#am still engrossed with them bye-

[ilydeku]

teacher izuku has a girlfriend??

Regardless of the joy and spur he expelled towards the students, Izuku knew how to maintain the steady hand of keeping the class under set composure. Nothing but the intent to teach and the will to learn, an equitable relationship between the two—and it was no question. Being the most loved and favored teacher had its perks, and grandiose respect was one of them.

But no matter how mature a student has grown, having fun will always reign somewhere along their focal point. Even if that fun means encouraging their teacher in his love life.

"...-because a good relationship between your teammates makes for optimal communication, conduct, and cooperation," explained Izuku, pointing from one spot on the board to another, well immersed in his lesson. "Now, considering quirk-"

"Speaking of relationships, are you in a relationship, sir?" A student, a frivolous girl, teasingly pipes in sudden interest. Plenty of students amongst the grade claimed a crush on Deku-sensei. Of course they did: he's sweet, very tentative and understanding to all his students individually, and takes his time to really help and engrave the knowledge he possessed for them to become the best future heroes they could be. That, and mostly his physical charms. So wouldn't it be in his best interest to have a girlfriend?

Little did Izuku know that this inquiry marked the beginning of his first uncontrollable havoc.

For a moment, he hesitated, pausing midway on the convoluted diagrams drawn on the whiteboard. A strange question, but he thought nothing much of it. He turned around and crossed his arms, lazily pointing the expo marker to the girl.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Unrelevant, didn't see a hand raised-"

"Aw, but sir!" She draws out, slumping back in her seat. "Are you?"

Some students began to look at each other and exchange a few grins until the room began to slowly increase in volume and erupt into unintelligible chatter.

"Ahem."

The room fell into silence accordingly, but he could clearly read the expression on everyone's faces. The class was still waiting for his answer, the way they stared and leaned over their desks in anticipation. Izuku sighs and turns back to the board.

"...no, I'm not in a relationship. Moving on, the information I've drawn-"

"Really?" The girl cuts in matter of factly with a tilt of her head. "But aren't you and y/n talking??"

A chorus of engrossed 'oohs' echoed across the room and a very subtle, but defined shade of pink dusted his cheeks at the mention of you. He turned around again and attempted to regain composure of the class.

"Everyone settle down-"

"Y/n L/n? Isn't that (hero name)?? I think she's in the top 20's now."

"Yeah! I've seen her drop by the school a couple times during lunch!"

"Now that I think about it, Deku-sensei does have her come in as a guest speaker a lot..."

It was just one after another, the addition of suspicions and theories now bringing the truth to the surface. Izuku swallowed.

A loose black band around Izuku's wrist caught another student's eye and they stood up and pointed in excitement. "Look!! Deku-sensei has hair ties on his wrist!! Hair ties!!"

"Kids, please...-"

"Wow..I've never seen your class this rowdy before, Izuku!!" That voice. His head snapped toward you in surprised, totally flustered about the situation. The entire class went dead silent and turned to you, standing at the entrance of the classroom. You wave at his kids with a smile and stroll over to Izuku's desk, dropping off a bag of some sort. He watches you endearingly.

"You forgot your lunch at home, silly."

"O-Oh did I? Haha, sorry y/n. Thank you. You're on break right now, right?"

The students watched you both like a show, taking in the interaction, the body language, the words. There's no doubt you two were a thing right? Deku-sensei and (hero name)!!

And just then, you confirmed it with simple kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, Izuku! Be nice to the kids, hm?"

"You know I always am!!"

As soon as the classroom door clicked, the class burst into awe.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US???"

[pupkashi]

rookie f1 racer satoru gojo decides the best way to kick off race weekend is going to a coffee shop

a/n: hi friends ! here is the first one shot for my f1 racer!gojo au :3 i am so beyond excited to start these, they won’t be a cohesive series & can be read alone! i will make an au masterlist though :] please enjoy and let me know what yall think !! if there’s any ideas or requests yall have for this series send them in !! reblogs very appreciated <3 ok that is all bye bye ! <3 also both gojo and reader are early 20s since i have him in his rookie season

word count - 3,444

masterlist

LIGHTS OUT & AWAY WE GO !

there’s not many people out during usual work hours, kids are in school, adults are at work, and the world is a little quieter. it’s something satoru had grown to love. between all the cameras reporters, he just wanted some peace, and no one knew peace quite like coffee shops.

satoru sauntered into the building, it was unassuming enough, a few people scattered throughout the establishment, all too engrossed in their own work to look up. he doubted he’d get recognized by anyone in here.

he orders and gets his drink and pastry fairly quickly, sitting by the window and watching the world pass by him. life seemed to move in slow motion, the leisurely paces of someone walking their dog making him relax a bit.

“hey! is it cool if i use this outlet?” the voice makes him jump a bit, turning around to face whoever it was speaking.

you smile softly at him, hoping he would be kind enough to just let you charge your laptop. you figured he’d be attractive, his hair’s an eye catching bright white color, contrasting to the black shirt and sunglasses he had on. you caught a glimpse of his blue eyes as he looks at you, nodding before clearing his throat.

“yeah go ahead,” he returns the smile, motioning for you to plug in your charger.

“I’ll just leave it here to charge, i don’t wanna bother” you state, quickly plugging in your laptop before moving to walk away.

“you can sit if you wanna, it’s no problem” he rushes out quickly, hoping it was enough to make you stay. his breath caught in his throat as you turned to look at him.

“are you sure?” he nods quickly, “yeah no worries! I’m not doing much of anything right now,” he grins, regaining his composure and taking a sip of his drink.

it’s quiet between the two of you before you speak up, “you like Mercedes?” satoru feels his blood go cold, looking at you with a confused expression. you gesture to his shirt, “you’ve got their merch on” you laugh.

“oh! yeah they’re pretty cool,” he nods, watching as you smile and nod, focusing on your screen again.

“i didn’t know they had merch like that,” you admit, “maybe it’s just ‘cause im not super into cars.” satoru feels relief wash over him, his shoulders subtly relaxing before he’s looking at you again.

“it’s their f1 team merch” he says, “i work for them, actually.” his hearts beating a bit faster as you make eye contact with him, looking up from your laptop.

“oh? that’s so cool! you’re a mechanic or-?” your head cocks a bit to the side, smiling when the man across from you breaks into a wide grin.

satoru debates going along with your idea, but he can’t bring himself to lie to you, not when you’re eyes are shining at him.

“i actually race for them, im a driver” he corrects you gently, your eyes widen a bit and you cover your mouth as it opens.

“oh my god I’m so sorry! i don’t know a thing about formula one” you laugh nervously, “i knew there was something going on with all the extra fuss in the city but i had no idea what.”

he smiles at you and waves off your apology, “don’t worry! it was nice having someone to talk to that’s not yelling at me to sign something” he cringes a bit at the way the words rolled off his tongue, but you still smile at him, going back to working on whatever was it was you were doing on your laptop.

“one of my friends is actually getting into f1 i think, is there someone named,” you trail off as you think of the other mans name, “i think it’s Charlie? charles? one of those two” you laugh nervously, satoru’s ears perk up at the name.

“charles leclerc?” He asks, your eyes light up, “yeah that one! he’s a racer right?” satoru nods at you.

“yeah he races for ferrari,” you nod along to his words, realizing you hadn’t caught his name yet.

“what was your name, just so i know who to root for when people ask my favorite driver” you grin, a twinkle in your eye that makes his stomach flip.

“I’m satoru, satoru gojo” he reaches his hand across the table for you to shake, you can’t stop the soft chuckle that leaves your lips as your hands connect, a firm shake against his much larger, warmer and calloused hands.

a comfortable silence falls between the two of you as satoru finishes his drink off and you continue to focus on your laptop. satoru can’t help but continue to look your way, thinking you were absolutely breathtaking.

you on the other hand, had your heart beating against your rib cage as you pulled up your messaging app on your laptop and quickly texted your best friend.

I HAD TO PLUG IN MY CHARGER BUT THE ONLY OUTLET WAS NEXT TO THIS SUPER HOT GUY AND I ENDED UP SITTING IN THE BOOTH W HIM AND WERE TALKING AND HES AN F1 DRIVER ???? DID I MENTION HES HOT AS FUCK??

you wait a couple minutes, your friend has yet to reply as your leg bounced under the table.

“what are you working on? if i may ask” the question makes you immediately close your messages and go back to your google document, looking blankly at the paper in front of you.

“it’s some busy work for a class im in, required by the university” you shrug, “was getting through it pretty quickly until my laptop died on me” the snowy haired man smiled at you, laughing softly as he pulls his phone out.

satoru scrolls aimlessly on his socials, nothing seemed as interesting as you did, sitting practically across from him engrossed in your work. the two of you made easy conversation for the next hour or so, not realizing how much time had passed since youd sat down.

you’d tried to get up and leave after you turned in your assignment and laptop was charged, giving him privacy you imagined he yearned for. but satoru was quick to tell you to stay, “you don’t have to go! it’s nice talking to you” he says, “like a breath of fresh air.”

and so you sit back down, the two of you falling into place as if you were old friends, people who’d known each other in years past and were catching up. you didn’t ask about his job or his career, asking about him and what his favorite color was, his favorite season and if he actually liked his coffee as sweet as it has smelled.

you kept reminding yourself this was gonna be a one off thing, he’d leave and you’d part ways, never talking again as you inevitably turned on an f1 race, seeing the pretty man on your tv screen and imagining what could’ve been if you were a bit braver.

it had been nearly three hours since you’d sat at his booth when his phone starts buzzing, quickly answering the call from his manager. his small smile turns to a faint pout as they tell him to head to the paddock for free practice in a couple hours, sighing and telling them he’d be on his way shortly.

you feel disappointed as you hear the words, not wanting the bubble you were in to burst, wanting to stay seated across from the attractive man for as long as you could.

“I’m gonna head out, have to go work” he jokes, his smile widens when you laugh, “i hope you pass your exam thursday,” he’s doing everything in his power to linger around, trying to figure out a way to spend more time with you.

you laugh softly and nod your head, “it’s open note so hopefully it’s not too bad, but good luck at your race! I’m sure you’ll do great.”

satoru’s bright blue eyes light up at your words, you could almost see the lightbulb forming atop his head, making you furrow your brows slightly in confusion.

“why don’t you come? to the race this weekend? are you busy?” the words tumble out his mouth in an unorganized jumble of excitement, he’s beaming at you with his bangs in his eyes, sunglasses barely balancing on the tip of his nose.

“oh i couldn’t, those tickets must be so expensive and i don’t wanna bother-” satoru is cutting you off with furrowed brows and a bewildered expression his face.

“you think I’d make you pay? don’t be silly,” he grins, “I’ll get you some good seats and maybe we can meet up after the race?” he can hear his heart beating in his ears. was he being insane? a little bit. did he care? not at all.

you bite your lip for a second, it’s not like you had an insane amount of work, plus the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on was asking you out to some crazy sporting event you’d only heard of in passing.

“okay yeah, i think i could squeeze it in my schedule” you grin, watching as the man across from you smile at you. he’s quick to ask for your information, immediately sending it off to whoever it was needed it and was informing you of all you needed to know.

“I told them to give you an extra ticket so you can bring a friend so you’re not too lonely waiting for me” the words make your face and ears heat up, trying to remain composed in front of him.

“well i guess I’ll see you sunday then?” the words make your stomach flip, wondering how he’d look like with his gear on.

“see you sunday” he smiles at you, waving goodbye as his phone buzzes for a second time, hurrying out of the coffee shop with his whole body buzzing from excitement.

you don’t fully process the entire interaction until you’re sitting in your apartment, phone lighting up from a new email.

Mercedes F1 team PR

Good afternoon! We are elated to send you two tickets to invite you to this weekends Grand Prix race! Below you will find all the information…

you open it quickly, reading the entire thing twice before you’re rolling onto your back and giggling uncontrollably, giddy beyond belief to see satoru again. your fingers itch to look him up, deciding against it and locking your phone as you try to continue on with your day.

sunday arrives quicker than you thought it would, your friend following you into the circuit as you try to figure out where to go next, looking around helplessly as you look down at your phone and at the map provided.

“are we supposed to go down there?” your friend points, both of you staring at each other blankly. the two of you wait for a second before looking around once more, taking a leap of faith and walking with confidence where you think you had to be.

your friend is much braver than you are, flagging down someone in a staff shirt and showing them the ticket, they’re quick to lead the two of you in the opposite direction, making you and your friend hold back laughter until you’re finally seated.

satoru was anxiously looking around, he wasn’t exactly sure where they had seated you, but he’d requested you be close to the garage, wanting to say hello before the race.

“you’re a lot more antsy than usual” the deep voice makes him look away from his phone. nanami kento, right hand man to Toto Wolff and next in line to take over the team principal position.

“I’ve got an important guest I’ve gotta impress” satoru replies quickly, putting his phone away and walking towards kento, “I’m gonna rack in some points today” he winks, making the blonde roll his eyes.

soon enough satoru is seated in the car and on the grid, mind completely focused on the race ahead, taking deep breaths as the red lights appear.

you couldn’t help but watch some race clips last night, figuring you should know some basics and not show up completely clueless. the videos, however, didn’t prepare you for how fast the cars truly were, engines sending vibrations to your chest and stands shaking as they raced by.

“and gojo overtakes hamilton! the rookie had a terrible qualifying yesterday, but seems as though he’s back in the game today” the announcers words blare through the speakers, chest blooming with pride as they talked up satoru.

you’re focused on the primarily black car, watching as he zooms past the stands at unbelievable speeds. your heart racing as he passes other drivers, cheering when he successfully overtook them.

satoru continues to climb up the ranks, cinching a position on podium; second place, sandwiched between verstappen and leclerc. he’s hopping out of the car and celebrating with his team, squeezing kento a bit tighter than the rest. his blue eyes are focused on the crowd as he waits his turn for the post race interview, trying to catch sight of you, mind racing as he wonders if you even came.

he smiles at charles as he passes him, walking up to the interviewer and answering the questions with generic answers ‘I’m beyond excited for the rest of the season’ and ‘I’m looking forward to the day i win my first Grand Prix’ along with thanking his support system and team before kindly thanking the interviewer and heading to the winners room before the podium ceremony.

satoru’s messy hair is covered by the Mercedes hat, taking it off and ruffling it a bit, sighing when he scans the crowd one last time and doesn’t make you out, turning around and closing the door behind him.

you only make it to the floor area moments after charles walks out, slightly out of breath as they call out satoru’s name.

the snowy haired racer is waving to the crowd, a semblance of a smile on his face as he stands on the podium, eyes still searching the crowd in one last feeble attempt to spot you.

satoru feels his heart skip a beat and face turn even redder as he locks eyes with you, a much more genuine smile on his face when he gives you a little wave.

you’re heart races as you make eye contact with the driver, adoring the way his cheeks flushed and skin looked honey like under the rays of the sunset. you smile and clap as he raises the trophy, pointing directly at the trophy then at you.

this one’s for you

maybe you’re a hopeless romantic, or maybe he’s just too hot and charming to not fall for, but you feel your heart giving in and walls crumbling as he shakes the large champagne bottle, dousing the other two until all three of them were dripping with champagne.

satoru finds you in the garage after 20 minutes, thanking his manager a hundred times over before walking up to you. his race suit only on from the waist down, black fireproof sticking to his body perfectly and snowy white hair tousled and wet from a mixture of champagne and sweat.

“you came” he says, making you nod and smile at him sweetly.

“why wouldn’t i? my favorite driver invited me” you reply.

satoru rolls his eyes and snickers, “im the only driver you know,” he watched you grin up at him sheepishly, “still you’re my favorite!”

“you did really good out there by the way” the words make him smile wider, biting his lip softly.

“yeah?” he asks, you nod your head, far too nervous to trust your voice as he looks at you, head too scrambled to figure out the emotion painted on his face as he looks at you. “good enough that you’d consider going on a date with me?”

it seems like it’s just the two of you in the busy garage as you smile up at him, tilting your head as you nod, “yeah I’d consider it.”

you think he looks almost angelic under the fluorescent lights in the garage, his white hair looks like a halo as you look up at him, pretty blue eyes a stark contrast against his fair skin and black uniform.

satoru thinks you look unbelievable, hair falling perfectly and voice sweet as honey as you talk to him, a saccharine smile on your lips just for him, the thought makes his knees buckle and brain stutter. he doesn’t care how whipped he looks as he takes you in, relishing in the moment before he speaks up.

“I’ll be off the clock next time,” he jokes, loving the way your giggles sounded. it feels like a relief off his shoulders, grinning widely as the two of you continued to talk.

“I’ve gotta get out of this uniform, but I’ll text you?” he looks down, biting his bottom lip as he fights a smile before looking back up at you, hoping you’d get the hint and give him your number.

you smile at him and tilt your head, “is that your way of asking for my number?” satoru blushes, smiling at you shyly and nodding his head, you can’t help but giggle as you grab a piece of paper and pen from the table besides you, scribbling your number and a smiley face. “here, don’t lose it.”

satoru grins, “i don’t lose.”

the sky is dark by the time you exit the garage, biting your lip and fighting back a smile as you meet up with your friend, finally heading home for the night. gushing about the interaction, reliving every moment and squealing at the memories.

when was the last time you’d felt this way? when was the last time you’d let your guard down so quickly for someone?

it was strange. the way your heart leapt when you saw him, the way your face flushed when he spoke to you and the way you felt so comfortable with him.

“maybe he’s your soulmate” you friend wiggled their brows at you, teasing you as you roll your eyes.

“or he’s putting up a front and he’s like every other guy” you shoot back, biting your lip. he felt, different. genuine.

“you don’t have to be so pessimistic! you never know he could be the man you spend your life with” they shrug their shoulders, smiling when you fall silent and hum.

you’re showered and in bed when your phone vibrates, a new text message from an unknown number.

satoru had spent an hour drafting the text, deleting it and typing it out again, removing and adding emojis until he forgot what he was even trying to say, starting over and groaning. when was the last time he was this nervous to text someone?

he can’t recall ever wanting to spend more time with someone the way he does with you. the though of love at first sight crosses his mind, making his face burn and dimples pop as he smiles.

hi it’s satoru ! thanks for coming to the race tonight , i hope i can see you again :)

his heart pounds against his chest as the three little dots appear on his screen, holding his breath when they disappear and reappear time and time again.

you continued to delete your text, trying to figure out how to word your text before finally biting the bullet and pressing send, heart racing as it says delivered, then read within the minute.

thanks for inviting me ! it was a lot of fun,, I’d love to see you again also :3

satoru squealed at the text, biting his lip before replying back, giggling at your every text and replying as fast as he could. the two of you texting back and forth until your eyes were too heavy to keep open, wishing him a goodnight. satoru was already pinching himself to stay awake, somewhat thankful you were also tired as he wished you goodnight, setting his phone down and falling asleep moment later, the faintest of smiles painted on his lips.

you grinned as you locked your phone, setting it down and biting your lip before squealing into your pillow. he wanted to see you again. you didn’t fight off the smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, slowly falling asleep, then all at once, dreams filled with blue eyes and white hair and expensive, fast cars.

there’s no better place to find a lover than at a coffee shop on race weekend.

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[realcube]

the haikyuu brain rot is BACK in full swing omg and i just had another idea BYE

April… stop sending me shit -you… maybe. Jkjk. Anyway.

I’m Anemic and my hands and feet r always cold lol so the idea goes like this: <insert character here> is working/relaxing and then all of a sudden their anemic SO just like assults them with cold hands on their neck or like down their shirt? i think it’d be really funny. If you wanna do this idea u can pick the boys but Haikyuu (obviously bc we share a braincell and it’s almost always haikyuu) and Tendo has to be involved.

thanks for putting up with me 😍 -April

TENDO SATORI

♡ ok well the first challenge with tendo is actually trying to find him relaxed.. like ever

♡ mans in the embodiment of hyperactivity and hyperawareness

♡ he is the guess monster after all

♡ like the only time you'll ever find him unsuspecting and vulnerable is when he is asleep or trying to sleep

♡ thankfully wtih all the running about he does and all the adventures he takes you on, that is quite frequently

♡ oh and whenever you try to subject him to anything academic or mentally stimulating he falls asleep LMAO

♡ you're like "tendo i found this really good documentary we should watch. it's about climate change and it'll just say it's really interesting and educational because i don't wanna spoil too much. wanna watch with me?"

♡ "only if we can watch together!"

♡ you smile and grab the remote in order to put it on. "you're going to love it, i've heard from all my friends it's really informative. and i've seen trailers for it and they've got hundreds of environmental scientists that have been researching th— tendo?" you look back over at him to see him fast asleep and snoring

♡ BEFORE YOU EVEN PUT THE MOVIE ON

♡ as revenge for that level of disrespect of course you need to deploy your ultra secret weapon of mass destruction final attack: cold hands.

♡ you snake them under his shirt then suddenly press your hands firmly against his chest and he SCREAMS

♡ like his eyes shoot open and he yelps while jumping up from the couch

♡ all while you are just laughing your fecken ass off

♡ "(y/n)?! what was that?" he asks, despite the fact he knows exactly what it was because you've done this to him several times before

♡ "that's what you get for falling asleep after you said you'd watch a movie with me! how would you feel if i fell asleep during one of your volleyball games?"

♡ he rolls his eyes as he reluctantly sits back down on the couch, "that would hurt but that's different. you're actually watching me — your atheletic and impossibly hot boyfriend — play."

♡ you roll your eyes but he continues to explain himself, "but it's not like i'm watching you in this movie."

♡ "i am in this movie!" you argue, just for the fun of it.

♡ "really? who do you play?"

♡ "an icicle." you declare proudly.

♡ "are you sure you don't mean an iceberg— AH! STOP!"

♡ he screams while you chase him around the room, trying to capture his arms and his face in your hands, "never!"

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

♡ okay so i firmly believe ushijima is so ice cold on the inside your hands genuinely don't affect him

♡ which is such a shame because you so badly wanted to hear him squeal

♡ but no.. sigh..

♡ it honestly frustrates you to no end up you still don't give up, you know someday you'll get the perfect balance of warm room + element of surprise that you'll get some reaction out of him

♡ but whenever you touch him and he just looks at you like '😐 can i help you?' you get sooo disheartened you can't even be bothered to explain what you're doing so literally he has no idea whats going on

♡ kinda like this:

♡ you see him sitting on the couch, engrossed in this month's issue of Gardening Monthly that you just left on the table as a distraction (he doesn't know anything about gardening)

♡ and you start to creep up to him from behind, holding your breath, each movement perfectly calculated so you don't step on any creaky floorboards. you approach in completely silence and then...

♡ BOOM! cold hands to the face!!

♡ your hands are squishing his cheeks and instead of screaming or even gasping, he just turns to look at you his resting blank expression. "what is this?"

♡ "ughh" you groan, tossing your head back in frustration. everything was so spot on but still nothing. "hmph.. nevermind.." you grunt, storming away.

♡ and because you just randomly touch him so often and refuse to explain it, he just thinks its one of those things couples are supposed to do

♡ so randomly when you are together he'll sneak up behind you and place both his hands on your shoulders, giving YOU a heart attack

♡ or when you're sleeping you'll suddenly feel two hands squish your cheeks and at first your blood will run cold until you realise it's toshi

♡ it's all fun and games and cutesy couple stuff until he does it to you in the hallways of your school/college while you are on your way to class

♡ he'll creep up behind you and place his hands on your waist and because you're in a public place you automatically assume its a stranger and spin around to roundhouse him in the face

♡ he's okay though. your hands made a good temporary ice pack while the nurse got him a real one

YU NISHINOYA

♡ 1000000% screams like a little girl and tries to play it off cool

♡ and because of that you love him too much to ever use your cold hands on him in public or in front of his teammates

♡ (bc you both know tsukishima and yamaguchi would never let him hear the end of it and tell EVERYONE they know and one thing leads to another, now everyone has lost any respect for him they may have had formerly.)

♡ (ok that's an exaggeration but it would still be very embarrassing for him)

♡ so you only do it in private and titter to yourself about it

♡ however you do have it as a form of blackmail if he ever disrespects you which is good

♡ jkjk ofc you'd never blackmail

♡ but you do like to tease him because you both know you have that power

♡ like if you ask him to grab you an extra milk from the vending machine and he says no (idk why he would say no though , he's too whipped to ever do that, but just as an example) you could just raise your hands up menacingly

♡ and the way he would DART towards the vending machine

♡ unreal

♡ if he could pull out that speed on the court, he'd send wakatoshi ushijima home CRYING that's for certain

[blueraineshadows]

i've been scrolling through your page and it's just 😫

anyway, could i request a sebastian sallow smut were reader is absolutely stressed out by studying for N.E.W.T.s (earlier than everyone else and also harder - bc she doesn't want to stay behind) and she's just snapping at everyone and spends most of her time studying on her Room of Requirement. after a particularly aggressive (or rude) answer she gave to sebastian earlier, he decides to release her stress by eating her out, leading to more heated things as he wanted to wear her off >:)

if you take this request thank you <3 and if you don't it's okay!! bye <3

Thank you so much for the request! I am so sorry that it has taken me a while to put an answer together for you. I hope that this is okay 💜🙏

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 🔥❤️‍🔥 NSFW 🔞

The library was quiet and Sebastian was engrossed in the book he was poring over, head bent, his hand poised over his notes parchment, quill in hand. Beside him sat Ominis, his wand held over his book as it translated the words for him. Sebastian lifted his head distractedly at his friend's sigh, thinking perhaps he was struggling with something, ready to assist.

"Everything alright?" He asked.

Ominis twisted his mouth a little, his brow furrowed. "Have you done something to upset MC?"

Sebastian frowned. "No," he replied. He tilted his head, thinking for a moment and put his quill down. "At least, I don't think I have. Why do you ask?"

"She has been in the most terrible mood lately, snapping and being rather rude if I'm being honest," Ominis grumbled. "She was most unsavoury at breakfast this morning."

Sebastian nodded. "Hmm, yes she has been a bit snippy, and hiding out too. I made the mistake of suggesting it was her time of the month and, well, let's just say I was lucky to escape her wrath with my head still attached."

Ominis snickered. "Oh, Sebastian, you should know better than to say such a thing to a young lady, especially one you have a habit of sharing a bed with."

Sebastian smirked and then nudged Ominis with his elbow. "Shh, she's coming," he whispered. He snatched up his quill as MC crossed the library towards them, offering up a smile to her as she dropped her books onto the table in front of them. Her smile flashed across her lips and then disappeared just as quickly.

"Good afternoon, MC," Ominis said carefully.

"Hello," she said. She sighed and pulled out a chair, sitting down and opening her books. "What are you studying?"

Sebastian shifted in his seat, eyeing MC. Had he said or done something to upset her? He took in the haphazard way she had pinned her hair up today, the shadows under eyes and the paleness in her cheeks. He knew her well enough to understand her troubles with sleep, something he struggled with himself. Maybe she was just tired?

"Arithmancy," he said. He grimaced. "Welcome to the party, it's great fun."

She huffed a short laugh through her nose and leaned over to take a look at what he had written on his parchment. "It doesn't matter how long I stare at the numbers, they still seem to mock me. I feel like I am in a constant battle with my brain to keep up with everyone else. Trolls, poachers, even the odd dark wizard, would be more preferable to take on rather than these awful NEWT exams."

"Are you feeling a tad stressed, MC?" Ominis asked with concern. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Her shoulders slumped and soft smile lifted her lips. "That's very sweet of you, Ominis," she said. "It is all a bit overwhelming, isn't it?"

Sebastian watched their exchange, his eyes drawn to the subtle flick of her tongue over her bottom lip, and he felt a stirring in his pants. She had such a pretty mouth, especially when she smiled. His lips twitched into a playful smirk. "I know a few good stress relieving techniques, if you're interested," he murmured suggestively.

Her eyes widened a fraction as they swung towards him, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. A sharp kick was delivered to his shin as Ominis clicked his tongue in irritation beside him. "For goodness sake," Ominis muttered.

Sebastian's smirked widened until he saw the frown on MC's face. Then it faltered.

"Ominis is right!" She huffed. "Here I am, worried about my exams and my future after Hogwarts, and all you can think about is what is going on inside your pants!"

His lips parted in surprise, eyebrows lifting. "I was only messing..."

"Well don't!" She snapped. She stood and slapped her books shut, gathering them up before giving him a glare. "I apologise, Ominis, but I shall see you later. I've decided to study elsewhere this afternoon."

Sebastian watched her retreating back in surprise and a sinking sensation in his stomach. Maybe he really had done something wrong. Or, maybe she was beginning to think that her future didn't feature him in it? That thought made him feel rather cold.

"Wow, you're right, Ominis," he said. He dropped his quill back down and ran his hand through his hair. "She really isn't happy, is she?"

"I'm sure it's just stress," Ominis said. He tilted his head and put a tentative hand on Sebastian's forearm, his fingers seeking him out across the table. "Perhaps less of the smutty talk, and more chat about how you can help her. I know you care deeply for her, Sebastian. Maybe she needs you to show it."

Sebastian sighed and patted Ominis on the hand. "Let's hope she will be willing to let me."

....*....

Feeling rather wretched and sad despite her long bath, MC wandered the corridors of the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower trying to self soothe her nerves. The delicate strains of the enchanted instruments filtered across the space and she felt a pang of sadness. It was a familiar and comforting sound and she was going to miss it.

To think that her time here at Hogwarts was drawing to a close was making the impending exams even more stressful, and she had always felt like she was one step behind everyone else, she had so much more to prove despite all she had achieved so far. To make matters worse, she was snapping and being so awful to the people that she cared so much about.

She winced at the memory of Sebastian's crestfallen face as she had stormed out of the library this afternoon. She had been rather mean to Ominis this morning as well. She adored her two Slytherin boys, couldn't imagine being without either of them, but her heart was Sebastian's. That boy had duelled his way into her life, stole her heart and sanity, and she had been shutting him out.

Feeling regretful, but so tense still, MC found herself outside the Undercroft entrance. Maybe Sebastian would be down there.

As she arrived at the metal gate, she could see him on the far side, scribbling away on a chalkboard by the light of candles balanced on the storage crates nearby. Her lips lifted in a fond smile at the open book in his other hand. He always had a book open around him somewhere. It was one of the things she loved about him.

Sebastian turned at the sound of the gate opening and he immediately closed the book and put down his chalk. He rubbed his hand against his hip and took a few steps towards her, his smile hesitant, his gaze uncertain.

Tears stung her eyes and she held her arms up towards him. Instantly, he was across the room and scooping her up into a warm embrace, her feet leaving the floor as he squeezed her against his chest. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into her hair.

"No, I'm sorry," she said. She leant back to look at his face, her hands cupping his gorgeous freckled cheeks. "I've been terrible, I know I have. I'm just so scared and nervous about exams and what comes next. I shouldn't take it out on those I love."

His eyebrow quirked. "So, you do still love me, then?"

She bent her head and pressed her nose to his. "Forever."

His beautiful brown eyes burned into hers, so close to her own that she felt the heat from his gaze all the way down to her toes, that were still dangling mid air where he held her.

"Don't worry about what comes after Hogwarts," he said softly. "Whatever it is, we are doing it together, alright? Me and you. I love you, even when you are biting my head off."

She grinned and swiped her thumb over his lower lip. "Maybe I just liking keeping you on your toes," she whispered.

He smirked. "That you do."

She pressed a kiss to those soft lips of his, her eyes fluttering closed at the warm response he gave her, his grip on her tightening as he lowered her feet back to the floor. Her lips parted as her head tilted back and he took full advantage, his tongue swirling slowly into her mouth, the caress of it smooth and delicious.

Kissing him was one of her favourite things, along with the way he held her with his hands, one of them sliding wantonly over her waist and hip as he kissed her thoroughly. He always woke the heat inside of her, a heat that lay dozing and ready for his lips and hands to come along and prod it into life.

When they came up for air she smiled against his mouth, pressing little kisses along his damp lips. "Now then, Sallow," she murmured. "What were those stress relieving techniques you mentioned earlier?"

His smirk was devilish. "Suddenly interested are we?"

She bit her lower lip. "I find myself in need of some release," she taunted.

Sebastian had her spread on the study table, robes and hair splayed out across the many parchments and books scattered across it, her skirt up around her waist and his mouth firmly on hers as his fingers delved through her slick folds.

MC moaned, her back arching as he swirled knowingly over her nub, sliding his fingers against her in ways that had her toes curling and his name whispered from her lips. He tugged her school tie free, tossing it over his shoulder as he opened her blouse, his mouth sucking and licking at her skin. She gripped his hair, her hips rolling as she chased the release that she was confident he would give her.

His hands grabbed at her hips, tugging her towards him, a little yelp leaving her as her hips slid to the table edge. Parchment scattered and she heard the thump of a book hitting the floor, but soon forgot about that as his mouth clamped on to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sucking forcefully until a glorious red bloom appeared there. His mouth moved higher, his hand gripping underneath her thigh as he spread her open for him.

His eyes blazed with hunger and he licked his lips before he dropped to his knees. MC gasped, pressing herself up into her elbows to look down at the ruffled mop of his brown hair between her thighs. "Sebastian...ooooohhhh!"

Her head fell back as the exclamation left her mouth, the delicious slide of his hot tongue gliding across her most sensitive parts sending fire and delight through her. He savoured her flesh with sinful sounding kisses, his tongue dancing erotically as she arched, her fingers delving into those brown locks and gripping on. As he licked and sucked, the pressure and the tease was sending her upwards in a spinning spiral. Her thighs began to tremble, her moans turning into cries as he worked harder, his fingers sliding into her to add that little bit extra to her pleasure.

It was a conflict of wanting to have him keep making her feel this way, against the complete and utter need to reach her limit. Her hips rocked, and he moaned against her heat, a gasp leaving her lips at the pleasant vibration of it. As the wave crested, MC clenched, her eyes squeezing shut as the tremor took her. Her arm flung out, scattering more of their study materials onto the stone floor of the Undercroft, as a low cry of release left her throat.

Sebastian stood, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before drawing her up into a sitting position, his arms encircling her tightly. His hands smoothed through her hair as he pressed kisses along her neck and whispered his love into her ears while she trembled. MC clung to him, burying her face against his familiar scent, satisfied and loving him all the more for it.

As her breathing slowed, her fingers toyed with his tie, loosening it a little so that she could press kisses to his throat. "How are your stress levels, then, Seb?" She teased.

He chuckled and grabbed her hand, guiding it down to where there was a rather promising bulge in his trousers. She hummed in approval, her gaze playful as she met his eyes and palmed him teasingly. He groaned, his hips rolling. "I could do with a little release myself as it goes," he said. He kissed her, slow, hungry.

MC responded, her fingers tugging at his fastenings and pushing his clothing aside to free his length, sliding her grip over it. Her leg shifted, hooking around him tighter and pulling him close. "I reckon this table is strong enough to take a decent amount of stress relief," she suggested.

His look was dark and dangerous as he slid the palm of his hand from her knee up her thigh, fingers gripping at her hip as he positioned himself against her. "Let's find out," he breathed. He entered her, stretching her out, their breaths mingling as they both moaned at the intrusion.

MC braced her hands on the table top as Sebastian began to thrust, pushing the table to it's absolute limit as he took her forcefully, chasing his own much needed release. His face was flushed, his hair mussed and his lips parted as he fucked, moans spilling from his mouth. MC could feel her own walls tightening around him, the sight and feel of him combining to build that fire within her again. As release hit her again, Sebastian let himself go too, the deep throb signalling the spill deep within her. She reached for him, holding his head against her chest as he gasped for breath, his face damp with sweat.

As they straightened their clothes, their eyes met with intimate glances and knowing smiles. MC grabbed his hand, her heart feeling full, and her shoulders definitely feeling much more relaxed. She lifted his hand to her mouth, pressing kisses along the back of it to his wrist. "I love you," she said.

He wrapped his arms about her waist and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you too," he said. He smoothed a hand up her back, cupping her neck and massaging gently. "Feeling better?"

She grinned and nodded. "Much better, thank you," she said. "You know, I think I might need a bit more of this stress relief, what with all these exams looming..."

"You only have to say the word, my love, and I will give you all the stress relief you need," he said. His mouth claimed hers in another delicious kiss that had her pondering the possibility of sneaking into his dorm room later that night.

[jacksdinonuggets]

You want angsty? I'll give you angsty. Make the reason Vaggie was casted out of heaven to be that Adam and Lute found out that she was a baby regressor, so they dumped her baby self in a dumpster in hell before Charlie found her.

Dumpster Baby

This was fun to write! ty!

Notes: it does have the r slur in it bc adam is an asshole.

It was a very stressful day for Vaggie. Training was difficult and tiring, Lute was being an asshole, Adam wouldn’t shut up about boning, and she had missed dinner because she had accidentally fallen asleep while she was preening that evening. She wasn’t used to this. She had only been in heaven for about a year. She didn’t agree with the exorcists' ways but she would rather not rot in hell.

Everything was just too much and she needed a way to relieve herself from this stress. She had been feeling pretty small that day but repressed it. So she decided that it would be a perfect time to regress now. She went over to her closet and pulled out her little bag and her bag of diapers. She popped in her paci, grabbed her stuffy and began to change herself. Once everything was secure, she pulled out her laptop, curled up in bed and began to watch some disney movies. 

She was so engrossed in her movie that she hadn’t realized someone was walking towards her dorm. Suddenly, the door swung open and the first man stood in the doorway.

“Oi Vajjie, where the hel- What the fuck are you wearing?!” He stormed towards her. He sees her paci and stuffy and knows exactly what is going on

“You’re a fucking little aren’t you?” he said.

When Vaggie stayed silent, he got pissed.

“Answer the question, Vagina!” 

“Y-yes sir, I am…” She hung her head and squeezed her teddy bear.

“You’re so fucking pathetic! Who knew that one of my girl’s was just a stupid baby,” He scowled, “You’re not fit to be an exorcist. You should be in hell, where you belong, you retard,” 

Tears started to pour down Vaggie’s face and let out a hiccup. She wasn’t a retard! Her headspace was very fragile. She couldn’t say anything. Her voice was lost in her throat.

“I gave you a place up here in heaven. I saved you from burning in hell and this is how you repay me?” He asked in a very angry mood. Exorcists were mainly souls who weren’t exactly sinners but weren’t winners.

“Filth like you has no place in heaven,” Adam grabbed her by her wrist.

“Before I send you to hell, I gotta make sure you can’t fly back up here,” He grabbed the wings from her back and pinned her to the floor, ripping them off her back. She wailed in pain before Adam grabbed her spear and gouged her eye, ripping it out of her skull. She slipped the youngest she had ever been, a sobbing incoherent mess. 

“Bye, Bitch!” He opened up a portal underneath her.

Vaggie fell from about 30 feet in the air and landed roughly inside of a dumpster in Hell. She looked up and saw that the portal was now closed, having no way to go back to heaven. Luckily, she still had her stuffed bear tightly in her arms. She didn’t care that she was getting golden blood all over it. She needed some comfort for what just had happened.

Vaggie had cried the most she’s ever had that day. It wouldn’t die down for another hour. She was in pain, hungry, and uncomfortable. Being the small baby she was, she couldn’t even climb out of the dumpster. Her brain was too small to even process that she could no longer go back to heaven. It didn’t even register that she was in hell and should stay quiet to avoid being taken advantage of.

Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of hell, was taking an evening walk down the streets of hell. She was bored and lonely inside of the castle and needed to get some fresh air. She started to hear wailing not far from her. It was usual to hear screaming but wailing? Not normal. She decided to investigate and walked towards the noise. She came upon an alleyway with a dumpster. The noise seemed to be coming from said dumpster so she walked towards it.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, walking up to it. She was met with more sobs. Looking into the dumpster, she gasped, shocked at what she had seen. There, was an injured angel, bleeding, with a pacifier, diaper and stuffed animal.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, i’m not going to hurt you,” she gently pulled the baby regressor out of the dumpster and set her down to look at her injuries. Luckily, she always kept bandages on her person and began to bandage up her eye.

“What happened?” she tried asking however, Vaggie was a bit too small to answer. Charlie realized that she wouldn’t be getting any answers soon and continued to patch her up. While she was comforting her, she realized that her diaper was sodden and likely close to leaking. She knew that it must be uncomfortable. The size was luckily planted in small text on the tape landing area.

“Razzle, Dazzle, take my card and go by size small adult diapers and deliver them to the guest room, tape ones would probably be the best,” she gave the flying goats her card and sent them off. 

Charlie noticed that there was a lot of blood coming from her back and took off her suit jacket and placed it over the girl’s shoulder, covering the golden ichor up.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, I’m going to take care of you,” She said, picking her up.

Charlie knew that in that moment she had to care for this poor, injured, traumatized, fallen angel. She had always wanted to be a caregiver but not many little’s were in hell.

She brought her back to her house and began to clean her injuries after giving her a bath and throwing her stuffy in the wash. She managed to calm her down after a few painkillers, a glass of milk, and getting her set up in a fresh diaper, oversized pajamas and in a comfy bed in the guest room.

While Vaggie got comfortable in bed and was playing around with razzle and dazzle, Charlie gathered all of her old childhood stuffed animals from her basement. When she had moved out of her mother’s place, she wanted to keep all of her stuffies instead of giving them away, wanting to hold onto their memories. Even though they were mostly collecting dust in the basement, this moment made it all worth it.

Charlie came back upstairs dragging a garbage bag full of her stuffies and started to take them all out and place them all around Vaggie, hoping that they would comfort her. She seemed like she was content, being surrounded by plushies but then grew anxious.

“W-whewe teddy?” She asked looking around the pile of stuffies.

“I had to put him in the wash to get the blood out. Don’t worry, he’ll be with you in the morning,” Charlie assured. This was the first time the girl had talked! They were getting somewhere! However, Vaggie just whimpered and buried herself in the plushies. 

Charlie sighed, knowing she won’t be getting any answers to her questions tonight. 

“I’ll let you rest. Nini,” She said, turning off the lights and cracking the door.

This whole situation really confused and concerned Charlie. Why was there an angel in hell? The extermination wouldn’t be for another 7 months. She was missing her wings and halo so she assumed that she had been cast out. She didn’t even know that heaven still cast people out. She thought they stopped after her father had fallen. But apparently not.

Charlie didn’t know what the angel had to do to deserve to fall but she knew that it was wrong. When the girl aged back up, she would ask some questions and definitely hold a meeting with heaven.

[madamescarlette]

Yet again, another media I enjoyed this past month of March list because I can and you will suffer me >:D

Books

Blue Nights by Joan Didion (surprisingly stunningly lovely and very much something I needed this past month)

The Werewolf of Whitechapel by Suzannah Rowntree (a delightful romp my only qualm is it feels like it ends so soon! but truly that is a me problem because I gulped it down too fast. Truly I love when I can tell the author cares for the time period dearly and also all the female characters made my heart swell!!)

The Other Bennet Sister by Janice Hadlow (I was very surprised by how much this book touched me even as it frustrated me because it's inherently about someone perpetually made to be distrustful of other people and me who is always trying to believe in people is sobbing on the other side of the line begging her to look up! but by far the most loving and polished Austen-like that I've ever read and much, much more gentle to me than I ever could've anticipated. I've kept the library copy on my nightstand for the past week so I can gently touch its cover every now and then and take strength from it which is a dear honor in my life teehee!)

Deathmark by Kate Stradling (the second act is WONDERFUL and actually it surprised me so much that I had to stop reading for a little while because I was crying too much. The ending wraps up a little at a breakneck speed but I will simply read anything she writes so I don't mind, plus anything that spawns a Blue Castle reread for me is well worth it in my mind <3)

Code Girls by Liza Mundy (reading this involved a lot more of the cogs of my brain having to whirl about than I realized going in but quite engrossing indeed)

The Collected Poems of Wendell Berry by Wendell Berry (I just think his poems are about joy and that means a great deal to me)

A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin (I need to write up a full review for this at least for my GR account but this was my first read since I was a child and yet all of it was so tinged with an ache of familiarity to me that I know I've carried it with me my entire life and it has never stopped reverberating with me. Vetch my beloved always!!)

Media (to steal from Songbird)

Lockwood and Co. (there's a reason why there's a mass hysteria going on over it rn)

Touch Your Heart (truly it touched me (ha) so much more deeply than I ever would have thought even though it's still fluffy and light and yet I'm so grateful)

Belle (2021) (okay this film is BONKERS but I love the quiet and stillness of the real life sections and also the scene of the three kids in the train station made me CRY LAUGH alone in my room plus I love the vividness of the virtual world and the flashback of her mom made me have to walk away from it for a few days because I sobbed too much so!!! Take from that what you will.)

Castle in the Sky (much more abruptly beautiful and somehow perfectly bittersweet than I recalled and I still adore the sky pirates)

Songs

Easy - Daisy the Great (the simplicity and seriousness of it very much to me)

Past Love - Kimbra

Bye Bye Baby - Taylor Swift (I don't truly know why I come back to this song every year but it matters deeply to me and says something that I can't quite comprehend myself)

Let's Get Married - Bleachers (the bridge-est of bridges I'll never be the same)

The Neighborhood - Grave Enger (there's something about how she sings "I'm gonna miss the sun rising in your eyes" that makes me melt into a puddle on the floor)

Apt. 4 - Vacation Manor

All I Wanted - Paramore

Fake Out - Fall Out Boy (listen to Lu y'all it is sooo much)

Sweet Time - Porter Robinson (a song that makes me glad to be alive what can I say!)

Tighinn Air A'mhuir Am Fear A Phosas Mi - Capercaillie (an extreme throwback because I was listening to them again on a lark but I looove the softness of it so much)

[ktrivia]

Comforting Commander Cody Part 3

Summary:

Most of the time it's the Reader who has to comfort Cody. Sometimes the Commander has to step in and comfort the Reader... even if she doesn't realize she needs it

Author's Note:

Hi everyone! This is part 3 of Comforting Commander Cody which is a prequel spin-off to A Sniper's Competition (which I promise I am still working on!). Just a reminder that Cody and Reader are just close friends who have a friends with benefits arrangement. I say this because there is a tiny hint of Fives x Reader in this story which plays into the universe of a Sniper's Competition. I hope you all enjoy this and please remember that likes, comments and reblogs are my literal life blood.

Warnings:

Smut smut smutty smut smut

Mando'a Translation:

Vod= sibling/brother

Mesh’la= beautiful

Kate kibbur = good try 

Shabuir = jerk

Ade = children

Al’verde = Commander

Vod’ika= little sibling 

Ner burc’ya = my friend

Part 1

Part 2

Main Series

Part 3:

“What’s going on, Rex? What’s the emergency?” A voice asked as the doors to Rex’s quarters whooshed open. It almost sounded like….

“Thanks for coming, Cody,” Rex said, confirming my suspicions. I turned my mental focus back to the data pad in front of me, trying to ignore them.

“What’s the emergency, Rex?”

“Her.”

I could feel their eyes on me and I had a feeling I knew what they were seeing. My normally neatly plated hair was a tangled mess, 3 days of battlefield dust interwoven with each strand. My upper half was only covered by my form-fitted blacks, which were now more brown from exposure, while my lower body was still kitted up, armor covered in scuffs and dings. 

“What about her?” Cody asked hesitantly, a hint of concern in his tone. 

“She hasn’t slept in four days and she won’t sleep now. She ships out with-“

“Me tomorrow morning before sunrise,” Cody finished. He called my name, but I tuned it out, not interested in whatever they were going to discuss about me. It would only distract me from my work. I was so engrossed that I hadn’t felt someone approach from behind. I jumped as a hand fell lightly on my shoulder and Cody said my name. I grunted in reply. 

“Did she just grunt at me?” Cody asked Rex over his shoulder. 

“She’s been doing that a lot, Vod,” Rex answered with annoyance. Cody said my name again. 

“Busy,” I muttered, eyes still scanning my data pad. He tried to get my attention one more time and all I could do was growl at him to go away.

“This isn’t going to work for me,” Cody grunted before I felt a firm grip on my chin. He roughly pulled my head to face him, grip nearly bruising. 

“Look at me mesh’la,” Cody demanded, his tone slipping into one of a Commander. 

“What?” I spat, trying to pull my face from his grip but he held firm. 

“Why did Rex have to call me?” He questioned. 

“I don’t know why Rex called you but I’m busy trying to finish these reports, so you can go now,” I ground out. 

“Jate kebbur,” Cody muttered before I felt myself lifted from the chair and slung over an armored shoulder. I was speechless for a moment when I heard Cody say;

“Way bye bye to Rexxie. I’ve got her from here.”

I gasped as I saw Rex wave goodbye to me as he tried to hold back a laugh. 

“Put me down you shabuir!” I shrieked as we made our way down the hall. The lingering clones who occupied the space chuckled as they heard my insult. 

“Laugh all you want ade. I’ll be coming for you.” I threatened to some of them. Some of the shinies turned pale while the seasoned officers chuckled under their breath. I yelped as a firm smack echoed off of my armored ass.

“Behave,” Cody muttered.

“Yes, Al’verde,” I purred back at him. He groaned at the name and hoisted me further onto his shoulder as he got into one of the lifts. When he turned to the front, I was left facing the bare grey wall.

“Want to tell me why you’re kidnapping me?” I questioned.

“You need a distraction.”

I let out a heavy sigh, my previous somber mood threatening to overtake me.

“No I need to finish those reports. I-“

Any further argument from me was cut short by the lift doors opening and two sets of loud laughter echoing off the walls.

“Ok Echo, I’ll give you one guess of whose ass is slung over the commander's shoulder.”

“C’mom Fives, even a shiny could guess that.”

Cody snorted out a laugh before passing the soldiers by with a mock salute. I pointed my finger threateningly at Echo.

“Just remember I know where you sleep, vod’ika.”

Echo made a sound of outrage at being called “little brother,” but Fives’ lips quirked up into a smirk. 

“If you ever want to know where I sleep, I’d be more than happy to show you.”

Echo quickly smacked Fives across his armored chest and the two devolved into a minor wrestling match right there in the hall. Flirting was not uncommon from Fives, but I had noticed a warm fuzziness had started forming in my chest after some of his comments.

“You should put the man out of his misery and ask him out sometime,” Cody offered. I groaned. 

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

He shrugged and not too long after that he paused and I heard the telltale beep of him keying into his door. A few moments later I was thrown onto his bed. Before I could orientate myself, Cody was on top of me, pressing firmly against me and holding my hands over my head. 

“You going to tell me what’s going on now?” He questioned, face inches from mine. I gulped. The authority in his tone was withering away at my resistance. 

“I just have a lot of reports to do. Especially since I’m leaving with you guys tomorrow and probably will head straight to the field so I have to finish these tonight.”

“That’s also why you need to get some sleep,” Cody said, fingers tightening around my wrists. “You know as well as I do that being awake this long screws with your head.”

I pushed against him, testing how serious he was being. His grip wouldn’t budge, and his body was rigid against mine, less like a lover and more like an opponent trying to pin the enemy down. 

“You and I both know if I don’t finish these reports then the batch mates of all the men who died will never know what happened to their brothers,” I said in a hushed tone. “If I don’t contact them personally then no one else will bother.”

Cody deflated a bit at my words, knowing I was right. 

“Mesh’la, you know that I love that you do that. I adore that you do what us commanders try to do, but if you get injured or die tomorrow then what? Who’s going to tell them then? Who’s going to tell all of us?”

Air flew from my lungs at the sincerity in his gaze. 

“It was a bad one, Cody,” I said quietly after a few moments of silence. “We lost so many men in the last few days, men who were placed under my command for this mission. I just don’t want any of them to be forgotten.”

“I know ner burc’ya” Cody replied as he release one of my wrists to caress my face. “But I need you to relax, too. You’re too tense and I can see how much the stress is taking out of you.”

“I couldn’t relax if I tried,” I said honestly. “I just keep seeing their faces.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but Cody’s lips on mine cut me off. It was an aggressive kiss, one full of force and a clear display of dominance. Before I could get lost in the feel of his mouth, I pulled back as far as I could, which really wasn’t much considering I was still pressed to the thin mattress of his bed. 

“Cody…” I began but he cut me off.

“Your Commander is telling you to do this,” his authoritative side fully present. “And if you do this, I’ll help you with your reports afterwards.”

That was the thing about Cody, he’d never force me to do something I didn’t want in that moment, even if the dominant and submissive dynamic had been long agreed upon. Part of me wanted to deny him, to return to my reports and all consuming thoughts of the fallen, but another, much larger part, wanted to focus on the tantalizing warmth of his body that leached out between the gaps in his armor. 

“Yes, sir,” I purred, nodding my agreement. With a growl, he kissed me again, tongue sweeping along my lower lip before nipping it roughly. I tried to wind the fingers of my free hand into his short hair, but with lightning speed he gripped it and returned it to the spot over my head. I whined in protest and his lips left mine, trailing to the shell of my ear. 

“Be a good girl for me and I’ll reward you.”

The fanning of his breath over my ear made me shiver beneath him. I forced myself to relax beneath the hardness of the armor he still wore. 

“There she is,” Cody purred when he felt the resistance leave me. “Such a good girl for her commander.”

I couldn’t have stopped the moan that left me at his words and the way his tongue traced down my neck. He kissed and sucked along the sensitive skin, leaving bruising marks before soothingly kissing them. When he reached the collar of my blacks, he rose to meet my gaze. With a watchful eye, he released my arms. I stayed perfectly still, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted me to do. His face lit into a smug smile as he reached for the hem of top and pulled the skin tight clothing over my head, leaving me in only a simple chest binder. Rather than unclasp the back of it, he pulled it roughly downwards, exposing my breasts to him. 

With a hum he leaned down and circled one of my nipples with his tongue. My back arched, body pressing to meet him, but with one strong hand he held me down. 

“I think you needed this more than you said,” Cody murmured before resuming the twirling of his tongue.

“Kriff,” I groaned out as he sucked on my now hardened nipple. The hand not holding me down moved to my other breast, toying with the flesh around the neglected bud. 

“The other one, too. Please Al’verde,” I gasped. He chuckled as his glove covered hand harshly rubbed over it. I gasped at the roughness of the battlescarred fabric, loving the feeling of it toying with me. With both of his hands occupied with my tits, his lips kissed their way downward until they hit the edge of armor. Swiftly, and with a touching gentleness, he removed my lower armor piece by piece, with the last once being my codpiece.

He kissed lightly against my covered mound before dragging his hands down my hips and spreading my legs. His kisses went over my clothed core, drawing whines from me. He rose, face coming up close to mine.

“Did you want me to do something with this?” He questioned as he palmed my entire pussy. “Is this what my good girl wants?” 

His finger pressed harder into my slit, just barely brushing my clit and nearly making me come off the bed in anticipation. 

“Please Commander, please!”

“Are you going to do exactly what I say?” He questioned, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

I nodded eagerly.

“Words. Use your words mesh’la.” 

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to take off my armor and blacks. While I do that, I want you to finish getting undressed and get on your knees for me. When you do, I want you to touch yourself as much as you want. My only rule is that you can’t cum. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

With a dry laugh he stood and began to slowly undo his armor. There was no urgency in his movements unlike mine. I got my lower blacks and underwear off as fast as humanly possible and unclasped the hanging chest binder in record time. 

“Bed or floor?” I questioned before kneeling. 

“Bed. I want to see every move you make.”

I could feel myself become wetter at his words as I knelt facing him on the bed. His gaze was hot on me as I reached between my legs to gently toy with my clit. A gasp escaped me as I felt the wetness that had pooled there, spurring me further to play with the bundle of nerves. 

“Kriff,” Cody cursed as he watched me inch closer to the brink. He still hadn’t sped up his movements, only his top half bare. It hadn’t taken as long as I thought it would for me to near the edge of pleasure as my movements quickened. I could feel that precipice approaching and I was hoping Cody wouldn’t notice. Maybe I could get away with cumming without his permission just this once. 

Before I could go any further, a hand clamped around my neck applying firm pressure. 

“Don’t tell me you were about to do what I think you were going to do?”

“No, sir,” I gasped as he squeezed harder. Even though my hand had stilled against my clit, the growing pleasure hadn’t abated. The pressure on my neck prolonged it, letting it linger. 

“That’s what I thought,” he said as he gently petted my hair. “My good girl would never do that.” 

I tried to reply, but the hold on my neck was too much to speak around. 

“You’re going to circle that clit very slowly while I finish with my armor and then we’ll see if you still get your reward.”

I nodded as best I could, but he didn’t move. 

“Let’s see it. Start playing with yourself cyar’ika. Show me how good you are for me.”

The little brain power I had left focused on that one command and sluggishly made my hand move. The combination of the renewed stimulation and the continued choking were heady and filled my body with a humming feeling. 

“Good girl,” he hummed as he released my neck. Air swept back into me as I gasped, the humming under my skin turning into a full on buzzing.

As Cody continued taking off his armor, my hand kept a slow and steady pace. The previous precipice I was hovering on had disappeared, but it left just enough stimulation to keep the desperation present. 

When Cody finally removed his last piece of armor, his codpiece, I whined. His dick was clearly straining against the thin fabric and my mouth watered at the thought of his length filling either my mouth or my pussy. It sprung free as he removed the pants, almost making me speed up the pace of the hand on my clit.

Cody moved over to me, hard cock close enough to lick. He petted my hair again, almost soothingly. 

“You did so good for me,” He commended. “Do you want your reward now?” 

I nodded eagerly.

“Oh please Al’verde.”

He leaned closer to my ear and one of his hands covered mine, speeding up the pace I circled my clit with  and adding more tantalizing pressure. 

“Cum for me.”

I was shocked at how quickly my body responded to him because in a matter of seconds I was catapulted over the edge of pleasure. A cry left my lungs as all of my muscles tensed and released within the same second. My mind numbed as a rush of white hot electricity zapped through it. My hand stilled on my clit but Cody’s kept it moving, working me through the orgasm. As I began to calm, his pace quickened again and he easily slid two fingers into my leaking hole. They curled upwards and I nearly came off the bed at the feeling. 

“Again,” he commanded against my ear before burying his face in my neck, kissing along the bruises he had left before. With a few more pulls of his fingers and circles of my clit I was cumming again. I wasn’t sure if any sound left me that time because the rushing in my ears was too loud to hear anything over. As I slowly came down from whatever plane of existence I had teleported to, I could hear Cody whispering soothing placations in my ear. 

“Such a good girl. So good for me. So good for your Commander.” 

Without any warning, he pushed his cock into me fully until his pubic bone was pressing against my overly sensitive clit. 

“Cody!” I gasped, mind still too numb to realize my mistake. A harsh smack fell on my clit making me yelp.

“What was that?” He demanded as he stayed there fully sheathed within me. I needed him to move, needed to feel him filling me over and over again. 

“Commander! Please move, Commander. You’re my Commander!” I babbled in desperation as I clawed at his back. 

“That’s right,” He urged as he pulled out and plunged back in, pushing the air from my lungs. “I’m your Commander. And your Commander wants you to cum on my cock.” 

His hand wove between our bodies and pressed lightly on my clit, adding just enough pressure to not overstimulate me. His dick reached that perfect spot deep within me and it only took a few more thrusts to send me soaring again. I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing this time. Everything around me faded away except for the feeling of Cody continuing to pump into me, drawing out my latest orgasm. His fingers brushed against my clit, causing a jolt to shoot through me. 

“Too much. Oh Maker, too much,” I protested at the sensation against my overstimulated clit. His pressure lightened but didn’t disappear. 

“Come on, give me one more. I know you can do it,” He urged as he continued plunging into me. With every brush of his cock against that spot deep within me I could feel my muscles growing ever tauter. 

“Give me one more darling and then you’re done. Then you can rest.”

With a sobbing cry I was pushed over the cliff. The only thing I could hear was the sound of Cody’s yell as he filled me. The only thing I could see was the flash of white light behind my closed lids. And all I could feel was the overwhelming explosion of pure bliss overtaking every inch of me. 

I wasn’t sure when I finally came down from my high, but I could hear Cody’s placating voice.

“Shhhhh mesh’la. Shhhh. You did so good. You did amazing. Just rest now.”

And like the good girl I was, I did exactly as I was told. 

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The next time my eyes opened, I was curled up against a still naked Cody, his arms holding me close. I wore an oversized shirt that was soft against my skin. The sound of an alarm had woken me, but it had quickly been snoozed by the other occupant in the bed. I couldn’t recall exactly what brought me to this position, but my groggy mind was fine with letting the rhythmic breathing from Cody lull us back to sleep. Of course the rational side of my mind couldn’t let that happen. 

I shot into a sitting position, mind racing as I recalled the events of the night before. Cody groaned my name, pulling gently on my arm.

“Lay back down. We still have a half hour before we need to be up.”

“Cody, the reports. I never did the reports!” I panicked as I tried to climb out of the bed but he quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down next to him. 

“Cody,” I growled, not pleased with him delaying me once again. 

“The reports are done and the notices have been sent out,” he grumbled against my neck. “Rex and I finished them after you fell asleep.”

“You what?” I gasped. He scrubbed a hand over his face and cracked open his sleep heavy lids. 

“You needed to sleep so I commed Rex and told him I needed him to help me finish the reports for you. He was more than willing to help me make sure you got some rest before we ship out today.”

I couldn’t help the tears that welled in my eyes. 

“You guys didn’t need to do that,” I said. His hand reached up and cupped my cheek. 

“We both love you. You’re one of our closest friends and you constantly try to find ways to make our lives better. You need to learn to let us return the favor sometimes.”

I wrapped my arms around him, curling into his bare chest as I thanked him again. The room fell silent and a thought came to me as I began to doze again. 

“Hey, Cody?” I asked. He hummed in response. 

“Are you telling me Rex was in here after we fucked?”

A loud laugh left him as he pulled me closer.

“Oh that’s exactly what happened.” 

My laugh joined his.

“Exactly how red did he turn when he saw me sleeping in your bed?”

“His face was the color of Fox’s armor.”

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After the next alarm, Cody and I had risen and gotten ready to ship out. We quickly showered together and he helped me wipe away the grime of the battlefield. It was a good thing the cleaning droid would be coming after we left because his bed now looked like a war zone from me rolling around in it. We both donned our blacks and armor and prepped to run to Rex’s room where the upper half of my kit still was. When we reached his room, I let myself in without buzzing. I had hoped to stay quiet enough to not wake him, but Rex was a heavily trained soldier and he immediately shot upwards to assess the threat entering his room.

“Shhhh, Rexxie. It’s just me. Go back to sleep.”

He mumbled my name in question. Eyes squinting at the hallway light slicing through the darkness of his room. 

“I just need to get my stuff before I leave,” I told him as I grabbed my half empty duffle bag with the rest of my kit and the sniper case next to it. 

Rex reached out his hand for me to take and as I took it he pulled me in for a hug. 

“Be safe, Vod,” he said softly as he held me close. 

“Always, Vod. Always,” I replied. “And thank you for last night. I love you guys, too.” 

He let out a happy hum and I pushed him back down on the bed. He had gotten less sleep than me and had been awake just as long. Thankfully, he was getting a week of leave after this last mission as he waited for new soldiers to join the 501st. I kissed him on the forehead and wished him well before leaving his room and letting the door whoosh shut behind me. 

Cody was waiting for me outside and we turned to head to the hanger. As we were about to leave the hallway, we nearly ran into a certain ARC Trooper. 

“Fives!” I said a little too excitedly. The butterflies from the day before had returned at the sight of the trooper. 

“Good morning to you, too. And you Commander,” he greeted with a knowing smirk. “I was just heading to check in with the Captain about training.”

“Let him sleep,” Cody said. “You and your men can take the morning off. I’ll send out an official alert.”

“Thank you, sir,” Fives answered gratefully. He cleared his throat after a moment of silence. 

“Well it was great seeing you both. I’ll just be heading back to bed now.”

He looked to me, mischief clear in his gaze.

“Offer is always open for you to join me sometime.”

I couldn’t help the blush that rose my cheeks as he walked away. Cody nudged me with his elbow, chin beckoning towards Fives’ retreating form. 

“Hey, Fives?” I blurted without thinking. 

He stopped and turned, waiting to see what I would say. 

“How about next time I’m stationed with the 501st we grab a cup of Caf?”

“It’s a date,” He said without hesitation. A happy smile had overtaken his lips and he gave a sweet wave before walking away.

“About damned time,” Cody joked. I balked, elbowing him back.

“You are such a meddler!”

“If I didn’t meddle you’d never get laid!” He shot back as we made our way to the hanger.

“On the topic of getting laid,” A posh voice said from the other side of me. “Could you possibly keep it down next time you’re having night time activities in the room next to mine, Al’verde.” 

For the first time in a very very long time, Cody looked sheepish as Obi Wan admonished him. The snark had been clear in the pointed use of Cody’s preferred term of authority in the bedroom. I couldn’t help the laugh that left me. Obi Wan turned to me, a threat in his eyes.

“And don’t even get me started on what you were sending through the force last night.”

I stopped laughing after that. 

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In Our Favor

Part 31

McCoy

McCoy sat in his first class of the morning with a sense of dread in his stomach. Though he intended to be a doctor, to serve on a starship as Scotty wanted, McCoy had to be able to at least fly a shuttle in an emergency. So he sat, nervously twisting his ring around his finger in a class that would teach him ship flying basics.

He had been engrossed in getting himself into the actual classroom and hadn’t paid attention to anyone else around him. McCoy had no idea if anyone he knew was already sitting. He focused on breathing evenly.

He startled as a hand touched his shoulder.

“Leonard?”

“Ny! Hey,” McCoy said, looking up.

Uhura frowned gently at him.

“You alright? We waved at you, but you didn’t look at us.” Uhura gestured a few seats back. McCoy turned to look and saw Jaylah wave.

“I— yeah. Umm, I’m ok,” McCoy lied.

“Want to come join us?” Uhura still had concern on her face.

“Sure,” he nodded and got quickly to his feet.

“Good morning Just Leonard,” Jaylah greeted him as he sat down next to her.

“Hi.”

“You and Scotty ok?” Uhura asked.

“What? Yeah. Of course,” McCoy said in surprise.

“What is wrong?” Jaylah asked bluntly, looking between McCoy and Uhura.

McCoy ran a hand over his face as he let out a sigh. The girls were going to realize sooner or later if they were in the class with him.

“I’m scared of flying,” he said quietly.

“What?” Jaylah asked.

“You are?” said Uhura.

McCoy nodded. “Terrified. I’ve been trying to get better about it, and it has gotten easier when Scotty’s with me, but…, my mind just thinks up all the things that could go wrong.”

“Oh Leonard,” Uhura said gently. “And you still joined Starfleet?”

He nodded again.

“We will help you,” Jaylah said determinedly.

McCoy couldn’t help a smile at the alien girl.

“Thank you,” he told them. “But please don’t say too much to the others about it please?”

“No problem,” Uhura told him.

“Your secret is safe,” Jaylah said.

Relief spread through McCoy as he left the class with Uhura and Jaylah. It would be another week or two before they began to practice in the flight simulators and he hoped by then he’d be somewhat used to the idea. He said bye to the girls and headed for his next class.

In the classroom he saw an old familiar face and headed straight towards Spock.

“Hey Spock.”

Spock looked flushed as he glanced up at McCoy, and the prince just managed to keep from raising an eyebrow.

“May I?” McCoy asked, waving a hand at the seat next to the Vulcan.

“Fine.”

McCoy looked sharply over at Spock as he sat. Spock had spat the word at him almost angrily. McCoy racked his brain; had he done something to annoy Spock? He could think of nothing.

“How’s your morning going?” McCoy asked, keeping his voice casual. He turned his head slightly. He could see Spock’s jaw clench, then forcibly unclench as he appeared to draw a deep breath.

“It has been fine.”

McCoy watched Spock closer. The other boy seemed to almost be trembling. McCoy began to worry. Spock was always calm and collected.

“You alright? You aren’t getting sick or something?” It would explain the flush on Spock’s face McCoy thought. “Lots of new people in a new place, seems like a—”

“I am perfectly healthy!” Spock burst out, eyes dark with anger.

McCoy put his hands up calmly. “Ok, ok,” he said quickly. “Sorry.” He got his PADD ready to take notes. “Just wanted to make sure,” he muttered.

Part 32

Scotty

At lunch, Scotty noticed that not only Jim was acting strange, but Spock also appeared to be different from his usual self.

There was a flush on his cheeks and his body was trembling slightly. He didn't participate in any conversations and he tried his best to avoid the looks of the others.

It really was strange.

Jim, on the other hand, was looking at anyone except his boyfriend. He chatted with Chekov and Sulu about a class they had had together in the morning, teased Keenser about an alien girl that apparently had a thing for him and overall tried to act carefree and happy.

However, Scotty knew his friend well enough to tell that something was very wrong. If only Jim would talk about it...

In the evening, before dinner, Scotty brought his stuff to their room and he wasn't surprised to find Leonard sitting at his desk, jacket thrown onto the bed.

"Hey there, mo ghràdh," the Scotsman greeted his husband with a kiss to his cheek, hugging him from behind, and he caught a glance at what Leonard was looking at on his PADD.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Angry Vulcans?" Scotty asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

Leonard let out a sigh, eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah, it's just... Spock acted very strange today in class. He basically yelled at me, not controlling his emotion. It was... scary."

"I can believe that," Scotty muttered, pulling over his own chair to sit down next to Leonard. "Did ye find anything?"

The prince groaned and shook his head.

"No. Nothing. It's just like... Vulcans are the greatest mystery in the whole galaxy! And Spock won't talk to me about what's wrong."

Scotty sighed, nodding his head.

"Aye, same with Jim. I know something is going on, but he says it's private and he doesn't want to talk about it."

Leonard moved his eyes from the screen to Scotty's face and smiled bitterly.

"Suppose we both have trouble getting through to our friends, huh?"

Scotty shrugged his shoulders.

"We cannae help it, Len. If they are ready to talk, they will surely tell us first. And then we can support them."

Leonard didn't seem satisfied with that answer, yet still he sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. It's just that... I'm worried. Spock has helped and saved me so many times and now there's nothing I can do for him."

A sad look formed on Leonard's face and Scotty gave him a gentle smile, placing one hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, Len. Ye are there for him. That's all ye can do at the moment. I'm sure that Spock and Jim... they'll get it all sorted out."

Leonard looked about to protest, but Scotty quickly used his chance to change the topic. He knew that talk wouldn't get them anywhere.

"So, how was yer day?"

Leonard sighed once again and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I had one class about learning how to fly a shuttle."

Scotty's mouth formed a silent 'oh' and he squeezed his husband's shoulder even tighter. He knew how scared Leonard was of flying so attending a class about it must have been quite troublesome for him.

"We only talked about stuff in theory. Practice will start in a week or two, but... it's still an uncomfortable thought that I'll have to fly by myself."

Scotty moved closer to Leonard so that he could pull him into a hug.

"I'm so sorry I cannae be with ye. This has to be so hard," the young Scotsman whispered into his love's ear and he could hear Leonard's voice trembling as he sighed.

"It's... it's okay. I have to overcome my fears myself. And, I'm not alone in that class. Ny and Jaylah are there too."

Scotty let go of Leonard so that he could look him in the eyes.

"Did ye tell them about yer fear of flying?"

Leonard nodded.

"Yeah. They would have found out sooner or later anyway, so I thought to myself, why not tell them right away."

Scotty nodded understandingly as he gently stroked Leonard's cheek with his thumb.

"I'm sure they'll support ye in every way they can."

A soft smile crossed Leonard's lips. He knew the girls as well as Scotty did. He knew that they would help him get through it.

"They sure will."

Then his eyes fell back onto his PADD and onto the clock.

"Suppose we better head for dinner now. The others will be waiting."

"Aye," Scotty agreed and a grin formed on his face as he pressed a kiss to Leonard's lips. "And after dinner, I'll make sure to distract ye from yer worries."

Leonard's face mirrored the grin.

"Oh? Well then... I can't wait for it."

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On Death’s Doorstep (pt 17/?)

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Word Count: 1881

Rating: Teen

Pairings: none in this part (it’ll be Anxceit eventually I swear)

Warnings: past character death, dysfunctional family dynamics, probably minor swearing (let’s just assume there’s always some minor swearing in all of my works)

~~~START~~~

Sandman coming into their home without anything to obscure her identity had been a very interesting opportunity, one that Logan immediately took advantage of. Identifying her civilian identity would allow him to add some hopefully useful information into Logan’s currently poultry file on her.

(He hadn’t realized how beneficial it had been to have the government just handing out information on their heroes.)

So engrossed was he in his research that he’d had a few blissful hours where he’d completely forgotten the date. It wasn’t until he left his lab — with his still computer running Sandman’s image through all the databases available to him — and checked his phone that reality hit him.

Today was six years to the day.

Any plans of sleeping were immediately thrown out the window — figuratively of course, as his basement lair had no windows, and plans could not be physically thrown (unless they were written down somewhere) — in favor of making himself presentable. He had someone to meet after all, and with the sun already high in the sky, he ran a serious risk of being late.

After a quick shower, Logan pulled his nicest suit out of his closet. He bought it six years ago and only ever wore it on this date.

He checked himself in the mirror one final time before heading out the door.

At least, he meant to head out the door, but as was their habit — or so it seemed — Janus was waiting for him in his living room.

“I do not require your assistance, Janus,” Logan told them curtly, hoping to curtail their argument before they made it.

“At least let me drive you.”

“Thank you, no. I am quite capable of driving myself.”

“Are you?” Even as they spoke, Logan saw the regret wash over their face.

But it was too late. What was said was said; there was no taking it back now.

All of Logan’s walls flew up as he fought to keep his temper in check.

“Get out,” he hissed. “No, on second thought, stay here, make yourself at home. I am leaving, do not attempt to follow me.”

“I’m sorry, Logan,” Janus whispered, remaining completely still as Logan brushed past them. “I didn’t–”

“I do not care. Leave me alone.” He slammed the door behind him in an attempt to dispel some of his anger before he got behind the wheel of a motor vehicle.

How dare they! The gall! The absolute gall!

Somewhere below him, a door opened as he stormed down the stairs, and by the time he reached the third-floor landing, a small child was waiting excitedly.

“Hi!” Patton smiled up at him as he used the doorframe to swing himself back and forth. His glasses suited his face well, the wide frames making his eyes seem even bigger than they already were, and were very blue as promised.

Instantly, the anger drained from Logan’s body, and he felt a small smile grace his lips.

“Good morning, Patton, I hope you aren’t getting into trouble already.”

“Pat!” Knightcaster called from inside the apartment as Patton’s face turned contrite.

Knightcaster appeared behind the child and wrapped an arm around his chest, clearly intending to pull him out of the door frame back into the apartment. As he did, however, a blaring alarm went off, causing both the hero and his son to cover their ears.

“Sorry!” Knightcaster yelped as Logan shut off the alarm from his phone.

“It is not a problem,” Logan assured him as Patton took a step back, fully in the apartment once more. “Truly, do not worry about it. I do, however, have a very important meeting to get to, so if you will excuse me. Goodbye Patton, goodbye Kn– Virgil.”

“Bye bye!” He heard Patton call behind him as he continued on down to the garage.

It wasn’t until he was adjusting the mirrors in his civilian car that he realized that he’d left his goggles in his own apartment in his haste to get away from Janus.

~~~

He arrived at the cemetery five minutes early, intending to get there first.

Of course, great minds think alike, so there was already a woman waiting for him in front of the gates by the time he arrived.

“Logan,” the woman greeted shortly, scanning Logan up and down for any perceived imperfections.

“Mother,” Logan responded curtly, eyeing her in a similar fashion.

Barbra Picani-Crofter was slightly older than the last time he’d seen her — last year — but she looked healthy for her age. He imagined that she still went out on hikes and attended fitness classes at her local community center.

Logan offered his arm, and the two of them made their way through the rows and rows of headstones before finally stopping.

“Hello, darling,” Barbra smiled sadly at the headstone before them. She laid out the blanket she’d brought with her and carefully sat on the ground, facing the headstone.

Emile Picani  Beloved Son, Brother, Friend  “Ohana means Family, and Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten” 

Logan remained standing, standing just behind his mother so that she wouldn’t notice the tears that sprang to his eyes.

Six years ago today, Emile Picani died in a car crash, and his brother Logan had been completely unable to save him. He’d been twenty-two.

Barbra told Emile all about her year; all of the things she’d done, the hot gossip from the community center, the volunteer work she’d done at the animal shelter.

Logan knew it was all for his benefit. His mother visited Emile often, but she only saw Logan once a year. Neither of them were too pleased with this arrangement, but his mother disapproved of his hobbies, and Logan wasn’t willing to give them up until he’d achieved his goal.

He was so close, if only she would just understand!

“–and of course, that poor young man, Atlas, died a few weeks ago. It’s so sad how young people seem to be dying nowadays.”

“I wouldn’t be too broken up about it,” Logan quipped, his mind turning back to Knightcaster — bloody and unconscious on Janus’s couch — before he quickly stuffed that thought down.

His mother turned sharply, concern clear on her face, but Logan resolutely turned the 3D flower box around in his mind, focused solely on the shifting colors and shapes.

His mother eyed him for another moment before turning back to Emile.

“I don’t need to know,” she decided. “But I will take your word for it. Still though, Knightcaster seemed like a nice boy, I hope he’s doing well; people are saying that he retired, you know.”

Logan rolled his eyes at his mother’s obvious tactics. She was probing for more information, hoping that Logan’s mind would betray him, but Logan had grown up around his mother’s clairvoyancy, he knew how to avoid it.

“You know,” Barbra said after a few more probing comments. “You’re the only person I know who can effectively subvert telepathy, and it’s with Windows 95 screensavers of all things.” She shook her head fondly. “My little brainiac, my how you’ve grown.”

“I am not a child, mother.”

“No,” Barbra agreed sadly. “You lost all of your innocence quite some time ago. Still though,” she reaches out to brush one hand along the top of Emile’s headstone affectionately, “you have that childhood stubbornness.”

Logan said nothing.

“It’s going to start raining soon,” Barbra observed, still gazing at Emile’s grave. “We should get going. Take your dear old mother out to lunch?”

~~~

The restaurant they went to was fairly empty. The lunch rush had ended, allowing Logan and his mother to have a little bit of privacy.

“Logan,” Barbra started after the waiter had taken their order. “I know we don’t talk about your… activities, but I have something I want to say. Something I have been thinking about for quite some time.”

“Mother, you have already expressed your desires for me to pursue an alternative course, I do not see–”

“That's not what I wanted to talk about… exactly. No, Logan I am getting old; I have lived a good life and I love you dearly, but I have lost two husbands and one son. What I’m saying is: when my time comes, let me go. Please.”

“Are you sick?” Logan asked, concerned. “Have you seen–”

“No, no. Nothing like that, dear, don’t worry. But I’m not as young as I used to be, and if something should happen before next year, I just want you to know. Don’t make me one of your experiments, Logan; just let me go.”

Logan didn’t answer. Thoughts were churning through his head at a rapid pace, and for once he didn’t care that his mother could hear them.

“But you are not sick?” Is what he finally landed on. That was the important part.

“No,” Barbra assured him, patting his hand comfortingly. “But you know that my vision is limited.”

Logan nodded.

Mortality was something he had contemplated quite a bit in his life. His father had died when he was seven, and soon after that was when he discovered his animation powers. Then Emile died when Logan was thirty-eight with Emile’s father — Logan’s step-father — dying shortly after; that had started Logan down his current path. His animation powers on their own hadn’t been enough to bring Emile back for any significant amount of time, they weren’t enough to truly defy mortality, he had to do better.

Still though, through it all, he hadn’t given much thought to his mother dying. For years she’d been as steady rock; when Logan’s father died, she worked twice as hard to give Logan a good life, and when Emile died in the middle of her second husband’s chemo treatments, she’d managed to plan the whole funeral herself, and when her second husband’s cancer won, she still picked herself off the ground and kept going.

She couldn’t die.

Barbra smiled sadly, seeing the thoughts as they circled through Logan’s head. “You can’t spend all your time being so afraid of death,” she told him. “Even if you cheat him for a while, he always comes to collect in the end.”

Watch me, Logan thought defiantly.

~~~

Janus was waiting for him in the parking garage when he finally returned home.

“Logan,” they started as soon as he was out of his car. “I’m so sor–”

“Not now, Janus,” Logan brushed past them, intending to head down to his lab. “Your apology is noted, but I have other matters that I must attend to just now.”

“When was the last time you slept?” Janus asked, following him down the stairs.

“Goodbye, Janus.” Logan slammed the door to his lab shut before they could follow him in.

Janus didn’t approve of Logan’s experiments either, he didn’t need to be clairvoyant like his mother to know that. What did either of them know? Logan was close, dammit! What his mother and Janus thought didn’t matter.

His intention had been to run through the data from his last test and maybe set up for a new one, but he got distracted by a message from his computer.

Identity Match

His experiments could wait. It was time to find out Sandman’s secret identity.

Oh… well that does complicate things, doesn’t it?

~~~END~~~

Great, Emile’s dead and now no one can get the therapy they all so desperately need 🙃

I swear Virgil’s the main character in this fic…

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[embossross]

Let’s get started by the start : HEY ROSS HOW ARE YOU 🤩🤩 ??? I'm so happy to read you after all this time !! I had to admit that for a few weeks, i thougt you have abandonned the writting (no pressure here, you know it). How’s the new job ?? I’ve missed you !

For once, this won't be a live-reaction, I'm on vacation and still in bed, and I was so engrossed in my reading that I didn't take the time to grab a second screen.

My poor girl, at first, and this is most certainly intentional on your part, I thought she already knew about the videos and was just leaving the country like « no, this is too much for me, bye lol 🫡 » but then I understood this need to no longer exist and indeed, what could be better than an airport ? Which is ambivalent, because your identity is meticulously controlled there, and at the same time, it's often where you find the biggest crowds of anonymous people, idk if you know what I mean.

Takashi.. when I think I felt bad for that guy.. lol I hope someone (Shuji) will make him suffer like he makes Doc suffer.

Poor thing.. the two « men in her life » are vengeful bastards.

Her mental breakdown when Hanma wanted to take her home was incredible, so relatable. I think if I'd had a handbag, I'd probably have attacked him with it.

And Hanma.. Oh Hanma, I have to admit that even if I'd have attacked him, and even if I would like him dead, I think I'd still have ended up following him, because he'd be the last constant in my life. But the suicide threat is so much « her » too, and so much more logical. Who'd want that raving lunatic Hanma Shuji as their only marker (except me, lol)?

So now what can happen to her ? To them ? I'm worried but so excited to find out !!

By the way, are you prioritizing FHMTH before moving on to another fic or were you just indulging us, given the suspense of the last chapter ?

See youuuu 💕💕

awww thank you so much! i was pretty iffy on this one, so i'm glad you liked it 🥹🥹🥹 my job has been great! it's not even that busy. it just has completely changed my schedule and i haven't built in good writing times, so i've slowed down a lot. i'm so close to the finished line for this one, and i vow i will finish no matter what.

and on that note, yep i am prioritizing fhmty! we're in the middle of the final arc, and i want to stick close to it and see my vision finally all come together!

i love the way you describe the feeling of being in an airport! and i know exactly what you mean. i've been doing some travel for work and i realized it was the perfect liminal space as reader hovers on the precipice of a decision. they're just neat tbh. and i am so glad you thought she was skipping out of town! i structured the start of the chapter that way on purpose to trick you!!! i love when stuff works!

thank you for liking the breakdown at the end. it's honestly the part of the chapter i'm most on the fence about. i worried it lacked subtlety, so it's a relief that it was cathartic to readers :)

anyway you are so absolutely kind and i hope you have a fantastic time on vacation!!!

[enjolrasesque]

Letters of Starsea

posting my Violet Evergarden AU fic here because why not?

word count: 6.4k

also in ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32894488/chapters/81632011

Chapter 1: From the Bottom of my Heart

          The darkened skies over the horizon casted a gloomy gaze upon the world and the bustling Liyue Harbor seems to be livelier than it was in the morning. The streetlights and gaudy paper lanterns flickered to life on the busy streets. Guiding the people to their destinations, illuminating the roadside stalls and small shops and their products and wares up for bargaining.

Ajax always liked the atmosphere in Liyue no matter how humid it is compared to Snezhnaya; he always found himself coming back to the city. And now, he’s not alone as he traversed through the busy streets, trailing behind him is a lady of small stature with golden hair and golden doe eyes who never strayed and always followed him.

Tonight of course was no exception.

He could feel her presence, how she could never be bothered by things nor care for the noise and high spirits of her surroundings. The way she followed him like a lost puppy was adorable at an extent, but the more she sticked, the more it tore his heart to see her like that. So innocent yet…

Her presence waned, and he stopped his tracks to look back at her. She was standing in front of a little stall, finding her too enamored with whatever caught her eyes along the numerous precious gems and delightful trinkets the shop was selling.

“What’s the matter Lumine?”

She looked at him with those big golden eyes, “I see your eyes. It’s the same color as your eyes.”

He felt a lump grow on his throat and furrowed his brows in a mix of emotions too complicated to sort. Walking closer he looked upon the item she was eyeing. It was a lovely brooch a little smaller than the size of her small fists. Oval shaped sapphire framed on ornate gold, sparkling like the deep blue sea, so blue it drowned her. Pulled her until it swallowed her whole.

Lumine turned her eyes again to the brooch, clutching her chest, “When I saw it, I felt something. I wonder…”

“What is that feeling called?”

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It may not seem like it, but Scaramouche like taking walks to appreciate nature, but never in his life did he appreciate walking long distances, especially as the sun beats down on the earth like a madman. He really wanted to appreciate the healthy marsh of Dihua—vast skies and clear waters, graceful cranes flocking with one another—but it bothers him how his black shirt clung on his chest as sweat trickled from his forehead; his large hat didn’t help with repelling the heat flaring from the ground.

Unfortunately, as much of a prick he is said to be, he owed his dear friend a promise. Now here he was unable to take a leisurely stroll before going to work and instead in front of a quaint hospital far away from the capital city of another nation, ready to fetch the Battle Doll of Snezhnaya as per his friend’s request.

The Battle Doll’s existence is kept under the wraps. Those who knew of her were her comrades during the war and the enemies who saw her unmatched prowess, either way, both parties who knew her took her as a blade who would cut anyone’s throat... A gun who would shoot your enemies on the temple. A girl barely with human qualities (whatever makes a human) who will fight and win battles as she was ordered to. A mindless bomb that would kill without second thoughts once detonated.

The large Cuihua door of the small hospital opened, revealing a nurse who bowed to him with respect, “Master Harbinger, please, follow me.”

The interior of the hospital wasn’t that bad for a hospital far from the city, the wooden walls were painted beige, unlit seashell lamps on the wall as the sun beamed happily through the numerous windows along the building.

BANG! A loud clatter was heard along the corridors, snapping Scaramouche’s appraisal as he took off his hat. The nurse hurriedly excused herself as she followed the sound, Scaramouche jogging along with her.

“Ah! Miss Lumine!” the nurse gasped at the scene they arrived to, the girl was on the floor bandages on her arms and patches on her head, papers and a quill littering around her.

The Battle Doll looked vulnerable at this state. Ah, no. Scaramouche corrected himself, that was not the word appropriate to use... although it held truth. She did not look vulnerable. Rather she looked normal. Not unlike what she was painted as, a heartless tool who only knows to follow the orders she’s directed to do.

He crouched and decided to help the nurse raise her up with the nurse inquiring: “Are you hurt?”

The Battle Doll of Snezhnaya… No… Lumine, Scaramouche found correcting himself again, did not answer the question. Her lips were pursed as she started looking around for more. Fliting her pupils around and to the door wide open before finally speaking. “Where is he? Where’s Master Ajax?”

The mauve haired man anticipated this of course and answered in an even tone: “He’s not here.”

“Where is he? Is he back at home? Is he on leave? How about his injuries?” the girl’s question and tone did not falter, and Scaramouche could only listen. “He had grave injuries! How is he? He’s alive right?”

Scaramouche was taken aback by the girl’s actions, he already knew of the clear attachment and perhaps even reverence that she held for his coworker, but he was certainly shocked to see it first-hand.

“Ah good news Miss Lumine,” the nurse decided to chime in. “You can be discharged now. Master Harbinger Scaramouche came all the way here to pick you up.

“Ah,” he got up, taking a few pieces of paper from the floor in the process, “Yes.”

Lumine hastily got up and offered a salutation, “Pardon me, Master Harbinger Scaramouche.”

“At ease, Lumine.”

“I am terribly sorry to report that I could not remember your name and rank, my lord.”

“That matters little. Now take a seat. Do you remember me?”

“Yes. We met twice. First at the training barracks and second at the night before the final battle.”

“What were you doing?” he glanced at the remaining papers and quill set down by the nurse to the overhead table. A piece of paper, clearly meant to be a letter, caught his eyes.

“I am writing a report for Master Ajax. I was told that putting pen to paper would also help in my recovery. What happened to him?”

Seems there really was no stopping this girl from inquiring about the red headed dumbass, the short man sighed, “That idiot Childe asked me to come here and fetch you."

“I see, he’s alive and well. The doctors and nurses said we won the war. When will I rendezvous with him?”

He did not answer, waving his hands to dismiss her thoughts, “Get dressed. I’ll call us a ride.”

The vehicle arrived a little longer than anticipated, some moments later after lunch. Perhaps it was because of how far Dihua is from the capitol, and the tides washing the roads made it a little hard for to pass through that vehicles had to take a detour through the forest.

“Here are your belongings,” the nurse smiled at Lumine, handing her a brown suitcase, “The courier said that it came a little later as it was mistakenly shipped off to another camp.”

Lumine hurriedly opened the suitcase, inspecting all her items with hastiness, “My brooch…” she murmured. Her aloof face paired with her fiery golden eyes looked at the nurse, her voice raised. “Where’s my sapphire brooch?”

“Ah, but they said that’s the only items found on your headquarters and by your side.”

Lumine locked her swiftly, standing up so fast that Scaramouche felt he would be dizzy if he did the same. “I see. Then I must look for it if it’s not here.” Dragging her still recovering body with her tiny feet as fast as she could, she jogged down the road, causing the purple haired Harbinger to sigh, feeling a migraine forming from the heat, with a dash of forcing himself to be cordial, and a sprinkle of the girl’s stubbornness in relation to Ajax. He yanked her arm to stop her, looking at her eyes with impasse.

“It’s important! It’s a gift from Master Ajax!”

With a sigh, Scaramouche let her arm go and rubbed his temples, “Fine. I’ll find it for you. I promise.”

“Then make a pinkie promise!” she said, holding out a pinkie.

He indulged the girl holding out his pinky the girl quickly latching hers with his. “You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again.” They said synchronously both with detachment, but with Lumine doing it anyway as her Master Ajax taught her, though Scaramouche’s compliance bordered to annoyance.

‘Ah, yes’, he thought after hearing those rhymes again. Snezhnayans and their vodka, and their pinkie promises and morbid nursery rhymes as intense as the cold winters of the nation. Scaramouche was thankful that even though he grew up in the said country he didn’t adapt all those nonentities, but one will say, a certain blockhead with ginger haired called Childe, maybe those macabre nursery rhymes are suitable for Scaramouche’s height and his violent nature. The ginger idiot even passed his idiocy on to Lumine, how charming.

“Alright, now that we’re done let’s get moving… As Childe's order.”

There was hesitance on her being but nonetheless after a few heart beats passed, “Roger that.”

The silence as they traversed the roads on the thicket didn’t last long, as once again, Lumine asked about the Harbinger she serves. “Master Scaramouche, when will Master Ajax give me my next assignment? Some missions may be beyond me while I am at this state, but...”

“Lumine,” he cut her off. Perhaps it was time for him to heed Mona’s advice. Scaramouche lifted his hat from across the car, grabbing four, small stuffed animals: a lemon-colored bunny, a cat as black as soot, a red fox, and a gray owl. “Let’s celebrate your discharge, choose one. I don’t know your preferences, so I bought all of it.”

“I don’t need them.”

Scaramouche hid his crestfallen look— ‘So much for this to cheer people up huh? Thanks to nothing Mona!’ he thought. But of course, he won’t falter, he knew that in some ways he can coax the girl to choose one. Maybe tell her its an order, but again, upon request, he can’t treat the Battle Doll of Snezhnaya as a Battle Doll but rather as a normal girl.

“Let’s say the sun will fall upon the world if you don’t choose one… Pick!”

“One… Two…”

“The fox then.”

“Great!” he sighed inwardly. While he did have money for that luxury, he has more important things to put his money on. And now that he thought of it, perhaps Mona just wanted some stuffed animals and somehow with her weird hydromancy knows that he’ll not give all the toys to the girl.

Lumine gingerly took the item, squishing the soft material, pulling it closer to her face.

“Why did you choose the fox?”

“It’s the closest to a dog and Master Harbinger’s older sister said I am Ajax’s dog.”

Scaramouche choked on nothing at her answer. The girl really has no awareness about society, and as for Childe’s older sister… that woman really doesn’t know how to bite her tongue, and here he thought he was the most heartless of all the Harbingers. “Ahem. This journey will take a little while as the railroads are useless. Have you ever been to Snezhnaya?”

Lumine shook her head, “No.”

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Lumine’s moments during the final battle was marked with blood. So much blood that it soaked her and Childe’s military uniform like a heavy downpour of rain. The corridor they were staying on was dark and the deep night skies made the chambers darker. For Lumine, her Master Harbinger is her light. A beacon glowing beautifully despite all the blood seeping on his garb and his bleeding left eye.

“Lumine.” His boyish voice drew her in like a moth to a light. “You must live and be free.”

Her chest tightened, tears beginning to well upon her eyes. The feeling she couldn’t comprehend put a chokehold on her heart. There was too much going on in her mind and her heart is giving out too with just those thoughts and the scene in front of her. Her Master Harbinger covered in his own blood; blue eyes with tears threatening to spill.

“From the bottom of my heart…”

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Snezhnaya is known for its long, severe winters, white blanketing the whole nation, but none talked much about its beauty during the spring, when the ice and snow thawed out giving way to grass patches littered with chamomile and golden root, a cool spring breeze whispering on the land. This is the kind of walks Scaramouche likes, not the blazing sun beating down in Dihua.

“Ajax was worried about your life after the war. He told me he wanted to leave you in the care of the Gunnhildr Family, a faraway relative that he trusts enough to care for you.” Scaramouche informed her once they were in front of the Gunnhildr manor. “The current master of the Gunnhildr agreed to take you in.”

The manor wasn’t too large but that made it look prettier in a sense. The house was made of gray and brownish bricks and blue green tiled roof, the walls had philameno mushrooms sticking from it as if it hasn’t been cleaned. The garden had firmly cut hedges and little pine trees, shrubs of different colors and sizes, but unlike the other gardens, instead of chamomile and tulips, there were a few rose bushes and seemingly a thousand of dandelions instead.

The pine door of the mansion opened before Lumine could speak, revealing a taller lady with blonde hair tied with a black bow in a ponytail and blue eyes the same color as her dress. She smiled, “Welcome.”

“Come, Lumine.” Scaramouche gestured for her to come closer to the stranger who will take her in. “This is Jean Gunnhildr, she was once the Acting Grandmaster of the academy we went in, although she’s not too far from our age, she’s also the next head of the Gunnhildr family.”

Lumine straightened her back and saluted, a serious look on her doll-like face. Jean smiled a little in shock and perhaps adoration at the girl’s antics while Scaramouche looked like he just tasted the worst chamomile tea in his life after that one time (when Childe gave him a chamomile tea that tasted like the man’s bullshit). Quickly regaining his composure, “Just a simple bow would be enough.”

The Gunnhildr’s sitting room had the atmosphere of something classic, ornate furniture of red pine wood, a soft, large, red carpet with the pattern of dandelions and wings, related to the Gunnhildr’s tight relation with the Nation of Freedom, tall but thin windows with red curtains parting to let light pass through. Glass lamps on the walls and pots and paintings of different flowers ranging from irises to violets and dandelions. The table was set with a cake stand filled with tiny desserts and steaming rose tea, the room smelled of ripe sunsettias and rose perfume.

Jean was the first to talk once they were seated comfortably, addressing how long the 6th of the 11 Harbingers came along with the girl. “I did not know that travelling from Dihua Marsh would take up to a week now.”

Scaramouche nodded, “Yes. Normally it would take only a couple of days or four at most, but the railways on Stone Gate had collapsed and it will take time to get it back on track.”

Jean looked at the other blonde who was silently listening and patiently seated, though her golden eyes were far off from the reality she’s currently on. “Lumine, drink up.” She offered with a smile.

The girl of course, nodded at the order, her bandaged hands grasping the clear glass cup of rose tea. The lady of the Gunnhildr gasped as she saw the unstable rocking of the teacup on her hands, “Lumine, oh, Archons, pardon me! Do not push yourself!”

But what was done is done. The teacup fell back on its saucer the rose tea and petals spilling on the table, drenching one of her bandaged hands.

“Oh!” Jean stood up, not wanting to make the injuries of the girl worse, “You’ll get burned!”

“Please do not worry. I do not feel heat.”

“But we must use another bandage after that! Noelle, bring us some ice!”

The maid behind them nodded and followed up to the directions quickly. “Yes ma’am.” Lumine acted first before anything, her other hand started taking off the bandages doused with hot tea, pulling the eyes of everyone on the room. Her bandages fell to her lap, revealing that instead of warm porcelain skin the same color of her face, the supposed gentle arms of a young lady were made of cold and hard metal.

“My arms are made of adamantine. They may seem clumsy, but they are very sturdy. I’m just not used to them,” she raised her bandaged arms as she looked at Jean’s concerned face, the joints and all the spaces glittering in metallic sheen. “But I believe they will act just like another part of my body.”

Jean’s look was now etched with a serene smile after a few moments, she admires this girl, that’s what she decided from then on. “Please come with me for a moment.”

Following Jean was Lumine and Scaramouche to a room just a little away from the sitting room, filled with pictures of Jean herself, and perhaps her parents, and one portrait of Jean and a young girl with two curly pigtails that Lumine thinks she remembers.

“Here,” Jean turned and offered Lumine a pair of black gloves with a purple rose embroidered on each, “I used to wear them when I was still in the academy.”

Scaramouche nodded, remembering the times Jean did her rounds at the academy in her signature gloves with embroidered roses, always holding one cane on her hand to whack students almost of her age to go forth to their respective classes. “Try them on.”

The smaller blonde took the gloves from Jean’s hands, and with the help of her teeth, she managed to put them on her hands thoroughly.

“It fits you perfectly.”

“Truly.”

“Alright, I’m taking my leave then. I must get back to the office.” Scaramouche spoke as Lumine glanced at the gloves covering her hand. “Lumine. Be good and listen to Jean, understood?”

“It’s alright, I’m sure Lumine is a wonderful girl, Barbara told me so.” Jean looked at Lumine, “Think of us as your real family, okay? You can talk to me with whatever concerns you.”

“I never had a family. I do not need a new one,” spoke Lumine’s monotonous voice.

“A family makes one’s life better at most,” Jean spoke, “Me and my late sister only have our father left but then Barbara died when helping during the war.”

“I cannot be a replacement for Miss Barbara.”

“Lumine,” Scaramouche started sternly, his authoritative aura slipping through. “Childe wants you to live a happy and fulfilled life in this household. I’m sure you understand that… Right?”

Scaramouche already knows it, but the Battle Doll of Snezhnaya was very persistent with anything related to the 11th Harbinger. So, when the door of the Gunnhildr’s mansion opened revealing Lumine, it wasn’t much a shock either.

“Why is Master Ajax putting me here? Is it because I lost my arms and my value as a weapon?” She asked him, slowly walking towards him with those ever fire in her eyes, the only thing constant in her nonetheless emotionless face, “I know that if I train again, I can fight like before!”

“Lumine, the war is over.”

“I’m the 11th Harbinger’s tool,” she declared. “But if I am no longer needed, then dispose of me. Please cast me aside and throw me somewhere else.”

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He is a dick. That much was evident, but as for the few days he had spent with Childe’s little lady, he found out he too can be civil. He is a dick but that doesn’t mean he had the heart to snap to the girl who carried herself like a soldier, looked like a doll, but is just a little girl deep inside. And hearing those pitiful words from her, it took Scaramouche’s brain to thinking that maybe he can convince Mona to adopt this girl instead. Fuck making babies, Lumine will be their child.

Besides, despite treating her as a normal person, he still understands that the girl lived off Childe’s orders and leaving her in the Gunnhildr’s without a direction would leave a bad taste on his mouth… and if Mona hears it, it will lead to the raven-haired girl telling him to square up.

“Master Harbinger.”

“While I do like the title, there’s no need to call me that anymore, I’ve quit military.” He told her as they walked to his office.

“Then how should I address you?”

“Boss.” He answered once they stopped on a large building of orange and red bricks. “I own this company here.” Opening the large double doors of the building gave sight to the charming workplace. It was bright and cheery, a little calm despite the hustle and bustle of the workers and customers on the area. The windows were big enough that sunlight passed through despite the birch desks and shelves lined up perfectly against it, women and men in black and purple uniform with pretty impressions accompanied with amiable voices. “The first floor has the office and the ghostwriting department.”

“Ghostwriting?”

“Not everyone can write you know,” he explained, “Thus we write letters as per client’s requests.”

“I couldn’t either.” Lumine answered, “Not until Master Ajax taught me.”

Scaramouche hummed in response, continuing to walk to his office and talked more about the company, explaining how he used his money to buy an old mansion after retiring from the war and all that, “I always thought of opening up a business once the war ended, preferably just to not hear the other Harbinger’s bitching and all that, I had no idea what business though. Then Mona pointed out that the government’s postal services is not available to civilians, so she suggested this line of business.”

“Anyway, Lumine Gunnhildr, since Childe… no, Tartaglia left you on my hands, I will be the one giving out your orders instead. You serve a purpose, and my order for you is to work… Here.”

That was probably the longest while Scaramouche’s mouth didn’t spout any insults, however now that he can sense Thoma was somewhere hidden on the shelves, he decided to fuck with it, the girl met him as a vulgar higherup during their servitude to military anyway. “Thoma!”

“What do you want you midget?”

Lumine turned her attention to the direction of the voice while Scaramouche’s head ticked at the tone and choice of words, “You mean, ‘What can I do for you, boss’?”

The man named Thoma showed himself, he was tall, like her Master Ajax, with long, dark blond hair and friendly green orbs, he sighed, his voice as severe as the emerald of his eyes, “Well, what the hell do you want?”

As swift as he is on the battlefield, Scaramouche grabbed a nearby book and slapped it on Thoma’s chin, the sound of a book meeting flesh and bones resonating the area.

“Ow! What was that for?”

Scaramouche didn’t bother to answer, and instead formally introduced the taller man to Lumine. “This is Thoma, he’s one of the postmen. We’ve been joined by the hip ever since and unfortunately for me a little closer when this company was founded. Thoma, this is Lumine, she’ll be joining you as a postman starting today.”

Lumine almost saluted again but quickly caught herself and instead opted to a simple bow.

“She’s a kid.”

“Well, are you telling me I look like one?”

“Well, you’re tiny and have that teenage angst so yes.”

Scaramouche knocked on Thoma’s stomach, now with his fist, earning a groan of pain from the taller man and started explaining, “Besides her ability to finish a mission is unmatched even if she is. I need to do other things so show her the way.”

Thoma sighed rubbing his reddening chin, signaling Lumine to follow him.

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As Thoma showed the new girl around, he noticed how she wouldn’t react and how little she talked. Only speaking when spoken to and sporting an ever-inexpressive look on her face, saying “Understood” the way a soldier would. She was like a doll: silky sunshine hair, deep golden eyes, porcelain skin… and maybe an invisible control bar and strings that helps her do her limited actions.

“Here’s your uniform, go get changed.”

But if the girl wasn’t already like a doll, she seems to also have little knowledge of what can be seen as normal as she lifted her blouse in front of him ready to change her outfit as ordered. “Wait!” But Lumine didn’t wait so he decided to turn around and wait for her to finish.

Once she was done, Thoma reviewed how she looked on the uniform. And obviously, it was too baggy on her small frame, “It’s kinda too big on you.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

“Don’t you want to take of your gloves?”

And she did, pulling away the dark fabric from her metallic hands with her teeth. The metallic luster glimmered on Thoma’s face, but he wasn't detered, he wondered more about this girl’s ability to perform as a mailman than her prosthetics. “Would sorting mail be hard for you?”

“No, it shouldn’t pose a major problem.”

“Alright,” he took a letter from the table beside them, pointing at the address at the envelope, “Sort them by the street names written here and put them in that shelf.” He turned his finger to the nearby birch shelf where he was once preoccupied before Scaramouche’s and Lumine’s arrival. “We always have a ton of packages and mails, but you don’t have to rush your work. If you want to take a break, there’s a room on the second floor.”

Thoma gathered his bag and items, preparing to leave, and Lumine saluted, “Roger.”

“Later then,” the blond male smiled, excusing himself.

The sun has started setting when Thoma finished all his assigned deliveries due for the day. Much to his shock when came back, Lumine was till there, arranging and stacking the mails on the shelf as she was told to do so. The sunset that filtered through the windows offered little light needed but she didn’t stop.

“I’ll be finished with my assignment shortly,” Lumine spoke once she noticed his arrival.

“Did you take a break?”

“I’m used to operating in long hours.”

Thoma sighed, the girl didn’t answer his question directly, but it was enough confirmation that she indeed did not even stop once she started. “Make sure to take a break sometimes…, Would you like to try delivering next time?”

“Delivering?”

“Taking the mail to the address written on the envelope,” the girl glanced at the map of the Snezhnayan capital, Zapolyarny, on the wall, and Thoma continued, “Alright, I’m going home now. You should take a rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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When the clock ticked seven at night, Scaramouche found himself sitting on a bus, his shoulder tense from weariness after a meeting. “’We’ll consider an investment depending on your results’, what kind of bullshit is that? Hmm, but I guess that makes sense too.”

His purple gaze turned to the dim sky and then to the lantern lit streets of the city, there he could see from the bus’s window, a mailman with a cart filled with mail stood, “Huh? Night deliveries? I wonder when we’ll be able to do that.”

Fuck.

It was Lumine.

Oh dear Archons it was Lumine! He knew that golden hair that peeked on the mailman’s cap—as he's literally now her father—even without sufficient light to confirm it, he knew that it was the said girl, specially as he saw his company’s insignia on the cart.

Scaramouche quickly took off from the bus, following the little lady’s tracks, “Lumine!”

The girl turned to the man who looked as if he lost three years of his lifespan from stress, “What are you doing?” he asked once he caught up.

“A delivery run.”

“When I said try delivering next time, I meant tomorrow,” Thoma sighed, looking at the blonde girl who have yet to eat her meal.

Scaramouche shook his head, taking some sushi from the platter, “Also, take a break from work, you just got out of the hospital.”

“It’s not a problem.”

“It is a problem!” Thoma countered the girl, taking his own fill of food.

Their boss noticed Lumine’s untouched plate and added, “Lumine, you may eat.”

And only when she was ordered did the girl pick up the chopsticks in front of her, “I will. Thank you.”

“Once we’re done, I’ll walk you back to the office. The attic is the only available room but its already set up for you to stay there.” Gulping down his shot of sake, he continued, “The Gunnhildr also said that they’re still willing to support you until you find your track and if you are willing enough, maybe even work in their line of business, but as for living with them…”

Scaramouche and Lumine walked back to the office after parting ways with Thoma, basking under the night sky and nearly empty streets. He was late, maybe Mona will get angry with him, but he’s pretty sure her weird divinations will tell her that he is taking care of the girl Ajax has entrusted to him… to them.

“What were the last orders Childe gave you?”

“Run. Live free. Also… he said, ‘I’…” but the words did not slip away from Lumine’s mouth. Scaramouche didn't pay it any mind.

“Ever since your existence was revealed, you’ve spent your days with focusing on missions and completing them… Correct? That is done now, a new horizon awaits you where you can learn new things.” He stopped his tracks, pondering which words he should use to not sound offensive, although he is a naturally offensive person. “Though, I think it’s easier to live a life of blissful ignorance. I’m sure you have not realized it yet but everything you’ve done so far has caused a storm, and you are drowning deep into its flood.”

The girl looked at him curiously, then at her clothing and herself, “But I’m not even soaked.”

“Oh, but you are.”

“I am not. You do not make sense.”

“You are. As I said, you may have yet to realize it, but you definitely are.” Snippets of Lumine’s performance in the training camp a few years ago flashed on Scaramouche’s eyes, a little lady older than she looked, yet was innocent all the same. A little girl with red dripping on her ledger. “I pretended not to see it; I had a reputation to keep after all. But now that Childe has left you in my care, I think this is my chance to make amends.”

“You’ll understand me one day. Only then will you realize that the storms you’ve caused have drowned your lungs and you can barely breath.”

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A knock on the company’s door came first thing in the early morning while Lumine was cleaning the windows, a man came in and greeted her with a polite smile.

“Are you a Doll?”

“No. I’m Lumine.”

The man observed the evident uniqueness of the girl before continuing. A girl who wasn’t a doll, yet most certainly looks like one, “Well, Miss Lumine, I’d like to request a ghostwriting.”

“A ghostwriting?”

“Yes, I can’t write, but I want to. So, I’d like you to write a letter for me.”

“What would you want me to write?”

“You want to talk about that here and now?”

“Will that pose a problem?”

“Umm…” the man tottered but continued after, “It’s for a friend. I heard that she’s planning to get married with another man. So… I want you to tell her that—”

“Ah, good morning sir. May I ask what service you require here?” Another presence at the door came, revealing a gorgeous woman: tall, with wavy, honey brown hair, emerald eyes, fair skin, and a gentle velvety voice wearing a purple and white dress with open slits at the sides lined with gold, black lace stockings, black high heels, and a gold necklace with roses on her being.

“I-I’m here for a ghostwriting request.”

“Perfect!” she smiled sweetly, as sweet as the rose perfume that wafts around her. “Come.” She took a glance to Lumine, “You too sweetie.”

Once they settled in on the brunette lady’s desk, she quickly started typing, deciphering the words written deep inside the man’s heart. For Lumine, it felt like a walk to remember, every line the lady spoke that she was writing struck a lightning on her heart. Memories of her and her Master spiraling back to her.

She remembered the way he first wrapped his arms around her in their first meeting. His arms were warm and inviting, a cradle that tells her she is safe and sound as long as he was there.

She remembered how she always followed his steps, on training or in the battlefield. A mop of ginger hair became too familiar, and it made her feel like she’s truly there and existing… With him. And those battles they spent with one another, striking enemies down to ensure they would stay alive and see each other again.

The times where he would look at her with such intense emotions on his eyes—one she could only dream to decipher, before they go to the battlefield. Before he orders his men to charge into a bloodbath.

“We may be far away from one another now but I… I love you.” Those words from the beautiful Doll snapped Lumine back to the reality in front of her. She kept working and asked the man. “Is that alright?”

“Yes!” the man nodded fervently, completely satisfied with the woman’s work.

The violet rose lady smiled and spoke again, “I love you” as if testing how the words would sound from her voice. She heated up a red wax, using it to seal the letter she had just finished writing. Gently pushing the seal on the envelope. “Please take this to the ground floor and complete the mailing paperwork.” She stood up, showing her beautiful figure and elegance, a gentle smile on her lips. “Thank you very much for using our Auto Memoir Doll service, sir.”

The man left after returning a bow to the beautiful brunette who turned to Lumine who was standing in front of her work stall, “And who are you cutie?”

“How could you tell?”

“Huh?”

“How could you tell that man wanted to say ‘I love you’?”

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Later after that encounter, Scaramouche found Lumine in front of his desk, asking for a new job description.

“You want to work in the Auto Memoir Dolls?”

Yes. I’m still having a hard time when holding a pen, but I am able to use the typewriter.”

“No,” Scaramouche cut her off before she could get into more details, “I’m asking why you want to be a Doll.”

“I want to know what I love you means!” she declared, she felt herself gripping on her long, blue skirt. “After giving me his final orders, Master Harbinger Tartaglia spoke those words to me.”

Scaramouche already knew at some deepest depths of his heart that his dear friend held those feelings for the girl he took in but hearing it from a girl who is literally unable to lie was something else. And one with little understanding to emotions too.

“That was the first time I heard him say it. I can’t understand it, but I want to.” The grip on her skirt tightened as she spoke, and Scaramouche noticed that his hands were balled into fists and unclasped it.

“To understand those words is what makes an Auto Memoir Doll. But I’ll give you a pass.”

After doing nothing but following Ajax’s orders for so long, for the first time, the girl made a step for herself.

The girl they called a tool without a mind of her own, wanted to know what 'I love you' means.

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Her other arm fell like it was nothing as bullet passed through it making Ajax’s face contort with more horror than when he realized they were both drenched in blood of their own and their enemies.

“I swear! I swear I won’t let you die Master Harbinger!” she declared so fervently once she turned to him, tears welling on the corner of her eyes as she tried to carry him with her bare teeth as both arms already severed.

“Stop.”

Lumine dragged him as much as her teeth could pull, Ajax knew it was hopeless for him. But for her, she could. She can live and taste what being a normal girl is like. As she should. As she deserved. Not a life of blood and killing, and bombs and guns. None of that.

“That’s enough!” he managed to muster his authoritative voice to the girl, and she did what he wanted. “You must live. Lumine… You must live and be free.”

She just looked at him, her mouth pursed, and her eyes glazed. But he knew, oh he knew the girl would not come to understand it that moment why she was feeling it. Why her body shook as she cried so viciously. That it was not just the injuries that seared through them like flames and poison.

“From the bottom of my heart,” he looked at her angelic face golden eyes glossed with tears, she looked so young… so young compared to her age and the things she was ordered to do, and the things she was willing to do. A tear fell from his eye as he spoke. “I love you.”

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summary: you’re high out of your mind for the first time and rafe’s surprised by your sudden and explicit confession.

warnings: smut, y’all.

notes: the rafe in this/all my fics isn’t canon and i just love drew but i feel weird writing for a real person ok. also let me emphasize (again) that i am NOT excusing his behavior by writing my stories with him. this is my imagination in it, there’s literally nothing canon about his character. okay bye happy reading. 

writing this is pure wish fulfillment. BYEEEEEEE.

For the better half of six months, Rafe Cameron had been lucky enough to call you his girlfriend.

Rafe could remember the exact moment a mutual friend had introduced the two of you. Topper, his best friend since the beginning of freshman year, put together a welcoming party for his new apartment that he leased at the beginning of senior year of college. You were a starting junior at the time and knew Topper because he was a teaching assistant in your introductory economics class, and the unlikely friendship between the widely popular frat boy and the bookish wine drinker was born.

You were sitting on the couch’s arm rest when he arrived and Rafe hadn’t taken notice of you in favor of congratulating Topper on the new place, setting a bottle of wine as a warming gift. Engrossed in a conversation, you didn’t notice Topper introducing his best friend to everyone he didn’t know at the party until Rafe greeted your counterpart and looked at you.

You smiled at him and stuck your hand out for him to shake. Rafe could vividly remember how soft they were and how you hadn’t broken eye contact with him when he returned the favor. Neither of you spoke to one another for the rest of the night aside from small talk when you offered to help Topper clean up the living room when the majority of the guests began to leave. Rafe decided to forego a ride from a friend in favor of helping you pick up wine glasses and paper plates from the floor and bookshelves.

What started as an innocent introduction became a case of pining; Rafe saw you everywhere he went after that party and swore the universe had an agenda. You would enter the library as he was leaving. Whenever he’d stop by the coffee shop on campus, you’d be chatting with a friend at a table by the window. Rafe would see you walk past his advisor’s office whenever he appeared early for his appointment. He concluded that it wasn’t just a coincidence and he knew he had to say something to you sooner rather than later.

Constantly seeing you started the fluttering feeling in his stomach and the smile he couldn’t seem to wipe off his face. It was a coincidence that you bumped into Rafe and Topper in the mess hall one evening and spent two hours in the same spot, laughing about a conversation Rafe couldn’t remember. All he could recall was feeling like he had nothing to worry about for the first time.

Topper was the one to give Rafe your phone number after noticing how long he’d spend staring at you and picked up how innocuously shy Rafe would act when asking if you were coming to one of their frat parties. Rafe always knew the answer was no, because he learned you weren’t the party type, but that didn’t stop him from wishing he’d have a reason to see you. Topper wasn’t shy about putting your number in his phone and Rafe put it to good use an hour later.

Rafe didn’t go to the frat party at the biggest house on the property. Instead, he chose to stay sober and drive to your dorm hall to pick you up, heading to a local spot to pick up food before driving to the edge of a cliff’s edge for a peaceful night underneath the beacon of stars that seemed brighter, truly, for the first time.

He knew he was in deep when he chose to decline alcohol-driven nights to listen to your favorite songs in your dorm room. Rafe knew you’d never force him to separate himself from things he loved to do, which made it easy for him to choose waking up next to you in the morning sun over waking up slouched over a couch in a room he wasn’t familiar with.

When he gained the courage to make a move, and when you said yes to being his girlfriend, there was no shortage of tenderness on both ends as Rafe became accustomed to having you pressed against his tall frame. You’d steal his clothes and he’d love the scent of your perfume on them when you gave it back. You’d support him through tough finals and he’d be your study partner until late into the night. He’d take you on dates until you two forgot what time it was and he lived to see when you were too happy to realize you should head back to your dorm hall.

It was circumstantial, this relationship, but neither you nor Rafe would change a thing.

The both of you were invited to go to a local bar just outside of the city by mutual friends to celebrate the end of finals week. You and Rafe hadn't seen much of one another due to conflicting schedules and reached an understanding that there wasn’t going to be much time to spend together until the semester was over, and you both jumped at the chance to let loose and forget the horrors of testing.

One of your friends, Violet, had been smoking a joint by the time you got to her apartment to get ready, and because the stress of finals was over, you decided to let loose and enjoy the first night of freedom by smoking to celebrate. You weren’t quite sure how fast it happened due to the lack of experience when it came to smoking, but time passed and it felt like the clouds had landed on the ground specifically for you to walk on. Violet had texted Rafe on your behalf to let him know the state of you were in before hopping into an Uber to the bar.

Rafe arrived first and saw the place wasn’t as packed as the bars back in the city and appreciated the stillness. Pool tables were situated in every corner and he could see his friends throwing darts as he grabbed a drink from the bartender who gave him a friendly smile before leaving to help another customer. Rafe didn’t know what to expect from you tonight. The only other time you had been high was a few months prior, and even then you were quite tame after taking a single hit from Topper.

“Baby!” you said louder than usual when you saw his frame from afar. Rafe turned around and grinned widely at the sight of you sauntering to him, his arms reaching out to pull you in an embrace as he lifted your frame off of the ground. He let you greet the rest of the party before settling his arm around your waist, your head leaning on him. JJ, one of your mutual friends, helped you regain your balance when you accidentally bumped into a stool chair.

“You havin’ fun?” he asked. Rafe chuckled at the state of your red eyes and kissed your temple when you nodded shyly.

“I feel really good right now,” you said. “Violet thought it would be better if I wore flat shoes.” You pointed at your white Converse high tops. “I came wearing heels but I think she had a better idea.”

“Thanks, Vi,” he said, looking up at the girl who you had walked in with. She gave Rafe a friendly nod and resumed talking to JJ, her long term boyfriend.

“I literally feel like I could die happy,” you said, aimlessly looking around, not focusing on one thing or the other. 

“We definitely don’t want that tonight,” Rafe said. “Better keep you close just in case.” He maneuvered himself so that his back was resting on the bar and your body was resting in his chest, your head on the fabric of his shirt, nuzzled as if you were in the comfort of your own bed. Rafe grinned at you and stroked the side of your head, watching the rest of the party interact with one another.

“Hey, man,” JJ said, nodding Rafe in acknowledgement. “You gonna get a drink, Y/N?” JJ noticed the lack of alcohol by you and Rafe, but you shook your head the same time Violet did.

“She’s pretty high,” said Violet, who had been pressed against JJ’s side. His grip on her waist tightened when she laughed at your state of being, watching as you dug yourself a spot on Rafe’s chest. “I think she shouldn’t be crossfaded tonight, at least.”

“That’s why you’re the smart one in this relationship,” JJ said before pressing a quick kiss to Violet’s lips. “Kelce, Pope, and John B. are on their way. I think they should be about ten minutes?”

“Don’t worry, man,” Rafe said. “I’m gonna keep Y/N company and make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.” Violet and JJ leave the two of you in favor to start a conversation with Topper and his girlfriend Maddie, whom you met during an economics class and became food friends with, would periodically check up on you throughout the night. 

For the duration of the evening, you don’t leave Rafe’s side very often. When he’s talking to your mutual friends, who come to understand that you’re incredibly high and are experiencing this for the first time, they stick to playfully teasing you including you in the conversation when you’re turning in, accommodating when you zone out. 

Rafe can’t help but think how adorable you look with glossy eyes and the tip of your nose a fair shade of pink. Your cheeks are tinted red and your lips are wet from constantly licking him. He squeezes your hip when you silently beg for attention and periodically presses kisses to your temple, leaving you in a state of bliss. 

By now, your arms were wrapped loosely around him and he swayed the both of you back and forth to the song you didn’t know the name of. You looked between him and the exposed chest from four open buttons on his shirt and he looked down at you with the corners of his mouth lifted into an amused grin.

“You’ve been so clingy all night, baby,” he said, giving your hips a squeeze. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled. You could feel your tongue in your dry mouth and licked your lips. “Just enjoying this feeling.”

“Of being high?” he asked. You nodded.

“God, I don’t know why I didn’t do this before,” you replied. “I feel so good. Maybe it’s because finals are over or maybe I just really like being high.” Rafe laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to your temple and you could feel his warm mouth on your skin. When he leaned back to look at you, he could see that your eyes were trained on him and your mouth parted slightly.

“You okay, baby? What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” you began, but paused. He could see your eyes were trying hard to focus on his facial features and he brought his hand up to your jaw and used the pad of his thumb to stroke your cheek.

“Yeah? What are you thinking of, pretty girl?” You licked your lips once more and your gaze flickered from his chest to his eyes.

“I’m thinking about how much I want you to eat my pussy in the back of your car.”

Rafe’s eyes widened and he didn’t hide the fact that he was taken by surprise. Out of the time the two of you had been dating, things didn’t go farther than kissing or grinding against one another in the bedroom, and Rafe never wanted to pressure you into doing something you were uncomfortable with. As far as he knew, you were comfortable with the amount of sexual activity that had taken place, which is why he was so surprised when you openly expressed your desire. 

“W-What?” he asked, choking on his words. He looked around to see if any of your friends were paying attention but they were too busy engrossed in a conversation or were incredibly drunk themselves. You were running your hands over his chest and touching his jeans to the point where he was aware of how close your fingertips are to his member and had to shift himself so that his friends can’t see what you’re up to. 

“I need your mouth so badly,” you whined, a pout forming on your lips as you do. Rafe looked at you and he swore his cock had hardened by the desperation in your glossy eyes and wordlessly took your hand in his and pulled you out of the bar and into the near barren parking lot with the exception of a few cars. Where he parked was barely lit, off to the side of the gigantic light that illuminated the open space. He unlocked his car and pushed you gently into the backseat until you looked situated enough. Rafe squatted outside of the backdoor as your legs dangled out the side and you've managed to take your jean shorts off so that it’s pooling at your legs. 

“Babe,” he said. “You sure?” 

“I need your fucking mouth on my pussy,” you whine, reaching down to put your hand over your clothed entrance to move your panties aside. Rafe watched as you worked your already glistening slit, your hands delicately moving as you looked at him, a silent message that he can only interpret as you silently begging for his mouth. 

Rafe wasted no time giving you what you want other than to take your panties off completely and throw them into the front seat. His tongue flattened against your core and you let out a loud and obscene moan, but neither of you cared to check if anyone was in the dark parking lot or not. His hands were on both of your thighs and he could hear your breaths become increasingly shallow as his tongue worked wonders, moving like he needed to lap up every last drop if he wanted to live to see another day. 

He would feel your legs shaking and did his best to keep a hold on you, his arm on your body to hold you down as you squirmed and bucked your hips. Your legs could spread only so wide in the confinements of the car, but that didn’t stop you from trying to spread them wider for easier access. Rafe moaned against your body and you shuddered at the feeling of his vibration being sent up your body, your ears ringing with pleasure. 

Your boyfriend could feel your hands wander to the back of his head and didn’t mind you tugging on his roots. It encouraged him to move his tongue faster and harder as he felt you pull his hair and moan with approval. The tip of his tongue darted in and out of your entrance and you screamed in euphoria, mumbling about how you were going to release any second. 

Rafe prepared by lapping your core with his tongue like he needed this. His chin was covered in your slick and his head was moving with the rhythm of his tongue, listening as you told him you were coming and felt your legs tremble beneath him. White pearls escaped your core and Rafe was quick to catch them with his tongue, enjoying the feeling of you sliding down his throat. As you were coming down from your high, and as Rafe was cleaning the mess he made, you reached for his hand and put it where his mouth was.

“Y/N?” he asked timidly, looking up at you. “Are you sure you want this?” 

You knew him too well. You knew Rafe would ask you if you were comfortable with doing anything before he made his move and he would reassure you that you had nothing to worry about when you were with him. Before deciding to smoke a few blunts upon coming to the bar tonight, you had considered asking Rafe to experience this euphoria with you in full without him holding back. But because finals rolled around, you thought it was best to wait until it was over, and your current state heightened your preexisting feelings. 

He mistook your silence as a sign to stop, so he pulls his hand away. 

“We can stop if you want,” he said. You shook your vigorously and put his hand back to your entrance. 

“Rafe, I’ve wanted this for so long,” you said, grinding your hips against the palm of his hand. “I’ve been so shy about asking you to fuck me but I’ve been thinking about your cock so much that I can’t focus.” Rafe’s eyes widened at the sudden confession. “I just want you to use me until you’re done with me.” 

Rafe choked. 

“Baby-”

“Do it,” you said forcefully. “I want you to use me.” 

Rafe’s jaw has gone slack and all of his fantasies with you came rushing to the front of his mind. He looked at you and you nodded, telling him you trust him not to hurt you because you knew that’s what he was thinking about. 

“Baby, I’ll never be done with you.” 

His hands started to tease your entrance slowly, and when you whined and begged for him to move faster, he placed a harsh and prominent slap on your pussy that made you jump in surprise. Rafe waited for your reaction and upon seeing the dirty smile on your face, he did it again. 

“So fucking wet for me, huh? Baby wants my fingers?” he taunted. 

“I want them inside of me,” you moaned. Rafe’s heart was still beating fast and he tried to slow his heart rate when he heard how vocally expressive you are, not used to the idea of you being open sexually. But he embraced your confidence and promised himself to give you what you wanted and what you could handle. 

“I can’t say no to you, can I?” 

Rafe’s got you sat up properly in the car, your back against the rest as he moved his arm to move his fingers against your clit, which made your eyes close shut. He covered his fingers in your slick from the previous time you came and put his middle finger inside of you, relishing in the feeling of you moaning with your head tilted back against the headrest. 

As you emit high-pitched moans, all Rafe could think about was how lucky he was to have someone who trusted him. You were willing to drop your panties in a public parking lot, and moaned so loudly that he wa’s sure the patrons in the bar heard you over the loud music. His eyes looked at you in adoration as he added another finger and pumped his hand faster while you moaned louder. Rafe didn’t bother fixing himself because he knew his cock was hard by the sight of your legs spread for him and your mouth begging him to make you come. 

He used this moment to unzip his jeans and push them down far enough to palm himself through his boxers. His half-hardened member was aching and he desperately wanted to pull himself out, but he stuck with focusing on making you orgasm for the second time before pleasuring himself until his vision grew hazy. 

“I’m gonna,” you said, not bothering to finish your sentence. Rafe couldn’t say anything and when you let out the moan that signaled what was about to come, you held onto his wrist as he kept his fingers inserted inside of you and he felt your come drip onto his fingers, smirking at the way you were holding his fingers in place for him. He moved his hand from your core and brought them up to your lips with a smirk. You didn’t have to be told twice and he watched as you welcomed his long digits into your mouth, your tongue working to lap yourself from his hand.  

Rafe stood there with his mouth opened slightly and his heart beating faster. You moved yourself onto your knees and pulled your top of your head and discarded your bra, leaving you completely naked while Rafe was still fully clothed. Your hand reached out for his boxers and Rafe looked down at you. 

“Babe,” he said. “It’s okay.” 

“Rafe,” you deadpanned. “I want you to feel good too. I want to take care of you. Can I do that?” 

When Rafe nodded, you pulled him out of his boxers and bit your lip at his already impressive size for being half hard. You looked at Rafe and saw as his eyebrow creased when you stroked him slowly, allowing yourself to bask in his glory before moving your body down the car seat to put your mouth around his head. 

Rafe had received blowjobs in the past, but the combination of being semi-public and realizing the girl he loves was willing to make him feel good for the sake of seeing him happy made his mind race a million miles per hour. You pushed his jeans down with his boxers for more access and, slowly, your mouth began to take him farther into your throat. 

His hips bucked voluntarily and he cursed himself for taking it too far with you until he saw your body inch forward to take more of him into your mouth until the entirety of his cock disappeared into your mouth. He groaned and knew you were okay with him being rough with you, and reached his hand out to place it on the back of your head. Rafe was unapologetic when he moved his hips to fuck your mouth, caressing your body until his fingers reach your entrance once more. 

When you felt him delicately put his fingers into you once more, collecting the remnants of come, you moaned against his cock and it sent shivers down your boyfriend’s spine. It taunted him to reach his orgasm quicker and when you look up at him through your lashes, he gives little to no warning before moving your head down to the base of his cock as he releases into your mouth. 

Your dirty smile was apparent, trying to accommodate to the surprise. When you were able to take him out of your mouth, a string of spit connects his tip with your tongue and you stroke him to keep him hard. 

“My love,” he whispered to himself, eyes shut and head tilted back. You watched him as he tried to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he fumbled with the buttons. His cock was still standing, erect and proud, when he remembered he had an extra joint and a lighter in the glove compartment. 

You watched as Rafe pulled it out of the messy box and you licked your lips as you made room for him in the backseat. The both of you were completely naked and your leg swung over his lap, making yourself at home by sitting directly on his still-hardened cock. Rafe watched as you ground your bare pussy over him and did his best not to be too distracted as he lit the joint, grinning when he successfully lit the piece and brought it to your mouth to take the first hit. 

Your lips lingered around the joint for a moment before releasing, a faint cloud of white smoke filling the space of the car. Rafe realized the door was still open and reached over to slam it shut before you passed the joint to him. You watched as his lips enveloped the joint and he puffed in the opposite direction, and the both of you can feel the atmosphere change. Rafe was bucking his hips to meet your movements as you moved down onto him, and he moved his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of wet and sloppy kisses on your skin. You were too busy enjoying yourself to realize the both of you had passed the joint back and forth so quickly upon seeing it crumble. 

Rafe took the remnants and smoked what he could before you hastily put your mouth on his. You were taken by surprise and released the smoke into your mouth, and you kept yourself from shaking at the sheer pleasure. His mouth moved against yours in what you can describe as wonder; Rafe’s hands roamed your body while his tongue explored every corner of your mouth. When you felt his mouth move your breasts and his whimpers at the feeling of you on his cock, you looked at him. 

“Rafe,” you moaned. Rafe’s attention moved from your breasts to your gaze and he could feel your hand moving his cock to your entrance. He moaned loudly when you moved your body to sink down on him completely and he recalled that your core was coated with two previous orgasms. 

He could barely believe that you, who he thought was too shy to talk about taking it farther in the bedroom, was bouncing on his cock like you’d done it before. Your hands were planted on his shoulders and he could feel as your ass dug itself into his lap before lifting yourself up just to press yourself back down on him. His hands found their way to your ass cheeks and he gave them a harsh slap simultaneously, your head falling to his chest as you winced, followed by a pornographic moan. 

Your hips moved like clockwork and he tried to match your pace, lifting his hips up to meet your pussy. The sound of skin against skin, and the smell of the joint made Rafe’s mind think this was what Heaven was, and he would be damned if he didn’t get to experience Heaven with you. 

Rafe could tell you were getting tired of the heavy lifting and took the liberty to hold your body with his arm behind your back. He lifted you above him only slightly before he lifted his hips up and down repeatedly to drill his cock into you hard and fast, causing you to moan directly into his ear. He let curses leave his mouth and you said his name like a prayer when you felt himself in you fully, the sound of your wetness coating his cock. 

Your third orgasm, his second, was approaching. He pulled your hair back to give himself access to your neck and didn’t bother to be gentle; his mouth left marks on your neck and you encouraged him by begging for his mouth on your skin. 

“You gonna come soon, baby?” you asked after regaining your breath, teasing him when you saw his eyes wired shut and his jaw clenched. Rafe’s eyes snapped open and his hand attached itself to your jaw, jerking your head to look into his eyes directly. You laughed seductively and left your mouth hung open when you felt Rafe slow his motions, thrusting into your particularly hard at your choice of words. 

“Do you enjoy using me to get yourself off?” he asked in between thrusts. You were barely able to answer and he tightened his grip. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” you struggled to say, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he grunted. “Where do you want it, tits or mouth?” You shook your head. 

“Inside of me,” you said. “You have to come inside of me, okay? I don’t want to get your car dirty.” 

“Fuck,” he said, his voice cracking. 

“Baby, I need it so badly,” you coaxed. “All I’ve wanted is your come inside of me and we can’t ruin your car, okay? Can you do that for me, please? Come inside of me?” 

Rafe didn’t utter another word. You bit your lip and smiled when you felt his come coat your walls and pushed yourself onto his cock when he let out a loud, deep, and vocal moan in your ear. His chest was pressed against yours and neither of you cared about the heat generated between the two of you. He kept your body close as he orgasmed for the second time and you followed soon after. 

He left delicate kisses on your shoulder and you moved your body to ride him slowly, and both of you can feel the cum dripping out of your pussy and onto his cock. Rafe took this opportunity to put his hands back on your ass cheeks and guided you up and down, using your come as lubrication. He could hear the wet sounds and watched you from the rearview mirror as your body moved against him one more time, and he promised the both of he was going to make you come one last time. 

The both of you could tell the final round wouldn’t last very long, but neither of you cared. Rafe reached up to press his lips messily against yours and moved your bodies as if they were in sync the entire time. His thrusts were getting sloppy and he could tell your body was getting tired of moving in the same position, which coaxed him to thrust his hips up into you, ignoring the numbing feeling to hear you moan over and over again until you come on his cock, again for the fourth time. 

He released inside of you once more and allowed you to calm down to catch your breath. You were the first to move off of him and both of you witnessed the white, creamy mess you had made. Rafe reached down to your pussy once more and used the pads of his fingers to move it in circles against your clit and you moaned in ecstasy until it became too much, and he pulled his hand away before finding a tissue box to clean the both of you up. 

The windows are foggy and both of your hand prints are visible. You open the car door to let fresh, cold air enter the space and sigh in relief as he works to clean the mess. When he discards the tissues to the floor of the backseat, promising himself he’d put it in the trash later, Rafe pulls you towards his chest and you lay your head on the free space as he strokes the back of your head and kisses your temple over and over again.

“Didn’t expect that tonight,” Rafe said after regaining his breath with a laugh. 

“Me either,” you replied. “I think you fucked the high out of my system.” Rafe chuckled and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a brief moment before pulling away. 

“I didn’t know you were thinking about this,” he said, motioning their naked bodies. “I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me.”

You lifted your head and used your hands to cup his jaw and the pads of your thumbs stroked the apples of his cheeks. You nodded slowly and leaned to press a kiss to his lips. It was a short kiss, but Rafe grined when you lean back to look at him. 

“You’ll always be my number one, okay?” Rafe noded. “I feel safe with you. I always will.”

“Let’s go back to my place and sleep, yeah?” 

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Initial Shyness(P.P x Reader)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Confessions are cute, right? Especially when you have been waiting for years to say it out loud. But what happens when the initial shyness wears off? And we all know Peter isn’t as innocent as he seems ;)

Warnings: Nothing but some unending fluff. Lots of Peter rambling and awkward kisses :)

Based on a request, you can find it here!

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“C’mon, you can do it!” hissed MJ from beside you. She pushed you toward’s Peter’s door, making you stumble. Still, you tried to hold back against MJ, who you realized, was freakishly strong.

“I can’t! Nope. No way.” You shook your head, crossing your arms. MJ sighed, probably too tired for your crap.

“Oh come on Y/N! I cannot hear another word about Peter again.”, she said, looking too serious.

“But-”

“Not one more word”

“I-”

“So what you are going to do is go into his room, go up to him, confess your feeling, and then kiss him.” She looked at you expectantly. “Am I clear?”

“Uh- just one component you are missing out on….I don’t have the balls to tell Peter I like him!”

MJ rolled her eyes, coming to stand next to you. “Yes, you don’t. And that’s why, I am really really sorry for what I am going to do next.” You didn’t even have time to figure out what she meant before you were pushed into Peter’s room harshly by Ned and MJ. As soon as most of you was inside, they shut the door behind you and you heard the door lock behind you.

“Oh COME ON!”, you said, trying to open the door.

“You know what to do!”, MJ said back, her voice muffled. You sighed, turning around to see Peter looking at you, a slight smile on his face. Oh, and what an amazing smile he had. His eyes crinkled, and small dimples showed up on his face. His pearly whites showed through his pink lips that you have dreame-

“Hey Y/N...what’s up?” Peter asked, snapping you out of your Peter-sized daydream.

“Huh-uh, so um- MJ just wanted some-uh alone time with- with uh Ned. Yeah”, you said, trying to think of anything other than the fact that you had a gigantic crush on your best friend.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched up, confused. “Why would she want to talk to Ned?”

“Uh-um wanting to know something about uh-English…”

“Okay”, Peter said, drawing out the word. You could see he didn’t believe you so you did the most logical thing. A logical course of action that anybody in your situation would do. Lie.

“Well, she actually wanted me to show you something, um-on the roof”, you said, biting your lip, trying to figure out what to do once you got on the roof.

“Alright, let’s go!”, Peter said quickly, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it, feeling the warmth seep into your body and make it’s way up to your cheeks. You held on, knowing that this would be the last time if Peter didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

Jumping out the window, you let out a small yelp as Peter grabbed your waist, holding onto you tight as he pulled you two to the rooftop. Landing onto the ground, you held on for dear life, looking at Peter.

“Give me a warning next time! I thought you were going to chuck me out the window…”

“Oh please, then who would I have to annoy all the time?”, he asked teasingly. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.

“Well, you would lose your best friend…”

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t see the way Peter’s face contorted into a grimace as he looked down.

“Yeah, but not only my best friend but the coolest person in Queens!” You cracked a smile, a red tint making its way up to your neck as you heard him speak. “I mean, you are so damn smart and pretty...Not to mention, so badass. I mean, I saw how you elbowed Flash in the-”

“Okay, let’s not relive it” You interjected. Peter smiled at that, walking both of you over to the other side of the roof. “Where are we going?”, you asked, confused.

“Uh, so I just wanted to-uh. Just come and see this”, Peter said, scratching his head slightly. Not knowing what to do, you just followed him, hoping you would see what he was talking about. And you weren’t expecting this.

A plush rose blanket spread out across half of the roof, with rose petals thrown here and there. In the middle of it was a small picnic box, with food sticking out of it. You could see some books stacked in the corner and a couple pillows as well. The light reflected off the buildings around you, giving the entire space an orangish-pinkish glow. You were so engrossed in the spread, you didn’t even notice Peter shakily taking out a small bouquet of roses from behind him.

“Peter, wha-what is this?”, you asked, shocked.

Bringing out the roses, he held it out to you, a blush the same color as the flowers making it’s way up to both of your cheeks. “I-um, heard what you and uh MJ were talking about a-a couple um days ago. So-I uh decided to ask Mr Stark to help me out with thi-”

“Wait a second. Tony Stark helped you out with this?!”, you asked, shocked at why your dad would help Peter out with this small thing. I mean, it-he shouldn’t care so much about Peter’s best friend, right?

“Yeah-uh, so I um set this out for you, and asked MJ to help me get you in my roo-”

“MJ has been in on this?”, you asked, suddenly remembering how she and Peter had been talking discreetly a few days ago.

Peter just nodded, looking down as a dopey smile made it’s way to his face. You cleared your throat, trying to figure out what was happening. You weren’t dumb, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions to quickly.

“Why-why would yo-is this-uh”, you tried to speak, with little success. You could feel you face heat up in embarrassment, so you just stared at the flowers in Peter’s hands.

“I-uh really, um like you Y/N. Like more than a-a friend. And much more than a best friend. I know yo-you may not like me back, but I couldn’t keep it in any longe-”

You know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking. But you couldn’t hear anyother word come out of his mouth, because otherwise you would’ve melted. So you did the next best thing. You kissed him. Hard.

His words got caught in his throat as his lips met yours. And for a second you were worried you went too far, pulling back. But as soon as he felt you doing that, his hands went to your hair, pulling you flush against him, kissing you back with fevour.

You wish you could’ve stopped time. Right there. During a beautiful sunset, on the roof surrounded by rose petals, and with Peter in your arms. And in your mouth. But sadly, you needed air to breathe, so you pulled away, probably looking like a fish straight out of the water. Opening your eyes, you could see Peter’s face. His pupils were dilated and his entire face was a pink hue. His lips were plump and red, but pulled up in a lovesick smile.

You knew you had the exact same expression on your face. Smiling softly, you looked at Peter, and at the same time, you both said.

“I really like you”

“I really like you”

Giggling, you hesitantly took the crushed flowers from Peter, breathing them in.

“They got squashed”, Peter said, running his hands over the petals.

You shrugged, not caring. “Well, it wasn’t only your fault. I think it was a two-person thing..”, you said cheekily, smirking at Peter.

He laughed, throwing his arms over you and pulling you in for a hug. You breathed in his signature scent and melted against him, your heart full. It would’ve been perfect if not for the eruption of clapping and whistles from behind you.

“Wha-”

“GOOD JOB PETE!”, MJ yelled, running to the both of you, Ned and May close behind. Crashing into you, you laughed as she looked at Peter. “Better take care of her, got it?”

Peter nodded, kissing my cheek. And just as he did that, a flash went off fro next to you. “Nice job Underoos. Watch the lips though. Don’t get too close to my daughter.” Tony’s voice went through the air, making you jump.

“Dad?!”, you said, shocked.

“Mr Stark?!”

“Yes yes, I was spying on you. But at least I’m not like Nat and Thor. They have been circling the building for the last 15 minutes.”

Tony said, shrugging as he pointed to the sky, where you could see the two of them waving at you.

“Oh god”, you groaned, throwing your head back. Peter looked at you, white as a ghost, before giving a scared nod at your dad.

“Yes sir, I’ll be very-um-uh good to Y/N. I mea-she is uh so pretty-wait that’s not-uh and smart- but that’s not-,” he stuttered, eyes wide. Helping out the poor boy, you shooed everyone away.

“Bye, dad. Please take Nat and Thor home with you. We’ll be back soon”

“Not later than 11, got it? And remember Peter, hands to yourself.”

“Yes M-Mr Stark”

Giggling, you watched as everyone walked away, leaving you with Peter. “Sorry bout that”

“Oh, it’s fine. I got the girl of my dreams tonight. Nothing could beat that” Blushing you pulled him in for a short kiss, before hugging him tightly.

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Wish you say that was the end of the story. That you both lived happily ever after. But sadly, with a group of friends and family, privacy was not the best. And you were very sorry to say that you scarred more people than you had hoped to scar in the next few months.

The first victim though was none other than Aunt May. And boy oh boy did she not look at you two for weeks after the incident.

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Alright! This was really fun to write, and this is such a cute idea, so I kinda want to make this into a series where people walk in on Peter and Y/N, so let’s see where it goes. But the next part will be out in a couple of days once my exams end :) Also, on that note, wish me luck, since I have my math exam tomorrow. Anyway, until next time!

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The Royal Series | Pt. VIII

The Royal Series Masterlist

"Come on, Henry!" You laughed at your brother, wrapping the scarf you got him around his neck. "It's your best picture!" The green and red scarf had a picture of him fighting a pap in 2004 all over it, ready to be worn.

"You were only 10 when this happened, how did you even remember this?" He laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing you to his chest.

"Brings out the colour in your eyes." Will said, helping Charlotte off of his lap and letting her run towards you.

"Think you should wear my gift to your boyfriend's family meeting." Harry joked, letting you go.

You rolled your eyes, scooping Charlotte in your arms. "Did you see Granny's face when I opened the gift?"

Harry mimicked, making everyone in William's drawing room laugh. "Admit it, it's a nice sweatshirt."

"The best thing to wear to a first family meeting; Harry Styles have my babies. Excellent choice." You said sarcastically, swaying Charlotte gently in your place.

"Teetee, did you like my present?" Charlotte asked enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around your neck.

"I loved it! I'm putting that picture frame beside me, on my bedside table. So every morning when I wake up and every night before I sleep, I see you and your brother. It's the best to wake up and sleep to, Charlie." You smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "Also, our little squish here wrote me a very nice letter." You nodded towards Kate's baby bump.

Spending more time with your family doing nothing but laughing, teasing one another, and reminiscing the days when you were all younger, it wasn’t long before you were putting on your coat and ready to leave.

"Do you have to go?" Charlotte whined, frowning as she looked at you.

You cooed, "Aw, none of that now, Charlie. I'll be back before you know it."

"Yeah, Charl, Teetee will only be gone for a few days before she comes back." Kate said, standing beside you as she assured her daughter, "We don't want Y/N leaving with us crying and her getting sad, do we?"

Charlotte nodded before letting out a dramatic sigh, "Okay."

"Now, I really have to go. Want to help me get my bags?" To which Charlotte nodded eagerly to, making you grin, "Where's your brother? Where's Georgie?"

"I think he's in his room." Will said, standing up.

"Let's go get him, Charlie. Let old Daddy sit, wouldn't want him hurting his back." You said teasingly as you walked past your brother, hearing everyone behind you snickering.

"Hey! Don't tell my daughter that!" Will joked, making you wave him off.

Reaching George's room, you let Charlotte knock before you heard him give you a "Come in!"

You opened the door gently, peaking yours and Charlotte's head inside to see George sitting on his floor, playing with the train toy set you had gotten him. His head snapped towards you, a grin instantly drawn to his face as he stood up and sped towards you, hugging your legs. "Auntie, you're still here!"

"I am, baby, but I wanted to ask you if you want to join me and Charlie and help me with my suitcases?" You stroked his scalp gently.

"Yes, of course! I'll get my train." He said before walking back to his previous spot, taking one red train before walking beside you, holding your hand.

George opened the door to your room, going inside and climbing up the bed till he sat, his feet dangling and swaying as he made train noises and flew his toy in the air. You sat Charlotte beside him, giving her the small piano toy she had left in your room the previous day, before unlocking your phone, finding 3 missed calls from Harry.

"Shit," you cursed under your breath, turning your phone slightly to find that it was silenced.

You instantly called him back, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder blade as you opened your plain blue suitcase, double checking that nothing was missing before checking your duffel bag, too.

"I thought you got cold feet." Harry said as soon as he picked up, followed by a heartfelt laugh.

You smiled to yourself, taking your red sweater in your hand, "No, no. My phone's mute button was probably pushed by accident. Is something wrong?"

"No, love. I just wanted to make sure that you're," he cleared his throat, "You know, still coming."

"I am, H. I'm about to leave," you assured him before chuckling, "They still don't believe you?"

"They don't. Even showed them a couple of pictures but they told me that my fans make insane photoshopped pictures. I’m starting to feel very offended."

You laughed, zipping your suitcase. "Good thing I'm spending New Year's with you then, huh?"

"The best. Still sure about that? Wouldn't your family have your head?" He asked. "One, I'm sure. Two, told you it's me who decides. Now," you held your phone with your hand, "I have to go get dressed. I'll text you when I'm near, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'm waiting for you. Take care, yeah?"

"Always do. Bye, baby." And so, it slipped from your mouth, making your eyes widen and your other hand to cover your mouth.

The pet name didn't seem to go unnoticed by Harry as he giggled quietly into the phone, giving you an eager "bye!" and a kissy noise before hanging up.

"I'm going to go change, I'll be right back." You informed your niece and nephew who only nodded at you, too engrossed in their toys.

_

With the car door open wide for you, you bent down, hugging George and Charlotte close to your chest, kissing their temples. "Be good for Mummy and Daddy, will you?"

"Yes, Teetee." They both replied, their arms on you.

"Come on, give me a kiss." You smiled, patting your cheeks for them to which they giggled at, leaning forward and planting loving kisses on your cheeks. "I love you."

"Love you, Teetee!"

Getting into the car and blowing everyone a kiss, you nodded at your driver who stood by the driver's door side. "Don't worry, Ben. I’ll be careful." You smiled, "You spend some time with your family."

"I did actually spend a wonderful time with my wife and the kids." He smiled, closing the door after you got in and put on your seatbelt before you put down your window.

"Oh! Did they like my presents? I certainly hope they did. Although I'm not so sure about the sizes, I just picked the ones suitable for your daughters' and wife's ages." You chuckled, looking up at him.

"They loved it, Your Highness! And the sweaters fit them just right. Lilly especially wanted me to thank you and invite you for a tea party." Ben chuckled humorously as he referred to his youngest daughter, only being 5.

You grinned, perking up. "I love tea parties! I'd gladly come if you'd let me."

Ben laughed in delight, nodding eagerly. "Of course we would! You're welcomed to visit anytime, Your Highness."

You smiled, starting the car before waving at him before you drove off, already feeling the nervous butterflies in your stomach at the thought of meeting Harry's family after a 3-hour drive.

Meanwhile, Harry sat on his mother's sofa, laughing at Gemma's embarrassing stories that Anne was telling Michal, Gemma's boyfriend, laughing at his sister's sour face.

"Oh, come on. At least I'm not as delusional as Harold here, says he's with HRH Princess Y/N." Gemma snickered.

Harry groaned, dropping his head low in defeat. "She's coming in a few hours."

"Oh dear, I have to move the pebbles for when the horses arrive on our doorstep." Anne joked.

"She doesn't move in coaches, Mum." Harry laughed.

"Probably wings." Gemma joked, motioning with her arms to wings, making Harry throw a cushion on her.

"Stop it, Gemma. Stop making fun of your brother," Anne said, standing up and taking two of the many empty glasses on the table which belonged to some of Harry's family whom were in their presence but left, "I raised you both to never make fun of troubled people." She giggled, speeding off to the kitchen.

"Hey, why are you doubting him? Harry's pretty big and known." Michal defended him, looking at Gemma.

Gratefully, Harry made prayer hands as he closed his eyes, mouthing "Thank you" to him.

"I'm not belittling him but," Gemma began, "This 23-year-old woman, one of the most beautiful, whose father is Prince Charles and mother is Princess Diana and her grandmother is the fucking Queen and was raised and continues to live in the monarchy is pretty big, too."

"You always believed me when I told you about my girlfriends." Harry gave her a side eye, raising his eyebrows.

"Because you dated what we now call ordinary people, T Swift, Kendall Jenner. If a colleague of mine told me that they were dating them I'd believe them," she stood up, taking a couple of glasses before following Anne to the kitchen. "Better start cleaning before Her Highness arrives.”

Harry rolled his eyes, looking at Michal. "At least you believe me."

Michal chuckled, standing up as him and Harry started helping Anne and Gemma with the remains of the Christmas get-together they threw.

_

"It told me to make a left, so I did." You said, glancing at your phone in its holder before looking at your surroundings. "Alright wait, I'm coming outside." Harry said through the speaker, the sound of some shuffling around being heard next.

"Are you wearing a green jumper?" You asked, squinting your eyes to get a better look at the figure in front of you.

"Yes! Is that you in the black ca-Oh, hi." He giggled as you drove closer to him, finally getting a clearer view. "Bye bye." He eagerly said before hanging up, watching you park in front of him.

You grinned as you rolled your window up and took your keys and phone, Harry opening your door for you.

The moment you got out, Harry wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you chest-to-chest closer. "You look very cuddly right now," he whispered, kissing your hair. "You always look cuddly now that I think about it."

You laughed, putting your hands on his chest and looking up at him. "I got some nice cocoa powder for hot chocolate. It's the best you'll ever have."

"I think we have marshmallows." He nodded. "Where are my manners?" Harry asked himself. Smiling as he leaned down, he pressed his lips to yours. Your leaned back on your car, smiling into the kiss as your hands moved to his jaw.

"They still don't believe you?" You asked as you took your breath, glancing back at his house before looking at him.

Harry rolled his eyes, "They teased me enough."

You tried not to laugh, though did a terrible job at it, before patting his chest, "Come on then. Let's meet them." You got out of his grasp and towards your boot. Right as you were about to take your suitcase, Harry beat you to it, taking it out, draping your duffel bag on his shoulder before closing the boot.

"I can take it." You said as he rolled your suitcase in one hand, the other holding yours.

"So can I. Come on." You both walked towards his open door, you smiling sheepishly as you tried not to look around.

"It's quiet." You whispered as Harry put your suitcase and duffel bag beside the door after kicking it close.

He chuckled, "They're in the back."

"I got presents." You whispered again, "Oh shit, I forgot to take them from the backseat." You opened the door, practically jogging towards your car before Harry followed you, grinning as he saw you take out neatly wrapped medium sized boxes in glistening and vibrant Christmas wrapping. "I trust you with the sizes you gave me."

"You got Mum that dress you showed me?" He asked, helping you and taking two boxes, leaving you with one which had a card on top of it with your neat handwriting that said “Merry Christmas, Michal!”

You nodded, humming. "And got Gemma the striped suit and the golf watch for Michal. Is that all alright?"

"Baby, I told you that you don't even have to get anything." Harry chuckled, bumping his hip with yours.

"It's Christmas, H. Everyone deserves nice presents." You smiled.

"Let's put these under the tree." Harry said, raising his eyebrows upwards as you both walked inside. Instantly smiling at the cosy aura the place had, your eyes fell on the twinkling Christmas tree by the window. You put the box under it, waiting as Harry put the other two there.

"And your gift is in my suitcase." You giggled, looking up at him.

"Yours is in my room." He replied with a dimpled grin, "Come on."

With his hand on your waist, you both walked towards the kitchen where you heard chatter and clinking, making you look at Harry, giving him a nervous smile. "Oh God." You whispered to yourself, huffing out before putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, your fingers lacing together in front of you, sheepishly.

Harry gave you a quick peck on the cheek before walking inside the kitchen, clearing his throat to catch his family's attention.

You could almost hear a pin drop. All of their jaws dropped, faces going tint red, looking intently at the new addition. You looked up at Harry for a second before looking back at the ones in front of you. "Hi, I'm Y/N."

"What the fuck?" Gemma was the first to speak, Harry cringing as he squeezed your waist slightly. Gemma's eyes caught her brother's, who widened his green eyes at her before she cleared her throat, drying her hands in the yellow towel on her shoulder before putting it on the chair. "Do I-Do I curtsy?"

"God, please don't," You laughed, moving forward and naturally wrapping your arms around her in a brief hug. "You look a lot like Harry. It's insane."

Still at a loss of words, Gemma awkwardly hugged back, looking at Harry from over your shoulder as he smirked at her, cocking an eyebrow. "You look like-" She cleared her throat, "Like how I see you on the telly."

You chuckled, pulling away, "I'm hoping that's a good thing?"

"Yeah, of course. Of course, it is."

"Excuse my daughter," Anne spoke, moving forward and approaching you with a wide, loving smile. "I'm Anne."

You and Anne hugged, her rubbing your back soothingly as she did. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Good things?" She asked jokingly as you both pulled away.

"The best." You nodded in confirmation.

"It's so nice to meet you." Michal said, leaning down and giving you a greeting hug before looking at Gemma, "Guess your brother isn't so delusional after all, huh?"

"Shut up." She said under her breath, covering her face.

"Let's take this to the living room, shall we?" Anne grinned enthusiastically.

"They're starstruck." Harry leaned down, whispering in your ear.

"I'm more of in awe that I'm meeting them." You giggled, holding his hand that was draped from your shoulder.

"Who got-Oh God, did you-" Anne gasped, looking back at you from the tree.

"It's Christmas. It's also a thank you for making me spend New Year's with you." You smiled warmly, feeling yourself get hotter, “I hope that’s okay.”

"Did I just get a present from the Princess of the United Kingdom?" Gemma asked her boyfriend quietly who tried to stifle his laughter and not burst out laughing before his face fell, looking at one box under the tree, "Yup. She got you one, too."

"I read online that's she's known in the royal family to get the funniest Christmas gifts." He whispered back.

They couple both shared a look before looking at you, laughing at something Anne said. "We did make fun of our Harry, honestly. Sorry, darling."

"I felt very offended, thank you very much." Harry put his hand on his heart dramatically before looking at you, "How was your drive here?"

"Very nice and quiet. That intersection you told me about saved me a lot of time." You pointed at Harry.

"No offense, sweetheart but what do we call you?" Anne asked warmly, “We have never really interacted with someone from the royal family this close before, excuse us.”

"Please, don’t worry. Just Y/N would be great."

"And please call me Anne," Anne pointed at herself, "Oh where are my manners? Are you hungry, sweetheart? We had nice turkey and mashed potatoes."

"Mum makes incredible turkey." Harry said from beside you on the sofa, his hand on your knee.

"Thank you so much, Anne, but I think I'm so full. I managed to get myself pizza on the way.”

“How many slices did you have? You can’t be that full, love.” Harry asked.

“Got a large and finished it all actually,” you shrugged, “But actually, I got us some fine cocoa powder if you fancy a nice hot cocoa cuppa. It's homemade." You grinned, standing up to walk towards your suitcase, "Actually if you don't mind, I can make them."

"Oh, love. You really didn't have to." Anne laughed in delight, watching as you shook your head at her with a warm smile, "Gemma can help you."

"Of course!" Gemma perked up, standing up, "I personally love eating cocoa powder."

You laughed, pointing at her, " Me too! My brothers make fun of me for it all the time."

You and Gemma walked towards your suitcase by the door before you opened it, taking the packet of cocoa from one of the pockets and closing it. Gemma hummed, closing her eyes "It already smells so good."

"Trust me, it's the best you'll ever have." You assured her as you both walked back to where everyone was. Harry leaned his head back on the sofa, looking at you upside down before giving you a childlike wide grin, almost as if he was assuring you that it was going well.

_

Standing in the kitchen with Gemma as you warmed the milk, she cleared her throat, getting you to look at her. You felt nervous, almost as if you were preparing yourself for the talk.

"So, you and little Harold? How did that even happen?" She chuckled, looking at you as she leaned on the counter.

"I've been a fan of One Direction for as long as I remember and I've always, you know, kind of had a soft spot for H. I don't get to go to concerts and shows very often but I went to his show a few months ago after getting in contact with Jeff then I met him. We met then we went to this local bar not far away with the rest of the band and we sort of," you shrugged with a smile, "Clicked."

"I bet he was shitting himself," she laughed, turning off the stove before taking out mugs for you. "From what he told us, you haven't been dating for long."

You nodded, "Almost two months."

"I'm sorry if this is too straightforward but does your family know?" Gemma asked quietly.

"My brothers and their partners know that we're together, yes. Uh, my grandparents and father know something is going on but we kind of had," you gestured with your hands, "A disagreement you can say. They'll come around."

"But you're planning on telling them, right?"

You nodded instantly, "Definitely," you paused, sighing as you looked at her, "I know what you're thinking. I really don't plan on hurting Harry."

"What about your family? Do they not?"

Deciding to not take it to heart, you simply shook your head. "My family won't get in the way of what makes me happy."

"I'm sorry if I come off as a bitch, I just," Gemma stopped, looking at you sympathetically.

"I understand," You smiled, "I'd do the same if I were in your place. You're just looking out for your brother and I truly respect that."

Gemma smiled in gratitude before shaking her head, "God, you sound so posh."

As the night went on and everyone was more comfortable, you were tucked in Harry's side, his arm wrapped tightly around you.

Empty mugs of hot cocoa were proof of the success and so were the smiling faces in the room. Gemma, Anne and Michal sat with their presents on their laps as they waited to unwrap them.

First went Anne, neatly unwrapping the present after complimenting your choice of wrapping paper. Her eyes almost widened at the Versace box, opening the lid slowly as she gasped at what's inside. She took the dress out, holding it at arm's length as she gushed over it. "Y/N! This is gorgeous, sweetheart!" She stood up, holding it over her.

"Ooooo, look at you." Gemma grinned, now feeling over the moon excited to open her present.

"This is a lot, Y/N."

"It's not, I promise. You're letting me stay here for 6 whole days, Anne. It's the least." You truthfully said, giggling when she gave you a kiss on the cheek.

Harry grinned at the interaction, rubbing your arm.

"Okay, my turn!" Gemma exclaimed, unwrapping the present before gasping at the Alexander McQueen box, "Oh God," She laughed, opening it. "Ooooo,"

"I trusted H with the sizes." You informed them, watching as Gemma took out the black and white striped jumpsuit out.

"I love you already." Gemma pretended to wipe her tears, making everyone laugh. "Thank you so much, Y/N." "You're welcome, Gemma. I bet it would look so good with red lipstick." You wiggled your eyebrows.

"You know what? We're going out tomorrow and I'm wearing that." She pointed at you. Gemma sat down, elbowing Michal, "Go on then."

Opening his box after unwrapping it, Michal let out an excited laugh as he looked at the expensive golf watch he remembers telling Gem about it a year ago. "That's massive! Thank you!"

"It's no problem. Harry told me you're really into golf. He helped me with this one." You smiled up at Harry who scrunched his nose.

"Did a great job, mate."

_

You left your hair down as you changed into your pyjamas, walking inside Harry's room. Right as you stepped inside, Harry quickly covered something with the covers, making you stand on the doorway with your hand on your hip. "Got something, Styles?"

"Don't know what you're talking about." Harry shrugged, tilting his head at you with a cheeky grin.

You sighed dramatically, "Guess I just won't give you your present then."

Harry laughed, throwing his head back, "Y/N!" He whined.

"Fine," you chuckled, "Alright I got you a bunch of stuff actually." You took the rectangular box out of your duffel bag, holding it out as you sat beside him on the bed, crossing your legs.

"Okay," Harry breathed out, copying your moves and sitting in front of you with his legs crossed, unwrapping the box. "You have really nice wrapping paper."

"Thank you, I take pride in choosing and wrapping them." You giggled, bringing your knees closer to your chest as you rested your chin on your knee.

The first thing Harry got out of the box was a book that had a cat in front books and a typewriter on cover, the title being "I Could Pee On This" along with "And Other Poems by Cats"

Harry burst out laughing; his eyes shut and his head back as his hand slapped his thigh. "Where did you even find this?!"

You only shrugged in response, grinning at his reaction. "I know you love cats and I thought it might be exactly what you need."

"I definitely needed that. Thank you, baby." He laughed, putting it beside him before taking out the next item. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the packet in his hand, reading what was written; "Animal butt magnets."

"When I first came to your house, I noticed your fridge didn't have any magnets so I thought you should add a few there."

Harry laughed, turning the packet to you, "You got me animal butts for me to stick on my fridge?"

You nodded excitedly, hugging your legs, "Precisely!"

"You're absolutely mental." Harry chuckled, leaning forward to peck your lips.

"Now for the grand, real gift!" You exclaimed in a reporter's voice, opening your arms wide.

Harry grinned, glancing at you before closing his eyes and taking the last item out of the box. His eyes fell on his hands, laughing, "Love, is that-" He glanced at you before opening the wallet in his hands, "It's a wallet! You got me a wallet that looks like burnt toast!"

"I love all of them!" Harry laughed, moving until he propped himself up on his knees, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed his lips to yours. "Has anyone ever told you how creative you are with gifts?" You hummed, smiling up at him before glancing at his lips, "Maybe one or two."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You whispered back, pecking his lips.

"You might not know it but you've been touching your present all along." Harry chuckled, kissing your temple for a second before taking the box from under the covers.

"H, it's made a fucking lump. Of course I knew it was a present." You laughed, looking at the green wrapped box.

You unwrapped the box, Harry watching nervously and silently admiring how gentle you were while unwrapping the box. "Gucci!" You grinned, looking at him, "That's your favourite."

"I remember you telling me you like something of mine so," he shrugged.

You opened the box, "Loafers! You got me loafers!" You grinned, taking them out, "Are we going to be the cliché couple that match?"

"I think we're cliché enough to do that." Harry nodded. "There's something else in there."

You looked down, taking out the vinyl record in your hands, grinning when you read "Piano Man" and "Billy Joel".

“How on earth did you know I wanted this?"

"Might have had Farrah help me with that one." Harry smiled, shrugging sheepishly.

"You take your Christmas presents seriously, don't you?" You smiled, putting the shoes back in the box before wrapping your arms around his torso.

"Do you have any idea how hard picking a present for you is?" Harry rolled his eyes, groaning as he threw his head back.

"Hey, that goes both ways." You raised an eyebrow.

He laughed, raising his hand to push the hair that got on your face away, "You know what I got us for when we're back at my house? For our board games nights and all that?"

"And the Chinese takeaway?" You asked hopefully, making him chuckle and nod.

"And the Chinese takeaway," Harry confirmed, "I got us about 10 massive puzzle pieces."

You gasped, "You genius! I was actually thinking about getting us a new one."

"And now we have 10."

“And I have Gucci loafers.”

“And I have a wallet that looks like burnt toast.”

“Sorry about that, by the way. I didn’t know you took Christmas presents so seriously.” You sheepishly said, scrunching your nose as you looked up at him.

“Hey, none of that,” Harry frowned, “These are probably the nicest Christmas presents I have ever had. ‘sides,” he held up his wallet and new magnets, “What’s not serious about these babies?”

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𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐹𝑢𝑛 𝑂𝑓 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰 ﾟ･:*✿

Hongjoong was startled by the sound of the door opening. He watched as you scurried over to his desk, boxes in your hand that you set down on the floor so you could clear off the papers in his desk.

"May I ask what are you doing?" He finally asked when you began placing the boxes on the desk.

"I need your help. It's of utmost importance."

Hongjoong stared in confusion as you began taking out various table decorations in all shades of pink. He pointed at them and looked to you for an explanation.

"It's my cousin's baby shower this weekend and I promised to make the table decorations, but I don't know which one to pick..."

You held up 2 different options for him to look at.

"So I need your opinion."

Hongjoong sighed softly and began pondering over his choices. Sure, they all looked pretty cute already, but he felt like they could be better. He took one of the decorations from your hand and began taking some things off.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" You screeched in horror.

"Relax and give me a moment." He looked inside the boxes and took out the fabric glue and scissors so he could modify it to his liking.

Now you understood what his plan was. You knew he loved to modify clothes, so of course he'd try to modify these ornaments. You decided to just watch him and see what he'd come up with.

You were both so engrossed in his task, you didn't notice Mingi had been standing by the door, trying to get Hongjoong's attention. He cleared his throat loudly, finally catching both of your attentions.

"If you grannies are done with your knitting and sewing, I have some papers for the boss here to see."

Mingi walked over and handed the stack of papers to Hongjoong. He snorted when he took in the sight of Hongjoong holding the glue and pink bows in his hand.

"What? You're telling me that'll cause more damage than a gun and bullets?" Mingi teased him.

Hongjoong threw the glue tube at Mingi, who only feigned to be hurt before walking out of the room, laughing his ass off and planning to tell the others.

You and Hongjoong looked at each other before laughing yourselves.

"Ok. Now back to our task."

✿*:･ﾟ𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪 ﾟ･:*✿

Seonghwa hated it whenever anyone would even so much as touch him. If one of the other guys merely brushed against him, he'd already be pulling out his mini lint roller to dust away imaginary dirt that got on his suit.

"Seriously? You're acting like I got the black plague or something." Wooyoung told him when Seonghwa took out a disinfecting wipe to wipe his hands after Wooyoung shook them.

"Worse. You got hoe germs."

When they heard rumors he was dating, they brushed them off as lies.

"No way. Man can't stand being around other people too closely." Yunho said.

"People can't stand being around him." Wooyoung never missed an opportunity to take a jab at Seonghwa.

"I feel bad for who ever does date him." Hongjoong shook his head.

But it turns out the rumors were indeed true, and not only did they find out about you, but they were even more shocked to see Seonghwa practically make out with you in his office. There were so many things going on that normal Seonghwa would have frowned upon.

"Well well well. What have we got here?" Hongjoong smirked at the 2 lovebirds.

Wooyoung let out a dramatic gasp.

"Seonghwa?! Letting someone sit on his desk? Whatever happened to 'don't touch my things?! You'll dirty them?' "

"Did he make you wash your hands before touching him?" Yeosang asked you curiously.

You simply blushed and looked to Seonghwa, wondering what was going on. Seonghwa pulled away from you to usher the boys out the room, threatening to throw bleach at them if they didn't stop. Locking the door, he went back to you and cupped your cheeks.

"Now....where were we my little honey bunch?" He leaned in to kiss you again.

"He even uses lovey dovey terms?!" Wooyoung's voice was heard from outside.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸 ﾟ･:*✿

Yunho proudly showed off the sonograms to the other guys.

"Look! You can already see her little hands forming."

The other guys had mixed reactions. While some like Seonghwa, San and Mingi were cooing along with him, Hongjoong, Yeosang and Jongho just awkwardly looked at each other, while Wooyoung was simply on his phone, not even paying attention.

"Need I remind you this was supposed to be an important meeting?" Hongjoong spoke up.

"Oh right! Sorry." Yunho quickly put away his phone and they all looked back at Hongjoong.

"Ok. As I was saying, they are to bring our shipment in on-"

He was interrupted once again by Yunho's phone ringing. Upon seeing it was you, Yunho immediately picked up.

"Hi love! How are you? How's my precious baby mama doing? Is our little dove doing ok?" He cooed into the phone.

Jongho and Yeosang began giggling, mimicking Yunho's love struck expressions and high pitched voice. Hongjoong was about to say something but Seonghwa interrupted.

"Say hi to Y/N for me!"

"Oh hold on! The boys wanna say hi!" Yunho put you on speaker.

"We do?" Wooyoung asked, finally looking up from his phone.

"Hi boys! How's it going?" You asked.

"Oh nothing much. Just witnessing how your husband turns into a baby when anything related about you and your bundle of joy is mentioned." Jongho said sarcastically.

Yunho pouted. " I do not."

"Oh really?"

Jongho turned to Yeosang and smiled like an idiot.

"Wanna see my baby's sonogram? Here let me show you!" Jongho made it a point to use his aegyo voice.

"Ooh! Y/N is getting rounder and chubbier and it's the cutest thing ever! She hates it but the pregnancy suits her well! I can't wait when I get her pregnant again." Yeosang played along adding the fakest laugh he could muster.

"Yes he can." Your voice reminded them that you were still there.

Yunho just blushed and giggled.

"You guys wouldn't understand! But one day you will."

✿*:･ﾟ𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰 ﾟ･:*✿

As one of the top snipers in the world, Yeosang had always had an image to uphold. He was rarely seen outside of work related events, he hardly talked and everyone swears he never smiles. His private life is practically classified as well, not even his best friend of 5 years could tell you if he has a family or not. To his friends, Yeosang is just cold and heartless.

"Guys.... is that who I think it is?"

San's voice had everyone looking at what he was pointing at. It took them all a minute to comprehend what they were looking at, but once they did, they were shook.

"It's Yeosang! And he's.....smiling?!" Mingi exclaimed, putting on his glasses to make sure he wasn't seeing things wrong.

"He's not just smiling, he's giggling!" Yunho added.

"And he has.......a girlfriend?!" Wooyoung was offended and hurt that he never knew about this information.

They all stood there, watching as Yeosang and you acted all loving towards each other. They couldn't believe The Kang Yeosang was capable of falling in love. The rest of the boys looked at each other and smirked. This was perfect.

Few days later, they cornered. Yeosang at work.

"What do you dumbasses want now?" He asked, his usual cold gaze on his features.

"We want to meet your girlfriend." San replied.

For a brief second, Yeosang's eyes betrayed him, expressing shock that they knew, but he quickly composed himself.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Yunho quickly took out his phone and presented their evidence in the form of pictures. Yeosang looked at them and gulped, finally realizing his secret was out. He stared at the floor in shock.

Yunho laid his head on Yeosang's shoulder and teased.

"Now unless you want them all over the internet, I suggest you let us meet her."

Yeosang pushed him off and sighed.

"Looks like I have no choice......"

The other guys cheered at the success of their blackmail. But it was a little too early for a celebration as Yeosang finished his sentence with:

"But to take you all out."

They all shut up and looked at him.

"Please say you're joking."

✿*:･ﾟ𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷 ﾟ･:*✿

"I told you guys I can't go, I already made plans."

San sighed as his friends wouldn't quit bothering him about going over to Seonghwa's house to get drunk.

"You liar!" Mingi exclaimed through the phone.

"That's rich coming from you. Now bye."

San hung up his phone and decided to turn it off so they wouldn't bother him. He then went back inside the kitchen, where you were already placing the first batch of cupcakes in the oven.

"Baby can you set a timer for 30 minutes?"

San grabbed the stop watch and promptly did as you asked. He then pulled you into a hug and just held you there.

"Don't tell me you're planning on doing this for 30 minutes." You giggled.

"Precisely my plan."

Meanwhile, the other guys were in Seonghwa's car, who was driving well above the speed limit to get to San's house. If he wouldn't come over to them, they'd come over to him.

"We're not letting him ditch us on dude's night." Mingi said.

They quickly went up to his apartment and rang the doorbell. 5 minutes passed though and no answer. They looked at each other for options before Jongho stepped up and kicked the door open.

Hearing the door slam, San and you got scared, thinking it was an intruder. San quickly pulled you behind him, ready to attack whoever came in.

"Surprise! We- AAAAH!" Wooyoung screamed, as he was hit with frosting that San squirted into his eyes.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" San asked as he helped Wooyoung regain his vision.

"We're doing guy's night out at your place!" Jongho said happily.

"What? No! I told you guys I had plans!" San repeated.

"Well........ here we were thinking you had mission plans.....but instead...it's baking plans." Hongjoong snorted as he looked at the half-decorated cupcakes on the kitchen island.

"I promised my baby we'd make cupcakes for her nephew's birthday party tomorrow." San explained as he went back next to you and wrapped his arm around you, looking at you with fluttering eyes.

"Wow.......you've gone soft Choi San." Seonghwa pointed out.

"What! No I have not!" San defended himself.

"You're softer than this cupcake. Delicious by the way." Yeosang popped up behind him, half a cupcake already in his mouth.

"Hey! That's not for you!"

✿*:･ﾟ𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲ﾟ･:*✿

It was all tension in the room. A recent mission had gone terribly wrong and what was supposed to be a calm discussion soon turned into a jabbing fest between the men.

"I told you all we shouldn't trust those Stray Kids, but nobody ever listens to me." Mingi huffed.

"Mingi, that's because the last time we listened to you, you cost us 1.5 million dollars!" Hongjoong reminded him.

"Meanwhile you almost costed us our lives today, not to mention about 200 of our best men. What kind of leadership is that?"

Soon Hongjoong and Mingi were up in each other's faces, each waiting for the other to throw the first punch so he can retaliate. The other guys hesitated between telling them to back off or let them blow off some steam.

"Please! We both know you don't have the guts to fight me. I will literally murder you with my bare fists! Don't think I won't hesitate to punch your little face into-"

A knock interrupted Mingi's threat to Hongjoong. He stormed over to the door, ready to shoot whoever dared to interrupt him. He briskly opened the door.

"The fuck you ass- Y/N! Baby, what are you doing here?"

His tone immediately went down once he realized it was only you. You smiled up at him and held out his holster for him.

"You left your gun back home. I was worried you wouldn't be able to defend yourself without it." You answered him.

Mingi blushed and took it from you.

"Awww baby, you really didn't have to. And besides, you know I don't like you carrying things like these. You might accidentally hurt yourself." He whined cutely at you.

The other guys were on the verge of laughing. It was always funny to see how quickly Mingi went soft and sweet for you.

"All right, I promise I won't do it again."

You held out your pinkie to him, which he linked with his own before holding your hand up to kiss it.

"I'll see you later. Love you sweetheart."

With a peck to your lips, he watched as you walked away, letting out a blissful sigh once you were out of sight.

"Ok Romeo, we get it. You're in love and it's gross. Can we get back to what we were saying before I break this table out of anger at this lovey dovey mush?" Jongho complained, groaning at the loving scene that just took place.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 ﾟ･:*✿

"Hyung? Can you buy this for me?"

Jongho held out a bag of chips to Wooyoung, who just scoffed.

"We're in the middle of stalking someone and you're seriously asking me to buy you snacks?" Wooyoung couldn't believe the younger member.

"Hey. We need to look as normal as possible and it's a store! Come on! Buy them for me."

Jongho actually made puppy eyes at Wooyoung but to no avail, he wasn't budging for nothing.

"I'll pay you back later! I left my wallet in the car." Jongho was begging by now.

"No. I, Jung Wooyoung, don't buy anything for anyone but myself."

Just then his phone rang and he picked up.

"Hi pumpkin! How are you? Hmmm? No I'm not busy! Just here at the store with Jongho." He spoke into the phone.

Jongho rolled his eyes.

"Oh no! My little baby is feeling bad? We can't have that." Wooyoung pouted when he heard you were ailing.

Jongho raised his eyebrow at Wooyoung.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll get everything for you. See you soon. Bye love."

Jongho thought he was going to barf when Wooyoung actually made kissing noises into the phone.

"Ok, we need to get pads, tampons, ice cream and chocolate asap." Wooyoung declared as he began walking to the freezer aisle.

"What?! No way! How embarrassing!" Jongho crossed his arms in defiance.

"Come with me. That's an order." Wooyoung practically dragged Jongho, who just groaned and complained the entire time.

"Why are you like this Hyung? You weren't like this before. It's so ewww!" Jongho cringed.

"Because Jongho, this is what love does to you."

✿*:･ﾟ𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸 ﾟ･:*✿

You were currently cuddled up to Jongho. He had promised only 25 more minutes and he'd take you home, but it quickly turned into an hour and you were tired. You were sitting on his lap, your face hidden in his neck, arms clutching his shoulders as you drifted off to sleep.

Jongho kept one arm around you, the other busy filling out some paperwork. Sensing you were falling asleep, he began to sing softly to you, he knew you loved falling asleep to the sound of his voice. He continued to sing even after you completely fell asleep, smiling occasionally at how adorable you looked.

The door opened and Yunho came in. He was about to ask something, but Jongho held a finger to his lips, ushering him to stay quiet so he wouldn't wake you up. Yunho looked at you two in shock before smirking.

"Aren't you two the cutest things ever?" Yunho teasingly whispered.

Jongho rolled his eyes at him before handing him the papers he came for. Feeling him move, you slightly shifted. Scared of waking you up, Jongho quickly held you closer and began to sing again, happy that he got you to stay asleep.

Yunho clutched his heart and cooed faintly. He actually took out his phone to take a picture.

"So cute." He showed off the picture to Jongho.

Not amused, Jongho held his fist up to Yunho, silently threatening to break him if he didn't leave.

"Ok ok calm down lover boy. Have a good night." Yunho left you two alone.

After a minute or two, Jongho got up and began carrying you bridal style to the car. He had just gotten you in the passengers seat and he himself got on the driver's side when you whined softly and rubbed your eyes.

"Jongho?" You called out.

"It's all right baby. Go back to sleep." He whispered softly to you as he strapped you into the car, kissing your temple before turning the car on to go back home with you.

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A quick prompt @luanabonn and I came up with seeing this TOTALLY CANON scene of Levi bathing Hange in this hilarious animatic video (the best part is obviously from 0:17-0:25)

Imagine the first time the vets walked in on Levi bathing Hange and Erwin would probably just facepalm or start rubbing his temples like "Geeez guys, really?". Mike would be like "Called it!" and high five Nana. Poor Moblit would probably just freez cause he's traumatized for life 😂

Years later when the 104th kids walk into the same scenario, Levihan would legit try to normalize it 😂 I see Levi saying something like "What are you looking at, brats? This is perfectly normal. I've been doing this for years now, okay?" and Hange would say "yeah... It's surely not like we're dating or something like that...ha ha ha... not at all"

And the kids be like "Yeah we know you're not dating... Because you're already married... Mom & Dad" ❤️

Yasssss my bbs💖 @hanjo-love @luanabonn thank you both💖 I love this!

Also thank you for the video it was GREAT.

Two sides, same goddamn coin

“Erwin... Why are you standing out on the corridor?” Mike asks on the way back to his room. It’s late. There’s no reason for Erwin to be standing back against his door, looking absolutely resigned.

Nanaba peeks from behind Mike, “hey boys, what’s the commotion about?”

Moblit is with Nanaba, both deciding to search the male dorms for Hanji who has seemingly disappeared into thin air.

“Hanji and Levi are in my bath...” Erwin exhales a sigh, eyes shut, fingers rubbing his temples.

“What do you mean?” Mike says carefully. At this point, Moblit just looks like he’s seen a ghost. Abort abort! It’s okay Nanaba I’ll look for Hanji buntaicho another time! It’s not that urgent! Nothing is that urgent! But Moblit knows it’s too late. He knows where this is all going. He’s part of their little game now.

“I mean...” Erwin gives them ‘that look’, the one they always give one another when Levi and Hanji are being insufferable, “they are in my bath... Bathing... Together...”

Mike and Nanaba freeze for a second.

It’s only a split second and soon they’re pushing past Erwin and dashing in his room.

“Wait-“ Erwin and Moblit in a hushed whisper. But soon the three of them are standing outside his bathroom door.

Laughter streams through from the other side of the door.

“Oh my god...” Nanaba gasps, “what’s going on?”

“Let’s weigh our options,” Mike suggests.

“On one hand, we get to see for ourselves, get to the bottom of this matter... You know... Investigate...” Erwin has his thinking face on.

“Investigate huh... That’s exactly what the tax payers pay us to do in the Survey Corps...” Mike says. Immediately it’s clear what his preference is.

“On the other hand...” Erwin continues, “Levi might murder us all...”

“A worthy death for a soldier...” Mike shrugs.

“Oh no... I really don’t think we should...” Moblit stutters. Nanaba notes that he is very sweaty.

Looks are exchanged and it has been decided. With a heavy hand, Erwin slams open the bathroom door.

There’s a scream that’s only stopped when Levi slaps his hand over Hanji’s mouth.

“What?” Levi snaps, as if they had been trespassing.

“You’re in my bath...” Erwin says, equally matter of fact.

“Your bath is the nicest...” Hanji offers.

“You’re in my bath... Together...” Erwin raises a brow.

“As Captain of the Survey Corps, you said it was my duty to supervise the cleanliness and hygiene of the soldiers,” Levi murmurs, sinking lower into the bubbles, hands coming to cover Hanji up. Absolute gentleman.

“This is a very unique means of supervision, Captain...” Erwin smirks.

“Whatever gets the job done, Commander...” Levi spits the last word.

Behind him, Mike and Nanaba high five. Finally. Some catharsis. They called it. They all called it. Levi and Hanji were a thing. This is absolute proof. No one can tell them otherwise now. Ha! Take that! Moblit has averted his eyes. Nothing in this world can compel him to look.

“Excuse me ladies...” Hanji clears her throat, shifting uncomfortably against Levi, “I am very naked, and to be honest with you, the water is starting to get cold... Soon I will be freezing my tits off... So could we please continue this at a more convenient time?”

“Whatever you say m’lady...” Erwin tips his imaginary hat.

“Fuck you...” Hanji narrows her eyes at him and mutters under her breath. Great. They can never use Erwin’s bath again. What alternatives are there? The cadet showers maybe? The piping is really new there, that means there’s a whole lot of hot water. Probably not. They don’t need a part two of this happening.

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“Hanji san! We need to seek approval for-“

Everyone’s jaw is agape. Armin’s hands have flown to cover his face, “my virgin eyes...” he’s murmuring repeatedly.

“Why wouldn’t you close the bathroom door!” Sasha shouts accusatorily. Now the bunch of them are standing awkwardly in Hanji’s room, averting their gaze from the adjacent bath. Should they leave now? They really should. But there are forms that need filling.

“Why wouldn’t you guys knock!” Hanji retaliates.

“You always ask us not to!” Connie shoots back.

Oh, Hanji winces, she did in fact tell them to just enter because half the time she’s too engrossed in whatever it is she’s doing to hear.

“What the fuck do you want brats?” Levi has sunk all the way down the bath, the water now grazing his chin.

“We would like to seek permission from Hanji san to go to the town on Monday for supplies...” Armin pipes up, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Permission granted! Now go!” Levi shouts.

Sasha sees the opportunity and ceases it, “we would also like to request for the weekend off for recreational purposes! Sir!”

“Don’t push it Braus!” Levi snaps.

Darn it.

“Anything else? Or would you guys like to run through your entire schedules for the next two months with me while you’re at it? It’s not like I’m in the bath naked or anything ha-ha!” Hanji guffaws. It’s so painfully awkward her body literally cannot conjur anything rational to do. They have both slid so far down the tub that she’s practically lying atop Levi, his crotch against her butt making her blush up a storm.

“Why are you in the bath with Captain Levi?” Mikasa asks. Everyone stares at her.

“Mikasa!” Armin exclaims. They absolutely do not need more time in this tiny room with their two naked superiors.

“Hanji is filthy. I’m cleaning her. What’s abnormal about this situation?” Levi deadpans.

“I can’t reach my back! It’s a practical arrangement!” Hanji chuckles, “it’s not like we’re dating or anything!”

“My parents are married and they don’t even do this...” Sasha murmurs.

Jean has had enough. His face is so red he feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t stop this nonsense. This is a conversation that never needed to happen. “Permission to be dismissed from this conversation!”

“Fuck! Finally! Permission granted Jean!” Hanji says, throwing her hands up in despair.

Everyone shuffles out the door, and Armin bumps against the frame multiple times because his eyes are still shut. Levi and Hanji let out a collective sigh. Good lord Armin!

“Uh... Okay... Bye mom and dad...” Eren stutters, how does one leave this situation on a good note because this isn’t it, “I mean... Captain... Squad leader...” he gathers his jaw from where it has hit the ground and leaves with the others.

Hanji laughs awkwardly and turns to Levi, “remember when Erwin and the others saw-“

Levi’s face is red, and the blush has now spread to his neck. Thankfully the kids are gone. Another moment longer and most of the bubbles would have popped. He tsks and cuts Hanji off, “I would very much not like to remember that... Or this...”