#constructive criticism is welcome since this is the first time i'm writing them

[weirdsht]

Hi first of all i just want to say that I love your fics and second may I request a flirty workaholic reader x cale where the reader is isekaid to lofcf and told cale about it so the reader became the right hand person of cale who loves flirting with him anytime anywhere😙😙🤣🤣 but the story focuses on cale being curious how will the reader act to other people who is not part of the calefam, just someone who is a stranger. So he then disguises himself as a stranger to meet with the reader (who is experiencing day off the first time since becoming a servant because she argues that seeing cale's face, serving and flirting with him is what she considers as rest but the others didn't allow it this time since they are worried and tired of always seeing the reader work)

Then the reader 'accidentaly' bumped into disguised cale whose name is Bob and they became friends so nowadays the reader will set a little bit of their time once a week to meet with her new friend and cale is becoming jealous of his disguised self because the reader is always telling him about what she and 'Bob' does with so much joy in her eyes

Best Friend Bob - Cale/Reader

notes: thank you for liking my fics! Also, I'm not that versed in writing flirty personalities so I'm sorry if its bad huhu

tags: female reader, assistant reader, fluff, they didn't get together in the end sorry, but you can imagine that they did

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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“You’re sending me away? Do you not want to play with me anymore cutie?”

Cale grimaces at his fellow transmigrator’s words. He should be used to the flirting right now but for some reason, he still isn’t.

“It’s been years since you had a day off. You still work even when everyone is slacking off.”

“Just looking at your face is enough rest for me.”

_____ winked at him and Cale turned away.

“Anyways take this time to explore or something.”

“You wound me, but since you insist…”

With that _____ takes a day off for the first time since she transmigrates into this world.

‘What am I even supposed to do the whole day?’

_____ has always been an introvert and a home person even before she got sucked into this novel. Sure, at first she was curious about her new surroundings. However, she felt like she had seen enough since Cale was always on the move.

“Maybe I flirt with him too mu– owww”

The girl stopped in the middle of her mumbling as she bumped into a guy. He looks plain, but there’s this air around him that screams rich.

“I’m so sorry”

“Oh no, I should be apologizing. I wasn’t looking where I was walking.”

_____ waved her hands at the unnecessary apology from the man. She felt guilty that this poor guy was saying sorry when she was the one walking with her head in the clouds.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you. As an apology maybe I can treat you to something?”

The woman offered to the stranger. This particular looks familiar but at the same time, she’s sure she has never seen him before.

“If you insist. I know a great cafe around here. We can have some tea there.”

And so the two of them had tea at _____’s insistence.

“My name is Bob. What about you?”

‘Okay now this is suspicious’

_____ thought before quickly introducing herself to Bob.

‘Hmm, who could this be?’

She’s not an idiot. Bob is a rare name in this novel. It might have looked like it was common because of all the times Cale and his friends used it.

But there was only one recorded person who was named Bob.

Well, based on the novel none of the enemies ever disguised themself as Bob so _____ deemed it safe for now. However, they are extremely curious as to who could it be.

A few hours pass, Bob and _____ have become friends while exploring the town together. The woman is still suspicious and is trying to figure out Bob’s real identity but aside from that she thinks his pretty good.

“How was your day off?”

Cale asks as soon as he sees the workaholic enter the villa.

“It actually went great, I made a new friend.”

“Really now?”

The redhead inquires further, interested in his assistant’s social life.

_____ told Cale all about what happened the whole day. From how she met Bob to where they last went. She told him everything except for the part where she felt suspicious about his identity. 

…Of course, Cale already knows all of this.

His Bob afterall

A few hours ago he had asked Raon to give him a disguise. Something that _____ had never seen before so she would not recognize him.

Why one might ask?

It’s purely for experimental reasons. _____ kept flirting with him that he wanted to find out if she’d do the same to others.

Results showed that she doesn’t.

But they also just met so it might change.

So Cale continues befriending her under the guise named “Bob”. As he does, they surprisingly become good friends. It’s also good that the assistant now takes regular days off because of their meet-ups.

“I’m getting tired of this…”

“You’re tried human? How about we go rest for the day? We can’t get you sick because you’re tired!”

It was another friend's date with _____. They have been friends for about a month now but the girl still acts the same.

Meaning, that not once has she flirted with Bob.

Sure, she’s more comfortable with him but the way she acts with Bob and with Cale are so different.

Does this mean that his just special?

Cale isn’t sure.

But his tired of having to switch between identities when he's not even getting money out of it.

Okay, maybe he was a little jealous of how close Bob and _____ have gotten.

It doesn’t help that his assistant every single detail of what happened while looking all happy and excited.

However, no one needs to know about that.

But as much as he doesn’t like the current situation he continues it. It’s because he enjoys the look of happiness etched onto her face whenever they hang out together.

He just wishes that smile was because of Cale and not Bob.

“Bob, by now I think we can consider ourselves as good friends right?”

_____ asked one day while the two of them were eating street food after roaming the market.

Bob nodded his head in agreement. Inside, Cale rolls his eyes because how can she be so close to a guy she just met a month ago?

“I see. So who are you? Choi Han? Wait no that guy sucks at acting…”

Seems like the cat is out of the bag.

Cale would usually be irritated that someone saw behind his plans. However, he has been thinking as to how to put a stop to this so it’s beneficial for him.

At that moment

“Raon”

He states and the black dragon undones the magic alterations done on him, revealing his real appearance.

“Now, young master Cale why would you do such a thing? Did you not want me to go out of your sight so much? You only need to ask and I’ll stay with you 24/7.”

_____ winks flirtatously. Meanwhile, Cale just shrugged his shoulders. Indicating that he has no plans of sharing his plans with her.

“But seriously, did you through all this hassle just to make sure I take my day off regularly? Or did you find my social circle lacking?”

“No _____! He was jealous at how you and Bob got so close!”

…Okay maybe Cale should have briefed Raon about not exposing his feelings in front of _____.

[akumakosuke]

Yay, I finally finished the first chapter of my new fic...

†Our cursed love†

This is my first time writing an actual fic so it might not be that good, constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged! I would really like to know your opinions on what I'm doing right and wrong, things I should change and so forth.

A little PS this is not going to be absolutely canon, there will be some changes to the lore and techniques so be warned. I am also fully up to date on the manga so there will be manga spoilers.

Please enjoy the first chapter of ‡Our cursed love‡.

No warnings

~_Our cursed love._~

Chapter 1- Our pedestal.

~No one POV:~

The day is like any other day to most people. The sun blazing high in the bright blue sky, perfect white fluffy clouds dot the sky, moving along swiftly with the breeze. The sound of streets full of vehicles and streets full of people fills the air.

The day was like any other to non-sorcerers.

They all go about their lives, completely oblivious to the two Gods currently walking among them, blissfully unaware of the evil seeking to destroy these two Gods.

The day was like any other to the two Gods. Aware they’re being hunted but unaware of each other.

It’s true what they say, ‘ignorance is bliss’ and our two Gods will have to learn that lesson the hard way.

~3rd Person POV~

A young boy, around the age of 9 walks with an unusually cold face for a child wearing a blue hoodie with beige shorts and black sneakers. His expression isn’t the only eye catching thing about him, his eyes are quite simply breathtaking. Strikingly brilliant sky blue orbs. His short, fluffy white hair gently swaying in the breeze.

To passers by he seems like a relatively normal child with oddly spectacular looks but normal is not a word fit to describe this God.

Satoru Gojo decided to take a trip to Shibuya for no other reason than boredom. He knows it’s ‘dangerous’ because of the many, many bounties on his head but does he care? No, of course not.

Why would he care? He’s a ‘God’ right? All these fools are beneath him, besides its clear that none of them would even be a problem, he might be 9 but he knows his place in this world, he knows the ‘blessing’ he’s been born with and he knows how to use it -albeit not well- one glare is enough to dissuade anyone crazy enough to target him.

He can sense them all around him, thinking they’re hiding their cursed energy well but nothing can get past his six eyes, nothing.

~10 minutes earlier~

A young boy with long grey hair tied into a neat pony wearing a (f/c) shirt and (2/f/c) pants that are clearly too big for him and a pair of (f/c) boots steps out of a fancy black car in the middle of Shibuya. The 9 year old closes the door and the car drives off, left unattended which would be odd if he were just a boy, although his expression is somewhat normal for a boy his age, relatively bored, his eyes hidden by a pair of blacked out glasses with a circular frame.

He confidently makes his way through the busy streets, despite his small size he easily navigates a path through the much taller adults, some only sparing him a brief glance but none question why there’s a clear gap between him and everyone, a physically space none of them an seem to cross, naturally and absentmindedly moving around the boy to avoid it.

M/n Goto is aware of this gap as it’s intentional. He’s practicing although the few hungry pairs of eyes on him are distracting. M/n knows venturing out alone is ‘risky’ because of how valuable he is but hes a God isn’t he? Those fools are beneath him.

They’re clearly trying very hard to hide their cursed energy but alas it’s in vain, M/n sensed them following him since he left his estate. It’s not like any of them would be a problem for him, he knows his place in the world, he knows the ‘blessing’ he was born with and he knows how to use it -thanks to his loving father training him since he could walk-, one glare is enough to dissuade any idiotic enough to try and mess with a God, besides nothing can touch him without his permission, nothing.

~present time~

Destiny is a funny thing, many argue its existence.

If destiny exists then freedom cannot.

If freedom exists then destiny cannot.

Many argue its existence, many chose to deny its existence, they chose freedom.

The freedom of choice.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo do not believe in destiny.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo both chose to come to Shibuya today because they wanted to, they were bored and chose to do the riskiest thing by leaving unsupervised.

They both chose to walk this random street, they both decided they were tired of being followed and chose to turn around. A completely, random choice.

Completely random.

“Huh-?!”

“What-?!”

Time suddenly stops for two young, lonely, untouchable Gods.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo do not believe in destiny, so what is this feeling? Not the physical feeling of their shoulders colliding.

This sudden tug, this oddly familiar feeling like meeting a different version of yourself.

Luminous, sparkling sky blue orbs meet now uncovered blazing, blood red orbs and for the first time both are in absolutely awe of another’s appearance.

~M/n POV~

‘He- he bumped into me… his eyes… they’re… how did he-? This feeling… who is he, i feel like I should know… wait… he’s…’

~Satoru POV~

‘I didn’t sense him-? He touched me… i was sure i had it on… those eyes, they’re breathtaking… who is he? Why do i feel like I should know him? Wait… he’s…’

~3rd person POV~

“Cursed.” They both mumble at the same time causing both their eyes to widen, both taking a step back from the other.

The warm, carbon filled air suddenly feels a whole lot more suffocating, the feeling tugging at both of them gets stronger and they both know the other feels it.

It’s an odd sight, two unsupervised 9 year old standing in the middle of a busy Shibuya street just silently staring at each other in what can only be described as bewilderment.

For the longest time they’ve both believed them to have no equal. From the moment they opened their eyes they were forced to live in a word beneath them filled with people beneath them. They were put on pedestals so high no one else could ever hope to climb it and yet…

Their lonely pedestal is apparently bigger than they thought, all they had to do was turn around and be confronted with the other.

A shared pedestal is something everyone told them was impossible, they were born Gods among mortals, they were special, miracles, forever alone.

“Goto M/n…” M/n, finally regaining his brain, blurts out, feeling something he’s never felt before, nervous.

“Gojo Satoru…” Satoru eventually replies, having taken a few more seconds to recover and identify the unknown feeling in his chest, anxiety.

“We should probably lose them first before we talk…” M/n suggests, hesitantly turning his gaze away from Satoru and toward one of the groups of curse users currently hiding out in a tall building across the street with horror on their faces because the sheer amount of power coming from the two Gods is mind breaking.

Satoru turns his gaze towards another group hiding on a rooftop few building’s down with the same expression and hums in agreement. He slowly reaches out to grab M/n’s hand, he doesn’t know why but he just does.

The moment their skin makes contact they both jump, the feeling of physically touching another is so foreign, so intrusive yet so natural.

They quickly easy into the feeling, Satoru pulling M/n along and M/n following without complaint.

This action feels so normal it’s almost easy to forget the innocent looking 9 year old boys are running away from assassins hunting Gods not boys.

They both in this moment, forget they are Gods, they forget they are cursed, they both, even if only for a fleeting moment just feel like two normal boys, running freely through the streets of Shibuya, unsure of when they actually started running but unwilling to spend any time thinking about it.

They just run, the destination isn’t a concern to either of them and after running for what felt like both a lifetime and barely a second they stop in a dark, dirty alleyway, joyful laughter still bubbling from their chests as they catch their breath.

“Phew, I’m pretty sure we lost them.” Satoru comments as he leans against the wall, relaxing a bit more because he can’t sense anyone else.

“Hmm, it would be foolish of them to follow.” M/n adds, leaning on the opposite wall, also relaxing.

A short, comfortable silence envelopes the two Gods as their gazes lock, again being completely caught off guard by the other’s eyes. Millions of questions run through both of their minds, having finally found another like them is something they didn’t think possible , they were told it’s impossible.

“How… how did you touch me? Get past my barrier which I’m positive was active?” M/n asks incredulously, he should be absolutely horrified someone can bypass his technique but he isn’t.

Satoru looks at M/n in slight shock, now being made aware the other also had a barrier active at the time of contact.

“I… I don’t know, i also had a barrier active so maybe they cancelled out?” Satoru would have never thought he’d say that with such a casual tone, someone being able to bypass the one thing that makes him untouchable, he should see M/n as a threat but he doesn’t.

“So we both have a kind of barrier technique and they cancel out somehow… that should be horrifying right? Our one impenetrable defence rendered useless…” M/n’s voice drops to a low whisper but there’s no hint of defensiveness, simply taking in the fact he can be touched, he’s not unbeatable.

“It should but honestly it just makes me excited ya know?” Satoru chuckles, his eyes sparkling even more as his usual cold expression replaced a small grin, his heart is still pounding in his chest, the tugging feeling getting stronger the longer the talks to M/n.

M/n mirrors Satoru’s expression, feeling the same pounding in his chest, the tugging feeling moving his feet forward as he takes a seat on the floor next to Satoru, his barrier preventing his clothes from getting dirty. Satoru quickly joins him, activating his own barrier to stay clean.

Although both of them are just 9 years old, being born basically ‘God’s’ they naturally possessed some basic control of their techniques, both already having trained to use their techniques for a few hours none stop before they get tired.

“It is isn’t, my entire life I’ve been told no one would be able to challenge me and I thought how boring that sounds, they said I stand on a pedestal made for Gods and that I alone stand atop it, atop everyone else and then I thought how… lonely that sounded…” M/n says, pulling his legs to his chest as he rests his head on his knees, looking at his new found friend.

Satoru adopts the same pose, his mind and soul filled with pure joy as M/n speaks because he understands, he understands so well and he never thought someone else would understand.

“Mhm, they called me blessed my entire life, a miracle. Showering me in praises and gifts alike, telling me how special I am, how I’m better than everyone else. They also call me a God, put me on a pedestal too tall for a kid… They don’t see the view from the top, they don’t see how big and empty that pedestal is…”

M/n listens to Satoru, there’s something freeing in listening to him speak, like a weight lifted off his shoulders, the weight of being called the strongest and the loneliness that comes with it, a weight no 9 year old should even have to know about.

“Well it was big and empty but perhaps we can share it?” M/n asks with a hopeful tone, somehow already knowing he doesn’t really need to ask.

“I… I would like that. Our pedestal?” Satoru has never felt this type of excitement, the idea of sharing, being equal to someone else, of not being alone is enough to make him feel like a normal kid.

“Our pedestal.” M/n repeats, the word ‘our’ rolling off his tongue so naturally.

“So what do you normally do for fun? When you’re actually allowed to do what you want ?” Satoru asks, clearly excited to do whatever friends do when they hang out, he’s excited because he doesn’t really known what others do because he’s never bothered to pay attention to anyone else, they were beneath him so there was no point in getting to know them but now, now he’s never been more interested in another.

M/n grins, suddenly standing up and looking down at Satoru with a sparkles in his already spectacular eyes. Satoru still can’t believe he likes someone else’s eyes more than his own, his attention immediately glued on M/n. They both feel that tug again as M/n extends his hand towards Satoru, the idea of physical contact regardless of their barriers still seems so absurd but so enticing.

“Wanna find out?”

Satoru takes M/n’s hand, the unfamiliar warmth of another comforting their souls , penetrating their minds. M/n pulls Satoru up and their hands stay linked as they exit the alleyway, M/n leading the way, unknowingly staring the first chapter in a very long and dangerous book.

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@itsgivingitalian

[r-rizzo]

hi! your jon snow headcanon is fantastic! you could make an imagine of aemond targaryen, where he and targaryen!reader (who is daughter of viserys and alicent too) take a ride on their dragons and the reader rides VERMITHOR! in honor of your name. after taking a flight, they arrive on an island or something where they spend their time, lots of fluff and kissing! thank you. 💝💝

dragon moon. | aemond targaryen

❝ pairing: aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader.

❝ summary: aemond was never a lonely child, since he was always with his sister, the princess y/n targaryen, the second daughter of the second marriage of king viserys. since then, they have always been in love, that is why, on every full moon, they get together on trips on their dragons to show their love.

❝ warning: targcest, aemond being sweetbread with his lover, wild kisses and aemond's hands going elsewhere, vermithor is in love with vhagar, just two teenagers in love, a possibly mistranslated valyrian.

❝ note: this is my first request about aemond and i'm very excited! i want you to leave me your opinions on how i write, constructive criticism is always welcomed, especially if it is respectful. i hope you like it!

THE COLD night wind entered through your window, lifting the dress from your legs, getting you to wake up. you huffed in annoyance, sitting up quickly on the bed and rushing to slam the window shut.

you stood at the window, rubbed your eyes and looked at the stars that adorned the sky of king's landing. the stars seemed to throb when you looked at them, the wind that crashed against your window seemed to go slower and more delicate in your presence. and the moon, the beautiful bright full moon, seemed to grow brighter and brighter before your eyes.

until, before your very eyes, a shadow extinguished it for a moment, accompanied by a dragon's roar, "that dragon ate the moon" you thought, but it was physically impossible. vhagar crossed your field of vision, blocking the moon with her massive body.

you knew that your brother, aemond, rode vhagar on bright moonlit nights around the king's landing with the purpose of waiting for you, he did not dare to invite you, but he expected you.

so, without wasting any more time, you took a coat warm enough to fly on the back of your dragon and you left through the secret door of your room, which, for your convenience, it led directly to the dragon pit, where vermithor, the dragon you rode, was waiting for you.

your feet crunched under the dirt of the pit, you took the burning torch that was on the wall and made your way to vermithor. it was an easy dragon to tame from the stories your father had told you, you always wanted to tame an adult dragon, and vermithor had been gentle with you.

you had approached, with only seven years but great courage, to the place where the dragon waited. and when he saw you, he didn't roar or spit fire at you, he offered you his head to caress.

ever since, you knew vermithor was as much yours as king jaehaerys's. you had a special bond and everyone knew it, they knew it from the day they saw you flying king's landing on the back of a large hermit dragon.

while you remembered how you tamed your dragon, your path was over. you left the torch on the ground and approached in search of your dragon.

"skoriot issi ao, vermithor?" you called your dragon out of the darkness. you listened to his warm breath, until, peeking out of the dark pit, his nose approached your face. scaring you, but you knew that what he was looking for was simple affection. "nyke kesīr, dona zaldrīzes" you said between laughs, caressing and kissing vermithor's nose.

vermithor closed his fiery eyes at your touch, moving closer to you, rubbing his head against yours. "jikagon de ivestragī syt nykeā kipagon rūsīr vhagar" you said bluntly, moving away from him as he followed you from behind.

when you could see the moonlight on your face, you were already mounted on vermithor, who, after your order, ran until he took the impulse and rose into the air.

the wind moved your long white hair, you closed your eyes at the sensation of the cold hitting your face and you were grateful for having brought a coat with you. vermithor was not fast like the young dragons, but for you, his flight was just perfect. its bronze wings shimmered in the light, and you found their contrast fascinating.

"issa zaldrīzes" you listened to your side, you opened your eyes to meet aemond on vhagar, who seemed more excited than usual to be next to vermithor. you smiled at him, trying to get as close to him as possible, "issa jorrāelagon" you said and you could see how his eye became small when he smiled at you.

aemond felt complete with you, you were the woman he always loved, you were everything he was missing and, although he suffered a lot from not having a dragon, he had you, and that made him love you more.

you were with him when the velaryon boys gave him a pig and you defended him from aegon, you were with him when he took vhagar and when he lost his eye.

aemond not only lost his eye for a dragon, he lost it because you. when all the children rushed to hit him, you tried to defend him, but jacaerys prevented it, throwing you away from aemond and causing you to hit your head on the ground. that was enough for aemond.

and now, while vhagar and vermithor pass each other in the skies, he doesn't mind having only one eye, because he has you.

he has your laugh when you see vermithor trying to beat vhagar, he has you saying "my love" every day, afternoon and night, he has you loving him, and for him, it is enough.

after a long race, where according to the criteria of the two, each dragon had won, you arrived at the island where you always stopped, where you had shown your love more than once.

and it's not that you couldn't in the castle, of course you did, after all, aemond always told his mother that you would be his wife. but you enjoyed the moments alone, where no one could disturb you.

you let vermithor land on the ground, and when he stabilized, you got off his back, you saw the largest dragon in the world land a little ahead of you, but still, vhagar seemed unwilling to keep his distance from vermithor. as you approached its rider, who was down to earth, you caressed your dragon's long neck until you reached its nose, where you left a kiss.

"sȳz trabajo rūs" you said, leaving one last kiss on his nose. you turned completely away from him and walked towards aemond, who was making his way towards you as well.

"she is so beautiful" he thought, seeing how behind you, vermithor raised his wings towards the sky, and the cold wind behind him only clarified that the dragons would take a walk by themselves. when you were close, he wasted no time wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you so close that your chest hit his.

you laughed, but you put your arms around his neck and brushed his hair. you smiled at him, giving aemond a closer look at your smile and how your purple eyes grew small. he loved everything about you.

"you're beautiful" he said in a sigh, gently squeezing your waist, you smiled, bringing your nose close enough for them to caress "i love you, aemond" you said, placing your hands on his neck and bringing it closer to your lips.

"i love you too, y/n" he said, clasping his arms tightly behind your back and finally connecting his lips with yours. his lips were perfectly set, something that drove aemond crazy, your soft and cold lips made him more and more tense and how they moved fiercely against his made him lose control. whenever you kissed it was a battle, a battle between dragons and control.

your legs lost their stability when aemond began to pass one of his hands over your back, caressing it from top to bottom and leaving small squeezes against your waist. but god, his other hand was on your ass and he wasn't just rubbing it, he was squeezing it hard. he wanted you.

you did not know when, but you were on the ground and aemond on you. desperate to rip your clothes off when his hands rushed to take your coat off. but not even the heat that he made you feel, you could forget the cold.

"aemond" you said, peeling your lips against his and pushing your hands against his chest. his eye scans you, thinking of possible harm. "did i hurt you?" he asked and you denied with a smile "so what's wrong, my love?" his hand reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

you breathed heavily, needing the air that kiss had taken from you. "it's too cold to do it here, my prince" he smiled and nodded, understanding your reason but not giving up "i can try to keep you warm" his hand found its place between your thighs, but even though you wanted it, you couldn't.

"we are immune to fire, not cold" you said, kissing his nose and sitting down. aemond got off of you and sat down, but he took you with him until he had you on his lap, his forehead found yours, closing his eye to your breath.

"we can continue later" you said and he nodded, took the coat he had taken from you and put it on your shoulders, wrapped his arms around you and rested your head on his neck.

"if my wife wants to continue later, that's how it will be"

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[unhappy-last-resort]

What Lovers Do (Yandere Roland x GN Reader)

Warnings: non con, implied past non con, smut, no mention of readers genitalia, implied bondage, penetration, use of lubricant, slight spoilers for future chapters but if you don't know then you can't tell

A/N: I started this at 4 AM this morning, apologies if the writing is a bit stiff I kinda wanted to get something quick out.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome and I hope you enjoy.

Status: Edited

"Then...can you tell me if I'm performing or being genuine right now?" The question was thrown at you with a chuckle and a certain glint in his eye, like he was a gambler about to win a bet. That should have been your first warning to say no, or better yet say nothing at all.

"I think..." It was less of a thought and more of a hope at the time. "You're being genuine." You spoke softly, as though you might shatter something if you spoke too loud despite your silly costume and unique setting. The maze you had cleared together now behind you, faux flower petals gently danced in the air above you. Despite the mechanoids of Constellia lacking a complete understanding of human aesthetics and choices, their imitation of them never failed to impress you.

In return, Roland gave a hearty laugh as he closed the distance between you two. "Is that so, Babylonian Commandant?" He reached his hand up and before you could stop him, you were stripped of your Sharksphere-esc head, leaving your face in his full view.

He held your chin gently, yet firm enough to hold you in place as he leaned in close, "Since I'm being genuine, why don't we commit ourselves to one another and do something only lovers do?" He whispered with a small smirk that barely contained his excitement.

While you had momentarily forgotten the differences between constructs and humans, but Roland was quick to remind you as he pulled you towards him, his other hand going straight to your crotch causing you to gasp and swat his hand away, which he ignored in favor of teasing you with his fingers.

"Roland, wha-"

"Shhhh...." He hushed you gently, as if he was consoling an upset child. "It's alright, just follow my lead and everything will be easier." You tried to push him away to no avail, it felt like you were trying to push a wall. Your struggling meant nothing to him as he held you tightly enough to keep you in place, but not so much that it was painful.

Despite yourself, you could feel your body responding in kind to his deceptively gentle touches and the occasional fleeting kiss on your skin as he whispered little words of praise or comfort to you, steadily drawing you into your first unsteady orgasm of the day.

Which led you to now, your costume and pants stripped from you and his artificial cock buried deep inside of you as he held you pinned to the floor, his black coating making him look like a wraith among the sea of pink and purple hues. It was so swift that you hadn't the chance to process what he was doing before your eyes widened and a stilted cry left your lips at the sudden intrusion. His faint scent of roses making your head spin as your walls spasm around him, struggling to adjust to him.

"Shhhh, Mon Chér it'll feel better soon, just wait." Roland held your cheek, making you look into his heterochronic eyes. One the color of the color of the sun and one the color of blood. Both looking at you almost sympathetically, had it not been for the subtle glee in his eyes you might've believed that sympathy to be true.

Before you could muster a reply, he very gently thrusted into you. It was clear now that he had slipped a lubricant on you amidst your earlier distraction of his insistent kisses as he removed your pants, easing your walls into accepting the stretch as each inch slowly sunk into you.

"This isn't..." You shut your eyes tightly as he slowly thrusted into you again, more lubricant this time than the last quickly turning the initial pain into pleasure. "This isn't what lovers do."

Roland raised a brow, his hips pulling back only to steadily push into you once more, reaching deeper with the help of the lubricant as you heaved an unsteady sigh. The sensation wasn't as painful as you'd hoped. "Isn't this what lovers do in a place like this?" Another drag of his cock easily had your body relaxing against the colorful floor of the venue. Empty chairs watching you both from a short distance away.

"They'd say their vows and consummate their love, ensuring they always love one another until the end of time?" His hold on your wrists had a grown a little tighter as a squelching sound filled the silence between you. You could feel arousal heightening your senses and making your body receptive to his actions despite you wishing it wouldn't.

Roland smiles sickeningly sweet as he leans in, your faces mere breaths apart. "You want this too, I can tell." He whispers before placing small kisses on the corner of your mouth. You take in a breath, about to protest before his eyes narrow slightly and a sudden thrust of his hips takes your breath away and leaves your mind buzzing with pleasure.

He kisses your face a few times, humming in satisfaction with your silence as he sets a steady pace inside you. Each thrust making his tip hit that place that had you seeing stars. If you didn't know any better, you would say it was almost with practiced precision, like he knew every inch of you better than you could ever hope to know yourself.

You can feel the smile on his lips as he decorates your neck with kisses, his iron grip on your wrists never once loosening. "You know, I was surprised when you contacted me." He whispers breathlessly, lightly nipping at your skin as your unsteady breaths turn into squeaks and moans. "I was certain this was a mere trap, or something so important it had left you desperate to achieve your goal no matter who you had to do it with." At that moment, a chime sounds and the doors leading to the exit of the maze open and all you can do is stare at it through glossy eyes as pleasure hits you like a wave with every thrust of his hips.

Roland chuckles again as he looks down at you, a gloating smile playing on his lips as he watches you fall apart, your human desires overtaking any protest or fight you might've had. "But when I came here and found out that you were simply naive enough to seek company from your enemy, well..." He drifts off, as his hips start slamming into yours with something that mimicked reckless abandon yet lacked the recklessness, being more akin to something designed for squeezing every little bit of pleasure out of you. "I couldn't help myself. How could an actor like me resist such an interesting plot?"

You jerk suddenly, your eyes seeing white as an orgasm crashes into you, leaving you dizzy in its wake as Roland's thrusts don't slow down or stop for a second. "You are such an interesting human. Like a blooming flower on a battlefield, I can't help wanting to pick it up and keep it for myself." He whispers with an edge, each brutal thrust of his hips making you writhe underneath him as your pleas are reduced to senseless babbling.

He leans in, your foreheads resting against each other and in this moment his expression falls away into something softer, almost loving. "We spent so much time arguing amongst ourselves, but seeing you like this makes everything we've done worth it." His voice sounds soft and raw, like a confession whispered only for his ears.

"C-can't...what..." Roland smiles and cups your cheek with his hand, freeing one of your wrists now that you can't struggle. His thumb brushes your bottom lip and it sickens you how genuinely happy he looks, his eyes full of adoration as the gentlest smile plays on his lips.

"I love you so much, you have no idea how many nights and days I spent on this Earth yearning for something to truly call mine." His pace becomes faster, any embers of your sanity fading with each slap of skin as the body heat of the construct above you rises. "And now, I can finally say..."

He grunts, his body shuddering as his eyes snap closed, a growl reverberating in his chest as he struggles to hold something back. "I can finally say..." His voice module strains as he arches into you, his cock somehow reaching deeper as he places messy kisses along your neck before he brings his face back up to yours again.

"I love you." His whispered words can barely register before his lips crash into yours, his eyes open to drink in every expression you make as he moans into the kiss. Your hips instinctively buck up into his as something hot coats your insides, he gives a final thrust to make sure you take every last drop of what he has to give and the sensation is enough to make your back arch as your second orgasm takes you.

He kisses you again and again, barely letting you breath as his other hand abandons your wrist and settles to hold your hip instead. "You have no clue how long I've wanted this to be true. Even if this is just a dream, or a play, I'm tired of playing to the audience's whims." He sounds ecstatic and desperate as he wraps his arms around and lifts you up as he slowly stands with cock still buried inside you, as if his previous orgasm meant nothing to him.

"Where are..." You slump against him, your head resting on his shoulder. You could barely speak, only just now having been given the privilege of breathing as you're vaguely aware he's walking, colors and light shifting around you in a blur.

"A proper place to continue our act, of course." He says as if it's obvious and kisses your forehead. "I'm not done yet." You're vaguely aware you're indoors again, a small living space greeting you, or perhaps you always were and you were too tired to notice.

"I hope this is to your taste," Roland says with his usual bravado. "Because we'll be here for a while." The bedroom door opens, revealing a bed illuminated by surrounding candles and the glitters of chains tied to its bedposts.

[gwynniethenymph]

Do you think so? Part 1.

Pairing: Azriel x Gwyneth Berdara.

Word count: 1212 words.

Notes: Sooo... here is jealous Azriel and a one shot that accidentally became a two chapter story! I'm very nervous about posting this since it's the first story I write in years, but I'm also very excited. Constructive criticism is very welcomed! Don't know if I should post this in ao3, but I'll think about it. Also, Azriel is very, very bad at feelings in this first part.

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"Is it normal for the sun to be so... bright?” Cassian complained for the fifth time in an hour. Azriel only stared at him. His shadows writhed in agitation too, but there was little he could do.

The Summer Court offered oceans of the purest water and clear, hot days. Oddly enough, the Shadowsinger sometimes appreciated this kind of weather, though Illyrian leathers were unbearable in the heat. He missed his leathers.

Despite the initially pleasant atmosphere, the air around them crackled with raw power and fear. War was imminent, and so was betrayal, hence the week-long Courts Meeting. The Spymaster just couldn’t understand why war meetings were disguised as luxurious balls and quick alliances as amicable friendships.

“Courtier's shit,” Rhys had answered with a scoff. They needed to keep the common people calm while orchestrating swift relocations to the south, far from the borders between Spring and the Human Lands. The urgency of such activities was probably the only reason Tarquin tolerated Cassian's presence.

Azriel had plenty of work to do as well, trying to keep his High Lord informed of every glance and conversation. He sighed. It would be easier if that devilish, mischievous little nymph wasn’t so damn... distracting. And offensively good at her job.

With the growing popularity of the Valkyries Division and her remarkable contribution against the Illyrian Revolution, Gwyn had become a respected and well-known name across Prythian. According to Amren, she was also quick-witted, well-versed in history and politics, and "strikingly beautiful". Before understanding her line of thought, Azriel had agreed and added how good of a spy the priestess was.

As a result, Gwyn had been assigned to secure Tarquin's alliance and friendship. Considering how closely they danced at the moment, Azriel thought he might have to remind her of the "friendship" part. Or perhaps punch Tarquin and get himself banned from Summer.

It would be worth it, though.

The dark-skinned High Lord held the Valkyrie against his chest, one hand around her slim waist as they spun. The silk of Gwyn's gown resembled a cobalt ocean, the halter neckline exposing the toned muscles of her freckled arms. If she were closer, he would see her huge, mesmerizing eyes lined with gold and her pink, plump lips. She looked like a siren from the tales Azriel’s mother used to tell him—a beauty like no other, ready to enchant unsuspecting sailors and drag them to the depths of the sea.

Tarquin looked quite happy in his "sailor" position. Azriel would be happy too. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, couldn't ignore the pang in his chest. Gwyn had become too important to him in the last few years, their time together reserved not only for training and sparring, but for the deepest conversations he’d ever had, for silly jokes and friendly flirting.

Well, he had believed the flirting was not that friendly anymore, but as Nesta and Emerie giggled and whispered about the dancing couple, the Shadowsinger concluded he must have been wrong. As that terrible, awful dance ended and Gwyn separated from the High Lord with a courtesy, Azriel found himself relaxing, his shoulders dropping for a mere moment before he realized how many heads turned towards her.

“Twenty and seven, Singer.”

“What?”

“Twenty and seven males turned their heads to look at Our Light, Singer. Would you be interested in knowing the number of females too?”

Azriel sighed. “No, thank you.”

“Twenty and three females turned their heads to look at Our Light, Singer.”

“Okay, no more counting.”

“This equals fifty heads turned. Dismissing, of course, the heads that didn’t need to be turned because they were already looking in Our Light’s direction, Singer. This includes your head, Singer.”

Azriel gritted his teeth. “Please go check on the Vanserras.”

“Of course, Singer.”

As his shadows went silent and the Spymaster sighed, Gwyn reached the group with a smile. The golden sunlight streaming through the tall, arched windows hit her eyes, making them seem like a gateway to the shallow seas of Adriata. Emerie and Nesta grabbed each of her arms and proceeded to gossip and giggle:

"Who could imagine Tarquin uses dancing as a form of foreplay?" Lady death grinned, mischievously.

Even the tips of Gwyn's ears went red, her eyes going wide "It- it was not! We just danced. Like... friends. Very good friends."

Emerie snickered wildly "I am your friend for longer and never received this type of treatment. You are hurting my feelings."

"Oh, shush. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, but I know, Gwynnie. He looked at you the same way I do when you look too pretty."

Gwyn's mouth went slightly agape. "Wouldn't that make the look even more... friendly?"

Cassian, who had been observing the conversation, pointedly looked at his mate and nodded. "Wouldn't it, Nesta?"

Caught in the act, Nesta cleared her throat before uttering a simple, "No". Gwyn considered her friend for a moment before shaking her head.

Azriel expected her to say the relationship with Tarquin - and, well, Nesta - was nothing but friendly. That their were all going insane and seeing things that weren't there. He expected her to shrug it off. Instead, Gwyn's eyes glinted with interest.

"I'm not going to dive into your last comment, but... You think so? That he looks at me... like that?"

The two Valkyries looked at Gwyn like she had just convinced Helion to give them a pegasus. Azriel's shadows were whispering about murder and something else the Spymaster couldn't quite catch given the zooming in his ears. His fists and jaw were clenched so tightly he feared it may break. She... she truly liked Tarquin?

"SO YOU LIKE HIM!"

As if it was possible, Gwyn went even more red. "Perhaps, but-"

Azriel couldn't help himself from murmuring "That's not what you should be worried about."

Gwyn's eyes found his "Oh. I- Sorry?"

He shouldn't be saying this. It was only meant to hurt her like he was hurting. But, again, he simply couldn't help himself. "I said you shouldn't be worried about silly romantic... whatever. You have a job to do, and seducing Tarquin is not a part of it."

Their small group went deadly silent, Nesta shooting death glares at him. "I... I was not trying to... seduce him. I'm doing my job perfectly well."

Between the hurt he saw in her eyes before, there was anger emerging. One he matched quite well. "Well, then keep your- your heart and feelings out of it. And your body at least a few inches separated from his."

This time, her mouth was fully agape. Gwyn stuttered from a moment, trying to find an answer, when Tarquin suddenly surged behind her.

"Gwyn? Is this a good moment? There's something I want to show you."

She turned around to face the High Lord and, before Azriel could growl at him or stop her, one of his shadows - the only one that actually listened to the Shadowsinger sometimes - nervously darted across his face, whispering about something about Beron.

Azriel turned around, scanning the room in search of the Autumn High Lord, only to find him having a mildly heated conversation with Helion. But when he returned to excuse himself from the group, Gwyn and Tarquin were gone.

[andradrawsstuff]

Gonna start posting bits of my fanfic here since I’ve been working on it for a bit now ✨

This is a sorta continuation/au of the movie franchise set after the penguins movie, since the TV show is considered an au and it inspired me to think of my own thing

I'm still working on writing most of it but I'll post the chapters separately so that this post doesn't get ridiculously long, and I'll link them here ✨

This is my first proper fanfic, so constructive criticism is welcome :)

-The Rise of Dr Blowhole-

Synopsis

Still travelling around with the circus and bored out of their minds, the four penguins seek out a special element core that can upgrade their train to kill some time. As they steal what they are looking for from an unfortunate victim, they unknowingly kick off what is to become the greatest rivalry they have ever known – against the mad scientist Doctor Blowhole. As they now have to deal with the consequences of their actions, they scramble across the US in a cat-and-mouse game of who catches who first, recruiting a familiar companion along the way and re-evaluating their entire past three years.

A bit of swearing in some chapters

Slight skilene later on, but nothing major

I finally gave my OC Otto a role lol

Uhhhh I think that's it for now, enjoy :)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 1: Pondering life and other matters

The golden sun bathed the green hills of California in a warm bliss. Sunrise. The most beautiful thing one could witness, as well as the sound of birds chirping and-

“I like to move it, move it! I like to move it, move it! Ya like to move it, move it! I like to – MOVE IT!!”

The lush landscape was shunned by a cacophony of lemurs yelling and dancing at dawn, as their train sliced out of the rocky mountains towards the green hills. By that time, the entire circus had been rudely woken up… apart from two feathery friends who were already up and eyeing their locomotive in contemplation.

“But will it work, man?” Boomed their leader, the one and only Skipper.

“Uhhh… well, that all depends on whether I can get my hands on a very special element core, also known as-“

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Skipper interrupted Kowalski. “Just make it work, or I might start kicking people off this train out of boredom.”

The truth is, the penguins already started to find their new circus life a little… dull. In hindsight, it was fun travelling around the world, racking up chaos wherever they set foot. But they also had a big responsibility to maintain and organise the circus they so regrettably purchased, which was… not fun. Alex would practically beg Skipper to take them here, take them there, and take them absolutely everywhere, which Skipper quickly grew tired of. It had been a year since their adventures with Dave and the North Wind. In fact, it’s quite a miracle that the penguins lasted here that long without legging it. So, to kill time, they invented crazy contraptions and pulled increasingly daring schemes to suppress their boredom. This invention was no different than any other.

Skipper sighed and turned to look out the window towards the changing landscape, as ABBA’s SOS played in the background. Kowalski’s choice, no doubt. The vast greenness of the landscape transformed into a deep blue, as they neared the Oakland Bay Bridge of San Fransisco. Skipper had already started to lose himself in a trance, only to be interrupted by a sudden BANG.

“Skipper! Can you see it?” Alex burst through the door, startling the daydreaming bird. “Can you see the bridge? I’ve always wanted to go to San Francisco! And now we’re here!”

“Fish and chips, man! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Barked Skipper. He had a tendency to get jump scared if he wasn’t fully aware of his surroundings.

Alex scans the room in embarrassment as Skipper and Kowalski glared at him, whilst the other two had been rudely awoken by the shouting.

“Huh? A-are we there yet?” stuttered a delirious Private, as Rico simply smacked back down into his pillow.

“No.” Skipper replied coldly. “Do any of you hippies know how to knock? Or contain your excitement?” He continued.

Alex attempted to apologize, but he had already been ushered out by the bird. Perhaps if his daydream hadn’t been interrupted, he may not have been left in such a grumpy state. It also didn’t help that the haunting racket of “I Like To Move It” was looming ever so closer.

“Wake up, boys. We’re almost there.” Sighed Skipper. “And Rico, confiscate Ringtail’s Boombox, I’m starting to get sick of this song.” He sternly added.

Rico grunted sleepily as he made his way down the train cars. Kowalski tinkered with the train controls, and Private stretched his sleepiness away. The light grew dim as they entered the underwater railway tunnel, nearing their destination.

“Get ready, boys… we’re almost there.”

[tswaney17]

I Do Bad Things with You - Part 43

It's aliveeeeeee!!! 🙌 I can't even begin to describe how off my game I've been trying to write. I've had the entirety of IDBTWY written for months, but I honestly hated my writing, and editing was such a chore. I'm still not completely in love, but we need to push past so we can finally close this beast. I am slowly working through my creative drought, and hope to have some consistent content coming soon!

Also, credit to @123moiaussi for the "superseed" comment. 😉

My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics​​​

My ao3 account: tswaney17

Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

Word Count: 6,187

Elain was sitting in the waiting room of the OBGYN office, knee bouncing nervously. This was her first-trimester check-up and she just wanted to make sure that everything was okay. Her nausea had been pretty awful over the last few weeks and she had grown excessively tired—to the point that she had to talk with Thesan about reducing her surgical procedures so she could keep a clear head.

She hated having to do that, not wanting to disappoint her boss just after she reached her attending level earlier that year. But Thesan took it in stride, helping to arrange her schedule to fit what she was comfortable doing and ensuring she had time to take proper meal breaks and rest when she needed it. He rearranged schedules and let her take on leading the resident interns full-time, allowing her to take some of the stress off by guiding them through procedures and running the ER.

He had come into her hospital room after she collapsed to check on her, and she knew she couldn’t keep it from him after what had happened in the operating room. Her boss had been ecstatic, congratulating them both.

It had been about a month since they found out they were pregnant, and she was now sitting at around seven and a half weeks along. She and Azriel decided to keep the news to themselves until she reached week twelve, just to play it safe, and Elain wished she could say they had been successful in their endeavors. But, her boss knew, and Viviane knew. The Moonbeam twins found out two weeks ago when she and Fenrys had exited the elevator of their building and Connall’s breakfast sandwich sent her hurdling for the nearest trashcan. Fen had been quick to slide her hair back, holding it above her head as she heaved. Stepping off the elevator a few minutes later, a startled and confused Azriel took in the sight of Connall and then heard her retching. He instantly was at her side, taking her hair from Fenrys, and running his hand down her back.

“What is in that sandwich,” he demanded.

Blind-sighted, Con rambled out ingredients. “Bacon, cheese, spinach, and egg.”

Elain gagged at the word egg, her stomach violently rolling from the name. “Get rid of it,” she moaned, still leaning into the disgusting garbage.

The dark-haired twin had swallowed the remains of his meal in three large bites.

It took effort to push herself off the trash bin, falling into the comforting embrace of Az’s strong arms that he wrapped around her.

He cupped the side of her face, tucking her under his chin, and let her thumb swoop over the apple of her cheek, the touch gentle and soothing. “Do you want your tea,” he murmured, lips pressing into her hair.

Unable to voice it answer, she dipped her chin.

Fenrys was already on the ground before them, pulling her coffee mug from her bag that she dropped and handing it to Azriel.

Her husband brought the mug up to her lips and allowed her to sip, the peppermint hitting her stomach and calming the raging sea. His hazel eyes glanced at her, a question simmering in them, and read the answer she didn’t even need to speak. “Elain’s pregnant,” he told the twins. “It’s still very early and we’re trying to keep it close to the chest for now, but please don’t bring eggs anywhere near her.”

Her body shuddered at that damn word again, but she managed to gain enough strength to pull herself from Azriel’s arms as she faced the Moonbeam brothers. “Sorry about that,” she said and felt her husband tense as she apologized for being sick. He’d been wildly adamant that she not apologize for the nausea, the cravings, or anything else she needed of him or anyone else. Not after having a meltdown because he went and got her something she asked for, only to start craving something else when he was out and feeling utterly ridiculous about it.

Connall seemed to snap from his shock first. “Congratulations to you both. And I apologize for the sandwich. I won’t bring anything around that has—”

“Please don’t say the word or I might hurl again,” she interrupted, fingertips touching her mouth like she’d hold it back. Fuck, even just the name of it sent her body quaking from the queasiness.

Fen chuckled. “Noted. Is there anything else that sets you off we should be made aware of?”

She shook her head no. “Nothing else that I know of yet.”

He nodded, a charming smile spreading his lips. “Let us know if anything changes. And congratulations on the pregnancy. I’m so happy for you both.”

And she could see it, the joy radiating on both of their faces. It made her heart swell with love for the two men who would likely become Uncle Fen and Uncle Con to their child.

The door opening caught her attention, pulling her from her reverie, and she met the gaze of the nurse who’d come to collect her. Elain glanced back at the elevator, waiting for her husband to show up. He was running late—something that was so very unlike him, which only added to her anxiety. She returned her attention to the nurse. “Can you give him another couple of minutes?”

It wasn’t the first time she asked to delay her appointment and knew it couldn’t continue much longer.

The nurse—Maria as her name badge read—gave her a sad smile. “We really can’t delay much longer. There are a few appointments behind you.”

“Just a couple of minutes,” Elain practically begged.

Maria hedged, shuffling from foot to foot, uncomfortable by the request, but was saved from having to deny her by the elevator door sliding open and Azriel rushing out.

He was at her side instantly, taking her arm to help her stand as if she couldn’t do it herself. Elain had to remind him on occasion that she was not yet showing and could still move about the house without his assistance. “I’m so sorry I’m late. There was an accident downtown and I got caught right in the middle of traffic. I’ll leave a half hour earlier next time.” He leaned down to brush his lips to her cheek.

His presence immediately calmed her and she leaned into his touch.

Azriel, always in tune with her feelings, didn’t miss how she settled into him as they followed the nurse back, his arm slinking around her waist so he could touch his mouth to her ear. “Are you all right?” he asked her. Nothing ever got by him.

She nodded but knew he hadn’t bought it. Still, he let it slide, caressing her arm in a soothing gesture. The nurse took all her vitals and then handed her a gown to change into before the doctor arrived. Az helped her slip it on, tying the strings together for her before assisting her onto the table.

“You’re nervous,” he commented now that they were alone.

Elain blew out a breath. “A bit.”

He swept his thumb over her cheek. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know to be honest. Just want to make sure everything is growing healthy in there,” she said, patting her still-flat stomach. “No surprises.”

Az chuckled, kissing her temple. “I have no doubts that we have a healthy baby, love. Try not to fret.” His words seemed to calm her as she relaxed back onto the table.

A knock on the door announced the arrival of her doctor and she took a moment to introduce herself to her husband, shaking his hand.

“Okay, let’s get started. Elain, if you wouldn’t mind putting your feet into the stirrups.”

She took out the ultrasound wand, spreading lube on the tip, and Elain couldn’t help but smile at her husband’s confused face.

“All right, my dear. You should feel a little pressure,” her doctor said.

“I’m sorry, but I thought she was getting an ultrasound. What is that?” Azriel questioned.

Elain snorted lightly. “Az, it’s a transvaginal ultrasound. It goes inside, not on my belly.”

His eyes widened. “Well, the three baby books I’ve read didn’t discuss the differences in ultrasound types.”

Doctor Chen raised her brows. “You’ve read three baby books already?”

He shrugged. “I just like to be prepared.”

“You’re going to be a great father.”

The comment seemed to startle her husband. “Just because I’ve read a few books?”

Chen’s lips turned up at the corner. “Mr. Archeron-Knight, I can barely get most fathers to read one, let alone three. And before she’s even through the first trimester. Believe me when I say that I can tell who’s going to be well-adjusted to handling fatherhood.” Giving him a wink, she slipped the wand inside, making Elain’s grip on Azriel’s hand tighten slightly.

“All right, here we are,” Doctor Chen said, clicking a few buttons on the keyboard to bring up the monitor. A pitter-patter sound filled the air as she located the baby’s heartbeat.

Tears sprung into her eyes as that beautiful, perfect, innocent noise washed over her and she glanced up at her husband to see him sharing the same look as her. He leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips, the special moment between them growing with the touch of his mouth against hers.

“And here is your baby,” Chen announced, pointing to a little blip on the screen.

Elain’s dark gaze stared at that spot on the screen, feeling like her heart was about to burst with happiness. But when her eyes slid to her doctor, seeing the furrow in her brow, that joy dropped like a rock in her stomach.

Her doctor let out a small noise of contemplation, enough to catch Azriel’s attention. “What is it?” he asked, voice laced with demand and worry.

A few clicks on her keyboard had the screen adjusting, zooming out just slightly. She repositioned the wand inside of her, making her body tense. “Well, I think we should discuss multiple births. Because that right there,” she said, pointing to another blip on the screen, “is a second fetus.” She clicked a button again and two very distinct heartbeats surrounded them. Chen turned to look at them with a smile. “You’re having twins.”

If Elain thought her heart was racing before, it was absolutely pounding now, the sound rushing in her ears. Because there was just no way, no way, right? Twins? Twins! Her head swiveled to look up at her husband. “You and your fucking superseed!” she snarled.

“Elain!” Azriel chastised, looking torn between being guilty of impregnating her with two kids and amused about her foul language in front of the doctor. Mostly the latter.

Chen just laughed. “I’ve told many expecting parents they’re having twins over the years, but that was, by far, the best reaction I’ve ever seen.”

She had the decency to at least look embarrassed as she apologized to her doctor for her outburst, but she just waved her off.

After snapping a few pictures, she pulled the wand out, cleaned her up, and set the printed sonogram photos on the counter for them. “Everything looks good, Elain. You’re growing at an optimum level. I’ll go ahead and prescribe you some anti-nausea medicine that you can take in the morning and before bed for as long as you need it. Unless there are any concerns, you’re free to get dressed. The nurse at the front will schedule you for your next appointment.”

The door clicked shut softly behind her as she left and Elain felt the silence between her and Azriel like a weight on her chest.

He helped her sit up, but before she could slide off the table, he stepped in front of her, finger hooking under her chin to force her gaze to his. “Hey,” he said softly like he was afraid anything louder might startle her. “El, love, I know this is scary, but we can do this.”

“Twins, Azriel. Two kids. As in one whole being more than we even were planning for.”

His mouth quirked up at her zealous explanation. “I’m well aware of how twins work, baby.”

She glared at him for the comment.

But he ignored it, leaning down to capture her mouth in a sweet kiss. “Twins mean two beautiful children of our own. Twins mean twice the amount of love we will have. Twice the amount of joy they will be bringing into our lives. If there is anyone who can take on the challenge of having twins, it’s us. Don’t ever doubt that.”

His words settled inside of her, soothing the jagged worries of her heart into something perfectly beautiful. His confidence, his strength…it was exactly what she needed at that moment and he knew it.

Elain let out a heavy breath. “You’re changing all the diapers.”

He barked out a laugh, folding her into his arms. “I’m okay with that.”

~~~

They decided to wait until she reached the fifteen-week mark before they told their family the news. Azriel was ready to burst at week nine, but she managed to hold him off until now with just a little bit of persuasion.

A surprise to both of them was when Elain didn’t have her head in the toilet, she was horny as fuck. Azriel was running hard to keep up with her impressive sex drive. And that was saying something.

He reached out and took her hand across the center console, thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Are you nervous?” he asked, bringing the back of her palm to his lips.

She glanced at him, a soft smile pulling at her mouth. “No. I’m excited. I want to tell everyone about them.” Her hand rubbed over her swollen belly. Swollen was probably the best way to describe her appearance. Truthfully, she looked like she indulged in a very large, carb-based meal of pasta and was extremely bloated from it. Which, to be fair, with Azriel’s amazing skills in the kitchen, it was a fair assessment.

Elain opened her purse and slipped out the sonogram she had a few days before. The one that told them what they were having. Her eyes welled up with tears as her fingers stroked the black-and-white image. She was so blissfully happy. “I’m glad that they’re healthy. That was all I cared about.”

Az kissed the backside of her palm again. “Me too. And I’m happy they’ll be close to Sutton’s age so they can grow up together.”

“Do you think Feyre and Rhys will start thinking about having kids?” she asked, curious if he thought their other siblings might be feeling a touch of the baby fever.

He shrugged. “If they weren’t talking about it before, I’d say they will be now. Rhys has been wanting kids since practically in high school. He always wanted to be a father; better than his, though he wasn’t anything compared to mine.” The words hung between them for a minute before he asked her, “Do you have concerns about me becoming my father?” His voice dropped to a near whisper. Almost as if he were afraid of her answer.

Elain looked at him in shock. “Azriel, gods no. I know exactly the kind of father you’ll be, and it will not even remotely look like what you were given.”

His lips quirked up at the corner. “Yeah? And what kind of a father do you think I’ll be?”

She twisted in her seat to face him better. “You’re going to be the most devoted father because you’re already the most devoted husband. You’ll dote on those kids until they never have a wish or dream unfulfilled. You will love them fiercely—I mean, you already do and they’re still in my stomach,” she giggled lightly, rubbing her belly. “They are going to be the most spoiled children.”

At that, he laughed. “I can’t say you’re wrong. I don’t think I will be able to say ‘no’ to them at all.”

“Azriel, you can’t even tell me no,” she deadpanned.

“It’s just not in my vocabulary when it comes to you.”

Elain shook her head, eyes rolling as she twisted back in her seat to face forward again. She could see the restaurant down the street where they were meeting their siblings for lunch to tell them the news. “Well, I’m not going to take on the mean parent role just because you can’t say no.” She fiddled with her purse, sliding the image back inside. “We may need to find an alternative—” Screeching tires caught her attention and then she screamed, “Azriel! Watch out!”

The car lurched, sending her head sideways to slam against the side window. The last thing she heard was shattering glass as another car collided with them before everything went dark.

~~~~~

Azriel’s eyes blinked open, ears ringing loud enough to make him wince. His body ached across his chest and waist from the seat belt and as he shifted himself, he could tell nothing was seriously injured. Thankfully. He looked over at his wife, fear locking his heart in a deadly force. “Elain,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

Her head lay against the back of the seat, lulled to the side. She had a gash on her forehead, blood dribbling down her temple, and most of her right arm was scratched up from the shattered glass.

He tried to unbuckle his belt, but the damn thing was stuck. Pulling the knife Ruhn had gotten him from his pocket, he cut the fabric, releasing him, then reached over and did the same to Elain’s belt. A scarred hand slid to her cheek, cupping it gently, and then moved down to her throat, searching for his worst nightmare.

The relief he felt when her heartbeat pattered against his fingertips was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. “Elain,” he tried again, moving his palm back to her face. “Elain, sweetheart, open your eyes for me.” His tone took on a desperate sound as he willed her to wake.

Movement caught his eye, the sound of tires crunching on glass flooded him and he looked out the window to see the car that hit them, pulling back and fleeing. “Motherfucker,” he cursed, realizing that this was an intended accident. He had managed to jerk the wheel so Elain didn’t take the brunt of the impact, but it still slammed into the back door, shattering all the windows on her side.

A burning rage built in his gut, one that could not—would not—be stifled without blood. Whoever ordered this hit…

They were as good as dead.

Azriel refocused on his wife, fingers sweeping over her skin. He shoved that wrath building inside of him down until it was a flickering ember, something for him to let rage once he knew she was okay. “Elain, come on. Open your eyes for me.” He gently tapped her cheek, trying to get her to look at him. “Please, love. I need you to open your eyes. Elain.”

A groan passed through her lips, sending tears of relief cascading over his cheeks as her eyelids began fluttering.

“El, baby,” he cried, swooping his thumb across her smooth skin. He collected the soft sounds coming from her parted lips like precious gems, thanking every god for each one.

“Az.” Her voice cracked on his name. “What happened?” she asked, still coming into consciousness.

He shuffled closer, leaning over the center console to kiss her temple with a gentleness he reserved only for her. “We were in an accident, love. I need you to stay still until help gets here.” He felt her pulse kick up under his palm.

Elain’s breathing turned short. “Azriel…” her voice shook in fear. “Az, the babies.”

His heart wrenched, hoping and praying that everything was all right. After all that they had been through, he didn’t think he could handle the world taking something else away from her. From them. But despite his fear, he remained calm, knowing she needed to as well. “Everything is going to be okay,” he promised. “I hear the sirens, love. Help is almost here.”

The words didn’t seem to abate her as she continued to shake. “Please,” she cried, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes and dribbling down her cheeks. “Check if I’m bleeding.”

Azriel knew she needed to know—would not breathe steadily until she did. He placed his hand on the inside of her thigh, sliding up until he reached her panties. Feeling her for any sort of wetness. Any stickiness that would confirm to him there was blood.

She was dry.

There weren’t words to describe how thankful he felt for that confirmation. “No blood,” he told her, pulling his hand out from underneath her dress to show her his clean fingers.

Elain released a sob, her tense body relaxing slightly.

He shushed her, kissing her temple again. “You’re okay,” he murmured, wanting to do everything in his power to reassure her. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Two firetrucks pulling up snagged his attention, as he continued to stroke her cheek soothingly.

“Sir, are you both okay?” one of the responders asked as he approached his side of the car.

He glanced at the man. “We’re conscious but she needs to be looked at.”

The guy rapped his knuckles on the top of the car. “We’ll get you out in a second—”

“Her first,” he told him in a tone that brooked no room for argument.

Another firefighter moved towards his wife’s window. “Ma’am, can you tell me your name?” she asked.

“Elain,” his wife answered.

“Are you in any pain?”

“My head hurts a bit.” Those doe eyes looked at the other woman. “I’m pregnant.”

She turned her head and yelled, “Get me the jaws!” Looking back at Elain, she reached in and wrapped a C-collar around her neck. “How far along are you?”

“Fifteen weeks.”

A nod. “All right, Elain. We’ll have you out in a jiffy and get you over to the hospital to have your baby checked out.”

Neither of them bothered to correct her on the number of babies. It wasn’t relevant, only that they needed to get her out. Once the door was opened, they began moving her onto a backboard. Azriel wrenched the driver’s side open, wanting to get to her as quickly as possible.

“Sir! You need to be checked by the paramedic,” somebody called out but he ignored them, rounding the vehicle to where Elain was being placed on a stretcher. Just before he reached her, another voice called his name—one he couldn’t ignore. He turned, finding Cassian running over to him, flashing a badge to one of the firefighters to get past him. Rhys, Feyre, and Nesta stood just beyond the scene at their cars, all watching his wife being checked out.

“What the hell happened?” Cassian demanded, eyes flitting over to where Elain was being hauled towards an ambulance.

“Hit and run. Fucker took off after T-boning us,” he snarled, tone murderous. They would not get away with this. Not with his pregnant wife in the car with him. Az glanced up and saw the street cameras, angled just right to have caught the entire accident. “Cash, get me the film from that camera,” he indicated with a nod of his head before swiveling on his feet and prowling toward his wife.

Cassian kept stride with him, took in the responders on the scene, and lowered his voice to not be overheard. “Az, the police will investigate. Just let them do their job.”

Azriel whirled on his brother. “You either get me that tape, Cassian, or I’ll get it my way. Either option, I will find out who did this to her.” There was no arguing when he stepped into this role. This wasn’t a brother asking for a favor. This was the head of the Velaris Mob Boss demanding it.

His voice turned deadly, taking on the dangerous threat he used to get what he wanted.

When it looked like his brother was about to argue, the female firefighter shouted, “Victim is fifteen weeks pregnant. She needs to be checked out by a doctor.”

Elain called Az’s name and he turned, striding towards her but not before he caught how Cassian’s face paled. Or the shocked looks from their siblings. Well, that’s one way to find out, he thought to himself as he reached his wife’s side and took her hand.

She clutched his fingers, her face still scrunched with worry. He gave her a reassuring squeeze, placing a kiss on her forehead before they loaded her into the back of the ambulance. Az climbed in after, sitting down on the bench and gripping her hand once more. He glanced back out the door and found Cassian standing there.

“I’ll get you that tape,” he said quietly; fierce determination blazed in his hazel eyes to help his brother wreak havoc over the person who went after his pregnant wife. Only Cassian could understand the fear of something like this, having already gone through a pregnancy with Nesta. Without another word, he shut the doors to the ambulance.

Elain looked up at him, his name falling from her lips. He brushed a thumb over her forehead. “Everything is going to be fine, love. Just try to relax.” It was empty words, they knew that. Knew neither of them would settle until they heard both of those heartbeats on a monitor.

He just hoped he was holding it together enough for her until they could confirm she was still pregnant.

And may God have mercy on the fucker who caused this, if she wasn’t.

~~~

They ushered Elain into a private room, hooking her up to a fetal monitor. The doctor moved quickly, shoving her dress up to reveal her bare stomach while a nurse covered her hips with a blanket.

She flinched slightly when the cold gel was applied to her skin and Azriel brought her fingers to his lips, kissing her across the backside of her knuckles.

It was like the world held its breath as they searched for those two heartbeats.

“Baby number one looks good,” the doctor said, clicking a button and sending the hummingbird’s wing pattern of a heartbeat into the room.

Elain squeezed his hand, a soft sound passing between her lips in relief.  

The wand moved on her belly, searching for their other little one. “And, there they are. Hiding behind their sibling.”

When the second heartbeat reached their ears, Elain twisted, sobbing into Az’s chest with utter joy. He wasn’t very far behind her, letting tears of relief slip from his eyes as he cradled her against his torso. His hand rubbed her shoulder, lips pressing to the crown of her head, offering comfort to her through his presence and touch.

The doctor cleaned her off, smiling at the two of them. “Everything looks good on the monitor,” she started after giving them a moment. “We’ll keep you here for another hour or so just to be safe before we discharge you. If you have any bleeding in the next few days, come in right away.”

Elain seemed unable to answer, so he did it for her. “We will, thank you, doctor.”

“There also appears to be a group of people waiting for you guys in the lobby. Would you like me to send them in or give them a message?”

He crouched, putting himself at her eye level, wanting Elain to make the decision. Az cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away the tears under her eyes. “Love, do you want to see the family now?” he asked, voice low.

She sniffed, eyes still flooded with silver. The subtle shake of her head told him she wasn’t quite ready for the company yet.

Azriel rose, perching himself on the edge of her bed, and tucked her back into his chest. “Can you tell them that we’re okay, and I’ll come to get them when we’re ready for visitors?”

“Of course. Page the nurse if you need anything.” Without another word, she slipped from the room, the door clicking shut behind her.

Elain fisted his shirt, taking in his cedar and mist scent deep into her lungs. He gave her whatever time she needed, letting her get herself together. “I was so scared,” she whispered, burying her face further into his embrace.

Azriel was grateful that she seemed to find comfort in him, in his touch, his scent. He held her tighter against him, murmuring, “Me too.”

She held onto him for a few more precious moments before pulling back to look up at his face. “I didn’t see the other car when they pulled me out.” Her brows furrowed as she tried to put the pieces together. “Were we in a hit and run?”

“Yes,” he said, brushing his thumb back and forth over her cheek.

Her eyes flicked between his. “Do you think we were targeted?”

He wouldn’t lie to her—refused to, but also didn’t want her to be even more frightened than she already was. “I do.” Az saw that kid look directly at him, his eyes widening in understanding that he was, in fact, not dead, before taking off from the scene. He didn’t recognize him, but if he had to place a bet, he’d say it was one of Frankie’s lower levels who crossed to Elias’s side.

Az didn’t think either of his brothers would call a hit like that. Middle of the day, busy street. It wasn’t their style. But Elias was careless, greedy, and a poor decision-maker. He sighed, brushing his lips to her forehead. “The kid looked me dead in the eye before leaving. He was scared that I was still alive.”

“How old do you think he was?” Elain asked.

“I’d say we have at least a decade on him. Seventeen, maybe eighteen.”

“So, just a kid then.”

He cocked his head to the side. “You say that like it’s excusable.”

She shook her head. “I’m not excusing what he did, but we both know how young kids are trapped into joining those gangs. Through manipulation and fear. There’s a reason you won’t allow anyone that young to be brought in, Az, and you know it. I don’t think I’m going out on a limb to question if it was his idea or he was put up to it.”

His lips quirked up as she spoke like a true Mob queen. “If you had to guess who would put him up to it—”

“Elias, no doubt. We both know he’s been itching to strike at us since he showed up at the hospital. And you said he was trying to recruit kids from Frankie. Perhaps he offered this kid a way out from under Illyrian rule.”

“There is only one way out from Frankie’s Mob,” he told her, letting the words hang heavily between them.

Elain let out a deep breath. “I know. Either way, he’s dead. Elias is likely to kill him for failing, or Frankie and Nick will for attempting to leave.”

It floored him to just how similar her train of thought was to his. She observed and listened and picked up on every single thread laid down. Understood all of the connections and bloodshed as if she’d been a part of it her whole life. He couldn’t say that the revelation was thrilling, but it also made his chest ache. Az never wanted her to be so in tune with his world. Didn’t want her to have to think about the worst-case scenarios and determine ways around them. But here she was, doing just that and not shying away from it.

To think he couldn’t love her any more than he already did.

“I have to agree with your assessment. Elias will not get away with this; with what he’s done to you.”

She didn’t balk at the threat in his tone, simply took his hand in hers and squeezed. “Despite what he’s done, is going after him the best idea? Things could escalate.”

“We can’t let this go without repercussions, love. Others will hear about this and wait to see how I respond. If it’s not a show of force, they’ll think I’ve gone lax and more will come. I need to be aggressive with my actions.”

It looked like she wanted to argue some more, but decided against it, bringing his hand up to her mouth to kiss his scars. “Do you want to go get the others now? I’m ready to see them.”

He smiled down at her, cupping her cheek one more time. “I’ll be right back.” Az pressed his lips to her forehead before he slipped from the room, knowing that that conversation was far from over. But he’d let it go for now. She had been through enough today without him pushing her on it. But this was one thing he would not, could not budge on. Not if he didn’t want to keep her safe. Especially now with their growing family.

Azriel wasn’t even to the edge of the lobby when Nesta shot out of her chair.

“Is she all right?” his sister asked, face drawn with worry.

His eyes glanced to Cassian behind her, cradling a sleeping Sutton in his large arm, Feyre and Rhys next to him. “She’s fine,” he told them, sensing their relief. “They want to keep her here another hour or so, just to be safe, but you guys are welcome to come back with me if you’d like.”

“Does she want company?” Feyre asked, edging to her eldest sister’s side. “We don’t want to intrude—”

“She asked for you all. No intrusion,” Az interrupted her.

Cassian swallowed, his eyes looking down at the small thing in the crook of his elbow. “You know we all heard the firefighter…is the baby okay?”

He had a feeling one of them would ask, but he wanted to make sure Elain was present for it. So, he said instead, “Everyone is fine. We can talk more in her room.” Turning on his heel, he headed back toward Elain’s private room, knowing they’d follow him closely.

Opening the door, he caught Elain looking intently out the window, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. “Love,” he called out to her, making her snap out of her reverie and turn to face him. “Our siblings are here.”

Her smile lit up his entire chest, despite the current circumstances. Gods, she was radiant when she smiled at him like that.

He held the door open, letting their family shuffle in. Nesta and Feyre made a beeline right to either side of her, gripping her in a firm hug.

“Are you all right?” Nesta asked again, cupping her cheeks in her palms.

Elain laughed slightly. “Yes, I’m fine.” Her eyes landed on his at the foot of her bed and he nodded at her, answering her silent question. One small hand swept down over the slight swell of her belly. “We’re all fine,” she added, a bit more shyly.

“I can’t believe you two are pregnant already,” Rhys stated, resting a palm on her lower leg.

Az laughed. “Strong swimmers,” he boasted.

“Asshole,” Cassian muttered. It wasn’t a secret that he and Nesta had struggled a bit to get pregnant. His wife was, apparently, just incredibly fertile.

Elain just shook her head, eyes rolling at the exchange.

“How far along are you?” Feyre asked, interrupting what she knew was going to be another ridiculous argument.

“Fifteen weeks. Or just over,” she answered.

Nesta blinked in surprise. “Do you know what you’re having?”

Her lips quirked up in the corner as she eyed him. “A boy.”

Their family erupted into congratulatory shouts for them both, grabbing them into hugs. Az waited until they quieted down before announcing, “And a girl.”

All four heads swiveled to him.

Silence descended upon their family for a few tense moments before Rhys finally demanded, “Explain!”

“We’re having a boy and a girl.”

He could see the lightbulbs going off above their heads. It was rather humorous to watch them connect the dots.

“You’re having twins?” Cassian breathed, eyes wide as saucers.

Elain chuckled at their expense. “Yes, my husband infested me with his superseed for two babies.”

Azriel barked out a laugh. “You’re one to talk miss fertile as fuck.”

Their family erupted into a fit of hysterics at the exchange and that brought the largest smile to his face. Elain caught his grin, offering him one of her own. Fuck, he loved her so damn much and he couldn’t wait to have his two little ones welcomed into such a loving family.

He still had to handle Elias, still needed to confirm who else was involved in the hit on them, but he pushed that aside and focused on this moment with his pregnant wife and their siblings. Az would get his revenge…just not today.

~~~~~

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masquerade chapter one.

jean kirstein x fem!reader, regency a.u.

chapter summary ; how it all began.

chapter warning ; familial issues/abandonment, running away.

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the ackermans, despite their precedence, were kind to you. as much as they could find it in themselves to be.

their name was attached to authority and harshness; something you hadn't been a stranger to since birth, despite not being one of them yourself - a reality nobody let you forget. but then again, you wouldn't want to forget.

the late january nights were cooling on your cheeks, even as you were stationary, sat on a bench that was illuminated solely by one lantern. it would've been dangerous if you weren't cloaked, hiding your figure from the eyes of the rare strangers that crossed your view from time to time, no doubt for a smoke break, trying to escape their realities.

you didn't blame them. you were doing the same thing as well, sketching out the picture in front of you - a sleeping ginger cat. peacefully, it's belly heaved upwards, then down as it dreamt. your pencil glided across the page, trying to capture its fur. you were, by no means, exceptional. not as great as the artists you would see when you'd sneak out to go to galleries with artists that were recognized, unlike your own pieces. marked off as "anonyomous", without a home but with a creator that painted like it did have one. a home, a place to go back to.

you rub the eraser dust away with your fingers, sinking into your seat, looking back up at your subject who was peacefully unaware of your observation.

"you're here again." a voice remarks.

you know this voice. you look to your right, where it's coming from. his own figure was hiding with a thick long coat, buttoned up till the top. a brown hat covered the top of his head, furling up and away from his forehead. the apples of his cheeks were tinted pink with the cold and his ash-brown hair peeked out from under his hat. his eyes were a halo of gold with the light of the lamp above you. you smile up at him.

"interesting subject tonight." you say, looking back at the cat. he turns to look at it too, humming. he takes a seat right beside you, keeping his own sketchbook in his lap, methodically, neatly. he looks into your sketchbook.

"you've made progress without me," he says. complains, really. it's endearing and you find yourself smiling.

"it's just practice, don't worry."

he scoffs. "I'm not worried." he says, lying straight through his teeth, flipping his sketchbook open to an untouched page.

his first mark is just like him - precise and calculated. you've noticed it, through the weeks you've known him, that his first line always remains. he may go back and erase other strokes, adjust some others, but the first one remained the same, unchanging. he hesitates before drawing it, however, twisting his pencil between the fingers of his left hand before his decision, like he's marking off a territory.

it's routine. you pretend to be asleep in clothes that you're still not quite used to, watch as Mikasa lights a candle, helping Eren up from her balcony windows, making sure that she is distracted with whispered, secret conversations with the man before sneaking out, heading to have your own whispered and secret life at night. most nights it's this - meeting this stranger with honeyed eyes and cleched jaw. he spoke only when prompted to, but it was worthwhile. if you were brave enough, you'd ask for his name. but you werent, and it seemed neither was he. he must be too recognizable in this place, too hard to ignore.

he's too hard to ignore right now as well, when you sit in silence and the only sounds you hear are the gentle scrapings of hard and soft led - the stranger liked more feathery charcoal - against rough parchment paper. your shoulders keep brushing with every stroke, as they did every time. it sends warmth through your body against the cold night, but you don't mention it in words. you're not sure you can, even if you were allowed to, you couldn't dare put it into words and let it be known and tangible.

the stranger sighs. "how did you do it?" he asks. his voice fogs up the air around his mouth.

you look at him. maybe the mystery around his being is why you feel the way you do around him. maybe if you know him, you'd feel less. but how much power can a name even posses? you know everything he'd allow you to, and for now it was enough. you knew that his favourite scent was that of the lavender oil that he'd dot on his collarbone on special occasions only because his best friend had told him to. you know that he did not care much for sweets, except those that his mother rarely made for him and his company, you knew that he had a scar on his ankle after having it be broken running away from a horse as a child, too scared to brave the act of riding one. everything he'd tell you, you'd hang on to like it was your purpose.

he's your friend. the first one you had made that you did not owe anything to.

"do what?" you ask him, tilting your head to one side. his eyes trail down to your unfinished sketch.

"make it feel alive." he asks, again, as his left hand sets his lead down on his lap in favour of feeling your page. you hum in thought as he touches your drawing's fur.

"do not think over it too much. layer, keep adding until it feels right." you say. you don't have much advice to give after doing art for so long. it feels like a muscle memory and not like the power that people would try to convince you it is. it doesn't feel like something you wield to create but something that you had known since you were born.

maybe you were born with it.

he shifts in his seat and his left hand rests on the back of the bench, behind your arms. not touching you, but enough for you to know that he is persistently there, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at his obvious attempt at being a flirt - another thing you had noticed. "it never works the way you make it work."

"blind flattery will not get you far," you tell him, looking at him in his eyes, and he stares back, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"i do not need to go far."

"clearly," you mutter.

he scoffs, falsely offended.

the night continues and so does the light banter and shared smiles.

he feels light. despite your surroundings being dark and clouded, despite there being several thousand things you should have been worrying about, he makes you feel like you are floating in the gently blowing wind.

you were a thing meant to be kept this gently. you were satisfied, greatly so, to be in his presence while doing the one thing you had truly enjoyed. a space that could not be destroyed, understanding without any transaction being made.

if only you could spend more time with him, like this, without his name, without your name, only the small differences that set you aside from everyone else. the two of you existed as mere symbols of each other, mere faces that knew and saw each other despite your last names, the people you were supposed to stand for.

--

you might've regretted spending all these late nights with the nameless stranger, considering the ungodly hour at which you had to wake up. just before the sun rises, you were required to do the same tasks that concerned your scarce colleagues. helping dry the clothes, helping make sure that everything was set for when Mikasa would eventually wake up to her own morning regrets, setting the soaps for her bath and ironing her dresses, laying out the jewellery she was to wear.

it suited her. you smoothed over her deep wine coloured dress, ridding it of any of its wrinkles, admiring how the colour would bring out her eyes that looked at you kindly under the guise of being indifferent. you'd been glad the day she found you - you were a teen, looking desperately for somewhere to belong to and you found her. crashed into her, really, because she was running away too. you still hadn't asked her what she'd been running away from, but one thing was for certain - taking a single look at her that day told you everything you needed to know - she was just like you. in the sense that she had the same, undeterred resolve of removing herself, finding escape in whatever obscurity she could find it in.

you had crashed into her, dropping the measly amount of bread in your hands on the ground on impact. it became dirtied with the heavy raindrops and mud almost immediately, and you would've berated her. you would've yelled and let out all your pent-up anger if it wasn't for the clothes she was wearing. they were wet but you could tell they were made from heavy material - a material that you had seen only important people wear. even if she tried covering the bottom half of her face with a washed-out red scarf, she looked like how she was supposed to look; the look you had decided to grow out of after running away. like a child.

scared and shivering, you led her to your meagre shelter with an arm around her shoulder, lighting up a small fire to keep her warm for the time being. you spent three days with her there. she left on the fourth day, and even though she hadn't told you about her decision to leave, you knew it would be inevitable.

what you didn't know was that she'd lead her cousin there, too. in your shelter - into the basement of an abandoned shop - the floors of which were scattered with paintbrushes and charcoals and empty tubes of paint. her family took you in and provided you of a newer, better shelter.

but you could not call it a home. it was not home. you never had one, you were sure of it.

the only drawback of this temporary... settlement, you should call it, was that you'd have to work for them. yes, the Ackermans weren't as harsh and cold as their reputation claimed, but that did not mean they were the kindest. surely a stranger could not be of the same rank as their own daughter, a fact you very well understood.

and Mikasa's spirit was as you had expected them to be after you had found her that day. she was stubborn over her softness, and made it abundantly clear that she did not wish for anyone else but you to be her handmaiden.

she is your best friend. but she is also your employer, a line you have to remember to tread lightly and carefully every day.

her drowsy voice calls you into her room from the bathing chambers.

wiping your hands on the skirt of your dress, you make your familiar way to her large room. you greet her squinting eyes with a smile, opening up the curtains to let the morning light in. the sun had made its way up into the sky as you finished your chores with its rays boring into the morning as it did every winter day. Mikasa didn't seem to appreciate it as much as you did, however, her hair unruly and unkept after tossing and turning all night.

"you'll feel less tired once you warm up a bit. i've already ran a bath for you," you tell her, and like clockwork, she lets her feet down on the ground from the bed, rubbing her wrist against her eye. she nods while doing it, letting you know that you are heard.

you strike a smile at her tired state, one that you relate to a little too well. you make your way towards her.

"here," you say, plucking up the hot cup of tea into your hands from her bedside. "this'll help you wake up. it's something new. Sir Arlert brought it for you. something about Doctor Yeager's remedy?" you say, knowing exactly what words to speak to bring her out of her dreamy state.

"Yeager?" she asks, her voice raspy. she takes the cup from your hand.

you know too well about her relations with the two boys. even if his post dubbed him to be "Sir", Armin Arlert was a man who could convince even the stoniest Ackerman to let Mikasa talk to him. even after the Yeager family was left desolate, the two boys never lost their nature, especially with Mikasa herself.

you hum at her question. "i think he called it...coffee? something along those lines. if it's bitter, I'll bring the sugar."

she takes a tentative sip and nods. "it's alright." she says. "thank you." there's a slight grimace on her face and you know what it says even if she doesn't say it; it's bitter, but it's tolerable.

Levi Ackerman wasn't as prude as people made him out to be. yes, he did have the look of a scoundrel who might've had daggers strapped into the inside of his coat, but you had wormed your way into his heart. you knew that for a fact because you had spilled milk on his cotton shirt and had, somehow, gotten away with it. all he did was mumble something under his breath, shaking his head before dabbing it away with a rag.

if it were anyone else, he would've led them to unemployment, but he didn't do so with you. he could have, it was within his right, but he didn't.

of course, you did make up for it. you went out into the darker parts of the town and purchased a small pouch of tea that helped with sleeplessness to help him ease his dark circles out. you knew of his issues with sleep, how he stayed awake into the wee hours of the night, roaming around like a ghost in his robes, reading a book that no-one knew the name of. you didn't know about what nightmares plagued him, but the tea you gave him seemed to help with that. instead of hearing his footsteps creaking on the wooden floors, you heard his sound snoring when you passed his room in the morning.

maybe it was because it was him that found you in that dingy basement along with Mikasa, helped coax you out of there, crouched infront of you and told you that you'd have a house to live in and a bed to sleep on if you follow him and Mikasa. maybe it was because he saw you grow up just like he saw his cousin grow up, from where you came to where you've reached. from wearing clothes that barely fit you, paint marks all over your face from pigment that wasn't safe for skin as sensitive as yours, to here. to clothes that you kept clean and ironed, pigments that you didnt let come near your face to prevent the rashes that you'd eventually get due to them.

you prepared his morning tea just the way he liked it, which was to say, only a dash of milk and no sugar. he wanted to taste as much tea as he could without diluting it, placing the cup on the tray along with all the other assortments.

you snuck a taste of the batter that the cook - Mr Berner - had prepared in advance as he frets over the cook of the eggs. Lord Ackerman, mikasa's stern father, deeply disliked uncooked yolks whereas Lady Ackerman disliked yolks that were solid throughout. thankfully, Kenny Ackerman bad gone hunting, and with any luck, would not be back until later in the evening. his hunting expeditions always extended to something else entirely, sometimes he'd return a little intoxicated. again, thankfully, he somehow managed not to raise any suspicions from anyone else.

"can you help with the juice if you can spare some time? Mrs Ackerman seems to be preferring it now-a-days." Mr Berner asks, turning his head to glance at you. you hum in agreement, helping the poor man by getting started on the orange juice. he has too much to do every day, with the kitchen being short staffed and new hires being dismissed due to silly mistakes that anyone in their shoes would make in their first week. Lord Ackerman had to be the cause of the hushed rumors that surrounded his family because of his last minute decisions made due to mild rage. if it weren't for his only child being on your side, you also would have met the same fate as the maid that left after not being able to remove the clothes from the rack fast enough before a thunderstorm.

in some ways, he reminded you of your own grandfather.

you finished up squeezing the juice our of the fruit as fast as you could before hurrying over to mikasa's bath, getting ready for her to get out.

luckily, she seemed more awake now as she accepted the towel being wrapped around her figure, heading to the closet.

"is there any more of that coffee?" she asks as you brush her hair.

"yes. it's kept aside just for you. was your talk with Mr. Yeager to your satisfaction last night?" you ask her, smiling at her through the mirror as she evades your eyes.

"it was. er- Mister Yeager is... nice." she says, small smile gracing her face that anyone else would've missed but you latch on to quickly.

"you might want to sleep earlier for a little while. so as to avoid suspicion," you say as she hums, playing with a string of her silky black hair. "i just miss him sometimes. after living next door to him for so long...." she reminisces.

"you got used to him?" you ask. in truth, you did not know much about the Yeager boy. all you knew was creditted to what you had gathered from over-hearing. something about his father running away, something about the legitimacy of his birth or lack thereof, something else about his brother forcing him and his mother to move to a more rural part of Paradis. what ever it may be, his life and his secrets and his stories, you hope he could find it in himself to be content. even if everything you heard was false, you knew all too well how a teen felt after being removed from their home with or against their will.

all you knew was that he made Mikasa happy. it didn't matter much to you about where he came from or how much wealth he possessed, all that mattered was that after the day was done, Mikasa could sleep with a smile on her face because of him.

Mikasa nods as an answer.

"his mother was kind to us. she'd make our favourite meals when we were tired after playing." she says, her smile more visible now. you smile back as you apply pigment to her cheeks, blending it out to be more natural, holding her cheeks in your hands after you were done. "beautiful."

she smiles and averts her eyes. "all thanks to you," she says, whispering.

you shake your head. "Lord Ackerman wants to see you." you tell her, remembering what he had asked. "seemed to be important." you say.

she sighs, getting up from her seat at the vanity. "sometimes I wish we could...live in a cottage." she says, smoothing out her dress with her hands, dusting off any stray hair or pigment. Lord Ackerman much preferred it when his family was well presented, even in the confines of their own home.

you smiled wider, indulging in her thoughts. this wasn't something new.

when you were only just getting accomadated to your living situation as a mere fifeteen year old, she'd find you, restless and preparing hot milk to rest better, trying to do the same for herself. you'd look at her with understanding, carrying two cups of milk and some cut up fruit up to her room, hiding under her covers, talking about an ideal life and why you'd like to lead it.

"I could steal some books for you from Smith's library," you tell her, and she breathes out a laugh. "and I'd steal you some good paints from Armin's parents." she says. a compelling case.

"and we'd have a cat. with a ginger coat."

"you know we can't possibly handle it,"

"two cats."

she laughs, a proper giggle this time, her hand coming up to cover her mouth with a fist. "alright. two cats."

"we'd grow catnip in our backyard."

"...I do not think that would work. as long as I get to read, I'll be alright."

Mikasa asked you to stay near the doorway of her father's study. you obliged, knowing that these 'talks' Lord Ackerman requested were more of a lecturing than anything. he prides himself in not being aggressive, but the passiveness of his voice and the looks he shoots his family over dinner for stepping out of an invisible, imaginary line prove otherwise. regardless, he doesn't raise his voice in spite of his anger or lack of it, and his presence in the house made you stand with your back pin-straight and chin bowed down. not because of the respect he so clearly demanded, but because of fear.

even now, standing right outside of his dark wooden door, his voice was nothing but a low hum, interrupted by mikasa's higher pitched voice. you could not eavesdrop even if you wanted to with the thick doors and his voice barely penetrating through them. sometimes you think that this house was built keeping in mind of this fact only - that the Ackerman family needed to keep any and all of their secrets locked up behind doors.

you played with the hem of the waistband on your skirt, digging it under your thumbnail and removing it before doing it again - a trait you had habituated since childhood. you used to do it with a silver necklace chained across the base of your neck, but now that necklace sat in a closed closet along with your other, more valuable belongings.

Mikasa steps out, opening the doors with ease, sighing after they're finally closed. you don't crowd her immediately; you know better than that. you know she needs space, so you keep your distance at a safe arm's length. but today was not like the other days this occured. no, because today, you felt it. the tension in the air, more so than usual, the back of your neck covered in light swear not due to working in the kitchen but due to being here, in this wide, cold corridor that held no windows, the air stiff.

and because, instead of asking for space, Mikasa opens her mouth to speak, as if it's a death sentence. you're sure it is.

"he has decided to marry me off."

[modrntravlr]

Amongst the Stars - Tenth Doctor

Doctor Who - Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.5k

Warnings - Smut (obviously), Minor Drinking

A/N:

Hi everyone! This is my first time ever writing smut so please bare with me, I'm trying something new for Kinktober. I've also only recently gotten into Doctor Who and have never written for this fandom before so apologies for any inconsistencies with characterization or anything (not that there's much of that happening here). Anyways, notes, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcomed and would be greatly appreciated!

Also, the readers gender/sex is never explicitly specified but I wrote them with a female in mind so take that as you will. And also, the Doctor was written as the tenth one in mind, but there's also nothing really specifically acknowledging that so it could be read as any of the Doctors except for maybe the 13 since he does have male anatomy.

It had been a rather lazy day in the TARDIS, for once. She had needed a little bit of refueling and thankfully the doctor had found a barren star system that was harnessing just enough energy to get the job done. He had even been extra careful to make sure that there weren't any other living beings, apart from the two of you, for lightyears, feeling the two of you deserved to have some down time for just yourselves. From the comfort of the TARDIS, he had pointed out all the stars and planets you could see and told you about each of them: their names, their moons, the species that lived there, and what they were like. Later on, he had even gone as far as to surprise you with a bottle of wine he had picked up during your last visit to Earth. 

It hadn’t taken long for the talking to turn into one of your usual lazy, comforting make outs. The wine had begun to make everything feel lighter and airier as it usually did, and even though you and the Doctor weren’t particularly shy about your mutual feelings, you were still trying to work out just exactly what those feelings may mean for your relationship, making moments like these few and far between. At some point, the two of you had worked your way onto the small couch that had been placed in the common room of the TARDIS, hardly big enough for the both of you. He gently laid you on your back, never once breaking the kiss as he climbed on top of you. Laying down now, it was beginning to teeter on the edge of something more passionate. Something more rough, even. Uncharted territory between the two of you. Breaking away from the kiss for only a moment to catch a glimpse of your face, unsure of his next move, he went back in, this time, slipping his tongue slightly out, asking for permission. Slowly, you began to open your mouth, just wide enough to grant him the entrance he was asking for. 

It was slow again at first, gentle as he gave both you and himself time to adjust to the new found intimacy of the situation, giving you a chance to stop him from going any further if you so chose to, only you didn’t. Quicker than he had before, he deepened the intensity of the kiss, forcing himself into your mouth. With that, his hands began to roam. Having just been cupping your face, they began to drop down your body, moving past your neck before leaving your body completely only to find themselves pressed against your lower back, pushing your torso up into his own body. As the heat in your bodies grew, and the wine continued to course through your blood, you couldn’t help but fight the urge to start slowly rolling your hips upward, connecting with his own. He responded with nothing more than a few soft groans, so quiet they were nearly whispers. At the sudden change of pace, his lips finally broke from yours as he started moving down your body, placing kisses down your jawline and neck, agonizingly slow, taking time to lick and suck on your skin with each one before moving on to the next spot. Eventually, he found a spot at the base of your neck, in the crevice between where it met your clavicle. He lingered there, sucking a bruise on your skin as you continued to grind up against him. 

Feeling satisfied with the small mark beginning to come to life at the bottom of your neck, he effortlessly, and swiftly lifted you up off the couch. He settled himself in, sitting down where you had just laid before setting you down on his lap, giving you a moment to adjust yourself, satisfied as you finally settled, straddling him now. His mouth met yours once more, this time leaving no time to work back up to the heavy pace as he had before. His hands rested on your hips, which now sat still and obedient, waiting for him to determine whether or not the night would go any further than it already had. After a moment, his hands began to run down to your thighs, gently caressing them, before making sure you were comfortable and tightening his grip on you once more. You could feel only hints of his erection through his pants, sitting too far back to feel it in its full size, and you began to throb as the intimacy of the moment truly sank in for the first time. 

His hands made their way back up towards your hips, only this time, he brought them in between your two bodies, resting them right above the button of your jeans. 

“May I?” he asked gently. You nodded, signaling your approval, dazed look in your eyes as you tried to comprehend what was about to happen. His hands made work of the button and zipper, undoing them in just a few seconds. 

“Can you stand up for me, darling?” he questioned, sounding a bit more confident than he had when he asked the previous query. You wordlessly lifted yourself off of his lap, standing up in front of him, unsure of what to do with yourself. He cautiously sat up, reaching out to grab the waist of your jeans before slowly pulling them down, giving you a chance to step out of them. Once more he reached out to you, grabbing your hands this time, and guiding you towards him as he sat further back into the couch, spreading his legs even wider. You allowed him to guide you, placing his left leg between both of yours, realizing what he was asking. You sank back onto him, this time, only the thin layers of your pants and his trousers separating you. When you had made yourself comfortable once more, he placed his hands back on your hips.

“Is this okay?” he breathily asked, this time looking directly into your eyes, holding your attention for a moment as he studied your expression. You nodded your confirmation once more, not trusting your own voice to be able to carry the words out in the moment. 

His grip tightened, and he slowly began guiding you, helping you rock back and forth against him, trying to get familiar with the new sensation before working your ways towards finding a steady rhythm that worked for you. Gently, you pulled yourself forwards and back, slightly up and down, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support. Your head hung low, eyes shut, half because you weren’t quite sure you’d know where to look if they were open and half out of the pleasure beginning to rise in your lower abdomen. When you were fully acclimated to the new motion, you began to find a rhythm, still slow but a bit more rough and sure. Your breathing picked up as the Doctor, who had felt the change of rhythm, shifted the pace of his hands on your hips to match the one you had set for yourself. He looked down at you through his hooded eyelids, trying to get a look at your face, but not quite seeing as much of it as he would have liked, your head still hanging low. Eyes opened slightly now, you could see his dick slightly twitching in his trousers every now and then, the sight of it deeping your arousal and need. 

You quickened your pace once more, this time, allowing soft moans to start escaping your lips, the sound of it sending the doctor into a frenzy of his own. His grip was now relentless as he took control over you, forcing you into a tempo of his own volition, rocking you back and forth, pushing you down onto his thigh. The newly added pressure only making your pleasure grow, earned him even louder moans, as you worked a wet spot through your pants and onto his trousers. 

Head thrown back in pleasure, and your moans getting louder you announced your coming orgasm, only making him speed up the pace, knowing he would follow soon after just from the pleasure of watching you get off on his lap. As the speed increased, so did your pleasure, and in moments, your orgasm was crashing through you as he continued to roll your hips and force you down onto his leg, letting you ride out the orgasm as he began to allow his own to set in. Relentlessly, he forced your hips into a fast and steady pace until he was sure you were coming back down from the wave of pleasure. 

Fucked out and out of breath, you allowed yourself to fall forward, head resting on his shoulder and borrowed into the crook of his neck. His hands let go of your hips, rubbing small and gentle circles into them, massaging out the tenderness his grip would be leaving behind before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you off of one leg and settling you onto both, in a more comfortable position, drawing you closer to him.

[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(5)

A/N: It's a bit stupid, but it's done. Sorry for the gross writing, I'm just tired and had to write this in advance so I didn't have to worry over my trip. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Content warnings: Stalking, Paranoia, dark themes, breaking and entering, throwing up

Chapter 5: A Silent Act

I shovel the school made mac n’ cheese into my mouth, watching the other kids in the cafeteria move by. Scanning the crowd as I try my best to not spit up my food, I tap on the envelope sitting in my lap. It was another letter from the mysterious ‘Othello Von Ryan’, having survived its journey into my locker once more. I huff, chewing on my cheek and I poke at my food with my spork. The more I thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense.

I had gotten five letters so far, each one accompanied with flowers, and up until now, a box of chocolates. My eyes drift to the pink flower I had set on the table, my hand moving to softly touch its petals. Out of everything given, I liked the flowers the most. The red tulip, a red carnation, a small bundle of baby’s breath, a gardenia, and now, a pink flower, layered in petals. 

I twist a petal of the light pink flower in between two fingers, admiring its full bloom. It was gorgeous, and completely undamaged. I couldn’t help but admire its beauty. But how had it made its way into my locker, completely unharmed? Me and Irma had been trying to solve this mystery since the first letter arrived, but we were nowhere near figuring it out.

I look up when I feel the table shift, Irma taking her spot across from me. I marveled at her uncanny ability to appear as soon as I started thinking of her. Irma smiles at me, pushing her lunch tray away. I don’t blame her, I was already regretting eating the provided food. I pass her my apple, Irma taking it gleefully as she eyes the flower. Taking a bite, she chews for a bit while tapping her finger next to the petals.

“Huh, no chocolates this time. Is that the new one?” I nod at Irma’s words, pulling out the letter and offering it out to her. Irma takes the envelope, opening it carefully. Her pointer finger and thumb rest on the paper, not pulling it out yet. “It was still sealed, (Y/n). Did you not read it yet?”

“I wanted to wait for you.” I shove another spoonful of my mac ‘n cheese into my mouth, trying to gag on the mush as I wait for Irma to pull out the letter and read it. In all honesty, I was starting to hate the letters. It was all too much as of late, and me and Irma were nowhere near figuring out who was sending them. My eyes glance around the cafeteria, on the lookout for shadows. They were getting more and more frequent, closer and less concealed. I hated it, hated the way I was barely able to live without the fear of some stupid figure my imagination made up. Hated the way my pulse spiked at every little thing crossing my vision.

Irma’s eyes rake over my face, taking in the details she had probably memorized by this point. I take another bite of my food and dust off my hands to the side, Irma clearing her throat before starting to read the letter out loud.

“Dear (Y/n),” She starts in a dramatized voice. I snort, shaking my head as I grin. She puts on a fake accent, eyeing me with a small smile. Every letter started with the same normal opening before diving into sappy madness as the writer described their love. Irma tried to make the letter seem as regal as possible, reading them becoming one of her favorite things. “You’ve continued to breach my thoughts even though we have barely talked. Everything I create I now do in your name. In my brother’s words, you’ve become my muse.”

Irma pauses for a moment, taking another bite of her apple. She quickly chews before swallowing, continuing her theatrical telling of the letter. “You’re breathtaking, completely astonishing. You complete me, and I am truly the only thing you need.” Irma grimaces a bit at that statement, fake gagging to make me laugh before continuing on. “I promise I will reveal myself soon, seeing as I don’t think I can go without you much longer.”

“Ooo,” I say, tapping the table. “Looks like they might just tell us instead of us having to play the detective.”

Irma rolls her eyes, hushing me. I pretend to zip my lips shut, earning a snicker from my friend. “I cannot wait until you're mine, until we are together. Nothing will come between us, that I promise you. These letters are not enough to suffice my need to be by your side, to love and care for you as you deserve. I will be the best thing that ever happened to you. Until the time comes, forever yours, Othello Von Ryan.”

Irma sets the letter down, sliding it over to me. I pick it up and scan the writing, shaking my head in disbelief. “Well, we know one thing for certain. The writer sure thinks highly of himself.”

Irma tries to stop her grin from forming, her hand moving over her mouth to muffle her laugh. She reaches over and picks up the flower twirling it in between her fingers. “Have you checked to see what it is yet?”

I shake my head, looking at the flower in her hands. It really was beautiful, as were all the flowers I had been gifted. “You have the app. I don’t.”

Irma sighs dramatically as she pulls out her phone, taking a picture of the flower and uploading it to one of her plant identification apps. Considering neither of us knew much about plants, Irma came up with the idea of checking what plant it was through an app in case they were poisonous or rash inducing. Which would be a great idea if I hadn’t completely manhandled each flower before we checked. Irma glances up at me, showing me her phone screen. “It’s a camellia, one of the pink variety, as you can obviously see.”

I nod, taking the flower back as Irma continues to eat her lunch. I admire the flowers' delicate beauty, its soft pink petals layered atop one another make the flower full. This flower, like all the others, had not been damaged when it was put into my locker. I didn’t know how I felt about this. Sure, the letters were sweet, the flowers romantic, and the previous chocolates delicious, but did all that really make the fact someone might be breaking into my locker null and void? I chew on the inside of my cheek, thinking about it. I didn’t want the letters or flowers to stop, that was for sure. Receiving these gifts made me feel special, like I mattered. As selfish as that was, I didn’t want to give it up.

The chatter of the teenagers around me reverberates in my head, my eyes scanning the room. Any one of these people could be the writer, I just had to figure out who. I hoped it wasn’t some mean trick, some prank to fool me into loving someone. I just wanted to matter to someone. Having a special someone in light of all my trouble sounded great. Irma grabs my hand, bringing me back into the now, the sound around me quieting down once more. She taps my knuckles with her thumb, her brown eyes staring deep into my own. I feel slight guilt for my thoughts at her stare. Even if the letters weren’t real, Irma was. She was my friend, she cared. I knew I would never lose her.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” She asks softly, letting go of my hand now that she pulled me back out of the clouds. I rub the heel of my hand against my eyes, frowning slightly. I didn’t want to have to bother Irma with this, she already helped me with so much. It felt like I was just taking and never giving her anything in return.

“Just… worried about the letters, I guess.” I admit. I lean into my arms, hoping Irma wouldn’t press. To my relief, she doesn’t. Irma pats my arm, a hopeful grin on her face.

“Yeah, I’ve been worried as well. We can mess around with your locker before leaving school, okay?”

“We’ve been messing with it.” I point out.

“Well maybe we missed something. Plus, if it doesn’t work, we can just go to the front office and ask for a new locker.” Irma says, picking up both of our trays and going to throw them away. I stand up, glancing at the clock. We had one minute before lunch ended. I nod, conceding.

“Sure. One more time.”

—

Irma punched my locker now that the halls were desolate, the sound of Irma’s fist colliding with the steel echoing through the halls. 

“Careful tiger, you might just bust it open.” A dopey grin stretches across my face, Irma turning to me in annoyance.

“I just. I don’t get how someone could get in! Try opening it again, maybe there’s a mechanic in the lock you can exploit.” Irma throws her hands the air, a strangled noise sounding from her throat. Her neck was flushed red, frustration shining through her usual relaxed demeanor. It was hard for her to not understand something, especially when it came to matters like this. I was glad Irma wasn’t the one getting the letters. She’d interrogate the entire school trying to find them.

I push off from the wall I was leaning against, standing in front of my locker and putting in the code. I pull up the lock’s trigger and yank, groaning when nothing happens. I yank on the grip in frustration, wanting to kick the darn thing myself. I move to put in the code again, but I get startled by a loud gasp from behind me. I whip my head around to look at Irma, her eyes trained on the top corner of my locker. The basketball star moves in between me and the metal, her fingers gripping the top corner and pulling. It comes loose, the metal bending until the lock catches it.

My mouth gapes at the sight. The locker opened enough to fit someone’s hand through before the metal refused to bend. Irma let the locker snap back into place, looking at me proudly. “We found the exploit!”

I straighten up a bit at her proud announcement, shaking my head as I grin. Irma claps her hands, her face morphing into a scary grin. “Oh ho ho, we can so use this to our advantage.”

I look at Irma, confused. What did that even mean, was she planning on hurting the writer? “What?”

Irma picks up both of our bags that were on the ground, dragging me towards the exit. I stumble a bit before regaining my balance. I toddle alongside her, Irma starting to ramble on about her idea. 

“We now know how they get into your locker, which means we can totally set a trap! They most likely stick their hand into the opening to set everything down, so if we put a bag of colored stain there, their hand will get stained! We can literally catch them red handed!” Irma grins widely, letting go of my hand to rub hers together. “Oh, this will be so fun.”

I shake my head, laughing softly. I didn’t mind not knowing yet. Sure, some of the letters had been a bit… Odd, but none had been too dangerous so far. The person writing them was probably just awkward.

“Are we sure we want to do that? It feels… Mean.” I say, rubbing my arm awkwardly. It rubbed me the wrong way to do something like that, especially since they had been mostly sweet thus far. Irma huffs, sticking out her tongue at me.

“You never let me have any fun.”

I lightly shove her to the side, blowing air from my nose. “Oh you do not get to say that. Who’s the one who banned me from playing hide and seek in the apartments when we were seven?”

“You completely totaled poor Ms. Fitzgerald’s plants! And I only made the rule of no going into the halls!” Irma laughs, shoving me back. I chuckle to myself, a wide grin on my face. Everything was perfect right now, I never wanted this to end. If I could stop time, it’d be right now. Just us laughing, reminiscing on our old games. We exit the school and head to our shared complex, joking on the way. I absentmindedly scan the rooftops, humming softly as I look for the ever-present shadows.

I feel my stomach drop when I see the familiar figure on the rooftop across the road, leaning against an AC unit. It was half shrouded in the shadows, produced by the building to its right. I stop in my tracks, staring at it. I couldn’t move, my blood running cold. A flash of purple was seen before it backed away, my eyes glued to the spot it stood.

“(Y/n)?” Irma’s voice snaps me out of it as I whip my head around to face her. I try to school my face back into my usual smile, but Irma doesn’t buy it. Her face pinches in worry, her eyes shining in sympathy. My throat closes slightly as I look at her, my heart aching. She didn't deserve this, she shouldn’t have to worry. My eyes flick back to the spot I saw the figure. I chew on my lip, conflicted. How much should I tell her?

“Just saw something.” I mumble, moving to continue walking. I don’t elaborate, and Irma doesn’t push, knowing what I was referencing already. I shrink slightly, frowning. I was tired of having everything wrong with me. Irma moves her hand to my shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly and I let out a small sigh. It would all be fine, Irma was here with me. Nothing would happen while we were together.

We walk side by side the rest of the way, neither of us speaking much. I keep my eyes off the rooftops, not wanting to possibly see the figure again. When we enter the complex, the building is silent. Irma lets out a loud groan before yanking me towards the stairs when we see the ‘Out of Order’ sign on the elevator. Irma passes me my bag as we start up the stairs together. I glance at Irma, shifting my bag onto my shoulder. The building seemed much emptier, dead. I wondered if Irma noticed it too.

Irma sees my discomfort and grabs my hand, holding it as we walk up. Our footsteps echo, bouncing off the concrete walls. I flinch slightly when I hear another pair of footsteps in the stairwell, Irma squeezing my hand again.

“Calm down, it’s okay.” Her voice was low and she was mumbling, her eyes looking straight ahead. I dart my eyes across the narrow walkway, my hand moving to grip the rail. Irma squeezes my hand again, rubbing at the knuckle. “You don’t need to be so jumpy, it’s all going to be okay.”

I nod, rubbing my free palm on my shorts. My hands were clammy, my hair on end. I harshly exhale through my nose, closing my eyes. Irma was right, everything would be fine. The shadows were outside, far away from me. They couldn’t get me in here, I was safe. Nothing could touch me. My eyes flicker back and forth between the stairs and the entranceway to Irma’s floor, our feet lightly thudding across the carpeted hall. I pat my hands on my thighs, shifting awkwardly. Irma opens her door and steps inside, waving to me before closing her door.

I stand there for a moment more, barely breathing. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the way my body is shaking. I pull at my shirt as I walk back to the stairwell. I just had to walk up two more flights, and then I was safe. It was okay. Everything would be okay. Nothing can hurt me. My eyes drift to the cameras, trying to memorize where they sit. There was one at every platform, but none on the actual stairs. I speed up, running up the stairs. I would be safe if I could just get to my room.

I run up one flight, then two, bolting to my apartment door. I slide my backpack over in front of me, my eyes darting back and forth between the ends of the hallway and my bag as I look for my keys. My heart pounds in my ears, my hands shake and my body tenses as I search. Where were my keys? Why couldn’t I find them? I open more pouches in my bag, dumping things to the floor as I look. I almost cry in relief when the cool metal of my keys hits my hand, picking them up and jamming them into the door. 

I open the door and shove my dropped objects inside with my foot, locking the door behind me once I close it. I let my bag drop to the ground as I breath out in relief, my brain buzzing loudly. I spin around and lean backwards, sliding to the floor. I was okay. It was okay. Irma made it to her apartment, and I made it to mine. I was safe.

I lean my head back against the door, my eyes shining with panicked tears that never shed. I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest, warning me of a danger that was never there. I couldn’t help but feel stupid at my actions. I shake my head, pushing off the door and grabbing my backpack by one of the straps. I start to drag it to my room, feeling too overwhelmed to pick it up. I push open my door, shoving my backpack next to my desk. I lift my arms over my head, popping my back. It was over. I was okay. 

I continue to repeat this to myself as I run my fingers through my hair, letting myself calm down a bit. I turn to my bed, feeling exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to collapse onto my mattress and sleep. My eyes land on the disheveled covers, my heart stopping. I know I made my bed this morning. I stand there, staring at my bed.

Did someone break in? Was I in danger? What if they’re still here, I need to run, I need to-

No. No, I’m not doing this. 

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying to relax my trembling body as I exhale. Everything was fine. I just… Misremembered. Yeah, that’s it. I must have made my bed yesterday, not today. I nod my head, ignoring the way my desk looks as if it had been rifled through, how the flowers that should be dead in my vase seemed fresh. I dig through my backpack for the camellia, humming to myself in desperation to convince myself everything would be just fine. Nothing was wrong, I was just stressed. My school work was getting to me, and I was just being overworked. Everything was normal.

I set the crushed flower in the vase, not looking at the other flowers. To admit they were new was to admit something was wrong. Nothing was wrong. I turn back to my bed and flop down, staring at the ceiling. The fan thrummed above me, its white blades a blur from its movement. I turn to face the window, scanning the skyline of the apartments across the road. My eyes travel to a small piece of fabric fluttering on my window, stuck between the frame and the glass. I slowly get up, inching towards the material. Did I open my window and get a jacket caught? I pick up the black wrapping stuck to my window, it’s fabric rough and the tear jagged. It looked like wrappings someone would use for fighting, something I very much did not own. Someone had been here. I run to the bathroom, my stomach heaving as I spill my lunch into the toilet. 

Everything was not okay.

[hideandgopeep]

Book Club?

First, the info:

Who/What: Miche Zacharius (Attack on Titan) x afab f!reader. Word count: 3.8k. NSFW! Reader treats a sweaty, post-training Miche to an evening of getting turned into a whining puddle by mostly touching him, praising him, maybe some slight domming (?), and a lil piv (he finishes elsewhere). A few other Survey Corps members make appearances, and you even get a couple of cheeky run ins with Levi for shits n' giggles.

A/N: Shout out to Flamey (@flametrashira) for the inspiration to write about a whining messy man in the throes of passion. I'm spelling his name "Miche" instead of "Mike" for personal reasons LOL. It's detailed porn with plot, so bring water or an electrolyte drink and a snack. This is my first completed smut, the first piece of completed fan fic I can share, and the third fan fic I've written. Constructive criticism is welcome since I'm so new at writing this (please don't be a butthole). Please, minors DNI. Okay, hope you enjoy!

My squad and I are fucking off after dinner, our chatting lost in the din of the cafeteria. Petra and I are trying to have a conversation, but Oluo insists on peppering in quips. He’s on his third beer, and we know how that goes. I’m newish, moved from the Military Police about a month ago and still meeting members of the Survey Corps all the time. Petra looks up at something above and behind me, and before I turn, I feel someone in my personal space.

“Can I fucking help you?” I growl and turn, a bit surprised to find that rather enormous section commander. He’s usually quiet in the meetings I’ve attended. Petra’s giggling, watching my face, which is blushing for cussing the section commander. He’s watching me from above as I unclench my jaw and blink at him, my anger immediately gone.

“You’re a reader,” he says in a quiet, flat tone. His hair flops over his eyes, which makes it hard to see them until you’re below him like I am, and they’re a match to his smooth voice. Instead of apologizing, I think about what it would be like to push his hair back and tilt his face up while he’s below me.

“H-how can you tell?” He’s still close, and I wrangle my brain to the present.

“Smell like a bookshop.” A corner of his lips lifts with a twitch in his mustache, and he adds, “In a good way.” He holds out his hand, and I take it. “I’m Miche Zacharius.”

I introduce myself and glance at Petra, who’s moved on to talking to Eld on her other side. Miche’s still standing above me, so I turn my body and lift my legs over the bench to fully face him. “You a reader too, Section Commander?” I wait for his answer, and it’s really hard to not slide my eyes all over him. He’d notice, it’d be inappropriate, but I do let my gaze drop to his crossed arms and back up.

“When I find the time, yeah,” he answers. “Hey, nice meeting you, thank Petra for the introduction for me. See ya around.” I watch the way his long, thick legs move as he walks away until I get interrupted by a poke to my back. I lean back to turn, seeing Oluo with a huge shit-eating grin settling in across the table.

“Yeah, I’m a little jealous you ain’t watching me walk away like that, but I get it.” I look for Miche again, but he’s gone. “He’s a lot of man, Scout.”

“Okay, Oluo. What’s he like on the field, though?” I ask, attempting innocent curiosity about him and finish my ale. Wow, my mouth was fuckin’ dry.

“Uh, pretty bad ass, second only to our captain,” Petra answers.

Eld leans forward to add, “Great leader of his squad, takes care of them.”

So, they all saw and heard the interaction. Ugh. At least Gunther’s already gone. Petra and Eld look poised to leave the table.

I check my pocketwatch, and we have just over fifteen minutes until our final squad meeting before the morning ride for a quick mission. We chat for a little longer before heading to the meeting and going about our nights.

The mission does end up being not only quick but uneventful. It’s just our squad with Hange’s, and we camp overnight. It’s early summer, no rain, so we don’t even bother with tents.

We ride back to HQ as soon as we have enough dawn light and arrive just after lunch. I decide to put off relaxing in a bath until after I eat, too fuckin’ hungry from skipping breakfast. Both decisions earn me a couple of comments from my captain. When he sees I’m turning to the cafeteria when we go in the HQ building, Captain Levi flicks my shoulder. “Hey, Scout, at least wash your fuckin’ hands, come on!”

“I will, Captain! Promise to scrub under my nails, too.”

“I know the field rations are as dry as sunbaked turds, but we still need to fuel ourselves. They not teach you that in the MP?”

I click my tongue. “Not much of a need to, we never left.” He groans, and our paths split. I do make a stop to scrub my hands. The rest of my squad does their own thing, but I take my bowl and ale to the table we’re usually at.

Miche’s there with a book on the table in front of him, and I greet him with a smile as I sit beside him. “Hey, Section Commander.”

“Just Miche’s fine. I’d say the same if you were one of mine.”

I hum and take a swig of the cool ale before peering at the book. “You already eat?” I ask, mostly to fill the quiet of the cafeteria. There are just a few stragglers, chatting over empty bowls and mugs.

“Mhm. Brought this for ya to read if you’re interested. Finished it a while ago and still think about it.” He scoots the book closer to me so I can see the cover. It’s wrapped in navy cloth, the title and outline of a saluting hand embossed in silver.

“I wanna ask what about it stuck in your mind but don’t wanna spoil it for myself.” I wipe my fingers on my handkerchief and pick it up to flip through it, catching a few phrases. It’s not a long book, maybe 250 or so pages, and there are some illustrations of plants. I close the book and look up at him. “Thanks, Miche. I’ll check it out and let ya know.”

He responds with a smile and taps his fist on the table a couple of times before standing. “See ya around.”

“Bye.” I pointedly do not watch him leave this time and waste no time starting the book while I finish lunch. The book sucks me in, and I struggle to find a stopping point to go bathe and rest, and stay up late reading more.

The weather the next day is perfect again, and I have no tasks or errands, so I sneak out just after lunch to my coveted quiet reading spot near the river. I get through a lot of the novel, pleasantly surprised because it’s philosophical, loving, healing. My ass gets numb, so I stop and get back to HQ for an early dinner. Can’t help but to start reading again while I wait for the first dinner bell in the nearly empty cafeteria.

Miche interrupts me with a tap on my shoulder. “Damn, almost done already?” I slip the bookmark in and stand up to greet him and a few of his squad members, who wave before lining up next to the kitchen to wait. They’re all sweaty and dirty, Miche especially, and he stands close.

“Hey, yeah, I’m hooked.” I shrug, and I can hear him sniffing me, so I lean toward him and murmur, “What are you doing?”

“You smell like grass, the river, sun.”

I step closer, still leaning toward him, and make it obvious I’m taking a couple of whiffs of him. “Hm, sweat, clay dust, also sunshine, leather, gear oil, and a nice woody scent. Cologne?”

“I’m impressed,” he says and laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. It’s a smooth, deep laugh, like his voice. “It can’t be pleasant, like you.”

“You’d be surprised.” I admire his eyes from my vantage and move to his mouth. Fuck, I’d almost let him bend me back on one of these tables in front of everyone if it meant I could get a taste. I lick my lips at the phantom taste. “What are you doin’ after dinner?” I brave asking, hoping no one overhears.

He starts, just barely. “Nothin’, why?”

My squad comes in, and Oluo immediately sees us and winks at me. I look up at Miche again. “I could answer with something innocent like discussing the book.”

“Ohh,” he breathes before leaning next to my ear and humming before whispering, “Hmm, then yeah.” My knees shudder with the vibration of his voice. “Your squad’s looking for ya. Meet up after dinner?”

“Mhm.” I savor the heat from his breath against my hair and neck as we part, giddy like an idiot. I’m checked out of what everyone’s talking about while we eat, the book on my lap under a handkerchief so I don’t drop food on it. Miche and I are in each other’s line of sight, so we glance at each other for some signal, which is him jerking his chin. He leaves, and I’m not far behind.

“Book discussion, huh?” he asks, walking to me as I leave the cafeteria. “As long as it’s fine that I’m dirty.”

“Yes, yes. I need a taste.”

His mustache lifts at the sides. “Shit, should’ve just went to one of our rooms if that’s what you have in mind,” he murmurs, cheeks getting pink.

“How about yours?” He nods, and we take the stairs at the front of the building to avoid the dinner traffic and stroll through the halls in heavy silence until we pass my captain and Section Commander Hange. I offer a polite nod and bite my tongue; Levi will bring it up at some point, I fucking know it.

“Oi, Scout.” Miche and I halt our stroll, and I groan and turn. Moblit rushes from the direction we’re heading in, and Hange says, “Hey, see you guys later!” with a massive grin at Levi and takes off with Moblit. Levi’s got his arms crossed by the time I meet his eyes, and he glances Miche over, then me, to the book in my hand, then back to Miche, grimacing at his uniform pants. “Be safe. And Miche, treat her right.” With that, Levi walks away.

“Whoops, we’ve been caught,” I giggle.

“He’d absolutely have my hide if anything happened to you, which nothing bad will.” Miche says this with a matter of fact tone.

“I’m sure he’d have my ass if anything bad happened to you, Miche.” He shrugs.

His quarters aren’t much farther, and he lets me in first. It’s a neat room, lived in but clean with a book collection and small paintings of people I assume are family members. I set my book on his desk and note that his bed is much larger than my own.

“We made the right decision. I’m imagining you on my small bed, half off of it.” He laughs while he removes his boots by the door, and I do the same.

“You adjusting okay since coming to the Survey Corps?”

“The worst and only bad part is horse riding. I didn’t get around to doing much of that in the MP, so it still wipes me out.”

There’s an awkward air to the moment, because we’re just standing and looking at each other, so I place my palms against his chest to guide him back against the door. “About that taste . . .”

“Start here first?” He tilts my chin up with his fingertips and leans down to press his plump lips to mine, mustache brushing my cupid’s bow and nose. Salty, the ale, him. It’s like resting my head on a comfortable, familiar pillow. We savor the kiss, taking our time to feel each other out. I slide my hands from his chest down his stomach and over his sides before squeezing his hips at the window between the gear straps. His wide hands roam across my back before moving to my ass, squeezing me against him. I feel his bulge against my stomach, and he groans into my mouth.

He pulls his mouth from mine and whispers, “Sorry.”

I pinch open the shirt button above his belt and say, “Don’t be sorry for doing that.” He isn’t wearing an undershirt, and I don’t bother pulling out the shirt tail before working the rest of the buttons open. His chest strap keeps the shirt in place, so I swipe the shirt to the sides of his wide chest and brush over his nipples, pulling a gasp from him. His chest and stomach are covered in thick, soft golden hair, and my fingertips dive in, causing his stomach to jerk. He hisses. “Sensitive, aren’t you Miche?” I look up at him to check in. Flushed from his tits up, lids drooping, lower lip puffing out from under his mustache, which I rub with my fingertip. “Look at you, already like this. Fuck, Miche.”

“Please, do,” he pants out and leans down to work his strong fingers around my ass and rubs the fabric of my skirt and underwear against me, and I feel my wetness. Soaked already. “Wanna feel you.”

“In time,” I giggle, mostly at myself, still giddy. “Am I taking the lead?” I ask.

“Mhm, m’all yours.”

I pull the shirt tail from his pants and fist the fabric to tug him to his bed before he melts at the door. “Let’s work on these straps.” He sits on the bed and starts at the buckles on one side. I take the other side, thankful for the breather. We work in silence until the buckles are all released. He frees himself and lets the harness and straps slide off the bed to the floor with a sigh before leaning back with his palms against the bed, grinning at me.

“Next,” I say and pluck at the collar of his open shirt. His grin falters when I slide my skirt off and crawl onto the bed behind him to peel off his shirt.

“Let me just-” I press my nose against the back of his neck to take in his scent and lick the skin, once for exploration and again in seriousness. “Fucking delicious,” I purr against the side of his neck before suckling across the skin of his shoulder. His breath is hitching with each new position of my tongue and lips, and my mouth works back to the side of his neck. “Pants are next.”

He lets his head tilt back, lips parting for another of his soft groans, and I slide off the bed, licking the salt from my lips and hook my fingers behind his belt into the waist of his pants. I tug him forward a little, and he scoots so I can release the belt buckle, button, and fly. “Getting all of you outta these is gonna be a chore. Need your help, Miche, they’re fuckin’ tight.” He lifts his hips so I can tug them off his hips and ass, revealing a cup and strap instead of underwear. I peel his pants off and admire the scene in front of me again while removing my own shirt, and our eyes take each other in.

The cup’s straining to keep him contained, the straps digging in across his hips. I try to slide my finger between the strap and his sticky skin but can’t, and he thrusts into the air below me with a wink. Everything jiggles, and I giggle, tugging the strap in the buckle at his hip. Of course his stomach twitches at my touch, and he laughs through his nose. “You’re ticklish here?”

“H-yeah.”

As soon as there’s enough slack in the buckle, the whole thing flips away in a blink, and he groans with relief. The indentations from the straps are deep, red bordering on purple, and I hold off on studying what was under the cup. “Is this painful?”

“Burns at first.”

“Let’s leave your skin here alone, then.” He hums, still propped on his elbows, legs spread, toes resting against the floor. He watches me study him in the light from his window. Scarred all over, some newer and still deep pink. Gear strap calluses from the friction. Bruises in different stages but no bad new ones. I finally let myself look at his groin. His half hard cock is lying against his left inner thigh, the base ending in dark blond hair, balls resting on the bed. The soft pinkish tan skin swirls to adjust to the air.

He leans onto one arm to bring his other to stroke himself. I brace my hands on his thighs and say, “Don’t, it’s beautiful like this.”

“Y-yeah.” I slide my palms all the way up to frame his groin before running my thumbs up and over his balls and around his base. He heaves a loud exhale, and his cock hardens, lifting to me. I repeat the movement to stimulate his scrotum again and feel his hair then lightly wrap my hands around his shaft and slide up, getting a hiss from him, and let him drop and bounce against the bed.

“Ooo, heavy,” I compliment and straddle his right thigh. He watches me spread my tingling lips to rest against his skin and sits up. His tongue slides over his lower lip, his hands back on me, one palming my ass cheek and the other squeezing up and up my thigh. I let him slip his fingers between me and his thigh while I stroke his length again and again.

“Mmm, my thigh’s soaked,” he breathes, smiling, and circles my clit.

“Miche, we’re getting distracted.”

“Come closer?” he asks. I lean into him until he lifts his thigh to help me. His mouth and tongue are instantly on my tits.

“I’ll let you have your fun,” I say then shift to straddle both of his thighs to squeeze them closer together. He pulls away from my chest to look down between us and he fucking whines when he sees the glistening strings of my arousal stretching from my pussy to his thigh.

“Fuuck,” he breathes to end his whine. “Please, let me tou-” I stop him by doing what I thought of when we were introduced: run my hand over his forehead to push his sweaty hair back from his eyes, and I firmly press him back. He complies, relaxing back with another whine choking off in his throat.

“Shh Miche, patience. If you touch me any more, I will come.” I sit back on his thighs to to see his flushed chest shaking from his breath, eyes trying to be on me from his position.

He lifts his head. “That’s what I wa-hah-want.” I get my hands back on his length and gently squeeze, watching him leak from his hot deep pink tip and press my thumb against his slit and slowly swipe. His cock twitches, and he drops his head back.

“I know that’s what you want, but this is fun. I like listening to how my hands make you feel.”

“You’re barely h-hanging on to-OO.” I repeat my thumb swirl while he’s whining and watch his mustache and lips pout around his last word before he pulls in a sharp breath through his teeth.

I take a firmer grip on him, tilting my hips up to rub his tip against my clit, and his abs clench like he’s gonna sit up, but he stops. “You’re doing so good, Miche, keeping your ass on the bed.” Pressing his cock up against his stomach, I slide along the underside and coat him. I feel his thighs move as his feet seek purchase on the floor, bedframe, anything, but his legs go limp with a renewed whine when I rock against his thick shaft, trying to go slow and finding my own breath getting wild. This has him gripping at the bed as his hips shudder.

“Please, just-hah!”

I catch his head in my entrance. “You’d slide right in,” I breathe and slowly fuck just his head. This unravels something in him, because he starts shivering all over, his tits vibrating from clutching the blanket, thighs fluttering and my pussy spasms around his head from just seeing and hearing him. “You feel that, Miche?”

“Hm-hah, just-” he works out around a moan, eyes going wide, mustache moving with his breath.

“I can’t take anymore, can I-” I sink onto him just a bit.

“Y-yes. Fuck, yesss, please.”

We groan together at the sensation of me taking him, groan at the relief. “Still shivering. Can you hold on ‘til I come?”

“‘Ll try,” he slurs.

“Gonna take you out when yours hits so lemme know, okay?”

He finds a moment of strength to put his hands behind his head, and he nods. “I will . . . c’n I watch you?”

I’m at the breaking point and can’t answer with anything other than my head nodding in time with my rhythm. His mouth a perfect O beneath his mustache, tears or sweat around his glazed eyes, brows scrunched together, but it’s his fucking whimpering that sends me over the edge.

“Shit,” he groans and starts muttering, clearly barely hanging on. “H-hey, it’s-uh, I’m go-” I slide off of his cock, settle back onto his thigh, and work his shaft, thumb to his glans. He sucks in a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and lets go with a strong, high pitched whine that changes to throaty whimpering haahs and ahs as his balls and cock spasm to release his come. The first reaches his chest, and the rest spills hot over my hand.

“Breathe, MIche, you did so good,” I praise him as he breathes down his chest, eyes locked on mine, and I gently release him.

He tries to say something but swallows to try again. “Thank you. Fuck, thank you.”

“You have a towel?” He points me to a dresser and flops back to breathe while I wipe my hands then his chest, stomach, and groin. I grasp his ankles and lift his heavy legs. “Here, get fully on the bed so you can be comfy and rest.” I kiss his forehead, eyelids, and chin. “You did great. I’m getting dressed and will be back with water and probably food.” He starts to move. “Rest, Miche, don’t get up. I’ll be back, and I’m gonna finish that book.”

“You gonna let me do this for you next?”

“Maybe.”

I think I luck out by avoiding running into anyone I know on the way to the kitchen, but my captain catches me in the same damn hall as before on the way back to Miche’s room. He’s smiling without exactly smiling, it’s in his eyes. “You take good care of Miche, Scout?”

“Hope so,” I say, laughing at his comment. It’s probably innapropriate, but it’s Levi.

His lips twitch. “Sounded like it.”

“Stone walls here aren’t as soundproof as I thought, huh?” He lifts his chin, one side of his mouth smiling. We stare at each other for a beat.

“Bye, Captain.”

Miche’s breathing deeply when I get back, so I chug some water and snack on the bread and cheese at his desk while finishing the book, surprised that someone in the Survey Corps would enjoy something that touching.

[weirdsht]

LOL HI I HAVE A THOUGHT AGAINNN HEHEHE

Cale and the gang with someone who's a mermaid? They're scared shitless because of the insanity their fellow merfolk are expressing towards creatures that haven't done them anything too big. They can be transmigrated or just simply too self aware of what kind of people they are going to face if they keep meddling with other creatures' affairs with no reasonable explanation.

I love mermaids lol 😞

It can be platonic or romantic. I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE 🔥🔥🔥

Out of Their Minds - LoTCF & Mermaid! Reader

notes: thank you for enjoying my fics! I wrote something more lighthearted this time because I'm realised I kept writing angst. Low-key wanna do a pt.2 of this ngl. Also I know betta fishes live in shallow water but they are the most magnificent fish I have laid my eyes on so I wanted to use them

tags: mermaid reader, male reader (it wasn't planned, i was addressing to reader as a man before I could realise it lol), set after cale heals paseton, paseton/reader if you squint, i made a bunch of bullshit information about mermaids since there isn't much known about them anyways

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Sigh 

“This is what you get for working with shady people…”

You stare at the three mermaid corpses on top of a big rock. It was the middle of the night making the sight more eery. It makes you nauseous. Especially as you notice how one of them is armless.

However, you didn’t pity them.

“Serves you right to be honest.”

You whispered in the corpse’s ear as you sat on top of the boulder. Your mermaid tail swaying against a part of the rock that has no mermaid on it.

“How did you lose your arm though? Did you anger the Whale Tribe so much that they took your arm as a souvenir?”

Looking at the sea you wondered who killed them.

“Maybe it was that ruffian called Archie? But I heard rumours from the fishes that the Whale King will beat him to a pulp if he goes too far.”

Humming in disbelief, you continued talking to the corpse as though they were still alive.

“Hmm, but you guys crossed the line first so I guess doing this much to your bodies is nothing.”

You started thinking about what happened to the mermaid tribe as of late. Some shady organizations came and made a deal with them. You didn’t know much but you heard the organization called Arm was asking for a sea route.

“Wait, it’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? You’re working for something called Arm and you lost your arm when you died.” 

With your index finger pointing out, you tried to poke the cheek of the armless mermaid. But alas you couldn’t do it. Too disgusted at their mummified looks.

“Eww, you all look so gross. Why am I even sitting on top of you all? I’m gonna go back now before that weirdo magic spearman who keeps calling himself my hyung looks for me.”

Grimacing at the thought of the guy who insisted you’re his family now, you tried to get off the boulder you were sitting on. You may be an orphan, but you aren’t desperate to acquire new family members.

Shaaaa

As you try to climb down, you hear a soft splashing sound from behind. It sounds like water being manifested out of thin air.

Wait… Water out of thin air?

That could only mean the Whale Tribe. Not just ordinary ones, but one of the Shickler’s children.

Panicking, you tried to turn around while climbing down. Which only resulted in you falling off the boulder and landing hard on your butt.

“Wait wait wait! Is that a sword? Oh my god, it’s Paseton. Wait no should I call you his highness Paseton?”

Teary eyes and mouth spouting a bunch of nonsense because of panic made the half-blood whale stop in his tracks. Usually, when he encounters a mermaid they would spare no time attacking him.

“Are you about to discard those bodies in the water?”

“What? No way! If I did that those weird people would find me sooner.”

“Weird… People?”

Paseton lowered his sword and you relaxed a little. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand before addressing the whale’s confusion.

“Yeah! You should know about it already. I heard the turtles talking about how the mermaids are haunting you because you found out they were working with humans! Oh, but you don’t seem hurt, good for you!”

You gave him a thumbs-up as if you weren’t on the verge of crying because you fell earlier.

The half-blood whale finds you weird. It looks like you have no intentions of hurting him. In fact, it looks like you’re supporting him?

“...You’re that rumoured eccentric mermaid. Son of the previous mermaid leader.”

“No need to make it sound good. I know the rumours actually call me crazy and not eccentric. But yes that’s me, the crazy orphan whose parents got assassinated by mermaids. They're the real lunatics if you ask me.”

Paseton hesitantly shook the hand you offered.

“But why are you here? I heard you’ve gone missing and the mermaid tribe are worried sick looking everywhere for you?”

“You’re one to talk, I heard your sister is going crazy looking for you too.”

Letting go of his hand, you began to explain what happened.

“You already know about it but the merpeople are getting help from above ground. That was also why they assassinated my mother, the previous mermaid leader. She wanted to straighten out the relationship between our tribe and yours. She also initially refused the offer that the humans made. Look where that got her.“

Because of that you became wanted by the merpeople too. They framed it as looking for the lost heir but what they really want is to capture you to exploit your abilities.

As thanks for not killing you, you explained your special abilities to Paseton. Your poison is three times stronger than normal mermaids. You also possess the ability to heal any poison that comes from water and it’s creatures in it. Another special ability of yours is transforming into a fish. A secret ability that only the direct blood of the true mermaid leader can possess.

“My poison is strong enough to do this.”

Stretching your arms, you demonstrated your poison to Paseton by letting it out on the mermaid beside you. This rendered the already armless mermaid tailless.

“The sight is disgusting each time. Not pretty at all.”

You gag as you watch the mermaid’s tail turn into green goo before it sizzles, leaving no trace behind.

“So what do you think? I was planning on leaving these bodies but I can get rid of them for you. In exchange, you’ll let me be on my merry way.” 

Paseton nodded and you took that as a cue to start disintegrating the corpses with your poison.

“Where do plan to go now?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. The mermaids have gone crazy, I’m too scared to even look at them. Both the whales and the whale tribe won’t leave me alone if they see me because they’ll think I’m one of those lunatics. Maybe I’ll forever transform into a fish and create a fantasy nation and call it Lemuria or something.”

You said it in a joking manner but Paseton can see the fear in your eyes as you talk about the merpeople. At that moment the whale tribe prince pitied you. You have essentially become an outsider with nowhere to run to.

He was about to make an offer when a water whip struck beside you.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about, now a water whip is out to kill me. Wait waterwhip? Witira?!” 

You desperately looked at the man in front of you.

“Hey, I helped you get rid of the bodies right? You said you’ll let me go right? So please explain to your sister I didn’t do anything.”

“What are you doing to my brother?!”

Witira’s angry voice from behind made you look at his brother more desperately. Paseton nodded as he walked towards his sister.

“Noona stop, he doesn’t mean any harm. We were just having a chat.”

“With a mermaid?”

Paseton begins explaining what happened to Witira. From how he gets help from a noble to you helping him get rid of the mermaids. He also explained how you’re on the run from the mermaids and the people working with them.

As Paeston speaks you tried to use their distracted state as an opportunity to go back to the sea.

Keyword being “try”.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You feel the humpback whale half-blood scoop your fish form from the shore. 

“A betta fish huh? You’re quite pretty.”

Good thing you’re a fish so the siblings wouldn’t be able to see you blush. Your fins did shine a little brighter though. Light blue with a red and white undertone that makes you look purple glistened under the moonlight. 

But there’s no way they’ll know that’s how you show being flustered in fish form so it’s good.

“What do you want with me? I already did my end of the deal~”

You whined and flopped around Paseton’s hands, throwing a tantrum. The man only chuckled while his sister watched in amusement.

“Yes, yes. But I want to make another deal.”

That made you stop flailing around.

“Turn back first. The water in my hands is running out, you already splashed most of it out.”

Obeying, you transformed back into your mermaid form. You expected Paseton to put you down then. However, he didn’t and decided to carry your bridal style instead.

He may be the weakest of the whale tribe but his still stronger than most humans.

“So what do you want?”

You crossed your arms, pouting because you lost your chance to make a getaway.

“Well, I was thinking of taking you back with us. You have nowhere to go right? You can just live with us.”

Both you and Witira looked at him quizzically. 

“What’s in it for you?”

“We’ll use your abilities when fighting the mermaids. You also have an information network that consists of sea creatures right? We’ll use that too.”

“Those are my friends, not a measly information network thank you very much. Also, didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I’m scared of mermaids now. I can’t even look at them.”

“Who says you have to look at them?”

You questioned what Paseton was saying. Meanwhile, Witira observes his brother. She agrees with his plan. After hearing what happened to you and your abilities, she knows you’ll be a useful card.

However, she knows her brother. And she knows that the way he's looking at you means more than what his entailing. He also seems confident that he’ll get you to go home with them before the sun rises.

Hmm, maybe that’s her fault for spoiling him too much…

“You don’t have to face them yourself. You don’t even have to leave the Whale Tribe village if you want. You’ll just have to use your abilities from far away and help us defeat the mermaid tribe.”

“...”

You mulled about it for a few seconds. It’s not like you have anything else to lose as you already lost everything. It is also true that you have nowhere to go. Your sea creature friends can only hide you for so long before you have to run away again. It also doesn’t seem like the humpback whale is lying.

Plus Paseton is pretty cute.

Wait what?

“So I don’t have to face them?”

“No.”

“Will I have my own house?”

“Hmm, not yet but I have a house that’s separate from our family residence. You can live there with me”

“Not bad… You promise I won’t meet them right? Including those crazy people that keep calling themself my new family.”

“I promise.”

“Can you buy me a large fish tank that’s installed in my house?”

“Making demands already? I’ll have a custom-made fish tank and pool, just for you.”

“Okay, deal!”

You raised your arms in celebration, already thinking just how beneficial this whole ordeal was for you. You’ll just have to provide them with your assistance that’s being used for the greater good and you’ll be spoiled as a compensation? Sweet.

Witira only shook her head at your conversation. She could already tell she had a lot to explain to her father once the three of you go home.

Oh well, as long as her brother is happy.

[yuristarz]

Hello! Welcome to the first real chapter of Krampuslauf. I know i just posted the prolouge a bit ago, but I'm so excited about this concept right now that I just had to continue writing. I hope you guys like this one!

Prolouge

(English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes)

🌲Krampuslauf(1/?)🌲

Summary:

A nice Christmas getaway, this is what this should've been. An out from your regular stressful life, but things quickly turn from sweet to sour after a certain someone or something invites himself into your life.

A König x fem!reader fanfic inspired by the folktales of Krampus

Disclaimer: he talks about hurting reader but not in detail!!!

This is an 18+ story, so minors please dni!

The bathwater is luke warm when you get out, the wine glass is empty and you're well relaxed. After taking one of the fluffy towels you wrap it tightly around yourself and go towards the sink it's time to get ready for bed. Your luggage can wait, you'll have time for that tomorrow.

Reaching the master bedroom after quickly pulling your pajamas out of your suitcase you smile to yourself. This bedroom is a massive upgrade from yours back home. A king-sized bed a great view and even a fireplace. Yeah you can definitely manage with this place.

Falling into the bed felt like falling on a cloud, soft, warm, and fuzzy. The amounts of blankets and pillows comforting to the touch. Immediately the exhaustion sets in, the jetlag and the long drive finally catching up. After getting comfortable you quickly fall into a dream-less sleep.

You made it almost pitifully easy for him to stalk you. Leaving your curtains open like this, like you want someone to watch you be so vulnerable. His masked head tilts as he focuses on you. Leaning against the windowsill, his eyes glowed an ominous redish blue through the two holes at the front.

After a while of watching you a thought made its way to his head, he could just break in right now...do horrible things to you, unspeakable even. Make sure after he's done with you, people will fear him again. No, not tonight it's too early he tels himself. he'll let you live a bit longer.. let you settle in.

And when the time is right, he'll make you wish you had stayed wherever you came from...

The morning sun makes you squint your eyes as you slowly rise from the bed and stretch. You look around the room again, and your gaze stops by the window. Weird... yesterday an even coat of snow covered the windowsill. You were sure of it, maybe it was a bird or squirrel or it was always like that. Probably nothing to worry about.

After getting up and making your way downstairs you rummage through the cupboards and fridge. There isn't much to eat, mostly dry stuff and a few cans of fruit and onw with stew. You'd definitely have to drive to the small village at the bottom of the mountain to get some more things to eat.

After a quick meal consisting of crackers and some marmalade, you take your suitcases and drag them up the stairs to your bedroom. Opening the big doors to the wardrobe you start to stuff your clothes in it, making sure to put together an outfit together on the way. Now done with stuffing the wardrobe, you push your empty luggage under the bed and get changed.

You walk down the stairs once more and put your winter boots on by the door. As much as you'd love to just stay holed up here in the mountains for the next 14 days you still need food, so that meant driving down the snowie roads and getting enough food as to not make another trip down.

He watches silently as you walk out of the cabin and get in your car and start the motor. Good. That would give him some time to think about the best way to go about this.

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Hi! Thanks for reading chapter 1 of Krampuslauf! It's a bit short but I think as the story continues they'll get longer. I hope you guys liked it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated <3

Since you wanted to get tagged :) @kneelingshadowsalome

[un-unavoidableanxiousball]

This is my first time taking part in a bingo of any kind : ] Kudos to @fandom-free-bingo for creating my bingo card. Constructive criticism is welcome since this is also my first time writing for a fandom.

Masterlist Masterlist²

Prompt used: Forehead Kisses

Rating: General

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Tags: fluff, established relationship, possible out of character

Warnings: none

Word count: 391

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Hob finally finished checking and grading his students' tests. Winter break and Christmas is in about two weeks. Therefore it's no surprise his students are putting less effort in school. Everybody's excited and restless.

Hob, himself, is no better. Especially since this year he's gonna spend it with his Stranger, his friend and now his lover - Dream! (Hob finally knows his friend's name. Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, The Sandman, Prince of Stories, Shaper of Forms, Dream of the Endless. He shall rejoice with that knowledge in his heart forever.)

His first Christmas with Dream. That thought alone doesn't fail to bring a smile on Hob's face.

Hob gathers all papers after sorting them and tucks them in respective folders. Hob goes to stand up from his desk when the sound of sand swirling in the air reaches his ears.

"Hob." Dream greets Hob with that sultry voice of his which makes Hob's grin even wider.

Nowadays Dream drops by almost every few days. Unless The Dreaming or other tasks need his undivided focus and attention - Dream tends to come unannounced. Hob doesn't mind. At all. In fact, some days, he still finds it astonishing how the Endless prefers his company.

In seconds Hob is in front of his lover. "Hello Duck." he presses a quick kiss on Dream's lips "Just finished grading. So we can head home now."

"Hmm.. I know." Dream hums.

"You watched and waited, didn't you?"

"Perhaps." Hob hears the amusement in his lover's voice.

"You're lucky I love you." Hob kisses Dream's forehead.

"I'm aware." Dream replies half teasingly, half seriously. "I wonder at your kindness and love you harbor for me. I'm exceptionally fortunate to have your affection direct my way." Hob can't look away from those bright stars in his lover's eyes. "Everyone I loved I brought to ruin. Yet I fully treasure your heart as you hold mine with such care. " Dream murmurs. Hob presses a long kiss on his partners head with his eyes closed. Filled with love and admiration he tightens his arms around Dream and whispers "You deserve it."

Dream rests his head on Hob's shoulder. They stay in each other's embrace. Neither of them willing to pull away.

"You break my heart. You wanted to me to cry." Hob breaks the silence.

"Perhaps."

"Love, you're ridiculous." Hob laughs.

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I honestly think I got more than a little sidetracked. I think that's gonna be my goal for the next prompt - to stay on topic. : ]]

[theonlyheracless]

Winter Waltz

Notes :

Hello !! This is my first time writing a fic so i'm sorry if it's not up to standards </3 While reading the Winter Wonderland prompt list this idea came to mind and I just couldn't NOT write it down. So I gave writing a shot ! Constructive criticism or suggestions to help me improve are 100% welcomed 🤍

【 FILE INFO 】:

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

➣ Slight (It isn’t slight, im so sorry) ooc Dottore

➣ Dottore x gn!reader

「PROMPTS」 # 16, 23, 25

「WORD COUNT」: 647

「EVENT」: Winter Wonderland by @dustofthedailylife

↯ CW: none

It has been a while since Dottore has visited you, usually, he would be out and about executing orders from the Tsaritsa, or attending fatui meetings. Leaving his schedule packed. It was finally the month of December and you decided, why not give him a surprise visit in Snezhnaya? Christmas was coming and you wanted to spend it with Dottore, it would be your first Christmas together. Surely even the Fatui gets holiday breaks too right?

You finally stepped out onto the docks of Sneznhaya, it was a sight to behold, the land covered in a blanket of white. You clearly underestimated the temperature, this being the first time you went into the nation, it seems like you didn't have enough layers on you. You clearly lacked preparation.

Oh, oh you clearly lacked necessary preparation. Dottore has never told you the location of his lab, he never felt like he had to tell you, because he expected to be taking you to Sneznhaya. He never expected you to go on a surprise visit.

Gears started turning in your head, how am I going to make it to the lab? Will I be able to survive in this cold? Maybe if I look around for a bit I can run into a Fatui member and ask them where his lab is? Scratch that, I don't even think they know me.

“Name.” Your thought process was interrupted by a voice, a very familiar voice. You look took a glance behind you to confirm if you were hearing things or if he really was there. He is there, Dottore, in the flesh, standing and staring at you, arms crossed with a questioning look on his face.

“How?.. ” you stared back at him in bewilderment. Dottore sighs and started explaining something regarding his clones, right his clones... You couldn't catch the rest of his explanations, it was starting to get unbearably freezing. You felt something draped over your shoulders, it was a long white coat with black fur, it was the coat Dottore was wearing. "You're cold, take it. We don't want you dying during your first visit do we?" He chuckled as he started walking in a direction, the direction to his lab you assumed.

This was the very first time you were seeing actual snow, you saw them on the pictures Dottore would include when he sends mails to you, but you never saw them with your own two eyes. Not too far off into the distance you could see a frozen lake. Dottore notices your attention is focused elsewhere and looks at the direction your attention was focused to.

"Do you wanna go to the lake?" He asks. You weren't sure if you were disrupting his schedule, what if he had meetings to be in right now? Dottore, sensing your worries grabs your hand and makes a detour towards the frozen lake.

"Everyone should dance amidst the falling snowflakes at least once in their lives." He hummed offering you support while he leads you to step onto the iced lake. It was hard to get a hold of yourself at first, almost landing on your butt a couple of times if it wasn't for Dottore holding your hand.

You skated and slid across the surface of the lake, admiring the colorless landscape. Compared to you who is constantly almost in the verge of slipping every second, Dottore skid gracefully, it almost even seemed like a dance. Before you knew it, Dottore was holding you by your waist and hand, inviting you for an enthralling dance of waltz, on this grandiose stage of ice.

Pulling you in, one last time to end off the dance. "You're definitely the only person I would do this for." He murmurs, head on your shoulder, arms wrapping you in the warmest embrace. One warm enough, to brave the glacial winds of Shneznhaya.

[antaresgalaeth]

Yearning for her (Sebastian Sallow x Hufflepuff OC)

Notes: Hi! This is my very first fanfic. My intention was to write a oneshot with a smut scene but I ended up writing more than expected, so I suppose now my next goal is finish it in a second chapter 😅 I am a completely rookie at writing, I'm just trying to have fun while I improve my skills. Please keep in mind that I'm not a English native speaker. Any corrections and constructive criticism are very welcome 🤗 (link with second part below).

Warnings: Angsty, Spoilers from Hogwarts Legacy, jealousy, toxic behavior, possessive Sebastian, smut (fingering, masturbation), toxic relationship, WiP✍🏻

Word count: 2826

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December, 1891. Alessa, Sebastian and Ominis are in their sixth year at Hogwarts following the events in Hogwarts Legacy. The relationship between Sebastian and Ominis was back to normal after a summer filled with conflict and reconciliation. Alessa has found a great friendship in both of the boys. But even though the situation calmed down and they finally could get a normal school year, there were still some unresolved tensions.

Sebastian noticed Alessa since last course, when they had their first duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a mysterious girl who had just arrived at Hogwarts at the age of 16 and, nevertheless, she beat him without even disheveled. Along the school year, she gave him her absolut support for trying to find a cure for Anne, his twin. Her great easiness to learn spells and cast them on the battlefield, her curiosity, her thirst for adventure and her kind heart made Sebastian lose his head for her over time. Since they finished 5th year and started in 6th year, he wanted to go a step further to show her how massive his desire was for her, but the guilt for his terrible past acts kept stopping him.

The only thing that didn't stop was his jealousy every time some guy got close to her. Alessa became a popular person, everyone at Hogwarts knew who she was, the girl who defeated Ranrok and Rookwood, apart from excelling in his classes even having started so late. “I approached her first'' thought Sebastian with rage each time something like that happened, while being flooded by feelings of urgency to make her his. Every time he saw her walking the halls or at the classroom, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

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Today was Potion class with Professor Sharp, in the morning. There she was, as radiant as every day and ready at her table, on Omini’s left side. Normally, when she was attending classes, she pulled back her hair in a low bun and a small and rebel lock always fell over her left cheekbone. Sebastian asked himself how it would be to the touch, imagining his fingers meandering through her hair, caressing her from the temple to her nape, at the same time he pulled his head close to hers, sensing their warm breath one over the other, until they lightly rub their lips and… “Are you planning to go in or are you going to stay by the door all day, Mr. Sallow?" Professor Sharp protested over Sebastian’s shoulder, he came behind him to start the class.

Everyone left what they were doing and they turned to the door, standing up, as a welcome to the Professor. “I’m sorry, Professor”, Sebastian's cheeks flushed when he realized he was daydreaming, so he bowed his head and quickened his step to reach his corresponding  cauldron, sitting on Alessa’s left side, leaving her in the middle of Ominis and himself. “A great start to the day, I see” Ominis mocked Sebastian. “You…see?” he answered in a sarcastic tone while raising his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side. Ominis chuckled at the same time that he was touching a sopophorous bean, helping himself with the sense of smell. “Good morning, Sebastian” Alessa received him at the table with her beautiful smile. He returned the gesture and winked.

“Today we will continue with the Draught of living death potion. Well, even if it doesn't take long to brew, it doesn’t mean it will be easy to make. At the end of the class you will be examined”. Professor Sharp made a pause, scanning his students’ faces, “Tell me, Miss Galaeth. Could you tell me what was the third step in its making?”. Alessa repositions herself in her chair to face the teacher with an upright posture, lowers her hands into her lap as her fingertips play against each other, looking up trying to remember. “Hmm… you have to… stir twice… clockwise”, she concluded faster as she was finishing. “Excellent, 5 points to Hufflepuff”. Alessa could relax her shoulders and let out a small huff of relief, spinning on herself to go back to their desk. To Sebastian, she looked very cute when she behaved that proper in class, knowing how savage she could become outside Hogwarts.

They've spent the rest of the class focusing on their own potion brewing to pass their exam. Sebastian was lost on the notes from his notebook, he had a large amount of annotations filled with priceless information that only he could understand, because his learning method was chaotic, like himself. Alessa began to help Ominis between whispers when she finished her potion successfully, whenever Professor Sharp was busy, when she saw him struggling with it the second time he had to start over. Sebastian looked at them with a serious face, and not because he was worried about them getting caught by the Professor, precisely. Sebastian was happy about the good friendship that has been forged between his best friend and her though, but he couldn't avoid the feeling that something might come up between the two of them. Ominis never confessed anything about Alessa to him, but he didn’t talk about it either, about his true feelings for her. The thought of that brought a knot to his stomach.

Class ended and everyone ran out of there as if someone had dropped a stink bomb. “You cannot realize how much I appreciate your help from before, I owe you” Ominis said to Alessa, his head tilted towards her with his glassy eyes looking nowhere. “The truth is I admire your determination for brewing potions, Ominis. It must be tremendously complex without seeing what you’re doing”, she made a brief pause, “I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but sometimes I observe you working with the ingredients and…”, she laughed nervously, “...one day I covered my eyes trying to make a Wiggenweld potion. The results were a complete mess!”. Ominis frowned with a smile, “I suppose that for someone who depends on their sight so much, it’s more complicated”. Sebastian started to feel left out so he joined the conversation, “I’ve already tried to learn braille when I met him our 1st year”, he put a hand on Ominis’ shoulder and getting in the way of those two, “The only thing I could manage to understand was the letter ‘A’, because it was just a dot. No idea of the rest”, he raised the same arm that was on Ominis to scratch himself in the nape with his hand.

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“I’ll meet you by lunch time, I have no more classes until then” Ominis said, deviating his walk to a secluded bench in the Central Hall, to do some reading about Herbology. Alessa kept her path to the Transfiguration class along with Sebastian and other classmates, like Natty and Garreth. Before crossing the gate to the courtyard, Peeves showed up from nowhere, scaring everyone and Sebastian landed on his butt. “Booo!” The ghost, bursting of laughter, stole Sebastian’s notebook that fell on the floor and, with a fart-like sound plus a sneer, he flew towards the corridor they had left behind, where the Potion class was. “Wiiii. I bet you can't catch me!” screamed Peeves in the distance.

“Damn poltergeist!” Sebastian growled while standing up. “Go without me, I don’t want you to miss class because of me” he said to Alessa, she couldn't do anything but press her lips and to frown her forehead, Peeves' nuisance was very well known, so she wished him good luck and he went ahead quickening his pace to retrieve his notebook, at the same time he was condemning the ghost. 

Christmas decorations were starting to appear everywhere at Hogwarts. A lot of boys and girls standing in the halls under the mistletoe, excited, waiting for their crush to try to get a kiss from them. The silly giggles were the soundtrack between classes these days.

“Hey” You are Alessa Galaeth, right?” Alessa was crossing the courtyard that adjoined the Transfiguration class, when a guy from Gryffindor called for her in a deep voice. He was leaning on one side of the many arcs from the corridor that surrounded the patio, his legs and arms crossed. His friends departed and he was left alone. Alessa pointed to herself with one finger and he made a gesture with his hand to her so she would come closer.

“Hi, do you need my help with anything?” She was used to people asking her favors from time to time since she came to the school. The boy straightened, he was tall and corpulent. His golden hair fell flat to his eyebrows, he had piercing indigo blue eyes and his full lips extended to a smile where perfect teeth peeked out. “I’m James Wright, I have the pleasure of meeting you at last, I wanted to know the legend of Hogwarts personally”, the boy stretched out his hand and Alessa did the same, waiting for a handshake, but instead he took her hand softly and planted a kiss on the back. Alessa showed him a courtesy smile, “Nice to meet you too, James, but I’ve never considered myself a legend. By the way, you are the keeper of the Quidditch team, aren’t you?” Alessa has been hearing his name in the girls’ bathroom the whole trimester, every girl wanted to date him before the summer vacations, because he was in the 7th year already and now was their last chance with him. “The very same” he nodded, widening his shoulders proudly.

James was bragging about his last feats on the Quidditch pitch for a few moments. Every few seconds he would take a step to move the conversation further down the corridor. There came a time when Alessa got lost in her thoughts thinking she would be late for class, until a sudden movement surprised her.

James brought his big hand closer to Alessa’s face, he tucked her lock behind her ear and creeped his fingers under her jawline to hold her chin and lift it so they could see each other’s eyes. “My teammates were right, you’re not only an extraordinary witch but also a beautiful one indeed”. Alessa buried his head in the scarf as much as she could. James, with an imposted surprise, signaled to the ceiling “Oh, look! We’re right under the mistletoe”. Alessa looked up instinctively. “Tradition says that anyone who’s been kissed under it, they'll find love”, he continued.

When Alessa returned the gaze, he was arching his back to meet her height. “Would you like to test it?” he whispered in her ear. Blood rose to her cheekbones quickly, “I’m flattered, but I think I'll pass, thank you” she murmured, frowning her eyebrows. James extended his left arm to lean it against the wall, cornering Alessa, their robes rubbed against each other. His other hand went to comb his fringe back, showing his features better. “There’s no need to get nervous”, he chuckled, “Is it because you haven’t kissed anyone yet?”. Alessa’s lips squeezed into a horizontal line, that was a very personal question. She was reserving her first kiss to someone special and he definitely wasn’t.

James wouldn’t give up, his success with the girls made him think that anyone would surrender to his charms, that Alessa was playing hard to get. “Don’t worry, just close your eyes and let yourself go. I bet you another kiss that you’re going to like it”, he said with a seductive voice. Alessa didn’t know where to look, “I thank you for your interest in me, truly, but we can leave it here, ok?” she muttered uneasily while she extended one foot to get out of James's personal space. He grabbed her by her arm, not letting her leave. “You're not going to make me beg, are you? Come on, I’ll buy you something later, at The Three Broomsticks”. Alessa opened her mouth to reply but someone spoke in her place.

“Leave my friend alone! Don’t you have a shred of decency?” Ominis was approaching from the corner of the corridor with his wand raised to guide him, his tone reminded Alessa that time when he scolded her upon hearing her leave the Undercroft the first time she went there. “I think she said NO, so let her be at once!”. James straightened up, broadening his shoulders and letting his arms fall to his sides, Ominis may not be able to see him, but his aura was imposing. “I’m sorry, but this is a private conversation between her and me, so go stick your nose somewhere else, Slytherin”, James sneered at him. Ominis leaned his head even more with anger, adding tension to his hands closed in fists with elbows slightly arched. His body swayed slightly. “I know who you are and my family has direct contact with the Headmaster, if you ever come bothering her again, I’ll have Quidditch to be suspended a second time”. James snorted at the threat “You’ll have the whole school against you, if you do that”. “Do you think I care? Try me and you’ll see” Ominis snapped. Alessa wasn't so sure if he was bluffing or telling the truth, his words were convincing though. 

James recognized who Ominis Gaunt was, his last name was very well known in the wizarding world and there weren’t any other blind students in Hogwarts. In case of doubt, James clicked his tongue exasperated, looked at Alessa without saying a word and he walked away where Ominis came from while shaking his head and muttering, consciously bumping his shoulder into his. Ominis wobbled for a moment not expecting the tackle, but was able to stabilize.

 Alessa stood fast in front of Ominis and she hugged him at the same time she snorted in relief “Ominis! Thank you so much for getting rid of him”. She breathed deeply on the back of his neck, a fresh woody fragrance flooded Alessa's lungs. Ominis relaxed the gesture and, with a warm grin, he hugged her back, “I’m glad I arrived on time. I’ve listened to a group of students whispering about a certain James from the Quidditch team, they had bet that he would get a kiss from the savior of Hogwarts” his last words were spoken with aversion, “That’s why I stopped my reading and headed back here because it was obvious they were talking about you. Are you alright?”. Alessa's heart began to beat very fast, she moved away from the hug, leaving her hands resting on Ominis' shoulders. “I am now. Do you remember what you’ve just said to me after the exam? We’re even”. She leaned towards him and gave him a timid fleeting kiss on the cheek that she would regret due to the shame it would cause her instantly, but she couldn't help it, it came from her soul.

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Sebastian finally recovered his notebook from Peeves. He was crossing at forced marches The Transfiguration Courtyard when he caught sight of Ominis being kissed by a girl out of the corner of his eye. She was standing on tiptoes because she was a little shorter than him. Sebastian remained still to the spot “Since when does Ominis let himself be kissed under the mistletoe? This is new” he thought. Tempted to find out who the girl was so he could pester him for the rest of the year about what he had just witnessed, he approached them to see who she was. His mischievous countenance went somber when he took a few steps and realized it was Alessa. HIS Alessa.

Everything began to spin, he began to imagine Alessa and Ominis kissing passionately with their hands exploring each other's bodies like savages, holding hands under the table, while he stood by with the potions, and a succession of creative scenes that made his heart shatter. His hands froze and began to sweat, his ears burned and he began to spin on the spot, raising his fists and throwing them down hard to vent his frustration.

Alessa and Ominis took their respectives paths, she entered the class and Ominis headed towards the Central Hall again. Neither of them noticed that Sebastian was there, cursing himself for not having the courage to say anything to Alessa earlier. What does Ominis have that he doesn't?. As if he had lost all energy, he reminded himself "He's not a murderer like me." Completely defeated, he walked into class with his head bowed, avoiding looking at or engaging in conversation with Alessa at all times.

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