her" he said lowering his voice as to not perk the attention of lingering guests. Phil's eyes narrowed as he glanced around. His eyes meeting someone, but you couldn't see whom.

��  "Oh great I didn't know that bastard was here" Phil seethed. Whoever they were talking about, they obviously had a high distaste for. "C'mon kiddo I'll take you out to the balcony" Phil said, offering his arm with a gentle smile to you. You nodded and changed off men. Fallowing Philza to wherever he would lead. Subconsciously you did keep close to his side. His wing hovering about you, offering almost a shield to wondering eyes.

   Once outside on the balcony Phil had sat by you on one of the stone benches. Giving you some space incase you were not in the mood for general contact. "Too much at once?" He asked softly. You nodded slowly.

   "Techno mentioned I would be a topic... But I thought they would focus more on the brides.." Phil took a chance and rubbed your back reassuringly like your father would have.

   "Sadly with you being Techno's plus one... You are a big topic" you looked up to Phil with a bit of confusion on why.

   "Why?... isn't he allowed a date?" Phil nodded and ran a hand over his hair and down to rub at his neck.

   "Oh he is. But tha' thing is Techno hasn't ever taken interest in anyone really. For every girl he was set up with he would just ignore them until they begged their fathers to reconsider. This is the first time the public, and the Court has seen Techno interact willingly with a woman." You were a bit surprised. Techno always struck you as having past relationships and having a bit of experience under his belt. But it appears you are his up to date experience. Phil slowly started again. "The Court is eager to see how your relationship with Techno evolves. And sadly my dear, your now in the spotlight by quite a bit. If you don't work out for Techno, they will be looking to set you up with someone else. They way they view it, is if you could woo the stoic Emperor, your either sexually involved with him or are just genuinely interesting." He paused to look down at you. "Techno, Wil and I know that your just a genuinely, interesting gal' with a kind heart. But the public doesn't" you pondered on Phil's words carefully.

   "So as long as I'm with Techno I’ll be watched?..." you asked slowly. Wanting to make sure you herd his words correct.

   Phil nodded. "Watched, judged, you will become a popular topic. They will critique you until you marry him or until you fall apart." The idea of being bad-mouthed by others left you a bit saddened. "If you become Empress, they will be forced to shut their mouths'. Disloyalty to the royal family within the court is punishable by death. However, say you part off in the end better as friends, they will double their insults, or maybe lessen them as they try to set you up with others." You took a longing breath. If this is what Techno faces on the daily, you could see why he was always drained. "Luckily in your position, you have control over your fate. They cannot talk and bribe your family into marriage like the court normally does." You looked up to Phil.

   "Why is it like this?... Its wrong..." Phil gave a rough sigh. Rubbing his neck.

   "I.. I genuinely don't know (y/n)... Neither does Technoblade... Even when I was king it was like this..." the silence lingered for a bit before Phil added on a bit. "The Empire is forever growing, but its also severely flawed" you spotted Techno within the room, talking to Sarah. She laughed joyfully, as she should on the beautiful day. "Techno and I have been working with General Hawthorne to try and straighten out this mess for years. Sadly we haven't found anything yet..."

With a spurt of unknown confidence your tone changed. No longer saddened and hesitant.

"I know Technoblade will fix it. Or, he will be the one to destroy it all."

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The Adviser

Hey! I'm writing this little fic for @musicallisto's event! I'm using her prompts 4 and 29 for Caspian :

4. “Can you stay with me?”

29.“Their hands on your skin…”

I'm also including a bit of the drunken confessions trope for this one!

I hope you all like it, tell me what you think about it, and thank you again Clara for hosting this event! This is just pure fluff, you know me, it's soft hours time!!!! We love cute clichés here!

Pairing : Caspian x reader

Word Count: 3597 (I've proofread but I've been writing for four hours and my brain is fried, I am so sorry if there are more mistakes than usual, forgiiiiiive meeeeee!!!)

You shouldn't have been drinking like this. Deep down, you knew it was a mistake. But what choice did you have? It was the only way to forget what this princess what doing at that moment.

Her hand was on Caspian's arm, and you didn't fail to notice the way her fingers slipped down the length of his velvet sleeve to brush against the skin of his wrist. You took another large gulp of liquor, but the image was already printed all over your eyelids when you closed your eyes and tried to blink the sight away.

It was more than you could stand. So much more than what you were humanly able to stomach. And the worst part of it all, really, was that none of this was Caspian's fault. He didn't even know about how you felt for him, so how could he have guessed that him letting her touch him like this, being so close to him, were hurting so.

But it did hurt. God, it hurt so bad.

The room was full of noises and conversations. You were celebrating the signing of a new commercial agreement between Narnia and their neighbours. It was exciting, and all the politicians that had been involved in the elaboration of the treaty and its negotiations were now enjoying a much-deserved celebration. The treaty had been signed earlier in the afternoon, and hopefully it was the first step towards a friendship between the two nations.

And you should have been celebrating as well, because after all, this treaty was your baby. You had written parts of it, you had worked for months to convince lords that this treaty was a good thing. You had worked and worked relentlessly for so long on this project. It was your baby, in a way.

When you had begun this adventure, you had envisioned yourself in the position you were finally in now. With a signed treaty resting on the king's desk in his study, and surrounded by lords, princesses and other important political figures, drinking wine and eating pastries and laughing as the future seemed a little brighter than it was before.

What you had never imagined though, was that during the months you had spent working closely with the King of Narnia, you would fall madly, desperately, hopelessly in love with him.

You wanted to slap some sense into your own head for falling for him the way you had, but it would be useless. There was nothing you could have done to avoid it. And every time you looked at him, you were reminded of this cruel truth. Nothing could have prevented you from falling in love with the king, not even yourself, not even him. Nothing, no one, could save you now.

Sometimes, it was driving you mad, really. The way he was so kind, and a little shy around you. You forgot that he was even a king, then. He had a way to make you feel safe by simply smiling at you. There was something in the way he walked, in the way he held himself, that would have betrayed his rank if he had tried to hide it. He was so… inspiring, in a way. More than that, he was magnetic. When he walked into a room, it was clear who he was. A mere glimpse at him, and even if one had no idea what the King of Narnia looked like, they would have recognized him. But then he would blush in the most precious way when complimented, bending his head as if to hide his reaction, and there was so much hesitation in his polite smiles, as if he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Maybe it was that contrast that had make your heart melt. The way he was the most charismatic man when you saw him, and the kindest when you talked to him.

Yes, yes, that was it. Or at least, part of it. Maybe it was the starting point of it all. Then, every single detail that made him unique had sealed the deal, and your heart was his, for good.

At the end of the day, though, no matter how much you loved him and how friendly and kind he was to you, he was still the King, and you were merely a representative. There was nothing special about your ancestry, even if your position now was quite high in the government. But you were one of the King's advisors, that was all, and every time you looked at one of these princesses throwing all their charms and manners at Caspian, you really couldn't hold it against him to fall for them and not you.

If he had known these inner thoughts of yours, he would have been adamant at contradicting you, at telling you that you were just as special as they were. But he was busy talking to one of them, and you were busy drinking. It ought to be the way things were meant to be, right?

After a couple more glasses of wine, your head was starting to spin and Caspian seemed to finally notice that something was off with you. He frowned hard as he saw you reaching for the nearest wall to keep your balance, while you lifted your glass to your lips again. You finished all the alcohol in one gulp. It wasn't like you though, to drink like this…

At first, he thought maybe you were simply letting loose more than usual in celebration for the treaty, but you didn't seem happy at all. On the contrary, your features were twisted in one of pain. Were you sick? A wave of fear rushed to his heart, crushing the little organ in his chest. He hurried to excuse himself and leave the princess he had been talking to. He was aware it was barely polite, but if you were unwell, he didn't exactly care about the etiquette. In fact, all his thoughts were set upon you and his worry now, he couldn't even realize what he was doing as he crossed the room in just a few long strides, ignoring people in the crowd trying to intercept him as he passed by.

You hadn't noticed him approaching, you had settled your attention on the marble ground, in an attempt to avoid seeing Caspian talk with the flirty princess that had been clinging to him for the past hour. Only when his brown boots appeared on the floor right before you did you notice his presence. You looked up in a jolt, your hair growing with fear and apprehension, while your quick movement made your head spin even more than before.

"Your Majesty," you mumbled, trying to stand a little straighter. "Can I… do anything for you?"

Your words were slurred, obvious sign of your intoxication. Caspian's frown only deepened.

"I was about to ask you the same question, you don't seem to be well," the king answered.

"I… I am perfectly fine," you lied.

"You seem to need a bit of fresh air," Caspian insisted. "Let me accompany you to the gardens."

You didn't have the strength to fight against him or argue in any way. Besides, Caspian was right, you did need a bit of fresh air to clear your mind. So you let him take your arm, assuring your balance, while he guided you outside.

The afternoon was slowly dying out into the early evening. The sun was still quite high in the summer sky, but the heat it released had diminished as the hours passed by. A salty breeze was blowing through the roses in full blossoms and the branches of the tall oaks that offered their shades to the visitors. It was quiet though, most of the inhabitants of the castle being either busy with their daily tasks, or at the reception. It was an easy task for Caspian to find a quiet spot for the two of you to walk by.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, noticing your steps were a little steadier, even if he still kept a careful hold on your arm, just in case.

"I did need a bit of air, indeed. Thank you. I feel better," you nodded.

You tried to give him a smile, but it was harder to hide your feelings when you were drunk. It seemed more like a wince, instead, and Caspian fully turned to you this time, stopping you in your tracks in the middle of the narrow path in between the bushes of roses. He remained silent for a while, the noises of the wind in branches and the bees buzzing in the flowers the only sounds you could hear. And in this quiet place, staring right into the king's dark eyes was even more hypnotizing than usual. You were suddenly very aware that the two of you were alone. And very aware that his hand still rested on your arm too…

"Are you sick? What is wrong?"

Under his insisting tone, you recognized worry. If Caspian had tried to hide it, he had failed miserably.

"I… am quite fine. I think I simply celebrated a little too much…"

"You seemed sad back there," the king shook his head, cutting you off because you could finish your lie. "You did not seem to be celebrating at all. Why? What happened?"

"Nothing. I guess… I must be very tired. The negotiations were difficult and…"

"Why are you lying to me?"

You merely stared at him, not knowing what to answer.

"I know you are lying. I know you. Why will you not tell me what is bothering you?"

"It… is nothing…"

"Is it why you drank too much?"

"I am not drunk…"

"Yes, you are. You can barely stand."

"I can," you replied, even if it wasn't true. You knew that if Caspian suddenly let go of you, you would probably fall down in the roses, and the thought of the many thorns cutting your skin wasn't particularly appealing to you.

Caspian's frown slowly disappeared though. From worry, his expression changed to one of sadness and hurt, but you didn't understand why.

"I am your friend, Y/N. Why will you not tell me? I could help…"

You let out a bitter laugh. The liquor was taking the better of your judgement, for you would have never answered him this way had you been sober.

"My friend? As if we were friends…"

Caspian stared at you with the most puzzled expression you had ever seen adorning his handsome features.

"What do you mean? Of course, we are friends."

"We are not friends. You are the king, and I am… a commoner working for you."

There was so much hurt passing through Caspian's eyes, but you didn't feel guilty. It was true, after all. And the sight of this woman with him… with her eyes all over him, and the way she leaned towards him…

It was more than you could take…

"I thought we were more than just that by now," Caspian answered in a low voice.

"How could we be?"

"Why did you drink so much tonight?"

"Because I cannot take it anymore… I… these feelings I just… I can't fight them…"

"Feelings? What…?"

But then it dawned on him, only, not completely.

Of course, a question of heart would explain your sadness and your drinking tonight, such behaviours that were so out of character for you. He wasn't particularly good at hiding the way his heart broke in his chest at the thought that you loved someone else, though. He had to be thankful for your inebriated state that made you fail to notice his reaction when it was written all over his features.

He opened his mouth to ask who this was about, but you spoke first. The wine was making your mind blurry, your thoughts turning into a whirlwind, bumping into each other and making your usual filters lift. In any other circumstances, you would have never said any of the words you were about to utter, but then, liquor and broken hearts make confessions tumble easily.

"I cannot do this anymore. I want to resign."

"Resign? What…?"

"I cannot handle it. Being around you all the time…" you went on, barely realizing Caspian was trying to speak. "And today seeing her… her hands on your skin and…"

Your voice broke, and you lost your balance for good. Caspian was still here though, and he managed to catch you in his arms right before you would fall to the dusty ground.

His brain was repeating again and again your words, trying to analyse their meanings…

Did it mean that… you… was it about him, then?

"I will take you to your room. You need to rest. Come on…"

With the gentlest gestures, he guided you back inside and to your room, crossing empty corridors and avoiding people as much as he could. No one else but him needed to see you like this.

He helped you settle in bed, and only then did he notice that you were crying.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

He brushed your tears away. He had never touched you this way before, and it made his heart pound in his chest like it had never before. He let his fingers linger a little longer on your cheek.

"You must rest. We will talk about this in the morning."

He gave you a warm smile before turning away, but you held him back, catching his wrist before he could walk too far away. He turned to you again with a puzzled look.

"Can you stay with me?"

Your voice was barely more than a whisper, uncertain and fragile. He was used to hearing it loud and confident while you discussed amongst politicians and advisers, it was such a drastic change, it scared him. It was evident you needed someone to take care of you at that moment, and Caspian wouldn't have let anyone else do it in his stead.

He should have gone back to the reception, but how could he leave your side now?

So, he dragged a chair next to your bed, and sat down, offering you a reassuring smile. He held your hand in his, giving it a soothing squeeze.

"As you wish. But you need to sleep now."

"Are you angry?"

"No, I am not. We will talk about it tomorrow. Now, you need to sleep. Close your eyes."

You did as ordered, and fell asleep as soon as your eyelids had fallen. The warmth of Caspian's hand on yours was the last thing you remembered before surrendering to slumber.

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Your headache wasn't the worst thing that happened when you woke up. Nor was your nausea, or the disgusting taste that lingered on your tongue. No, the worst part of waking up was the note you found folded by the side of your bed.

Caspian would be waiting to see you in his office.

If parts of the previous day were a little blurry, you still remembered perfectly your conversations with the King.

He would ask you to resign. Or he might even fire you altogether. He could have asked you already for someone to pick up your things and carry them out of the castle… but then, Caspian was a kind man, and you weren't altogether surprised when you picked up an outfit to dress up and found all your belongings exactly where they belonged.

After your behaviour, there was no other alternative. You had been disrespectful, and you highly doubted that the king would appreciate working with someone who had romantic feelings for him.

But your pride made you decide that you would resign first. You would not let him throw you out of the castle. If you had to leave, which was painful enough already, never to see the man you loved again, then at the very least, you could be spared the humiliation of being pushed away. At least, you would be the one leaving.

You made your way to his office, at last. Taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. Your heart missing a beat when you heard Caspian's low voice answering on the other side. You walked in.

Caspian welcomed you with a smile, he was sitting at his desk, his back to the stained-glass windows that painted colours all across the room. The light coming from behind him made the image ethereal, a vision you could have summoned in one of your dreams…

"Good morning, Y/N. Please, take a sit," he invited you. "Are you feeling better?"

You struggled to swallow, cleared your voice. His voice made butterflies tickle your belly, but you ignored the feeling. You ignored how much you wanted to comply and approach him. This was not the time. Now was the time to be strong.

You remained at a safe distance from his desk, refusing to sit down.

"Your Majesty," you tried to keep your voice steady, but couldn't help the slight shake that accompanied your words. "I am well, thank you."

He opened his mouth to speak again, but you interrupted him, raising your hand to silence him.

"Please, your Majesty… let me speak."

He nodded, letting you continue. You took a deep breath, and finally gathered the strength you needed to speak again.

"I…My behaviour yesterday was… unforgiveable. And I am aware that I have crossed a line. What transpired last night is the proof that I can no longer work for you and serve Narnia at the best of my abilities as your adviser anymore. It is why I would like to resign. I would be very thankful if you would agree to allow me to stay in the castle for one last week, to allow me to look for a new home. My resignation will be effective immediately, and I can write it down, if you want me to."

Caspian remained silent for a moment, before slowly standing up, and walking towards you. His hands behind his back, he only stopped when he was but one step away from you. You stared at him, waiting for his reaction, completely motionless.

"I agree that… your confessions from last night make it impossible for us to continue like this. Things cannot remain the same now."

You fought with all your might to refrain your tears, that merely gather at the corner of your eyes, but didn't fall. You didn't flinch, nor did you back away though.

"I do think that you need to resign from your position in our government. I would not be… proper… to have my advisor be…"

"I will inform the rest of the staff immediately," you interrupted him. Which was incredibly rude, interrupting the king… but you couldn't take it. You couldn't stomach the pain that it would make you feel to hear him say the words he was about to utter.

It was enough that he didn't love you. You didn't need him to say it out loud.

You turned on your heels, but Caspian didn't let you step away. He caught your wrist before you could move away, and you turned back towards him, your eyes growing in surprise.

"I have not dismissed you, yet," he told you, quirking an eyebrow.

"I apologize, your Majesty."

Caspian gave you a smile. You wondered what was worth smiling for though.

"I thought we had agreed that there was no need to call me this way when we are alone."

"Things have changed."

"Not nearly enough, yet."

It was your time to frown.

"There is no need for you to move out of the Castle."

"But I…"

"Would you like to take a walk in the gardens with me this afternoon?"

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, completely confused.

"I… don't understand…"

"Did you mean what you said? Yesterday? Or did I not understand you right? I thought you said you had feelings for me."

You nodded, unable to answer, fleeing Caspian's gaze.

"I did… but…"

"Well, I am asking you if you would like to take a walk with me this afternoon."

"But I… why?"

His smile grew fonder, and you noticed the way his fingertips were shaking when he reached to hold your other hand.

"I… was hoping you would… like to spend some time with me," Caspian added, hesitant this time, a little shy, pinker shades appearing to colour his cheeks. "Not as my advisor but… as… a friend…"

"A friend?" you repeated, stunned.

"Or well… maybe… maybe more than a friend."

"But I… I am…"

"I feel the same way."

He had said the last sentence as fast as he could, forcing the words out like he would have pulled an arrow out of a wound. In one, quick motion, before the strength and courage would fail him.

Your mouth fell open.

"You… you do?" you stuttered, out of breath for some reason. You only just then noticed that you seemed to have forgotten how to breathe altogether.

"I do. And well… I am afraid that you need to resign, for it would be impossible for me to court one of my advisors. But as you have done so, I thought… what about a walk?"

There were a thousand thoughts swarming in your head, and most of them were going against Caspian's idea. Most of them told you this was impossible.

But you chose to simply ignore all of them, and answer what your heart was desperately begging you to say instead.

"Yes. Yes, a walk would be lovely."

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin. 

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower. 

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe. 

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly. 

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.

[nakachuchu]

Boredom | Ryomen Sukuna

SYNOPSIS: You're never happy.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1006

WRITTEN: 03/20/2021

NOTES: I got inspired to write this after reading @sukirichi Home From War Also, happy birthday to yuuji <3

You were born from sadness. It was all you had ever known. Whenever you closed your eyes in the middle of the night, you could hear the cries of the children and families who helped create you.

Even the pretty flowers in the garden created a dry feeling in your mouth. You found joy in nothing. You didn't like taking walks, but you didn't like participating in war either.

You only did it because he told you to. You supposed you could call him a friend—though he was more of your master.

He took you in and you became his subordinate, but you slowly turned into his right-hand person because of how efficient you were in war.

You sighed.

You had heard nature was supposed to be calming and nice, but all you felt was emptiness.

Was there ever going to be something that brought you happiness or perhaps even joy?

Despite his cold and mighty aura, he kept his temple pretty and pristine, but it was mainly due to the servants who worked on it.

No one came near you except for him and Uraume. All the servants were put off by you, but you didn't blame them.

You knew of the effect you had on people, whether it be curses or humans. Everywhere you went, people wilted and turned into mush. They only thought of the bad in life and their will to live was down to the grain.

You stood by the edge of the lake where a cherry blossom tree was planted. The air was cold, but that was irrelevant because the cold wasn't supposed to bother you.

It did, but only a bit. The cherry blossoms smelled nice, you thought. Oh, but they would die soon anyway so that didn't matter.

You knelt, wrapping your arms around your knees. You stared at your reflection in the lake.

You cringed are how awful you looked, but it didn't matter. Looks had nothing to do with your way of life.

Nothing mattered in your life. There wasn't a point in you being created, and while you didn't mind the thought of dying, Sukuna had demanded you to live.

You didn't understand why. Maybe he had known you didn't care about being alive and he needed you to win wars. Yes, that was what you chalked it up to because it had to be that.

But because he raised you once you were born, you listened to him. If you were a human, it would have been called blind loyalty.

You weren't sure what it was. It wasn't as if he was forcing you to listen to him or stay by his side. You simply did.

You were a curious little thing. Having just been born into the world, you didn't experience many things aside from killing people and rolling around your bed out of boredom.

Your curiosity now peeked, you stood up and walked to Sukuna's quarters. He knew it was you before you even knocked.

"Come in."

You slid the door open and quickly bowed to him before walking inside and closing the door behind you.

He was sitting on the floor with his arm propped up on his knee as he drank sake.

He knew that look on your face. Your curiosity was the only emotion that showed aside from sadness.

He liked it when you were curious. Your eyes twinkled and you talked more because you wanted to know answers to what you were curious about.

"Why do I listen to you?" you asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Respect."

"Hmm. Really?"

He gave you an unimpressed look. You were lucky he tolerated you enough to allow your rambles and soft insults.

"What if I left you?" you asked.

He sat up straight. "I'd kill you."

"But if I don't care that I die, then what's the point? I could still try to leave you and see what would happen," you said. "So why do I listen to you? What's keeping me here?"

"Is your only wish to die?" he asked.

"I don't know what I want," you answered.

"And that's why you listen to me," he said.

You blinked at him. "Oh. Okay."

Your curiosity now satiated, you stood up and silently left his quarters. You were bored again.

Sukuna downed the cup of sake before placing it on the table in front of him. You had the brain of a child at times, and even he couldn't quite understand why he kept you around.

Aside from the fact that you were the strongest curse he'd ever encountered, you were always so bored and unfulfilled.

He hated that. What more could you want? What more could you want when you had him? Why were you so greedy for absolutely nothing?

He was hung up on you for no reason. You didn't want him. You didn't care about him. You only stayed because he was the first person to reach out to you and he settled your curiosity.

But what would he do if you meant that you would leave him? Was he supposed to kill you like he said?

You were the only person who never looked at him like you wanted him. Your eyes were so dull and lifeless and it felt like you were bored of him.

Would dying make you happy? If he did, he'd gladly do it even if it hurt him. He just wanted to see you happy.

He got his wish three days later when he brought you with him to battle sorcerers who were getting on his nerves.

You were strong, so he wasn't even sure how it happened. You were next to him, protecting him as usual, and then you weren't.

He dealt with the sorcerers as quickly as possible when he realized you were no longer by his side.

When he found you, his face contorted painfully. Despite your mangled body, there was a smile on your face.

You were happy because he dragged you to battle, but at what cost?