#and it just scares me a bit that anybody can eat that much fruit with so little crumble good bits

[sanjisblackasswife]

Do you still accept nsfw asks? If so how about a short story where sanji and the gang find an abandoned island and stop to resupply and while there they find a ship wreck where someone is clearly living there and sanji walks up on a woman bathing in a waterfall while he's foraging for food. She's the only survivor of a pirate crew and has been stuck on the island for 2 years. Sge would be so happy to be found she forgets she's nude and tackle hugs sanji. The only reward she has for him is herself of course 😉 would he accept her reward and have fun before bringing her back to the crew?

Definitely an nsfw story with male receiving and then female receiving all the fun stuff, oral and fingering and penitration, all the funs lol

A/N: ..wow. Lemme go on ahead and see if I can make this come to life. (This is a dope summary though btw I love it lmao)

Also I decided to make most of this in Sanji’s POV because why not lol

“Waves of Love” Sanji x (Black)! Fem Reader (NSFW) Sanji POV

CW: Love at First Sight (?), Oral Sex, Fingering, Cum Eating, Tongue Sucking, Lots of Kissing, Thigh Riding, Vaginal Sex, Semi Public(?), Finger Sucking, Reader is a bit of a Bimbo(?), She has Piercings, Touch Starved, Very Subby and has a Breeding Kink

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Sanji POV

We landed on this somewhat large island, it looked no different from any other we stopped at before, however it looked more like a jungle. It was beautiful none the less and the weather was perfect. We all seen some delicious fruit and Usopp had already managed to catch a few good fish. Everybody all agreed to spend the day looking for stuff to bring back I wanted Nami to come with me, but she and Chopper decided to stay on the ship!

“Oh shit.” I stopped my tracks and seen the other side of the island and there was a huge ship, so we weren’t alone!?

I was walking a small path I found in between some bushes and trees, i didn’t really think to know where it could lead. Enemies maybe? I don’t really care that much I could just kick their ass if needed.

I walked over with caution, but I felt no presence of anybody. As a matter of fact inspecting closer at the ship it was ruined. The ship was old and looked like a few marines aimed at it. If anybody was here they have to have been either long gone or still here hiding.

I decided to go back to find Luffy. He’d probably want to look around and see it and possibly warn him if someone is also on this island, but i began to hear what could be a waterfall, it was faint but the more I followed the sounds of loud splashing water the more I—

Sanji pushed his way out of the shrubbery to see from a distance a woman waist deep in the beautiful secluded area. A towel and some clothing was left beside some rocks. Sanji was enamored, she was a real woman! Naked! Cleaning herself! Her body was curved in all the right places, her skin was a beautiful dark brown, her hair was big and curly, she had scars around her body, but she looked stunning none the less. He held his mouth trying not to bleed and scream out of excitement and scaring the woman but instead he hid behind a tree and watched her.

This goddess…she..was nothing like I’ve seen before. I know I shouldn’t stare at a woman bathing, but I couldn’t look away she looked like a majestic angel!

How come I didn’t sense her? Is she alone? Was that her ship? She must have crew members around since that boat was so big.

“Hm?” The woman looked out, to see a tall blonde man behind a large tree. In that moment she would have felt exposed! Embarrassed! Even a little upset for noticing someone watching, but instead she smiled wide. Her face was unrecognizable to Sanji, but the woman slowly approach closer to the shallow prt of the water and waved. “Hey! Come here!”

I froze. She seen me! Fuck! I probably should leave, but I couldn’t do such a thing to a woman! What if she needs help? Maybe she can—-

Shit she is even more beautiful the closer she walks over. She was holding her chest, her body was something I wish to engrave in my mind for the rest of my life! Her smile was gorgeous and shining as if it were gold. The water reflected off of her wet body I felt myself move towards her to get a closer look.

I think I met my soulmate.

“Oh!” She gasped at me, and ran over towards me…

Wait

A NAKED WOMAN IS RUNNING TOWARDS ME—

“Oh my goodness I can’t believe there is someone here! I can’t believe it! A real person!” She was strong as hell swinging me back and fourth, her wet body stained my clothes and she sounded so …happy to see me?

“Oh—h-hello!” I tried so hard to keep my eyes on her face, but her curls were covering most of her face anyways. She smiled so sweetly it nearly made my heart melt. “Um…are you—“

“Oh sorry! Im Y/N! It’s been so long since I’ve seen a person let alone a guy before! What’s your name?!”

“Oh I—I’m Sanji—-“

She kept talking and it became more and more difficult to pay attention to her talking. Her breast kept moving with each word and I couldn’t help to almost faint seeing that she had nipple piercings and a belly piercing!!! The young lady had a lot of energy so she spoke with her hands a lot . How could a woman like this be here alone on an island?

IS THIS THE ALL BLUE?!

“So Mr. Sanji…I actually stole that ship from a crew a couple years ago, but some Marines found me not too long after and attacked. I barely made it out of there, but I been hiding here hoping to possibly find a new pair of people to get me to leave but the ones that have came don’t even manage to stay for too long or they just sail right past….are you with a crew? Or…oh crap are you a marine?!”

She seemed to be so unfazed with being naked in front of me, it was cute, but it made me worry a little bit—

What if a PERVERT FOUND HER AND TOOK ADVANTAGE OF MISS, Y/N?!

“I am apart of a pirate crew actually. We landed here this morning to grab some supplies, but it seemed so empty…so you’re all alone?”

“Yeah! So there’s more of you?! Oh please can I come with you guys?! I promise I just need a way to get off this island and I’ll be out of your hair! I’ll do anything!”

She grabbed my shirt tugging on it with pleading eyes. They managed to peak through her curls, her lips were so plump and slightly parted as she looked up at me. I clenched my fist not wanting to touch her, but I just couldn’t fight the feeling because she was so close I could feel her breath in my chin. I can’t believe she has been here for 2 years on her own. She looked healthy, and well fed.

“Of course you can! We have plenty of food and even some new clothes for you to wear! We’d be more than happy to have you on board! Here—“

I took off my shirt and jacket for her to wear, she seemed to have only underwear by her towel and I couldn’t let her meet the rest of the crew naked of course. I handed her my clothing and she blushes at me.

“Once we get back I’ll cook you something too. A beautiful girl such as yourself shouldn’t be here at all. I’m actually impressed how you managed to take care of yourself. You look amazing.”

Y/N mentally drooled at the sight of seeing another male shirtless. His body was completely different from what she was expecting. It was almost something foreign to her after so long on her own. She was so grateful for his kindness she knew she had to repay him somehow.

“W-wait!” She gripped my clothing before placing it by her own, “Your friends…you sure they will be okay with me coming on right?…i haven’t had much luck with friendly people…are they nice like you?”

I smile, “They’re very nice—well there is one grumpy swordsman that can be a fool—, but don’t worry I’ll kick his ass if he is rude to you, my love.”

She bites her bottom lip a little as if she were thinking about it, I hope she agrees to come. She looks back up at me and speaks softly,

“Can I give you something in return before we go? As a thank you?”

I gave her a questioning look, before I could decline she grabbed my neck and kissed me.

Fuck her lips were so soft!

Her kisses were a bit firm, and unsteady granted she didn’t have much practice after two years, but Sanji held her close by her waist. Y/N pulled back standing on her tippy toes and gazed at his lips. It was only for a moment when she pulled him back for a hungrier kiss. Her tongue slipped in his mouth moaning inside, the urgency she had felt in her body showed with action as she began to unbuckle his slacks.

“Oh! Wait wait—Y/N!” I held her shaky hands nearly panting after dropping my cigarette, “You DONT have to repay me I—“

“But I want to! I need to! You’ve been so kind and I thought maybe you’d appreciate that, Mr. Sanji. Please…come here.”

She was so needy, I wouldn’t dare try and take advantage of her in this situation, but she grabbed my hand and took me beside the waterfall where her clothes were and let me lean beside a large rock, she kneeled in front of me and I immediately felt my pants get tight. She looked too fucking sexy on her knees like this.

Maybe…I can indulge in this moment just once?

Y/N pulled Sanji’s bottoms down now eye to eye with his semi-hard cock. Licking her lips in anticipation she motions him to sit on the smooth flat surface of the rock and lean back. She pushes her hair back to reveal her eyes, and it shocks Sanji, both eyes were different colors and her left eye was scared. It never took away from her beauty however.

“You’re gorgeous.” Sanji uttered in awe before she went down on him. She blushed.

His cock was heavy on her tongue giving it one loud and long slurp before pushing it as far as she could in her mouth. Her cold tongue swirled and flicked around his shaft and tip so much Sanji already felt a pressure below his stomach to cum. Somehow she noticed from his constant twitching and his moans she popped of his cock and smiled, “it’s okay. You can cum in my mouth.”

Her voice sounded so innocent and pure compared to how fucking hot she looked sucking my dick. Fuck— she didn’t even stop sucking after I came. I probably should keep my voice down, but she felt way too painfully good I damn near passed out from overstimulation. She sighed pulling away, a long string of my cum and her drool fell from the rim of her swollen lips. She had a tired gaze, I couldn’t stop breathing heavily looking right at her still lustful eyes.

I cupped her cheek and she sat up straight, when I kissed her the mixture of our bodily fluids swished inside our mouth, the taste was so addictive I couldn’t help but to start sucking on her wet tongue.

“Was that good? Was I Good?”

Her pleads to be praised was so fucking cute I patted her head and kissed her forehead softly, letting her know she did amazing. But she didn’t seemed to want to stop, and I’m glad because I didn’t want to either.

The temperature of my face and chest got hot, this woman must have had some kind of curse and planted it inside me because I feel like I’m burning up inside I had a craving and it was that I had to be inside her. I need her right now.

I had her close to my chest and kissed her lips again, they were like magnates I just couldn’t stop myself from pulling away no matter how sloppy it became. My hand roamed from her neck down to her pierced breast. From the moment I seen her I had an itch to fondle her perky nipples, I needed to feel the cool metal and her sensitive skin under my fingers. She must have enjoyed it a lot from how much she started to moan out.

“More please. Rub more!” Her whines were like music to my ears, she placed her hand on my to guide how she liked to be gropped and I did as so pressing firmly with her hand. I kept the pace with urgency as I moved my lips down to her neck for a moment to leave a mark. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, for when we get back they’ll see our bruises of when we made love but I didn’t care I wanted this as bad as she did.

I sat back down to place her on my thigh, she was already so gooey and wet from just me touching her breast, if I wasn’t mistaken she may have already came from that alone. She was panting and already couldn’t help herself as she began to grind her wet slit on my thigh. Fuck, I never had a woman do this before but the neediest and desire she had on her face focusing to cum on me made me want her even more.

“Touch me again, Mr. Sanji.” Her voice was breaking down as she was reaching her high, I wasted no time rubbing her slippery clit in messy circles pushing the back of her head back to my mouth to kiss her, she whined continuously pressing her hands on my chest. Her dull nails tried clawing at my skin, which made me want to feel that sensation on my back when I fuck her.

I needed to fuck her.

She needed me to fuck her.

And I was going to do it.

I helped her move her hips faster on my thigh, I felt her clench harder crying into my ear now holding the back of my nape. “San…Ji!”

She stilled her movements after a moment and began to pepper my neck in kisses biting a little. She was so damn cute being so appreciative. She deserved it. She deserved to get fucked right. I picked her up and laid her on the towel by the water. It was no other noises besides the sounds of birds chirping and our panting. I never had sex with a woman outside before, but it now be my new favorite thing if it’s with her.

She looked breath taking, she was rubbing her thighs together looking up at me with those pretty eyes I couldn’t stop looking at, her face was hot, and her curls barely were covering her face, I already seen a bit of my hickies left on her neck, I just needed to leave at least one on her breast—maybe two if she can last that long.

“Mr. Sanji…can you…fuck me…while I suck your fingers?”

Fuck she is direct.

I couldn’t say no to her, I had to. She needed this, I open her messy wet legs, I slowly massage her slit with my index and middle finger before swirling her clit to make her arch her back, her mouth agape. I used the opportunity to shove my fingers in her pretty little mouth. She sucked on them as desired and I began my attack on her nipples.

“Mmmmmm!” She moaned beside my ear, her legs began to twitch and vibrate beside me as my tongue moved all over her tits. They were so comfortable to squeeze my face in. It was something I couldn’t try to replicate with any pillow I could ever buy. She was so fucking sensitive too. Not having another man’s touch her for so long. I knew I could get her to cum a thousand times if I tried.

My cock was aching, it was so tediously rutting against her clit, she must have felt it too because she began to buck her hips for more friction. I finally managed to leave my two marks on her breast and sat back up. She whined in disappointment when I pulled my fingers away. So cute.

I slapped my cock on her fat pussy—fuck everything about her made me so hot in the face I couldn’t hold back. I immediately peppered her with kisses when I slammed half of my Dick inside her as an apology.

“Fuck you’re so tight, baby..” I groaned in her ear. I didn’t move as she said she haven’t had sex in so long and never touched herself in between then and now so I talked her through it as I slowly began to bottom out inside her. “Good girl, baby—good fucking girl ‘m ganna stretch you out real good okay?”

“Y-yes Mr. Sanji!”

Her fluffy skin felt so good under mine, I held her close making sure she felt all of me, I began to pick up the pace and the wet slapping noises of her insides made me nearly lose it she felt too fucking good and tight.

“So good! Mmm!” Her voice sung like a melody repeating my name over and over again in broken syllables as my Dick kept going in and out, I needed to see her so I pulled away from her neck, and her eyes rolled back, mouth open slightly holding the back of her legs to give me more room to go deeper inside her. I don’t think she’s felt this good in a long time.

I felt my hair stick to my face with sweat, my hands also pressing down on the back of her sweet thick thighs as the jiggled Everytime I pushed my way inside her. She began to scream out and I knew if she kept it up one of them may find us back here or that dumbass swordsman May stumble upon us so I licked my fingers and shoved them back in her mouth. She looked so good sucking on them anyways.

I felt her clench inside me as a signal she was about to cum. As much as i didn’t want it to end I began to think about how long we have been out here and how at any moment one of my crew mates may catch us.

I threw her ankles over my shoulder and pulled her by her hips to snap against mine. I was as deep as i could get and it made me want to cum quickly so I began thrashing my cock further inside her sweet walls.

Her whole body was moving at a rhythm, she started to bite my fingers a little. It didn’t hurt that much but it was cute, she bites a lot when she is about to cum.

Her eyes shot open as she pulled out my fingers and pressed my body against hers, she was so fucking flexible I was putting her in a matting press and didn’t even realize it.

“Cum in me please! Please please please I need it!”

Shit. I completely forgot I wasn’t using a condom. Everything was happening so fast but…I was okay with it. I don’t know but I may genuinely be in love with this woman ……I can’t stop myself from moaning in her ear,

“I love you, Y/N!”

It was almost as if she felt the same way because she held on to me tighter I couldn’t breathe almost. I didn’t care I just needed to fill her up and that’s exactly what I did.

I slowed down the pace, our breathing was in sync as I did my last few sloppy thrust, I moved her hair to get a better look at her flustered face and planted open mouth kisses on her making her giggle.

“I didn’t expect us to do that.” I laughed weakly feeing her legs rub my sides. She laughed to and pecked my nose.

“I’m glad we did. Because I love you.”

My heart skipped a beat. She sounded so careless by saying that. She really mean it?

“Really?”

“I do Mr.Sanji…I think…I don’t know—I may have fell in love with you the moment I seen you…”

“You—you also believe in love at first sight?”

She nodded and shrugged, “I mean duh. It’s real isn’t it?”

I kissed her lips once more and got her to show that pretty smile. I couldn’t let her go after that.

We cleaned each other up in the lake and I got her dressed. It was beginning to get late so I carried her in my back on the way to the ship. We got to know each other a little more since the walk was a bit long and I told her about us.

“So Luffy is Your Captain? And he’s made of rubber no way!!”

“Haha Yeah, he can be an idiot so don’t worry if he is a—-“

“Oh is that them?!”

She pointed outwards and I smiled seeing them all carry back boxes of items they found on the island.

“Yeah, you ready to meet them, my love?”

“Yes, please!”

When I took her and greeted her to the crew, they all welcomed her with open arms. She proved herself worth the trouble of adding since she actually was an amazing fighter. And I was glad. I fed her and let her sleep in my room for the night, but I believed she may be staying there permanently.

She was mine now after all.

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“Alternative Ending”??

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

Dinner, Sweet Love

Word: Dinner. Pairing: Akira/Hayami. Request: @ginkashino

Hayami, in the middle of cutting bell peppers for the meal he was making, stiffened as someone put their arms around his waist. 

“I’m home,”Akira said cheekily, his chin on Hayami’s shoulder. “Blech. Bell peppers? Really?” 

“Welcome back,” Hayami said, trying to shrug Akira off, who grinned and held on tighter. “And yes, bell peppers. You should eat vegetables every once in a while.” 

From the corner of Hayami’s eye, he could see Akira pout. 

“I’m still alive, aren’t I?” 

“And why do you think that is?” Hayami said, exasperated. “I can’t let you die of malnutrition, can I?” 

“Banana parfaits have fruit, dairy, and carbs,” Akira pointed out. 

“They also have a lot of sugar,” Hayami said, still cutting the bell peppers. 

“No fun,” Akira said, letting go and sitting on the counter, grabbing a stick of celery from the pile next to him that was to be cut up and biting into it with a crunch. 

“Don’t sit on the counter,” Hayami sighed. “And the celery is for the stew, why are you eating it now?” 

In response, Akira grabbed another stick and bit into that one. Hayami considered arguing before realizing that Akira was actually eating vegetables and maybe it was better to let him eat the things than make a fuss. 

“Anybody call with any interesting cases?” Akira asked. 

“No, no calls today,” Hayami said. 

“Darn,” Akira grumbled, pouting. Hayami wanted to kiss it off him, but there was a strict no kissing in the kitchen rule that he had to reinforce if they didn’t want a repeat of the curry incident. 

“Did your case go okay today?” Hayami asked, grabbing the carrots to cut. Akira would just have to deal, and Hayami was planning to put a lot of potatoes in it to make up the difference. 

Akira made a face. “You would not believe where dachshunds are capable of getting! You’d think their long bodies would keep them from getting in trouble!” 

Hayami listened to the story of the case as he kept cutting vegetables. 

“Help me peel these potatoes,” Hayami interrupted once Akira took a much needed pause. 

“What? After my looooooooooong day?” 

Hayami gave him a Look. 

“Fineeeeeeeeeee,” Akira said, accepting the peeler from Hayami. For all his grumbling, Akira was pretty good at peeling, but he tried to get out of it like he tried to get out of most everything. 

“I bought those anko pastries you like for dessert,” Hayami said as motivation. Akira immediately brightened. “But you can’t have them until after dinner.” 

“What am I, six?” Akira asked, crossing his arms and nearly dropping the potato he was peeling. 

Hayami didn’t answer that, which resulted in Akira poking him and asking how old Hayami thought he was. 

“The faster you peel, the faster we can get this stew started and then you can get dessert.” 

Akira focused, making Hayami wonder, not for the first time, if Akira could really survive on his own. 

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“Itadakimasu,” the two of them said in unison. There had been a slight scare of having burned the stew, since Akira had pulled Hayami to the couch the second he was done making the stew, and they had both lost track of time, but thankfully the timer had registered to Hayami just in time. 

“Why do you ruin perfectly good salad with bell peppers?” Akira asked. His salad didn’t even have bell peppers, it had celery, but Hayami was starting with his cold food first. 

“They’re good for you,” Hayami said. “Not sure why you’re complaining, I didn’t give you any.” 

Akira shrugged, giving Hayami his winning smile. “Because I have to kiss you later?” 

Hayami nearly choked, making Akira laugh. “You’re so easy to fluster, Hayami-chan!” 

When it came to the stew, Akira ate a few carrots before putting the rest on Hayami’s plate. Hayami briefly thought about asking Akira about that but decided Akira would just do something that would end in disaster. 

Once they finished dinner, Akira, who got bored if Hayami wasn’t there at all times, helped dry dishes, saying that Hayami looked cuter in the apron (untrue) and that he was more likely to break the dishes by accident if he was the one washing them (true). Akira had put on a record on, and was moving a bit to the beat. Hayami wanted to put Akira back on the counter and kiss him senseless, but that was a good way to have the sink overflow, like it had in the bathroom the one time they had done it there. 

Still, with two of them, it wasn’t long before they were done, and Hayami could kiss Akira’s anko-flavored lips to his heart’s content, far away from the dangers of the kitchen. 

[onyxoverride]

Camellias at Sundown

Miche Zacharius x Reader

◙warnings: forbbiden love, mutual pining, happy ending, some angst (familial death + longing,) soft smut minors dni (18+), cunnilingus + stockings, fingering + mirror, then finally sensual sex, Erwin x Levi mentioned.

◙word count: 8k

◙summary: Miche Zacharius has a duty as the only son to the rich Zacharius family to play out his role as the future lord of the estate. But he’s been in love with the you, the gardener of the estate ever since he was young and with inhibitions lessened, he pursues you.

◙note: thank you so much @lady-lunaaa for beta-ing this I appreciate you endlessly to the moon and back. This is for Rias 3k Richboy Collab!! @bakugohoex thank you for letting me participate! I am also doing Yuji which is here: Sweet Secrets. Please support everybody else's fic as well thank you for reading I hope you enjoy!!! I think this may be my favorite thing I've written so far :0

Miche Zacharius has seen the inner workings of his own gilded cage since he was young. Each bar engraved with different obligations — to his family, to his standing in society, to everyone around him except the person he wants most.

When he saw you, it was when you were not old enough to work properly. Playing with the trimming of hedges your mother snipped while he was studying Latin and Italian with a ruler smacked against his wrists every time you caught his eye. To say the least, he had a lot of bruises.

When he and his friends, that he had to make through his position as a rich man’s son, sat outside his eyes would always go to you. Snipping away at the extensions of blushing flowers, some crimson, others an innocent white but all smelling just as sweet. A mixture of jasmine and citrus, subtle but still sweet. This is when his friend Hanji would nudge him, push him towards you in a childlike fashion. The only time where they could truly represent their age. Erwin would chuckle behind a teacup while throwing a glance at his young raven-haired butler, sharing an amused subdued smile. And while his mentors and his nanny weren’t looking he would sneak to you, as quiet as he could almost as if he’d scare you but he is simply too large, even as a child. Making sure his eyebrows aren’t drawn because apparently he looks intimidating like that before getting your attention with a cough (he can hear Hanji laughing behind him at his behavior.)

“Uhm…” his foot is tapping the grass behind his heel while he rubs the back of his neck. Too focused on how he presented himself to you to think of what he should say until he catches the sight of the flowers in your hands, calloused and overworked from the daily work.

“The flowers- uh- what are they?” grimacing at his own words, scolding himself because seriously? They’re obviously fucking flowers you just said it Miche-

Your laugh cuts his thoughts off. Gentle and subdued after years of learning how to be quiet around the people you serve, “they’re camellia’s,” you grasp the blossom of one of the pink flowers and offer it to him.

“Oh,” flower set into the plain of his hand makes it seem smaller than it truly is, blushing against his hand and his face just as pink, “well, they’re very pretty…”

“I’m glad you think so, young lord,” and it all comes reeling back, tethering him to reality once again as you try to continue your duty. You spare one last glance, hoping your mother doesn’t see how wanting it looks.

His tailored suit feeling all too tight as he walks back to his friends, they’re teasing him. Tugging at his shirt while he gives a faux laugh to appease them. He keeps watching, attention torn between the small flower he delicately holds, sweet smell seeping into the lines of his hands, and you. You, who keeps working as quietly as you can, trimming out the weaker flowers so the strong will shine through.

That night he presses a flower into his favorite book and hopes the smell never fades, nor this memory.

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Instead of asking Nanny for stories or a snack before bed, he’d ask about you. Words travel as quick as fire amongst gossips and as good-natured as the woman who raised him is, she still finds entertainment in running her mouth and knowing too much. So, she’d tell him everything, and often. About how your father passed when you were young like his mother did, how your mother raised you in the small gardener’s house with a small bedroom shared between the two of you. About how your father and mother were the best gardeners they’ve ever had and you were developing your skills even quicker than them, like all of you had a sixth sense for nature. About how you don’t even know how to make or pour proper tea like most of the servants but survive through your skill, hands tracing vines, and keeping track of the tastiest fruit to share with the estate when the grapefruit and lemons bloom and ripen. About how on your eighteenth summer, only a few years ago, your mother passed and you now live alone in the gardener’s house. Even if he has heard it over and over again, he’d tug Nanny’s dress and wait for her to tell her more. Including the mundane about how you trip over yourself too often to count when you enter the house. As quick as fire — you’d hear about it from some other servant that joined you for dinner. Trying to hide heated cheeks and covering your face with the bread you eat. You’d say nothing for the time being, not wanting to drag him further down into a possible affair that would ruin you and him if he continued to pursue this childish crush. But each and every servant, especially the older ones, found it so endearing and just a bit as worrying. They still orchestrated to have you around even just a bit more so he would have more stories to listen to, and you’d slip out little facts about yourself knowing Miche would in the end hear those words. If not from your mouth, at least from someones.

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Often Miche wonders why he was born at his stature. Not height, though it does become worrying when everybody shies away from him because of how tall he looms. His class stature. Money rolling off of everything he owns simply because of his blood and how he comes from a line of skilled detectives with a superior sense of smell that makes their job seem like child play. It’s not like he wants to spend his life sending you longing looks. The few times you’ve interacted carved into his mind, waiting for the time he doesn’t need to engrave and savor. They are few and far between with barely anything shared besides conversation and gentle innocent touches, loving looks with no words to address them.

Even when his father became ill, he sought you out before anybody else. You know how he longs for you, pulling at your heartstrings every time you catch his gaze. The first time he’s become vulnerable for anybody is when he caught your arm, late at night in the kitchens after arranging some citrus arrangements for his sick father. He’s silent at first, only a small huff through his nose while his hair covers his eyes. He doesn’t like his father, they never cared for each other particularly. It’s as if he barely knows the man, which may be the part that hurts his heart the most.

“Young lord-”

“No-” he sighs, fingers trailing around your wrists, “just Miche. For you, please, just Miche.”

Not once has he ever broken his tough demeanor, carefully crafted from a young age due to his upbringing, but now it’s crumbling even just a bit.

“M-Miche,” it feels unfamiliar but not unwelcome on your tongue, you can see how his muscles unravel at the sound of your voice. You have craved his touch and attention and now that it is night, inhibitions are lessened and comforted by the blanket of stars and quiet household, maybe accepting it isn’t too bad now. Hands gentle around his, realizing just how big they are in comparison to yours makes him huff in amusement. You can tell he doesn’t wish to talk about what plagues his mind, it’s not quite your business to ask either but you bring his hand up to your lips. Not kissing, just grazing over the writing callouses he’s developed and over the flushed joints. He leans forward, pressing you gently against the counter as he pulls his hand away from you. For a moment you’re worried you have overstepped your boundaries, misinterpreted something, but he presses your hands into his face. He looks so much more mature now than from when he stuttered to talk to you as a child. Eyebrows finally relaxed even just a bit from the forever intimidating scowl he wears, eyes closed and savoring your eternally calloused and injured hands running over his scruff. The sweetness from the flowers permeates your skin and the citrus you handled earlier slightly sours the scent. Nonetheless, it comforts him. Your warmth, your scent, and your gaze settled on him. He won’t lie and say he doesn’t like being the only one you’re looking at even if just for a moment. The curse of selfishness love brings upon an individual is unusual to him, you would think by now he would have gotten used to the sting that courses through his gut whenever he realizes over and over again that you are not his, and he is not yours.

Silence extending to the two of you before he presses a kiss into your knuckles, “you should come into the estate more often.”

“Inside would be strange for someone who takes care of plants,” you say, amused with how childlike he sounds despite his deep voice.

“There are plants inside.”

“The maids take care of them,” you caress a thumb over his lips as he sighs, “but I suppose arranging more vases wouldn’t be so bad.”

You cave all too easily for his puppy-dog eyes and the adoration hidden behind his words. But this is all you two can afford. Stolen touches and soft beginnings, hand pressed into his chest with a small kiss into his knuckles and both of you are ripped away from each other once again.

His gilded cage feels too tight.

■

At first, Erwin thought it was just a young man’s infatuation with another person his age. A young and childish crush on a pretty girl that smelled like flowers but gradually as they got older, the others of his social group realized it was much more.

Miche contemplates the scenes outside too sorrowfully for a man who is not mourning. It’s easy to see he’s trying to look for something or perhaps someone. Erwin caught on early why he gazes so strangely outside the window and how Miche twirls flowers between his fingers whenever there’s a vase of them around, fingers trailing along petals and putting them back trying to make the arrangement look undefiled.

For a skilled consultant detective, he leaves a horribly obvious trail.

“From what I know, you’re not supposed to be pursuing a servant,” a chess table sits between them, untouched for a moment for the sake of tea.

“You have no room to talk, Erwin,” he cuts a glance to Levi standing quietly until he scoffs at the insinuation. The red that invades his cheeks cannot be tsked away. They have all been together since they were children — there is no way Erwin and Levi’s secrecy could slip past him, Hanji, and Nile. Miche’s superior senses and being groomed into a detective, he was the first to figure it out. Nile did take much longer to catch on. Too busy chasing after his now soon-to-be wife.

“I’m aware,” he pauses to take a sip of his tea, “I simply said you’re not supposed to. I never said not to.”

Miche hides his face behind the teacup, cursing Erwin for saying anything because now he is putting agency behind his pining. But he is not like Erwin, someone who can be satisfied with secrecy, and he is not like Hanji, someone with a harem under the spell of their charms. He wants you to be his, shamelessly his, loudly and proudly his, and he wants to be shamelessly yours, to tell everybody that his love resides in a beautiful woman with calloused hands and a sweet voice.

He was never strong in the first place when it came to you but now it seems his strength is withering away completely.

■

Ever since Miche mentioned wanting you in the estate more, you have been learning some new skills. Who knew making potpourris could be so useful? The maids inside the estate seem to love them, making the closets smell sweet instead of stale, they even requested some for the bathrooms. You agreed as long as they could spare some cinnamon for you to use in it.

Late in the evening with a sheer bag of your homemade potpourri, you sneak into the household. Catching a glimpse of Miche is not exactly rare but definitely not as common as you both hope. Better than before but still not enough for either of you. There’s a place in your heart that craves to be completed and you know only Miche can satiate it.

What’s frustrating is that the dress code inside the estate is different, so you had to trade some fresh lavender for a pair of white stockings instead of your usual gardening attire. Your clumsiness rears its head once more, tripping on your way to the bathroom on the second story not even realizing Miche is there before he’s holding your arm so you don’t fall flat onto the floor.

It’s highly embarrassing. Tripping so messily in front of him. There’s an art in the way the rich ladies swoon and faint prettily so the one they want to court can catch them but that was nothing of the sort. You see this as an inconvenience not an art form, completely frazzled and stuttering but Miche sees a chance. Erwin’s innuendo bounces around in his head and before he even thinks, he’s pulling you into the bathroom with him, looking into the hallway before closing the door.

He finally takes a moment to process the situation. You and him are alone, in a secluded bathroom away from anybody at the moment. This may be the only chance he has at the moment to pursue you. But instead of being the suave bachelor he should be, he catches a whiff of the strong potpourri and stutters out, “what’s-what’s this?”

Watching a dignified man fall over himself is endearing, seeing his cheeks glow like when he was a kid and his green eyes look more lively when they catch yours, “Oh! I made it. To make places smell good...”

He nods, barely listening as he leans closer into you, pressing you against the sink counter. You are sure you sound foolish but neither of you are really paying attention to that, “you know we shouldn’t be alone together. If anybody sees us-”

“No one will, I promise.”

There’s a firm confidence in his voice you cannot deny, letting his hand trail up your arm and to your jaw.

“Can I?”

The possible consequences of your actions melt into puddles at his desperate look, begging and pleading even just for a kiss. You give in, nodding into his hand.

He’s unexpectedly... soft. Holding you like fine china with barely brave kisses, finally indulging in an almost life-long craving is euphoric. There is a small moan pressed into your connected lips and as soft as this moment is, knowing you make the only son of the renowned family of the Zacharius’ sound so pitiful is revitalizing, filling you with confidence that you never had the courage to grasp onto.

Grasping onto the lapels of his coat, you pull away just for a moment, feeling his hand trail down to the peaks of your ass. Just being touched by him sends heat coursing through your veins and puddling into your nethers. The tops of his cheeks to the tips of his ears are red as roses as he pushes out another request, “can I... touch you more, please?”

His age deceives him, now he looks so young and bashful that you cannot help but laugh, “have you never...?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just-” he curls down into your neck, “you’re different.” You’re special, is what he truly wants to say.

It is risky. Both of you in a stray bathroom in the estate, both of you of completely different class standings, both of you completely head over heels in love with each other. The warmth of his hands linger on every part of you they have touched, your jaw, your hips, your ass. Maybe the risk is worth it.

“Then touch me all you wish, I have no objections.”

Immediately his hands descend to your thighs, pushing up the uniform dress until he is able to feel your skin under a thin layer of stocking. Trailing his fingers to the warmest part between your legs and it isn’t until you are keening and gasping that he finally pulls you to sit in the chair present in the bathroom for visiting ladies purses. Miche is quick to be on his knees between your legs, working off your shoes to set a stocking-covered foot on the juncture of his thigh as he flips the skirt over his head. Now you cannot see him but you can feel him. Hot breath huffed against your thighs sending a shiver through you.

“You’ve served my family so well,” large hands around your ankle and thigh to keep you in place for him while he is kissing at your cunt through your stockings and panties, “let me serve you now.”

The kiss is a muted feeling because of the fabric but nonetheless, it makes you suck in a breath, watching his head move underneath the dress.

Part of him does not wish to cause you inconvenience but the impatience moves his hands before his mind catches up, blunt nails pinching at the fabric covering the place he can smell that is so purely you. Pinching until a little hole is created so he can wiggle a finger in and tear the fabric a big enough hole to reach your cunt. The rip startles you but the fact that he is desperate enough to act so beastly sends a shiver down your spine. God, this is the scent he could only catch a few rare times, the scent he fucks his fist to at night wishing it was you. But now is not the time to dream. His fantasy is brought to life before him, finally able to push your panties aside and stare at your cunt despite the darkness of your skirt covering him. He lets his hand ghost over your clit, savoring how your hips jump a bit, gathering your slick on his fingers and watching how it pulls thin only to finally put his mouth upon your mound. Not minding the curls accenting it or the lingering smell of soil permanently stuck to your skin. In fact, he prefers it because all of these traits are so distinctly you and he cannot get enough of the fact that he is between your legs and under your skirt.

A hot tongue presses firmly against your lower lips, licking in between until he is pushing his face nose deep into your cunt, nose knocking against your clit as his tongue works around your hole. Your head falls slack against the wall, you fold the leg he is not holding against the chair next to his head as your other foot knocks against his growing bulge. Even just feeling his member beneath your covered foot makes your eyes widen because of the size and how desperately his hips chase the pressure. He’s fumbling to hold your leg firmly against his tightened pants, pushing your ankle against his cock as he devours your cunt with dedication. You wish you could at least see him in his full glory but for now, you are satisfied with this.

If anything, you would compare him to a desperate dog humping your leg and lapping at your nethers like it is his last meal on this earthly plane. You find your hands wanting to dig into his hair but the best they can do is clench the fabric over his head. Your hips are following the flow of his tongue, his other hand placed on them to guide your juicy cunt into his mouth while he moans into it. You can just barely feel the edges of his scruff scratch at the sensitive skin around your inner thighs and cunt. The depth of his voice reverberates through your clit and you can feel an orgasm march steadily along your belly while Miche continuously rolls his hips into your ankle. He could cum just from the smell of your cunt sticking to his lips and nose, just imagine how he feels right now.

But he keeps his pace steady despite some of your squirming, licking until he feels his scruff is soaked by your cum and immediately sets to work on cleaning up your juices with his tongue. You keep a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds. One last thrust into your leg and he is falling apart quickly, cum sticking to his underwear as his hand roughly grips your thigh so he does not moan loud enough to attract any unwanted onlookers. If only you could see how his eyes roll back and his jaw clench.

Again, you feel a hot breath against your thighs as he shifts your panties over your soaked cunt. He pulls back as you gather your skirt to your hips so you can see him and what a sight it is. Heady green eyes and breathless pants paired with disheveled hair and a wet face and beard, licking his lips and huffing through his nose until most of your juices are gone with his tongue and fingers assistance.

Your hand is still present over your mouth, almost frozen in shock about how both you and Miche crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. Not that you exactly care anymore, your hands pull his face to yours and into another long-winded kiss where you can taste your own juices and his soft tongue once more.

Reluctantly, he pulls back, adjusting your shoes back onto your feet and leaving a wet kiss to your inner thigh before helping you up.

“I should... wash up. You leave before me,” he presses soft kisses onto your scarred knuckles, turning you toward the door with a tap on your ass that leaves you giggling out a farewell.

Next time he wants to see your face when you cum. He would forfeit heaven and earth just experience you once again.

■

The local police came to him with a theft case not long after you two’s... endeavor. Since he has been busy with that, he has not been able to see you besides the occasional glances into the garden. The case was relatively easy too, despite having to pick up for his father’s lack of presence due to his illness that is slowly chipping away at his life. The theft is either the victim’s brother or his brother’s wife and now it is up to the cops to figure it out and knowing them, it will be a slow process with too much paperwork. Miche can already feel the forming headache swelling on his temporal lobe and has already asked one of the maids present to whip up some soothing tea. Chamomile cannot fix his problems but it can make the stress knot in his shoulders untangle just a bit.

What you did not expect is the said maid shoving the tray of tea into your hands, trading them for the rose potpourri you were delivering to Nanny and pushing you in the directions of Miche’s office. Obviously, she took the chance for you and Miche to interact some more, spurring on the continuation of forbidden love even if it was partially for their entertainment. First of all, you do not even know how to pour tea. You are not a maid, you were never trained in that area but put some garden shears in your hands and you could make the garden look pretty as a painting. It shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Wrong. Your hands are already shaking when you meet Miche’s eyes, his eyebrows shooting to his eyebrows and cheeks flushing, memories rushing back into your minds. The heat of his eyes travels up your neck as you silently set the teacup down beside him. For a second, he observes quietly, letting his eyes venture over you and huffing in amusement with how untrained you seem in pouring tea but enjoying it nonetheless.

But he wants his hands to adventure you, letting his fingers rest on the back of your knee that just barely peeks out of the skirt while you pour as if asking for permission. You throw a glance at him and a nod, setting the teapot onto the desk, bracing yourself on the wood as his hand quickly travels to your inner thighs. Pulling you closer to him with a firm grip on your thigh only for him to pause when he feels the torn edges of the previous wound he inflicted upon the stockings you are currently wearing.

“You’re wearing the same stockings?” he whispers fervently, dropping the paperwork in his other hand in shock.

“Well-” you wish you could explain that these are the only stockings you have and how a hole in the crotch does not necessarily make them unwearable and you do not feel like trading more things for a pair of tights you never wear except inside the estate. If only you knew what that does to him, cock already hardening in his pants at the memories and feeling of your soft skin underneath his fingers. Instead, he pulls his chair back, pulling you to sit in his lap as you catch a glance of someone from across the room. Your heart almost bursts out of your chest before you realize that someone is just you, a reflection in a mirror set against a display case. He adjusts to let your legs be opened wide by his. It does not matter if you crush him or not. You could crush his lungs, and he would still try to let his last breaths be of you.

He can see how the overfilled cup of tea sloshes over the rim but more importantly, he can see your embarrassed face in the reflection of the mirror. A mirror he has been meaning to move somewhere else but is glad he has let it stay at least this long in his office. Fingers trail over your exposed panties, pushing into your clit. The way you moan his name sounds like melted honey over his heart but your expressions are more sinful than anything he has ever seen. Contorting with a bitten lip while his fingers soak themselves with your juices. The only thing of his that has been inside you is his tongue but now he feels the plush hotness wrap around his digits, crooking up into the softest parts you are unable to reach yourself.

Both of you know someone could come in or be listening so you try to keep yourself quiet but with how he is pulling the most unholy sounds out of your body. Letting his fingers dip deep inside you to curl and watching with a chin on your shoulder how your mouth opens in a panting moan. You can feel his cock sitting heavy against your ass, rocking back to please him even if a fraction of the pleasure he is giving you. He takes a firm hand to your breasts to make you lean back into him, holding you firm almost wishing you two could melt into each other as your cunt swallows at least three of his twisting fingers. He wishes he could see how your wet pussy takes his fingers in the mirror but his desk cuts off the image. Your face is plenty enough for him to enjoy, as well as the smell of your cunt permeating the air around him, causing his hips to rock into your ass steadily. He watches you intently until your eyes meet his in the mirror, feeling your insides clench sporadically and having to bring his thumb into your mouth to muffle your loudness.

Maybe one day your voice can be set fully free for him to enjoy. But for now, he savors how your cunt soaks his fingers and how your tongue wraps readily around his finger. Panting in his lap, you grind backward, meeting his desperate grinds until he is finishing in his underwear once again.

Miche holds no shame in finishing in his pants as long as you are pleased before it. Though the temptation to feel your cunt wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers settles in quickly. You catch your breath while leaning back onto him, letting him press kisses into your neck and up behind your ear, letting your hand comb through his hair. There are wishes floating between the both of you of how you wish you two could stay in each other's arms a little longer. But before duty can call both of you away, there is a hesitant knock upon the door causing both of you to fly away from each other, his hands coming to flip your skirt down over your ass and you giving him a handkerchief to clean his fingers off on before the maid that attends to his father peaks in.

“Young lord, your father...”

And with a sorrowful squeeze on your hips, he leaves to follow her, unable to meet your eyes.

■

If Miche could see the inner workings of his gilded cage, he can also see the lock that keeps him in it — His father, currently teetering on the edges of consciousness and the call of death. A sickness that struck him in his old age and kept him bedridden for at least two years.

It is not that he wants his father to die. He would not wish death upon anybody, he just wishes his father was able to understand his passions or him at all before he leaves this world. But instead, he keeps his infatuations secret otherwise running the risk of being disowned despite being the only son. He wishes he could show his father how beautiful the garden you tend is, how beautiful you are. How he would risk everything to be with you, how if you could just hold your hand in front of his father even he’d be able to see...

How if his father could just wake up. But instead, he sleeps. Peacefully, almost suspiciously so. The maid was right to get him. The doctors say his time is approaching and Miche has to make the decision to keep him alive but unconscious or pass away peacefully.

It takes five days for Miche to decide.

It takes five days to plan the funeral as well.

This is one request you wish you never had to fulfill. Preparing arrangements of lilies for the funeral of the father of the man you love. It is not strange to not speak to each other for days but this is different. This time sorrow pulls him away from the one thing that could ease this pain. But for a moment as you prepare the flowers in the church for the service, he is able to be alone with you once more.

You wish you could see him wearing a black tux in a different context. Instead, his eyes are darkened, looking as if he hasn’t slept in days. Cautiously, you let your eyes wander around the church making sure no one besides you and him are present before running into his arms. Leaning into his warmth as he takes a deep breath, curling into you.

The church is completely silent before you speak, “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t.”

How many times has he heard “I’m sorry for your loss” in the past few days? He is tired of it. Tired of being reminded how he probably is not as sad as he should be for his father’s death. The only person that did not say the usual line was Erwin, who clapped his back and said “some doors close for others to open.”

“I wish I could help,” you let your hands rub across his back as he rocks the both of you.

“You are.”

“The flowers don’t count-”

“Not with the flowers.”

You go silent once again, letting him hold you just to find some respite before pulling away. He needs to be the official lord of the estate now, composed and elegant to greet people and thank them for coming. Calloused thumbs smelling of lilies brush over his cheeks before he is pulled back with the sounds of expensive shoes hitting the wooden floor of the church.

Miche hates the smell of lilies.

■

Five more days until Miche is able to reach out again. A note with fancy script you can barely read delivered to you by a giggling maid saying, “Bring camellia’s to my chambers tonight.”

Camellias are still in season luckily. Heart beating fast as you cut some flora at his request, finally you get to see him once more.

The blanch whites and biting red of the camellias do not exactly make the most beautiful arrangement, but they look sweet, almost childish with each other. As you work on different parts of the garden your foot taps the grass flat out of nervousness and you keep glancing towards the sun as if the evening could come any sooner.

Miche himself is pacing back and forth in his room, glancing at a dusty book that has not been touched in years before adjusting a blanket over a chair.

Just as the sun sets your impatience gets the best of you, gathering your bundle of flowers before trying to sneak into the estate without anybody seeing you on your way to Miche. It would just be more of a hassle to be interrogated by other maids or worse, Nanny. But before you manage to knock on his door it is swung open and you are pulled into a kiss that steals your breath. You are trying to mumble against his lips that someone will see the two of you but he only pulls back for a moment.

“And? I am the lord of the house now. It doesn’t matter.” You suppose it doesn’t.

“I could take you against every wall of this house, they can’t do anything.”

You smack his chest with the flowers as he gives you a playful smile, kissing you loudly in the hallway before pulling you into his room. He sits you on the edge of his bed as he walks to his bookshelf, leaving your eyes to wander. Old fencing swords on display, his family crest messily embroidered into a piece of fabric, some stray chess pieces scattering the countless amount of bookshelves present. There is even a vase filled with a variety of dried flowers that you recognize from the garden you have tended since you were young.

There is a quiver in his step as he retrieves a dusty book from the shelf, nerves making his leg shake as he sits next to you. He’s acting too formal, it makes you stiffen and shift your full attention as he clears his throat.

“Do you remember when we were young, in the garden?” Tilting your head you almost say there were plenty of times when you two were young and in the garden, but the most memorable one was when he was staggering and lanky, walking up to you red as a sunburn and leaving with a flower pressed into his palm.

“That time you asked me what flowers were?”

Miche’s face turns just as red as when he walked up to you as a young boy, still the memory haunts him but more than anything he remembers how hopeless he felt after he held a small flower in his hands, knowing he could never truly pursue you. Until now.

There is a flattened pink disc that still lingers with the sweet scent of camellia. Something close to jasmine that has long seeped into the pages of the book. It contrasts the fresh red and white flowers in your hands so readily, freshly bloomed in the spring sun and picked just for him.

“Yes,” he clears his throat once more, hoping his nerves will clear with it, and sets the dried flower into the palm of yours. Of course, you remember this. A bloom you snipped too short that your mother would have scolded you for if she saw. A bloom you gave to him hoping it would satisfy the want in his eyes.

It was when he realized his gilded cage was too tight. A gilded cage that now has no lock, door swinging open for Miche to finally stretch his wings.

“I am the lord of the house now,” you nod, wondering at what he is getting at, “and I am the last Zacharius,” uhhuh, “and the police won’t stop working with me even if I run the chance of losing my social status...”

The blood in your body rushes to your face so quickly it almost makes you dizzy. He holds your hands, thumbing over the fresh flower petals before kissing your knuckles of the hand that holds the dried flower.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Unless you don’t want me to say it.”

Tears are gathering in your eyes and you can’t help but smack his broad chest with flowers over and over until he is giggling and fallen flat into the bed beside you. Letting the petals fly across the sheets until you are fully satisfied with the hits you have served. The singular dried pink flower is amongst the carnage of petals, discarded and forgotten in the sheets.

“Can I take that as a yes?”

You swing a leg over his hips, “yes. Always yes.”

He gives you a boyish smile of true excitement before he leans up to trap you in his arms, pulling you into a kiss filled with smiles and giggles.

“Since you are on top of me...” he sets your hips closer to his, letting his slowly growing bulge be known.

“You’ve become less gentlemanly with me, it seems.”

“I will always be a gentleman to you, my love, let’s say I am now more honest, shall we?”

You hum into his lips, letting his hands venture underneath your more casual dress to feel bare skin, ghosting over your ass only to feel no presence of panties.

“If innuendos make me ungentlemanly, what does no panties make you?” he breathes against your lips.

A whisper of “who knows” is the response he receives before you are rolling your hips into him, capturing him in another messy kiss as his hands meld into the fat of your behind, guiding you in your grinds. Intoxicating, every kiss you allow him only pulls him further into the mix of you and flower petals.

It only takes a moment to flip the two of you, letting him push your dress up until you are pulling it off yourself. Miche sits back to watch for a moment, letting his eyes adventure across the body he has never fully seen but craves more than anything before he unbuttons his own shirt. Slowly, almost temptingly so until he reveals himself fully to you. The hunger to see him in his full glory finally satisfied and glory is the most accurate word to describe him. Strength set in his broad shoulders and chest with a bit of pudge settling on his belly decorated with a brunette happy trail leading to the biggest cock you have ever had the pleasure of seeing. Intimidatingly big, accented by heavy balls with cute curls. He lets you stare as he does the same, the last of the setting sun shining through the window to shine on your skin along with some of the petal carnage sticking to your body. It is only when you close your legs after shifting your gaze that he settles on the bed once more, kissing the tops of your knees

“Must you really hide from me?” He has been knuckle and tongue deep inside you, it is long past the time for such shy, albeit adorable, actions.

You bloom into his embrace, letting your legs fall open to frame his own and his eyes settle straight onto your cunt. He gives a sly boyish smile, licks his lips, and before you can close your legs with a squeal of “don’t stare!” he dives down. Once again letting you feel the softness of his tongue on your lower lips and clit, gathering spit onto your clit to let slide between your folds to your hole to help with the next step.

It is a quick kiss to your cunt before he pulls himself up and over your body, rubbing his scruff along your neck before letting the tip of his cock tease your clit. A soft exhale of his name breathed against his hair, and he kisses your jaw, mumbling into your ear, “can I?”

Your nails make residence on his back as you echo your previous words, “always yes.”

Once more he captures your lips, swallowing your gasps as his tip stretches you out slowly. Part of him wishes to see how your pussy blossoms open at the coaxing of his cock but he would much rather experience your first official time together up close. Hearing every moan and hiss he pulls from you and feeling your nails scratch against his back. Resisting the temptation to cum immediately when he feels the softness of your cunt wrapping around him.

But he pauses when you whisper a small ow, not pushing any further until you say and peppering kisses onto your eyelids as you sigh in pleasure. Now you know for sure he is definitely big enough to hurt, “damnit.”

“Sorry love, almost halfway I promise.”

Half? Halfway? “Almost halfway?”

His chuckle reverberates through you, embarrassed with how you are implying how even half of his cock is hard to take. He pushes another kiss onto your lips, rolling his hips in and outwards only a tad to soak more of your juices on his cock. Inch by inch he sinks into you, pulling back whenever he feels your face grimace to coat his cock with more of your self-produced lube, thankful you are aroused enough to even produce any. Until he is fully seated within you, even him not moving makes you breathless.

Hands press into your cheeks making your eyes open to look into his. A beautiful green no plant could ever wish to achieve. He whispers against your lips once more, asking for a sign to make sure you are ready and quickly you answer back yes. Locking your legs behind his thighs to roll back into his, the stretch is stinging at first but the more thrusts he sends into you the less of a problem it becomes. Eyes rolling back into your head and mouth open to let moans fly free, the pleasure is nothing compared to his fingers or his tongue. His member hits the softest parts inside of your walls, pulling an orgasm out of you before you even realize it. He holds you as you spasm around him, letting your nails dig into his back and resisting the urge to cum with you.

Patiently, he waits until you are trying to catch your breath to pull out, tugging his cock covered in your juices to spill his cum onto your belly. Later, he will think about the possibility of having children. For now, he wants to enjoy every moment with you, just you.

More kisses are pressed into your face that you gladly return, letting him rest above you in a comfortable cage. However, the night is just beginning — why waste the dark embrace of the stars with sleep?

■

Late in the morning, there is a knock on Miche’s door which tears his warmth away from you. Throwing a robe on before peeking the door open to see Nanny standing there with a smile on her age-worn face. His heart drops to his toes, knowing that your endeavors will now be shared with every single servant in the house if they did not happen to hear them last night.

“Should we bring you two breakfast — no, lunch — in bed?”

There is a blush settled in his cheeks because essentially he is being teased by the woman who raised him but he only mutters out a yes please, before making his way back to the bed to curl around you once more. A warm hand placed over your puffy and abused mound to ease at least some of the sourness settling in. But at least finally you two get to bask in the heat of each other in the comfort of his own bed, even if there are still flower petals sticking to both of your bodies.

■

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“But I did,” Erwin adjusts his tie in the mirror, one set against a display case in Miches office. As much as Miche objected at first, it was easy for Erwin to become an Officiant and Miche will forever be grateful for why.

A pretty silver band set with precious stones is twisted around between Miches fingers. Erwin speaks up once again, “Nervous?”

“No,” he huffs out of his nose, “excited.”

■

Never once in your life have you imagined maids fretting over you like a highborn lady. Adjusting your dress and hair until you have to shoo them away otherwise you would go mad. You aren’t exactly sure how fancy ladies stand so many hands on them. It is not a huge voluptuous dress either, you did not want one. The maid dresses were even too fancy for your taste, becoming all too accustomed to overalls caked with soil or casual dresses with branch-tugged tears. It hurts knowing nobody but his friends will be here, neither of your parents being alive to see how happy the two of you are but you know your mother would scold you with tears in her eyes and kiss your forehead to know how proud she is of you. You are not sure what your father would have done but if he loved you as much as your mother claimed, you hope he loves the happiness you are experiencing as well.

Levi is waiting at the door for your arm. After becoming close to him throughout a year of officially being Miche’s partner, you two have grown close, bonding over being born in lower status’ than your lovers and teasing the both of them when they show particularly pompous attitudes. And whenever Hanji would flirt, instead of being met with heat down your neck like it was at first, you throw playful quips back until they are keeling over, laughing their heart out.

Levi is silent, but he tucks a red camellia behind your ear with a hand lingering on your cheek. You are lucky he even decided to show affection but you know everything he does comes from a pure place in his heart.

The ceremony is informal, only you and his friends beside another maid and Nanny that has been keen on getting you and Miche together present. Erwin is there to officiate and Levi steps on his foot to cut a soon-to-be long speech short so you two can shut up and kiss already, in Levi’s words.

If only Erwin, Levi, Hanji, Nile and his wife knew what that garden has seen in the early hours of the morning when both you and Miche were struck with the idea of fulfilling a fantasy. Then surely they would not be stepping around the base of the grapefruit tree so casually. The maids already know — quick as fire, remember?

Miche Zacharius has seen the inner workings of his own gilded cage since he was young. But now, finally after all these years, he can experience the life he has always wished for, filled with freedom and passion blowing under his stretched wings.

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[chaeiimimi]

omg hi love!! if you ever open request please consider this 🤲🏻 but the single mom scenario you did with some more characters like ex: atsumu, bokuto, or iwazumi or anybody!! anyway ur amazing 🗣

hello love! I'm so sorry for the late response, I was kinda getting my life together, but yes! my requests are open! I'll write Bokuto's on the next part 'cause these scenarios are long

HAIKYUU BOYS AND A SINGLE MOM PT.2

Featuring: Atsumu, Iwaizumi

ATSUMU MIYA

the calm music and people chatter contradicted Atsumu's idea of a party, which was loud music, people dancing in the dance floor, dj's and a lot of drinking

but then again, it was Meian's party at his house, he has a wife and two daughters, which was why he was stuck at the couch of his captain's living room, watching the wives of his teammates interact and his teammates were either talking to each other or watching over their kids

even Sakusa was invested in his conversation with Ushijima with his son on his lap

he sat there staring at his phone, aching to leave, but can't 'cause it was his captain's birthday

"Hi excuse me?" Atsumu glanced up and oh boy was he in for a treat

manz really freezes on the spot, did he die of boredom? was he in heaven now? is this the angel taking him to the afterlife? 'cause damn he'd go without any hesitation

you waved your hand in front of his face wondering if he had a heat stroke or something

"sir, are you okay?" you waved again

he finally snapped out of his trance and looked away

"uh y-yes?" he asked, uncharacteristically embarrassed

"are you okay?" you asked worriedly

"yeah, yeah I'm fine, do you need anything?" he asks

you scratched the back of your neck and asked shyly

"can you hold her for a while? I-uhhh- I need to go to the bathroom" you were red as a tomato now, you had no choice everybody was busy at the party and he was the only one who appeared free

Atsumu didn't notice the chubby baby girl you were holding, she had a round face with rosy cheeks, she got your eyes, your lips, almost like a baby version of you with two pigtails on

he was in love for the second time today, but realization hit him fast, and he deflated

he cleared his throat and asked "ohh shouldn't her dad help you with her?" he asks politely while smiling at the baby

"oh, he's not really in the picture" you explained

Atsumu's eyes widen, it's for you to decide if it was because of how embarrassed he is for asking that question or because of happiness that holy shit- this absolutely gorgeous woman is single

"sure, I'll hold her" he smiled and took your baby from you

"what's your name by the way?" he asks, situating your baby on his lap

"oh I'm Y/n, and this is Hana, she's ten months old, you?" you asked back

"Atsumu, Miya Atsumu, and ya prolly want to go to the bathroom now"

you nod and went off to do you business

"hey there angel" he coos at the little girl who was staring up at him curiously

the girl giggles at him and smooshed her cheeks against his hard chest

dear lord save this man from eternal rest

"ya really got yer looks from yer momma huh?" he smirks and bounces her on his laps which garnered fits of laughter and giggles from Hana also making him laugh

"looks like she likes you" you say as you smiled and attempted to go to get Hana from him, but the baby just turned her back on you and clutched his shirt tight

"Baby, Atsumu might be tired, come to mommy please"

"nah, don't really mind, ya should relax for a bit and accompany me instead" he smirks at you

you nodded and you ended up spending the rest of the party with Atsumu and talked about random things

by the end of the day, he got your number before you headed home

he was driving his expensive sports car and called his brother

"the hell ya calling for? ya twerp"

"'Samu what does yer daughter and wife likes to do?"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

it was the end of another work day for Iwaizumi, he was feeling pretty tired after running around scolding three particularly hyperactive players and attending countless of meetings

and a sight of a little girl being bullied was the cherry on top

he didn't interfere quickly since they were not getting physical with her and just closely listened in

"ew so you don't have a daddy?" the girl in the middle of the group rudely says

the little girl stared down to the ground fiddling with her fingers "n-no, but I-I have m-mama and s-she's the best in the w-whole wide w-world"

"still, you don't have a daddy, that's weird" the other girl said

"you don't have someone to give you a piggyback ride when you're tired what a loser" the girl on the left added

"your mama is probably a loser too since she can't find you a daddy"

Iwaizumi had enough and felt the need to step in

"you should leave her alone" he says in an intimidating voice, but it didn't seem to faze the three girls

"she has a daddy now and that's me now head home brats" he says and went over to the little girl and rested him hand on her shoulder, the girl looked up at him, eyes glossy

"don't lie mister, she clearly said she doesn't have a dad" the girl in the middle says feistily

"well she does now, you better head home before I report you to your school for bullying"

this statement seemed to scare the girls as they retreated grumbling

"you alright?" he asks the little girl with a gentle voice

she nodded

"what's your name?" he asks as he leads her to a bench

"Sara" the girl answers timidly

"where's your mom?" he asks

"she asks me to wait for her here, she's working" she answers and sat on the bench

Iwaizumi nods, inwardly applauding the mom for raising a polite and respectful daughter, despite being a single mother

"I'll wait with you then" he says and sat beside her

"mister?" Sara called out Iwaizumi as he answers with a hum

"hm?"

"what's your name?"

"Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi Hajime"

"would you like some candied fruits Mister Iwaizumi?"

he looks at the girl and she was holding a container full of candied strawberries and apples with toothpicks on them

Iwaizumi nods and took a piece

"mom makes them for me to eat while waiting for her, isn't she the best?" she smiled happily and ate a candied strawberry

it was evident in her eyes how much she adored her mother

"I'm sure she is" he smiled and finished off his candied fruit

"Mister Iwaizumi"

"hm?"

"can I call you dad?"

Iwaizumi was taken aback by her question but smiled

"sure you can"

"Sara!" the two whipped their heads to your direction and saw you carrying a paper bag, a cake box, and your purse, in your office attire

you had a motherly look in your eyes and Iwaizumi was absolutely captivated by you, despite your disheveled state, you were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes

"so much for not believing in love at first sight" Iwaizumi could hear Oikawa's teasing from the other side of the world

"I'm so sorry, I had to get you your birthday cake and gift"

"I told you she's the best didn't I?" Sara whispers to him

"yes, yes she is"

Sara ran over to you and introduced you to Iwaizumi and how he saved her from the bullies

You apologized profusely and he just waved it off saying it was not a big of a deal

"well, would you like to join us for Sara's birthday dinner, Iwaizumi?" you asked politely

"just call me Hajime, sure i'll join you, and you didn't tell me it was your birthday doll, I'll just get you a late birthday gift then" he pats Sara's head

Sara shakes her head "It's fine dad, I'm just happy I got to celebrate my birthday with a dad"

Iwaizumi could get use to this, it was never really in his plan to be a dad at this age, but looking at you smiling teary-eyed as you look at your daughter smiling brightly at him, he would give up everything to see that everyday

was it possible to care for someone this much when you just met them? I guess he got his answer 'cause that's exactly what he was feeling right now

after a night of eating and celebrating, Iwaizumi laid in his bed, fresh out of the shower as he calls someone

"Shittykawa"

"Iwa-chan you're in love are you?"

"how did you-"

"you only call me when you have a problem, I have a problem, or you're in love, judging by your less aggressive voice, I can tell my bestfriend he's in love"

"yeah, yeah, whatever shittykawa"

"so, who's the lucky girl?"

"girls, there's two of them"

[blubberingmess]

[Little guy: Bubba] *your view*

Soulmate AU

Pairing: Bucky/chibi!bucky x male!reader

• yes, there will be another part but in Bucky's view :) sorry not sorry

Summary: A life with your grumpy chibi, before you met your soulmate.

Warning: none

Ideas for what chibi!bucky looks like (minus the ears and tail - maybe next time). Drawings aren't mine, also the gif below.

More info about the AU (Please read):

There's no particular time or date when the small version of their soulmate-- or what most people called chibi-- would randomly come out from nowhere, dressed in their favorite/mostly used clothes. They mostly appear when one turned eighteen to twenty-five. On some rare occasions, some chibis won't show up until the person turned to their thirties.

No one knows how it works, not even the scientists. They have never experimented on one because they can't, for chibis cannot be killed no matter how you tried. They only disappears when the real version of them dies. But! They can get hurt, it won't bruise or anything but they can feel the pain.

Chibis don't talk, they communicate through actions and facial expressions from what you've heard. Your soulmate's mood affected the chibi version of themself, will mostly find comfort from their 'guardian' but that's all. People will affect their chibis emotionally, but not physical feelings like pain, hunger, etc.

They also have different personalities, the same personality your soulmate already have and also the personality they would build themselves from how you would treat them.

They eat, drink, sleep like normal people would. They have a mind of their own and as smart as the person they represent.

They also age, their skin wrinkles and their hair grays as well. One woman you found out that her soulmate is twenty years older than her, a few gray streaks of hairs can be seen on her chibi.

Also, they are as small as the size of you hand - even taller depends on your soulmate. But the chibi with the size of your palm are almost always be 6ft < your soulmate. That means if you're smaller than him, your chibi self will be smaller than your palm which means it'll be so much smaller than your soulmate's palm which is.... oh god. You'll get squished! But that's okay, your chibi self can't die ;)

While your soulmate is the person representing your chibi, your chibi's soulmate is your soulmate's chibi :) chibi's are much more emotional - the real emotion of the person. For example; your soulmate is angry at you while his chibi self is not, then that means he isn't actually angry.

More info about them as you read through the story :)

Ask me anything about it if your ever confused or curious and I'll try my hardest to answer it ♡ or this AU is already made, then I apologize if I explained something wrong. This is just how I see this AU would work :)

Also, if you don't like or against fics like this, you are very much welcome to ignore this or unfollow me (igaf, boo) I support LGBTQ+ wether you like it or not~

[Chibi!Winter Soldier]

It was a cold night of December when you first met your chibi, a rather scary meeting to be honest. You were just making yourself a cup of hot cocoa when you heard a shuffling behind you, it was almost inaudible but you heard it.

Slowly turning around, you didn't see anyone, but you did saw something move on the counter just behind the large bowl of fruits you have. There's a pair of steely blue eyes on top of the bananas, quickly ducking down as soon as it saw you snapping your eyes at it. Though, it was no use, it has already been caught and the mop of brunette can still be seen from your point of view.

"You know I can see you right?" Your voice laced with amusement as you spoke, already knew what the small guy is. The chibi tensed, the top of its head poking up more from behind the yellow fruit.

"Its okay, little guy, I'm not going to hurt you," you coaxed the chibi with a soft voice, letting them know you genuinely don't mean any harm. Regardless of how calm your voice sounds, your inner self is currently freaking out at this moment. Heart hammering against your chest as you anticipate on what's about to happen; excited to finally meet your chibi, the mini version of your soulmate!

Slowly but surely, you sees him peek half of his head to the side. Frosty blue eyes staring up at you cautiously-- curiously-- as he analyze your face for a moment before slowly completely stepping out from his hiding place, an arm behind his back.

You immediately noticed the mask that's covering the lower part of his face, and his clothes; some type of tactical gear.

Is your soulmate a soldier or something? An agent?

You were about to take a step forward to properly greet the chibi when he suddenly pulls out a knife from behind him, held by a metal arm, the same arm he's been hiding as he stepped out. A small, but surprisingly intimidating growl emits from him making you lift your hands up in surrender.

"Woah there, buddy! I thought chibis were supposed to be soft and loving? I didn't know they would also want to stab you in the freaking face!"

Another growl before he pulled out something from his thigh holster; a handgun.

You gulped. "Or two. Damn."

He didn't do anything but glare at you, and if looks could kill, you would've been six - no, sixty feet below right now. The chibi's action confuses you greatly, especially after hearing about them being really clingy and sweet towards their 'guardian'; not this!

My soulmate must be a real hot-headed motherfu--

Your thought was cut off by a low rumble that reverberated throughout the whole kitchen, disrupting the tense silence between the two of you. Looking around the kitchen and back down at the small, feisty chibi, you gave him a nervous smile and asks, "You hungry?"

The chibi's eyes flickers at the warm mug behind you then back up at your eyes, silently asking - no- commanding you. You cautiously and slowly dropped down your right hand, stiffening as you heard him cocked his tiny gun.

You doubt it could actually kill you but it still looks intimidating, especially the little guy who is aiming it at you.

"I'm just gonna give you the mug, see?" You grabbed the now warm cocoa and a thin straw you didn't know you'll actually need until now. Slowly making your way towards the counter where he stands, you carefully placing the coffee beside him before walking backwards on your previous spot.

He gingerly lowers his weapons, tucking them back inside his pocket and holster and walked towards the mug, not before giving you a warning look.

"Cookies?" You didng wait for a reply as you began searching through your cupboards, it's not like you expected it considering chibis can't talk.

The intimidating chibi watches you as he took a sip from the thin straw, following your every move with curious eyes. He can't help but feel guilty from his not-so-friendly first impression, it's his instinct to pull out a weapon - well, it's actually your soulmate's instinct, but there's truly nothing in his mind that could push him to actually hurt you.

Your soulmate would've done the same.

Placing the small plate of assorted cookies beside him, you crouched down and watches as he took a broken piece and began nibbling on it, giving you a chance to get a closer look at him.

His mask is now off and resting close to him, making you see his whole face. His lips are pink and a bit upturned on the sides, stubble around the lower part of his face. He looks gloomy and tired, like there's something bothering him for days - even months. No doubt there's not, from how he looks and how he acted a few minutes ago, you could instantly tell that your soulmate isn't like anybody else.

It scares you and excites you at the same time.

You came back to reality when you noticed that something is being pushed right in front of your face, it's a mini chocolate chip cookie. Trailing your eyes from the cookie and to the chibi who's holding it out for you, a smile adorned your face when you saw him looking to the side with a nonchalant look on his face, a small blush on his cheeks.

"Hey bubba? Have you seen my pen?" You mutter-ask from your spot on the couch, looking around for your pen. Bubba (What you decided to call him) opened his eyes from the armrest of the couch on your left, looking up at you while still nibbling on his plum.

It's been three year since your first meeting with your chibi and living with the little guy isn't as bad as you thought it would, just scary. He would still glare at you and send you frosty looks but only when you would do something stupid or idiotic, but he immediately warms up at you after a few days.

Bubba gave you an 'are you serious' look before lifting his flesh hand up and tapping his ears two times before lowering them back down on his half-eaten plum. You kink an eyebrow before reaching up to your right ear and felt the pen you've been looking for the past five minutes, propping your left arm on the armrest behind Bubba.

"Thanks, little dude!"

Bubba just sassily rolled his eyes before he resumed nibbling on his beloved plum, eyes closing in bliss and instinctively leaning back on your arm as he do so.

Who knew the grumpy chibi likes to cuddle and curl up against you when you're reading or working inside your office, sometimes would even take a nap on your shoulder, on top of your head, or your lap kid he feels like it.

What you also noticed is that the little guy likes to eat, a lot, he would practically order you around to make him something sweet or savory, maybe even both. You don't actually mind, you like taking care of him, you just wish you could also take care of your soulmate like how you would take care of the chibi.

You learned that if your chibi would act this way; asking for different kinds of foods and demands affection from you, that means your soulmate is craving them just as much. But sadly, you're not there to actually give him what he needs, you doubt the chibi version of yourself could... maybe?

Oh how it breaks your heart everytime.

Speaking of breaking your heart, how many times had you woken up at the sound of Bubba's whimpers and cries at early mornings around two or four. Everytime he would curl up against your chest, crying and clutching at your shirt as you let him soak your shirt with his tears.

"Hey-hey, it's okay. It's okay, Bubba. Shh, you're okay. I got you, don't worry." you cooed, scooping the chibi with both of your hands. Bubba's shaking immediately subsides the moment he felt your soft, gentle touch on his back, breathing heavily while tightening his hold on your thumb like it's his lifeline.

Glossy blue eyes looking up at you in pain and sadness; almost begging, lips quivering as tears began pouring out from his eyes. Your heart clenched inside your chest as you watched him breakdown in your hands.

You want to calm him down. You want to help him so bad to get rid of the pain, the sadness, but you can't. Unless your soulmate can't calm down, the chibi in your hands won't.

Thankfully, episodes like that don't happened often and doesn't last long - not anymore. A small mood swings here and there but it would almost always immediately diminished after a minute or two.

Your soulmate's chibi must be calming him down. Good job, me that is also not me.

When you go out which isn't that often considering you work from home-- also seeing that you don't have that much friends outside to go away with-- Bubba will be guarded and on your shoulder at all times with his small metal hand on the back of your neck. He'll always have that deep scowl on his face that only softening up when looking at you or when you offer him sweets - ice cream preferably.

You did left him one time, only coming back to a very stressed out and dishielved looking Bubba. Thinking at first that your soulmate is in another one of his heart wrenching episode, but it wasn't. You noticed it the moment you stepped inside the living room and seeing him perched up on the windowsill, his eyes immediately brightens up when he sees you - before frowning once again, crossing his arms over his chest and turning away from you with a pout.

You just sigh and didn't even make a move to hide the smile on your face.

Your chibi is such a drama queen.

[Chibi!Runningawayfromeveryone!Bucky]

You felt something lightly tickled your cheek but you're still sleepy to do anything about it, ignoring the next one your forehead, then on your other cheek, and then your temple. The small of plum and something woody with a hint of gun powder enters your nostril, a familiar scent you grew accustomed to for the past five years with your chibi.

"I'm awake. Geez, Bubba, good morning to you too." you chuckled, patting the said chibi on his head. Bubba grin up at you before giving you a sweet kiss on your nose then began nuzzling into your neck, sighing in content.

The temperature in Bucharest this time of year is quite cold but you're happy that it doesn't bother your chibi, he actually likes it. You decided to have a vacation; just you and Bubba, away from New York, your migraine inducing work - your family. It's all just too much for you to handle.

Bubba was the one who actually chose Bucharest for some unknown reason, he really wanted to go there and who are you to turn him down? Especially when he looks up at you with those big, pleading eyes of his.

Ugh. If this what your soulmate looks like, you don't know if you can handle him. You don't even know if you can say 'no' to him! Now that's scary.

Lifting up your gaze at the ceiling, a frown quickly replaced the soft smile on your face at the thought of your soulmate.

It's been five years since your chibi appeared and you're still yet to see him. You've hang out with the small group of friends you have, relatives, and even visit places you've never visited before with Bubba by your side, but it's all fruitless.

Maybe he's gone? No, Bubba is still here (snoring soundly). Maybe he don't want you? Can't be... right? Bubba likes you and find comfort in your touch. But... maybe it's just Bubba himself and not really your soulmate.

"Bubba stop moving around!" You hissed, gently grabbing the said chibi from your head. He started wriggling around like an excited puppy and tugging at your hair the moment the two of you stepped out from the hotel building, it's a weird behavior you haven't seen him in before.

"What got you so excited, little guy? We're just visiting the market nearby to buy some peaches... Maybe some plums as well. Actually, I'm craving for some corvig."

Bubba half-heartedly listened to you ramble while his eyes roams the market sharply, ears peeled and nose constantly sniffing the air. What you didn't know is that chibis will act like that-- excited and eyes darting from one place to another-- if it means your soulmate is nearby, their senses are tingling and they can feel their heart getting warmer the shorter the distance you are from your soulmate - also Bubba's too.

You stopped in the middle of the market, looking for the particular stall that sells peaches. Bubba is also looking around but for a different reason, absently clutching at his shirt where his supposedly heart is located.

"Why's there no fruit stalls around? Is it on the other side of the market?" You groaned, pulling out your phone. The people around you gave you looks, some with confusion but most of them are uneasiness, thinking you're somewhat scolding your chibi before going back to what they were doing, but now all of them had stepped/walked away from you.

It's not like you cared, the first thing on your mind right now is peaches and plums, also corvig.

You suddenly heard Bubba let out a noise, a squeak-like of grunt before scrambling off your shoulder and down to the pavement with ease. It took you a few seconds to comprehend what just happened before snapping out of it and sprinting towards where Bubba run off to.

Damn, didn't know chibis could run so fast.

"Bubba! Where are-- you." Your last word changed it's aim from Bubba to the man before you, staring back at you with the same surprised expression on his face. His hands are half stretched in front of him before dropping them down to his sides, straightening his back.

Your eyes swing down to the two chibis who are currently busy hugging each other, giggling as hearts and flowers practically floats around them. You watched as Bubba kissed the other chibi on the cheek before nuzzling his head on his shoulder, who squeaked in happiness before burying his face on his chest, obviously much more smaller that Bubba.

The chibi is... you - a chibi version of you exactly; dressed like you and almost looks exactly like you.

Gazing back up at the big version of Bubba or your soulmate, you cleared your throat and was about to step forward to introduce yourself when he suddenly took a step back, his left hand quickly moved to his back.

And then he growls.

You whole body steeled once you heard the sound left his lips and your hands are lifted up in a split second, enough to for him to notice but not enough draw any attention towards the both of you.

With him ready to pull out a weapon behind his back whilst glaring at you with ice-cold, guarded look in his eyes, and you with your hands up in surrender was all too familiar it makes you want to laugh and crack a joke.

"I thought soulmates were supposed to be soft and loving? I didn't know they would also want to stab you in the freaking face!"

Please tag me if you ever tried this Soulmate AU. I really want to read one 💕💕 I hope you enjoyed it. There's a part 2 but in Bucky's view of chibi!You suddenly popping up in his life like fairy god mother.

If there are misused words or wrong grammars, don't be shy to tell me!

[kelieah]

shut up, darling (tom holland x reader)

request: @elsie512: Would you be able to write a fluff that leads to smut? The reader, Tom, plus a few friends are all quarantined together in one house and Tom and the reader are friends and are always teasing each other and lowkey flirting. Then one night, the reader goes into the kitchen and Tom walks in and kinda confesses that he likes her and it leads to smut? Thanks, you’re awesome :)) 🙊🙈

warnings: fluff, flirting, cursing, smut 

words: 2.1k

a/n: one, i’ve never written a smut, and two im a virgin (physically) lmfaooasjdfjjsd so im sorry if this isnt the greatest! but love the request, thank uuu

pov: first, y/n

masterlist

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Drinking is the one thing we all have been doing for the past couple of weeks, and maybe a little bit of dancing. Well, a lot of dancing. Quite honestly we’re just all over the place.

Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine, Tuwaine’s girlfriend Maya, and I are all stuck in the same house together because of the shelter in place order due to the recent pandemic. Although we all didn’t plan to spend this much time with each other, we’re all growing onto it.

“No fucking way! How the hell do you get a perfect score five times in a row on Just Dance!?” I breathe heavily, looking over at Tom who had a smug look on his face.

“Lip sync battle,” Harrison pipes up from the kitchen.

“Shut up!” Tom rolls his eyes, “Sorry darling, it’s not my fault you can’t dance as good as me.”

I gasp dramatically, “Oh, it’s on.” 

After some intense dance battling, we were beat. I place my hands on my hips, “Now I know how Zendaya feels.”

“Funny,” he rolls his eyes, tired of the lip sync battle references.

I fall onto the couch, bringing a water bottle to my lips. Tom grins and slaps the bottle, making me spill some water on myself.

“You asshole!” I hiss, grabbing the bottle and splashing the rest on him.

“Y/n!” he groans loudly, picking up the bottle. I made a run for it before he could take another step, “Bad idea,” I heard him call out.

I snicker but let out a quiet squeal as he easily caught up to me and grabbed my waist, picking me up.

“Tommy, stop!” I whine.

“Children, I swear,” Tuwaine walks into the living room with Maya.

He walks back to the living room and drops me on the couch, tickling my side. I burst out in a fit of giggles, attempting to wiggle out of his grip.

“Stop! Thomas Stanley Holland!” I yell, and he instantly stops.

“Sorry gosh, just don’t ever say my full name like that again,” he whines and lies on top of me, squishing me.

I huff, “It’s cute though.”

“You’re cute,” he hums, making me blush.

“Would you two fuck already?” Harrison groans loudly. Tom and I’s faces heat up, we both sit up and glare at him.

“Seriously, the chemistry is loud between you two,” Maya hums, leaning against the counter.

“I ditto that,” Tuwaine grins.

I hide my face in Tom’s chest, “Kill me, right now, please,” I feel Tom chuckle quietly and rub back.

“Honestly, I agree with you guys. I just think Y/n’s a bit scared of what the old web shooter can do,” he winks.

“Tom!” I gasp loudly, pushing him away. He and everyone else bursts out laughing.

“I’m only joking, love,” he sticks out his tongue.

“Right,” I roll my eyes, throwing a pillow at his face.

It’s been like this between Tom and I for the past couple of weeks, constant flirting and quarreling. Not going to lie, I like it. I like him, I like Tom a lot. I mean who doesn’t?

After some nice dinner all together, we all went into our own rooms. Tom and Harrison had their own rooms while Tuwaine and Maya shared the guest room. While me, on the other hand ending up on the couch. Tom insisted on swapping places, but I kindly rejected.

Though being right next to the kitchen isn’t the greatest idea for someone like me, who’s constantly hungry. I glance over at the clock with squinting eyes and notice it was almost two in the morning.

One snack won’t hurt, I told myself. I sit up from the couch, managing to slip and stumble on my way to the kitchen. I cringe, hoping I didn’t wake anybody. I shuffle over to the fridge, and squat down looking for something to munch on.

“Hungry?” I hear a familiar voice ask from afar.

I jump at the unexpected presence, “Jesus, Tom! Scared me, and yes. Yes, I am,” I sass grabbing some fruit. He lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head while running a hand through his messy hair.

I close the fridge and lean against the counter, “What are you doing up?” I look over at him, feeling my heart pound at the sight. He was leaning against the wall, casually crossing his arms which flexes his muscles. His dark gray shirt slightly shows small details of his fit body, and his red plaid sweats fit loose on his hips. Fuck.

“Heard you fall or something,” he yawns, “You alright, darling?”

I feel my lips curve into a small smile at the nickname, “Yeah. Haven’t really been able to sleep not going to lie,” I pop a strawberry into my mouth.

“Why’s that?” he asks. I practically could feel his eyes on my lips.

I shrug tucking a hair behind my ear, “Dunno.”

“Ah, well I haven’t been able to sleep either.”

“Why not?” 

“Thinking,” he shrugs, mimicking me.

“About?” I tilt my head to the side.

“You.”

“Oh cool,” I say nonchalantly, eating another strawberry, “Wait what?” I cough slightly on the fruit.

“I’ve been thinking about you, for a while honestly,” he says sheepishly, standing up straight as he rubs the back of his neck.

I watch him becoming more flustered by the second, “W-why?”

“Well, I like you. I like you a lot,” he smiles nervously.

“Seriously? Is this a joke? Where’s Harrison,” I stifle an awkward laugh, looking around thinking he’d be hiding somewhere with a camera.

“It’s- it’s not a joke love, I like you.”

“More than friends right? Because if you don’t, I think I’ll go jump off-”

Tom laughs softly and cups my face, stepping closer to me, “More than friends. I mean, isn’t it kind of obvious?”

“W-well, I like you too. I just never thought someone like you would like someone like me,” I feel myself heat up at the gentle gesture.

“Don’t say that darling, you’re worth more than you think,” he pouts, “Can I kiss you?”

I place down the package of strawberries and nod, “Please.”

He presses his lips against mine, dropping his hands from face to my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him close leaving no gap in between us.

I let out a quiet gasp as I felt him lift me up onto the counter. He stands in between my legs, watching me in adoration. I kiss him deeply and run my hands through his hair causing him to emit a low groan. He tugs at my bottom lip softly and I quickly oblige, letting him explore my mouth.

“You taste like strawberries,” he murmurs quietly.

“Good,” I say in between kisses.

“Y/n,” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Yeah?” I whisper, looking into his eyes while nudging my nose with his.

“Can I take you to my bedroom?” he smiles, playing with the hem of my pajama shorts.

“Please do,” I hum. I giggle as he picks me up once again, rushing over to his room. He closes the door behind us, and places me onto his bed. I sit up, watching him flop onto the bed next to me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, propping himself up with his arms.

“You too Holland,” I push him back, straddling his waist. His arms snake around my waist and I run my hands through his tousled hair.

“Do you want to?” he asks softly.

“I’d love to,” I murmur, slipping my shirt off. He sighs in content and roams his hands around my body.

“We could do whatever you want. We don’t have to have sex, w-we could just cuddle and kiss. Whatever makes you comfortable-” he stutters.

I smile warmly at his concern, “Tom?”

“Yes?” he looks at me with puppy eyes.

“Shut up, darling,” I tilt his chin up and press my lips against his.

He chuckles, kissing back. He grabs my waist and flips us over so he’s on top. He grins cheekily at me, slipping off his shirt.

“Absolutely stunning,” he sighs, kissing me on my lips all the way down to my stomach. I feel my breath hitch, as he inches closer to my heat. “May I?” he tugs at my shorts.

“Mhm,” I nod eagerly, watching him.

He slowly pulls them off, peppering my thighs with warm kisses. I sigh at the feeling, biting my lip in excitement. He takes off my underwear slowly and I kick them off, tired of his teasing.

“Eager aren’t you,” he chuckles, lowering himself down to press a kiss against my heat.

I let out a sigh of pleasure, “Very.” He looks up at me with eyes asking for permission and I giggle, nodding.

His fingers slid up and down my folds, eventually moving against my clit. I throw my head back at the touch, “Please Tommy,” I mutter.

He fills me with his fingers and tugs at my clit with his lips. He continues at it until my breathing gets heavier and my moans get louder. He pulls his hands away and I whimper at the loss of contact. 

I breathe heavily and stare at him. “Fuck!” I gasp as he dives into my heat, lapping at my juices. I feel my stomach tighten and I grip his hair, edging him to keep going.

I feel him smirk against me, going even faster while holding down my hips that kept moving. “Close baby?” he hums, sending vibrations through me.

“Yup,” I breathe out, “God, Tom!” I moan quietly, as he adds in his fingers once against pushing me off the edge. I let go and release all over his fingers. 

He grins and brings his fingers to his lips, “You taste divine,” he praises.

I bite my lip, sitting up and place my hands on his chest, bringing them down low to his bulge, “Can I return the favor?”

“How about next time flower,” he pushes back down on the bed, “I just want to be inside you. If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Of course not,” I bring my hands to the hem of his pants, helping him take them off.

He slips off his boxers causing his shaft to spring out. I watch in shock, making him blush.

“Let me grab the condom,” he mutters, still a bit flustered from my gaze. I only hum in response, as he reaches over me and grabs a condom from the drawer next to the bed.

“Can I?” I ask, holding out my hand.

He gulps and nods, handing it to me. I rip the package open and prepare the condom. I press my lips against his, kissing him deeply and slide the condom agonizingly slow on his shaft. 

He moans into my mouth, “Shit, that’s so hot darling.” I wrap my arms around his neck and he lowers us both back down on the bed, “Hundred percent sure?”

“Hundred percent,” I connect my lips with his once again and he slides into me slowly, grunting. I whimper at the feeling, “Oh fuck.”

“You’re so,” he breathes out not being able to finish his sentence, placing his forehead on my shoulder and continues to slide back and forth inside me.

“So good Tommy,” I moan, my hands finding their way into his hair, “Mmph, go faster please.”

“Yeah?” he mutters and I nod, “Okay,” he groans and begins to pick up the speed.

I mewl at the sensation, gripping and tugging at his hair. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” I mumble.

“You mean this isn’t a dream?” he chuckles airily, continuing at a good pace. “Because you’re a dream,” he begins to bottom out.

I feel my eyes close and my back arch, “Such a sap, just kiss me,” I giggle.

He listens and kisses me, his hands massaging my breasts as he begins to slam into me. I moan out loudly and he glances at me warningly, “It’s late.”

“I know, but you’re so fucking good-” I hum. He chuckles and presses his lips against mine passionately, shutting me up.

“God, I’m so close,” he pulls away from my lips, moaning.

“Me too, almost there,” I squeak.

“Fuck,” he groans into my ear, burying himself inside me.

“Thomas!” I whimper feeling my legs shake and my stomach tightening, coming for him once more.

He collapses next to me breathing heavily. I turn over to him, curling at his side, “See, I’m not scared of the old web shooter,” I grin.

He laughs softly, wrapping his arms around me, “I’m so proud,” he teases, kissing my forehead. “We should clean up now,” he walks off to his bathroom and grabs some towels.

After doing so we get back in his bed. I pull up the covers over our bodies, “Maybe quarantine isn’t that bad,” I cuddle into him.

“Maybe,” he holds me close.

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[velkynkarma]

Thank you for reblogging that post about how living as a single is just so damn hard! I'm a female single who loves being single bit it is so so hard to find any affordable housing, my taxes take up almost half of what I earn and the food waste makes me feel like a failure so often even though I KNOW it's not my fault alone. I'm currently trying to get out of my single room with a kittchen corner to a real flat and it almost feels impossible to find anyth so I really needed that post. Thank you.

No prob, anon. I’ve been there and I feel you, trust me. It took me like 3 years of dedicated searching before I found a place I could afford by myself, because I didn’t want to live in a teeny tiny studio, and anything more than a 1-bedroom is designed—and priced—with a couple or a family in mind. They suddenly become so much more affordable and realistic with a spouse’s income to add, or even dealing with a roommate...but what if you don’t want to live with a roommate? Too bad. It’s deeply frustrating. But you will get there, and I wish you the best of luck with your search.

As for food, I really feel you on the food bit. I’m not a big eater to begin with AND I’m single, so I buy a single pack of 3 pork chops because there’s nothing smaller, and that’s 3 meals right there. Things that spoil quickly, like veggies/fruits, dairy products, and meat, I always feel bad when they inevitably go bad before I can get through them, but I just can’t eat them fast enough and they always come in big packaging. It’s hard. With the pandemic it’s been even worse, because I can’t share anything I make, so I’ve had to cut things like baked goods out of my life entirely—because there’s no way I can go through a whole cake or pie, or 24 cupcakes, on my own. It also makes it kind of hard to do recommended healthy meals, because I can’t justify buying some of the ingredients when I know I just can’t get through them fast enough (like salads. I like salads, but I just can’t get through a head of lettuce or a premade bag of salad fast enough, or those containers of greens, and I feel terrible for throwing so much of it away). I’ve taken to doing instant pot meals a LOT because you can make a big batch of stuff and use it all, but then freeze it for later days.

It’s frustrating. I feel your pain. 

But I always like to remind myself of the plus sides! Here are mine:

I can bake, clean, or play music at whatever hour I want because it’s not gonna bother a roommate or spouse. Feel like banana bread at 11pm? I’m making my fucking banana bread at 11pm. Got the motivation to clean the bathroom at midnight? I’m cleaning the bathroom at midnight.

Never have to warn/ask anybody before I take a shower. (My hair is down to my waist, so showers take a while. When I lived at home, this was hands down one of the BIGGEST complaints, because there was only 1 bathroom and it would not be accessible for a while).

My entire home is my ‘introvert recharge place.’ I don’t have to sequester myself in my bedroom to get much-needed alone time. If I want to chill and read a book in my living room without being bothered, I can.

Nobody can ever complain about my choice in video games, movies, music, etc

The TV is also always available for whatever I want to watch or play

My ‘organized chaos’ cleaning routines can’t bother anybody because it’s all mine and I know exactly where everything is

If I want to put my signed cartoon prints from VA’s on display in my living room, or my commissioned fanart, or my knicknacks and fandom interests, it’s my home and I can damn well do that

I have an entire second ‘bedroom’ in my 2-bedroom place ALL for me and my books, as my own personal library and study, and I don’t have to share it with a roomie or a kid

I can get whatever pets I want as long as they fit the complex restrictions because I don’t have to worry about a roommate or spouse being allergic to cats or scared of snakes

I don’t have to worry about other people in my place taking proper decontamination procedures, especially with the pandemic, because it’s my place and I control everything that happens in it. 

Living alone can be a huge struggle, especially with the way society is designed to make it difficult to do so and actively punishes people for not being in a relationship or at least having roommates. But there are great things about it too, and I do my best to remind myself of them.

Good luck with your living alone experience, anon!

[anna-amelie]

Overwatch Characters as MPGIS quotes

(crude humor warning)

Ana: Oh come on, punching that girl in the face showed some real initiative! That's the kind of attitude that the youth of today need! Always with the texting and the Instagrams, it's like none of them have any balls anymore!

Ashe: Yeah, you think you can bitch me out? I am the queen of bitch! You look up bitch up in the dictionary and you're gonna see my fucking face!

Baptiste: You gonna come in this doghouse, you're gonna get bit.

Bastion: beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep...

Brigitte: Well, I mean, it's funny, but it's not Cat Dressed as a Shark Riding a Roomba Chasing a Duck funny.

D.Va: I mean, are we supposed to believe that it's his colored beak that gives him the power to turn the fruit into loops?

Doomfist: It's like a stew. If you use too much salt and pepper, when you taste it, you're not gonna like it. Curses have to be looked at like spices. You never want to use too much or they lose their impact. You've got to pick your spots. The less you curse, the more powerful the words can be. (on phone) Tell me something good, Frank. Well then you tell those little f cking b tchy c nts that if they don't get their f cking sh t together, I will personally b tch slap each one of those p ssies up and down f cking Wall Street. If this f cking deal goes f cking f ckity f ck sh t, I will happily knuckle-f ck every last one of those p ssy-ass b tches, rings on! And you know my rings, Frank. You f cking hear me? Good! Now get it done, you f ck. You b tch. You little b tchy f ck b tch! (off phone) So like I was saying, the key is moderation.

Echo: Now, remember! Confidence! You are a sexy bitch!

Genji: (probably sarcastically) I’ll die before that pig-tailed labradoodle ruins the legacy that you worked so hard to build

Hanzo: (sighs and sits down) Every single one of you is a wrinkle in my face.

Junkrat: Here's my rule for eating crayons: red before blue, very happy poo, blue before red, you're gonna have to go to the emergency room.

Lucio: Now are you ready for me to blow your mind? Kickball is just baseball but with your feet!

McCree: Alright, alright, somebody's ass isn't being a team player. *bonus* Aw, you fuckin’ traitor.

Mei: I would like a Dora the Explorer with gumball eyes, please, and those little poppers that you throw on the ground to scare away little kids with?

Mercy: Relax? I'm sorry doc, but I don't live in a goddamn mentos commercial!

Moira: Well if ignorance is bliss, you must be one very happy fucking idiot.

Orisa: I think we should probably be paying attention to what's being said back here, because it sounds like someone's confessing to several very serious felonies.

Pharah: Here I was trying to be the bigger person. And there you were, being, well, the degenerate trashbag slut that you've always been.

Reaper: How many times have I told you that I am not allowed to let you out of my sight? So you know, don’t tell anybody.

Reinhardt: I won! But I lost! But I won!

Roadhog: Okay, so just to be sure, we're a no on car fires, correct?

Sigma: Do you guys ever talk about anything other than, like, revenge? I just saw this video of a kid online who could light up a lightbulb by sticking it in his mouth. I mean, what's going on there, right?

Soldier 76: Oh, I'm sorry, do you not want to be here? Would you rather be at home with a nice glass of red WINE, sitting next to your pet WEIMaraner while you guys WIND down your day by catching up on old episodes of Mad Men, created by Matthew WEINer? Is that what you'd like?

Sombra: Tú es un bitcho.

Symmetra: (laughs) I'm sorry, do you know who the fuck you're talking to?

Torbjorn: ... It doesn't matter where you go, there's always gonna be bitches and assholes in your life. So the only thing you can do is surround yourself with the few bitches and assholes you can actually stand being around. And for me, that's you guys.

Tracer: I’m in the Matrix! (screams)

Widowmaker: Listen, I am buying this bottle of wine. Now you can sell it to me or I can sell your organs on the black market! So far tonight, your little power trip has cost me twenty-five minutes that I could've spent eating a delicious chicken fried prime rib dinner! So, while I hold your fragile little life in my stainless steel fingertips, I ask you cashier, do you need my ID? Do you?

Winston: Alright, sorry, geez, just trying to build some team morale.

Wrecking Ball: Yeah, lookin' good! Who's the best? You're the best! You've had all year long to prepare for this day, are you ready? You're goddamn right I'm ready! Gobble gobble, motherfucker. Gobble, gobble.

Zarya: So then he was like, "Give me a lap!" And then I was all like, "Hey coach, why don't you give me a lap?" And then he was all like, "You know what? I respect you."

Zenyatta: The only true happiness comes in death.

Bonus interaction between D.Va and Widowmaker

D.Va: Can you get me a two liter of Mountain Dew? Or whatever the French equivalent is of Mountain Dew? Like a Mountain Deux

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Fight Or Flight

Summary: Life as a side with only a single function is pretty hard, as Flight knows all too well.  It’s even harder when you have to defend the idiot known as Justice from a side who wants to kill them both, and Justice is not making that easy.

Flight couldn’t name many things that scared him more than Avarice, which was impressive, because he was scared of a lot of things.

Carrots came to mind.  And the dark.  And getting hurt or hunted.  The list of fears Flight had built up was extensive.  But to be real, most things on the list were probably more irrational than not.  Avarice, on the other hand…

He had a genuine reason to be terrified of the side.  He’d originally been “Fit” and had been around since Thomas had been throwing them as a toddler.  He’d consisted only of Thomas’ fighting instinct back then.  Until one day, or so Flight had been told by the other single-function sides who’d been around long enough, when Thomas was two, he’d been throwing a fit because he wanted more dessert, and just like that, Fit had absorbed Greed.

Absorbing Greed as the first realization that such a thing could be done was generally not great for the other single-function sides, because suddenly Avarice had been finding ways to absorb apathy, despair, envy, self righteousness.

Flight had shown up after all of this happened, but he had the advantage of being Thomas’ fear.  And so he learned how to run and hide.  That kept him alive long enough to watch many other single-function sides cease to exist.

There were, of course, more sides with multiple functions then just Avarice.  The Duke and Deceit came to mind.  The Duke was made by the core Creativity, after he seemed to absorb everything around him too and realized he had too much to deal with alone (the difference being that Creativity didn’t murder anybody).  The Duke had some of Creativity too, along with intrusive thoughts and some of Thomas’ impulsiveness.  And Deceit had, well, deceit obviously, but also self preservation and selfishness and quite a bit of Thomas’ self love.  Him being Deceit gave him the ability to shut down other sides, which was something Avarice desperately wanted to get his hands on, but anytime he tried he was met with the guard dog that was The Duke.  Flight would admit, Deceit was smart to align himself with a fighter.

So Flight found his own way of doing the same.

Being The Duke’s plaything wasn’t exactly his idea of fun, but it meant The Duke liked scaring him enough to keep him alive, and made Avarice that much warier of absorbing him.

But mostly, he just knew how to run fast enough and hide well enough that he was never in the wrong place at the wrong time.  He stayed alive to watch other single-function sides dwindle down until the only ones left were him and Justice.  And Flight would honestly rather have the last side left with him be anyone else.

“It’s not fair,” Justice snapped, glaring out from their hiding spot behind the television cabinet.

“Yes, I understand that,” Flight hissed back.  “And it’s going to be even less fair if you don’t stop.”

“But why should we have to hide all the time just because Avarice wants everything for himself?”

“Because otherwise we’ll be part of the everything that he takes,” Flight said, glaring.  “How have you survived so long if you’re this bad at it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean shut up,” Flight said, grabbing Justice and shoving his hand over his mouth.  He held Justice tightly for long enough that Avarice’s voice started to be heard, and then whatever minuscule amount of self preservation the idiot known as Justice had seemed to kick in and he kept quiet and stopped moving.

They both listened as quietly as they could as Avarice walked through the room.  He didn’t seem to have any kind of a goal that involved murder if the casual tone of his voice while talking to Malice was anything to go by.  But if he knew they were there that would change.

After a long moment of fear and breath-holding, Avarice headed out of the room, and Flight listened to his footsteps fade before grabbing Justice and pulling him towards their original destination of the kitchen.

“Alright, grab what you think won’t be missed,” Flight said, grabbing a couple of fruits from the fruit bowl as Justice went to the pantry on the other side of the kitchen.

Flight didn’t really focus on what he was grabbing beyond the basic, “Is it food?” meaning they ended up back in his room later with handfuls of who-knows-what.  They set down what they’d managed to get on his bed, and Flight spotted three apples, a couple of bags of trail mix, and a handful of mini marshmallows.

“We can split the marshmallows,” Justice said.  “Or one of us could take a couple more and the other could have two of the apples.”

“Give me the apples,” Flight said, because that would be more filling, and he snatched up two while Justice split up the marshmallows and set a bag of trail mix by each of them.

Flight shoved the marshmallows into his mouth the second Justice handed them to him, and started on the apples next, shoving the trail mix in his hoodie pocket to eat for dinner later.  Justice started to eat everything, which meant he was probably thinking he’d go back later because he deserved enough food to not still be hungry.  Fucking idiot.

Flight leaned back on his bed and tried to breathe easy for the first time all day.  His room was safe in that it was much harder for sides to get in it without his permission, something he obviously didn’t hand out to everyone.

There were only two exceptions as to sides who could enter his room at any time.  The first was Deceit, because he had access to the entire mindscape and could do whatever the hell he wanted.  And the second was Justice, because despite what an idiot he was, he was the last other single-function side left, and they needed to stick together.  If Justice was in trouble and Flight’s room was closer, he had permission to head there instead of his own, and vice versa.

Flight turned towards Justice, who’d just opened the bag of trail mix.  “That’s not a good idea,” he said.

Justice glanced over at him.  “I’m still hungry.”

“You’re not going to make it if you try to go into the kitchen around dinnertime.  Especially not by yourself, and I’m definitely not helping you.”

Justice scowled.  “It’s not fair that we have to dig for scraps.  We should be able to eat three meals a day just like the multi-function sides.”

“For fuck’s sake, Justice, I don’t care how fair it is,” Flight said.  “If you eat that now and try to go back for more later, it will not end well for you.”

Justice glared at him and started shaking the trail mix bag into his mouth.  Flight gave a harsh sigh and leaned back against the wall behind his bed.  “Sure, whatever,” he grumbled.  “Your funeral.”

Justice finished eating the rest of the trail mix, and then wandered over to the other side of the room as Flight watched from his bed.  “Flight, when are you going to start doing things?” Justice asked, turning around to look at Flight from over by his barren desk.  “This place is so empty.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” Flight asked.  “I’m not Creativity.”

“No, but you could at least decorate,” he said.  “I hung up all of Thomas’ favorite superheroes in my room.  And some quotes about justice as an idea, and—”

“Hey, Justice?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Justice huffed and crossed his arms.  “Come on, this room doesn’t feel like a space for you!  Do something with it!”

“This room is the reason I’m not murdered in my sleep,” Flight said.  “It’s doing something for me.”

Justice spun his desk chair around and sat backwards in it.  “Do you even know what you like to do?”

“I like to be not dead.”

“Other than that.”

“Well, I don’t know, I’m pretty fond of that one.  It’s up there on my list of things that I like.”

Justice sighed and leaned over the back of the chair until his arms almost reached the floor.  “You deserve to start living.”

“I am living.  That’s the whole point.”

“No, you’re surviving.  There’s a difference.”

“Oh, damn, you’re right.  I’ll tell you what, I’ll stop caring about my general safety like you, and then we can both get killed that much faster.  Sound good?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I know what you mean,” Flight snapped.  “But I also know that my being scared keeps us both alive, so I’m not too thrilled about the idea of what’ll happen if I stop, okay?”

Justice sighed.  “That’s not fair to you,” he mumbled.

“Thank you for your acknowledgement that my life sucks.  It means so much.  I’ll remember you fondly when you get yourself killed for being a moron.  Or are you immune to death because it’s not fair?”

Justice didn’t look amused by that one.  Flight leaned back against the wall again and shut his eyes, trying once again to relax while he could.  He didn’t want to work himself into a panic attack again.  He might be staying in his room the rest of the day, but they were still exhausting, and not very fun.

Then again, he supposed if he was going to have one, it might as well be now, while he could be safe and gain his energy back before he had to run out to get food again.

Before Flight could decide whether or not to let himself have a panic attack should it happen, a loud crash came from the other side of his door and made the decision for him.

Flight let himself hope for a second that it was just The Duke coming to scare him again, but then a horribly familiar voice yelled out “Flight!”

Flight tried his hardest not to scream and pulled his hood over his head as Justice jerked upright on the other side of the room.

“Let me in!” Avarice screamed.

Flight didn’t say anything.  He shook his head at Justice, who had opened his mouth across the room.  Justice shut his mouth, of course.  He was an idiot, but he wouldn’t go against Flight while in his room.  Flight could kick him out for that.  And if Justice put them both in danger while Avarice was right outside, he would.

“I know you’re in there!” Avarice screamed, except he didn’t, he didn’t, there was no way for him to tell.  Flight ducked his head down and took deep breaths.  Justice made his way silently across the room and wrapped his arms around Flight as he was starting to shake.

Finally, Avarice screamed in frustration and banged one more time on the door.  Flight held back a whimper.

“Where the hell are they?” Avarice snapped, clearly to himself at this point.  Flight shoved his hand over Justice’s mouth, who glared down at him but still didn’t say anything when he noticed the panic in Flight’s eyes.  “Where are you, you little fuckers? We have business!”

With that, Avarice stormed away, and Flight waited a couple more seconds before pulling his hand down from Justice’s mouth, who didn’t look very happy.

“We were perfectly safe in here!” he exclaimed.  “You could have said something back, we would have been fine!”

“Are you fucking nuts?” Flight asked.  “You want to piss him off even more?”

“Flight, if we actually worked together, we might have a shot!  None of the other single-function sides ever worked together before!  We’re the only two, we might end up being able to do something if we stop hiding like cowards!”

“Or we could end up dead,” Flight said.  “I thought we went over this!”

Justice scowled and crossed his arms.  “So you’re not going to help because you’re too scared?”

Flight stared at him.  “You do realize who you’re talking to, right?  Or did you forget the fact that I’m Thomas’ instinct to fucking run when he sees danger?”

“We can’t just keep running forever!”

“Says who?”

“Me!” Justice exclaimed.  “It’s not—”

“Fair, yes, I know, none of it’s fucking fair, I get it,” Flight snapped.  “You know something?  Fair is the stupidest word in the goddamn dictionary.  Let’s see if you can still lecture me about things being fair when you end up dead fighting for it!”

“At least I’d go out fighting for something,” Justice snapped back.  “You’ve never stuck your neck out for anything in your life!”

Flight looked at him through narrowed eyes.  “I stuck my neck out for you,” he said.  “You think I’m safer with you around?  You’re constantly putting me in danger.”

“Yes, and the fact that I’m the only one here who treats you with anything even approaching respect has nothing to do with it,” Justice spat.  “The fact that I’m the only friend you’ve got doesn’t have anything to do with why you keep me around.  You’re telling me if I was in danger you wouldn’t fight for me?”

Flight threw his hands up in the air.  “No,” he said.  “Of course not!”

Justice jerked back in surprise, and stared at him for a moment longer.  Flight didn’t stop glaring.

Justice blinked at him.  “…Really?” he said, and suddenly his voice was quiet.

“I’m not going to get myself killed for you,” Flight hissed.  “I’ll help you if I can, but I can’t pull your dead weight all the time.”

Justice took a step backwards.  “But I… I thought we were friends,” he said softly.

“Friends are a stupid risk that only powerful sides can take,” Flight said.  “And I can’t be friends with someone like you.  You’re an idiot.  If I care about you too much you’ll get me killed.  I keep you around because you give me access to your room when I need it.”

Justice stared at him for another moment, looking more hurt than Flight had ever seen him before.  Flight almost took the words back, twice.  But after another moment, Justice’s gaze hardened.

“Fine,” he said.  He started towards Flight’s door.  “Then you don’t have to bother lugging around my dead weight anymore.  I can take care of myself.”

“What?” Flight grabbed his arm before he left.  “No, Justice, you can’t.  You don’t know how to survive.”

“And why should you care?” Justice said, glaring at him.  “I only ever almost get you killed, after all.”  And before Flight could say anything else, he turned and stormed out of Flight’s room, not even bothering to cower.

…Okay.  That was fine.  He’d be fine.  His room wasn’t terribly far from here, and Avarice had been here recently enough that even Justice knew to get to safety as quickly as possible.  He’d be over it tomorrow, and then they could both go get food from the kitchen tomorrow like they always did.  Flight didn’t need to worry about it.

He shut his door, moved over and sat on his bed.  He would worry anyway, of course.

That was his job.

But regardless, a few hours passed with no sounds in the mindscape beyond what was normal.  Flight managed to relax after a couple minutes passed and no sounds of screaming from Justice came.  So he was fine.  And Flight could apologize tomorrow, and almost mean it.  Everything would be fine.  Everything would be fine.  Everything would be fine.

“Everything will be fine,” Flight whispered, trying to calm his breathing.  He really couldn’t afford to have a panic attack now, it was only dinnertime, and he had to stay up a couple more hours until he heard Avarice go to sleep.  If he fell asleep while Avarice was still awake, he’d have nightmares.

…That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t have nightmares anyway, but if he fell asleep while Avarice was still awake, they’d be much more likely to be nightmares about dying by his hands.

So Flight leaned back against his wall, pulled his legs up to his chest, and spent several hours trying to steady his breathing.

That being a possibility was thrown completely out the window when the screaming started.

Flight leapt up from his bed on instinct when he heard it, and a second after that he recognized it.  Justice.

Flight ran over to his door and put his hand on the handle.  He took a breath and opened it.  He needed to see what was going on.  He might be able to get Justice out and back to his room without anything else going wrong.

He followed the screaming through the living room and towards the kitchen, which was when he started to get a horrible idea he knew what had happened.  Sure enough, when he looked around the corner and into the kitchen, Avarice had Justice backed up against the cabinets.  The Duke was sitting on a nearby counter, seeming totally uninterested in what was going on and instead reading through a magazine covered with scantily clad men.

“Shut up, you little pest,” Avarice snapped, shoving a hand over Justice’s mouth.  Justice was bleeding from his eye, which he was covering with his hand.

Justice shifted enough to dislodge the hand.  “Let me go,” he snapped.

The Duke looked up curiously, and Flight ducked down further.  Please don’t let The Duke notice him.  If he noticed him he’d chase him away.

The movement caught Justice’s attention, and their eyes met, Justice’s widening slightly.  The next second they turned pleading, and Flight recognized it for the begging for help that it was.

His hands started to shake.  He couldn’t go out there.  He couldn’t.  Justice was on his own.  He couldn’t overpower Avarice, he was Avarice.

“Like hell,” Avarice snapped, leaning over Justice further.  “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get my hands on you?”

The Duke sighed, sounding very done with this whole situation.  “Avarice, come on, let him go,” he said, and Flight’s spirits raised suddenly.  “You can’t keep killing all of the single function sides.  Dee-Dee doesn’t like it.”

“There’s only two more,” Avarice said, and Flight was a little taken aback by how different he sounded.  Almost like he… respected The Duke.  Or at least that he had to pretend that he did.  “Hardly worth keeping them around at this point.  Besides, who around here actually likes this one anyway?”

“Hmm,” The Duke mused, looking back at his magazine.  “He is very annoying.”

Flight looked back at Justice, dread welling up.  No, no, no.

Avarice grinned, and Flight saw him start the all too familiar process of absorbing his function.  And a side without a function had no reason to exist.

“Help me!” Justice screamed.  “Someone, please!”

He’s not calling me out, Flight realized.  He was trying to keep him safe.  Flight was going to stand here and watch the only person who’d ever shown him any kindness be killed by the side who made his life a living hell.

That… that wasn’t fair.

“H-hey!” Flight snapped, standing up.  All three of the other side’s gazes flew to him.  “Leave him alone!”

Flight kept his gaze firmly on Avarice, though he could have sworn he saw The Duke looking curiously at him from the corner of his eye.

Avarice started cackling, and Flight almost bolted right then and there.  “Oh, this is priceless,” Avarice said, turning while still keeping a firm grip on Justice.  “Does the mindscape’s resident coward want to stand up for his friend?”

“Y-you—” Flight clenched his shaking hands into fists.  “Let— let him go.”

Avarice smirked at him, then turned back to Justice and absorbed the rest of his function before Flight could blink.

“No!” he cried, at the same moment The Duke of all sides said “Hey,” sounding more than a little ticked.

Avarice turned and shoved Justice towards Flight, then leaned casually back against the counter.  “All yours,” he said.

Flight leapt forward and caught him, then turned the side over in his arms.  Justice didn’t look in pain anymore, but he didn’t look much of anything else either.  He was already starting to fade.  He looked up at Flight, and Flight wanted to kill someone for how terrified he looked.  But for some reason, he also looked proud.

“Hey,” Justice said, and he smiled weakly.  “I knew you had it in you.”

“No,” Flight said.  “No, you are not dying on me.  You’re not, you hear me?  You—” Flight squeezed his eyes shut.  “You stay here.  Hang on.”

“What are you—”

Flight set Justice against the counter and stood, turning to face Avarice.  His hands were still shaking in terror, but that was nothing compared to the rage suddenly building up in his chest.  “What. The hell. Was that?” he growled, taking a step closer to Avarice.

Avarice smirked in amusement.  “Oh, sweetheart.  Why don’t you save yourself the embarrassment and run off with your tail between your legs?  I’ll leave you alone for now, you can live another day.”

“No,” Flight growled.  “You listen here, you piece of shit.  I have watched you kill off half the mindscape.  And I’m not going to let you do the same to the one good part of it.  Give me him back.”

Avarice laughed.  “Oh, sure, I’ll just—”

Flight stormed forward and put his hand on Avarice’s chest, and without really knowing what he was doing, reached inside and pulled.  “I said.”  Something was coming out of Avarice’s chest, and his eyes widened.  “Give me him back.”

Flight pulled, and yes, there was a glowing ball of light that represented Justice’s role, and… something else too?  He yelped in surprise as the something else, something dark and angry and fierce, crossed the empty space and flew right inside him, nestling inside his chest right next to where his core function was.

But he didn’t have time to focus on that right now.  Instead he turned back to Justice, who was staring at him and had almost faded away, and knelt down in front of him, holding the function up to his chest.  The small ball of light he was holding fazed into what was left of Justice, and he stopped fading.

Flight let out a breath of relief and pulled Justice up into his arms.  “Are you okay?”

“I… yeah,” Justice gasped.  “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Flight turned to glare back at Avarice, who was gaping at him.  Over on the other counter, The Duke was staring at him too.

“You… you took it,” The Duke said.

Flight looked down at his own chest, that was starting to glow, some sort of odd mix of black and purple.  After another second, his chest stopped glowing and the roles settled, and somehow he instinctively knew what they were.

“Fight or Flight,” he said softly, looking back at Justice.  The Duke hopped down from the counter, and Flight— or no, that wouldn’t work anymore, would it?  He’d have to come up with something else— looked back over as he crossed the room.

“Cool,” The Duke said, starting to grin.

“Hey, wait a second,” Avarice said, starting to march across the room again.  “That was my original function.  You can’t just—”

Flight whirled on him and marched closer, shoving Avarice back into the wall.  “Yeah?  Cause I just fucking did.  And if you ever touch him again, I’ll take more, do you understand?”

Avarice, for once, looked scared.  Flight decided he liked that.

“Hey,” The Duke said, and he turned again.  “What’s your name?”

“Uh…” Flight looked down at his chest.  He looked back up at The Duke.  He thought for a minute.

“Anxiety,” he said.

The Duke started grinning.  “Anxiety,” he said.  “Well, Anxiety, that was fucking badass.  I didn’t know I was messing with someone who had so much guts.  Do you two want to come meet Dee?”

Anxiety blinked in surprise.  “Deceit?” he asked.

“Yeah,” The Duke said, grinning over at him.  “I think we could seriously use someone like you around.  And I uh, imagine where you go he goes,” he said, grinning back down at Justice.

Anxiety nodded firmly.

“Cool,” The Duke said.  “Well, let’s get going then.”  He headed off like that decided that.  Anxiety looked down and quickly grabbed Justice’s arm.  He had no idea how long this offer was going to last.  He pulled Justice up and started dragging them both after The Duke.

They caught up when The Duke was knocking on Deceit’s door, which Deceit looked surprised to see when he opened it.  “You’re knocking?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, these two can’t appear in your room without permission,” The Duke said, gesturing back at them.  “And you’re gonna wanna know what Anxiety here just did for… oh, uh, sorry what’s your name?” The Duke asked, glancing at Justice.

Anxiety shared a glance with Justice, and they both seemed to realize simultaneously that they’d get laughed out of the room if they introduced a side named “Justice” to The Duke and Deceit.  Justice nodded, small enough that it would be imperceptible to anyone else, giving Anxiety permission.  Anxiety did the same back.

“Wrath,” Anxiety said, turning to face the other two.  “This is Wrath.”

“Ooh, nice,” The Duke said, grinning wider.  “Anyway, you’re gonna wanna hear what just went down.  I think it’s time to add some new members to our crew, Dee-Dee!”

Deceit raised an eyebrow.  “Really?  Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Just here ‘em out!”

Deceit shrugged.  “Alright, come on in,” he said, looking back towards Anxiety and Wrath, and then headed back into his room.  The Duke followed him, and Anxiety shared one last glance with Wrath, who shrugged.

Anxiety took a deep breath, and they both headed into the room of the head of the subconscious, preparing themselves for whatever was going to happen next.

Part 2

[vampish-glamour]

Hello fellow ragdoll owner, I see you are also a woman of culture. Honestly not surprised they’re one of the dumbest cat breeds. The only reason I don’t consider mine my dumbest cat is because she is slightly less aggressively stupid. More just passively stupid. Also I want to know more about your cats!

Hello! I wasn’t surprised either. I mean, mine is sort of at a disadvantage because he’s blind in one eye (it’s lazy), so he probably lacks depth perception and has a hard time moving around like a regular cat lol. He moves slowly and tends to creep up on things, then slams his head into them in attempt to do the graceful headbutt/“this is mine” thing cats tend to do. Except he is in no way graceful.

I think ragdolls are considered stupid because of how docile they are. It makes them total sweethearts but not very smart looking in comparison to something like a Siamese. Also, they’re related to Persian cats which are usually #1 on the dumbest cat breed list.

But they’re also trainable to some extent! Mine can sit either by being told to sit or with a hand gesture, and comes when he’s called or when you pat the ground/chair/etc. Very good boy.

I’m just going to describe the personalities of him and the others, because weirdly enough pictures and names feel private?

So we’ve got the dumb ragdoll lol. He’s super sweet tbh, senses when people are upset and will sit with them. There’s been times where I’ve been curled up either sick or crying and he’ll come and curl right up to me, which is really nice because anybody who’s ever touched a ragdoll knows how comforting they are (for anyone who hasn’t; SOFT and FLUFFY). He has a habit of following people around at night, and will literally follow you up and down the hall endlessly (I’ve tested it). He likes feet and WILL attack them. So that bit makes him a little bit of an asshole, as well as his plastic chewing habit which has victimized some of my art supplies cases.

The other three are from the shelter so I can’t give breed specific details.

The smallest one is extremely feisty, and he kinda scares me. He has these huge eyes that are super cute until they’re used to stare into your soul. He’s a tiny ball of anger and will scream at you until you cuddle him, and will literally eat off your plate while you’re still eating if you’re not careful. He’s definitely the leader of the bunch. He has a favourite toy that he “catches” and then drags around the house while meowing. It’s a really distinct meow and according to the internet this is him saying “I’ve caught something!!! I’ve got prey!!! Do you hear me???”. He’s also really in tune with people’s emotions and will be the first to come sit with you when you’re sick or upset. So he’s a sweetheart, he’s just scary as well.

The first one we got is a total sweetie. He’s the cuddliest thing, and absolutely loves to be pet in any way imaginable. Like any “don’t pet a cat this way” doesn’t apply to him, because he very clearly loves any type of attention he can get. If you let him, he’ll sit in your lap for hours. He purrs really loudly too, like you can hear his purring from the other side of the room. So he’s really nice to cuddle up with, and he’s very happy to cuddle. He looks kinda scary because he glares at people, especially when you laugh at him (he KNOWS). I think he might get separation anxiety, because I’ll often hear him crying at night, and when I go to check on him he’s pathetically carrying around a toy. So I play with him for a bit then go back to bed.

Then there’s the youngest and newest addition to the family. He’s really sweet, but a bit of an asshole in the typical cat like way of “lol I know you’re calling my name but I don’t care”. He seems to like to be held, and likes to sort of drape himself over either one of my shoulders or across both of them. He’s a pretty big boy, like he’s almost the size of the ragdoll. He doesn’t cuddle much, but he’s super playful and is really fun to play with simply because of how adorably happy he gets. He steals people’s food, but tends to go after fruit. He really likes bananas, and will go out of his way to eat them. So they’ve had to be placed out of his reach. I feel like the best way to sum up his personality would be “goofy”?

I love them all so much 🥺💖

[smolkooks]

fruit cakes - p. jimin

pairing: idol!jimin x baker!reader, idolverse 

word count: 1.6k 

warnings: none 

summary: jimin was only looking to buy a birthday cake, but he found you instead; tiny, adorable you. alternatively, jimin finally finds somebody with smaller hands than his. 

a/n: hey everyone! i’m finally back with another fic, this time a it’s shorter, but very very cute <3 hope you enjoy yay

( please do not plagiarise my work! )

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It must’ve been a Wednesday morning; something arbitrary like that. Jimin was standing outside of a bakery, staring through the window at the array of cakes that were arranged inside of the glass refrigerator.

He was pretty sure it was Namjoon birthday in a few days, and he distantly remembered being designated by his fellow group members to be the cake-buyer this year. That meant he’d have to put in an order soon, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it. He could almost hear Jungkook’s voice already—Jiminie-hyung, remember when you forgot to buy Namjoon-hyung’s birthday cake?—and the thought of it made him roll his eyes and snicker a bit, at the same time.

He loved Jungkook, he really did, but he knew that the youngest would never miss an opportunity to tease him. Better not give him a chance, then, he thought to himself determinedly, making his way to the entrance of the bakery so that he could make an order before he forgot. A little voice in the back of his head told him it was too late for that, Jungkook already had plenty of things to tease him about, but he shoved that thought away.

As Jimin pushed the door open, he was immediately met with a cool air-conditioned breeze. He breathed it in happily, grateful for the coolness on the slightly warmer day. Along with the air-conditioned cool, he also caught the sweet aroma of frosting and strawberries, which successfully drew him towards the cake fridge, located right by the counter. The counter was empty, at the moment, but a soft clanging in the back of the bakery suggested that the owner was baking.

He hadn’t come to this bakery before, but a bit of wandering had brought him to this quieter side of Seoul. It was a nice break from the fans constantly following behind him, because the more elderly population here had less of a care for idols like him. Also, he kept his face mask on and his bucket hat low on his eyes, so that most of his face was covered.

It seemed the trip here had been worth it, because Jimin was sure he hadn’t seen more adorable cakes in his life—they were frosted perfectly, the icing laced along the sides and the base, strawberries and various fruits decorating the top and forming beautiful patterns. The cakes were almost like sculptures in themselves, and he quickly picked one for Namjoon. He wasn’t sure if his hyung liked fruit cakes, but Jimin personally loved them—so he decided that if Namjoon didn’t like the cake then he’d just eat it himself. It was a win-win situation, honestly, although he found it hard to believe that anybody could not-like a cake from here, when they were all so gorgeous.

Even though he’d chosen out a cake—a big one with lots of fruit and lots of strawberries, he needed to make an order for it, and possibly also think of a funny message to be written on it. So, he carefully knocked on the bench of the counter and called out, “Hello? I’d like to order a cake.” There was some commotion in the back, the sound of a tray being put down against a bench, and then you appeared around the corner, hastily brushing flower off of your face and apron. He watched curiously as you pulled off your gloves and set them in the sink, then made your way over to the counter. Jimin hoped that he didn’t look too strange, or suspicious, dressed so darkly with his face covered, but he couldn’t risk anything. He didn’t want anyone to make a drama out of him being here and cause anybody any trouble.

You were probably around his age, but god, you were tiny, he noted affectionately—well, as affectionately as possible when it came to a stranger. But it wasn’t a lie; you were so tiny and so cute, especially with flower smudged across your cheek and a bright smile lighting up your features.

“Which one did you want to order?” You asked, shuffling through some folders in the cabinet next to the counter before finally pulling out a sheet—an order form, it read at the top, and you handed it to him.

He took it gingerly, before pointing to the one he’d chosen, “I’d like this one, please. Would it be alright to get it personalised?”

Jimin felt himself blush when your smile widened with his question, “Of course! Just fill out this form, are you getting it for a friend, or…?” You gave him a pen, and he took it gratefully.

“Um, yeah, a friend,” He said, uncapping the pen and beginning to write—attempting to subtly hide his name with his arm, but then his hat fell too low and he couldn’t see—

Frustrated, he pulled off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, hoping that it didn’t look too messy, and then returned to filling out the form, putting in the order information that was required.

You were freaking out. You’d thought that the guy was kind of strange at first; after all, usually only familiars from the area came here, but this guy was completely new. Secondly, he was dressed in all black, with his face basically completely covered. Thirdly, his voice sounded unbelievably nice—far too nice for an odd stranger, no, customer in your bakery. But, after all, he hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, he’d been extremely polite, so much so that it kind of had you flustered. Not in a weird way, though.

But then he’d taken off his hat, and you finally saw his eyes, and his hair, which was dyed a lighter brown at the tips—it seemed to have grown out, but it still looked so good. You hoped you weren’t blushing; that would be absolutely embarrassing and just—

You forced yourself back into the present, focusing on not being a weirdo, but then he handed you the paper back and smiled and his eyes crinkled into these adorable crescent moons and you were sure you were blushing now. Especially when his hand brushed yours as he gave you the pen back. His eyes seemed to snag on your hand for a second, widening, and then his smile broadened, although he didn’t say anything—opening his mouth, and then closing it again. “Thank you,” He said instead of whatever it was he was going to say—and you couldn’t help but find yourself feeling a little bit disappointed.

You saw his name—Park Jimin—why had he been trying to hide that? Park Jimin was a pretty common name for a Korean guy… “Thanks, you can pick up your cake on the day of, that’s all for your order,” You managed to say, biting your lip to stop yourself from saying anything you’d regret. You fixated your attention, rather, on making sure that you filed the order form in the right place, with all of the others you’d received, so that you would be able to find it later on. You were about to return to the back room—after all, your job was finished, he had his cake ordered, and you had to find a place to hide so that he wouldn’t see your bright blush, but then he said—

“Your hands are really small!”

When you whipped around, stunned and confused, he flushed, “I’m sorry, that was really weird, I just—uh, well, my friends always tease me for having tiny hands, and I got really excited when I saw yours were really small too—I’m sorry, that’s weird, I’m weirding you out, I’ll just—thanks for the—,”

“No, no, it’s alright,” You said, still confused but also finding the man—Jimin—strangely endearing, “I do have very small hands. But they’re good for when I need to make pretty cakes. Precision,” You wiggled your fingers in the air and Jimin seemed to visibly sag in relief at your response, his smile becoming brighter, if that was possible.

“Here.” In a sudden surge of confidence, you approached the counter again, so that you were close enough to him. You raised your hand and held out your palm, gesturing for him to put his against it. He did, and you caught the light blush on his ears, which elicited a soft giggle from you. Indeed, your hands were smaller than his—quite a bit smaller, because he was able to fold his fingers over yours with no trouble.

He seemed to be in absolute bliss as he said, “Oh, my god, you have no idea how happy I am right now.”

“Why? Because you finally found someone with smaller hands than you?” You teased.

“No, because your hands are so cute,” He said, poking your hand playfully.

Jimin was sure he’d ruined it and scared you away the moment he blurted out those words, but instead, it seemed to have broken the ice. Suddenly, his thoughts became less consumed by Namjoon’s birthday cake, and more by the adorable girl behind the counter with the small, adorable hands. He could almost hear Jungkook’s voice already, Jiminie-hyung, remember that time you went to buy Namjoon-hyung’s cake and fell in love with th—

He cut that thought off so that he wouldn’t start blushing again. Instead, he focused on admiring the cute smile on your lips as you told him about your bakery.

Your brightness was all that mattered in that moment, and Jimin was captivated by it.

Absolutely entranced.

[7-wonders]

As Above, So Below Ch. 22

Summary: Your average, mundane life as a college student is flipped upside down when the man you thought you knew as your next-door neighbor turns out to be the God of the dead. When Michael lures you down to Hell, everything that you thought you knew about the world is proven wrong.

Word Count: 3165

A/N: Thank you all so much for being patient with me. I’ve been working on this chapter for a couple of weeks now, and I really hope it lives up to your expectations (yes, there’s smut). Feedback is always appreciated, and I would love if you liked, commented, and reblogged if you enjoyed this.

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Although the news that the golden apple that will grant you immortality is on its way to the Underworld should cause you to hurry back home, you and Michael take your time in gathering your belongings. Cassius had left just as quickly as he arrived, the demon having nothing more to do than to serve his master. After fulfilling his duty of telling Michael the news, he had no reason to remain Above. Michael’s right hand preternatural being had given you both an odd look upon your lack of haste, but wisely chose to remain silent on his opinion of the matter.

“Are you nervous?” Michael asks, watching as you fold the picnic blanket up before deciding that it’s not even and starting again.

“No, not nervous.” You’re certain that you’re not nervous. The ball of nerves that settles in the pit of your stomach and refuses to go away is nowhere to be found.

Michael tilts his head, examining you as you pack away the rest of the supplies and carefully shut the basket. “You’re scared.”

Biting your lip, you turn to look at him. “Please don’t make fun of me.”

“Why would I ever make fun of you?”

“I don’t know, because it’s dumb to be scared in the first place?”

“My love, nothing you could ever say, do, or feel is dumb.”

“Not even when I ran away and nearly got eaten by that monster?”

Michael rolls his eyes at the reference of your first night dining with him. “Okay, I amend my previous statement. Nothing that you could ever say or feel is dumb. Some of the situations you get yourself into, however…”

“Okay, I get it! I do dumb stuff.”

Michael chuckles, gently removing your hands from the basket that you’re about to pick up and wrapping his arms around you. “Why are you scared? You know that there’s nothing to be scared of, right?”

“I worry that I’m going to end up rambling if I start to list the reasons why.”

“Ramble away.”

That’s all the encouragement you need, your fears spilling out of you like your mouth’s a broken dam. “Just...what if it doesn’t work? Or what if I die in the process? What if I eat the apple and you decide that you don’t love me anymore? That I’m not the girl in your prophecy? What if it does work, but immortality makes me a completely different person?”

Michael frowns as you brokenly finish listing your worries, eyes shining with tears when you look up at him. He had known that this was weighing on your mind, but not this heavily. “Hey, please don’t cry. It makes my heart ache to see you cry.”

“I’m sorry--”

“There’s no need to apologize.” Pulling you into his lap, he strokes a hand through your hair as he holds you to him. “I wish that there was some sort of precedence for me to draw on that would help to rid you of your fears. All that I know is that Violet would not have agreed to this unless she was absolutely certain that no harm would come to you. As for your fear of me not loving you anymore, I can assure you that that is impossible.”

He looks at you with a tenderness that would shock anybody who knew Michael as the God of the Dead. All that he wants is to make sure that you’re okay, even if that means shedding his stoic persona in order to reassure you. When you finally nod, wiping the tears from under your eyes, Michael slowly smiles.

“I hope that made you feel at least a little better?” Michael asks. 

“It did. I’m still scared, but I’ll be okay as long as you’re next to me.”

He smirks. “I wouldn’t leave your side unless I was forcibly dragged away from you.”

“I love you,” you mutter into his shoulder. Regardless of the barrier, Michael hears your words loud and clear.

“Not as much as I love you.” Pulling you up with him, Michael runs a hand across your cheek and assesses you. “Are you ready?”

“No, but we’re doing this regardless.”

“That’s the spirit.” Before you can protest, Michael throws you a wink and transmutes with you back to the Murder House.

Your jump with Michael into the Hellmouth is much more willing than the last time you made this journey with him, neither of you wasting any time before stepping off the ledge and falling through dimensions. He lands gracefully, although everything that your fiancé (it’s going to take a bit to get used to being engaged to this literal god of a man) does is graceful. You, however, have to grab Michael’s arm to keep from stumbling to your knees upon landing. He bites his lip to keep from laughing, dutifully making sure you don’t fall over.

“I hope clumsiness is something that I lose in immortality,” you mutter as you straighten yourself up again.

“I don’t.” You look at Michael questioningly, and he elaborates. “I love how you trip and stumble. It’s...cute, and very uniquely you.”

You stare at the ground to avoid Michael seeing the bashful expression on your face, waiting for Michael to give the guards the signals to open the doors to the Great Hall. He chuckles beside you, amused at your silence, but nods at his servants and leads you into the room.

The dark shades of red and black that decorate the room makes it difficult to fully light up the room, which is probably why the Inferno that Dante had so famously written about is conveniently located on the other side of the room. The flames provide more light than 30 bright overhead lights, but still cast ghoulish shadows on the walls. Somehow you’ve managed to get used to seeing the entrance to the nine circles of hell whenever you need to visit Michael officially, but you don’t think you’ll get used to the screams the echo from the pit and the ever-present smell of brimstone that permeates the air.

A woman with coiffed blonde hair stands at the foot of Michael’s throne, her pastel Easter dress a stark contrast to the doom-and-gloom of the Underworld. She holds a cigarette in her grip, the paper stained with the pink color that’s painted on her lips. As you and Michael ascend the steps to his throne, she appraises you both with a cool gaze.

“Lord Hades,” she greets, curtseying to the man now sitting on his obsidian throne.

“Hermes.” You’re only mildly surprised to learn that Hermes is not a man, as has been depicted for centuries. If this was the information you were learning prior to meeting Michael, you would be freaking out right now. “As always, you are welcome in my realm.”

She smiles at him, the conventions that the gods and goddesses must engage in upon meeting melting away. “I bring a gift, although I’m sure that you are already aware of that.”

“Thank you for being so prompt with this matter.” Michael looks up at you and takes your hand, meaning for you to step forward. “I don’t believe you’ve had the chance to meet my beloved. (Y/N), this is Billie Dean, god of border crossings and guide to the Underworld, among many other patronages.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say softly, shaking her hand.

“The pleasure is all mine. After all,” she casts a wry glance towards Michael, “we’ve only heard stories of what the Fates had told Michael about you for centuries.”

“I hope I live up to those stories, then.”

Billie Dean smiles at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. “You’ve already surpassed them, my dear.”

Your cheeks heat up as the two mythical beings get back to business, Billie Dean producing a small package from the bag on her hip.

“That’s it, then?” Michael asks, staring at the box. 

“Violet requested that I transport the apple as inconspicuous as possible. This was the best I could come up with.”

“You’ve done well.”

“And with that, my work here is done.” Billie Dean nods to both of you, backing away so she can transmute without any collateral damage. “I assume I’ll be seeing a lot more of you, (Y/N). I look forward to it.”

With that, she’s gone, and you look at Michael as you process the whirlwind interaction with a woman who manages to embody the American South. “Wow, she’s…”

“She’s definitely a character,” Michael agrees. 

“Why has she always been portrayed as a man?”

Michael gives you a look that says you already know the answer. “Surely a woman would not be able to lead others, even if it’s just to the Underworld.”

The sarcasm is evident, and you roll your eyes. “Thousands of thousands of years of sexism, all wrapped up into one goddess.”

“Discouraging, isn’t it?”

“So she’s the only being who can come and go from the Underworld as she pleases?”

“Besides me, yes. Otherwise, it becomes impossible to find. Many have tried and failed to find a way into the Underworld, but the magic that surrounds this realm means that the mortal plane’s entrance seems to always be moving and changing.”

You nod, already appraising the box with a calculating eye. “Should we...open the package?”

“In my chambers. That will give us more privacy.” 

It doesn’t even register that Michael’s standing and leading you to his rooms, your attention so focused on the literal life-changing fruit that’s contained without its small cardboard home. As he closes the bedroom door behind you, you realize that you’re no longer scared. Indeed, you only feel fascination, a determination to get your hands on the legendary apple and see just what’s made so many of Ancient Greece’s heroes lose their lives in the process of earning.

“You know, I’ve never actually seen one before,” Michael says as he sets the package down on the bed.

“Seriously?”

“After what happened with Heracles, she nearly burnt the orchard down. She thought nobody was worthy of earning the gift of immortality.”

“What convinced her not to go through with it?”

“The thought of forsaking such a powerful and rare gift directly contradicts everything she stands for.”

“No offense, but if I were her and my husband, who had cheated on me, told me to grant his son immortality, I’d burn the tree to the ground.”

Michael grins, pulling you onto him as he sits on the bed. “And that’s why you’re my perfect match. I’m not interested in people who would savor the fruit of that tree. I look for people who would cut down the fucking tree and use it for firewood.”

The dark look in his eyes makes arousal pool in the bottom of your stomach, and you hungrily kiss Michael as a result. He’s more than happy to reciprocate, but pulls away far too soon for your liking. You want to complain, but his pointed look reminds you of what needs to be done. 

A flick of Michael’s wrist has the sides of the box falling open, revealing the prize hidden inside. For all intents and purposes, the apple looks like a normal apple. Besides, of course, the fact that it appears to be solid gold. The light of the chandelier reflecting off of the surface confirms that it is what Violet described it to be, and you can feel the intoxicating call of immortality wafting off of the fruit. Michael holds the apple up to you, and you take it from him wordlessly. What is there to say when your entire life is about to change with a single bite?

“I’m right here next to you the entire time,” Michael says, grasping your free hand tightly. 

Taking a deep breath, you lock eyes with Michael as you bring the fruit up to your mouth and pierce your teeth through the skin. It’s sweeter than any normal apple that you’ve had before, and you savor the taste as you take another cautious bite. Violet didn’t say how much or how little to eat, so you figure that means to just eat until something happens. 

You let out a gasp when your heart starts to speed up, body going limp as you fall back against the mattress. Although your eyes are open and appear to be staring at the ceiling, your vision whites out and stars flash in front of your eyes. Liquid gold runs through your veins, the warmth coursing through your body sending you into a euphoric state.

Michael watches you intently, studying you to make sure that nothing bad will happen to you. He doesn’t see any physical changes, which doesn’t surprise him. However, he can feel the changes that are happening. The air seems to spark around you, like you’re a live wire ready to electrocute whoever may touch you. It’s almost like he can see the change occurring inside your very cells, fortifying themselves in the eternal youth that eluded history’s greatest conquerors.

The ecstasy clouding all of your senses reaches a fever pitch, the sensory overload making it difficult for you to even feel Michael’s grip on your hand. Your heart beats at a pace to rival that of a jet engine, chest heaving as you try to remember to breathe. When the fog starts to clear, it happens sense by sense. First your thoughts, followed by your nerves and your hearing.

Michael can tell that you’ve fully completed the transition when the glaze over your eyes disappears. You blink rapidly, pupils dilated as you try to adjust. Everything’s the same, and yet nothing’s the same. Everything seems so much clearer, as if you’ve just had Lasik surgery. You’re marvelling at how the fabric of the bed feels against your skin when Michael’s chiseled face appears in your line of sight. You had been so enthralled with experiencing everything as if for the first time, that you had nearly forgotten who was sitting right next to you the entire time.

“(Y/N),” Michael whispers, and you could nearly cry at how heavenly your name sounds on his lips. “How are you feeling?”

Your lips part as you try to come up with the words to answer Michael’s question. Finally, after a long minute, you manage to breathe out a simple, “radiant.”

Michael smiles at you softly, which proves to be a surprising trigger for you. All of your emotions are running haywire, and each emotion that you feel is experienced on a level that you’ve never felt before. When Michael’s piercing blue eyes deftly analyze your face, an intense feeling of lust overcomes you. 

You catch him off guard when you surge up to kiss him, a soft gasp escaping him as your lips meet his. Using the upper hand to your advantage, you hook your legs around Michael’s waist and flip your bodies over so you’re on top of him. He stares up at you, a delightfully bewildered look on his face.

“This is...new,” he comments, threading his hands through your hair.

“Are you complaining?”

“Never.”

Rolling your hips against his, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth upon feeling his bulge against your clothed core. Although you’re both used to Michael being in charge, the new position is a welcome change for Michael as well as you, if the sparks of arousal forming deep in your abdomen are anything to go by.

“You’re a tease,” Michael mutters as you kiss down his neck, sucking purple bruises onto his beautiful porcelain skin.

“Mm, I learned from the best.”

His hands loosen around your hips so that he can remove your shirt before returning to their designated spot, helping to guide your pace. You have no time for the tedious removal of the rest of your clothes, and a wave of your hand leaves you and Michael bare.

“Never the patient one, even in your newfound immortality,” Michael remarks.

You roll your eyes, kissing him harshly to shut him up. Michael lifts your hips, making sure you get the message as he lines himself up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on his cock, both of you groaning as he stretches out your walls. Wriggling your hips to get comfortable, Michael stares up at you with blown-out pupils, biting his lip while he waits for you to start moving.

You begin to slowly ride him, rolling your hips against his and delighting in how wrecked he already looks. Tossing your head back to rid yourself of the hair that’s fallen in your face, you lift yourself up until just the tip of Michael’s cock remains sheathed inside of you before sitting yourself back down. Michael’s hand moves up from your hip to caress your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers before wrapping his lithe fingers around your throat.

Shuddering in pleasure, you ignore the burn in your thighs as you begin to ride him faster. Michael’s eyes darken even more with lust as your own hands trail up to fondle your breasts, soft gasps escaping you as you tweak your nipples harshly. Beads of sweat begin to pool along your collarbone while you bounce on Michael’s cock, your walls fluttering around him as you begin to lose your rhythm.

“Are you close?” Michael coos, giving your neck a harsh squeeze. “Are you going to cum from riding me, my queen?”

“Yes, my king,” you gasp, grinning when Michael lets out a surprised moan.

“Fuck,” his hands grab your hips tightly again, beginning to harshly thrust up into you. “Say that again.”

“Say what again?” you tease, crying out when he hits your g-spot. “My king?”

Michael’s jaw goes slack, and you lean down to kiss along his jaw. “Yes.”

“You fill me so well, my king, better than anybody ever could.” The praise starts a fire within Michael, and he starts to rub his thumb against your clit as he works to bring you to orgasm. “Fuck, I love you. You’re an amazing king and you’ll be an even better husband, I-oh!”

You cum suddenly, hips stuttering to a stop as the pleasure that had been building in your abdomen explodes throughout your body. Michael’s eyes are alight as he watches you lose yourself to the pleasure that he brings you to. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm until he finally reaches his own, cock pulsing as he releases inside of you. 

Michael pulls you to his chest, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. His bedroom is silent, the sheets a mess around you and the half-eaten apple lying discarded on the floor. You lock eyes with Michael before dissolving into giggles, the sound of your laugh leaving him no choice but to laugh too.

“Welcome to immortality,” Michael says against your bare skin as you nuzzle into his neck, more than satisfied with this welcome party.

//

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[just-a-dreamer23]

Pool day in the muggle way!

Some people may think that Half bloods and muggleborns are not worthy to live in the wizarding world. Sadly, part of Nymphadora’s and Romina’s Tonks family members believed in the purity of blood, except their parents. Therefore, they were open to be around with muggleborns, half bloods and even purebloods like the Weasley. In fact, both of them were proud to be part of both the muggle and wizarding world. These sisters embraced who they were in a way that others would never dare to do so. 

The older sister, Nymphadora was an Auror and had graduated Hogwarts in the year 1991. As for Romina, she had recently graduated from the school (year 1993) which is why she was able to meet and befriend Harry and his friends. However, she had being the closest to Violet Granger who had entered Hogwarts in the year 1990. Even though, she was a couple of years younger than her they became quite close; if no one knew them they would think they were siblings. They would help one another and the golden trio when it came to studies sections.

It had been a year since Romina had graduated from Hogwarts, instead of becoming an auror like her sister she started preparing herself to be a magizoologist. Her boyfriend of six years, Charlie Weasley was a magizoologist himself and focused more on dragons which is exactly what she wanted to do; one of the reasons they fell in love...their love for dragons. He was already working with dragons in Romania which is why they hadn’t see each other in a long time. However, summer was coming around which meant that they would see each other. 

Violet and Hermione had invited Harry, the Tonks and the Weasleys to their muggle summer house in order to spend time together in non- magical environment. They used the excuse of wanting to see the Weasley reactions as they were surrounded by many muggle artifacts. The Tonks were used to muggle things because their father wanted them to learn and get used to it. Making their house be just like the muggles and not use that much magic unless it was necessary. Andromeda agreed to it because she wanted their daughters to have a balance between both worlds; but the Weasley had never had that type of experience. 

Given this reason, the four girls wanted them to have an excellent time and show them how much fun muggles could have; not as much fun as wizards and witches though. A week before it all took place, the girls met and decided to go on a shopping trip in which they were going to buy “the essential things” for their pool day. Hermione bought many snacks that they were going to need claiming that Ron would eat a lot  and not leave them much; secretly she was looking for things that he would like since she had a crush on him or so the other girls think.  Violet focus of beverages...specially sodas for both her and Romina were planning to prank George (Her boyfriend) and his twins along with Charles. Romina was focusing on the fun objects that could be used in the pool like balls, a rubber duck and floats in shapes of random fruits or animals; she got one of an unicorn to see their thoughts on it. 

After they had payed for the snacks, beverages and pool accessories it was Dora’s turn to get the group to buy the number one essential, swimsuits. The girls went to a humble store in which they sell swimsuits of every single style. Violet took Romi’s hand and ran to the bikini section in which they grabbed a couple of them to try on. Dora, on the other hand, was trying to convince Hermione to get something more daring as she was looking for a one piece swimsuit. She failed at that and then proceeded to look at the bikini section to select the one that she was interested in. 

Many hours later, violet, Romi and Dora were able to decide which bikini they wanted to get; Hermione had already payed hers and was waiting for them.  Violet chose a red bikini with white flowers on it, Romina got a high waist bikini the top part was yellow and the bottom was blue with flowers of different colors and Dora got a bikini similar to Romi’s but the top part was pink and the bottom had less flowers. After they finished shopping, they went back to the summer house to set things out and prepare it for their pool day that was going to be in the following week. In the remaining days, the girls would have sleepovers and would talk about many subjects. Overall, they seemed to have gotten closer and had a great time. 

The pool day had finally arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Granger came early that day in order to meet their daughters’ friends. They would arrived late at night during the previous week which is why they hadn’t officially met them. When they met Dora they were very curious about her hair which wasn’t surprising and asked her how was it possible to change the colors. Therefore, Dora tried to explain it in the most simple way and when they looked at her confused she said that it was a magical hair dye that would change colors. After that explanation, Hermione got close to her and said “That was a genius idea” to which Dora replied by winking at her. 

Then Mrs. Weasley asked me questions regarding to my dragon tattoos and how was it that they somehow sort of moved a little bit. I said that after I got them I made an enchantment that gave the impression that they were flying around the area they are at but they were not moving. She looked at me shocked and then looked at her husband who just shrugged at his wife. Violet says that her parents are a bit conservative but that they liked us. Afterwards, the girls went to their bedrooms and changed into their swimsuits to be ready for when the boys arrived; Romi put a bathrobe to hide her swimsuit and tattoos since Violet gave her the idea to give Charlie a little surprise. 

An hour later, the Weasleys arrived through the chimney one by one, Ron being the first one to do so. Before we could great him, Ginny arrived saying “Who’s ready to party? This girl” as she jokingly flipped her hair. Subsequently, George arrived and Violet ran up to where he was to hug him which startled him but then said “Hello there, love!” then peck her lips. The other girls giggled and then heard someone say “Well, things got cringe worthy right away”. Everyone turned to Fred and laughed after Dora hit his head jokingly. 

Then Bill came through the chimney and said “The hottest Weasley has made his entrance to bless everyone with his presence”. Before anyone could say anything a deep voice said “Please, not even you believe that brother”. Romi’s heart skipped a beat as she saw her boyfriend coming in and ran to where he was. He picked her up and kissed her which caused the rest of the group groan in a joking manner. After he pulled her down he said while chuckling “You lot are just jealous because you don’t have anybody to love except for Georgie”. 

Hermione kept looking at the chimney since there was two persons that hadn’t arrived just yet. Then Ron said “Harry ain’t coming...his uncle and aunt didn’t allow him to come”. Subsequently, Fred said “As for Percy he’s to busy kissing Barty Crouch and Cornelius arses” causing their friends to laugh. Violet smiled at her friends and introduce them to her parents which had already met them. However, this was the first time that she would be presenting George as her boyfriend. It was something that she was being scared about yet she decided to do it there and then to get it over with; George was nervous and even dropped the gift that he had gotten for their parents since his hands were sweaty. 

Meanwhile, Romina took Charlie by his hand and guided him to her bedroom without anybody realizing it. He followed her intrigued by her actions and looking around the house which was different from the one he had grown up in. As they got in the room, she gave Charlie a smirk then said “Is been too long since we last saw each other and there is something that might be to your liking”. He raised an eyebrow and then said “Carry on” then she proceeded to strip down from her bathrobe revealing her swimsuit and dragon tattoos. The man’s face got all flushed and he started stuttering random words as she modeled the clothes along with her tattoos in a seductive way. 

As she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck they heard a knock on the room’s door. Then a voice said “Are you too making babies or planning to adopt dragons? why is it taking too long...sexy time can be postpone for later”. Charles face couldn’t get redder at that time cause that was humanly impossible but his girlfriend smirked then said “Trust me, the sexy time is coming and the baby making might be put into practice although we will be careful not to make them just yet but you’re right...it has to be postpone so COMING”. At that moment Charlie said “Bloody hell woman, you are planning to kill me, aren’t you?”. Romi replied by winking at him and walking towards the door then said “Honey, you got to take care of your dragon before heading out it seems...rather bothered”. When she left, everyone heard Charlie yell “Bloody hell, you’ll pay for this Romi”. 

In the following hours the girls had shown the Weasleys all of the house and explained the muggle artifacts that were most curious to them. Then they proceeded to jump at the pool and were slightly confused at the floats. After an explanation of their function they were amused by them and Ginny said “I want the unicorn one. Doesn’t look like a real one but is close enough”. The girls decided to teach pool muggle games to the boys and Ginny. They got quite into it and everybody was rather competitive at the Marco Polo game which was hilarious for both Hermione and Violet. 

After being in the pool for nearly two hours, everyone started getting hungry and got out of the pool in order to eat. Mrs. Granger had prepared food for the group along with the beverages and snacks. Violet gave Romi a look and her friend nodded. Romi said “I will have a soda please” and Violet did the same; they actually made the twins and Charlie get some sodas as well. Before anyone could tell them how they were supposed to open the bottle Violet and Romi gave them instructions. “So, the first thing I have to do is shake it violently and then open it in order for the taste to be even better. Alright, everybody lets do it...three...two...one”. The boys along with Romi and Violet shook their drinks, however, only the boys opened it causing the drink to explode in their face. 

Everybody including Mr. and Mrs. Granger laughed and the girls began to run for their lives since the boys ran after them. Bill said “THAT WAS BLOODY BRILLIANT” as he wiped the tears that had escaped his eyes from all of their laughing. It wasn’t long after the guys caught the girls and started to tickle them until they were out of breath. Charlie looked at his two younger brothers and said “We better plan a revenge when we are in our world and the tables are turned”. The twins laughed and said “We are on it” then they all proceeded to head back and finish their food. 

After they all ate, Hermione took the group the “family room” which was one of the biggest room in their house and they all gathered there. Violet said “We know that you are into muggle stuff and we want to show you something that might blow your minds”. They all said “Wicked” and they proceeded to search for the movie “Practical Magic” to put it in the VCR and watch it with them. As they were doing so Romi asked Ron “Do you like pina coladas? or getting caught in the rain?”. Then before he could answer Violet asked him “Hey Ron, are you not into yoga or do you have half a brain”. Subsequently, Dora said “Hey Bill, do you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape?”. 

Before any of them could answer, Hermione turned to Ron and said “Then I’m the love that you looked for , write to me and escape”. After looking at their very confused expressions the girls laughed like maniacs and made fun of them. Once they calmed down, the girls explained to them the fact that they were quoting a random muggle song. They all made a bunch of questions about it and they gladly answered them; they even put the song on for them to hear it. After doing so, they played the movie and once it was over they spoke about it. 

An hour later, Violet and George fell asleep in each others arm in the “family room”; they were actually pretending because they wanted to have some time for only the two of them (Pretending to be asleep just to intensely make out with your girl was a brilliant idea according to George). Ron, Ginny, Fred, Bill and Dora went back to the pool for a little bit more and Romina was planning on joining them. However, as she was heading to towards the pool area her hand was grabbed and she got pulled into her bedroom. Then Charlie whispered in her ear saying “I’m ready to practice baby making as you said before my dragon is quite bothered” as he finished his sentence he pressed himself in her back as she bit her bottom lip...the rest was history. 

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Violet was inspired by my friend @bl597

[voidselfshipp]

Troubled troubles

Ok to rb

Summary:Basically s/I and adler fluff, a bit of angst and a buttload of oc stuff

Gif by travellar on Tumblr

@romancologist @mycinnamonapples uwu

Another Slam of hands on the table announces jerico that adler is yet having problems with something, she sighs Rolling her shoulders back, and her two cats sit ontop of them.

--Oh boy I do love hearing my boyfriend mad--she said playfully leaning on the doorsill of adler's Office.

Russel turns to look at her, he smiles a bit --Hey princess, sorry for makin too much noise,I know you dont like that

Jeri shrugged and Walked over, sitting on her boyfriends lap--Okay let me see whats up

--Ive been trying to fix this radio for Woods, nothings workin

She takes the radio and looks at it--Did you notice some of the cables are broken? Like when your headphones cable is broken and you twist the cord around for it to work?

--...wait what?

--Yeah its broken see?

Adler internally facepalms as his cheeks turn red--How could I not notice that?

Jer kisses his scarred cheek and leaves the radio on the desk standing up--Anyway ill go chance, todays prayer Day at cycle coasts main temple,you sure you dont want to go?

--No babe,im alright you go enjoy your terran stuff

She chuckled and shook her head walking over to her room to change.

The Roaring of the motorcycle engine drowned out any other sound in the garage, jerico put her helmet on,both of her cats tucked in her backpack,peeking through the semi Open compartment.

Her black cat mewls and presses their snout against the back of her head--Im alright vica,I just wish Russ came with me whenever we have celebrations, its something I dont want him to miss...but alas...--Her cat hissed and she snorted a chuckle-- dont be mad at him,our culture can be hard to digest

The cat rolled their eyes and sunk back into her backpack.

The wind hit her visor as she drove to cycle coast, she looked at the cloudy Sky, and sped up.

The drums could already be heard, jer chained her motorcycle to a post and Walked to the beach,there people in traditional terran wear danced with fans,banners and sticks, she sat amongst the crowd listening to the old woman talk.

Her hair was long,braids sprinkled about her hair, white as the moon,the traditional pristess robe, blue and black touched the sand and her long sleeves draped as she talked.

--Jerico...nice to see you could join Us.

Jerico smiled--Id never miss it

--did you bring your handsome boyfriend with you?

Jeri looked away--no,hes not really into our culture

The old womans brow furrow--such a shame...I wanted to meet him--she then perked up at the audience --You see, jerico has come here since she was a little trouble making bean about this tall--she puts her hand against her shoulder--so she heard this tale Many many times

When humans and gods lived along eachother--the elder pristess said-- and demons Ran amok at night,our goddess of death fell in love with one of those creatures.

She had Fallen for the King of the black demon hell, and had a child.

This is the child we'll talk about,in our books hes named xazo kazlaz or bell, it says that then elementus got wind of their relationshipp and they had to split.

About deaths son however.. she raised him to be the one that would guide the people to the afterlife...or hell navigating through the vast ocean of the dead with bells to guide him and Open the Doors to each realm...

Does anybody know why hes represented as an axolotl?--

Jerico raised her hand, and the pristess let her talk--because hes both a god and a demon, hes half and half like the axolotl that is an amphibian creature

The woman nodded-- very good,now lets commune back at the temple shall we?

As the people left, both the priestess and jeri were left alone,both Walked a bit distanced from the crowd.

--Thats one of my favourite stories you know zaivelaz

The woman smiled--I know thats why when I got your letter of you coming I changed it, its more interesting that the story of our patron goddess fighting over a piece of cheese

Jer started to laugh--Yeah that day was one hell of a day

Zaivelaz shook her head--Being a goddess amongst humans is hard?

--Like you have no idea,specially with my boyfriend,two of the people gods in my family had human partners and they...they died,im scared something similar Will happend to him

Her companion put a hand on jericos shoulder--It wont...I promise

--Thanks...zai

The steps along the floating bridge were Many,jeri couldnt help but wonder how it would be if adler was here.

She struggled so much with showing him her culture that it made her feel sad,then again one of the moral rules in Terras was not to force anyone,and she wouldnt break it.

She sat on the floor with the priestesses and closed her eyes interlocking her fingers as she softly whispered.

--Hey ozi...Been a while...--she sighed-- I left you some offerings by your statues feet, I know you dont like this sorta stuff...but ive missed you, a lot, just...just..tell eryz and abbadon that I love em..and that same goes to you..i love you aunt ozi

After the prayers it was time for the festival, jeri Spotted a young Man wearing all black, white eyes,and black hair in a bun.

The Man seemed to notice her as he ran to her,hugging her tightly.

--Abbadon!--She said kissing her cousins cheek--Ive missed you

Abbadon put his hand in his pockets--Ive missed you too...what I could not miss is this festival! All because of our family?, wow!

Jer giggled and offered her hand--Wanna dance?

--You bet!

Their feet moved in synch,the flags spun in circles as they danced.

Abbadon threw his banners and jeri catched him, and he hers.

They were enjoying themselves when the music stopped abruptly.

They Turned to see the people around them that were equally confused.

The musicians pointed at the huge tide approaching them.

Both demigod cousins stepped infront of the tide and stopped it as its about to break, they both looked at eachother and nodded.

Jeri pushed it to one side, and abbadon followed, the water splashed them and them only and nobody got hurt.

--Your mom needs to stop sending tides that could literally drown someone when she wants to send a sign...

Abbadon crouched putting his hands on his knees,batting his hand at his cousin--i tried... no way talking her out of It

The celebration ended with no further altercations, jerico went back home and took a quick warm shower to then collapse on the bed.

--Hes still with that fucking radio isnt he?...--She sighed giving up--why do I even try anymore?

The sun filtered through the blinds jerico groaned and opened her eyes,only to find her boyfriends spot on the bed empty.

She grunts and sits up, her cats sitting on her lap-- I know I know..--she picks them up and walks to the kitchen where she gives both of them their food.

Jeri felt a pair of arms hug her from behind, she sighs nuzzling into adlers chest.

--Good morning sweetheart

--Hey...

--Watcha cooking there?

--Bacon and eggs for you and a healthy terran breakfast for me

--Oh...good

Both ended up eating their breakfast in silence, Russell could tell there was something wrong with his girlfriend, he took her hand and she looked at him,those beautiful eyes he loved looking at were filled to the brim with sadness.

--babe...whats up?--He asked concerned.

--I just...wish you could come with me whenever we have festivals here--she said taking a bite from her waffle that had cream and pieces of caramelized fruit--its something I really really want you to participate in...but I know you dont like this sorta stuff and I wont force you

Adler sits back realizing what he had done, hes been neglecting a part of her that is important to her,those were her roots and he was stepping all over them.

He finished his breakfast and Walked over to her, lifting her up and hugging her--Im so sorry babe--he kissed her cheek-- I know this is important to you and i--

Jeri smiled kissing him again and cupping his cheeks--How about you come to todays festival in time temple with me huh?you dont have to wear our traditional attire,but I tell you it gets cold there

--Id love to, do I have to bring something?

--Not really, im going to make an offering though,it depends on the person

--perfect then...cant wait

Both smiled and kissed again.

The end of the day arrived quickly between work and chores to do.

Adler was waiting by the door fixing his leather jacket.

--How do I look?

Russ looks up at jerico and gasps--Very pretty

She smiled playing with the hem of her green turtle neck that had her shoulders peeking, her roman sandals clicked and clacked with every step she made.

The drive to time temple wasnt long, and luckily they arrived just in time for the story.

The elder priestess smiled when she saw jerico and nodded, proceeding to talk-- a long time ago, the second generation of dieties were born, they were meant to regulate life, amongst the three of them we find our patron goddess...chronos the incessant pass of time...

Elementus tasked a human to build a machine that could measure time, that is when the first sun clock was born,the human handed it to the Creator and with a sprinkle of magic the clock changed into a small girl, with short black hair, she had pale skin and two pale blue eyes, and from there,she was born.

Trained by elementus sister, Ray,the god of war...she then moved to her Realm where she measures time and the life of every being in existence..., from humans to animals and even objects, some say that she collects clocks of all kind and if.you want to meet her youll need to bring the rarest of clocks,of course, its all myths...or...are they?--the priestess finished her tale,and the offerings began.

Adler uncomfortably stayed behind as jeri prayed,she then Turned to him and ushered him to come closer.

--And this is my boyfriend, Russell

--Babe what are you doing?

--Introducing my aunt to you

--Your...aunt?

--Yeah ive told you like a month ago im half goddess..and this is my aunt...chronos

--I...I thought you were joking when you said that --Jeri Turned at her boyfriend with a face of pure disbelief,he hunched his back--Sorry...

--Anyway..chronos...hes my boyfriend Russell, I wish you were here to meet him...hes very sweet sometimes

--Sometimes?

She chuckled and kissed his cheek-- sometimes--she then Turned at the statue--i wish you were here to meet him, I really miss you--Adler gave her some space and sat back on the chair--i miss you and dad so much...--she stood up--Ill..ill see you later auntie chronos--she smiled and Walked over to adler hugging him.

The festival inside the temple was full of music and food of all kinds, and both came back home exhausted.

Adler maybe got a solid six ours of sleep before hes awaken by her girlfriends voice--Babe...babe wake up...

He smiled kissing her--Morning princess

--There you are,change quickly my family came to visit

His eyes Open wide --What?

--Yeah they are here, come on change

She patted his chest and Walked into the kitchen, where abbadon was setting the table.

Adler Walked in a few minutes later only to find two men and three women talking with her girlfriend,who noticed him and hugged him--Okay everyone, say hi to russel,Russell this is abbadon, this is chronos--she said pointing at the woman with short black hair and glasses-- those are my aunts eryz and ozi, aka the goddeses of life and death--

Adler was baffled at the normalcy jeri used when talking about her family,he looked at ozi,her black Long hair fell down to the floor, a scar along her left eye and she was wearing a long blue. sundress,eryz had short brown hair, using the same glasses as chronos was, she had vitiligo and was wearing a white shirtdress with a green fitted blazer--and this is my Dad,Raymond.

To say adler was scared shitless was an understatement,his father in law was wearing a black leather jacket,black jeans and boots,a white t-shirt and aviator sunglasses, he was also way taller than him,with his black hair pushed back and two scars on each side of his face,one under his right eye and one right on the left side of his jaw in the middle between his mouth and the spot where both jaw and neck meet.

Chronos laughed and softly elbowed Ray-- Raymond youre scaring the poor human

--He better treat my daughter alright..

Jeri smiled and kissed russel--Dont worry dad he does

They all sat to eat breakfast, adler seemed intimidated by the dietys around him,but slowly let his guard down, they were a pleaseant bunch in their own way, more human than hed like to think.

Sadly after breakfast they all had to leave.

After saying their goodbyes russel and jerico end up cuddling on the bed.

--Your family is nice--russel said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

--nexts to meet yours

He chuckled--Maybe

They kiss, and he hugs her waist enveloping her in a tight bear hug.

--I love you jer

--I love you too russ

[soaringlark]

(disclaimer: all my vore is non-sexual; especially this piece!!!)

(If asked to delete this, I will. I don’t want make anybody uncomfortable) Warning: this contains mild spoilers for The 0wl h0use up until s1 ep 17, don’t click read more if you don’t want to be spoiled

(I can not put this in any form of The 0wl h0use tag, sorry. I would get murdered immediately)

Oh, and there is tecnically no vore in this, but there is “mouthplay” (that word feels dirty, I don’t like it) so nobody is swallowed. The reason I put it in this tag is to see, if it’s safe to post more of it.

Anyways, here’s the post.

I have a little story to go with the image, but it’s not in my usual style of writing and maybe really OOC, since I have never written the two before. Higher quality image (with the story) can be found on my deviantart Pepsithedog (the link wasn’t working)

(I forgot her nail polish)

Before reading it should be mentioned that the characters are 14, which is why I want to know if this is acceptable. The first paragraph is a little questionable, but I thought it was too funny to remove.

...

Ami/ty was a little shy about having her crush literally exploring her mouth. To be fair, she didn't think Lu/z meant like this! She thought, she was flirting! What worried her the most though... was the fact that she really liked her taste.

She was suprised, but not disgusted, to taste such a... sweetness on her. Like a fruit... but which one? It wasn't sour at all. A peach or plum maybe? Or a cherry... definitely not a citrus fruit.

She hadn't even realized she had closed her lips around Lu/z, before she felt her trying to get free. She spat her out, out of shock, and, quickly, wiped the drool of her chin.

"LU/Z! I'm so sorry! I did not mean to do that!"

Lu/z took a moment to compose herself. "It's alright, Ami/ty..." she let out a winded breath. "You knocked the wind out of me though."

"Sorry..."

"It's okay!" Lu/z replied, getting up on her feet. "Guess I'm pretty tasty, huh?"

Ami/ty had thought her face couldn't get more red; she was wrong. She could barely stutter out a sentence. "N-no, gah, I, uh..." She didn't know what to say that would make her reaction seem logical. "My mouth was getting tired."

Lu/z raised an eyebrow at her. "yeah sure, that was why your tongue was lapping at me." There was a laugh in the shrunken humans voice, making Ami/ty's heart flutter. "It's okay, I figured I would be, with all the things that tried to eat me on my second day here."

She looked away in embarrassment. Why did Lu/z have to taste so nice? She really wanted to shove her back in her mouth, but that was a weird thing to even think. She felt the heat in her cheeks spark up again. Her next question was almost too embarrassing to say. "So..." she rethought how to say it, "I mean- I guess- Are you done looking around?" She didn't want to say she wanted her back in her mouth.

Lu/z laughed. "Ami/ty, you can just tell me if you want another taste!"

Ami/ty dug her nails into the table. "uh..." Lu/z apparently took this as a sign to shove her upper body into her mouth. "mhH!" Ami/ty was careful not to chomp down on her. She felt Luz's stomach press down on her sharp teeth, quickly shifting her tongue, so they wouldn't hurt her. Her taste hit her like a bullet, as she immediately began drooling again. She swallowed the saliva around her, knowing that there was no way Lu/z would follow.

She opened her mouth a little, in case Lu/z regretted going in, but she showed no sign of wanting out. Ami/ty closed her mouth back up, enjoying Lu/z's flavor. Lu/z had agreed to this, so she couldn’t get mad if Ami/ty took her time with it. She swallowed once again, hoping that Lu/z's didn't mind being... well pretty much a human lollipop; even with the fruit flavor.

Ami/ty didn't even notice the fact, that she was shoving more of the human into her mouth. She gently pushed Lu/z farther in, with the tip of her index finger. It startled her when she heard Lu/z yell at her.

"Ami/ty! I didn't say you could eat me!" She felt Lu/z kick against her fingers, quickly opening up her mouth again to let her back out. Lu/z spilled back out on the table, covered in Ami/ty's slobber. "What was that about?" Lu/z's voice wasn't too serious, but she clearly a bit confused.

"I don't know, I didn't even realize I was doing it," she replied shyly. But suddenly she realized how much she wanted to devour the human. She backed away from Lu/z immediately; she was not hurting her. Not the only person that truly mattered to her.

"Ami/ty, what's wrong?"

She realized, she had nearly jumped back covering her mouth. "I want to eat you!" She blurted out behind her hand. Why did she say that? She didn't want to scare her. "I won't do it! But..." Ami/ty paused, but what? "Actually no, I won't do it." Lu/z's eyes searched around the room, before she began laughing. "That was a good prank, Ami/ty!"

"What?"

An uncertain look fell over Lu/z's face. "Telling me that you want to eat me? I nearly thought you meant it!" She still laughed, but Ami/ty could hear the nervousness in it.

She decided to play along.

She mimiced her anxious laughter. "Oh, I thought it was a bit more convincing," she replied, making a frustrated gesture. "Shoot, I almost got you!"

Lu/z looked up at her with a much calmer smile. "Well, with that scare, I think we're done with this."

Ami/ty smiled back down at her, although her smile was a lot more nervous. She was definitely never telling Luz the truth...

...

Let’s see how people react... I hope you enjoyed! I don’t want to remove this... But I will if asked. I will ask questions first, but that’s just to be sure that you’re serious (this sentence has been edited, ‘cause I sounded like a Karen)

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Fear of the Water - ch 2

The story of the 70th Hunger Games

(ANNIE)

Bosun is the first one in. He barrels at me and hugs me so hard I nearly have the wind knocked out of me. He squeezes me so hard I think he’s trying to crush us together into one pile of bones.

He starts talking right away, saying everything in one breath the way Ondine does. “You find water. Keep to yourself; you don’t need to go getting mixed up in alliances. Especially with those people from One and Two. Okay? Don’t get tangled up with Piers, either; it’ll just make things worse. You know how to use a knife and you’re okay with a spear. The odds aren’t bad,” Bosun says. “You’re seventeen, too. The tributes over sixteen automatically have better odds.”

It’s true. Finnick Odair is the only tribute younger than sixteen to ever become a victor.

“You can outlast them,” Bosun insists.

He seems to have run out of words and air for the moment; I take my chance to speak.

“Be good,” I say. “Don’t take any shit from Chelsea. You’re old enough to be on your own now. Coraline and Adrie suck anyway; let them fend for themselves. Just get your own place –”

“We’ll get our own place,” he corrects. “All right? You and me. Just as soon as you get back.”

“If I don’t –”

“Annie –”

“If I don’t, I want you and Ondine to get married and have a dozen babies and name all the girls after me.”

He smiles the slightest bit. “Alright. But you have to name all your sons after me, then.”

A Peacekeeper appears in the doorway. “Time’s up.”

“A dozen babies, okay?” I say. “I love you!”

Coraline and Adrie are next. They just hug me and tell me to be brave. Their mother, my aunt Chelsea, stands near the doorway for the first few minutes and then flees. The two are talking over each other, saying how much they love me and how sorry they are. But I can see, at least in Adrie’s eyes, a strange sort of relief. This was her last year of being eligible for the reaping. For her, this nightmare is over. And what’s the loss of one cousin? She has another.

Ondine comes in crying uncontrollably, but she still manages to look beautiful – long golden waves, piercing blue eyes, and a sylph-like silhouette. Every time she tries to speak, she ends up making this horrible choking sound.  It’s like reliving saying goodbye to Liffey last year before they took her away.

Liffey. I said goodbye to her in here, too.

I’m so scared that I’ll start crying. I want to cry. But nothing comes out. It’s like my mind has lost the ability to communicate with my body. All I end up telling her is that she and Bosun should look after each other.

When her five minutes are up, Ondine is near hysterics. One of the peacekeepers has to take her by the arm and lead her away.

She’s barely gotten a word out this whole time. I wish she hadn’t come to say goodbye. It only made things worse for both of us.

Dodge rushes in, wrapping me up in a hug. “I know the mentors. They’ll watch out for you.”

Of course. He’s more familiar with this than anybody. His grandmother, Eefa, is a victor.

“You do whatever the mentors tell you to, okay?” he says again. “Especially Finnick. No matter what they say, you do it. All right?”

I nod vehemently because the lump in my throat blocks the words from coming out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll look after Bosun while you’re gone.”

My old schoolteacher comes in with her husband next, followed by two of Dodge’s cousins.

Nobody else comes to see me, but Piers still has visitors, so I sit alone in this awful room for nearly twenty minutes while he finishes up.

He and I don’t speak until we’re on the train.

Brae, our Capitol escort , leads us to a grand room with a band of windows all around. Nobody’s sure how old she is, since she’s had so many surgeries to counteract the aging process. “Sit, sit!”

Cakes and fruit are set out on tiered stands. A fuzzy yellow-orange fruit catches my attention but it doesn’t seem appropriate to eat right now.

“How old are you?” Piers asks when we sit down.

“Seventeen. How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” he says. Then he gets all silent and thoughtful.

There’s an awkward silence for a moment before I force myself to speak. “Have you ever met them before? The victors?”

District 4 has five victors: Mags, Eefa, Proteus, Broadsea, and Finnick. They won the 11th, 31st, 51st, 56th, and 65th Hunger Games, respectively. Mags is the oldest living victor, except for a man from District 8 whose memory is starting to fade. She and Finnick adore each other. He actually lived with her for a couple years after his victory.

Piers pulls his mouth to one side. “I’ve seen Mags and Proteus around town, and I’ve met Finnick a handful of times at the training center. But never Broadsea or Eefa. I’d remember seeing Broadsea.”

Broadsea is impossible to miss, and not just because of his massive size. Most of the left half of his face is mangled so badly it hardly looks human.

“I’ve met Eefa a couple times,” I say. “My brother is best friends with her grandson. But I don’t know if she knows who I am.”

When I do see her on television, Eefa always looks very sour. She looks sour on the rare occasion I see her in person, too.

I doubt they’d show Broadsea even if weren’t so aggressive and drunk all the time. He’s not pretty or talented, so there’s nothing to take the focus off that huge ugly scar on his big angry face. Mags is pleasant but sad; Proteus is whatever the situation calls for. Finnick is stunning. The cameras are always on him.

We pass the Harrington, a massive Peacekeeper ship named for the man who first patrolled the waters around District 4 after the rebellion. It’s at least three times as big as the Justice Building and functions as both the prison and the peacekeeper base.

It marks the farthest edge of the district. My district. That I’ll never see again.

We pass by the lake and its guard towers before plunging into a dark tunnel dug out of the cliffs.

Piers and I both jump to our feet when a sweet old woman with a warm smile comes to greet us, followed closely by a plain-faced man wearing a manufactured smile.

“My name is Mags,” she says to us. “Eefa is having a lie-down in her room but the others should be out in a moment.” She smiles widely at us. “You must be Annie and Piers.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Piers says.

“Please, just Mags.” Her smile is reassuring. She doesn’t show any sign of fear for us. I’m sure it comes from years of practice. She turns to me. “I’m so sorry about Coastia dropping out. I don’t know what I would do if I were in your position. You’re handling it with such grace.”

Proteus is next. He is lean with sharp, sunken-in features. Not attractive, really, but not unattractive, either. Everybody likes him well enough, but no one loves him. They say he’s good to talk to, and the most talented chef in the whole country. He even cooked a meal for the president once.

“This is Proteus; Proteus, this is Annie and Piers,” Mags says. She introduces us as though she’s known us for years.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he says, but doesn’t move to shake our hands. An Avox comes over and hands him a glass of cloudy grey liquid. He sips it slowly. The Avox offers some to Mags, too, but she refuses. I concentrate on my feet.

“I don’t drink much these days,” Mags explains as we take our seats around the dining table in the middle of the train car. “When I was your age I could out-drink nearly anybody in town. These days I’m too afraid of the hangovers.”

The door slides open, and in walks the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

Finnick Odair is breathtaking. Smooth, tanned skin. Sculpted face – and body, for that matter. I can’t find the words to say how he looks. What he’s like. But I can feel each aching beat of my heart in my chest.

Everybody in the whole country knows him. He was the youngest victor ever and by far the most charming and beautiful. Sponsors showered gifts on him in the arena, including a trident. Everybody knew he was going to win. And now everyone falls all over each other to get his attention.

I force myself to look at something else – anything else – to keep from blushing. It’s no use. I study the water glass on the table as my cheeks and ears burn.

“Hello,” he says simply. “I’m Finnick.”

“I’m Piers. And this is Annie,” Piers adds, like he knows I won’t be able to speak in front of him. This is the effect Finnick has on all women.

Finnick in person is different from the Finnick I’ve seen on television. You can get an idea of what size he is by measuring him against the other victors on the screen, but he seems like a giant in person. He’s well over six feet, and he’s got big shoulders and a broad chest. When he smiles, he looks like a mischievous child.

I practically have him memorized. All the plains and contours of his face. The way his ears stick out. Liffey used to tease me for being so in love with him, but she couldn’t blame me. No one can. Half the country is in love with him. Maybe more.

He can’t even escape the attention at home in District 4, but he doesn’t seem to want to.

“This will be all of us for dinner, I think,” says Mags. “I doubt the others will make an appearance.”

A pair of Avoxes with shaved heads serve us lamb chops with mint jelly and roasted potatoes for dinner. I’ve never had lamb before. I want to go slow and savor every bite but I scarf the whole thing down in a matter of minutes.

Piers makes a face when he takes a bite of the meal and offers me his lamb in exchange for my potatoes.

The victors keep up a shallow conversation about their favorite foods in the Capitol, about the first time they tried lamb or ate peaches or watermelons.

(FINNICK)

Piers doesn’t really make an impression on me, even though he’s the one I should focus my energy on. It’s the girl that catches my attention.

She has long, lovely hair that falls all around her like ripples in water. She has pink cheeks and green eyes. She’s too absorbed with her food to notice I’m staring at her. She’s beautiful, but not in the raw, sexual way that earns sponsors.

I have to remind myself that admiring a pretty tribute is a waste of time. What does it matter if she's beautiful? She'll be dead soon. And there's nothing I can do about it.

Broadsea makes a brief appearance at the end of dinner when he comes in looking for liquor. He keeps his back to us as he picks through the bar cart. An Avox tries to help him but is waved away. She ends up cleaning the broken glass on the floor when Broadsea drunkenly knocks two glasses and a decanter of wine to the floor.

He stumbles back out, three bottles of varying size and color in his arms, without a word or even a backwards glance at the tributes.

Annie looks ready to pass out on the table by the time she’s finished her dessert of exotic fruits. She’s eaten just about everything she can reach, certainly out of wonder rather than starvation. She keeps two peaches clutched in her hands.

Piers has only picked at his string beans and potatoes. Nerves, probably. Mags asks him shallow questions meant to distract him from his problems but he only gives one-word answers. He doesn’t need to be distracted. What he needs is to cry.

*

I have trouble falling asleep. I always do the first night.

Mags remembers the name of every tribute she’s ever mentored. One hundred and thirty-eight children in the last sixty-nine years. Only four of us made it back home.

I stare up at the ceiling of my room and count my own tributes the way other people count sheep. I can’t keep their years straight in my head but I know all their names.

Reeve and Aeterna, Windlass and Strake, Quay and Zora, Liffey and Asper.

Annie and Piers.