#and yes the one year locked away probably intensified that part of him

[just-a-nibble]

I like the analysis people have made that Astarion would not peel an orange for you because it would get his nails dirty and he cares about his nails so much because of the traumatic experience of being locked away for a year.

But I also prefer to imagine that he would have refused to peel the orange for you because it would get his nails dirty even before turning into a vampire because he just cares about his appearance like that.

[daenqyu]

— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing  

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye 

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too 

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing 

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits 

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear 

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert 

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake” 

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself 

but he knows you’re still in your underwear 

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out 

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

oh

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight 

why are you so pretty? 

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on 

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions 

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks  rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door 

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima 

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do 

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder 

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset 

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets 

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him? 

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content 

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness 

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed 

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together 

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you 

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up 

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack 

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane 

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that 

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff 

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed” 

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt 

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is 

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself 

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices 

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him 

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie 

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways 

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?” 

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing 

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression 

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t  k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness 

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study 

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised? 

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything 

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy 

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response 

which he receives quickly 

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something 

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie 

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a  b r a 

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again 

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen 

“thank god you’re awake” 

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering 

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment 

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers 

which makes his heart speed up 

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now” 

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

[lavenderwhore444]

House Trained

a collab with @reallyshey 💗

shigaraki x dabi x reader

commisons

masterlist

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CW: nsfw duh 🙄 piss 🥰 vaginal sex anal sex unprotected sex, cat hybrid Shigaraki, darker tags under the cut...beware

PSA: I was NOT a part of the shit or vomit, so do NOT request that pls 🥰 it's pretty obvious I didn't write it cause it's so good I could never write that well 🥲, blood, pain anal, spikey dick hehe 😼 punishment (locked in a cage) umm all done? slight dubcon…???Coercion...????

The concept of human and animal mixing themselves wasn’t something new but science made that too close to reality. Now a hybrid was the common pet for many- the perfect balance for those who wanted children but simply weren’t equipped with the time or the money. Those cute angelic human faces, with ears poking out from-

And Tomura had squatted and was pissing on the couch. Y/N couldn’t help but rub her eyebrow in frustration. It was like she had just cleaned that yesterday! At this rate, she may as well throw out the couch. And she loved her little kitty, of course! But it was getting ridiculous.

It was like taking care of a child who'd never been potty trained. She couldn't put him in diapers either. He’d be humiliated and pissed off at her for god knows how long. So she had to take him to the bathroom about once every two hours. Sometimes he’d make a fuss and pee on the bath mat on purpose, but other times, he was compliant. She found that pushing on his bladder a little helped when he was feeling stubborn.

It hadn’t always been so routine, though. At first, he was mortified at the prospects of Y/N watching him pee. It's gross! She wasn’t supposed to see him do that! In hindsight, maybe getting him so comfortable with that was a mistake. He was brave enough to go in front of her no matter where. She should have just locked Tomura in the bathroom and listened to him to make sure he went but no.

Of course, she had to baby him. He would rub up against her leg all day, purring. He’d lay beside her at night and beg for praise, and she couldn't deny him because he's just oh so cute. Things really took a turn when he started calling her mommy. That definitely flipped a switch for her. Y/N was so easily manipulated by him, and neither of them realized. Shigaraki thought he just had the perfect mommy, and Y/N just thought she had the perfect baby boy.

She loved her cute cat hybrid, but he even had some funny habits. For example, he was still a young cat- about twenty-two-ish in human years. But even so, she’d never bothered to get him spayed. It hurt her feelings to even think about it. She tried talking to him about it, but he only cried and cried and cried until she promised him she wouldn’t.

And even then, her little baby wasn’t aggressive. The worst-case scenario was this- his spaying and genuine accidents. He took out his sexual desires on her pillow, humping it, kneading it, and biting down on it. His tail twitched in a specific way Y/N had learned to recognize whenever it was obvious he was getting aroused, whether from her belly rubs or simply the passing of time.

He was strictly an indoor hybrid too- Y/N believed in keeping her hybrid safe from passing cars, especially when he didn’t know any better. I mean, how the fuck was he supposed to protect himself? He’s so codependent on her. Tomura crawls across the floor and clings to her leg more often than not. He tugs on Y/N’s clothes for food and has to have at least twelve good night kisses. He’s pampered and spoiled and so happy he found a good mommy.

Y/N would kill anyone or anything who would dare hurt her precious boy. He was so sweet and defenseless. Only a monster would hurt someone so sweet. But Y/N knew the world was full of monsters. She's not näive. Her parents were a good example. They had unprompted hate towards her boyfriend at the time and his family until it tore their relationship apart.

He was the one keeping her sane, keeping her grounded but their hatred got in the way. They had planned on adopting a hybrid before, they even decided to name him Tomura. Y/N wasn't hung up on him, she had her little kitty to love! But the name was still sentimental. If only he had kept talking to her, they could have had a life together, but he ghosted her completely and their last conversation was something mundane.

She’s brought back to reality by something soft rubbing her leg, she looks down to find Tomura smiling up at her.

“Mommy, you forgot to take me to the bathroom, meow,” he says calmly, as though peeing on the couch was a completely reasonable response to that.

She sighs, “Next time, just remind me, Tomu, just please stop peeing on the couch,”

He nods and rubs against her leg a bit more, “I’ll be a good boy, mommy,” he promises, knowing he’s going to break it, “Pet me please, meow.”

It’s not really a question, and more a demand: his tail swishes when she sits down on the floor with him. He nuzzled into her hand as she scratched behind his ears. Getting the couch cleaned all the time was expensive and embarrassing. What do the neighbors think every time they see it pull into their driveway?

Y/N finally caves, and, opening her phone, calls the first business with “Animal Trainer” next to it. It looked like a serious business and was rated five stars. It didn’t even look that expensive either! Even so, she had to get him to stop acting out like this.

“Hello?” She says once the phone stops ringing.

“Yes, this is Dabi speaking. How can I help you today?” A voice responds on the other side, thick and gruff. He sounded like he’d smoked for quite a few years (that or he had just gotten out of bed).

“Hi, this is Y/N. I’m calling because my cat hybrid is spaying and pissing everywhere. He’s not fixed, and I promised him I wouldn’t do that to him. I need to get him to stop. I can’t keep cleaning but I’m not going to give him up to the shelter either.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other line. “A bad kitty. I can fix that. You’ll need to chip in, of course.”

She hesitates and looks over at Tomura who is starting to rub against her legs, curious about what and who she’s talking to. “Of course. When’s the soonest you can come over?”

“How about right now?”

“Perfect. Here’s my address.”

-

Dabi walks through the door, and her mouth falls open.

“You,” She says in surprise and in shock.

He grins devilishly, “Me, it's nice to see you, sweetheart.”

She scoffs, “It’s nice to see me? You stopped talking to me after we dated for almost a year!”

“It’s not my fault you changed your number and didn’t tell me,” He snaps back at her, his irritation growing. He grew sick of the disconnected response from the phone too quickly for her to joke about this.

“I never changed my-” She stops, “Oh.”

His face softens too, “It was your parents, huh?”

“Yeah,” she says, looking up at him.

Y/N wraps her arms around Touya hesitantly, and he does the same. Meanwhile, Tomura sits there in shock. Who was this man cuddling with mommy? He’d have to drench the whole house to get this guy’s scent off, and what’s in the bag?

“And this is Tomura,” She introduces. He looks up at the mention of his name, letting out a confused meow.

He grins- Y/N really knows how to pick them. This was the name they promised they’d name their own little hybrid all those years ago when they made plans to marry. So even if she was angry...

“Hey, little guy,” Touya says, trying to be friendly.

That was pretty easy when a cute kitty is staring up at you. But not so easy when he hisses at you and mutters profanities. He frowns. This was gonna be a lot of work.

“Hey,” he says, turning away from the pissed-off kitten, “I’ll give you a discount, how's three hundred sound?”

Her eyes light up, “Three hundred sounds fantastic! Thank you, Touya!”

She hugs him again and Shigaraki wants to yell but...mommy seems so happy with this... this stranger. And he doesn't want to make her sad, so he crawls away and mopes in her room, curling up in her bed and burying his face in her blankets. Does she love him? Is he going to stay? He wouldn't blame Y/N; this Touya person is rather cute but still. She doesn't notice her missing kitty while she continues to work out the details with Touya.

“Y/N, down to business. Why is your hybrid causing you problems? You said something about spaying? Tell me about it.”

“So what happens is that he goes around peeing everywhere! I used to be able to help him go to the bathroom, but now he just goes wherever he wants, whenever he wants! I looked it up and it sounds like spaying, but it’s full-on piss sometimes too.”

Touya is quiet for a moment, thinking, “So he sees you as a mate and he’s trying to mark his territory to ward off another male. Have you invited anybody over recently?” He asks, trying to grasp the situation.

Y/N shakes her head. He saw her as a mate?! “No, I try not to. My house smells like piss thanks to Mister Whiskers.” She huffs.

“He probably sensed another hybrid then from the outside. Possibly a feral. The best way to get him to stop is to make him think he already owns you. I’ll call hybrid control too. It’s not a good place for hybrids on the streets.” He says, pulling out his own phone and sending a text.

“Okay then. How do we do that?”

“It’s quite easy,” he says, “Let's go find Tomura first.”

He heads upstairs to where he assumes Tomura’s hiding. The smell of pee intensifies as he gets closer to what he assumes is your room. He opens the door to see Tomura curled on the bed, frowning.

“See how territorial he is?” Touya points out, “He already sees me as a threat even though I've just walked in the door.”

Y/N nods, but she’s still in disbelief. Tomura sees her as his mate? That's ridiculous. Although, if what Touya’s saying is true, she really wouldn't mind. She’d always had a crush on Tomura, I mean just look at him! He’s cute and so cuddly. The adorable ears and fluffy hair really add onto the whole cute kitty image. He’s so smart too. And kind. Their relationship isn't one-sided at all, he takes care of Y/N and she takes care of him.

Touya nudges her towards the bed, and she sits next to him. They both look at each other for a while, and Touya doesn't interrupt. They need to go at their own paces, for now at least. Y/N finally reaches a hand out to scratch behind his ears, and Tomura starts to purr again. It feels like Y/N is the only one in the room. He doesn't even notice Touya until he sits on the other side of him.

He wants to hiss and scratch at him, but Y/N is scratching his head just the way he likes.

“Hey buddy,” Touya says, reaching out to rub soothing circles on his back, “You love Y/N a whole lot, huh?”

Tomura nods, still suspicious of the man sitting with them.

“She’s your mate, isn't she?” he says, fingers trailing across his neck to scratch the back of his head, “You've got a nice pretty mate Tomura. She’s all yours, sweetie,”

Mate?! How did Touya know how he felt about y/n? They barely said a word to each other.

“Mate,” he nods, grabbing onto Y/N’s thigh.

He worms his hands between the mattress and her soft thighs and squeezes it in his arms, laying his head on it.

“Mate,” he purrs, happy that he’s able to say it out loud, “Mommy’s such a pretty mate.”

Touya nods; this is good. They're making progress.

“Now Y/N, why don't you lie down on the bed,” Touya instructs.

She does as told and lies on her back, trying to relax. She tenses up again when his fingers tug down her pants. She tries to grab his hand and stop him but he bats it away.

“Do you want your house to smell like piss for the rest of your life, or are you gonna let me help you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She nods and lets him pull down her pants.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” she asks, not enjoying the cold air on her cunt nor the fact that she was nearly naked in front of both of them.

“Completely necessary,” he assures her.

Next to go is her shirt, then her bra until she’s lying completely naked in front of them. When he starts to strip Tomura down, she gets worried. Why is Tomura suddenly so compliant with Touya? He was ready to flip his shit just minutes ago. Touya guides Tomura to kneel between Y/N’s legs and wiggles his spiked cock out of its little pouch. Tomura mewls softly; he’s never felt someone else touch him there before.

“Now, why don’t you rub mommy’s pussy right,” he guides Tomura’s hand to her clit, “There.”

He looks confused but does as he’s told. Obviously, Tomura doesn't do it well enough. The nerves and inexperienced hands don’t do anything to get Y/N aroused. Too bad so sad, he’s here to fix a problem, not make it pleasurable. He lines up Tomura’s cock, and Y/N finally pieces together what's happening. Her breathing picks up and her eyes widen. Surely he wasn’t really going to have Tomura fuck her, right? That would hurt! Like really really hurt!

But the look of excitement in his eyes made her feel guilty. He wants this so badly and he loves her so much. If this was going to help him she’d just have to take it. So when Touya helps him poke the tip of his cock in, she’s already white-knuckled from gripping the sheets. She whimpers when more of it starts to go in; it felt like the branch of an English hawthorn was forcing itself inside of her. At the same time, the tiny, sharp thorns on his cock were tickling her G-spot.

She wasn't ready when he started to fuck into her, he was over the moon with joy whilst she was crying out in pain. Tomura can’t decide between yowling, meowing, or moaning so he chooses a mixture of all three. All of his little noises are adorable; the whines and whimpers of her name make her try to smile through all of the pain.

“Gotta...breed mommy,” he pants, “Breed mommy!”

Her eyes widened.

“No sweetie,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to focus on the pain, “You can’t breed a mommy baby. Please don’t Tomura.”

“Hey,” Touya says, “do you want this to work or not?”

She whines in defeat and lets him keep fucking her.

“Breed, mommy,” he chants, happier than ever.

Everything's “fine” until he decides to bite her tit.

“Ow! Tomura, no!” she cries, trying to push his head away, but Touya holds her hands in place.

“You can’t deny him Y/N. It won't work if you do,” he tuts.

She tries to squirm away, but Touya keeps his grip on her firm, and the cold hands of death couldn't pry Tomura away from her. So she cries and moans and prays that he’ll cum and get this over with. Touya lets go of her hands and climbs behind Tomura. What was he doing back there?

Y/N doesn’t even have a moment to be confused as Touya unbuckles his pants, Tomura grinding at her pussy, his sharp barbs and accurate aims make the pain and the pleasure simply too much for her brain to work. He doesn’t even take off his shirt, or slide them down, just pulls out his cock from his jeans and shoves it into the cute tight, and unsuspecting hole in front of him.

“Meow! Mommy! It hurts! Meow!” Tomura cries, yowling in pain as his virgin hole is penetrated. Touya’s cock is massive- at least twelve inches in length. Despite Tomura’s small size, she can still feel Touya against her own stomach, the way his cock burrowed a hole into Tomura, in through one end and attempting to force its way out the other.

“Look at that cute little pussy. It’s all nice and red for Master''. Tomura was bleeding! He meowed, feeling the trickling down his thighs as Touya pushed himself into Tomura, again and again, forcing Tomura to keep fucking Y/N despite the pain that he was in. As she gets wetter it’s easier for her to talk and think. She cradles Tomura’s head in her arms and lets it fall into the crook of her neck.

“How is this helping?” she asks, still crying from the pain of Tomura’s cock in her.

“Um, it’s keeping him inside of you? Listen, I don't fucking know. I just wanted to fuck him, ” Touya laughs, before pausing, “Or even bitch him if it works.” Leaning down to trail kisses up Tomura’s neck, he coos “Who’s my pretty boy?”

“I am, ” he sobs, “Mommy, please, it hurts. But it feels so good just- just make it stop mommy please.”

“I can't, sweetie. I’m sorry,” she says, kissing the side of his head, “It’ll feel good soon, Tomura, I promise.”

He bites her tit again, not as hard as before, and tries to stifle the sounds of his crying. How could he be a good mate if he was so weak? He doesn't deserve her. He should give her up to Touya; he’s strong and smart, not weak like he is. But then Y/N pulls his face away from her chest and kisses him. It’s rough and passionate and the best thing he’s ever felt, besides her warm wet pussy, of course.

When he cums, he cums hard. His cock was made for breeding so it squirts out more cum than humanly possible. It takes mere seconds for it to start gushing out of her, seeping deep into her womb. There’s no doubt she’s pregnant; Y/N never planned to have sex at this point in her life, so she was on absolutely no form of birth control.

Even if she had used a condom, Tomura’s thorny cock would have poked right through it. His cum would’ve somehow breached her IUD, and it was sure to be one hundred times more potent than human cum and no chemical could’ve stopped it. They're both aching when Touya finally fills Tomura’s tight, no longer virgin, asshole. Thankfully it makes it easier for Touya to slide out of him without either ripping Tomura’s asshole or having Tomura’s asshole pull his cock right off.

-

Touya is surprisingly good with his aftercare. And it looks like he came prepared as well.

Touya takes his sweet time gently putting hybrid injury cream around his ass. There's nothing of course he could do about the inside besides giving Tomura some anti-inflammatory medicine and blood stoppers. All wrapped inside of a pill pocket, the brat.

And despite his so-called love for Y/N, Tomura still kept up the attitude. When Touya moved onto Y/N, slowly caressing her cunt and making sure she was okay, taking care of her and wiping her clean of cum, Tomura would throw a fit and say he wanted attention.

Don't get him wrong, he was worried for his mommy. He didn't know what the white stuff leaking out of her was or what the white stuff that'd been leaking out of him was- he just knew it felt good. But he recognized bruises from his own hands, his claws digging into her from when he orgasmed.

But he wanted attention too! What about him?! Why did mommy get all the attention? It was like he had completely forgotten the attention that had been on him for a while. He meowed over and over, tugging on Touya’s arm.

“Master,” he whines, “What about me?”

“Shh,” Touya says, “We need to take care of mommy too, Tomura.”

“But-” he starts.

“No buts unless you want me to spank yours,” Touya warns.

Tomura opens and closes his mouth, deciding he’d rather not have his ass beat red. He still whines, though, putting his head on Y/N’s chest, so he never left his master’s line of sight. When Touya pushes his head away, he mewls over and over, crying out for his master. Claiming that “You don’t care about me, Master!”

Touya silences him with a kiss on the forehead and the lips, and that satiates him...for a while until he’s pawing at Touya again, whining and whimpering. However, when Y/N is the one to try and silence him, he shuts up immediately. You never tell him to be quiet; you always tell him how much you love his voice.

So he curls into you and kisses your neck, telling you that you're the best mommy in the world. You can only smile and nod, letting Touya apply ointment to your wounds. Tomura has never felt like this before, not just from his orgasm but being cared for by two people. Of course, Y/N cared for him well, maybe too well. She spoiled him beyond belief. He got away with pissing on the couch for months. He got whatever food he wanted whenever he wanted. You even let him eat at the dinner table though he was NOT supposed to.

Touya fixed all of that. He disciplined Tomura, shoving him in a diaper until he begged and cried to be good, and he was...until Touya went home. Touya also put him on a diet that was healthier for his sensitive stomach. Lastly he made it very clear to her that Tomura will only be eating out of his bowls on the floor, much to Tomura’s disappointment.

-

Despite it all, they end up together. All of them. Mommy and Master and cute little Tomura at the center. Maybe he would’ve stopped acting up but he didn’t. He just wanted both of them more- and both of them together. So he makes mommy call Touya for no reason or forces her to, pissing and shitting wherever he could, even vomiting.

Even things that didn’t need to be fixed- they called Touya. And of course, Touya always sets Tomura straight. He’d shove Tomura in a kennel for hours, and force Y/N to watch, to discipline him for calling him over, sometimes even himself if he got ahold of the house phone, and Y/N to get her to stop spoiling Tomura.

And of course, Tomura would yowl and cry that nobody loved him, making painful noises that would cause suffering to any normal human’s heart (at least, Y/N would argue that). He would piss himself even more, and even shit on the blankets to try and get the smell to let him out. Touya however, only pissed on Tomura when he pissed in the kennel, and sprayed air freshener when he shit. Maybe it was something that he wanted himself.

Y/N, of course, would always let him out when he let out a particularly miserable noise. She washed the disgusting blankets at night when she was supposed to be asleep and cleaned him up through the bars of his cage. Whenever Touya caught her, he was furious. It took only minutes for her to be squished in the cage besides Tomura, praying he didn't decide to make any messes.

She comforted him, reminding Tomura that Touya would provide wonderful aftercare for the bruises and indents the cage gave them. When Touya fed them through the bars it was especially humiliating, making sure to spill or smear at least some of it on both Y/N and Tomura. But Tomura was happy to clean you up with his cute pink tongue, and that never failed to make her giggle.

Despite the punishments and the spoiling he loves his mommy and master equally! They were so good to him! Dogs can be a man’s best friend, but what best resembles a lover? The cute little kitty cat in the middle of mommy and master.

[hnychn]

KARASUNO’S MANAGER !!

SYPNOSIS — it’s a new year and the karasuno team decides to throw a new years party in the school gym

WARNINGS — tooth rotting fluff <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE — none of this is realistic but shut up and let me live laugh and love with the idea it’s real

⇀ HAPPY NEW YEARS BABESS

⇀ so it all started out when noya and tanaka came up with the brilliant idea to throw a new years party

⇀ and since canonically, everyone in haikyuu are losers, everyone agreed 😀

⇀ of course you invited your boo kenma 😼 and the nekoma team

⇀ and kuroo invited the fukurodani team since bokuto heard about the party somehow

⇀ the party is held in the gym, it's byoc

⇀ "bring your own cups"

⇀ cause y'all broke broke 😭😭✋🏼

⇀ kidding . . . about the cup part, y'all are broke though . . .

⇀ anyways, so the team put you in charge of getting the drinks

⇀ . . . but they never specified non-alcoholic 😼

⇀ so you, being the six foot seven giant you were, got some alcohol

⇀ it was surprisingly easy

⇀ like the guy behind the counter didn't even ask you for an ID or anything and he probably assumed you were 21+ because of your features 🤡

⇀ i mean you do be chiselled by the gods themselves 🤪🥴

⇀ not me simping over you 🤺

⇀ so the party is about to start and you come in with literal bottle of alcohol like fUCKING JACK DANIEL'S AND WHISKEY AND RUM AND ALL THAT SHIT

⇀ and when daichi saw you with all the paper bags filled with bottles of alcohol he just-

⇀ . . . 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ "y/n. . ."

⇀ "yes? 🤠"

⇀ "why. . .why do you have alcohol?"

⇀ "you said to get drinks. ."

⇀ "i mEANT PUNCH-"

⇀ all daichi wanted to do was punch you 🏌️🏽‍♀️

⇀ LMAO BUT NOYA AND TANAKA TURNT UP WITH THE ALCOHOL

⇀ they poured that shit into those punch bowls? ya know? the ones in those cliche highschool movies

⇀ they got red solo cups and everything 🔫

⇀ anyways, so people start showing up and daichi panics because no sir, these minors aren't getting drink on his watch, but oops-

⇀ kiyoko locked him in the shortage closet 👁

⇀ "i'll let you out in 20 minutes"

⇀ because babes knew that's all it'll take for everyone to be blackout drunk

⇀ and she was right 💅🏽

⇀ fifteen minutes into the party, noya, tanaka, yamamoto, lev and a bunch of first years are drunk drunk.

⇀ suga, kuroo, asahi, and ennoshita are also drunk but like they're the chill typa drunk y'know?

⇀ they playing a game of uno with normal playing cards 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ kenma . . . doesn't want to be there BLESS HIM LMAO-

⇀ he's sitting in the corner, red solo cup in hand because kuroo took his pspspsp and won't give it back, even if he is drunk

⇀ and you- good god

⇀ YOU. ARE. D R U N K.

⇀ i'm talking the embarrassing type of drunk

⇀ you're dancing on one of the volleyball poles like a fucking stripper and bokuto is throwing napkins at you like they're ones please- 🔫

⇀ kenma is just in the corner staring like 🐚🌝 hello yes, officer? imma need animal control here asap.

⇀ LIKE DJFJD WTF IS MY BF DOINGG

⇀ he's embarrassed for you 😔✋🏼

⇀ but in the corner of your eye you see kenma sitting all alone so you go over to him, alcohol nearly spilling over the side of your red solo cup

⇀ "what're you doin all alone here, kitten?"

⇀ kenma crinkles his nose because you smell like alcohol, but he just shrugs

⇀ he says something but you can't hear him over he loud music, so you lean closer but you end up spilling your drink all over your shirt and you just

⇀ "ew it's sticky . . . i guess I'll just take it off"

⇀ SO YOU DO

⇀ IN A CROWDED ROOM

⇀ OF DRUNK POSSIBLY NOT STRAIGHT MEN

⇀ and holy fuck-

⇀ how knew you were so foine 🥴🥴

kenma's eyes widen when you suddenly pull off your shirt, your chest still slightly damp from the drink spilling on you. he could feel heat rushing to his face the longer he stared. kenma wanted to look away, he really did, but it was something about the way you rubbed your hands over your abs and chest to wipe off the moisture and the way you looked down with hooded eyes that had him entranced. he couldn't look away, and by the sight of the other people in the room also staring at you with no shame, they couldn't either.

despite being drunk, you could tell people were staring and it filled you with a sort of confidence you only got in the privacy of your room with kenma. speaking of kenma, he wasn't fairing any better. his head was turned to the side to look away, but his eyes betrayed him and stayed focused on your chest.

you smirked.

kenma gasped as you suddenly leaned forward, your hand slamming onto the wall next to him and the other pushing him by the hip, your cold fingers slithering up his shirt and sending chills up his spine. your breathe was warm next to his ear and kenma's blush intensified.

"see something you like, kitten?"

kenma's breathing began to get heavier the longer you whispered in his ear, his chest and pants tightening. kenma refused to look up, knowing half of the people in the gym were staring, but he would by lying if he said it didn't turn him on more than he already was.

your stopped whispering in kenma's ear and began trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, leaving marks behind. kenma had to bite his bottom lip to stop noises from escaping his mouth, but his restraint was limited due to the small amount of alcohol in his system.

your fingers traveled further up his shirt and caressed his waist, pulling him closer to you. pulling away from his neck, you turned to his lips, sucking and biting on them as if it would be the last time you would be able to. kenma's neck was littered with hickies that, even in the darkness of the gym, were extremely visible.

but before things could go any further, you were ripped away from kenma by a fuming daichi, "first you bring alcohol and get everyone drunk, then you try to fuck your boyfriend in the middle of the gym? i'm gonna kill you, y/n."

⇀ you were put on daichi watch for the rest of the night 😔🔫

⇀ but by the time 11 rolled around, you were a bit sober so i guess that's good

⇀ everyone gathered into he middle of the gym and counted down until midnight

⇀ kiyoko and yachi had hung some of those colour changing lights and gave the room some amazing vibes

⇀ and kenma was standing next to you, your arm slung over his shoulder as the lights hit his face perfectly and outlined every feature of his beautifully

⇀ you smiled down at him

"it's already 2021, huh?"

kenma looked up at you and immediately looked away when he saw that you were already looking at him. even after months of dating and nights spent in each other's embrace, he still got nervous when you looked at him the way you were right now.

eyes so full of love and lips pulled into a satisfied smile.

"yeah. . . i guess. . ."

you laughed and pulled him closer to your side, kenma stumbled a bit and grasped onto the new shirt you put on. it was a spare that you left behind in the clubroom one day.

"c'mon kenma! new year, new possibilities! what are your new years resolutions?"

kenma shrugged, burying his head deeper into your side, "i don't have any."

5 . . .

you smiled, "really?"

you looked back up at the digital clock kiyoko hung up on the wall just for new years, your smile never faltering. kenma loved that about you, your ability to smile no matter what. no matter the circumstances.

4 . . .

"what about you?" kenma asked, a small bubble of guilt building in his chest for not answering how he thought you wanted.

you looked down at him with the same lovesick eyes and satisfied smile, kenma felt his heart stop, "me?"

you looked back up at the clock, "hmm. . ."

3 . . .

"i think. . . " you drew out, a playful smile on your face when kenma pouted at your long answer. he slapped your chest when you laughed at him.

2 . . .

"i think," you tugged kenma in front of you and rested your chin on his head, a lazy smile drawn on your face as everyone else yelled about, excited for the new year.

1 . . .

"i think i have everything i could ever want right here."

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

kenma gasped as you suddenly turned him around, lifting his face by the chin. everyone around you cheered as the clock hit 12 and it was now January 1, 2021.

kenma's heart pounded when he saw the same old lazy smirk on your face and the same old lovesick look in your eyes; but no matter how many times he's seen it, he would always feel the butterflies fluttering in hit stomach.

"happy new years, kenma." you whispered as you pulled him into a kiss.

what a way to start the new years.

⇀ everything after that was a blur

⇀ the party amping up as a way to start the new years and you were sure even daichi had a cup full of some unholy concoction of alcohol kiyoko made for him

⇀ when you woke up, you were in bed, kenma laying a your side.

⇀ with close on, y'nasties 👁

⇀ your head felt like it was going to explode and your stomach turned in ways it shouldn't

⇀ but you were too lazy to get outta bed

⇀ me 🤡

⇀ so you just pulled kenma closer and went back to sleep

⇀ dreaming of a happy future with the man in your arms

taglist:: @stickystrawberrysyrup @420-uwu @nvthvlyy @kaiwai @goshizaki-jun @thetrash-mammal @dprhvn @bakuhore

a/n :: i'll add the read more thing in the morning, i gotta start getting dressed for the new year party. this was kinda rushed too so sorry if it's a bit jumbled or something

[buckttommy]

For the sleepover ask: what's your headcanon about Eddie's relationships with Abuela and Pepa? Because as much as he has struggled, Eddie did manage to carve out some semblance of an identity for himself separate from his parents — something just enough that allowed him to get out and build a life for himself. I'm thinking he had to have had some kind of genuine love and encouragement as a child, right? (Also it delights me to no end how much Pepa hates Ramon.)

So, Eddie, Abuela and Pepa headcanons?

Great question as always.

Listen, I've said it before and I'll say it again: Abuela and Pepa are 100% the reason Eddie is the man he is today, so here are some of my favorite headcanons:

Youth:

1.

Considering how terrible Eddie’s parents are, Abuela and Pepa were relatively limited in what they could do for him. Ramon was very much of the mindset that his son was his responsibility, and while that’s… true to some degree… he (and his wife) constantly went overboard with raising him and with Eddie’s discipline in general.

As a kid, getting into trouble was never just "getting into trouble" for Eddie. When Eddie got in trouble with his parents, it was borderline traumatic; lots of shouting, lots of belittling. And because of the way Ramon was very much so an overwhelming presence in the house, I think if Abuela/Pepa tried to interject while he was verbally abusing his son, it'd probably just make it worse for Eddie (Ramon would probably say something like, "what kind of man needs a bunch of women to protect him" etc etc). Nevermind the fact that he’s a CHILD, not a man, but okay. Asshole. So whenever he’d get sent to his room, one of them would come find him later and try to soften the blows wherever they could; sitting with him and trying to get him to laugh through his sadness. Watching him try to choke on his stifled tears and just reassuring him that it’s okay to cry. Of course, they never really got that message through to him but they did try.

2.

Around the age of thirteen is when things in the Diaz household really started to change. Eddie was a teenage boy growing up in a relatively hostile and intense environment; of course he started to rebel: talking back, rolling his eyes, sneaking out, etc. This “disrespect” only intensified the growing animosity between himself and his parents, so one day, Abuela (who knows her grandson is practically dying in this house) says, "Why don't I take him off your hands for the summer?" And because Helena and Ramon are too self-absorbed to even consider the fact that she's doing this for Eddie's benefit rather than theirs, they agree. By week's end, he's sitting on a plane, and by the end of the day, he’s walking up her porch steps.

Abuela can practically see the physical change that comes over him when Eddie steps through the door. His shoulders slump, he takes a deep breath—inhaling all the fragrance from the kitchen and the incense lit in the doorway—and suddenly he goes from being a closed off, cautious boy to the warm, gentle grandson she knows and loves.

After that first summer, Eddie spending summers in Los Angeles with her becomes a Thing. If you asked him, those summers were the highlight of his youth. They’d spend their days at the farmer’s market, baking homemade pies, reading in the evening light, etc. They were good days. And all that time spent together obviously amounted to an abundance of trust.

3.

Eddie comes out to Pepa when he’s 15. Even to this day, she and Abuela are the only people he's ever verbally come out to.

On the day he comes out to her, he’s sitting on his bed at Abuela's house. He's been moody all day; something is clearly bothering him, but he won't say what it is. Finally, around lunch time, after accidentally breaking one of Abuela’s vases, he barricades himself in his room and locks the door behind him.

He's in there for hours until Pepa knocks on the door some time in the evening to check on him.

She sits on the bed. "I hear you had a rough day." "I don't want to talk about it." Eddie doesn’t look up from his GameBoy but he’s not playing it, not really. "That's okay," she says. "We can sit here and not talk about it. I'll tell you about my day, though." She tells him about her day; about the plants she bought at the store and how she meant to buy perennials, but she thinks she bought some damn annuals. She tells him about the craft store she went to, and the bratty cashier who gave her attitude, and she’s content to talk for the rest of the night if it’ll keep her nephew from looking like he’s about to break. But then he looks at her, and she stops talking. “Pepa?” "Yes?" "There’s something I—I don’t—it’s just that—I think—" "Take your time." He nods. “Right.” He takes a deep breath, then another. He sets down his game on the nightstand, looks her in the eye, and says, "I have a boyfriend." Oh, she thinks, so it’s this conversation. "Do you?" "Yeah." "Hmm." Pepa folds her hands in her lap. "What is his name?" "Eli.” Eddie’s hands fidget with the hem of his shirt. “He’s a year older than me. It’s—we've only been going out for a couple weeks. It's not serious or anything." He looks terrified, and Pepa doesn't know whether he's waiting for her to shout or—God help her brother if he's so much as laid a hand on this child—hit him. But he’s looking to her like she has all the answers, like she’s the one with the power to either make or break him, and well. It’s been a while since she’s done this; no one’s come out to her since college, but she cups his chin and turns his face toward her. "I love you so much. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me." His chin quivers. "You're not mad?" "Mad? At you? How could I possibly be mad at my favorite nephew? And for what?" She smooths his brow with her thumb and makes sure she has his eyes when she says quietly, firmly, "You haven't done anything wrong." That’s the thing that gets him. He turns away from her as much as her hand on his chin will allow, but not even he can stop the single tear that rolls down his cheek. "Do you think Abuela will be mad?" "Of course not.” Pepa stands up. She holds her hand out to him. “But why don't we go ask her? Only if you're ready." She doesn’t want to assume he’s ready, doesn’t want him to feel pressured to give any more than he wants to. But Eddie takes another deep breath and nods. He's a brave boy and she loves him. He places his hand in hers. "I'm ready."

So he comes out to Abuela/Pepa on the same day and the world doesn't end. They give him lots of hugs and kisses, tease him about his boyfriend, and his world doesn't collapse.

It's a good day.

Adulthood

1.

When Eddie goes into service, Abuela and Pepa send him care packages. With his parents, by this point the relationship is so strained, it’s kind of an “out of sight, out of mind” thing for both him and them, but Pepa and Abuela always send him stuff, just so he can know they’re thinking of him. They pack cookies, and letters, and blankets and shit and when Eddie comes home, he brings Pepa a scarf and Abuela a vase and she loves it even more than the one he broke when he was a kid because it's a sign that her boy returned home.

2.

They have Sunday dinners together and when he and Buck get together, one evening afterward, while Christopher is playing the Xbox, the three of them are sitting outside sipping glasses of wine, and Eddie says,

“So. Buck and I got together.” There’s no fear there like it was the first time; he’s not scared of how they’ll react, not scared he’ll be thrown out on his ass. He knows they love him, and he’s assured of their love, but he is a little nervous. Only because neither of them really liked Shannon that much. There’s a weighted silence as Pepa and Abuela process that information. And then Abuela goes, “It’s about time.” “You’re not surprised?” He huffs a laugh. “Of course you aren’t.” “Eddito, I think the only people who were surprised were you and that boy of yours.” Pepa drinks from her wine glass. “Me? I saw it from the moment I met him.” “That was only a couple weeks after we met.” “What is your point?”

After that, Eddie brings Buck around for Sunday dinner. He's been around before, of course, but always as Buck the Best Friend and never Buck the Boyfriend, but he fits into their unit like he was always meant to be there (because he was). Abuela and Pepa tease them both relentlessly, but they make Buck feel like a part of the family (because he is). And.............. I dunno man, I guess that's it.

Eddie's got his family, he's loved, he's cared for, and he owes it all to the women who raised him.

[heybeybey]

Sunshine on a Cloudy Day

Pairing: Rivetra | Levi x Petra

Summary: Forced to retire from the Scouts due to a major injury, Levi thinks he'll be spending the rest of his days in domestic solitude. Petra, however, has another idea.

Loosely based on The Way of the Househusband.

Or: Captain Petra x Househusband Levi canonverse AU

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A/N: Okay I've had this outlined for WEEKS (no ending in mind tho) but I never got around to actually drafting it. But....... I had some time this morning and the inspiration after seeing this post so yay.

Thanks to @sleeperswakewriting for introducing me to The Way of the Househusband. It's cute and funny and DEFINITELY RIVETRA in another universe.

This is going be a drabble series btw but no assurance on when I'll be updating each chapter (My Royalty AU draft is glaring at this fic rn tbh). Some chapters will be based on the Netflix show but Levi's condition is a bit different from Tatsu's so it'll probably be loosely based at best.

And yes, the title is from the song My Girl. But I like this version since I think it fits Petra the most :3

Also also, we all know deep down that Levi wants to be a househusband so here you go.

- - -

Chapter 1: The Ceremonies

There was a time when his mind wandered to how his career in the Scouts would end. Levi always thought he'd die on the battlefield, just as he witnessed among his comrades. He'd accepted that reality, sometimes even waiting for it despite his will to continue fighting on.

For some reason, retiring has never crossed his mind.

"Honorably discharged due to major leg injury, incomplete spinal cord injury, and loss of right eyesight."

He can still hear the pity and sadness from Erwin's voice from that day in the hospital when they talked over where he will go from there. The doctors mentioned that his spine will heal over time, but his leg is broken way beyond repair. It's worse enough that amputation was considered at one point. He'd be good as titan food should he retain his current position in the scouts.

At first, he wanted to scream. He wasn't the type to show some outwardly emotion (except for when he's beating down new recruits or the three males in his squad) but being a part of the Survey Corps is what gave this shit of a life some meaning after he was pulled out of the underground.

Frankly, he didn't know what's next.

"Hey, Captain." Petra's sweet voice snapped Levi out of his thoughts and he forces himself to get out of his bad mood. This was her day and he'd be damned if he ruins it for her.

Levi takes her in and the corner of his lip quirks up. He feels pride fill his chest as his eyes strays a bit on the insignia freshly pinned on her uniform.

"I think I should be the one calling you that, Ral." He replies. "Congratulations."

Wheelchair-bound for what may be the rest of his life, Levi and his squad had to sit down and talk over what's next for the Scout's elites. The obvious choice was Eld, but Levi and the rest of the team were surprised when the blonde man turned down the promotion. He says that while he had the leadership skills and the years of experience that makes him more than qualified, he knew that he didn't have the same burning dedication to the cause as much as he'd witnessed in others.

Eld said that he'd be glad to support the next team captain instead. Oluo, while skilled, had often been too focused on his kill count. Gunther has a strategic mind but didn't really have the charm to bring people together.

So they all turned their attention to Petra.

To be honest, Levi had always wanted to promote Petra as his second-in-command. However, Scout regulations demanded a certain number of years that she didn't have yet at the time he first chose his elite squad. He'd never had a problem with Eld, but his and Petra's ability to synchronise on the battlefield is the reason why he'd always turned to her when he needed a second hand.

It makes sense in his eyes and to the rest of the team, even when Erwin and the other soldiers were doubtful of his choice. They've seen how ferocious Petra is during expeditions, but still had the heart to cry alongside her dying comrades. She's kind and helpful, but knows when a hard decision is needed to be made. She'd pitched in her ideas and opinions every time she accidentally passed by the officers' meeting sessions (she always brought them tea so she sometimes hear the conversations). This was often met with a surprised look from her higher-ups but having worked with Petra for quite some time, Levi would just smirk at his fellow veterans.

She's still rough around the edges and she definitely still has more room to improve, but the potential is there. He wouldn't have chosen her as part of his team in the first place if he didn't see that fire.

He wasn't surprised that Eld, Gunther and Oluo supported her, even when Petra was terrified to accept such a responsibility. Levi was firm in his decision.

In the end, Erwin stamped on his approval.

Levi was the one who pinned the insignia on her signifying her new position during today's pinning-on ceremony.

- - -

"Hey, Captain!"

"I think you should stop calling me that, Petra."

"Sorry. Habit." The ginger blushes slightly as she steps closer inside the apartment, basket in hand. "I bought something for you."

She brings out a few fruits from the basket, laying it down on the dining table in his humble apartment. "The farmer's market was on sale today and I had the chance to pass by before they closed."

"You didn't have to buy me all these, Petra."

"I had to use my pay raise for something, Captain," she jests. He wheels himself towards her to assist her with unloading the basket and they both work in silent contentment.

"So, how's your first day?" Levi asks after washing the fruits. Petra's face lights up at his question and the whole room seems to come alive as she chatters on.

"Holy Maria, Captain. I didn't know the team can be this stupid. No wonder you had dark eyebags after training us for years!"

- - -

It's been three months since he resigned from the Scouts. The new captain never fails to come home to the apartment he's renting near the Scout HQ everyday.

Come home? Tch. How delusional can you get.

He'd welcome her back every expedition and every training day. A part of him feels a bit of guilt gnaw on him when he sees how tired Petra is whenever she comes home, thinking of the time when he was her direct commanding officer.

"Captain, can I sleep here tonight?"

Now, he sees the sorrow and fatigue in her eyes. "You're always welcome here, Petra."

He offers to give up his bed for the night but she declines, saying that she'll be fine on the couch. She's unnaturally quiet, but he knows that this is how she typically is after expeditions.

They're both on the couch right now and she snuggles closer to him. Levi motions for her to lay her head on his lap, their boundaries thinning with every single visit.

He's quiet when he sees the tears start to fall from her eyes. Soon, Petra's sobbing and she wraps her arms desperately around him. His hand starts to slowly run through her ginger locks, hoping it gives her some comfort.

"She was the last in my and Oluo's batch." She starts, voice shaking and he gives her space to talk and mourn her comrade. "I wanted to save her... but it was either her or compromise the mission. I had to give the order."

"I'm sorry." Because if someone understands her better, it's him.

- - -

"Levi?"

It's the scout's day off today and they're all allowed to leave the vicinity to visit friends and family, or simply just to fuck around if they wanted.

Petra, not surprisingly, decides to spend another weekend with him.

"Hmm?" He's currently preparing their lunch, wheeling himself around the kitchen area.

"Did you ever think about settling down when you were still in the scouts?"

He cocks an eyebrow at her question. "And leave a widow crying on my grave? I didn't even have the time to date, Petra."

And he didn't even want to date someone else. Not when he kept having wet dreams about his own subordinate at that time.

"Well, you have a chance now, right?" Petra starts to help with laying down the dishes on the table. He looks at her, eyes taking in her body language. She's doing that thing with her hands again where she tries to occupy it with things to do whenever she's nervous. She's too tense for this to be some absent chatter.

"Just spit it out, Petra."

"What I'm trying to say is that I'm always here. In this apartment. Whether I'm back from training or meetings or expeditions," she starts. Levi wheels himself forward to grab their food from the small kitchen but he attentively listens to each of her words. Seeing that he won't be replying, Petra decides to continue.

"I like coming home to you, Levi. And I'm still devoted to you." Petra nervously says, the redness on her cheeks intensifying. Levi feels his heart thump at her last sentence. He stops what he's doing and looks straight into her amber eyes, the same moment as she reaches out to delicately hold both of his hands. "I'd like to continue doing so... if you'll have me in another way."

Bold as ever is the first thing that fondly came to his mind. He feels emotion start to climb up his throat but he never wavers in staring back at her. The next thing that came to mind wasn't exactly a thought, and the answer leaves his mouth with a certainty he didn't know he had.

"Okay," he quietly replies. Not much of a talker, as usual. Still, his sure answer was quite a surprise to the both of them.

Was it loneliness? That fear that he'd most likely die alone because of his automatic ability to push people away? Maybe it's some deep hidden desire to live a domestic life with someone—something that he allowed himself to fleetingly dream of while he was still in that underground hellhole—that he has since accepted wouldn't be in his future.

Until now.

He and Petra decided to have a shotgun wedding that same afternoon.

[yespolkadotkitty]

So I read Elixir and I love how you write sex pollen and I was wondering if you could do one for our other federal agent, Marcus?

Jump Start

Warnings: smut. A lot of smut. Unbeta’d writing; soft Marcus. 

Words: 3,500

Summary: What if Marcus only went to DC for a while? And what if he came back for you?

Marcus: Still game for tonight?

You: Are you kidding? Cho and Lisbon have bigged up that Aladdin’s Cave for months. I’ll be there.

Marcus: You sure this is what you want for your birthday?

You: Yes.

Marcus: Okay then… Bring a pillow because I’ll probably bore you to sleep with all the art stories.

When the elevator doors part to reveal Agent Marcus Pike, you’re standing by the door to the lock-up. A smile lights up his face when he sees you, and your heart bumps hard in your chest. He slides his hands in his pocket, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, Marcus.”

He ducks his head, a little shy. You know he isn’t always. You’d seen him in the interview room a few times last year, when your team and his had co-run a case. Watched his eyes go hard, his face stern. He’d slammed a file down on the desk inches from a suspect’s face and the surprisingly rough side to him had made you shiver.

Lisbon had sent you a knowing look and you’d ignored her.

She’d had her chance and she’d blown it, and frankly you didn’t want to know what she and Marcus had shared; how close they’d been.

Marcus had gone to DC after that. A year’s undercover work has helped him heal, you think. Get his head back in the game.

He came back for another co-op case, and thankfully, Lisbon and Jane had been away on honeymoon then.

You and Marcus had worked this one together, sometimes late into the night, sharing take-out and anecdotes from other old cases, and then, you’d started hanging out, a little.

He’s interesting. Funny. Friendly. Panty-melting gorgeous.

Heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

Cho dropped that it was your birthday at last week’s after-work drinks, and then Marcus had texted offering you a tour of the art lock up. You’d been rota’d off the day Cho and Lisbon got to see it, last year.

Patrick Jane hadn’t been allowed in. Marcus had muttered something about sticky fingers when you’d asked him about it.

“You ready?” He ducks his head to buss your cheek and you meet him halfway, breathing him in, minty gum, sandalwood, and the gourmet coffee he hides in his office. He shared it with you once and it’s like him, memorable, decadent, addictive.

“Ready.” You pull away, reluctantly, wanting him, but he’s never given you any overt hints that he sees you as anything more than a colleague.

He and Lisbon are cordial to each other when they meet, but for all you know, he’s still pining over her.

You daren’t ask; you don’t want to know the answer.

Marcus punches in a code to the first gate, then plucks the rings of keys from his pocket and opens the dinner door of the lock-up, a smile playing on his scruffy face. He grew the patchy beard during his time in DC and it really suits him, highlights his beautiful jaw and makes his soulful eyes a deeper brown.

This time on a Saturday, no one else is around.

“A private museum,” you breathe as you see all the paintings, sculptures and other art set carefully in frames or on desks or custom made plinths.

“Yeah, I always feel like Aladdin.” He scoffs at himself. “I say that every time. What a dork.”

You turn and grin at him. “I like it. You’re an art geek. It’s sexy.” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them.

Marcus’ brow wings up. “That so?”

“Um, sure.” You duck your head, embarrassed. “So. Tell me some art stories,  Special Agent Pike. What’s new here?”

He brightens, soulful chocolate eyes going wide for just a moment. “Well. There’s this equine sculpture. Maker’s mark is Italian but we seized it during a raid for paintings. Wasn’t expecting it.” He snaps on white gloves and offers you a pair, then gently turns over the statue to show you the swirling signature on the bottom. “We’re still not sure where the other two are.”

You trace a gloved finger over the horse’s detailed mane, wrought perfectly in cherrywood. “Other two?

“Sure. This is part of a set. You can tell here-” he points out a divot in the base that you wouldn’t even have noticed, and another on the opposite end. “And here. The two connecting statues are missing - other horses, I’d guess.”

“Wow.”

Marcus sets the horse down and meets your gaze. “You bored yet?”

“Nope! More!”

He chuckles indulgently. “Okay. Why don’t you choose.”

You wander around the various lock-up cages for a while, examining instruments, more statues, even a huge quilt that looks woven with gold.

After a few moments, a painting about your height catches your eye. It’s an orgy, but tastefully done, painted in shades of amber and gold, the bodies fluid, enchanting.

“I’ve never seen such a… soft depiction of a group bang,” you smile.

Marcus’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “That came in last week. Rumour has it, the artist was quite the lothario back in the 1800s. A steady stream of, ah, callers to his penthouse in Florence. The accounts of his sexual prowess are something else.”

“I bet.” You eye the curves of the women in the painting; she looks soft, welcoming, her eyes closed in ethereal bliss. “So, how’d you get this?”

“Allegedly, found in an attic. We went to the house to pick it up. The man who gave it to me - said they just moved in - seemed kinda high.” Marcus’ brow furrows. “Very mellow. Pretty sure he’d been smoking something. He was half-dressed.”

You crouch, examine the painting more closely. “And you didn’t… arrest him?”

Marcus shrugs. “Art’s our deal. I did note the address with a colleague in the DEA, so if it gets flagged again, they’ll investigate.”

Something about the painting keeps you enraptured. You spy a little notch in the frame. “Do you think something’s hidden in here?”

Marcus bends next to you to examine the area you point to. He’s been working today, so he still wears his suit, the red tie the little bit of flash he allows himself on the job. His scent weaves around you, the lick of coffee, the gasp of mint, and something uniquely Marcus.

“It looks like something…. Comes undone?”

You both lean in together, and you edge your gloved finger along the groove in the ornate gold-effect frame.

Marcus does the same from the other end. “Wow,” he breathes. “A hidden compartment?” Then his eyebrows shoot up as part of the frame depresses under his finger, clicking. He grins hugely. “Well, now I really do feel like Aladdin.”

“Don’t suppose you’ve got a little monkey wearing a fez around here, do you?” You tease.

“Maybe a magic carpet. I-”

He’s cut off when a hissing noise pops from the painting. You and Marcus both lean in to try and hear it more closely, and just when you get close, powder sprays from the frame, light gold in colour and smelling faintly musty.

You cough, reeling back, your hands over your face. “Gross.”

Marcus steps back too, wiping a gloved hand over his face and examining the golden-hued powder on the cotton fabric. “What the hell-”

You slowly sit down on the floor. “I feel… sort of dizzy. Hot.”

Marcus crosses to you, crouching in front of you, and if you didn’t feel so discombobulated, you would appreciate the closeness of him, the amber shot through his irises, the slight curl of his cowlick. “I’ll go get help. Maybe some water?”

You’re burning up. A slow dance starts in the pit of your belly, something that you think was always there, maybe, but intensified now Marcus is so close. “Please don’t go.”

His brow furrows in concern. “Of course.” He smoothes a gloved hand over your hair, and then you see it; the change in his eyes, the way they go dark and hot. “I… what the fuck is this stuff? I feel…”

You clutch at his forearms, feeling the play of lean muscle under his suit. “What if…. What if this was the reason that painter was such a, um, lothario?”

Marcus’ gaze has dropped to your mouth and at your words, he blinks. “What? Oh. Oh.”

“Yeah,” you say slowly. “Marcus, I…”

He stands up, backing away. “I can’t be near you. Not when I want… I can’t.”

You reach out to him. “What if you stayed?”

He gazes down at you, longing in those bottomless eyes, and now you can clearly see the outline of the powder’s effect on him. “I can’t. Can’t do that to you.”

A flash of hope pierces the haze descending on you. “You want to? Because of the.. Stuff,” you finish lamely.

An expression of half desire, half pain, sketches itself over Marcus’ features. “I’ve wanted to for a while. That night we worked late.” He’s half-panting now, the fingers of one hand curled around the wall of his side of the lock-up. “Wanted to take you over the desk. I - fuck- can’t do it.”

You make to move. “Marcus-”

“Not like this,” he groans, that voice of sin and sex dropping half an octave, California with a lick of the drawl of Texas. “Not… like this.”

“Don’t go!” You beg. Your insides are burning up for him. If he’d just touch you. Just for a moment.

Marcus is shaking his head, fumbling with the door on this section of the lock-up. You lunge for him but he pulls the door closed, locking you in and him out.

He turns the key, then tosses the ring across the room.

“I’m sorry. I can’t. Not like this. Goes against everything.”

“But I want you,” you say. You crawl over to the fencing separating you. “At least… touch my hand.”

You pull your gloves off, slide your fingers through the holes in the mesh.

Marcus takes his gloves off too, tangles his fingers with your the best he can. He sighs deeply. “I had this whole date thing planned. Dinner at an Italian that reminds me of a place I ate at in my gap year.”

“Marcus,” you whisper. “So you do really like me.”

He groans. “Sweetheart, I haven’t been able to think about anything but you since I got back from DC, and there you were, pretty as a picture, working late with me, sharing Chinese food. Making me laugh.”

You swallow, wanting him so badly it hurts. Every inch of you burns for him.

“I wanted to go slow,” he rasps out. “I know I jump in. Get overexcited. But with you.. I wanted to do it right. Fuck.” With his free hand he, almost unconsciously, palms himself through his suit pants, his eyes rolling back. “What the hell is this drug?”

You hungrily follow the path of his hand with your gaze. “Lothario, remember?”

“I remember.” Marcus groans, pressing the heel of his hand against his erection. He’s sitting awkwardly. “Bastard.”

“Marcus.” You squeeze his hand. “I want this. I want you. It’s lonely up on that white horse.”

He shakes his head, vehement. “It’s….not… not right.”

You press against the caging and just the pressure of the mesh on your breasts makes you moan. “So I can’t touch you, and you won’t touch me, but you also won’t leave me.” You watch him squeeze his eyes shut, look at the tent in his suit pants. “Touch yourself.”

His eyes pop open. “What?”

“If you won’t leave and you won’t… give in to whatever this is, although I want you more than I’ve wanted any man, ever…. Let me see you.”

A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead as he looks at you, big brown eyes considering. He’s weighing every option. Marcus is thoughtful, considered. Considerate. He always thinks two steps ahead, encompasses everyone in plans and strategies.

But he’s blindsided by this, and you can’t say it isn’t sexy as hell to see him unravel this way.

“Please,” you add, holding his gaze.

He squeezes your fingers and the air changes between you, and then he leans heavily against the mesh and you take the opportunity to stroke his hair, a little, and it’s so soft. Feels like silk, and you have to touch more of him, but maybe you’ll get to at least see more, so you will your breathing to calm, just a bit, as he fumbles one-handedly with his belt buckle and then slides the zipper of his suit pants down to reveal plain grey boxers, darkened in the centre by a damp patch, and your throat is so dry.

“Have you…” your heart bumps hard, the rush of seeing new parts of Marcus making you even dizzier. “Ever gotten off in this evidence locker before?”

“Can’t say I have.” Marcus’ gaze stays on your face, earnest. “I can go. I can just go.”

“Please. Please don’t go. Come in.”

“Can’t do that.” He closes his eyes; looks like he is silently praying for the power to resist you. His fingers curl into the parted edge of his suit pants.

“Let me see you?”

He sucks in a deep breath, then exhales shakily. “This is not how I planned to seduce you. Just so you know.”

Your pulse rabbits. “You seduce me every moment, Marcus. With every sweet text. Every time you smile at me. All your art stories. When you say my name. Your voice, oh God.”

Marcus’ hand trembles as he holds your gaze through the wire mesh of the lock-up, and he finally, finally parts the opening of the plain grey boxers and draws himself out, and you just drink him in with your eyes, the shape of him, the swollen tip, his length and girth, the curling hair at his base. It looks as silky as the hair on his head and you hear yourself groan needily.

“Marcus.”

He fists himself, his gaze hot on yours. “Not how I planned this date,” he repeats. “I feel like I’m on fire for you.” He rasps out your name and you watch his hand move, and suddenly it’s too much, the heat between your legs cannot be ignored, and you shove your skirt up and mirror Marcus on the floor.

His head jerks around. “Fuck,” he hisses.

“Never knew you had such a potty mouth,” you half-gasp, half-tease.

“For you, I’ll do whatever you want with my mouth.”

You groan at that as you circle your clit with a finger.

Marcus almost growls “Underwear off, I want to see.” His voice, that voice, is gentle-rough, and you think of the day you watched him in the interview room.

“Whatever you say, Agent Pike.”

“Christ.” He’s jacking off in earnest now, his gaze riveted to you as you pull off your underwear with one hand, letting it fall wherever. Your skirt is rucked up around your hips and the fact it’s Marcus watching you is a huge turn on, but honestly you’re not sure if you could have stopped, for anything.

Your combined pants fill the space. You’ve never been so wet. When you slide two fingers inside yourself the sound is obscene.

“It’s.. a wonder..  He ever got… any painting done,” Marcus grits out.

You laugh. “Now?  You wanna talk about art now?”

He huffs. “Art is the reason we’re here. Like this.” Then he sucks in a breath and you look down at him, his balls drawn up tight, his cock wet with his own pre-come.

“Marcus Matthew Pike, I swear to God, if you don’t get in here right now, I will never ever speak to you again.”

He hesitates.

“I swear on Van Gogh’s ear,” you add, your internal muscles fluttering.

Marcus half-yanks up his pants, scrabbles for the key. The seconds feel like hours until he appears again, boxers and pants around his knees, shirt tails hanging, and he opens the mesh door and you yank him in and kiss him and you tumble to the floor together, and Marcus grabs both your wrists and pins them above you with one hand, his face dark and determined, and it makes your heart pound.

“Please,” you grate out. “Marcus. I need you.” You spread your legs and try to hook your feet over his calves, but he shakes his head.

“Not yet. Sweetheart, not yet.” He curls your fingers into the wire of the mesh. “Hold on. Don’t… don’t touch me. I wanna make it good for you, first.”

You hear yourself keen his name as he shucks off his clothes from the waist down, then slides down your body and puts that gorgeous mouth to work. Your favourite thing he did with his mouth until now was talking, but this-

Maybe he’s writing his name, maybe he’s writing a sonnet, but whatever it is, the way he curls his tongue is obscene, and you don’t know if it’s partly the drug, but when he puts two fingers inside you, you come so hard you almost black out. And then lust rears its head again and you grab for him, carding one hand through his hair and cupping him with the other, and he’s slick in your palm and the ridges and heat of his cock feel so good.

“Marcus.” You fist a hand in his hair, pull a little, and he groans and pants, and you take the opportunity to pump him in your fist until he swears under his breath.

"Condom. Oh fuck. Condom."

He hesitates, then drops a soft kiss on your lips - your first, you think, a bit giddy - and you taste yourself, and he licks into your mouth and whispers your name and it's pure, unadulterated bliss.

Then he extricates himself, rummages in his suit pants, and as soon as he has the foil square in his hand you grab for him, pulling him down on top of you.

"After this," you murmur, "you're gonna bend me over the desk." And you roll the condom down his dick and he lets out a long, slow breath and pushes inside you and it's everything.

Everything inside you quiets for a moment that stretches as he starts to move, caging you in with his braced forearms, and you look into his dark chocolate eyes and his heart is on his face, with Marcus it always is. It's your favourite thing about him.

He nibbles at your lips as you make love to eachother, and you hook your legs around his hips to stop him pulling out too much. You want him close, want to feel his skin under your hands. The buttons of his shirt rasp against your dress, and if you were more aware you might think it's ridiculous, him bringing you to orgasm with you both half dressed in the floor of the art squad lock-up, but you can't care. Not when his cock hits you right there, and then you're keening his name and he tumbles over the cliff edge with you, pressing hard in those final thrusts as your muscles milk him.

You curl around him. "Marcus."

He sighs, presses his forehead to yours. "Was that… are you okay?"

You chuckle lazily. "I've never been more okay."

He cuddles you close, nosing at your cheek, murmuring sweet nothings. "Christ, what is this stuff? I could go again."

At his words desire rears its head. "There must be a desk in here somewhere, right?"

And his eyes go hot.

And that's how you find yourself bent over a desk recovered from an abandoned shipping off, the edges intricately gilded. You cling to them as Marcus fucks you hard and fast, just the way he'd fantasised about, and it's so good that you sob his name over and over.

Afterwards he cuddles you so gently, stroking your hair as he whispers praises about how good you felt around him, how next time he's gonna give you a bed covered in rose petals.

You shake your head, kissing him deeply, helping him into his jacket. "You're all I want, Marcus. Any way I can have you."

A flush colours his cheeks as he cups your cheeks. "Dinner? Let me take you out to dinner."

"I'd rather have it in bed. Have you in bed."

His eyes go wide for a second. "The drug.."

"This isn't the drug and you know it." You loop your arms around his neck. "It just jump-started us. Never been so grateful to a horny nineteenth century painter."

Marcus laughs out loud, hugs you, then releases you to hold your hand, tug you towards the elevator. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. You know that, right?"

Happiness unfurls slowly inside you. "I could stand to hear it again."

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Heal Me, and I'll Heal You

Chapter one / TWO

AO3 ~~

Pairings: Armin x Annie

Words count: 8976

* spoilers for chapter 131 and up

Summary: Annie decided that she had enough of fighting

And as she waits on the ship, watching the ocean, she visits memories from years ago, up until the night before, when she saw him for the last time.

He waved at her, with a shiny, silver ring around his finger.

A fanfic about Annie giving Armin her ring~

Armin almost crashed into Annie, his red eyes widened when he saw her behind the door. His mind exploded with a dozen questions, the first one was how long has she been standing here?

Annie opened her mouth to say anything, but her tongue tangled on itself and forgot how to form words, and her body wasn’t responding anymore.

“O-oh Annie,” Armin stuttered, his voice hoarse. He swallowed, “what are you doing here?” he almost bit his tongue when his voice cracked at the end.

“I was just passing by…”

“oh…” Armin cleared his throat, looked down, and saw that Annie’s hand was still stretched out, as if she was reaching for the door’s knob. He stepped aside and nudged his head towards the room and said: “there’s nothing much in this room, but it’s… uh, kinda quiet, if you, you know, want some time alone.”

Annie didn’t answer.

Armin could do anything to avoid turning this into an awkward conversation, so he took a precarious step down the hall: “I think I need to-”

Annie grabbed him from the rim of his sleeve, stopping him, then immediately dropped it. Her head tilting down, finding her feet interesting.

“I… can listen… if you want to…”

Armin was silent for a moment, he wanted to look at Annie's face, but her head was down and all he saw was a mob of golden locks.

He retreated his steps into the room, and opened the door wide for her.

It was dark inside the room. The soft moonlight filtering through the three small, circular windows, with thick metal frames around them. The air was chilly and cold.

Annie scouted the room with her eyes; it was empty, except for a wooden box discarded in the middle. She assumed that it was previously a storage room.

Armin sat on that box, while Annie gazed outside one of the three windows, her arms tangled across her chest.

She watched the quiet waves sway under the moonlight. The night was serene.

None knew from where to start, and none seemed to want to start.

But it wasn’t as awkward as Armin thought it might be, and for him, it felt normal, as if he was used to it…

“Why are you so quiet? Cat got your tongue?” Annie sarcastically inquired, contemplating Armin from the corner of her eye.

He chuckled; it sounded weak and forced. He leaned with his elbows on his knees, staring at a spot between his shoes: “What do you want me to say?”

Annie didn’t answer, but she swiveled her head towards him; his back hunched and his shoulders down.

Sometimes we should let others heal us, sometimes… we want them to.

With three strides, Annie was standing in front of him. He looked up, a soft smile on his face, eyes wilted with unspoken burden.

She crouched, then she was the one looking up at him.

The blue moonlight casted on his face, lighting one side of it, intensifying his features, but at the same time softening them. The blue in his eyes was put down, and even though his expression was blank, she could almost hear the thrashing of his thoughts in his mind.

Annie had so much to tell him, but she had no clue from where to start. Maybe she shouldn’t say anything in the first place.

A desire for soothing him swarmed in her chest; she wanted to talk to him, to let him talk to her like he used to for years, but this time she would respond, she wouldn’t be just a solid, lifeless rock. She would talk back to him.

She opened her mouth to say something and at the same moment, he did the same. 

Both ended up closing them, not saying a thing.

She tried once again to talk, but the longer their gaze lingered, the more her cheeks heated up. It wasn’t a good time to get nervous or blushy, she needed to use words, for once in her life she wanted to be able to talk openly with someone, no missions to be worried about, no devil to vanquish.

She couldn’t risk stuttering.

Annie lifted her hand up, swallowed, and rested it on his knee. She felt him stiffen underneath her touch, his eyes widened for a second, before they softened again. She rubbed small, mild circles with her thumb, easing his pain, all the while looking in his eyes.

“You know…” he started, and Annie nodded, denoting that she could hear him, that she would respond back to him too, “sometimes… I wonder what it would’ve been like if I… was born somewhere else… you know what I mean?” his question was in a small voice, not sure if he should ask or not.

“Yes, yes I know,” she retorted, you can ask, I’ll answer, I can answer.

Armin smiled softly, before he continued: “It’s… overwhelming, you know…”

“I know.”

“I just…”

Annie waited, giving him his time, not pressuring him to talk. The hand on his knees was firmer, assuring that she was listening, that she was all ears.

“I don’t know w-what to do… I just…” he didn’t finish his sentence; he turned his head away.

But Annie caught his eyes glistening. Something heavy plummeted to the bottom of her stomach, making her hands frigid, and her breathing quick.

She didn’t know what to do either; she could respond, react, but maybe she couldn’t really do it anyway. Maybe she’s only good at listening, and she should stick to that, and that only.

“I’m s-sorry, Annie, I’m not making any sense right now.”

“Don’t say that,” say something more, say something!

His lips parted, but he halted, before he shook his head and said: “It’s fine, really, we don’t have time for this, we should probably head back-”

The hand on his knee tightened, and he stopped talking, turning his head to her, and-

Her eyebrows were furrowed, she was focused, her eyes not wavering off of him. Armin blinked once, twice, before Annie scooted closer to him, her other hand reaching for his hands on his lap.

She slowly rested his palm onto hers, holding his gaze. His eyes widening when he felt his skin on hers. She rubbed his hand experimentally, the space between her eyebrows unwrinkling, and her touch became more steady.

Then she covered his hands with both hers, enveloping them. His warm hands inundated her cold ones, and she hated how she was gleaning out his warmth; she bit the inside of her cheek in guilt. But he wasn’t pulling back, he accepted her touch with widening eyes and a confused stare.

She eyeballed their hands; both of her hands covering his, his fingers laid relaxed between her own. 

She tried to say something, but couldn’t.

She tilted her head up, she caught Armin already watching her, and with one look at his eyes, somehow, she knew exactly what was going through his mind.

you don’t have to say anything

That’s when she finally realized it…

She nodded, in a way telling him that he can say what he had on his mind, and that she’s here to listen. That was enough.

“I…” Armin tried to say, shaking his head, but Annie’s hand tightened around his, and the next thing he knew, words were flowing from him, “I don’t think I know what I’m doing…”

Annie nodded, slow, prudent.

“I never thought we would reach this point, I don’t know if this is how I want this to end…” he trailed off, his voice weakening.

“What do you mean?” She asked, in a small voice, craning her head to get a glimpse at his face.

He took a deep breath, swallowed, then stammered: “I don’t want to fight him, Annie, I don’t want that.”

Again, he was looking away.

Annie wanted to cup his face, turn it towards her, and look into his eyes, but at the same time she didn’t want to push him too far, she didn’t want to scare him away.

“What if it’s the only choice you have?” She asked.

A beat of silence.

The silence stretched into something longer, long enough to make Annie fight the urge to fidget in her spot.

But then Armin looked up at her, straight into her eyes. Her throat tightened when she saw the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes.

“I know him, at least I think I know him,” his voice cracked, “I know that he will fight back, I know that…” a sob escaped his mouth, and he zipped it closed, not daring to speak another word, uncertain how it would sound like.

Annie held his gaze, a knot traveling from her throat to her chest, like a grip on her throat, choking her, clasping her lungs in a vise-tight hold.

She cushioned Armin’s hands in hers, caressing the skin that looked brand new, but uncountable scars charred it for years, all was gone, the touchable proof of what he went through drifted like sand in the desert. From the first glance, no one would know that he saw things no human should see, tolerated years of pain that no one deserves to go through, that he didn’t deserve to.

Tears silently descended on his cheeks, gathering at the edge of his chin, before dripping onto Annie’s hands.

And then she was wiping away Armin's tears with one hand, then both hands were cupping his cheeks, drawing circles with her thumb, but it wasn’t enough to cease the tears. So she drew closer to him, sitting beside him on the wooden box, close enough to feel his body heat, and her hands rubbing his face, mildly; she barely touched the skin.

He watched her movement in silence. His vision of her blurry, but then her hands would wipe around his eyes, and momentarily he would get a clear view of her, how the moonlight lit her profile, her lips were pressed and her eyes focused, before his eyes blurred again.

Then he was trying to speak, he was saying things that came out too slurred for anyone to understand, but Annie understood him, she knew that he was scared to see his friends get hurt, that Eren might be the one to hurt them. That he was terrified of raising his sword against Eren.

“I-I don’t want to do that, I c-can’t do that, I don’t want to, I really don’t want to…”

Annie stroked his cheeks, his eyebrows, his forehead, then her hands tangled in his hair, brushing it lightly, before traveling back to his cheeks and wipe away more tears. He was shaking, his body quivering in front of her, and she wondered how courageous he was to be vulnerable around someone like her, to expose his emotions around a past enemy.

It wasn’t the first time she heard him cry. He cried a few times when he visited her crystal. Back then, she was frozen in midair, unable to move a limb, but now she could touch his fingers, look into his eyes, run her fingers through his hair, respond back to what he’s saying.

There was no barrier between them.

And once Annie realized that, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her frame against his.

He didn’t hug back, and Annie was fine with it. For a moment she contemplated drawing back, but weak, trembling arms wrapped around her, lightly hanging around her body.

She stroked his shoulder’s blade, resting her chin on his shoulder. His heart beating against her, rapidly.

The closure washed content over her. She wanted him to feel the same way too, to give back what he was giving her.

So her fingers ran through his short hair, massaging his scalp, and this unlocked something in him; suddenly his arms around her tightened, his head buried in her shoulder, and he didn’t hold back any longer.

Sobs were freely ripping out from his mouth, ricocheting against the rooms’ steel walls. His arms hugged her tighter tighter tighter, and he didn’t want to ever let go.

All the stress of the past few weeks and the years-worth accumulated pain poured into that one moment. A cry after the other; each one held a hurtful story behind it. Each wail loosening a knot in his chest, and removing a brick off his back.

And when her arms around him rubbed circles on his back, he slackened his hold. His eyes stinging, but he didn’t pull back, he merely let his weight lean on her, nuzzling his head in her neck, as his sobs subsided, and his breathing slowed down.

He felt Annie swallow, and he would’ve pulled away, thinking he made her uncomfortable, but her grip on him was so tight, and a selfish side of him didn’t want to let her go anyway.

“It’s unfair,” she said against his ear, and he shivered, “but it’s… it’s gonna be alright.”

Once again, Annie didn’t know what to add, and she wished she didn’t say anything in the first place.

“Yeah…” he answered, closing his eyes, his hands hanging loose around her body, but not letting go.

She swallowed once again, before she whispered something in his ear, that made him stiffen for a moment, before the grip around her tightened, and he buried his face deeper into her neck.

Let me heal you too.

Before they knew it, others were looking for them, and as they stepped outside the room, something had changed within them, deep inside, something shifted, expanded, then shrunk, before it settled, unmoving.

But none spoke about it.

Armin left, as Annie sat on the deck of the harbor, staring at the dark blue water. The stars reflected on it in hazy, disorientated sparks, moving up and down with every small wave, feigning exhales and inhales, as if the ocean was alive and breathing. 

She watched him, as he talked to the engineers, following instructions and giving them. Her eyes tracking his movements, she wasn’t sure if he was aware of her wandering eyes, but if he was aware and pretended as if he wasn't, then he was doing a great job at it.

Annie swallowed, averting her eyes up to the sky,

Her hands entwined on her lap, the cold metal ring pressing against her skin. This ring that was a part of her life for so long, a ring that her father made by his own hands.

A simple, circular metal. A humble ring, that looked harmless.

But when her fingers flick its thorn, and with one scratch… that was when disasters occured.

It was her last memory of her father… this ring that she was planning on never using it ever again...

Footsteps echoed, and Annie didn’t notice them at first, but the footsteps halted a few feet from her.

She glanced to the side, and saw Mikasa.

Annie didn’t feel like inciting any kind of conversation.

But Mikasa seemed to have something on her mind, or so thought Annie.

At first, Mikasa tried to talk Annie into joining their fight, but Annie refused, she had enough of fights, had enough of battles, and had enough of blood being shed.

She had enough of faded scars.

She had only two or three years left before she dies, she wanted to spend them in peace.

Annie wasn’t aware that her eyes caught Armin when she mentioned peace, her peace, and when she noticed her act, it was too late.

Mikasa already followed her eyes, and figured out who Annie was gazing at.

Fire was lit in Annie’s cheeks. She wanted to vanish, right there and then. She wasn’t trying to be that obvious, and she blamed Mikasa for having a sharp mind. She wrapped one arm around herself, hiding from Mikasa’s confused face. If it was a different circumstance, Annie would’ve probably laughed at Mikasa’s funny expression.

“When did this start?” Mikasa started, and Annie tensed.

“What?” Annie retorted, not looking at Mikasa.

“...no, okay…” Annie could no longer feel Mikasa’s eyes on her, and for a second, she thought that Mikasa finally decided to leave her alone, but Mikasa continued: “I get it…”

Annie’s wrapped-arm tightened around herself, her jaw clenching, “When’d what start?!” even though she tended for her tone to be nonchalant, it came out incensed. She wished she could take it back.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to keep suffering,” Mikasa ignored Annie’s question.

Annie’s curious eyes peeked at Mikasa, as her arm loosened and she held it against her chest, gazing perplexedly at Mikasa’s calm, uncharastically-dreamy expression.

“But Armin’s coming with us on the flying boat,” Mikasa added, and Annie’s jaw, for some reason, relaxed for a fleeting second, maybe she was relieved that someone understood her, or maybe she was glad that Mikasa wasn’t going to ask her anymore questions, “we’re all heading to where Eren is.”

A beat of silence tranpassed between the two girls, before Annie turned her head to look back into the bottomless, mirror-like water.

The silence was punctuated with distanced voices of others preparing the flying boat, the quiet waves of the ocean harmonizing with them.

Annie took a deep breath.

“...I know,” Annie did know, she was well aware that this might be the last hours of being in the same place as him, and she knew that she can’t stop him; no one could. She conceded to brush away that thought, inquiring about the first thing that came to her mind: “so… what is it you want to do? Are you going to kill Eren in order to save humanity?”

“I’m not killing him…” Mikasa started to walk away from Annie, and Annie felt how heavy Mikasa's steps were, the burden on her shoulders pinning her to the ground, but she stood tall, her chin up, “Eren’s somewhere far away from us now, all I’m doing… is bringing him back…”

Mikasa stopped in her tracks, as if waiting for Annie to throw a comment or two at how lame her wording was, or at how far fetched that goal seemed to be, but Annie didn’t. Whether she decided to ignore it or not, Mikasa couldn’t decide, but Annie did ask about something else: “By the way, do you not wear that scarf any longer?”

Mikasa swallowed and counted to three in her mind, before she started walking again, and without looking back, she answered Annie’s question: “I have it… but I’m not wearing it right now.”

And with that, Mikasa left Annie to her thoughts, undaring to look back at her; there was nothing more to add anyway.

Mikasa walked to where the others were, everyone in a blurry rush fetching tools or discussing engineering stuff that Mikasa wasn’t exactly an expert at. Armin was the center of the conversation, commanding this and that, writing on paper before rushing to Hange, his hands flailing as he talked.

The proud-sister tumor inflated in Mikasa’s chest, even though it probably wasn’t the right time for it. She was proud of him, he learnt all that he knows now in the few years they were opened up to the rest of the world. He did deserve the knowledge because he worked hard for it, restless nights and tiring mornings.

Mikasa couldn’t help but think how things would’ve been if Armin wasn’t a soldier. He would probably be a well respected engineer or doctor, or maybe both. He would’ve published several books before he turned thirty, and he might’ve also settled down with a wife and had children…

It wasn’t foriegn for soldiers to dream about a perfect, happy life, away from ammunation and explosions, far from gun clickes and blood. They were all just dreams after all, and nothing is wrong with concocting these scenarios.

Armin was no different, he surely had his own dreams, had his own fantasies of creating a family, to spend the rest of his life with someone, in peace… but what makes Armin different is that he already found that someone, and that someone found him too.

It made sense, Mikasa thought, Armin did vanish sometimes without warning, and when he came back he wouldn’t tell where he had been, or he would try some lame lie that Mikasa would easily see through. She never pushed him to confess.

But now she knew.

He was in a dim-lit basement, surrounded by cold, mute walls, as he watched a girl, for hours on end.

The look in Annie’s eyes flashed at the front of Mikasa’s mind; the fondness, the dreamy-gaze, and something else swarming her blue eyes, a storm twirling inside her that was going to overflow out her eyes, pouring into similar blue eyes, with an identical storm behind blue orbs.

Unexplainable sensations flurried in Mikasa’s chest, she couldn’t pinpoint if they were pity or guilt, maybe it was a mix of both.

Armin, out of all people, who would’ve thought that he would have something for Annie? The girl he ratted out four years ago? Maybe Mikasa shouldn’t be as surprised as she was; something was majestic yet bewildering about these two.

Annie and Armin…

A match made in heaven, or hell, she couldn’t tell.

Mikasa deposited the equipment she was carrying in their designated place, before she turned around to look at Armin once again; he was in mid discussion with Reiner and an engineer standing beside them -she deemed that he was giving some sort of instructions for Reiner while using aid from that engineer- before they nodded at each other and separated paths, Reiner joining Jean and the rest, and that Engineer hurrying to write something down.

While Armin stood there for a second longer, glancing at the girl sitting by the water.

And Mikasa wanted to wipe off that expression on his face; a mixture of sadness, hopelessness, and straight up sickness in love. 

She looked back and forth between Armin and Annie, as if her glances alone would create a magnetic field between them and draw them together. She was determined to make it happen.

There was no guarantee what this night would lead them to, and Mikasa didn’t want Armin to live in regret. She wanted him to let out whatever he had in his mind, talk to Annie, and maybe spend a few minutes with her.

Maybe it wasn’t the best time for it, but there was a high chance that it was their last opportunity too.

Mikasa glanced one more time between them, before she walked up to Armin and put an arm on his shoulder: “Armin… I think you should see something…” 

Mikasa beckoned Armin away from the harbor, ignoring the fact that his cheeks were tinted with the slightest hue of pink. And with a questioning yet concerned look, Armin followed along Mikasa, unaware of her shooting a glance at Annie, accompanied with a wink.

They walked away from the plane and the others, and Armin didn’t complain or question it, because if Mikasa said there was something urgent, then he must follow up with her, even if she was taking him away from the task he was supposed to be involved in. One eye on the path in front of him, and the other one glancing at the blonde behind his back.

He kept glancing back at that girl’s figure, but she wasn’t looking back at him.

He turned his head, and watched his feet drag him behind Mikasa.

On their left was the ocean, a reflective mirror of the stars-adorned sky. On their right was a row of alleys divided by vacant buildings. Each alley a portal to an unpredictable darkness, an endless black that seemed to stretch on and on.

“There’s something that I think you should probably see, it’s… uh, important” Mikasa said after they had been walking for a few minutes. The flying boat was as big as a melon from their place, and Armin kept looking at it over his shoulder, as if the flying boat and everyone else could disappear at any second.

“Uh… Mikasa is everything ok?”

“Not really.”

“Oh…” Armin eyed his feet, “can you… tell me?”

“No.”

Armin was silent for a second. They don’t have any spare time to waste, and Mikasa is one step ahead of him, her feet steady and not hesitant. 

“I will not tell you,” Mikasa said, as she suddenly stopped, she swieveled her head to the right, staring down at a dark, abandoned alley, a swift smile pulled on her lips, “I will show you.”

She stepped into the alley, diving into it, until her dark silhouette was one with the darkness. The line of her black silky hair blending with dark-shadowed bricks of the narrow place.

Armin stood a bit longer outside, a sudden rush of loneliness sneaked into his veins, and he wasn’t sure what was going on, or what was yet to come. He glanced one more time at the flying boat, then beside it, only to notice that the small figure that he was watching earlier was nowhere to be seen. Armin sighed, straightened his shoulders, before he walked into the alley, his petite frame plunged into darkness.

A few alleys behind, a nervous girl was leaning against the wall, her heart racing in her chest; not only because she was sprinting just a second ago, but also because she didn’t believe that she was doing this.

She rubbed her head through her blond locks, trying to calm down her breathing. She wasn’t supposed to be nervous, there was nothing to be nervous about.

Yeah, there was nothing to be nervous about.

Inhale

Exhale 

She took one step towards the exit of the alley, but halted when she heard voices.

“Mikasa.... It’s been some time, are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

A beat of silence.

“Five more minutes.”

A very loud sigh.

“Mikasa we don’t have time…”

Annie swallowed, the sound of her gulping so loud, it deafened the ambiance.

She took a deep breath, not any longer sure if this was a good or a bad idea… she could just turn around and leave, and once Mikasa waits for too long, she’ll leave with Armin, make up some excuse, and that would be it…

A Hint of guilt weighed down at the bit of her stomach; Mikasa did all of this for her, despite it being too sudden and not discussed before, but that wink that Mikasa threw at Annie was enough explanation for Annie on what to do. 

She can’t do this, she doesn’t want to do this. After some thought, she decided that she’ll hide in this alley until Mikasa and Armin leave. She took two heavy steps deeper into the alley, encompassing herself within pitchblack darkness-

She heard sounds.

“Armin, I know, it’s ok…”

“Mikasa…?”

“I know it… it’s just…”

Annie heard shuffling, then footsteps, before Armin’s voice was heard once again.

“Hey hey Mikasa where are you going?”

“You just stay there for five more minutes, if nothing happens, get back to the flying boat.”

“Hey! You can’t just leave like that!”

Annie heard footsteps trying to catch up, then right at the exit of the alley, she saw Mikasa.

“Mikasa wait,” Armin’s voice rose again, and this time it was much more closer than before, and Annie instinctively tiptoed further down the alley, before she pushed her back against the wall.

“Wait, Mikasa.”

Annie watched as a hand held Mikasa from her wrist, halting her. Mikasa looked around, her glance towards Annie lingered a bit longer, even though Annie was sure she was immersed in the darkness and couldn’t be seen, but she still held her breath, and felt so stupid for doing so.

“Armin, trust me,” Mikasa said, a beat of stillness followed, before Armin let go of her, and retreated his steps. Mikasa glanced one last time at where Annie was hiding, before hastily rushing back to the flying boat.

Annie heard Armin sigh, then the echo of his steps as he walked back to the alley Mikasa told him to stay in.

Once his footsteps were out of earshot, Annie let out a breath that almost suffocated her lungs, and once again she was left in silence.

Annie slanted back against the brick wall, the jagged stone digging into her skin, her jaw clenching and her teeth gritting. She closed her eyes, tried to take a deep breath, but air was blocked halfway through her windpipe. She gave up on relaxing her nerves, so she opened her eyes, and stared at the far, dark sky, lit with those mesmerizing, marginal lights, twinkling on and off in harmony. 

Armin had his hands in his pockets, for the night was growing strangely cold, and he kept shifting his weight from one feet to the other, clicking his tongue, and trying to make these five minutes pass faster.

But they were going slow.

Excruciatingly slow.

After one minute, Armin debated the idea whether he should leave already. Nothing was happening, and probably nothing would.

But then, it got to his mind, that… well, if nothing was happening, and he had to spend these five minutes here anyway, then why shouldn’t he… maybe take them as a break…

But you don’t have time to waste.

Just five minutes and I’ll go back to them.

You could do many things in those five minutes.

Yes but I also can take a break.

You’re not taking a break.

I am! 

No, you’re overthinking, that’s not how breaks work.

But-

Just go back to work.

Armin sighed, kicked the heel of his foot at the wall, before he pushed himself off of it, and walked to the exit of the alley. However, something unexplainable made him stop, and some sort of an interior calling made him tilt his head up, his eyes gazing at the sky.

For a second, all the thoughts that were swarming his mind departed, and he was left alone in what felt like an endless moment of silence, an undisturbed stillness that he could get used to, with nothing to be worried about, with nothing crowding his head.

He found that, after all, he wanted to spend those five minutes -or whatever was left of them- in this stillness.

And he did, just looking up, gazing at each star for some time, before another star glistened brighter and caught his eye.

He didn’t connect shapes out of the stars’ order, nor did he think of anything. Strangely, he found each star to be an individual. Each one has its own space and its own way of shining, not more or less glamorous but just different.

And even when he tried to connect these together, he just couldn’t, each diamond was a thing of its own, and Armin found an incomprehensible satisfaction in it.

And the five minutes passed faster than he would like.

Armin realized that it was enough.

He started walking to the exit of the alley. A tiny bit of weight was left off his shoulders, and with every breath he took, his lungs were filled and the blood in his veins was pumping with renewed hope into his body.

This time, nothing was holding him back from going back to his task.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

And the moment he stepped foot outside the alley, he was startled to find out that he wasn’t alone.

“...Annie?”

~~~~~

A minute earlier, when Annie was debating whether or not she should go on with this unforeseen ‘plan’, she would’ve been grateful if the darkness swallowed her whole, just one big bite, vanishing from this world.

But she found her feet taking her to where Armin was, her mind detached from her body, and her legs grew their own set of brains, walking on their own.

The coldness of the night crawling under her skin, sending shivers down to the tips of her toes.

And after a suffocated exhale left her lungs, she was face to face with him.

The chilly, crisp night froze her in the spot. Her legs’ brains evaporated into nothing, and her mind took control, but it only screamed at her, telling her that she was an idiot for doing this, it was pointless and embarrassing and awkward-

“Armin,” she blurted his name out, barely recognizing her own voice.

“Yes, Annie,”

She was jealous of how steady his voice was, even though she emerged from the unexpected, but he was still composed, and she couldn’t help but think how their roles were switched at this moment; the flustered is galant, and the prosaic is fidgety.

“I… uh…” Annie was searching for anything to say, literally anything, but when she noticed the way the stars were reflected in his eyes, it was identical to when she was watching their reflection in the ocean, endless, limitless.

Armin tilted his head, beckoning her to continue, and all she got out was “do you have a moment?”

Armin looked right and left, as if he was checking if Annie was alone or not, but Annie misinterpreted that he was in a rush and was searching for an excuse to reject her question. Out of defence, she took a step back and held a hand against her chest: “It’s ok nevermind you’re obviously busy, nevermind really, I’m sorry, I’ll just head back-”

“Annie,” Armin reached out for her hand, letting the tips of his fingers touch it, not strong enough to hold it, but enough to catch her attention, “yes, I do have a moment.”

Annie’s eyes widened, and involuntary, her hand flinched away from his, and she immediately regretted it when a flash of disappointment and bewilderment crossed Armin’s face. She didn’t understand why she had such a reaction, however, Armin smiled, half a smile, but still a smile nonetheless, and asked what she was doing here.

“I was looking for you.”

Armin wondered Annie’s face, and for a fleeting second, he wanted to ask how she, out of all places, came to look for him there, but the way Annie was avoiding his eyes made him stop. Instead, he said: “Yeah, I mean…” What was he trying to say?

“I just wanted to, um, tell you something,” Annie continued, not waiting for Armin to finish his thought. He was still for a second, but that second stretched into a longer pause.

Annie shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her arms crossing, rubbing up and down her biceps, before she cleared her throat and said, shaking her head: “You know you really don’t have to wait any longer,” she took a step backwards, “I’m sorry, I won’t hold you back any longer-”

“No no wait!” Armin reached for her for the second time, and he cursed himself for making this awkward for both of them, his hand froze mid way, stretching to touch her wrist, “I think I need a word with you too.”

A beat of silence.

Annie let her hand fall by her side. She opened her mouth to say something, but she ended up only nodding her head twice.

And then, both of them were leaning against the building, watching the dark horizon, and a bright, fluorescent spot of luminous light far from them, where the others were in the midst of getting the flying boat ready. Annie’s hand crossing her chest, and Armin’s were in his pockets.

Armin realized that Annie won’t start any kind of conversation, so he kicked the heel of his foot once against the wall, before he cleared his throat, glanced at Annie and started: “I’m sorry.”

Annie swiveled her head towards him, her eyebrows furrowed, uncertain if she heard correctly. She tilted her head questionably to the side.

“Um…” Armin licked his lips, “about earlier, in the storage room, I was… somewhat… all over the place.”

Annie’s mouth shaped in an O, recalling what he was talking about. She blinked once, twice, before she said: “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Armin chuckled and scratched the nape of his neck: “Well, I just… I thought I probably should.”

Annie hummed, not knowing how to respond to that, and her mind already at the next destination; to commence what she was here for in the first place. She took in a silent, shaky breath: “Armin.”

In response, Armin looked at her.

And she was, again, under the spell of his eyes, his blue eyes, that were a darker shade of blue in the darkness of the night. A part of her wondered if he was aware of what his eyes do to her, how they hypnotized her in an endless loop, a trance that she was cloistered within.

She wasn’t aware that he was as lost in her eyes as she was in his.

Annie looked to the side, breaking the spell, a cold wave washing over her chest, as if calling out Armin’s name drained her of all the courage that she had a minute ago, she inhaled, exhaled, and decided to just get over with it.

“I’m not coming with you.” She said.

Silence. 

“I don’t wanna fight, I don’t want to go on the flying boat.”

“Oh..” Armin couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice, he was, in fact, counting on her; Annie was irreplaceable.

“It’s… it’s not what you’re thinking,” Annie looked at him, “it’s not that I don’t believe in the plan, there are no other plans anyway, but... it’s me, I’ve had enough of fighting.”

“Annie…”

“And I’m sick of doing this, and I can’t find a reason to shed blood anymore,”

“Annie.”

“And I don’t know if this is the right thing to do or not, but I just…”

Armin put his hand on her shoulders, and Annie’s breath caught in her throat. For a split second, she forgot what she was saying, before she shook her head and caught back on from where she left: “I want to live the rest of my life in peace.”

She watched his face, waiting for him to leave, to walk away and leave her alone by herself, to tell her that she chickened out at the last moment, that she disappointed him.

But he didn’t.

He put his other hand on her shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes, and with a sad smile in his voice, he said: “You don’t have to explain yourself, it’s fine, I understand,” his hand traveled from her shoulder, up until it caressed her cheeks.

And Annie didn’t flinch back, nor did she react in any way. Time and space stopped, and she was suspended mid air, warm wind thrashing all over her body. She glanced at his hands, wondering how this simple gesture made heat tingle her skin, and she was warm warm.

Annie sighed, her shoulders slumped, and not until then did she realize the tension that was pressing between her shoulders and her tensed neck.

“I wish I could not fight either,” Armin’s hands dropped, and he glanced at his feet, before he turned his eyes back to her, “I really wish so, but… I have no choice, my case is… different than yours.”

Annie eyed Armin’s face, his eyes dropping down at the corners, maybe he was tired, but most likely thinking of how he’s gonna face Eren with Mikasa and the others drained him of energy. She wondered if he was going to break down again, and imagined herself holding his weight within her arms again, running her fingers through his hair, and telling him that everything will be ok, that it will all be over soon.

Lies lies lies.

But they sounded good enough that they would believe them.

Annie swallowed, before she took a step closer to Armin.

He tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows barely rising, but then warmth engulfed Armin’s hand, and when he looked down, he saw Annie’s fingers holding his, her grip around his palm is firm yet soft, and he kept observing her, until he felt something warm slip around his finger.

His eyelids flickered in confused blinks. He locked wide eyes with Annie’s soft ones, whose eyebrows were furrowed together, her cheeks red even in the dark of the night, a strand of hair curtaining her forehead.

Annie let go of Armin’s hand, and he lift it up to sight’s level-

A shiny, silver ring was on his finger.

Armin flipped his hand over and over, inspecting the ring skeptically. His brain was suddenly clogged with thoughts and he was no longer sure what just happened.

“It’s,,, not much,” Annie said, her eyes at the ground, watching her feet and Armin’s, “but since I’m no longer fighting… you will need it more than I do.”

Armin's mouth opened and closed several times, before he took off the ring - Annie’s infamous ring- and held it on his palm as if it was fragile glass, he frantically said: “Annie no, I mean thanks but no, this is something from your father, it could be the only thing… I can’t take it, I can’t.”

“Can’t you just shut up for a second!” Annie bursted and Armin’s eyes widened, because her face was even redder than a second before, and her fists were clenched by her side and… 

“I know, ok? I KNOW, I know this ring is… it means a lot to me, it has done many things… and I just… I…” 

And Armin stood there, watching as Annie was trying to combine two words together to make a sentence, but failing again and again and again, and Armin, through her intangible tirade, understood what she’s trying to say; she wanted to contribute in some way. She’s not completely forgiving herself to leave them behind…

Annie was still looking down, so he put a finger under her chin, tilting it up, and without thinking about it,  he leaned closer, his eyelids fluttering closed, until he felt the warmth of her lips on his, soft and tightly closed together. He lingered for a second, before he pulled away, his eyes opening, meeting her vastly-opened ones.

“I get what you mean,” he whispered, his mind still not catching up on the fact that he just kissed Annie, and that he probably fucked up because she was frozen in her place, “Annie, I get what you mean…” and he leaned forward again, his forehead resting against hers. He heard Annie’s sharp inhale, and a marginal part at the back of his mind was shocked at how he himself was this… something.

Just a few hours ago, his face was flaming hot when he told her that he just wanted to see her…

“Annie…” he whispered her name, and his own voice sounded like it was miles away, but close and deafening loud at the same time. He felt as if he was soaring up with the clouds or maybe a hundred feet under water.

Annie swallowed, her mind fuzzy and her breath erratic. She couldn’t decide if Armin actually just kissed her. His lips felt like a feather against hers, and her stomach did flips and her skin was on fire, and she hated that all of this was because of a kiss, just one simple kiss.

She watched Armin’s eyes, only inches away from her own, his eyelids half lidded and he seemed as if he was in a trance. She liked the warmth from his forehead touching hers, his breath warm on her face. She rubbed their foreheads together, a smile pulled on his lips.

She found herself mirroring that smile.

Her heart was calming down in her chest, blood was flooding back to her legs and she felt like she could finally move, so she reached for Armin’s hand, and took the ring, slipping it once again on his finger, her movement indicating finality, and that everything was settled, Armin was not leaving without her ring, he was leaving with a piece of herself.

Armin smiled at the ring on his finger, and for some reason, it was satisfying to see it around his finger, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but it was pleasing. He looked again at Annie, and in that moment, he realized something deep down inside him, something that he couldn’t find in anyone but Annie, something she was the only one who could make him feel.

And he leaned once again, meeting Annie’s lips in the middle.

His arms around her frame, and her hands on his shoulders, their embrace is getting tighter, their lips moving together. Shy, inexperienced pecks, their jaws moving in sync, lips connecting over and over and over again.

Each kiss ignited a candle in them, sending shivers rolling on their skin. Experiencing something new, exciting, but timid and intimate.

The sheepish kisses grew bolder.

Armin’s hand on Annie’s back started to roam, and her toes curled in her leather shoes, heat igniting in her chest. Something was bubbling in her stomach, a pleasing sense of bubbling, and she only kissed him harder, her kisses becoming short but harsh. He was taken aback first, but then returned her actions with similar passion. Her hand tracing his neck, up and down, until they tangled in his hair, while the other hand wandered to his cheek, cupping it gently, contrasting her bruising kisses.

Her fingers left fire in their trail, and his skin was hot and warm and he needed to take a breath but couldn’t pull himself back, away from her, away from her embrace, away from this feeling.

And it was her, she was the one who made him feel this way. He didn’t understand why, he didn’t get how a human could make another human feel this kind of way, that everything is gonna be alright, gives each other a reason to be alive. He wondered if he was made just to be in this moment, that his purpose of living is to be here, in her arms, with his frame pressed against her, feeling every curve and dip of her body against his own.

Both fitting each other perfectly, like two right pieces of a puzzle.

And soon they found themselves sneaking into the alleyway, far from any scrutinizing eyes, just him and her, focused on each other, hands running over each other's bodies, touching whatever they can with clothes as a barrier between them.

The narrow place was getting hotter, unbearably warm.

In that moment, even if it was a bubble of unrealistic-wishes, they felt like they were normal teenagers. Just a girl and a boy in love and doing what teenagers do. It was a desire that they longed for, but it was so far from their reach.

Armin pulled away with a gasp, his embrace around Annie tighter. He traced kisses along Annie’s jaw, then he dipped his head, and placed kisses on her neck.

She tugged at his hair, pulling their bodies even closer. Her mouth opened in a silent moan, as he nipped at her skin.

She wished she could stay here forever, only this moment, him and her, tangled together.

Armin wondered how things would’ve been if Annie didn’t crystalize herself for four years.

He wondered how things would’ve been if he didn’t tell on Annie, was it impossible if he found another way to solve that? Any other way? 

Armin didn’t blame Annie for betraying them, because she didn’t, she was never on their side to betray them from the first place.

She just wanted to go back home to her father, to compensate for all those lost years and live a normal life. And if Armin’s grandpa was still alive, Armin knew that he could do the impossible to be with him, to live the rest of his life in happiness with him.

“Armin…” she whispered his name, his hands and lips stopped their movements, and he opened his eyes.

Her hands reached for his cheeks, rubbing them, before she whispered, her voice out of breath: “Why are you crying?” 

At first Armin didn’t understand what she was referring to, not until his eyes got blurry. His hands wiped at his eyes; they were wet.

He stared confused at his hand, he didn’t know when he started crying, but after he was aware of it, his throat tightened, and more tears spilled from his eyes, however, no sounds left his mouth.

When he looked back at Annie, she had tears in her eyes too…

His hand wiped her tears, and she did the same to him.

Maybe they realized that this all was for nothing.

That it was already too late…

Their future in the next few hours was uncertain, and no one knew the end of it, or if it would end in the first place.

Annie’s chest tightened on her lungs, she was losing her breath, her exhales coming out as erratic blows of air, her eyes stinging, and she cursed herself, for this one moment, this one moment of peace had to be ruined by an avalanche of hopelessness, leaving her cold. She held Armin’s shoulders, and tried to clear her blurry sight, to look at his face, and memorize it forever, engrave it on her mind, so it stays in her memory for the rest of her days.

And he was doing the same, he brushed hair out of her face, and he wished he could always remember how soft it felt between his fingers, like a piece of the clouds, or at least this is what he imagined. Her eyes so blue like an ocean under the afternoon’s sun.

He wanted to wipe away that sad pout she had on her face, because he didn’t want this one special moment to go to waste, so he leaned down and kissed the pout away, a gentle kiss, long enough until he felt her lips relax against his and her arms once again wrapping around his neck.

Then Armin pulled away, looked in her eyes, before he whispered: “Thank you, Annie.”

“You better take care of the ring, and you better bring it back.”

He threw his head back and chuckled, then he cupped her cheeks, and said once again, this time his voice is clear and firm: “Thank you, Annie.”

Annie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Thank you,” he kissed her eyebrows, “for,” then kissed her nose, “not,” a kiss on her cheek, “giving up,” and he ended his route with a kiss on her forehead.

Annie stood there, looking in Armin’s blue eyes, perplexed, not knowing how to react or what to say, her cheeks were heating up, and she would appreciate cold water to be splashed at her face.

So she wrapped her arms around Armin, and buried her face in his neck, as his hands wrapped around her frame. They stood in each other’s embrace, wishing that they could stay like that forever, but eventually, they had to let go, and Armin had to head back.

With one final kiss, they were separated from each other.

Annie watched him walk away, every few steps he would glance back at her, with a sad smile on his face, before he turned to look at her one last time, he waved, then turned and kept walking, not glancing back anymore.

Annie was glad no one was around her, she certainly didn’t like to be seen while she was crying.

She watched the blurry reflection of the stars in the ocean, and closed her eyes. She wanted to sleep and wake up when all of this was over, but that was impossible, and if she wanted to be over with it, then she had to go through it, with all its pain and beauty, with all its ups and downs, she had to go through it, to fight through it, to get her peaceful life, the life she always longed for.

Annie ran her finger over where the ring used to be. Despite the tears, a small smile pulled at her lips, as she felt the smooth skin of her finger instead of a steel circular metal, her smile growing wider as she pictured that ring on Armin’s finger.

And at the flying boat, where everyone was rushing with tools and equipment, sometimes Armin would find himself staring at the ring, recalling Annie’s soft touch on his hand, his lips on hers, then when he’s awaken from his daydreaming, he would frantically look around as if he was caught red handed, to find that the only one who noticed his little blackout was no other than Mikasa, with a small smile on her face.

He would look away and busy himself with anything.

Soon afterwards, the sun creeped from behind the ocean, coloring the water with soft streaks of orange and pink, the sky was clear with no clouds, and it was a peaceful day so far, unfair to be this serene for what was yet to come.

And when everything was ready, and it was decided that Annie wouldn’t go along with them, she was trying so hard to avoid any sort of emotional moment with Armin, she wasn’t ready to let him go, but that didn’t matter, because he was leaving anyway.

So, she waved goodbye to everyone, her eyes lingering on Armin for a long second, his eyes weren’t shiny as they used to be. She ignored the feelings that started to inflate in her chest, turning away, walking as fast as she could from all of that.

And now she is leaning against the railing of the ship, seagulls cooing over her head, the blue sky adorned with spontaneous puffs of white cloud.

Peace...

She traced her ring finger, as she observes the ocean and the sky, wondering if he was still alive, wondering if he’ll keep his promise and come back with her ring…

And Annie waits.

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Well, I hope you enjoyed this!!

 I kinda projected my life into this fic… I mean, the past year wasn’t the best, and life isn’t going easy on me, and… it’s something that I kinda struggle with, which is opening up to others.

Idk why, but I can’t just talk to others about what’s actually troubling me, most likely because I feel they won’t understand anyway, and another part of me doesn’t wanna annoy anyone. I don’t wanna bother, I don’t wanna complain.

And I kept all of that in me until I exploded a few weeks ago, I didn’t leave my bed for weeks, feeling like everything I do is worthless, and that there’s no point in trying.

Suddenly I’m no longer doing any hobbies, I’m no longer reading or writing, and everything is so gloomy and I can’t enjoy anything…

And… I’m certainly doing better now, I’m back at writing (not as much as I’d like, but better than nothing) and I’m reading again…

I didn’t open up to anyone, and I kept it all inside.

And that was wrong, I wished I talked to someone, anyone, but I didn’t… 

This rant is getting too long, it’s 5am and I don’t even know what I’m saying…

BUT

I just wanna say… you guys should take care of yourselves, please, find someone that you can talk to, someone you can open up to, and trust me, everything would be much more easier.

These are hard times and it’s unfair that we have to go through all of this, but… we’re stronger than this, and we’ll continue, and we’ll tell tales of how we survived a very hard time and that we were victorious.

It’s not easy, I know, but we can manage.

Ok that’s it… I usually don’t share personal feelings on any social media but I realized that a lot of people are going through exactly what I’m struggling with… and I wanted them to know that they’re not alone.

Thank you guys so much for reading, I appreciate it

OH AND ONE LAST THING 

I was thinking about taking requests, just so I can get back at writing, soooo if you guys have any ideas or prompts, please leave them in the comments or ask me on tumblr 

I WOULD LOVE TO

OK THAT’S IT LOVELIES

HAVE A GOOD DAAAYY

[otome-on-the-side]

Heavy spoilers for both Diavolo’s Enchanted Pudding Devilgram & for a good chunk of om season 2 (aka chapters 21-30ish?) 

Pairing: Diavolo/GN!reader

Genre: Angst, with a horny undercurrent?? 

TWs & Tropes: aphrodisiacs, pining, possessive behavior    

Diavolo wanted to weep, you smelled so utterly enticing.

How in devildom was he supposed to keep his hands to himself when you leaned against him like that?

Stashing you in his room had seemed like a brilliant idea in the moment, but as the hours passed and you grew tired, the more he wanted to kick himself. 

The feeling only intensified when you drifted off, your unconscious body leaning into his side, the book you were reading as he read through contract requests forgotten.  

Gripping your shoulders, he laid you down gently across the couch, vacating the space he had once occupied. 

Naughty human, temping him like this.

You were his exchange student, yes, but you weren’t his-

He needed to stop leaning over you, but he couldn’t go anywhere in the room without that damned smell following him.

He consoled himself that the pheromone the lunatic pudding was making you sweat would likely over power anything he could do.

Anything that he could live with anyway.

The nearly overwhelming urge to sob returned as he rubbed his cheek against one side of your neck, before scenting the remaining side with his other cheek.

His instincts screamed and clawed at his heart as he backed away, gently taking the tome from your hands before he tugged his comforter from his own bed and wrapped you up in it. 

The sight of you tucked in and cozy with it eased the heart ache a little.

He’d slowly fallen for you during your first year in the devildom, but he’d thought he could handle it. It helped when he had to be stern, upholding the power of the role he was born to, or setting precedence for meetings, when you had returned again.

It had been... cathartic, venting a small part of what distressed him when the whole of R.A.D. had gone twisty from one of Leviathan’s game devices. 

He told himself it was cathartic again when he confessed to you through the princess in Simeon’s play rehearsal, but the jagged pain in his chest when he remembered your short, awkward conversation with him after the scene was far too sharp to take any comfort in the memory.   

It hurt, having it shoved in his face over and over again how close you could be, but the disastrous outcomes of if you came too close.

Even now a part of him screamed to lock his bedroom door and throw away the key, that you were so close, if he just took this chance-

Which is something he’d never do. He couldn’t stand to break Lucifer’s heart like that.

Nor would he inflict the havoc his wronged brothers would unleash upon the devildom.

Speaking of whom, he’d likely hear a great deal of bellyaching after this incident; his harsh spell work might’ve felt a little cruel at the time, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. 

Not when you’d so flawlessly used your pacts to keep them still, and looked to him with so much trust, after he’d been the one to cause this mess.  

He probably could have relinquished you into Lucifer’s care, but- 

You had willingly followed him back to his castle, willing to let him make amends for his mistake and keep you safe while you were effectively demon-nip. 

And while he wouldn’t succumb to his baser instincts- chaining you to his headboard as he lavished you with presents and affection, showing you how well he could provide and care for you during your short lifespan- he would indulge himself in keeping you company for these torturous 24 hours. 

[vanillafrog]

Yes, Doctor

Pairing: Whiskey x Reader (AFAB Reader)

Summary: You have had a strong attraction to your dentist, Dr Jack Daniels, for years. Now is when finally make a move and what happens exceeds your expectations. 

Word Count: 2,673 

Warnings: smut!! unprotected sex, PinV, public?, doctor (dentist) kink, hat kink sort of, creampie, oral (f receiving), dentist!au, dirty talk

A/N: we were goofing off in the discord and dentist!Whiskey came out of it so of course I had to live write a whole fan fiction

Most hated going to the dentist. not that you could really blame them. The sterile environment and gleaming medical supplies were quite terrifying but yet here you were with another purposeful cavity. You just had to see him.

Dr Jack Daniels or as he is called by his peers, Whiskey

Whiskey was a cowboy who truly didn't know how to quit. He seemed to always wear a turtle neck under his lab coat and always smell of, well, whiskey and something else equally intoxicating.

He had been your dentist for a handful of years now even though you had moved a good distance away. There just wasn’t any other dentist who could ever make you feel as safe in their care as he did

Whether he was talking to you in his alluring country accent, moving his skilled hands over his tools or just looking at you with those deep eyes, he was safe. Even if he was older. Even if he probably wasn't as interested in you as you were him. He was it. He ruined every other man for you and you barely saw each other pass the yearly checkups and call backs.

This time, however, you had a plan. If it went wrong, that was fine, you would just pack up and go to another dentist closer to home. If it did work, well hopefully you were going to walk out the office with a limp and a cleaner smile.

You wore your most confident outfit. One that showed off your best assets but didn't make you feel like cowering under his intense stare. It was show time.

Walking in, the receptionist examined you and sighed. It was like she knew what your plan was before you even did. Then again, it wasn't like you were going to be the first person to try to seduce Whiskey. A man that attractive probably had clientele who came to him particularly for his looks.

The wait for your appointment was longer than usual but that was fine. Watching the news helped ease your nerves for the mean time. Let you pretend that you were just having a normal cavity fill in and that you definitely weren't planning on fucking your dentist in the dental chair.

A call of your name pulled you from your thoughts. In the entrance way to the back stood Whiskey. He filled up the door way with his board shoulders that flared inwards into his tight waist. His mustache was perfectly groomed as always.

He smiled at you as you made your way to him, eyes quickly roaming your figure. “It's always great to see you sugar," he said as he ushered you towards his work space. “Though, I have to say you might just be a little too sweet." he flashed a smirk with a wink over his shoulder to you. “So sweet you give yourself cavities."

His work space was the usual dentist set up, the desk by the entrance, the chair in the middle and the fluorescent lights that were bright enough to give the sun a run for its money. Yet, he had his own little knick knacks that made it his own.

A coat rack in the corner that held his leather jacket (that you have yet to actual see him wear but desperately need to) as well as his cowboy hat. there were some pictures on the wall from normal dentist mumbo jumbo to more western themed pictures. the man was definitely dedicated to his aesthetic.

“Okay honey, hold right on to that chair and i'll be right back.” Whiskey's eyes took in your appearance once more before walking out the door. the chair was as uncomfortable as another other. just a hard plastic thing with little to know cushioning but it would do what you needed it for.

With a deep breath, you sat back onto the chair, lifting your legs onto the edge but allowing them to be spread allowing the perfect view for Whiskey when he walked into the door.

Was the plan overly risky? Yes. Was there a possibility that someone else could see you? Most definitely. But there was no time to argue the logistics of your half assed plans when the throbbing in your cunt only intensified when you first laid eyes on the cowboy.

You moved to unbutton your jeans before your eyes moved back towards the corner. his hat. without a moment of thought you got up to get it, laying it on top your head before repositioning yourself on the chair.

With unbuttoned jeans, you shoved your hand into your jeans then underwear, slowly teasing your clit with your fingers while keeping your lust filled eyes on the doorway. Please don't let anyone else see this. You begged to whatever god was listening. Though if god were real, he wouldn't exactly approve of your actions right now.

The moments rolled by, the light pressure on your clit was driving you closer to release. Maybe it was how scandalous this all was that was making you all hot and bothered. Maybe it was Whiskey's hat on your head that smelled so strongly of him. Who knows? Didn't matter the moment he stepped into the doorway, file in hand.

Whiskey froze. Eyes widening as lips parted. His eyes danced back and forth between your hidden hand and his hat. It was like he didn't know which was more gorgeous to see. “Jack,” you whimpered pulling him out of his trance.

He threw the file on to his desk, slamming the door behind him and barely giving any thought into locking it. “Well aren't you just looking all pretty sitting there on my chair wearing my hat." His grin was downright feral making you whine.

“Jack please.”

“What do you want honey? You want to cum?" He stood as the edge of the chair, right out of reach. You nodded your head, increasing the pressure and speed on your clit. “Then make yourself cum. Be a good girl and I’ll lick that pretty pussy clean.” Shit, you didn't expect this exact scenario but damn was it hotter than what you originally thought of.

He tilted his head toward the side while he watched your chest increase speed as you got closer to orgasm. “Shit sugar if i had known you wanted my cock so badly I would've given it to your years ago." He kneeled onto the chair, pressing his hands on either sides of your hips so he wasn't touching you but your faces were close enough together that if you just moved an inch, you would get to kiss those lush lips that plagued your thoughts.

“Don't be shy baby, cum for me.” And sure enough, his deep drawl pushed you over the edge. A loud moan had started to make its way out of your mouth before his hand shot up to grab your throat and pull your mouth towards his, suppressing the noise. He devoured your lips like it was his last meal while on death row.

It was hard and pressing but so right that you didn’t want it to stop. You didn't even notice that you moved your hairs until you were tugging his hair to pull his body even closer towards yours. He growled, fucking growled. And if that sound alone didn't reignite the flame inside you then his next actions would've burned you alive.

He abruptly pulled around, grabbing your legs and forcing you to lay half on the chair while your body half was held up by him. “You want me, baby?" You nodded while trying to push your hips towards his making him slap your jean covered thigh. “Use your fucking words, baby."

“Yes yes please, need it so bad.” You barely sounded like yourself, voice high pitched and whiny but who gave a shit when this literal embodiment of walking sex practically ripped your pants and panties down your legs like they offended him. He didn't even bother acting kindly towards your shoes or socks, just throwing them to the side with your clothes before biting your bare ankle.

A low moan escaped your lips as he began to trail kisses up your calf while lowering himself to the ground. His mustache tickled the inside of your leg making you squirm. “Keep moving-" he mumbled in your leg, sucking a large hickey on the inside of your thigh. “And i won't tongue fuck your cunt." He bit down. “And i've been dreaming of how you taste for so long so don't break my fucking heart baby."

You stayed as still as you could as he got to your glistening folds. His dark eyes took in how wet you were for him and he groaned. “Shit.” He settled one leg onto his shoulder and the other pushed off to the side, giving him the prefect view. “This all for me?"

“Jack please." He smacked your thigh, his hand rubbing away the heat of it as though it was second nature to soothe. “It's fucking doctor to you, do you understand?" You nodded quickly

“Yes doctor." He nosed at your pubic bone, so close to where you need him.

“Tell your doctor what the problem is.” His warm breath hitting your cunt making your hips twitch.

“I need- I need you so bad,” you stammered.

“I’m already here, baby.” He moved towards the junction of your hip and thigh, sucking marks into it. Whiskey was going to make sure you walked out of here with a reminder of who owns you.

“Doctor please.” He bit down harshly, a warning. “Need your mouth, please.” He grinned into your skin before finally enveloping your heat with his mouth.

You bucked up into him, forcing him to lay one arm over you to keep you where he wanted. “You taste better than any of the finest nectar god could ever make.” His tongue circled your clit as a finger teased your entrance. You could barely hear anything pass the blood pumping in your ears as he pushed a thick finger into you.

You clenched around him trying to get used to the intrusion. It's been years since you've been with anyone. You weren't lying when you said Whiskey had ruined any other person for you. He pulled back to look at how your pussy looked wrapped around his finger. He couldn’t help but add another and groan.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot.” He curled upwards, finding your g-spot making your back arch and your breath to hitch. “Your’e gonna feel so damn good around me." He latched onto your clit again, sucking harshly while starting to pound you with his fingers.

“Need you to cum again.” He swirled his tongue. “Need you to cum again for me, pretty girl." It was like his life mission was to pull you apart. He worked you over bringing you right to the edge, just teetering there. “Cum for your doctor, sweet girl." And there were the magic words that pushed you over, screaming his name and some expletives. Whiskey didn't even bother trying to smother your noises this time.

Working you through your orgasm, he pulled away and looked at your hazy eyes. He couldn't help to smile. He was proud of being able to wreck you and he planned on doing it again and again, as many times as you would allow him.

Your mind cleared up as he moved to unbuckle his belt that you just realized was a flask. At any other time you would probably laugh at it but with his hands pushing down his jeans and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, your mind was only able to produce one thought. You wanted him to fuck your mouth.

You reached out and caressed him. He moaned out loud, grabbing your wrist to pull you away. “Baby as much as I wanna see your pretty lips on me as I mark your throat, we'll have to do that next time." He placed a gentle kiss on your lips making your heart soar. Next time. “I still have to fill in your cavity after I fill up your pretty cunt." He pushed you to lay back down while stroking his hard cock.

“Shit baby I don't-" You cut off his worrying with a simple whiney "safe" while wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him towards you. The groan he let out as his dick rubbed your wet pussy was definitely what was sending you to hell but it was more than worth it to feel him run himself along your cunt, gathering your juices.

He pushed in and fuck fuck fuck. He was so thick. It felt as though he was splitting you in half. Whiskey waited a moment as he saw you struggling to take his length. He rubbed your stomach, helping your relax around him. Once he felt you loosen up around him, he pushed the rest of himself into you with a low "shit" that came out so deep you felt in vibrate in your chest.

He filled you to the brim. There was no one that would ever make you feel as whole as Whiskey did at this moment. He leaned over you, covering you half naked body with his fully clothed on. That's when he began to move. Slow at first, letting you feel every vein and ridge of him.

“Baby girl,” his eyes glued to yours. “You fit me so well.” He began to snap his hips harder, making your claw at his lab coat. “Fucking made to be filled by me, to be fucked by me."

His lips smashed onto yours, clacking teeth together as he owned your mouth the same way he was owning your pussy. “You like this huh?" He pulled back, forcing your legs onto his shoulders. “You like being fucked by your dentist while you wear his hat?" His hand moved between your thighs, finding your bundle of nerves with precision. “Shit when I-“ You tightened around him and he groaned.” When i walked in and you were were wearing my fucking hat and touching yourself," he pushed his hips in an upwards angle making him hit your g spot. You were chanting his names while clawing at his seat.

“I got so fucking hard for you. You feel how hard you made me. All. The. Fucking. Time." He pronounced each word with a harsh slap of his hips against yours. You whined. “Getting close, sugar?" You arched your back up, trying to move your hips as much as you could to help push him inside you. He chuckled. “Soak my cock baby, make me yours."

The power this man had was unbelievable. You came harder than the previous two times. It was like heaven's gates crashed down onto you. He continued to thrust into you, grabbing your hips with both of his large hands. “Can't wait to fill you up, can't wait to see you dripping with my cum." You gasped out a "please" making him still in you and throb. Ropes of his cum coated your walls as his hold on your hips was tight enough to bruise but none of that was as important as how beautiful he looked cumming.

His plush lips in an O shape as his eyebrows knitted together and his Adam's apple bobbed with the moan he let out before moving forward and leaning over you, still inside.

You both stayed like that for awhile, catching your breath. He moved his lips to brush yours. “If you wanted a free toothbrush, you could've just asked baby."

You laughed loudly as he nuzzled your neck. Whiskey pulled out making you both wince. His eyes glued to the apex of your thighs, watching as his cum dripped out of you.

“After this appointment, we're going back to my place for round two baby." You smiled at him as he tucked himself back into your pants and grabbed yours.

“Yes, doctor."

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Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Chapter 6

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 3.5k

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Henry is living on cloud nine. After that kiss Olivia and he shared, he had been over at her place for three days straight, as Vanessa was getting over her ear infection. He spend so much time with the little girl, that he misses her greatly when she is not with him.

The moment Olivia came home, were such happy moments, filled with joy. He’d watch Vanessa hug her mom and then that same mother, the same woman he is growing so attached to, walks over to him, to give him a kiss on top of his head.

This is what he wanted. He wanted a family and being with Olivia and Vanessa, makes him feel like he is part of their family. He realizes of course that he is so insanely privileged to be part of that. Part of what they had for six, almost seven years.

It’s been a week since that kiss and a lot has changed again. Vanessa is already going back to school (guess a gauze filled with onions really work) and he isn’t staying over anymore, not wanting to overstay his welcome.

Henry leans back against the drivers seat of his car, waiting for Olivia to walk out of the clinic. Kal whimpers, as if he understands that Olivia will be joining them shortly. Or he recognizes the clinic and weirdly enough really likes it there.

Olivia walks out of the door, while she pulls out her hair tie, letting her long luscious locks fall on her shoulders. She notices his car, smiles widely and rushes towards the car. When she opens the door, she peeks her head in and asks: ‘Excuse me, sir, who allowed you to be this handsome?’

Henry can’t help but laugh.

Olivia gets in and when the door shuts behind her, she leans over to give him a kiss. Kissing her has been one of the highlights of his day. He never imagined that he would fall in love with someone this hard and this fast, but with Olivia, he can’t help himself. It doesn’t even feel forced or awkward. It feels like they’ve known each other for so long.

Yesterday he called his mother, telling her about the greatest woman he had ever met, but his mother didn’t gave him the time to mention that Olivia came with a wonderful kid. Well, he’ll tell her later then.

Right now he is just happy that Olivia is here with him again. He places his hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing her soft skin as he deepens the kiss. ‘I missed you,’ he mumbles against her soft lips.

The days that she has to go to work and Vanessa is at school, pass by so intensely slow. He takes Kal on the longest walks, he plays some videogames, tries to perfect his cooking skills, but time never goes by as fast as it does when he is with them. Thankfully, after this week, Vanessa will be on her autumn break and even Olivia has some days off.

He can’t wait to spend it just with them.

‘I missed you too,’ she whispers. ‘And as much as I would love to kiss you more, we have to pick Vanessa up.’

‘Right,’ he smiles. He can’t help but steal one more kiss from the woman he can’t get enough from and while he drives off, Olivia can give her full attention to the loyal canine in the back of the car.

‘What is that?’ Olivia asks.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Is that a carseat?’

He blushes, but realizes that she would find out about it sooner or later. Henry clears his throat, before he admits: ‘Yes, I bought it this morning. Figured if we’re going to make a habit out of this, I should be able to take Vanessa safely with me.’

He knows that Olivia doesn’t have a car, simply because she can’t afford it. She told him earlier this week, that she only had a carseat when Vanessa was a baby, because Belle would drive them from time to time. But now Vanessa is older and is perfectly capable of walking and taking the bus with Olivia.

‘Henry, really?’ she asks and he doesn’t know if it’s from disbelieve, gratefulness or annoyance. ‘You bought her a carseat…’ She places a hand on his arm. ‘That is so sweet, you keep amazing me, you know that?’

His blush is intensifying at an alarming speed. ‘It’s nothing, really.’

‘Don’t say something like that,’ she tells him. ‘It’s not nothing, this is everything. You are honestly the greatest guy to come across my path. In these past week you’ve done more for her than her real dad or family for that matter. This is really quite something.’

Henry places a hand on her thigh and continues to drive to Vanessa’s school, but he can’t stop beaming after what she just told him.

He thought about them and how maybe it was faith that he gave Kal the kind of kibble that made him throw up and Henry panic. Maybe it was faith that Olivia was on call. Maybe it was faith that she brought Vanessa with him, because not only did Olivia steal his heart, Vanessa took it and ran away with it, never intending on giving it back.

It’s still beyond him how these two ladies are part of his life now.

He parks the car at the school and while Olivia is planning on getting out, he is staying seated. ‘What are you doing?’ she asks, visibly confused.

‘I’m waiting for you and Vanessa.’

‘No, no, no,’ she says to him, ‘you are coming with me.’

‘But what if someone recognizes me?’

Her eyes soften a bit. He told her all about his thoughts about a further career as an actor, as someone in the spotlights. She knows about how much he doesn’t like it to be recognized. He wants to be left alone from time to time, especially if he is with Vanessa and Olivia. ‘You’re wearing a cap,’ she says. ‘Just keep your head a bit low and stay close. Please, Vanessa would love it to see you there.’

‘Is it not a bit too soon?’ he asks. ‘We’ve been only dating for a week and this…’ What the hell is he talking about? ‘You know, forget I said that. I’m coming with you. Kal, buddy, we’ll be right back.’

‘That’s the spirit,’ Olivia laughs as she gets out and she closes the door behind her.

Henry adjusts his cap and walks next to Olivia to the school yard, waiting for the bell to ring. Because of Olivia’s personality, he always forgets how petite she is, especially when she stands next to him.

‘Olivia,’ he says and she looks up. ‘Why are these women staring at us?’

She glances over her shoulder and growls something under her breath. ‘Those are the perfect housewives, with their perfect kids and perfect husbands,’ she says, her brows furrowing. ‘They are probably in shock that I brought some male company with me.’

Henry can’t help but chuckle, as he looks at the feisty woman next to him. He gently places a hand on her shoulder, maybe because he feels like he needs to physically restrain her, maybe because he wants those women to be extra jealous of her.

The bell rings and it doesn’t take long before a very happy Vanessa rushes out of the school. She notices her mother and takes a sprint. ‘I missed you, mommy, I missed you,’ she says, when she jumps into Olivia’s arms.

‘Oh, sweetheart, I missed you too.’

Then Vanessa’s eyes land on Henry. She blinks a few times, before she extends her arms, while saying: ‘Superman, you’re here too!’

‘Of course, sunshine,’ he laughs, taking her from Olivia. ‘We were going to that new cafe, remember?’

Vanessa mentioned something about a cafe, where they serve pink drinks and red velvet cupcakes. She says that Olivia took her to that place two times on her fifth and sixth birthday, but that they haven’t been there since then. Henry has never been to that cafe and since dogs are allowed to go inside too, he was totally up for it.

Besides, he figured that it would make Vanessa very happy if they went.

He carries Vanessa to the car, while he has his hand on Olivia’s back. She leans against his broad frame and he noticed over the course of this week, how much she likes it when he physically touches her. She always leans in against his body, a trait he finds so endearing.

‘Okay sunshine,’ he says to her, when they are at his car, ‘I bought you a carseat, so you can drive along safely.’

He opens the door, tells Kal to stay put and Vanessa sits in the seat. ‘It has bears on it,’ she mentions, with a bright smile on her face.

‘Especially for you,’ he chuckles, as he helps her buckle up. The second she’s all set and done in the seat, Kal attacks her with licks, causing her to giggle.

Henry sits behind the wheel and Vanessa says: ‘I made two drawings today. One for you and one for Henry.’

Henry waits with starting the car and just like Olivia, he turns around in his seat, so he can look at Vanessa. She hands them both a drawing and when the two of them look at the pieces of paper, it’s evident that she drew the exact same thing:

All four of them, Henry, Olivia, Kal and Vanessa in one house. Olivia told him about the same drawings she has been making for such a long time and how after they met Henry, she drew Superman and Kal with them. Now he is not in Superman clothes, but in normal clothes.

Now he is Henry.

Vanessa even wrote everyones names on the drawing.

‘This is very beautiful, sweetheart,’ Olivia says. ‘Thank you.’

Henry clears his throat. This isn’t the time to cry or get emotional, though he feels many things right now. A kid made him a drawing and it’s not just any kid: it’s Vanessa Tran that made this for him.

‘Why isn’t Henry saying anything?’ he hears Vanessa ask.

‘He is taking in the drawing,’ Olivia answers. ‘Sometimes you look at something and it leaves you absolutely speechless. You can’t find the words to say something.’

‘Is Henry speechless?’

‘I think so.’

Henry chuckles. ‘This is beautiful, sunshine,’ he says. ‘I can’t wait to hang it up at my place.’

He drives off and while he is soaring the car over the roads, he feels Olivia’s hand on top of his, her thumb drawing circles on his skin. A small and silent sign of comfort. Weeks ago he thought he’d never have that family he wanted, he’d end up adopting four more dogs and once he died, his corpse would lay in the house for months, because no one cared about him.

But then he met Olivia and Vanessa and from that moment, something in him changed. He was pretty selfish, thinking about himself and Kal and that is it. Now everything he wants to buy, he wants to do, he thinks about Olivia and Vanessa. Will they like it? Will they agree?

‘Mommy,’ Vanessa says, pulling him out of his thoughts.

‘Yes sweetheart?’

‘In that cafe, can I sit with Henry?’

Olivia smiles. ‘Of course.’

‘You won’t jealous then?’

He notices out of the corners of his eyes that Olivia frowns. ‘Why would I be jealous?’

‘Because he is your boyfriend.’

Boyfriend… Is he Olivia’s boyfriend? He never specifically asked if he could be.

‘Vanessa, sweetheart, I’m never going to be jealous of you, since you are my daughter and there are certain things that you will do and will never make me jealous. So you sitting next to my boyfriend,’—so, she is not appalled by the idea of him being her boyfriend—‘isn’t something that will ever make me jealous. But it’s really considerate of you to ask that.’

‘I am considerate,’ she says and Olivia agrees.

Henry parks the car and he helps Vanessa out her carseat. ‘You know, I always wanted a carseat,’ Vanessa tells him. ‘Especially one with bears on it. I love bears.’

‘I know you do, sunshine,’ he says to her, helping her out of the car, as Olivia opens the door for Kal to get out. ‘That’s why I picked this one out for you.’

‘Can I hold Kal?’

‘Of course,’ he says and Olivia hands her the leash.

The two of them watch Vanessa trot in front of them, Kal watching out for her and Olivia says: ‘Are you okay?’

‘I’m fine.’

‘It was the drawing, wasn’t it? Henry, if you don’t like her doing that sort of stuff, then it’s okay. I can just tell her.’

‘No, no, no,’ he quickly says. ‘It’s just that… It’s all a bit surreal, that you two are part of my life now. I can’t really believe it just yet.’

≫≫≪≪

Vanessa sits on Henry’s lap, as he helps her with finishing up that red velvet cake. Of course he noticed Olivia taking pictures of them, but when he saw the look on her face, the happiness, relaxation, he simply smiled.

The overdose of sugar made Vanessa really tired, because while a few moments ago she was talking and talking and talking, she is now burying her face in Henry’s neck. ‘You’re adorable,’ Olivia says.

‘Who?’

‘You of course. My daughter is always adorable.’ She scratches Kal behind her ear and says: ‘You have plans next week?’

‘To spend it with you,’ he says.

She chuckles, but he sees her blushing. ‘Vanessa, sweetheart, would you like to have a sleepover at Henry’s next week with mommy?’

Vanessa starts to nod, rubbing her eyes. ‘I would like that. Only if Henry wants that of course.’

He sometimes wonders how Olivia managed to create such a beautiful kid, how she raised Vanessa to be polite and wise. And that all by herself. He never underestimates her, but he is in utter awe when he sees how she interacts with her daughter, how the two of them know each other like the back of their hands and how well adjusted they are with one another.

‘I would love that, sunshine.’

Vanessa sits up straight again, wraps her arms around his neck and presses her nose against his cheek. She started doing that when she was sick, because she didn’t want to make him sick too, though an ear infection isn’t necessarily contagious. Pressing their noses against each others cheeks, is their way of saying how happy they are with one another and he wouldn’t wanted to have it any other way. ‘We have to wear matching pajamas,’ she tells him.

‘I’ll try my best,’ Henry laughs, already imagining them wearing the same pajamas and the amount of pictures he is going to take. ‘Maybe Kal can wear something too.’

Vanessa’s face lights up. ‘He should wear a pajama too,’ she says in all seriousness. ‘Otherwise it’s not a real sleepover.’

The four of them decide to leave after they spend nearly an hour and a half in that cafe. He watches as Vanessa holds onto her mothers hand. They wear the same boots, something that Vanessa absolutely adores. ‘One day she’s embarrassed to be the same as her mother, so I’m enjoying it while it lasts,’ Olivia once told him, but he highly doubts it.

‘Honey?’ he hears a very familiar voice and he turns around. With a caught look in his eyes, he sees not only his mother, but also his father. What are they doing here?

‘Mom, dad, what a surprise,’ Henry says, before giving both of them a hug.

‘Who is this?’ his father bluntly asks, when Olivia stands next to Henry. God, his father doesn’t have any manners.

‘You must be the woman Henry told me about,’ mom says to Olivia.

He didn’t tell Olivia that he told his mother about her, not because he is embarrassed, but it didn’t came up in the conversations. What is she going to think?

Not much apparently, because Olivia smiles. ‘Hi, my name is Olivia, it’s wonderful to meet you.’ She extends her hand, one that his mother takes immediately and she says: ‘Olivia, what a beautiful woman you are. My name is Marianne and this is my husband Colin.’

‘Nice to meet you, Colin,’ Olivia says to his dad, who smiles at Olivia.

‘Mommy, should I introduce myself to these people?’ Vanessa says, pushing herself in between Olivia and Henry.

Why is his heart pounding so painfully?

‘You should, sweetheart.’

Vanessa extends her hand to his mother. ‘Hello, my name is Vanessa Tran.’

Mom seems impressed by the manners Vanessa possesses and he can already see that she is in awe of the little girl, just like he was when he first met her. ‘Nice to meet you, Vanessa,’ mom says. ‘You are such a lovely young lady. You look just like your mother.’

‘Thank you.’ Vanessa looks over her shoulder at Olivia. ‘Mom, she didn’t introduce herself, should I tell her?’

‘Oh how rude of me,’ mom says. ‘My name is Marianne Cavill. I’m Henry’s mother.’

Vanessa tries to process it and nods, simply not knowing what she should say to her. It’s weird for her probably, since she never met Olivia’s parents. She does the same thing with his dad, politely introducing herself.

‘What are you two doing here?’ Henry asks.

‘We needed to buy some new shoes for your father,’ his mom says. ‘But I really like that we ran into you guys. Olivia, Vanessa, the two of you should come by the house. We would love it to get to know you more.’

Olivia nods. ‘Of course.’

‘You have baby pictures of Henry?’ Vanessa asks.

They all start to laugh. ‘We have,’ his father says. ‘But be prepared, Henry was an ugly kid.’

Vanessa pulls her mother a little down and whisper shouts: ‘Is this a joke or is he serious?’

Olivia chuckles. ‘It’s a joke, sweetheart.’

‘Good, because even if mister Colin is his dad, he shouldn’t be so mean to him, right?’

Henry pulls on one of her pigtails and she looks up at him. ‘Thank you, sunshine, for looking after me.’

She smiles. ‘No one should be mean to each other and if he does it more often, you should say something about him.’

He notices both of his parents are looking at the interaction between Henry and Vanessa and he wonders what they think. ‘Like what?’

‘That he indeed needs new shoes.’

Henry laughs, just like his parents and Olivia and lifts her up. ‘Well, we have to go,’ he says. ‘I should start making some dinner. How about pancakes, sunshine?’ Vanessa starts to nod and wraps her arms around his neck.

‘Of course,’ his mother says and she pulls him into a hug. ‘I meant it, Olivia, you two really need to stop by.’

‘We look forward to it,’ Olivia says. ‘Vanessa, say goodbye, okay?’

‘Goodbye mister Colin and mrs. Marianne,’ Vanessa says and the four of them walk towards his car. The first five minutes go by in silence, but Vanessa is always there to break the silence, because she says: ‘I really like your parents, Henry.’

‘That’s good,’ he say.

‘I wouldn’t mind if they became my grandparents,’ she continues. ‘I’ve always wanted a grandma and a grandpa and they seem nice enough.’

Olivia looks to the side and places her hand on his, intertwining her fingers with his. ‘They did seem nice,’ she says. ‘You want to visit them one day?’

‘I do, but only if Henry wants it.’

Henry looks in his rearview mirror, to catch a glimpse of Vanessa. ‘I would love for you to visit them.’

Vanessa tilts her head. ‘Mommy, I think you should give Henry a kiss.’

‘Why is that, sweetheart?’ Olivia asks.

‘He seems like he needs it. Your kisses always help.’

Olivia chuckles, before she leans in and presses a kiss on his cheek.

And Vanessa was right, he did need that.

≫≫≪≪

Mom: Honey, your father and I absolutely loved Olivia and Vanessa. What a marvelous duo are those two.

Dad: And I can’t believe that young girl told me I indeed need new shoes, simply because I said you were ugly as a kid. Please let Vanessa know that it was a joke, because I want her to like me.

Simon: Excuse me, who are Olivia and Vanessa?

Piers: Is there something you’re not telling us?

Mom: Olivia is Henry’s new girlfriend

Charlie: Sweet!

Niki: But who is Vanessa then?

Henry: Vanessa is Olivia’s daughter

Piers: You are telling us that you have a girlfriend with a daughter?

Mom: A lovely daughter! Tell Olivia that she is doing such a wonderful job. I don’t think I ever met a kid her age that was that polite.

Charlie: When can we meet them?

Henry: Certainly not any time soon. I first want those two to meet mom and dad. You pricks will scare them off probably.

Charlie: I’m great with children!

Henry: Mom, dad, please do me a favor and don’t tell them when I’m bring Olivia and Vanessa over.

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[skytimil]

A bad day | Monoma Neito

anon said: “hey can i have a scenario where monoma is mean to the reader when she's having a bad day and she cries? lots of fluff and a lil angst please :3″

Thank you so much for your ask. It’s been in my inbox for ages, I’m so sorry it took me so long to do this asdhfga. hope you’re doing great!!

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: fluff, a little bit angsty

Warnings: cursing, (tried to make it a bit steamy at the ends but lol I’m a f*cking joke)

“Y/n how many times did I tell you to make a copy of the files on my desk? For God’s sake can’t you see were full of work?!” You hear your boss yell while looking for some papers on her desk. You look at the monitor of your computer observing how much time you still needed to finish this document. “Cmon we don’t have all day!” She shouts again, looking you in the eye.

“Yes.” You murmur as you get up from your chair and make your way to her side the fastest you can, grabbing the files she mentioned, walking up to the printer after you had them all in your hands. Yeah it must be really fun being a boss, ordering people around all the time. Did she forget the tonnes of work she’d ask you to do before asking you to print some files? You could barely breathe with so many things you had to do today.

After you were done printing every file and making sure every one came out looking good, you bring them to your boss’s desk putting them next to her. “Here are the files.” You inform taking a step back.

“It was about time, Y/n, honestly.” She hastily takes them in her hands, without taking her eyes off the monitor, making wrinkles on the pages, because of the force she was using to grab them, after all the care you had with it.

Not saying another word, you make your way back to your desk as you take some deep breaths, to try and finish your load of work before work hours ends.

(...)

You open the door of your shared apartment with you boyfriend, Monoma Neito. Dating for two years already, you decided to move in together a couple months ago. Everything was new, sometimes some fights would break out because neither of you were yet used to living together, but in general, that was the best decision you both could have made, because your relationship had grown a lot from there.

You enter the house, closing the door right after being inside. Your shoes are taken off your feet, being place next to the rest on a small cabinet right next to the door. You put on your slippers and the fluffiness of them crawl from your feet to your brain, bringing a sensation of comfort to replace the tiredness that this day had bring upon you.

“Nei, I’m home.” You call, not very loud, thinking he would be in the living room, however, you had no response from him. “Neito, are you home?” You ask for him, making your way to your room, after you saw the empty living room.

When you open the door to your bedroom, you see him sit at the little desk you have in the corner, eyes fixed on the computer.

“Hey Nei, I’m home.” You greet with the little energy you had left from the tiring day you just lived.

Your boyfriend, however doesn’t answer you, so you make your way to him, furrowing your brows. “Nei, are you listening me?”

“Hi.” He greets in a monotone without even looking your way.

“How was your day? Let’s eat I’m so hungry.” You try to call him, without any effect. Monoma kept looking and writing something at the computer.

“I already ate, serve yourself.” He spits his words a little harshly, leaving you stunned looking at him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, eyes locked on his figure. He was acting so strange. He usually brags a lot about his day, his work, and today he was simply giving you a cold shoulder without any reason.

“Didn’t you say you were hungry? Have you checked the time?” You look down at your wrist clock, noticing how late it was. You ended up having to work extra hours to be able to finish every task your grumpy boss told you to do.

“I know I’m late, but you have no idea how it was today... work never stopped coming through and my boss was in such a bad mood today, she asked me to do all kinds of stuff when I was so busy already and-“

“Doesn’t she pay you to do your work? Why are you complaining?” He shots you an annoyed look and you lost track of your words. Did he really say that?

“What..” you whisper to yourself, really confused with his weird behavior. “What the hell are you saying to me?”

“Listen I’m not in the mood today, can you go eat or something and leave me alone?” He asks turning his eyes again to the computer in front of him, completely neglecting your figure right next to him.

His behavior on top of the entirety of this day made you explode and do something you never ever thought of doing. Your hand flew to connect in full force with his cheek, making his head turn. Tears prick your eyes as you fight the urge to run right that instant.

“The only thing that made me endure this fucking shitty day was the thought of having you home waiting for me at the end of it all. But then..” you make a little pause so the knot in your throat would easy a bit and let you talk without showing any weakness in your voice. “But then I get home ready to forget it all and there you are, ignoring me and treating me like pure t-trash.” You let out a little hiccup, not letting any other word out.

Monoma had yet to move. He was petrified, his cheek completely burning from your slap. He felt like a true idiot. Of all the people he could treat bad today, it had to be you. He cares so much about you, and yet here he is, attacking the only person who puts up with his personality. He’s usually very calm, but today he had to deal with some complicated people at work too, but that was not an excuse at all. You had it bad as well, probably even worse, and yet here you were, eager to see him and talk to him and spent the rest of your awful day with someone you cared about.

When he hears your hiccups, his chest instantly becomes really heavy and his stomach flips around due to the amount on guilt he feels. He was a dumbass and he had no idea how to make it right. None of your fights were this severe, but due to pure idiocy by his part, he hurt you really badly when the only think you were looking for was simply a little bit of comfort to add at your day.

Monoma slowly raises its head to find you with tears in your eyes. After you realize the fragile state you are exposing to him, you quickly wipe the tears from your face and turn away, striding to the empty kitchen. Taking a deep breath, you put a kettle on to boil water so you can make some tea, in an attempt to calm down this day.

You hear slow steps come to you, but you ignore them, knowing perfectly well that they belong to your boyfriend. You take a mug from the washed dishes, waiting for the water to boil.

You feel a pair of arms around your waist, and you hear a whisper come out of his lips. "I’m sorry. I was really stupid to you...” his voice comes out in a genuine tone, which instead of making you even more irritated, brings tears to your eyes again. “I should never have said those things.”

“Well, you did.” You attack, not moving in his embrace.

“I know it’s hard for you, I know how much you like your job, but how hard your boss makes it for you.” He continues, hiding his face on your neck, leaving gentle kisses in the area. “Let me make it up to you.” He gently turns you to face him, gently taking the mug out of your hands and placing it lightly in the counter.

Your eyes never leave his face, as you study him as a work of art. His bangs covering part of his eyes, which showed a tired look. He looked now at you, a gentle smile adorning his features. Monoma places his hand on your cheek, gently caressing it, closing the space between both of you, placing his lips on yours. It was a suave kiss, one that made you be sure he meant every word of apology he said to you.

As the kiss intensifies, you take your hands to his hair, closing now the space between your bodies, wanting to be the closest you could be to him. His hands are now on your waist, as one of them slides down to your butt, squeezing it. “Neito...” you warn, in a whisper.

He looks at you with his smug expression that was so familiar to you. “Tell me you don’t like it.” He provokes you, taking your lips in his once again.

And like that, lost in his touch, in his scent, in his words, your awfull turns a little better.

[fanmoose12]

Mike Zacharias was, all things considered, a good guy.

Levi wouldn’t have gone so far as to call him a friend, they only had a couple of classes together, but they both were a part of a football team.

And on the field, there was no better partner than Mike. He was honest and reliable. And when they played on the opposite sides, there was no tougher or stronger opponent for Levi than him. He always offered a good challenge. Levi liked that, respected that.

So all in all, Mike was a cool, even awesome guy, Levi didn’t have a single problem with him, except his best friend.

Hange fucking Zoe.

One of the most prominent and intelligent students at their school. The weirdest student of their school.

She was loud, messy and batshit crazy. Among other students, she wasn’t known for her exceptional intellect or her unusual friendliness. Instead, she was known for causing an explosion at the school’s lab not once, not twice, but three whole times! The only reason why she wasn’t kicked out of the school was her perfect grades. Or her parents’ huge wealth.

When she wasn’t hanging out with her ‘research team’ as she affectionately called those fools, who followed her around, she was spending her time with Mike. She was with him almost always, including the football practice.

And maybe, Levi wouldn’t have any problem with her, or Mike, if Hange wasn’t loudly cheering on Mike every goddamn time she accompanied him to the practices.

And, yeah, sure, what was wrong with cheering on a friend? But it pissed Levi off, especially because maybe, kind of, he had a tiny, little, miniscule crush on Hange.

He didn’t like her, of course. He didn’t. He just liked staring at her and listening to her. She also smelled surprisingly nice and had very soft hands. Not that Levi had ever held hands with her. He just touched them once, and now he wanted to touch them again.

They didn’t hang out together and, of course, they weren’t friends. They had only one class together, and that was biology. Biology, where Levi’s traitors of friends decided to fucking dump him.

“You need to be more friendly,” Farlan, that asshole smirked at him, after he had told him that he and Isabel were going to pair up together for the science project.

Stupid jerk, if his advice was so fucking sound, why didn’t he follow it himself? Still, there was nothing left for Levi to do than to seek out a different partner for himself. His eyes darted to Erwin, they weren’t exactly friends, not as close as he was with Farlan and Isabel, but they talked sometimes. He liked Erwin, but apparently his opinion of him was wrong, because when Levi turned around - Erwin was already paired with the biggest shitass in their school - Nile Dawk.

And, unfortunately, apart from Erwin, there was no one else Levi was on good terms with. Maybe, there was some truth to that fucker’s words. He really didn’t have a lot of friends.

Help came from an unexpected quarter.

Hange Zoe, the school’s prodigy, stood next to him, smiling sheepishly.

“Do you need a partner?” she asked.

And it wasn’t like Levi could refuse. He did need a partner. And, as he learned later, Hange Zoe turned out to be an amazing one.

She was smart, but also hardworking and very passionate. She was also unusually, but genuinely nice. She wasn’t even a bit arrogant, and whenever Levi didn’t get something, she always explained it to him patiently.

(Sometimes, even though he would rather die than admit it out loud, he played dumb on purpose, just so he could listen to her excited voice and look into her burning eyes, as she explained to him some stupid shit like meiosis).

So, yeah, she was kind and really fucking funny. And, maybe, one could call her pretty, if that one was into messy-haired four-eyed weirdos. (Unfortunately, Levi was). And, yeah, maybe, he liked it, maybe, he liked her. It meant nothing though. Hange probably didn’t even know his name and paired up with him only out of the kindness of her pure fucking heart.

Levi shouldn’t even think about her. He also shouldn’t stare at her during lunches like he’s some kind of a pervert. And, especially, he shouldn’t become angry every time he hears “Go, Mike, you’re the best!”

She was just trying to lift her best friend’s spirits, Farlan and Isabel did it all the time.

Still, it pissed him off, it hurt his pride, it made him fucking jealous.

He hated it. But, unfortunately, he couldn’t hate her.

 ***

His leg was kicked. Levi ignored it. His leg was kicked again. Again, Levi ignored.

“You’re staring at her again,” the words were followed by another kick.

Levi grunted, turning to face Farlan. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, using his most disinterested voice.

“Huh?” Isabel twisted her head around, looking at the mass of students, gathered in the cafeteria. “Who was big bro staring at?”

“No one,” Levi answered, while at the same time Farlan pointed Isabel to the right person.

“Ooh,” she cooed, grinning wickedly. “You’ve been staring at the weird Zoe girl!”

“Now, now,” Farlan chucked, patting Isabel’s head. “You shouldn’t talk about her like that. She may be a weirdo, but she’s also Levi’s sweetheart.”

“I swear to god, Farlan, if you don’t shut up, I’ll fucking punch you!”

Levi’s anger intensified, as he saw the shit-eating grin on his friend’s face. It was an empty threat and Farlan knew it perfectly.

“Oh no!” Isabel squealed, frantically pulling on Levi’s hand. “She’s coming here!”

“Oh yes, she totally does!” Farlan agreed. “Come on, Izzy, we should give them some privacy.”

And before Levi could throw another insult his way or beg them not to leave him alone, Farlan grabbed Isabel’s hand and dragged her away.

Fucking traitors.

Levi looked up - Hange was actually heading to his table. Shit. What did she want? What should he do?

She probably wanted to discuss the science project, the rational part of Levi’s mind kept insisting. But his heart didn’t listen, continuing to beat erratically inside his chest.

Shit, he needed to get a grip on himself. Hange was just a girl, a nerdy weirdo. The fuck he got so worried about?

“Hi,” Hange stood in front of him, holding a tray in her hands. “Can I sit down with you?”

“There is a lot of free space here,” Levi grumbled, taking a bite from his sandwich.

He mentally kicked himself. Why was always such an asshole? That’s why he only had two friends. Not that Levi gave two shits about being polite, but, well, he’d like to be Hange’s friend. Or maybe, something more.

“Great!” Hange smiled, as she took a seat across from him. Levi glanced at her beneath his fringe - of course, he shouldn’t have worried. Hange was a weirdo, she was never bothered by his rudeness.

“I just wanted to talk with you. I… well, you know about school dance this Friday? Oh, sorry!” Hange chuckled. “Of course, you know about it! That’s the only thing everyone talks about!”

Well… Levi certainly heard about school dance. Isabel mentioned it a few times, but neither of his friends was planning on going there. And there wasn’t any reason for Levi to attend. He would rather spend his Friday at home, playing video games with Farlan and Isabel.

“Anyways!” Hange continued. “Have you asked someone already?”

That took Levi by surprise. The question was so absurd that he looked at Hange closely - was she joking? But, strangely, she seemed to be serious. And she appeared to be somewhat nervous, which was even weirder. In all the time that he knew her, Hange was never nervous or shy. She was always unapologeticly bold. That was one of the reasons Levi liked her so.

So what was wrong now?

“Um, no?” Levi answered, feeling uneasy. For some strange reason, his pulse fastened.

“Oh, then have someone asked you?”

Levi eyed her carefully. Hange was fiddling with the straw of the juice box and she avoided looking him in the eyes. So she was nervous! But why? Levi glanced behind Hange’s shoulder. Mike was sitting on a table near them. He was grinning happily, and when Levi met his eyes - Mike winked at him.

What the fuck was going on?

He focused on Hange again. “No, no one asked me.”

Well, technically, it wasn’t true - a surprisingly large amount of girls had asked Levi to accompany them to the school dance. Levi had rejected them all. Unfortunately, the only person he wanted to go with was right now sitting in front of him.

“Great!” Hange beamed. “Oh, wait, no, that’s not what I meant!” she frantically waved her hands around. Levi hid a smile, amused by her gesticulations. “I’m sorry that no one asked you yet, but maybe…” she trailed off, turning to look behind her. Levi followed her gaze and saw that Mike gave her an encouraging smile, showing thumbs-up. She turned back and cleared his throat. She still avoided looking him in the eyes and there was a bright blush on her cheeks. “Maybe, you would like to go with me?”

Aaaaaaand he definitely misheard her last sentence. And even if he hadn’t, he probably didn’t understand it in the right way. Maybe, Hange was taking pity on him again? Just like that time, when she offered to become his partner in a science project?

“You want… to go dancing?”

“That was my initial offer, yes, but we can just hang out…” Hange twirled a stray lock of her hair, smiling shyly.

“You want to hang out…” Levi paused, not quite processing her words. Hange just couldn’t mean what he thought she meant. “With me?”

“Yeah…” Hange lowered her head, her shoulders sagging. “I thought you knew about this?”

He knew about what?

“…I mean the whole school probably knows, I’m not exactly subtle…”

The whole school knows about what?

“I was sure you knew about my crush on you…”

Wait, what? What the fuck? Hange liked him?

“You…. Have a crush on me?”

“Well, yeah?”

“Since when?”

“Um,” Hange rubbed her neck, her blush becoming even more apparent. “For about a year?”

“A year?!”

“I know it sounds pathetic, but yes? You don’t know how happy I was when you agreed to become my partner… Oh, jeez, this is so embarrassing,” Hange chuckled, and even in his daze-like state Levi felt how forced her laughter sounded. “You’re clearly not interested. I knew you weren’t, but that jerk Mike made me confess to you… I’m sorry!” she straightened out, grabbing her tray with food. She held it so tightly, her knuckles were white.

Levi stared at her hands, unblinking. He suddenly remembered that time in biology class when they were studying DNA. They needed to extract DNA from spinach, and upon seeing Levi’s clumsy movements with mortar and pestle Hange decided to help him. She laid her hands atop of his and gently guided them, showing him how to do it correctly. Her skin was soft and so warm. Levi was so flustered he felt like his heart was going to jump out of the ribcage.

And why was he remembering it now?

“Well, I should go, I don’t want to burden you…”

Hange almost got to her feet and left, but before she could do so, Levi grabbed her by the wrist.

“Wait!” He called out, surprised at how hoarse and desperate his voice was. But he couldn’t help it, he still couldn’t believe that Hange’s confession was real.

“You like me back?” he uttered quietly, looking up at Hange with hope.

“Ye— Wait!” Hange shrieked. Everyone around the cafeteria turned to look at them. If Levi could pay attention to something else except Hange’s adorably bewildered face, he’d even hear Isabel and Farlan high-fiving each other in the background.

Thankfully for his best friends though, he had a more pressing issue now.

“You like me back?” Hange didn’t lower her voice, and now every student in their school knew about Levi’s feelings for her.

His reputation of cold and aloof guy was destroyed forever.

He didn’t give a fuck.

“I do.”

His hand traveled down her arm, until it ceased her palm and held it in his.

At the sight of their joined hands, Hange’s lips curved into a bright smile.

“So you agree to go dancing with me?”

Levi shrugged, intertwining their fingers. “We can do that.”

“Great!” it seemed impossible, but the smile on Hange’s face became even happier.

Levi stared at her, feeling the same happiness inside him. Their bliss was cruelly interrupted by a loud ring that announced the start of a lesson.

“Shit, I’m late to English!” Hange shot to her feet. But before she ran away, she turned back to Levi. “Maybe, I can see you after school? We can walk home together?”

“Sounds good,” Levi nodded.

“Excellent!” Hange quickly leaned down and placed a kiss on Levi’s cheek.

Then, she was gone. Levi stared after her retreating figure, feeling a smile appear on his lips.

He probably, no, definitely looked like an idiot.

But for some reason, he didn’t give a fuck.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

In Love and Death Part 2

Harry Potter 

Link to Chapter 1

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M- light  smut

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Hot water washed over your sore joints. The heat was a welcome change from the chill of the hotel room. You rubbed a hand through your soaking hair. Regulus hadn’t joined you yet. You frowned. Normally it would take him all of three seconds to hop into the shower with you. Heat plus your naked bodies being pressed together was enough to entice the man into anything that you wanted.

Your mind went back to the previous conversation. Regulus’ aversion to going back to the order and coming out as a couple made sense. You knew that your friends, Moody, in particular, wouldn't take it well. Hell, your own father probably wouldn’t take it well (had he been alive). You didn’t remember much about his temper but from what your mother said Evan could go off over the smallest thing. His best friend dating his daughter would be a sure way to set Evan off.

Thinking back to Evan Rosier, you couldn’t help feeling a little sad. You were four when he was killed by none other than Moody himself. The world didn’t know the same Evan that you knew. They didn’t know the man who gave up most of his own dreams in order to be a dad at 16 or the man that would sit on the floor of the Rosier family manor to play dolls with you (he wouldn’t admit the latter part but you knew it happened.) The world only saw the death eater that thought it was smart to come up against Mad-eye Moody and didn’t live to see the next day.

You closed your eyes trying to remember what you could about Evan. As you got older you were beginning to forget the little things like his voice, the way he held you as a child, and the way that you would sit on his foot in some pathetic hope to keep him home. Pictures only went so far.

After you grew up and got away from your family’s ignorant ideals, you began to realize how crazy your father really was. He never should have been out running around with Voldemort. Evan should have been at home being a good father. Your grandmother was kind enough to raise you for the first year while Evan and your mother finished school. Running around with a maniac and getting killed was a pretty shitty way to repay her.

Regulus was another source of confusion for you. You could only remember bits and pieces of him. You were two when he technically “died.” The most you could really remember about him was pulling his hair when he would come to visit your parents.

Grandmother would die if she knew…

You could already see the horrified expression on her face when you would bring Regulus in for the first time. The old woman would probably think that she was losing her mind.

That would be slightly desirable

You thought with a smirk. Your grandmother was just like the rest of your family. Snarky purebloods who thought that they were better than everyone else. Maybe it would do her some good to come back down to planet earth.

Regulus’ arms wrapping around your waist pulled you from your thoughts.

“Took you long enough.”

You said as Regulus shoved his head under the water. Flipping his hair over his shoulder, he shoved you back against the wall. He wrapped both of your wrists in one of his hands and held them over your head.

“Sorry.”

Regulus said before trailing his nose down your neck to your shoulder.

“Is it bad that I don’t want to go back?”

He asked, softly. You lifted a leg over his hip trying to pull Regulus closer.

“We don’t have to.”

You replied. Regulus stood back up straight. He stroked a finger down your cheek.

“And we will be hunted down like dogs.”

“They’ll have to get used to it...you and I. I’m not giving you up to appease anyone.”

Regulus let your hands go so he could cup your face.

“I think that I’ve been a bad influence on you. Before you and I got together you were this sweet little girl that wouldn’t say the word fuck now you are talking about sassing Mad-eye Moody. I have to say that I’m impressed.”

You smiled as Regulus peppered kisses down your cheek.

“You’re the first guy that I have ever given a damn about.”

Regulus lifted you enough to align himself to your entrance. You didn’t wait for him to tug him down instead you sunk down onto his length. Regulus groaned, holding his head back. He was going to miss being able to have you whenever the hell he wanted. Since Regulus started sleeping with you, he began to see why his brother was such a manwhore. Sex was actually very nice!

Maybe if he played his cards right, the two of you could get away from Grimmauld Place soon enough. Being back home was the last place that Regulus wanted to be. Between Mad- eye watching his every move, his mother’s portrait profeessing her undying love for him, and Kreacher holding onto his leg sobbing like an emotional toddler; being home was exhausting.

“What a coincidence, you are the first girl that I have ever given a damn about. Now pay attention to what I am doing to you.”

Regulus said with a grin before leaning in for another kiss.

(The next morning)

Both Regulus and yourself stood outside of Grimmauld Place staring at the door handle with matching frowns.

“So, we are on the same footing here?”

You asked. Regulus nodded.

“Yes, if they give you a hard time. I’m coming in and cleaning things up. They won’t want that.”

“Then we apparate the fuck out of there…”

Regulus nodded.

“Sounds nifty.”

Before you could say anything else, Tonks opened the door and pulled you into a fierce hug that left the two of you on the floor. She wrapped herself around you like an oversized cat. You ignored Moody who was muttering about “did they forget how to open doors?”

“Y/n, I have missed you! I missed your face! I missed everything about you!”

Tonks held your face in her hands as she looked down at you from your place beneath her. It took all that you had not to laugh at your best friend's over the top dramatic greeting. You couldn’t have expected anything less from Tonks.

“I missed you too.”

You said with a smirk as Tonks started stroking your hair. The moment that her eyes landed on the love bit that Regulus left on your neck, her mouth dropped. She glanced over her shoulder at Regulus. He didn’t make any facial expression upon realizing that Tonks had put the “secret” together.

“It was then that they realized that neither one of them needed a man.”

Both Tonks and yourself jumped up the moment that Sirius spoke. You have Sirius a scowl.

“In your wildest fantasies.”

Sirius grinned. He enjoyed the fun back and forth banter that the two of you had when it came to sex.

“Let me go get a drink and I will gladly sit here and watch. Neither of you has to touch me.”

Both Remus and Regulus were glaring at Sirius now.

“Shut up, Sirius.”

Regulus snapped. Sirius grinned even wider before his vision stopped on the love bite too. You watched as his mouth dropped before he glanced between Regulus and yourself. He leaned over to Remus and held out his hand.

“You owe me a ton of chocolate.”

“It's not what you think.”

You said, assuming that Sirius figured that Regulus and yourself were just sleeping together. What you didn’t know was Sirius and Remus had made a bet that the two of you would end up in a relationship. Knowing Sirius the way that you did, you assumed the bet was just sex-related.

“It's exactly what he thinks.”

Regulus replied. Tonks had her hand over her mouth and you went to stand beside Regulus. You wrapped your hand around his as Moody walked in.

The older man automatically frowned. Your goal was to tell your friends in a “soft” calm manner but now you weren’t surprised. Nothing in your life ever went according to plan.

“Both of you in the living room. NOW!”

Moody snapped. He stormed in the room fighting the urge to wipe that sneer off of Regulus Black’s smug little face. Moody waited until the both of you sat down before speaking.

“How long?”

You were the first to speak. It was probably a good idea that you did the talking. If it were Regulus doing the talking, hexes would start flying in seconds.

“Right after we got to Greece.”

Moody growled. His attention locked on Regulus.

“I told you to leave her alone.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. He wasn’t about to back down from Moody.

“Let me tell you something about Y/n. She doesn’t do a damn thing that she doesn’t want to. Besides, it's not your decision upon how she lives her life.”

“Did she do you too?”

Tonks asked. Both Regulus and yourself turned to stare at Tonks. Had the situation not been so serious, you would have laughed at the expression on her face. You were thankful for Sirius who was giggling so hard that Remus had to reach out and pinch him.

“Sure. Tonks. I have sex with every guy that I go out with!”

You snapped. Tonks frowned.

“And Regulus is okay with this?”

Remus put a hand on his girlfriend’s back.

“You aren’t helping, love.”

You quickly stood up.

“I am going to say this once. It isn’t anyone in this room’s decision on who I am going to be with. I’m an adult.”

“He was there when you were born. That is messed up.”

Moody snapped. Regulus’ scowl intensified.

“Remus is older than Tonks and I don’t see you bitching about that. Apparently, you are forgetting the fact that I was 18 when I died and look at that...still 18.”

“Fine, it's because you are a death eater. You should have stayed dead.”

“Alastor!”

You snapped his name as Moody turned to face you.

“I’m not watching you throw your life away on some death eater because you have unresolved daddy issues from your father's death.”

Everyone in the room became instantly silent. You blinked a few times before Regulus reached out for your hand.

“Love…”

You shook yourself loose and stared at Moody with heartbroken eyes. This was by far the cruelest thing that he had ever said to you. That comment was worse than how he treated you when you became an auror. He didn’t trust you then because of whose daughter you were and it took you forever to gain his trust. Once you did, however, he adored you and treated both Tonks and yourself like his own daughters. Now you felt as though you had been slapped in the face.

“I don’t have daddy issues. My father made his decisions. You were the one that blew him away. He made bad decisions in his life but that isn’t Regulus’ mess to clean up. That was Evan’s fault not Regulus’.”

Moody frowned.

“Let me make this simple for you, Y/n. You are an auror and a brilliant one at that. You have potential...a spark. Don’t throw your life away for some death eater with a bad attitude.”

You stood in silence for a moment not looking at anyone but Moody.

“That's enough.”

Regulus said, in a warning tone. He had no issues with hexing Moody. Whether the two men were on the same side of not, Regulus was not going to let him upset you anymore. The comments about Evan were below the belt. You didn’t ask your father to make poor decisions.

You recovered after a few moments of trying to keep your Rosier temper under control.

“Fine. I quit. I’m done. You can take this auror job and shove it.”

“Y/n…”

Tonks said, gently. You shook your head brushing off your best friend and partner’s attempt of trying to “smooth the situation over.”

“I’m done.”

You turned and walked from the room leaving everyone in silence. Regulus smirked at the shocked expression on Moody’s face. That was one way to shut the man up.

“You’ve been most helpful.”

Regulus said coldly before standing up and going in the direction that you had gone in.

You stood in his bedroom angrily staring at the wall when Regulus finally caught up to you. Kreacher was busy whispering to you in some hope of cheering you up.

“Kreacher, that will do.”

Regulus said as the elf looked up at him with those teary eyes. At the moment, the last thing that Regulus wanted to do was deal with a pissed off girlfriend and a sobbing elf.

“Yes, master Regulus.”

Kreacher muttered before popping out of the room. Regulus was a bit surprised that Kreacher didn’t beg to stay. Since Regulus had come back, Kreacher was finding any excuse to be in the same room. Regulus figured it was because he was the one person (except you) that was remotely nice to the elf.

Regulus closed the door behind him and cast a quick silencing charm. The last thing that he wanted was for anyone downstairs to be listening at the door.

“You sure showed them.”

Regulus commented before kneeling down in front of you. Your blue eyes met his and Regulus had to fight the urge to stomp back down the stairs and chew everyone out individually. He wasn’t for sure why he was so mad at Sirius and Remus. They had been mostly quiet through that whole fiasco but Regulus could find something.

“What was said when I left?”

Regulus shrugged before gently pushing your backward on the bed and planting himself on top of you.

“I really don’t know. I made a snarky comment and left too. I’m sure they are tearing us apart right now. You know, I really didn’t expect you to go and quit your job. Watching Moody look so stunned was rather amusing though. I wish that I had one of those muggle cameras.”

You smirked.

“Your cell phone has one.”

It took all that you had not to giggle at the unamused expression on your boyfriend’s face.

“I hate that thing.”

“You’ve gone through 4 in two months so I kind of got the idea. Was I wrong down there?”

Regulus shook his head.

“No. It took all that I had not to open my mouth. Look, I don’t need any of those idiots downstairs to make my life happy.”

“I make you happy?”

You questioned. Regulus raised an eyebrow before leaning down and kissing you. The sugary sweetness of the moment would have made him gag years ago now it was welcomed. Now Regulus was ready to soak up any bit of love that you had to offer him.

“Of course. All I need is these blue eyes, these full lips, and this smart mouth.”

You laughed.

“I’ve never heard anyone say that they enjoyed my smart mouth.”

Regulus took your hand and placed it on his crotch. Giving you a small smile, his fingers started on the buttons of your dress.

“That should answer your question, silly girl.”

“I would rather do this than be downstairs.’

Regulus nodded and tugged his shirt over his head.

“For the record, I have never had a girl in this bed.”

You quickly started unbuttoning your dress.

“Maybe you should take that silencing charm off of this room so we can make everyone very uncomfortable?”

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[fanfics-for-the-hockey-fan]

My Treasure - William Nylander

Request: Can you do one where you are pregnant with William nylanders baby and getting hate and he makes you feel better

Getting pregnant at 24 was definitely not a part of my 5 year post college plan. Then again falling in love wasn't one of my bullet points either. But when my period was over a week late I knew that everything was about to change. William was thrilled when he saw the bolded word on the pregnancy test, immediately wanting to tell anyone he could. I was a little more hesitant to share the news.

I knew that I wanted children someday and those feelings intensified once my relationship with William became serious, I just figured we would be married and I would be a little more secure in my teaching job before we would add a baby to the mix. We told our families first and they were all excited and happy for us, same with friends and teammates. The real problem came when we started to share the news with the rest of the world. On William's social media everyone was happy for us and wishing us well, but mine is where all of the hate went.

She probably got knocked up so he couldn't leave her.

Hopefully you don't gain too much baby weight, you could already stand to lose a little.

You're not even pregnant with his kid I bet, just went to the guy with the biggest paycheck.

I did my best to delete the comments as soon as I saw them, hiding them from William so he wouldn’t get upset. Some people didn't get the hint after the first deleted comment and I would end up blocking them. Two weeks after announcing our pregnancy the nasty comments were outweighing the nice ones of my post. My pregnancy hormones went crazy one day when my pants didn't fit for the first time of the pregnancy and William was away on a road trip until the morning.

I canceled my plans to go get dinner with some friends and instead had a pity party in some of William's clothes with ice cream and reading through all the horrible things that were being said about me.

I can't believe he is still with her, she is not pretty enough for him.

Fat cow

You are going to ruin his career with the child.

I cried myself to sleep on the couch after midnight and didn't wake up until someone was brushing some hair out of my face. Slowly opening my eyes I saw a concerned William kneeling on the floor in front of me. "Ellie, what’s wrong? Were you crying?" I sat up, making room for William next to me before he pulled me into his lap. "Your friends texted me last night and told me you skipped on going to dinner with them. Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?"

"The baby is fine, I just couldn't find anything that fit comfortably with the bump. I had a pity party with ice cream and must have fallen asleep." Everything I said was true, I just left out one major thing.

"I'm sorry babe, but can I finally buy you some new maternity clothes? Please." He gave me puppy dog eyes as he begged, causing me to laugh and turn to face him more.

"You love shopping more than I do."

"Is that a yes? I'm taking that as a yes. Go get ready, shopping might take all day." With that he was carrying me down the hall, laughing the entire way. When he finally set me down I managed to find a t-shirt dress that wasn't too uncomfortable and proceeded to get ready.

***

After a full day of shopping William took me out to dinner at our favorite Spanish restaurant. I excused myself after we ordered a bunch of small plates to share to run to the bathroom and when I got back William was standing at the table with a large plastic bag and shaking hands with the owner. "What's going on?" 

"I thought you might be more comfortable if we went home and ate. I've kept you busy most of the day so I know your feet must be bothering you." His tone was off but I brushed it off as we headed out. The drive home was a tense silence without even the radio playing.

I didn't say anything until we were in the apartment and William started slamming cabinet doors as he got plates. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't get why people spend so much time trying to make other people down! Like, what does it do for them?" He had a fire in his eyes I had only ever seen on the ice, and I wasn't sure what was causing it.

"I'm going to some more context here. Did something happen at the restaurant?"

"Before we left the last store I took a couple of pictures for our shopping day and posted them to Instagram. I thought it was no big deal, just sharing what I was up to on a day off. And then when you were in the bathroom your phone started buzzing like crazy so I thought someone was trying to call you. But all of your notifications were for Instagram, and I know I shouldn't have opened the app on your phone but I thought maybe it was your girlfriends' group chat and Sophie finally got engaged." I let out a small chuckle at that, we basically were taking bets on when her and her high school sweetheart would finally take the next step.

"I'm guessing that isn't what you saw." I knew what he was going to say next but I was hoping with every fiber of my being that I was wrong.

"No, I saw the worst of humanity in your DMs. I just- how can people be so cruel?" William slumped into the bar stool next to me at the island as I reached for my phone having to see what was sent to me now. "Ellie…" I ignored his worried warning as I opened up the app, going to my DMs.

Fat cow, you only got pregnant so that you could lock in some who is far too good for you. I hope he sees he could do so much better and kicks you out before that baby ruins his career and life!

So you are just using him for his money. I bet the baby isn’t even his, probably a teammate who makes less. Whore!

Bitch, why are you even with Willy? He is a literal hockey god and from what i can tell you are just some stupid high school math teacher. He can do so much better than you. 

There were over 50 messages just like those, all sent within the last hour. I didn't even dare look at the comments on my latest post, even though it was a few days old the braver trolls put their nasty messages there for the whole world to see.

"How long has this been happening?" I had hopped off my stool, going to plate up the food we brought home and trying to avoid the conversation I knew we needed to have. "Ellie… Please talk to me. How long?"

"Honestly, since we started posting that we were dating. It's gotten worse since we posted that we are gonna be parents."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because part of me thought that if I just deleted the messages and comments that it wasn't real. That if I was the only one who knew that I could just pretend that it was all in my head. Then there is that stupid voice in my head that likes to play up my insecurities, that made me feel like if you saw what people were sending me that you would believe it. And I know that thinking that is stupid and unrealistic but it can sometimes be the loudest thing in there." William also got off his stool, coming to stand right in front of me. He kissed my forehead before cupping my cheeks and holding eye contact.

"Min skatt, never feel like you have to hide this from me. You are the one I am in love with and want to spend the rest of my life with. You are the only one that can make me smile and laugh when I am in a bad mood after a game. You are the only one I see myself growing old, and possibly bald with." I let out a gasp at the word bald, he was so protective about his hair.

"See, the rational part of me knows all that."

"Well, let me make it clear to every part of you. I love you with every fiber of my being and as soon as I meet with your father next week to ask for his blessing, I will be asking you to marry me."

"Will…"

"But I am going to need you to act surprised when I ask." That got a small chuckle out of me. 

"I'll do my best." William's stomach growled then, making both laugh. "Let's eat before your stomach starts communicating with us again." William just nods, a thoughtful look on his face that I'm sure would cause problems later but right now I just wanted to live in the happy moment.

After reheating the food and settling at the kitchen island to eat, I went through and deleted all the DMs and comments. I barely registered what they said as I deleted. What I didn't know was Will was looking at the comments as I deleted before pulling out his own phone. It was only when my phone buzzed with another notification that I found out what he was doing. 

@williamnylander tagged you in a post

The post was two pictures side by side; the first was from our first date at a Christmas market, all bundled up and snuggled into each other as we took the photo in a mirror. The other picture was a selfie he took of us at my last doctor's appointment for the pregnancy, both of us were all smiles as I sat on the exam table with a picture of the sonogram on the screen behind us.

Two pictures of the love of my life. One from our first date, where I was a clutz and spilt hot chocolate all over her light grey coat and she still agreed to a second date. The other from a few weeks ago when we got another look at our baby. 

I can say without any doubt that having Ellie in my life has only made it better. She has become my sounding board for when I'm frustrated, my motivation to score more goals, and my ray of sunshine on any cloudy day. 

I knew from that first date that Ellie was the one for me, no one can tell me otherwise. And now she is carrying our first child. My heart continues to grow and fall in love with this amazing, kind, dedicated, caring, loving, and perfect woman each day.

I am so lucky to spend time with you each day and anyone who says otherwise is wrong and jealous of what we have.

Min skat, I am so excited to watch our family grow and experience the joys and challenges of parenthood with you. Ellie I love you and can't wait to see where we go next. 

Together.

The tears started flowing before I even read the caption, the pictures enough with my pregnancy hormones. But the words William managed to write push me over the edge, I was crying at the love he put into the words but also laughing at the not so subtle 'fuck you' to all the nasty people who sent you messages.

"Did I overstep? I don’t want to embarrass you."

"It's perfect. You're perfect. I love you."

"I love you too, and I plan on showing you that everyday. Even if it is something as simple as an Instagram post."

"It's not just the post, it's that you are saying to all the people who see your pictures and then come trash talk to me that you know about them. And that will probably stop some of them from doing it again. And anyone who doesn't get the message gets blocked."

"Good. Now, let go watch some TV and cuddle." Nodding grabbing my plate of food, following William to the couch before curling into his side.

As William pulled up the next episode of a show we were binging, I thought of something. "You never have told me what 'min skat' means."

"It means 'my treasure'. And it reminds me how lucky I am every day to have you in my life."

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 32

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I chased Ruby's bottom lip with hunger and she rolled her fingers through my hair. She giggled against my lips as I sighed in pleasure at the touch of her small hands.

I pinned her down against my unkempt bed with a vigor that made her roll her pelvis up at me and I growled.

"You rascal ." I broke off the kiss to look her in the eye but her grey gaze just seemed to say 'who, me?'

Yes you. If it wasn't you, then who?

I ran one frustrated hand under her body and along her back, pulling her close to me. I slid under her shirt and I bodily picked her up off the bed and held her against me as I devoured her lush, full lips with some savagery.

I touched the whole of her curved back with my arm and she heaved up into me with heavy breaths. Her skin just felt so fantastic against my own as I cradled the whole of her small form against my larger one. She let out another noise, one that made me feel like a demigod and she breathed out my name with a tiny mewl.

"Oh, Jaune..."

It left her pink lips like a prayer and I dove back upon them with my own.

It had been weeks since I'd held her so close. It had been weeks since we'd been able to share more than parting looks and careless touches. I could feel her want against my own in a steady rhythmic pulse which only sped up over time. She flushed as red like the tips of her hair as I chased her tongue around her mouth. Then she suddenly closed her lips and sucked on my tongue gently in a way that made my chest heave. It made me throb for her.

Our teeth met briefly and savory, softly clicking together when I deepened our kiss. She moaned, a low sound in her throat I wouldn't have thought the young woman capable of making. It only made me want to devour her flesh more. I kissed down her neck and over her jaw line until I arrived at the dimple in her collar and sucked against her supple skin.

So great was my hunger as I knelt between her legs that I nearly left behind hickies and marked her smooth flesh with my possessiveness. I had to remember not to mark her as she grabbed my face in her arms and moaned again. Gods I would do so fucking much just to hear her moan like that. That was why I did what I did. This is what I fought for. It nearly made the weeks of passing touches worth the wait just to hear her cry out quietly and writhe against the sheets.

Our aura's merged and flared like touching candle flames and she hissed beneath me, clawing against my shirt, just searching for purchase. She rubbed against the massive scars the Scorpion had left along my chest and I moaned loudly, almost a deep grunt. Red mixed with gold and flickers of blue flame. Crimson petals drifted from the air around us as the heat of our moment intensified.

Her legs tried in vain to wrap around my waist but my frame was too wide to allow that. She gave a little noise of protest which was absolutely delicious as she failed to pull me even closer to her.

The door to the room burst open.

"Hey Jaune have you seen my- what the fuck!?"

I was hauled off of Ruby by pure main strength and was turned to face Yang. I saw her eyes flash red from violet. I met the heated glare with pure stupid apathy as I was brutishly shoved against a wall hard enough that my head cracked against it.

"Have you seen," she hissed, "My. Sister."

"Yeah." I muttered duly. "She's around." My head cracked against the wall again painlessly. I felt slow, big, and dumb.

"Yang what the hell?!" Ruby shouted from where she sat up on the bed. Her fingers still deep in the sheets as she propped herself up.

"You were having sex!"

"I was super well aware!" Ruby huffed and blew her messy hair out from in front of her eyes. "Will you let him go, please?" Yang released me and I stepped back from the tan wall and away from one of the green plants which lined our Mistrali rental.

"Well. Explain, asshole." Yang demanded her hair burning in orange and yellow. Her enormous mane was inflamed from the heat of her anger.

"Yang I like him," Ruby spouted from behind her sister. "I should have told you, Jaune was helping me keep it a secret."

I nodded dumbly, still half cocked. Blood was flowing from other places back to my brain. I wasn't reacting swiftly to the situation and I wasn't sure there was much I could have said.

"Really? This dumb motherfucker?" Yang turned her gaze around at Ruby.

"Yang!" Ruby sat up straighter on the bed and dropped the sheets she'd still held clutched in those tiny hands. "I. Like. Him. And why not? He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel good. I like him. He always has my back and I love how much I trust him."

Yang staggered, looking at Ruby in disbelief. "How long?"

"A little before we picked up Qrow. Maybe a month." Ruby 'pffted' upwards blowing her hair out of her face again.

"This whole time," Yang whipped back towards me. "This whole time you've been taking advantage of my sister."

"I keep telling you it isn't like that!" Ruby protested.

"Then why sneak around about it?!"

Ruby geastured emphatically. "This! This is why, Yang." She turned her head sideways slightly. "I was trying to find the right time to tell you."

"And what? He was all too happy to go along with it?"

"Yes! He does whatever I ask him to do, he's like a big puppy. He's harmless."

"I just saw him murder a bunch of people. Calmly."

"We haven't had the chance to talk recently…" Ruby confessed, sounding meek for the first time. "But that's the job, Yang. Sometimes bad guys die. Roman Torchwhick died. You killed people too. That's the job sometimes. I knew that. You knew that."

"Yeah but I was busted up about it was the difference."

"Jaune was super messed up the first time he killed someone. You weren't there for it. You were back at Dad's. And Jaune had my back. When Tyrion came for me, to kidnap me and take me to Salem, Jaune was willing to die for me! He almost did die for me! How much more ideal and sweet a guy could I have found and you're still not happy with it? What was I supposed to do? No one was going to be good enough for me in your mind."

Yang's hair deflated. Her eyes flicked back to violet as something like shame took her over. If I was a betting man it wasn't over her outburst of anger, but rather over the fact she'd flinched.

"Jaune," I looked up at Ruby still feeling dazed. "Would you give us the room? Please?"

I nodded along. "Sure. Of course." I walked past the crouching tiger I felt Yang represented within the room and shut the door behind me. I leaned back against it and wiped my hands across my eyes and sighed out loud.

"You got caught." It was Weiss. I couldn't muster up the heat of a glare. I felt too tired, bone deep tired. I met her icy blue eyes, her hair was down around her shoulders and not in its usual ponytail.

"Yeah. We 'got caught.'" I let out. I was leaning deeply against the door such that our eyes were level.

She flushed a little scarlet. "Just kissing or something more?"

"A little of column A and a little of column B."

"Well you're still…" she trailed off pointing downwards. She was only looking out of the corner of her eye with her head turned away, as if to give me a sense of modesty.

I was still half cocked, thank you Weiss. Super appreciative.

It wasn't her fault, though.

I exhaled, hard, and took a few deep breaths. I tried to slow my heart rate back down and get my anatomy under control.

"Yeah well you know." I managed. "It'll go away."

"Is that how it works?"

"Yeah. That's how it works." I spouted stiffly.

"You could have locked the door."

"The doors don't have locks." I said dry as ice. "We figured somebody would knock first."

"And that would have helped?"

"Maybe? Probably? I don't have a plan for everything!"

She snorted at me in a quiet 'ugly' laugh. Yuck it up, Weiss.

I leaned against the door and tried to forget Ruby's pulse between her legs. It was pretty difficult. I was intentionally avoiding the word 'hard' but 'twas also that.

"Seems to me this whole situation could have been avoided if you'd just talked to Yang."

"Wasn't my decision. I'm just the dumb boyfriend. Dumb boyfriends follow their smart girlfriends' orders. Especially where family is concerned."

"What about your family?"

"They'd be amazed I got this far."

"With a girl?"

"Just in general." I crossed my arms over my chest.

Weiss gave me a pleasant smile at that, the sort I would have killed for freshman year. It was warm around the edges, yet firm in the center. Blue eyes glowing softly in the morning light of Mistral. The deep dusk reds couldn't seem to touch Weiss's eyes.

"Coffee?" She asked. "Or were you going to avail yourself of a cold shower?"

"Ha. Ha." I pronounced my 'ha's. "I think I'm good on that shower." I felt confident enough to stand up straight and I followed her down stairs for some of the brown beverage.

Weiss evidently took her's dark. I watched her quietly make it, arms folded in the kitchen over my blue cotton shirt. She handed a cup to me and I guess she knew I was a pussy because she offered me cream and sugar. I availed myself of some mixing the white with the brown. Just a little though. I wasn't Ruby. I heaved yet another sigh.

"So now the only one who doesn't know if Qrow." She blew over her drink.

"And Oscar, I guess." I cheered her when she offered her mug in my direction."Or Ozpin or whatever they are."

I took a sip and winced at the temperature.

"Careful, it is hot."

"I just about got that memo, thanks. One more just to make it sink in." I took another sip and winced. "Yep, still hot."

"Well don't do it again! You'll just hurt yourself."

I shrugged. "Pretty sure Yang would be on board with the concept of me suffering."

"Well let's not give her what she wants. I'll take it from you, you know. You have to be patient."

I blew over the top of the liquid distinctly impatiently.

"You're worse than Ruby sometimes." She was smiling, though.

"Yeah." I agreed. "How are you holding up after yesterday? Couldn't have been easy on the inside."

"Not sure if you heard or not but the Don picked me to be his escort for the night. He had some lines of hyper laid out on his bedside table, even. For the evening, I suppose. A man of indulgence."

"I hadn't." I prompted.

"I held him down with my semblance and made him talk. On the whole, I'd say I had the easiest job. Not like you boys outside."

"It got messy, I'm just glad none of you got hurt."

"How are you holding up with it?"

"Killing people, you mean?"

She nodded, leaning her head on one hand as she looked up at me from the table she'd taken a seat at.

"I'm alright at it. I think I might even be good at it. Killing people. It does get easier."

"How many?"

"I used to know, used to have a number. Went from one, to two, then five but... But now I've lost count. A bunch. A whole bunch of people."

"I'm sorry, Jaune."

"Sometimes it be like that,” I snapped my fingers and pointed off in the distance. She didn’t look distracted by my antics so I sighed. “It's what we signed up for."

"I haven't killed anyone, not yet. I probably will at some point, though. Seems inevitable, doesn't it?"

"Some poor sap without aura and then, bam." I nodded. "Even with aura you can't exactly tell how full they are sometimes so you just go right through."

"Gods."

"That's how my first one went. This bandit. I had my semblance and I just spent it and I cut him."

"You're unbelievably strong with your semblance active." Weiss nodded along like she could see it. "The point of Myrtenaster will probably be like that, especially if I have some speed behind me."

"Exactly." I took a sip, the coffee had finally cooled down enough that I could drink some. I almost found myself pounding the drink.

"Well, aren't we chipper?" She sighed.

"Just pragmatic. You didn’t actually tell me how you’re holding up.”

“Didn’t I?”

“No. You dodged it.”

“Did I now?” She teased with an upwards tilt of her chin.

“You just said you figured you had the easiest job then you changed the subject. You should answer the question I asked you. Just so long as we’re both being completely honest with one another.”

“And are we?” She wondered.

“If we’re not, I want to take back everything I told you since you arrived in Mistral,” I blew on my coffee. She gave me a dainty laugh. “So, how are you holding up?” I pressed.

“Not so great,” she confessed. “I’m not doing so great. But it wasn’t the absolute worst day of my life. So there’s that. I didn’t have to kill anyone which I’m thankful for. Just torture which I’m not sure is any better.”

“It’s not. Plus you had to wear those outfits.”

“Which you should admit you liked,” she fired right back. “It’s okay. I saw you stare at Ruby.” And you . It went unsaid but she saw me stare at her too. I couldn’t… I couldn’t really help myself. Her platinum hair went good with the black. And you know me. I’ve always thought that she was beautiful and talented and smart and a little queerly funny. So yeah. There was that.

“So what if I did? A bit of a nightmare if I ever asked Ruby to wear one. Besides she’s sexy enough in one of my shirts or her pajamas.” I sipped my coffee.

“Is she really?”

“You ever see Ruby blush?” I asked. “It gets me out of bed in the morning.”

“Well, I suppose…”

“You see how Ren's holding up?"

"Nora got him out of the place early. She called it a 'not-date' and left. I think she killed somebody too. Just crushed their rib cage."

"Lords above." I sighed. "Just you, Ruby, and Oscar, now. I suppose, depending on how you wanna cut that Ozpin thing."

She took a long drink of coffee at that, deep in thought and staring out a window onto the little courtyard we trained in.

"So the only thing left to do is get Qrow back up and walking. Job's done."

"Aren't we taking some ganglords word on that."

"Qrow thinks she'll honor it."

"She? Well isn't that progressive?"

"I figure Malachite isn't so bad. She seemed to run things clean, or as clean as such things can be run, and Qrow has had past dealings with them."

"You've met some of them?"

"This pair of twins. Evidently they're Malachite's daughters. One in white and one in red. Huntresses, the both of them."

"One on white and one in red huh?" Yang was standing by the banister. "Well I think I know where I heard that name before now."

"We cool?" I asked.

"Yeah. We're cool. Sorry for blowing up on you."

"S'no biggie."

"Kinda. You were there for my sister when she needed you. Needed somebody and I… I wasn't."

"No one blames you for that." I said. "You were hurt."

"So were you, what with Pyrrha and all."

"S'no biggie. It affects us all differently. My motivations to keep going weren't all so pure."

"Join us, Yang." Weiss encouraged. "Coffee?"

"Thanks." She strode into the room. Weiss stood up to pour Yang a mug. "Nora and Ren?"

"Out." Weiss and I said together.

"Ruby?" Weiss asked.

Yang snorted and I heard some plumbing going. "Said she was going to take a cold shower. Thanks," She said, accepting the coffee from Weiss.

"We were discussing yesterday," I said. "What horrific thing happened to you?"

Yang snorted again. "I uh I killed two people."

"How'd that go?" I asked.

"Awful. After Weiss got chosen we started hearing screaming from the 'presidential suite.'" Yang quoted. "Not even the kind you could maybe think was ‘the dirty.’ That sorta kicked things off. I just reached out and killed a guy. Just crushed his head. I thought he'd have aura."

"And even if he did…" Weiss trailed.

"Right." Yang nodded. "I shot another guy with my gauntlet and Ruby and Nora took care of the other two guys. Then I ripped my way through the locked presidential suite door. Weiss already had things under control by then but…" She trailed off. "Well then we came down the stairs and saw the mess you and Ren had to deal with. Saw you kick that guy."

I nodded. I still remembered the way his head had felt under my boot.

"And the rest…" She gave a shuddering breath and lifted the coffee to her lips. "The rest is history."

"Miserable," Weiss said, shaking her head.

"Some guns went off. You saw the girls who got shot." Yang said. "Just waitresses or whatever."

I nodded.

"And that was my day. How was yours?" Yang asked, sipping coffee.

"Wasn't quite the worst day of my life." I said. "But it's up there. It does get easier."

"Jaune, and I mean this with all politeness, I really really don't want to hear that," Yang said. "It should be hard. It deserves to be hard. It's well… you know."

I nodded like I got it, which I did.

I heard the plumbing shut off and Ruby exiting one of the bathrooms. I just listened.

"So you and my lil' sis." Yang broached. "How'd that happen?"

"She kept saving my life."

Yang let out a low whistle. "Way she told it, it was the opposite."

"You know how modest Ruby is."

She nodded. "You knew about this kerfuffle, Weiss?"

Weiss nodded. "Ruby told me. She- well - she was happy to share it with somebody."

I could have flushed at that.

"And that somebody couldn't have been me." Yang agreed sullenly, Weiss and I shared a look but Yang seemed mostly disappointed in herself. "That day you were also covered in blood. You'd just killed somebody then, too."

Three. Killed three. I even knew two of their names. I just nodded. "Some dumbasses without aura. Needed some information and he and his friend tried to fight me. Over nothing was the worst part. He died for nothing. I mean I went and unlocked his aura but he was already nearly cut in half so I'm not sure if he lived or died. I'm counting it as a death, though."

"You keeping count?" Yang asked.

"Was. Stopped yesterday." I finished off my coffee.

"He says he lost count." Weiss stepped in and refilled my mug. Bless her. She said it like it was the worst thing that could happen to a person and to be fair it really sucked.

"Good gods." Yang sighed. "That'll happen to me too. One day I'll just be like 'was it ten or twelve. I can't remember.'"

"The fight was fast and had a lot of bodies yesterday. You might get luck. Or unlucky. Whichever."

"Which is worse not knowing or knowing?" Yang laughed.

"Not knowing," I answered.

"You weren't supposed to answer that fast, Jaune." Weiss handed me my mug back.

"Ask me no questions…"

Ruby popped her head down. "Oh, you're…?"

"We 'aight." Yang answered.

"It's fine," I said.

"I have coffee here just for you Ruby." Weiss brushed some spilled coffee grounds into her hand and into the sink. Ruby came jostling down to us and accepted the cup.

Ruby came over and gave me a peck on the cheek. Yang rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just get it out and done with now."

"Is that how you think it works?" Ruby asked.

"Oh just because you have a boyfriend now doesn't make you all knowledgeable."

"It might." Ruby responded but there was a quiver of laughter to her voice.

"Please share what it's like with us humble mortals," Weiss said. Ruby fell back and I caught her. I put an arm around her waist and held her close to me.

She leaned her head back against my chest and sighed. "It's nice. It's nice not having to hide it, either."

"Ugh." Yang rolled her eyes but she was smiling. I wasn't sure what they had talked about up there but something must have gotten through to Yang.

"Are Ren and Nora dating yet?" Weiss asked.

"Kinda. More than before but less than you'd think," I answered.

"Figures," Yang said.

"Hey kid," Qrow wheeled up. "What's uh what's going on here?" He was looking at Ruby in my arms, looking relaxed.

"Jaune and Ruby are a thing." Yang answered. "Sorry you're the last to know."

"I could have guessed," he grunted. "Come on kid. Meeting with the Malachites."

"So just me then. Okay." Yang muttered.

"Will you be okay alone?" Ruby asked me.

I slammed back my coffee and nodded. I would be just fine, I think.

"I'm coming too." Ruby decided. No one argued with her.

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-WG