#even the kiss looks more convincing than the canon one :B

[sandorara]

A Royal Wedding in Sanbreque ・ Part 2

Dion and Terence, recreated in FF14

[demonvibez]

[Yandere] Mammon ♡

Rating: Mature [MDNI] Tags: dark content, possessiveness, fighting, stalking, implied murder, smut, gn body parts, penetration mentions, cock warming, semi public sex, changed canon events Word Count: 1.4k+ A/N: I love yans and I love Mams soooo...here we are lol. Happy Birthday to my favorite greedy demon ♡ Mammoney!

♡ Yandere Mammon, who has been by your side since the very first day you dropped into the Devildom.

-> He didn't think much of you at first - a mere hassle dropped onto his plate by his Prideful elder brother. But it doesn't take long for the Avatar of Greed to become completely obsessed with you.

-> He actually made Lucifer give him your file ahead of time, wanting to size up how much trouble you'd be and see what kinda wealth you'd be bringing him. When his golden eyes landed on your picture though, a new sense of greed wrapped itself around his heart, and he knew he just had to have you.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who is a hell of a lot smarter than his brothers give him credit for.

-> He's the one that actually planted the seed in Leviathan's mind that you should make a pact with Mammon in the first place. Paying his debt to the Third Born was worth having the chance to cement himself as your first pact mate - which he always uses to his advantage.

-> Any situation you find yourself in, Mammon manipulates his way to get access to you - whether it's his usual antics (like him 'whining' about being your first man), or even some of his more greedy tricks like bribery, you'll always find him right next to you. There are even times he uses the pact to summon himself to you, and convinces you that it was subconsciously your idea because you always need him by your side - 'Ya know I was tasked to protect ya after all, treasure.'

-> On the rare occasion that Mammon can't be with you at the moment, he sends his murder of crows to look after you - especially even when you're with one of his brothers. His feathered familiars keep an eye on you no matter the realm, and they diligently report back to their Master with any findings.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose greed for you knows no bounds.

-> Whenever you're with one of his brothers, he finds a way to squeeze himself in. He gives them a look of warning - he wouldn't necessarily kill one of his brothers, but they might find themselves befalling serious misfortune if they don't back off from you. 

-> He doesn't afford that same luxury to strangers, though. Sure, he may start off with the warning of bad luck, each demon that gets too close to you suddenly finding themselves penniless. But if they still don't get the hint between that and Mammon's death glare, then he'll be sure to follow them home and have a nice chat with them later - just be sure to kiss his bruised and bloody knuckles when he comes home and lies about it.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who wants nothing more than to hoard you to himself like a rare Devildom treasure - because that's what you are to him.

-> He absolutely took Beelzebub's custard on purpose, knowing your room would get demolished in the process. Before Lucifer could make you move into Beel's room however, Mammon spots Satan and ropes him into the scene, knowing he would get triggered by the First Born and escalate the situation worse. Fists get thrown between Pride and Wrath, and Mammon uses the opportunity to steal you away to his room.

-> You pretty much live in his room now - he's replaced your destroyed belongings and given you space in his own closet. You don't notice a few of your things still going missing occasionally - and you definitely don't notice the secret door in the back of his closet, leading to the shrine he's made of you, your missing items adorning the altar.

-> Something else you fail to notice, is how he prolongs the reconstruction of your bedroom. It first started with him just tearing down the current work being done to rebuild it - that is, until he got the idea that if he started picking off the construction demons one by one, it'd surely slow down production. It was quite messy work at first, until he remembered his little brother was the Avatar of Gluttony who has never left a scrap of food behind.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who despite wanting you all for himself, still loves to show you off as 'His' to any and everyone.

-> He may be the Avatar of Greed, but he absolutely loves making people jealous - he wants them to covet what he owns, especially when it comes to you. He buys you revealing outfits that cost a pretty Grimm, just to dress you up and parade you around the city on his arm.

-> His public displays of affection for you are constant - there's not a single being in the Devildom that hasn't seen the way his hands grab your body, the way he presses his lips to your neck. And when he gives you gifts, he makes sure to do it in front of other people, so they can see the way you look at him and kiss him on the lips so lovingly. 

♡ Yandere Mammon, who toys with how much luck you have in order to keep himself as close to you as possible.

-> Some days Mammon feels you aren't giving him enough attention, and you suddenly find yourself having the worst luck - bad grades, failed cooking, accidental injuries. And there Mammon is, right there by your side with open arms, ready to care for you like the perfect boyfriend that he is.

-> Other days, Mammon spoils the hell outta you - with all that good luck on your side, you suddenly find that you won a ton of Grimm from some Devilgram contest you don't remember entering, and he's convincing you to go away to the beach for a week, just the two of you.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who infects those around him with greed in order to move along his own hidden agenda.

-> He talks his way into going to your meeting with Lord Diavolo, despite Lucifer also being there. All it took was a little greed and a few well placed words to convince them to give you a permanent citizenship in the Devildom, despite all of their earlier reservations. The elder demons later side eye Mammon, but he just throws his hands up, insisting he couldn't possibly be that powerful and doing his best to hide his smugness.

-> He uses this ability on his brothers as well - usually either on Satan, Asmodeus or Belphegor. Whenever he isn't getting his way, he infects one (or multiple) of them with his greed, standing back with an arm around your shoulder and his signature smirk on his face as he hears his brothers argue with Lucifer for him - his brothers already love you, so they don't think too much about it.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose obsession with you fills him with an inherent need to mark you as his.

-> He needs everyone to see that you belong to him. It starts off innocently, with him giving you gifts of jewelry and insisting you wear them. Some of the jewelry very obviously brandish his sigil and symbols, but little did you know, the other pieces have secret inscriptions to let other demons know that you're his.

-> And of course he put his pact mark somewhere obvious, in a spot you couldn't hide it. 'Why would ya wanna hide it, anyways?!'

-> He also loves to bite - why wouldn't ya want his adorable fang marks on the side of your neck? He'll take any chance he can get to add another permanent little mark of his on you - without hurting you too much, of course.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose greed seeps into every fiber of his being as he passionately fucks you into his mattress.

-> You don't miss the way he chants 'Mine' over and over like a prayer as he roughly thrusts into you - the way his rings dig into your flesh as he holds you too tightly through your shared orgasms, silently vowing to never let you go.

-> He pours greed into your pact in order to hear you beg for him - your own avarice causing you to cock warm him even after you've both fallen asleep, so full of his sin you can't stand the thought of separating.

-> Sometimes he's so needy for you that he can't wait until the two of you get home - he'll pull you into a storage closet or an empty classroom and start having his way with you - he doesn't even care if someone hears the two of you, in fact he almost wishes they would. Knowing he's the only one that can have you this way makes him want to pound you against the wall that much harder.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who will stop at nothing to keep you forever.

"Ya don't know just how much ya mean to me, treasure. I'm never lettin' ya go."

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[patrophthia]

theodore nott headcanons

these are just my personal characterisations of theodore nott and just me rambling about him bc i love him. please let me know some of your own head canons of him and let’s talk about it!!

this has no word counts, not beta read, just fueled by my love for theodore (be kind about it please)

let’s start of with some canon complaints ones!

from what we know theodore (physically) has dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin and was described as lanky/tall. based off of these, i think he definitely has a few girls outwardly crushing on him. like how can you not when he’s quiet and tall? honestly i get.

theodore, with his pale skin, would honestly get flustered very easily and you can tell by his ears!! HIS EARS THAT TURNS RED WHEN HE FEELS JUST SLIGHT EMBARRASSED AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER (im taking no arguments here) i said what i said. theo would def keep his hair longer to help mask this little quirk of his and it would work for the most part, if not for the red tips shining through his dark locks from time to time

with how tall he is, i think he’d be pretty clumsy and uncoordinated but it’s just that he has amazing luck that no one ever gets to see him fall flat on his face.

he’s smart, we know this, but i think he’d definitely be book smart rather than street smart (that’s why blaise is in the picture), he’d be pretty closed off and intimidating to anyone who wasn’t part of his friend group, def the type to glare at you if you looked at him wrong

never held hand romantically before, this man gives off straight up ‘no bitches 🤨’ vibes

always needs comforts/hugs or any kind of support but would isolate himself from anyone who tries to provide him any of that because he’s scared of being seen as vulnerable by them

so so hard to read when you first meet him, but the more you spend just literally sitting by his sides you start to able to differentiate between his hums and nods (that’s all you’ll get from him so long as he’s sober and not your boyfriend)

i personally think seventeen’s jeon wonwoo is so so fitting for theodore (or atleast the theodore i write) he has the very cold closed off ice prince thing going on but is such a cutie i love him

now for some romantic traits one

isn’t the biggest fan of PDA —that is if it’s not him initiating it, i feel theo is the type to hold your hand under your desk, or linked pinkies as you walked down the streets, he’s very subtle with his touches but he likes having you in his hands? (if that makes sense)

forehead kisses enthusiast!!!! he would leave a small little peck on your forehead whenever you’d separate for your own classes, he does it very quick —so quick that no one ever catches it and it’s just between you and him and it’s so sickeningly sweet

would have a hard time with impromptu dates, theodore is the type to go all out when it comes to date so when the slightest thing goes wrong he thinks the whole date is wrong and you’re going to break up with him (please reassure him that you aren’t)

has a pet of some sort, he’s such a loser there’s no way he doesn’t have one; convinced you to adopt a v chubby grey cat on your first anniversary, ernie is a very happy member of the family!

isn’t the biggest pet name user? i know i write theodore using princess a lot but it’s mostly to avoid using y/n. but truthfully i think theodore would mostly call you by your name, and on the rare occasions he uses a pet name it would be between baby or my love

lovveeees being called pet name though, call him sweetheart and watch him be at your beck and call

when he loves he loves hard, you can’t tell me theodore wouldn’t be obsessed with you when you’re together. when it’s in private it’s so obvious that he wants to just bask in your attention even though he never does anything (he thinks) is worthy of it, the type to pull away from a kiss with a dopey look and try but fail to hide a smile from you

you know that trope of A calling B clingy and B distance themself bc they’re upset? ITS SO THEODORE, he’s very averse to touch and maybe one day you’re just feeling a bit too upset and need comfort from him “why are you always so clingy?” slips out and everything just comes to pause.

he knows it before he even looks at you that you’re upset, the type that thinks ‘my gf is mad at me i wish i was dead’

doesn’t really know how to apologize to you but you seem pretty cool about it, you’re still going to bed with him and not banishing him to the couch, you won’t let him touch you though “something about it being too hot”

it’s the next day when you won’t even look in his direction let alone kiss him that makes him want to hire a hitman on himself, will buy you so many things as an apology it doesn’t really work

almost asked blaise for help but scratched that idea and asked for pansy’s help instead (still doesn’t really work)

at the end hired a chef and prep dinner in your shared apartment where he got onto his knees and apologize (yes he looked ridiculous, yes it was blaise’s idea, yes blaise told you the plans before hand and asked you for a photo of theodore begging for forgiveness, yes you did get one for him)

he’s possessive and wants you to himself but also knows his place, he knows when to step in and set healthy boundaries but always breaking them just to make you happy, tries to go above and beyond for you always

tried to talk more and communicate with you how he’s feeling because he does not want this relationship to end just because he doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings

such an act of service type of guy too? would run you a bath if you seemed down, learned to cook your favorite food for you despite having the money to always eat out at the best restaurant/hire a private chef to do it for you, knows your work/school schedule very well and made sure that his visits (if there were any) was well timed

big on quality time as well!!! he just likes to have your company no matter what it is you’re doing, he just likes being by your side

loves spoiling you!!! honestly it’s sick how he does it. i think theodore would be the type to buy you whatever you wanted without ever asking you if you wanted it, if the relationship gets more serious (we’re talking living together/sharing socks serious here) would hand you his v sleek black card if you were to tell him you were going out with your friends.

i could see you at one point having an argument with him about it like: “i’m your s/o theo, not your sugar baby.”

“why can’t you just be both?” this mf

—from bee: that’s all for my theodore related rambles, pls don’t be shy and send me ask about theodore so we can talk about him tgt!!!

[actuallysaiyan]

I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part 4)

warnings: kissing, mentions of nudity, canon type violence, use of cursed techniques, gossiping and rumours word count: 2.6k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: Kugisaki needs to know what's going on between you and Kento, so she'll do what ever she can to get the information straight from the source...Gojo! Meanwhile, you and Kento arrive in the village where your mission takes place and soon realize that there is more at stake than just a curse. taglist: @beneathstarryskies Part one|Part two|Part three

“What do you mean?!” Kugisaki asks Gojo, the man now smirking.

“I sent them on a mission!”

The first years are all piled in a classroom with their sensei, watching him attentively as he explains why Nanami and you won’t be present for the next few days. Kugisaki is practically bouncing in her seat as she hears this.

Itadori scratches his head, “B-but I’m supposed to be trained by Nanamin.”

Fushiguro smirks and rolls his eyes, “Don’t worry, he’ll still train you when he returns.”

Kugisaki is the only one who really knows what all of this means at this moment. Even if Gojo is wearing his blindfold, there’s a glint in his eyes. She wanted to ask so many questions, but really there was no way for Gojo to answer all of them.

“Kugisaki-chan, you seem excited about something. Would you like to share with the rest of the class?” Gojo asks, laughing softly.

“Sensei and Nanami are going to become a couple, right?! I mean the way they are always with one another and now this…”

Gojo laughs and the two other boys just seem to be disinterested or naive about the implications. Fushiguro tries to seem as though this is something that burdens him, but in reality he does want to know more. He’s always seen Nanami-san as someone no-nonsense, but it would seem that maybe the serious ex-salaryman has a bit of a fun side to him.

“Mmmm! Now wouldn’t that be exciting to see!”

They are all about to say something else when Shoko peeks her head inside the classroom. A frown spread on her face, but in reality, she’s tickled pink about the situation. She knows that you and Nanami have been pining for one another for a long time. Neither of you have the guts to truly come to terms with what’s going on either. 

“Gossipping about your co-workers, Satoru?” Shoko asks, and she opens the door fully now. Ijichi is by her side, a serious look on his face.

Gojo smirks, “Noooo! I would never! In fact, we are discussing a very serious mission.”

Shoko laughs sarcastically. He always has this way about him. It’s an act sometimes, but she can see that her colleague and good friend is also just as tickled pink as she is. She crosses her arms over her chest, an eyebrow cocked.

“So you aren’t discussing her and Nanami?”

The room falls silent and then Gojo laughs again, his smile spreading. Kugisaki looks over at Shoko, noticing how the older woman is faltering in her very serious look. It’s not a look that’s very convincing to any of them. It’s only Ijichi at this moment who seems to be taking all of this seriously, though he is very interested in knowing what’s going to happen next.

“Nanami and her are going on a very important mission.” Gojo explains.

Shoko shakes her head, “To the honeymoon inn?”

This causes the first years to gasp. Ijichi’s eyes widen and he’s wondering if that’s truly where Gojo has decided to send them off to.

Gojo scratches his chin thoughtfully, “Is that where that is? All I know is I got reports of a very serious curse. I figured two of the best first grade sorcerers could take care of it.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

“Wake up, darling.” Nanami’s voice softly comes through.

You blink a few times, and you realize you’re on the train still. When you look out the window, you notice that it’s dark out and that you’ve arrived at your destination. You yawn softly and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. When you look at Nanami again, you smile at the way he seems so much more relaxed than before.

“We’ve arrived.”

You take his hand, your body still disoriented from the sleep. He guides you outside of the train and towards the small station in this village. You two walk over to the luggage claim, waiting for your suitcases. You even take this moment as a way for you to press yourself close to him. Nanami wraps his arm around your waist, holding you as close to him as he can.

“Did you sleep well?” He inquires.

You nod and yawn again, “Yeah but I missed the whole train ride.”

This causes you to pout and Nanami finds it so fucking cute. You’re way too adorable when you’re sleepy like this. Once you two have located your suitcases, he insists on carrying them both to the inn. You want to protest, but you’re just a little too sleepy.

The walk from the station to the inn is nice. It’s a quiet little village. A few shops and residences line the streets. A few people are out and about, and there’s music coming from what looks like the bar. You look around, becoming charmed and enchanted by this sweet place. Kento keeps his arm wrapped around you tightly enough so that you stay close to him.

You enter the inn together, chatting about how beautiful this village is. Despite having a mission to go on together and to complete, it was still nice to get out of Tokyo and relax for a bit in a small village. 

At the counter is a small elderly woman who’s busy working on a crossword puzzle from the crinkled newspaper. She barely looks up and mutters something, but then you both watch as her face lights up when she notices just who she’s seeing.

“Ah!! Come in, come in! You must be Mr. and Mrs. Nanami!”

Your heart drops when you hear her greet you both like this. Is this really how Gojo made the reservations for you both? You look at Kento, who’s gritting his teeth but then he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we aren’t married.”

She frowns, “Oh but the nice man on the phone said…” Then she perks up. “Oh! I know, you aren’t married yet!”

Your cheeks burn at all of this. You were still a little sleepy and groggy, and knowing that Satoru had lied about you and Kento just made you even more susceptible to becoming embarrassed. Mostly you were embarrassed because you wished this was really your honeymoon. Or something similar at the very least.

“Right right,” Kento says, just trying to get her to stop talking about it. “We’re here for our room, ma’am.”

She winks before handing you the keys, “Honeymoon suite it is! I’m sure you’ll still find it perfect for two young lovers such as yourselves!”

You’re about to interject when Kento just guides you by the hand. You can still hear the older woman cooing and laughing as you walk down the hallway. Before you know it, you’re in front of the room door.

“Leave it to Satoru to make us look like fools,” Kento scoffs as he unlocks the door.

“It’s fine, Kento. I’m not mad.”

His heart flutters in his chest. Ever since the train ride, he was beginning to wonder where your true feelings for him lie. It’s difficult enough to be co-workers who have everyone else in their business, but to navigate these feelings together is scary enough.

Once he opens the door, the two of you gasp. It’s a beautiful traditional room. Spacious entryway with lots of room to sit around. In the living area, it has a big kotatsu for those cold nights and lots of cushioned sofas. There’s even a flat-screen TV; this must be a newer addition to the otherwise older styled room.

You make your way towards the sliding doors and open them wide. Your eyes bulge out of your skull as you see the beautiful master bedroom that awaits you. Mahogany and cherry wood walls, beautiful tatami floors and a huge bed that could easily sleep ten.

Then you look around the room, noticing the desk that’s been strategically placed in front of one of the bigger windows in the room. Wooden blinds have been pulled up just enough to spot the private onsen that awaits you outside. Kento comes into the room, suitcases placed carefully on the ground.

“He really spared no expenses, hm?”

You turn to face him and there’s a childlike glow to your eyes. You’ve never stayed in such a luxurious room while on a mission before. It’s usually just a standard hotel room or little bedroom in the inn. This was far more expensive and fancy than anything else you’ve ever witnessed.

“So…I guess this is where we’re meant to fuck like bunnies, yes?”

Kento laughs at the way you’ve put this. You both know you’ve got a serious mission to tend to. It’s not just fun and games. But a part of you wants to be able to enjoy this luxury while you’re able to. Because you know that as soon as you leave this village, you and Kento are right back to normal life.

“There’s even an onsen…” you say softly.

Kento smirks, “A dip in the onsen while out in the moonlight? My, my…you are rather romantic.”

This makes your heart skip a beat. You look up at the ex-salaryman and wonder if he truly wants to do this with you. He smiles at you; it’s a genuine smile that seemingly only you get to see. Then you both nod and agree to take a nice dip in the onsen.

He’s in the water first, groaning softly as the warm water envelops him and soothes his aching muscles. He allows his eyes to close. All that can be heard are the soft melodies of the crickets and other nighttime dwelling insects. Then his eyes snap open to the sound of sliding door opening. You’re standing there, a fluffy white towel wrapped around your form. Kento’s eyes widen when he finally gets to see you in this way.

“You look comfortable,” you comment as you approach him.

Kento watches you carefully as you dip your toes into the warm water. A smile spreads on your face as you see just how soothing this experience is going to be. Then his cheeks burn as you unwrap the towel and he looks away. He’d be lying if he said his cock didn’t twitch at the thought of the two of you being naked together in the water.

 A cute little sigh escapes your lips as you slide into the water until it reaches your collarbone. Finally, Kento looks over at you again but he thinks it’s a mistake on his part. You look way too good with the water covering almost all of you.

“Heh, cat got your tongue?” you ask, teasing him lightly.

Kento clears his throat, “Uh…no, sorry. I’m just enjoying this peaceful moment.”

There’s another bout of silence as the two of you bask under the beautiful moonlight. It really is the perfect night. Neither of you would truly believe you’re away on a business trip. Really, it does feel almost like a honeymoon.

“Darling,” Kento’s voice doesn’t falter this time. “Have I ever told you just how breathtaking you are?”

Your heart skips a beat when you hear him talking to you so sweetly. You move a little closer to him in the water, giving you the chance to check him out. Kento clearly takes his workouts quite seriously given the fact that he is so jacked.

You blush, “You’re one to talk, Kento…”

He laughs at your cute attempt at returning the compliment. He wraps one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to him. You’re inches away from one another. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his hand cupping your chin.

“I can’t hold back, please don’t be angry with me for this.”

You don’t even get a chance to think properly before you feel Kento’s cushioned lips onto yours. The kiss begins tentatively but when he feels you kissing back, he really deepens it. His tongue soothes against your bottom lip, parting your lips. The minute your tongues touch, you swear it’s all over for you. You’re in so deep now, you can’t even really deny your feelings for him anymore.

Your tongues rub and roll together sensually. You move to begin running your fingers through his soft blond hair. He grunts in appreciation as you begin tugging on it so softly. He’s enamored by this very moment and he’s enamored by you. You’re about to straddle him when the sound of another sliding door makes you both jump apart.

The elderly woman is smirking, “Oh! I’m sorry, have I disturbed you?”

Kento sighs, “No ma’am. We were just headed back to our room.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

You’re tired when you wake up the next day. Your night was filled with you and Kento trying to tiptoe around the situation that happened in the onsen. But nothing was going to be able to erase and take back that steamy makeout session.

You sleep in the big bed, and Kento ends up sleeping on a soft cot in the corner of the room. You dream of him confessing, but your dreams are also plagued with him confessing to someone else. It’s a redheaded woman that you’ve never met before, but she seems to know Kento well.

And so when you awake the next morning, you’re grumpy and groggy. Kento greets you with a freshly brewed pot of coffee and some complimentary breakfast from the elderly lady. Neither of you talk about what happened in the onsen. It’s a comfortable yet somewhat awkward silence as the two of you eat breakfast and get ready for your mission.

The elderly woman becomes much too helpful the moment you ask her the details about the mission. She sends you both in the direction of an old and abandoned inn on the outskirts of town. It’s a place that's frequented by the local teens and they’ve all claimed to be bothered and attacked by some unknown entity.

Once you make your way there, the feeling of the cursed energy becomes very heavy. You use Scorpios power; the ability to have a bunch of little scorpions head inside to scope out the situation. Kento is also alert, but he waits for the return of the scorpions.

“There’s a decently sized curse in there.” You say to Kento as the scorpions begin to dissipate.

He hums in agreement, “Alright. Let’s go in there and get rid of it.”

The curse ends up being a giant blob of green goop; a mouth in place of a proper face. It squeals and shrieks, making you and Kento both annoyed by the sounds it makes. He moves over to you, wrapping his arm around you. This makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I think we can double-team this, yeah?”

You nod your head, “Of course!”

You summon some cursed energy in your hands, summoning Sagittarius’ bow and arrow. Kento settles behind you, his own blade drawn. Then with him using his Ratio technique, you fire off Sagittarius’ arrow. It hits with scary accuracy, the shot ending up right in the weak spot of the curse thanks to Kento’s cursed technique. 

As the blob begins to disintegrate, you feel Kento’s warm breath still on your neck. He doesn’t pull away just yet, instead he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. A soft sound comes from him, almost a plea to keep you where you’re standing.

“I promise,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m going to take you out on a proper date when we get home.”

And with that, he seals the deal with a tender kiss.

[cherienymphe]

The Less I Know The Better VI (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, mild unhealthy relationship, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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JJ was in hell.

Not literally, of course, but in his own personal hell that he didn’t even realize existed. At least, not in this way. He was at some party, another the second day in a row, and surrounded by people he normally would’ve been ecstatic to be around. There was an endless supply of beer and enough weed to go around twice, and he was surrounded by all of his friends.

Almost all of them anyway.

Your absence was glaring, and it wasn’t in a way where he knew you were just at home or just on the other side of the island. It wasn’t like JJ could call you up and convince you to drag your ass out of bed to come and hang out with them. The blond grimaced, taking another bitter sip of the drink in his cup.

You were out of town…with Rafe…and doing God knows what.

“You’re not…concerned…at all?”

That’s what he’d asked Kie one day, standing on her porch while she looked at him with something he couldn’t place. It was a cross between annoyance and disgust, like he was wrong to voice his concerns about you running off with Rafe for a few days.

“Not really, no,” she had told him, sighing. “She likes him, and Rafe hasn’t been anything but good to her-.”

“Yeah, now,” he had interrupted, recalling the many times it had been all of you against the Kook.

Now, it seemed like everyone just wanted to pretend none of that had ever happened just because he was with you. JJ knew plenty of guys who changed their tune when it came to some girl they wanted to fuck. Rafe wasn’t special.

“Is that what you came all the way over here for? To talk shit about Rafe and treat Y/N like she’s incapable of looking after herself?”

Kie had sounded almost exhausted, maybe even disappointed, and JJ had taken the hint. That was two days ago, and while he’d done a good job of keeping his thoughts to himself, he wasn’t doing the best job of keeping them in check. His mind kept threatening to go places he didn’t want it to go, and every time it did, he took a few more gulps.

Earlier, he’d heard John B. and Sarah talking about checking up on you, relieved that you were having a good time. JJ’s gut had twisted painfully, upset with both himself for not reaching out and you for going off with Rafe to begin with. It was silly, he knew. Rafe was your boyfriend, after all, but that was a fact he still hadn’t made peace with no matter how many months had passed.

He told himself that he hadn’t reached out because he didn’t want to disturb you, but that was a lie. JJ knew the truth. He didn’t think he had it in him to listen to you go on and on about your alone time with Rafe. He didn’t want to hear how much fun you were having with the guy he could barely stand to look at. He didn’t want to hear that smile in your voice and know it was all because of Rafe.

He didn’t want to hear how happy you were away from him.

Some girl was walking JJ to her house, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this drunk. The party was still going on when she’d pulled him into a kiss, a desperation in him to forget about what was plaguing his thoughts. She was pretty enough, fun enough, and even if she wasn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered.

Her back was pressed to her doorway as she leaned up into him, arms thrown around his neck. He ignored all the signs that he wasn’t into this…not like he normally would be. His heart beat as calmly as it always did, he didn’t feel quite so warm, and kissing her felt more like a chore than a want. He wasn’t excited to see what she looked like naked, but JJ was desperate…and angry.

That was the main thing he’d been trying to push down, how angry he was.

At everything, but mostly at you. Why didn’t you have the strength to not fall for Rafe’s bullshit? Even if the asshole had really changed, should that matter? Wasn’t it enough that he and JJ hated each other? Wasn’t it enough that Rafe had talked down on people like you forever? What, a smile, flowers, and some change of words and suddenly he’s the guy of your dreams?

JJ stared up at the girl hovering over him, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking past her, jaw clenching and eyes hardening. He had always thought you were smarter than that, better than that, and maybe you were… You were still the best friend he knew, that hadn’t changed, but maybe in his efforts to look out for you, maybe all he’d done was make you desperate for guys like Rafe.

You were his best friend, but you were still a girl. A girl who wanted flowers and nice dates and some pretty boy to tell you how nice you looked. Maybe if JJ had realized that sooner, like John B. and Pope had, then maybe you wouldn’t be off with Rafe now. Maybe he could’ve helped you date some nice Pogue.

You could’ve found some guy who wasn’t a rich asshole. Someone who didn’t have an ugly history with all of you and who didn’t require weeks of sneaking around and a whole big speech planned just to tell them you guys were dating? Someone nice, who gave a shit about everyone no matter where they came from, and someone who wouldn’t have to throw money around to impress you.

JJ could feel his fingers pressing into unfamiliar thighs, and when he looked up, the girl from the party was smiling down at him. She kissed him again, and JJ’s stomach churned. He kissed her back, trying to force himself to calm down, but it didn’t feel right. Her hair wasn’t right, her skin wasn’t right, and her voice only served to grate on his nerves.

His lashes fluttered, and when he opened his eyes again, in the low lighting, everything about her looked off. All too aware of the beer just sloshing around in his stomach, JJ abruptly sat up. She was confused and out of breath, and he only just realized that his shirt was gone. She was holding her dress to her, pulling it down as he’d pushed it up to her waist without even noticing.

“Are you okay…?”

No.

He wasn’t.

Here he was, alone with some pretty half naked girl, and he didn’t even care. He looked at her, and everything about her was just wrong…and he didn’t know why. Mumbling a half answer to her, JJ pushed himself to his feet, pulling on his shirt. He could tell that her feelings were hurt, and he mumbled out an apology before stumbling out of her house.

JJ knew that Pope would be laughing at him if he could see him, now. JJ? Turning down a hookup? It was more likely that hell would freeze over, and yet here he was. Stumbling through The Cut with his mind all over the place, but with you at the center. He ran his hands down his face and through his hair, telling himself to get a grip.

It wasn’t even until he’d been walking for longer than he realized that it hit him where he was going. He cursed to himself, staring at the approaching building with a frown, noting that neither of your parents were home. He could feel himself shaking as he walked around to your window, more than familiar with how to jimmy it to sneak in.

He’d done it so many times, but for some reason, it felt wrong tonight. Was it because you weren’t home? Although it wasn’t unusual for him to sneak in and wait for you. Maybe it was because he wasn’t waiting for you? Because he was sneaking in for the wrong reasons, now? Or maybe because you had a boyfriend now and things were just…different?

JJ’s jaw ticked at that, and he softly closed your window.

Your room always smelled like you. It was where you spent most of your time, after all, but in this moment, the scent of you almost seemed to overpower him. It bombarded his senses and drunk and angry and frustrated, JJ stumbled towards your bed. He plopped down on it, face pressed to his hands, his mind torturing him with thoughts of you and Rafe.

He’d been trying to push it out for weeks, but with both beer and weed screwing with his head, he didn’t have the mental capacity to keep it up.

He could almost see it as clear as day. You and Rafe alone in some hotel room that cost more than ten times what his bike was worth. He could almost hear whatever Rafe would say to get you to relax, to open up for him. He could imagine the way you’d giggle, that high-pitched almost childish sound you let out when you were really amused by something.

JJ was lying back, staring at your ceiling with heavy eyes and a heavy chest. It was like he was staring right at it, looking on as Rafe pressed kisses all over you. Watching as his hand disappeared between your legs, as you wrapped your arms around him, as you leaned up into him. JJ was making himself sick with the thought, but it wasn’t all in his head, his stomach flipping as he hurried to your bathroom.

Something was wrong.

JJ knew you like the back of his hand, so he knew that something was wrong no matter how much you pretended it wasn’t.

It had been weeks, almost two months exactly, since your romantic getaway with your boyfriend. Almost two months since that night where he couldn’t even kiss some girl without thinking of you. Almost two months since the vivid thoughts of you and Rafe had made him stick his head in your toilet, violently ill. Almost two months since he’d woken up in your bed, eyes red and face tight from a night of crying that he couldn’t even remember.

You had come back to Outer Banks with a smile and a glow that almost made him sick again. You told them all about the trip and how much fun you had, and like a good best friend, JJ had smiled through it all. He told you how great that was even though he wanted to gag. He was visibly happy for you even though he wanted to poke his eyes out.

JJ hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you, hanging onto your every word despite how much they upset him. Your eyes had been a little bit brighter, your smile a little bit wider, and your laugh a little bit louder. He had pulled you into a hug, arms tight around you with his face pressed into the crook of your neck. He hadn’t been able to stop breathing you in, unable to stop focusing on the feel of your heart beating in your chest.

It had taken everything in him to pull away.

When you had turned to Kie, JJ had ran his gaze over you. He took in your hair and the luster of your skin, and even your clothes. You seemed different, but that could’ve easily all been in his head. Nothing at all could’ve happened on the trip, but his chest kept twisting with the thought that that wasn’t true. He kept imagining you and Rafe naked, the blond Kook taking advantage of you in a way that made JJ’s fingers curl into fists.

“I’m surprised you’re not staying at Rafe’s tonight,” he’d said when he helped you unpack.

JJ tried to sound casual about it, but he didn’t know if he succeeded.

“I spent almost a week cooped up in a room with him,” you had replied, making JJ freeze. “I like being home with my parents…and my friends.”

You were too busy making a wash pile to take note of the way JJ’s face had paled. Of course, the two of you weren’t going to spend a vacation in separate rooms. He knew that, it made sense, but hearing you say it only served to make JJ’s skin grow cold. He had taken a deep breath, forcing himself to finish helping you unpack.

“Why did you think you were going away for a month?” he had joked, referring to how much you overpacked.

“I didn’t,” you had said, tossing a shirt at him. “I just went shopping while I was there. Rafe is very…generous.”

JJ supposed that was one way to put it, and as if his mood couldn’t have gotten any more sour, his fingers brushed over something at the bottom of your suitcase. It was thin and lacey, and JJ had glanced at you, making sure your back was still turned while he inspected it. He didn’t pull it all the way out of the bag, just enough to see what it was, and he swore he dropped it like it was on fire.

For a few seconds, his hearing had gone out, an annoying ringing in his ears. It looked like something some spoiled Kook princess would wear, trying to spice up her loveless marriage or seduce some airheaded boyfriend. His fingers had clenched on the strap of your bag, and his eyes had lifted to land on you.

While it confirmed nothing, it did confirm what was on your mind.

“I have to go,” he’d rushed out, fighting to ignore the confusion on your face as you faced him.

It was obvious you were bothered by his sudden departure. After all, he hadn’t seen you in almost a week, but you had forced a weak smile on your face, anyway.

“Oh…okay. Um… You’ll be at John B.’s later though, right?”

The truth was that JJ didn’t know. The very concrete fact that you wanted to have sex with Rafe made him want to crawl out of his skin, but he also hated hurting you, so he just nodded. He hadn’t been able to resist when you hugged him, hugging you back before attempting to leave in a way that wasn’t so obvious he wanted to get as far away from you as possible. He could feel the bile rising in his throat when he climbed onto his bike then.

That was weeks ago, months ago, but now something was wrong.

It was funny. JJ had wished for times like this, times where Rafe would ultimately fuck up, and JJ was who you’d run to. JJ prayed that you’d see him for what he really was one way or another, uncaring if Rafe hurt you in the process as long as it opened your eyes. Yet, the time had arrived and JJ…felt bad.

No, you hadn’t said anything to him to confirm his suspicions, but he could see it all over your face.

You’d been quieter lately, something wholly unlike you. You’d separate yourself from the group at times, curled up with Rafe’s jacket, eyes distant as you faced away from them. JJ would take the time to really study you, noting the dim look in your gaze and the way you’d press your lips together. Something was bothering you, and as sneaky as it was, JJ had even tried to get you to drink to loosen your lips.

“N-no,” you almost bit out, practically knocking the drink out of his hand when you pushed it away.

JJ was startled by the action, and by the widening of your eyes, it was clear that you’d shocked yourself. Your lips parted, and your gaze was apologetic when you looked up at him from your place in the chair.

“No, sorry,” you whispered, gaze finding the ground. “Not in the mood…”

Everyone else was poking at the fire, Pope’s voice carrying, and JJ made himself comfortable beside you. You weren’t looking at him, either refusing to or deep in thought, and JJ took your hand after setting the drink down. You didn’t react, and he brought your hand closer, using his other to trace patterns into your skin.

“Y/N.”

You didn’t react the first time, only looking up when he called your name a third time. JJ frowned, leaning in and holding your gaze, his own worried.

“Are you okay…?”

It took you a while to answer, blinking a few times before nodding.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you whispered.

JJ didn’t believe you, his frown deepening. You told each other everything, always had, especially anything serious, and whatever was bothering you was clearly serious enough. However, your efforts to keep it from him only added to his belief that it had everything to do with Rafe. He was tempted to hound Kie about it, knowing that if you told anyone, it would be her, but he decided against it.

His suspicions that something was wrong were only confirmed when he dropped by your house one night.

He was going to sneak in your window like he often did, prepared to tap on the glass and wait for you to let him in. However, with his hand already raised in the air, JJ decided against it. Your lamp was on, and your back was to him as you curled up on the bed. At first glance, he thought you were asleep, but the more he stared at you, he realized that wasn’t the case.

You were trembling, your body and movements shaking the bed so badly that he knew you were crying.

That was how he ended up at the front door, smiling at your mom as she opened the door for him. He wasn’t just going to abandon you and pretend he hadn’t seen, but he also wanted to give you some semblance of privacy, some time to collect yourself. It was clear that you didn’t want him to know you were struggling with something.

“JJ,” she loudly praised, pulling him into a hug. “I always love seeing your face.”

“Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. She home?”

“Yeah,” she told him. “She’s been holed up in her room most of the day, but go on in.”

She waved him off, making her way back to the laundry room. JJ remembered what you’d said about your parents not quite warming up to Rafe, and he couldn’t stop his small smile as he made his way to your room. As he stood right outside of your door, he could hear you crying, confirming his earlier thoughts.

His heart clenched at the sound, and JJ didn’t think it was possible to hate Rafe any more, and yet… It had to be Rafe, right? Normally, you’d tell JJ anything that was bothering you, but your silence with this was telling. The sound of your cries had JJ swallowing, and he waited a moment before knocking and announcing himself.

“H-hang on.”

Your voice was shaky, strained, and when your door finally opened, JJ wasn’t surprised by the redness in your eyes and the bags underneath them. You both knew each other like the back of your hands, so he knew that you knew he noticed, his blue eyes drinking you in. Neither of you said anything when you let him in, and JJ watched you pull your sweater tighter around yourself.

“What’s wrong?” he finally said, continuing before you could say anything. “You’ve been weird for days now, and…”

He gestured to your face as you sat down on the edge of your bed.

“We tell each other everything,” he softly reminded you, almost regretting it when your face almost crumbled again.

“Really, JJ, it’s nothing.”

“Is it Rafe?”

“…no,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s not Rafe.”

JJ noticed that you hesitated, and he looked away.

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

He watched you move back onto your bed, leaning against your headboard.

“I just…haven’t been feeling good, that’s all.”

JJ supposed it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

“Look…I know that you know how I feel about Rafe. Truthfully, I don’t think I’ll ever be his biggest fan, but I don’t want you to think that doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me…about whatever.”

You sniffed, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it.

“I just want you to know that.”

You only nodded at that, and JJ sighed. He didn’t feel right about leaving you, so he joined you, relieved when you only laid down when he turned on the tv. He asked if you wanted to take something, but you only shook your head in response. JJ forced himself to focus on the TV, feeling like you were so close but so far away.

It was only when he’d blown through half a season of some show that he realized you’d fallen asleep. He looked down at you, your head level with his waist while you curled up. His eyes briefly caught onto Rafe’s jacket on your chair, and he felt anger flare up in him before looking back to you.

It was like his body had a mind of it’s own, JJ standing on the outside as he watched himself reach for you. His fingers brushed over your face, taking note of the dampness on your cheeks, and he swallowed. Despite what you said, he knew it had to be because of Rafe. It just had to be, and JJ laid down too, making sure his face was level with yours.

Your breathing was even, but even in your sleep, your problems still haunted you. Your face was tense, a wrinkle in your forehead and lips downturned. JJ hated the look on you, and he didn’t really feel present as he watched himself drag his finger along your lips. He could feel his heart racing, and his brows drew together, frowning at that.

He had half a mind to go to the Cameron’s and demand to know what Rafe had done to you. He knew you wouldn’t appreciate that though, and there was still a chance it had nothing to do with Rafe, at all, but his gut told him that wasn’t the case. His fingers were playing with your hair now, and JJ couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the strangest thought shooting through his mind.

Your lips were still wet with your tears, and for some reason…he really wanted to kiss them.

[peonierose]

Losing Game (4/4)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rating: Mature / Angst

TW: Mental Health

Word: 5,000+

Summary: Bryce and Luna have worked things out. But there is still one visit to make before Bryce and Luna find closure.

A/N: This has been a story that’s very dear to me. I went a bit off-canon so I hope you’ll give it a try. As always thank you to everyone who gives my stories and my characters a chance 🩷🌙

A/N 2: In case you missed the parts before here they are: Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3

A/N 3: Thank you to @annieruok94 🌷🩷 and @aallotarenunelma 🌺🩷 I hope you like the part with Adam, it was inspired by you 🥰

Side note: I also made a playlist for Part 4, (the previous two parts include a playlist as well).

The next day…

Bryce

I traded my shift with Aubrey so that I could have the day off.

I was watching Luna get dressed in a pink overall with a white shirt underneath, while I was lying in bed.

Luna turned towards me as she put her hair in a bun, a few blonde strands escaping her bun. She turned to me as I was basking in her light.

”I was thinking of visiting your dad today and I’d like to come with you if you want me to and if you feel ready for us to go together.“

I raised my eyebrows as I propped myself up against the pillow resting behind me.

”Are you sure? It’s not too much for you?“ I asked while I got out of bed.

She hugged me.

”Yes, I’m sure. Also, I love hugging you like this.“

”Any particular reason why?“ I grinned.

”This fine piece of ass. I like it.“

”Well this fine piece of ass made you feel real special last night. Also, I like this dirty side of you Lunes.“

I started to unbutton the straps of her overall but she stopped me.

”B we can’t. We’ll be late. The visiting hours aren’t that long.“

I sighed. She smiled and kissed me on my still-smiling lips.

”Really?“ I asked and tried to convince her for a quick round.

”Puppy dog eyes won’t work. Come on get dressed babe.“ She slapped my ass. I laughed out loud and got dressed.

And together we drove to prison to visit my dad.

Bryce

It’s weird to be here at the Halawa Correctional Facility, again.

The guards searched us, then gave us visitor passes and let us through. We sat at a dark grey table in the cafeteria, only one other guy was sitting down with his family from the looks of it.

I don’t think I’ve noticed anything that day. Not the color of the table or if anyone else was present. It might even be the same table I sat at the other day.

My dad walked in and they released the handcuffs and let him sit with us.

Both Lunes and I sat there as my dad walked over and sat down opposite us. He looked at me and smiled.

Then he turned to Luna and he offered his hand. Luna shook it and held onto it for a couple of seconds.

”You must be Mr. Lahela. I’ve heard so many things about you.“

I winced and tried to hide the fact that I hadn’t told Luna much. An acidic feeling rose inside of me. Recognizing it as guilt. For not telling her more about my messed up family life sooner.

But maybe I could change that and tell her everything later. I trust Luna, more than anyone. Maybe it’s time to lay all the cards on the table. Talking to Luna about my family might relieve some of the residual pain I’ve been carrying around for years.

”You must be Luna.“ My dad said and smiled at her. Luna nodded and I tuned back into the conversation.

”So Bryce has told you a lot of things about me? Like that pink is my favorite color?“ He joked but Luna didn’t know that my dad's favorite color is blue. Like mine. Well, blue-green is my favorite. I wonder why? I snicker.

”No way! I once told Bryce how good he’d look in pink scrubs. Like a deep magenta or a mauve tone. He’d be a stunner.“

My dad grinned at Luna’s enthusiasm. I haven’t seen him smile like that in a long time. Looks as if Luna can win anyone over.

”Or cherry red like that hickey.“ My dad pointed to me. I blushed down to my hair roots. Luna held out her hand for a high five and my dad smacked it.

”Hell yeah.“ Luna grinned, not embarrassed at all.

”Oh, man.“ I mumbled. She smacked me onto my arm.

”Ow that hurt.“ I rubbed the spot she smacked me.

”Man up.“ She grinned.

”Really? In front of my dad?“ I said and both Luna and my dad just laughed.

”Oh please. I’m sure your dad knows we’re sleeping together. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be pregnant.“

"Looks as if that train left the station a long time ago." My dad laughed out loud and started wiping tears from out of the corner of his eyes, Luna grins.

”I like her, she's got balls.“ My dad said.

”Dad!“ I exclaimed.

”Oh don’t worry. My delicate sensibilities weren’t hurt.“ Luna waved him off.

We kept chatting for the remainder of the visit. When it’s time to leave I help Luna when we both get up, my dad stands up as well.

”It was great meeting you Luna. I can tell you’re keeping my son on his toes.“

”Oh I sure do. Bryce is a great guy. I’m very proud of him.“ Luna said with a hint of a warning in her tone. My dad raised his eyebrows and got the message loud and clear. Then he smiled.

”She’s a keeper. Also, I’d love it if you called me Keola. Mr. feels too formal.“

Luna beamed at him.

”Sure no problem Keola. That would be nice. Would it be okay if I hugged you? You don’t have to, but I’d love a hug.“

My dad grinned and hugged her. God, what did I do to deserve someone like Luna? When they broke apart my dad waited.

”What are you waiting for? Get in here. Maybe before I become a grandfather?“

”Burn,“ Luna commented. I let out a surprised laugh and my dad and I hugged. It felt different to hug him now than it did when I was a teenager.

He felt more thin and frail. But it’s good to hug him because he’s my dad. And just like that something shifts into the right place. When we broke apart we picked up the conversation about the twins.

”We’re expecting twins in March.“ Luna said and my dad nodded happily. I can tell he’s happy. He’s got the same look in his eyes when Keiki was born.

”I have something for you.“ Luna got out a black and white picture. It’s the latest sonogram from the twins. She handed it to my dad.

”It’s an ultrasound picture of the twins. Kehlani Mae and Alaia Rose. You can keep it. We have another one.“ Luna said and my dad looked down at the picture. When he looked up, he held the picture close to his heart.

”Thank you, Luna. This means a lot to me.“ I smiled and hugged Lunes close to me. We all hugged again and then left to get to our car and drive home.

When we were inside the car I turned to Luna who looked at me. I smiled and reached into the glove compartment to get some tissues out and handed one to Luna.

”Here you go sunshine.“

She nodded in thanks and smiled at me.

”Thank you for today Lunes. I can’t even describe how much it meant to me that you went and visited my dad with me. Giving him that ultrasound picture? Making him smile like that? Man, I haven’t seen him smile as he did now in a long time. You made him so happy and me too.“

”Of course B. I’d give you one of my kidneys if it meant you’d survive.“

I smiled at her.

”B?“ She asked, looking tentatively at me.

”Yeah?“

”Can we just get some malasadas to go and then get naked?“

Which drew a surprised laugh from me. It’s like my dad said, Luna sure does keep me on my toes. But I love her, and it keeps me grounded in a way that’s hard to explain. That must be the feeling when you find the one.

”Not what I expected you to say. But sure.“

”I don’t want to ruin my overall, it's so cute.“ She said and together we drove to Leonard’s Bakery.

Bryce

We got home. Had some malasadas. And got lost in each other's touch. It was like coming home. It’s what we both needed.

We stand in our shower outside. Just holding on to each other. Like one of us is going to disappear in the next second. I felt the best when I was surrounded by water. It helped me calm down and it calmed Luna down too.

We toweled off and went into the kitchen. I stopped, putting some strands of her wet hair aside and I kissed her. Wondering how I got so lucky?

”You got so lucky because I’m awesome. And you’re my arm candy,“ she said, her tone getting lighter and I looked up at her. The shadows of pain were almost gone. I just kept looking at her.

”I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you with my actions,“ I said.

She pulled me closer.

”It’s okay B I know you didn’t mean it. And I know a relationship and love are sometimes hard to navigate. But another stunt like that and I won’t be so nice,“ she said.

”Why are you so forgiving? I thought you’d be angrier with me now?“

I asked, honestly flabbergasted.

She gnawed on her lips nervously. Ahhh. She’s been harboring a secret too.

”Spill Lunes,“ I said grinning. She looked up.

”Okay don’t be mad, but Evie sent out invitations for our wedding a couple of weeks ago and I said I’d have to ask if you wanted your mom to be there but I forgot to ask you and now your mom has gotten an invitation and I sort of didn’t ask you?“ She looked crestfallen so I pulled her close and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

”You were totally buttering me up. I was thinking of inviting her. Maybe even thinking of giving her and Dad a second chance. Unless they give me a reason to not trust them anymore,“ I said my voice steely.

She smiled and I knew we were good. When she kept smiling I looked at her.

”What? Any more secrets you’d like to tell me? Like how you ate the last piece of strawberry cheesecake that had my name on it?“

”That was Keiki,“ she lied and I shook my head.

We heard the door being slammed and Keiki walked in.

”You said it’s okay if we shared that piece of cake! Now I get blamed for eating the whole thing? Oh come on.“

She went into her room upstairs and slammed the door behind her. Bryce and I burst out laughing. Luna wiggled her eyebrows.

”How about we try out that hot tub we got some time ago?“

I grinned at her getting where she was going with this.

”Getting you naked is my favorite pastime,“ I said.

”Likewise,“ she replied.

We both sprinted into one of our bathrooms where we set up a hot tub. Luna's idea. The best idea she’s ever had if you don’t count on us getting together.

I got put out of my thoughts when she stood naked in front of me.

She’s been feeling unsure of her body because it started changing ever since she got pregnant.

”You‘re the most stunning woman of all time. So get that sweet butt of yours into the water,“ I said and she grinned.

”You only love me for my body,“ she grinned, getting comfortable in the water.

I huffed out a breath.

”That’s supposed to be my line,“ I said and she got closer until our bodies touched.

”Maybe you can change my mind?“ she asked.

”Oh I intend to,“ I said and kissed her until she forgot everything.

Until there’s just us and the love we shared for each other.

After a while when our fingers looked more like raisins, we got out of the hot tub. We dried ourselves and went to our bedroom. Lunes took one of my college shirts from Stanford and I just wore boxers. I turned Luna’s night light on. Illuminating the whole room, transforming it into the night sky.

When we lay in bed we almost stuck together. That’s how close we were. Needing this moment. Together. It’s what’s anchoring us.

I leaned into Lunes and sought her warmth, her comfort and she did the same for me.

Everything’s going to work out in the end, because our love is the loudest.

The next morning…

We got up, showered and lay in bed. Or well Luna was lying in bed while I was putting on some bum bum cream since she can’t reach it herself. I could feel her stare bore into me, making me smile.

”What now? Pillow talk?“ I teased and looked up at her.

”I…just wanted to ask if you’d tell me more about your parents. And what happened?“ Luna said.

I know she won’t push me, but she’d love to know more. I sigh as I put the lid back on the bum bum cream and kiss her calf. Making her laugh. One of my favorite sounds in the whole world.

”When I was younger…I don’t know, I always remember we had a lot of money. I never cared about that stuff. My parents were working in the real estate field. I wasn’t different because of it. And I didn’t act as if I was the center of attention, throwing money around.“ I sat at the edge of the bed and gathered my thoughts.

”Then there was this one night. I remember it was late and I just came back from a round of basketball with Kainalu and some of my other friends. I drove around the corner into our neighborhood in Maui and saw all these blue lights. Realizing the light was coming from police cars. Not having the faintest idea what the hell was going on.“

”Then what happened?“ Luna reached out and I helped her sit next to me.

”I saw my dad getting arrested, being put into a police car. I went inside the house like I was on autopilot. My mom came to me pulled me to the side and whispered I should take this bag from Keiki’s closet since apparently they haven’t checked that out yet. Take Keiki and get out of the house.“

”That must’ve been terrifying. I can’t imagine how you must’ve felt.“ Luna said drawing circles on my hands.

”It was horrible. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. Not able to wake up.“

”What happened with your parents?“

”Later I found out how we got to have all this money. It didn’t just appear out of thin air. I learned my parents made some bad investments and the people they owed money wanted their money back. Saying ”pay me back or else.“ I said remembering the court transcripts.

Luna puts a hand over her mouth.

”Oh god. What happened after that?“

I rub a strand of her blonde hair between my fingers.

”As it turns out my parents skimmed money off their clients. They had access to all the clients' private information. At first, nobody noticed anything, since it was only small amounts that disappeared and that could’ve been easily justified. But when larger sums started disappearing, they started an investigation, to find out what happened. My parents became desperate to pay the money back that they owed. But what they didn’t know was that the police set a trap and caught them red-handed.“ I sigh, sharing this part of my life was always hard for me.

As if feeling this was difficult for me, Luna turned my head towards her and smiled at me.

”You don’t have to tell me. I can see this is affecting you deeply.“

I shook my head and lightly kissed her temple.

”So if your parents got caught what happened to you and your sister? I can’t imagine you came out of this unscathed.“ She encouraged me to keep talking.

”I was finishing my last year of high school. I was one of the popular kids and became public enemy number one overnight. The other kids whose parents had lost money from my parents' schemes took their anger and frustrations out on me. It’s hardly surprising, but still, I wasn’t a part of it. Neither was Keiki. She was only what, 6-years-old? And that night my parents got arrested? It was Keiki‘s birthday. I felt so angry that they would be greedy and take some money and drag all of us into it. But I know now that maybe there’s more to the story and life isn’t always as black and white as we’d like it to be.“

Luna leaned into me to offer me some comfort, as I was telling her my deepest and darkest secret. One I’m still ashamed about, though I’m trying to make my peace with it.

”We stayed with close friends until everything was cleared. Mom was acquitted because she testified against my dad.“

”Your parents love each other B. She wanted to help him and he didn’t want her to be in prison. I’d do the same. If I could help you by not making you wear an orange jumpsuit? I’d take it.“

”You’d lie on the stand?“ I was shocked.

”Depending on what the lie would be. I’m not exactly good at lying.“ She replied. I smiled and nodded absently as if now realizing she could be right.

”You may be right.“ I said.

”What happened after?“ Luna asked.

”It didn’t get better once I started college. I asked if I could take online classes. The college board agreed because my situation was a bit delicate as they put it. But it became too much so I transferred to Stanford. Just to get out of Maui. My grades were good enough that I could justify a transfer. And they had an open spot, so I packed my stuff, and left. Keiki went to live with Mom in Maui, while I went away to Stanford. Keiki was only six and in elementary school when I left. I left everything behind and didn’t look back.“

I sighed as I was saying that.

”Do you feel guilty that you left? I mean you and Keiki made up. Do you think she still harbors hard feelings because you left?“ Luna nailed my emotional roller coaster inside of me on the head.

”I do feel a little guilty. But I hope she forgave me. I regret not being here for her. But then I wouldn’t have met such awesome friends and later on you, Lunes.“

”The love of your life. Just give this a bit of time and you’ll see things will turn around.“ She grinned and I kissed her. Simply because it made me happy.

I broke off the kiss and said into her hair.

”The love of my life has a good point.“

She grinned and I smiled against her temple and instead of talking about the past, we made memories for the future.

A week later…

I was nervous as all get out. I was never good at talking to other people about my feelings.

I knocked on a red door and when the door opened a tall man with blond hair, put in a bun, answered the door.

Adam smiled at me as I stood there like a weirdo. I smiled nervously. Waving at him. Why am I waving at him? Get a grip, Bryce! I let out a nervous breath I’d been holding in and smiled at Adam.

”Bryce. It’s good to see you man. What brings you by? Oh god, my mom would whoop my ass. Seriously, where are my manners? Come on in.“ He opened the door wider and his golden retriever Knox came closer.

”Knox. Sit. Remember, no jumping people.“ Adam said to his dog who just smiled. I didn’t know dogs could smile. Huh. You learn something new every day. I petted Knox, which earned me a lick on my hand.

I followed Adam into the kitchen and sat down on one of the chairs.

”Want something to drink? My cousin made some beer. It’s made from some native ingredients found only in Hawaii. He listed tons of those ingredients. To me, it just tastes like beer. You want some?“ His head was buried inside the fridge.

”Sounds good.“ I replied.

He resurfaced from the fridge and held out a bottle of beer. It shone like liquid gold. We both opened our bottles took a sip and whistled.

”Damn. This is some good shit.“ I said and took another sip. Tasting, honey, amber, citrus notes, and something unique. Like hibiscus? How did they incorporate that into beer?

Adam smiled.

”I’ll be sure to tell him.“ He smiled and put his beer on a nearby table.

”So what brings you by? I don’t assume this is a social call?“

”What, I can’t come visit you?“ I asked, trying to mask why I was there.

Because I feel embarrassed and ashamed for something I had no control of. But like Dr. Leslie said, letting go of the past doesn’t mean it won’t be able to hurt you anymore, it means you’re giving it less power over you.

”Look I’ll be honest. I came here to ask you for a favor. And you can say no.“ I said.

”What kind of favor?“ He regarded me carefully.

”I recently had some memories from the past come back and I realized I might need an outlet for my emotions to avoid having a panic attack during surgery.“ I told him.

”I’m sorry you’re going through a tough time. I am. I know how difficult it was when my mom died. I was angry at myself, at the world, at everyone.“ He admitted and I looked up.

”I‘m so sorry for your loss. I bet your mom was an incredible person.“ I said and peeled off the label of the beer bottle. Feeling the soft fur of Knox graze my calves. I reached and patted him and he lay down by my feet. Anchoring me in a way.

”She sure was. It took me some time to figure out how to handle my grief. And everyone handles grief and losing a loved one differently. So if there’s something I can do to help I’d be happy to.“ He said and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

”Can I ask what happened?“ He took another sip of his beer, turned his attention to me and asked me what I feared he might.

”My parents cheated a lot of people out of their money. And the kids at school got back at me and Keiki for it. My dad is still in prison and my mom testified against my dad so she didn’t go to jail. At that time my sister and I didn’t know what my parents did. I recently visited my dad and I don’t know. I guess I’m just not sure how to feel about this whole situation.“ That’s when I realized I'd been babbling and when I looked up I just wanted to run away. Or hide.

”First of all, I would never judge you, Bryce. I’ve got to know you over the last couple of months. You're a kind, supportive guy. Who’s hard-working and loves his family. You’re a good person. Don’t let past mistakes by other people define who you are at your core.“ He said and I breathed out. Before I could say anything he continued.

”And don’t worry whatever you tell me stays between us. You don’t have to worry that I’d spill the beans to anyone. I’m really sorry this happened to you. I never thought you’d gone through something like that. So what is it exactly I could help you with? I’m not exactly good with therapy sessions.“ He smiled gently.

”I worked something out for therapy. But…I…uh…I‘d love it if maybe I could work on some projects here with you. If you need any help. I know I’m not exactly qualified or anything. But maybe I could use your workshop in the beginning. I promise I won’t make a mess. Years of doing surgeries have made me a very organized person. At least in the OR room.“

Adam grinned.

”You got it. Use the space however you like. It’s yours. If I do need some help I’ll let you know. As a matter of fact, I could use your help. I found this dresser at an antique store and I’d love to restore it to its former glory. The wood carving is beautiful, I think it’s made out of Koa wood. It would be perfect for Maxine actually.“

He blushed and I smirked.

”So essentially two birds one stone?“ I asked and he nodded. That’s when I noticed how different he looked when Maxine’s name was mentioned. I wondered what I look like when I talk about Luna. Probably like a sappy fool. But probably a really happy one.

”You really love her do you?“ I asked and it dawned on me, how much his eyes conveyed his genuine love and respect for Maxine.

”Yes I do. Maxine is a special woman. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make her happy for the rest of my life.“

”I’ll drink to that. To love and good friendships.“ I said and we clinked our glasses together and just enjoyed a nice view of a Hawaiian sunset.

Life is hard but you make the best out of it every single day.

[outerspacebisexual]

A Place in this World - Steve Harrington

Book B - Part One

Summary: You and Steve Harrington are together, but then things take a turn for you and your metalhead best friend.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 3.47k

Warnings: SPOILERS for Season 4 Vol. 1 & 2, swearing, fluff, angst, canon gore

a/n: this is a continuation from Book A, which is the origin story for reader and steve. you don't necessarily have to read it to understand, but it will defs help!

If Eddie went through any more guitar strings, the whole East Coast would have a shortage by fall.

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you restrung his prized guitar. It was supposed to be a surprise, but now that you had nearly lost your finger multiple times, you weren’t totally convinced that you wouldn’t just throw it at him when he got back from D&D. Tonight was the climax of his latest D&D campaign, and that meant he would be insufferably smug if everything went his way.

You hadn’t played this one because of your increase in shifts at Family Video. Plus, it was one of the only afternoons that your normally spent with Steve because of your conflicting shifts. Even though you were assistant manager, Keith still finalized the rosters, and he took great pleasure in make sure you and Steve worked together as little as possible, even going as far as to give you guys just an hour of overlapping shifts. If you worked mornings, Steve worked afternoons; if you worked in the middle of the day, Steve got a split shift.

Despite that, your budding relationship with Steve was going better than you could have imagined.

That night when he had kissed you on his couch, you had thought that things would change between you. You thought that he would stop being the Steve you knew and would suddenly become someone else. Or worse, he changed his mind and decided he made a mistake.

You had thought about it the whole day after he had dropped you home the next morning, the words just screaming through your brain as you tried to clean your tailer; what if he was just confused about wanting to be your friend? What if he realized that being with you would lead to him getting ridiculed for the way you were? You were a metalhead freak after all, a satanic cultist as far as anyone else in Hawkins was concerned.

But then Steve had shown up on your doorstep.

You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand as you made your way to the front door.

Cleaning sucked. And you had let it pile up in your room until your mother had lost her mind and told you it had better be done by the time she got home. You had been at it for an hour now, and still felt like you were at the beginning.

You were surprised when you opened the door to find Steve, clutching a bouquet of flowers—an array of different types and colours.

“Steve,” you said, eyes not straying from the flowers.

“Y/N.”

He bent down to try and catch your eye when you didn’t look at him. Your eyes flicked back up to him. “What are you doing here?”

He made a face. “I’m visiting my girlfriend and bringing her flowers? Am I not allowed to do that?”

The term made your heart flutter dangerously in your chest and you could feel your cheeks heat. “I—no, yeah, of course.” He followed you inside and handed you the flowers when you reached the kitchen. “These are for me?”

“I actually got them for your dad, so if you could pass them on, I’d be grateful.”

The dead-serious tone made your laughter bubble up. “I’ll make sure he gets them,” you replied, and Steve smiled at you. You still weren’t used to that look being directed at you.

Steve stepped forward until you were chest to chest, paper crinkling between you. He leaned down and kissed you, and you placed your hand on his chest. It was a short, soft kiss, one that had you leaning forward as he pulled away.

“You need to put those in water.” He fiddled with a few of the flowers that had gotten crushed. “I didn’t know your favourites, so I just got a whole bunch of different ones.”

Your eyes roamed the array before putting them on the counter. “I don’t even know if I do have one,” you admitted, pulling out a vase. “I don’t really know what kinds of flowers there are. I’ve never gotten them before.”

Steve frowned. “What? Flowers? Like ever?”

You shook your head. “Never. My parents say that they’re a waste of money because they just die. And no one else has ever given me any.” You paused as you filled the vase with water. “Maybe they thought that I wouldn’t like them because of the way I look. I don’t know.” You trailed off, unsure why you were even saying it out loud.

There was look on Steve’s face as you turned around, one that looked a lot like pity. It made something in your chest burn.

“It’s fine,” you said immediately, trying to back track. “I never really had a use for them anyway. But these are lovely. I love them.”

You struggled to get the paper off them, finally succeeding and then putting them in the vase. You smelled each one, the different smells already filling up the space.

Steve still hadn’t said anything, and you looked at him again. That look hadn’t left his face, but when he noticed your gaze, he put on a lazy smile. “Well, I’ll just have to bring you all of them until you find a favourite.”

You smiled at that, leaning over to kiss him, before moving the vase to the end of your bench. “You don’t have to. I’m happy with these.” And you meant it.

Weeks later, and Steve had obviously not been convinced, because your fourth vase of different flowers sat on your side table. This week it had been peonies of all different colours.

They made you smile, just seeing them.

As if your thoughts had summoned him, the phone began ringing and you knew it was him. “I’m going to start charging you for making personal calls on the work phones,” you said as you leaned against your wall, phone to your ear.

“You’re the manager in a relationship with one of your employees. Don’t they have a strict code against that?” he shot back. You could almost see him, white phone against his ear as he leaned against the counter, signature Steve Harrington smirk plastered across his face.

“You know what, they do! I’m sorry but I’m letting you go.”

“As an employee or a boyfriend?” he asked.

“I hear it’s a two-for-one deal.”

He laughed and the sound had you grinning like a mad woman. You loved making him laugh.

“What are you doing?”

Your mood darkened and you glared at the guitar. “Restringing Eddie’s guitar. I swear I’m never doing again.”

“Nearly lost a finger?”

“More than one.” You twirled the phone cord around your injured finger. “Then I’m heading over to his place to give it to him.”

“That’s great, babe—” You heard shuffling on the other end of the phone. “—OK. OK, Robin. Jesus. I’ll do it now.” He sighed. “I gotta go. See you for lunch tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there.” You smiled as you hung up the phone, turning back to Eddie’s guitar. You flipped it off, like that would do anything, before returning to the task at hand.

An hour later, you heard the tell-tale sound of Eddie’s van pulling into the trailer park. It was dark out and you frowned. He was back a lot later than he said he was going to be. You had finished with his guitar ages ago and had moved on to your own guitar, trying anything to fill in the time waiting for him to get back.

You gathered up his guitar and yours, readying yourself to practice all evening. The new Metallica album had been out for a few weeks, and you and Eddie were so close to being ready to play it. You needed tonight to be sure you had it down pat. Gareth, Jeff, and Angus were also close to being ready. If everything went according to plan, you guys would be blowing the roof off The Hideout with Master of Puppets on Tuesday night.

You were a few metres from Eddie’s trailer when you heard him start to scream.

Your heart dropped and you abandoned your guitars on his lawn, racing to the door. You had no idea what you would do without a weapon or any clue what was on the other side of the door, but your best friend was screaming, and you would be six feet under before you ignored that.

You hand was on the door handle when it suddenly swung open, and Eddie came racing out, practically tackling you out of the way.

“Eddie—” you started, but you caught sight of the girl inside and your stomach was in your mouth. She was mangled beyond belief. Bile rose in your throat. It was Chrissy Cunningham. You didn’t have time to question why she was here before Eddie was grabbing your arm and dragging you into his van.

“Eddie,” you started, but your heartbeat was thundering in your ears. She was dead. Chrissy was absolutely mangled in your best friend’s living room. You looked over at him and he was pale, breathing hard as he sped out of the trailer park. “Eddie. What—what happened?” You hit the door as he swung a hard left, giving you no time to prepare, heading out of town.

He didn’t answer you. He was shaking, you realized. His whole body was trembling as he gripped his steering wheel for dear life. His eyes were wildly flitting around like something was going to jump out and get you guys.

You couldn’t shake the image of Chrissy in Eddie’s trailer. “What the fuck,” you said, mainly to yourself. “What the fuck.” Your voice got louder. “What the fuck!” You were screaming by that point. “What the fuck is going on, Eddie?”

“I don’t know!” he yelled back, straining, as he began to cry. “I—I—I don’t—fuck!”

Your own breathing matched your racing heart. Holy shit.

Holy shit.

“Where are we going?” It was more of an order than a question.

Eddie didn’t reply. He just kept looking in his rearview mirror.

“Eddie, I swear to the gods above,” you hissed. You were beyond freaking out. You gripped the handle above the passenger door and your headrest as you turned to him. You realized you were shaking yourself. “You tell me what the fuck is going on right now.”

+

Steve’s night had been particularly boring, if he was being honest. And his morning was going about the same. The only shining light was that you would be meeting him soon for lunch, a new ritual you guys had started. A little mid-week pick-me-up when you brought him lunch that you made for him. It barely consisted of more than the two of you sitting in your office, or out in his car when the weather was nice.

It was quickly becoming one of his favourite parts of his week. Any time he got to see you was the highlight of his week.

“Are you seeing this?” Robin asked him from the other side of the store. The store was always quieter in the middle of the day, so he’d started organizing the returns and reshelving them.

“Seeing what?” he said, not looking up.

When she didn’t answer, he pivoted to look at her, but she just had her eyes on the TV in the corner. It was the news, he realized. He glanced at his watch. Weird time for a news broadcast.

Robin turned the volume up and he came closer. The news journalist was in the middle of the screen, practically blocking out any footage of the scene other than people walking around.

“…The details are still murky at this stage, but what we do know is that the body of a Hawkins High School student has been found.”

Steve squinted, trying to work out where it was. It looked familiar. It wasn’t until the camera cut to another angle that he recognized the trailer park. “Holy shit,” he said, and Robin looked at him.

“Is that the trailer park?”

Steve’s mind was already racing. A body had been found at the trailer park. His mind instantly flew to you, but you weren’t a current Hawkins High School student, so it couldn’t be you. He looked at the footage again. He had never been to Eddie’s trailer, and if he was honest, he hadn’t really paid much attention to it when he went to you place. He couldn’t be sure who’s it was. Most of the trailers looked the same to him.

The doors to the store slammed open, Dustin and Max rushing into the store.

“Hey, Steve. How many phones do you have?” Dustin ordered.

“Are you guys seeing this?” he responded offhandedly.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin repeated, more agitated.

“Two. Why?”

“Technically three, if you count Y/N’s and Keith’s in the back,” Robin inserted.

The two freshman looked at each other and Steve could see trouble brewing behind their eyes. “What are you doing?” But they were already vaulting themselves over the counter.

His and Robin’s complaints went ignored by the two.

“What are you doing, man?” Steve asked Dustin, beyond exasperated.

Dustin didn’t look up from the computer. “Looking up Eddie’s friends phone numbers.”

“Oh, Eddie,” Steve said, “your new best friend who you think is cooler than me because he plays your stupid game.”

“Yes,” Dustin started, before spinning around to look at him. “I never said that.”

Robin continued to berate them, but Steve stopped listening as Dustin started to mess around with the computer. “What is so important about looking up Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers?”

Dustin sighed and turned to Max. “Can you fill them in?”

Robin and Steve turned to Max who opened and closed her mouth, obviously trying to work out where to start. Movement flickered from the TV and Steve glanced at it. It was another angle of the trailer, but this time, he did recognize something in it.

His face dropped as he stared at the screen; eyes laser focused on the guitar case seemingly abandoned in the middle of the grass, Corroded Coffin stickers plastered all over it.

Your guitar case.

Max’s eyes followed his and she flinched.

“Mayfield,” Steve started, eyes moving slowly from the screen to the redhead in front of him. “I need you to tell me what is going on. Right now.”

Max swallowed. “Eddie and Y/N are missing.”

Steve’s heart just about stopped in his chest.

+

The drive to Reefer Rick’s was longer than Steve realised, even when he was driving over the speed limit.

His leg was shaking as he drove.

“Hey,” Robin said. “It’s OK. We’ll find her.”

Dustin leaned over the seat. “Yeah. If Eddie is here, then she will be, too.”

Steve slammed on the brakes as they pulled up to the house. “I just don’t know why you two idiots didn’t start this whole thing with the vital information that my girlfriend is missing.” He knew that he was probably being a little unreasonable, but you were the only thing on his mind right now.

He had tried calling you multiple times, but there had been no answer. He knew that your parents were visiting family out of state, but you should have answered. You should have been at the store for lunch, and when you missed that, Steve really started to worry.

As soon as Max had a lead, he was ushering all of them out of the store, Robin flipping the sign to ‘closed’, barely making to his car before he was tearing out of the carpark.

Standing beside Dustin as he was calling for either Eddie, you, or Rick, he seriously considered if the kid was missing some braincells. He peered through the windows for any sight of you, but there was nothing.

When Max called from the side of the house, he was the first one pushing open the door to the boatshed, only to be met with silence.

Picking up and oar, he started to mess with the boat, even when Dustin started to berate him for it.

“I know you think you’re funny, Henderson,” Steve said, poking at the tarp, “but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, it’s better to be safe.”

Steve also didn’t want to take any chances. He knew that you were friends with Eddie. He knew that that Eddie was a nice guy, in theory. Did he think that he could have possibly killed someone? Jury was still out.

Before he could say anything else, the metalhead had him by the neck, broken bottle at his throat, a wild look in his eyes.

“Eddie,” Dustin called. “It’s me. It’s Dustin.”

Steve couldn’t focus on anything other than the glass at his neck. This Eddie could kill someone, he thought, as Dustin finally managed to coax Eddie into removing the bottle. Steve held his neck and tried to pretend that his life didn’t just flash before his eyes. Robin leaned over to look and gave him a reassuring smile when she saw that there had been no damage. He could vaguely hear Dustin and Eddie talking about what happened, only hung up when he heard your name.

“…And she just appeared. I—I couldn’t leave her there,” Eddie said.

Steve stepped forward. “Where is she?”

Eddie looked at him and looked like he was seeing him for the first time, like he hadn’t even registered that it was him that was standing there. “She—She left to try and find a phone. Rick’s doesn’t work. She wanted to call you.”

“When did she leave?” Steve asked.

“Maybe an hour?” Eddie mumbled. “I don’t know. She said not to move until she got back.”

Steve ran a hand over his face. That sounded like you. Especially with Eddie in the state he was in.

Great.

Now you were missing in the woods. At night.

Brilliant.

But before he could say anything, there was a noise from outside the boatshed. The group froze.

Eddie brandished his beer bottle, and Steve picked up his oar as the crushing of gravel moved closer. No one dared a breath as the footsteps stopped a far distance from the shed before starting again, this time at a running pace.

Steve gripped the oar, preparing to swing, when the door was nearly pulled off the hinges, revealing you.

Your eyes darted around at everyone before landing on him. He dropped the oar as you ran at him and almost lost his breath as you crashed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you instantly.

“Steve,” you breathed. He swore his name had never sounded sweeter.

“Y/N.” He pulled away and held you at arms-length, inspecting for anything amiss. Your shirt sleeve was torn on one spot, and he ran his finger over the cut.

You shrugged him off. “It’s just from a branch. I tried to find a house with a phone to call you, because I knew you’d be worried because I missed lunch, but there were people everywhere, and I couldn’t risk someone following me back to Eddie.” You were speaking so fast Steve had a hard time keeping up. “And then I saw the news through someone’s window, and I heard what they’re saying about Eddie. He didn’t do this, Steve. I swear he didn’t. You need to help me, please.”

“Baby, I need you to slow down,” he said, running his hand down your arm to hold your hands. “That’s what we’re here for.”

You finally seemed to break out of whatever trance-like state you had been in and noticed everyone else. When your eyes fell back to Eddie, you frowned. “Why do you have a broken bottle?”

Eddie glanced at Steve and your frown deepened. “Did you attack them? With that?”

Steve squeezed your hand. “Not the time.”

Your eyes came back to him, and you sagged into him. Steve could see the exhaustion all over your face. The bags under your eyes were heavy, and you seemed dazed, like you had stayed up all night and then today. You probably had, he thought, to protect Eddie.

And then you had tried to contact him. You wandered out into the woods, into danger, because you were worried about him because you missed lunch. Steve wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

Thank God, Steve thought as he looked down at you. You were here. And you were fine.

Well, as fine as you could be with an entire town looking for you.

[ladyvillainous]

Ardeth Bay NSFW Alphabet

Working on a little something new just need to do a little editing but while you're waiting have some more head canons on my latest character obsession

A Aftercare

(What they’re like after sex)

He likes to hold you close as you both recover continuing to kiss you softly as he rubs his hands over your skin just wanting to

B Body part

(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your skin because it’s so soft he can’t help but want to be touching you constantly. You make sure to apply your jasmine scented body oil daily to keep it that way knowing how much he loves to touch you and the smell of the oil. If you really want to drive him nuts, you rub a small amount through your hair, it’s guaranteed to have him wrapped around you in no time.

C Cum

(Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He would never lay a hand on you until you were married and as such getting you pregnant wouldn’t be an issue. In fact, he loves to see your rounded belly as you grow his child, he thinks your even more irresistible this way. It’s because of this that he always likes to come inside you and nowhere else.

D Dirty Talk

(Do they like to talk dirty on the job? Do they like you to talk dirty to them? What sort of things do they say?)

He’s more likely to praise and worship you with words of love and encouragement than with filthy things thought he can get a bit borderline when you’re going down on him as he can get carried away.

E Experience

(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He had a few dalliances when he was younger but once he took his oath, he realised the life of Medjai was not well suited a long-term relationship and he had no interest in brothels or ruining a woman’s reputation for nothing. He’s no virgin but hasn’t anywhere near the experience some of the other men do, whatever he may lack he more than makes up for with passionate intensity.

F Favourite Position

(This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves any position that allows him to gaze into your eyes, though is partial to having you sat on his lap because he can hold you so much closer while still maintaining control.

When he wants to switch it up, he likes to get you on all fours and then pull you up flush against his chest, it takes a little twisting to get into position, but he can still kiss you breathless and the angle of his thrusts turn you to jelly in his arms.

G Goofy

(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He has a surprisingly wicked sense of humour, but this tends to show itself in sly comments here and there and during sex is often not the moment for this. It doesn’t stop him grinning wickedly at you when he teases you. Generally, he’s so intense it doesn’t occur to either of you to find anything funny.

H Hair

(How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s quite a hairy man thought not excessively just enough to look stereotypically manly without veering into werewolf territory. When he’s out in the desert he doesn’t worry about grooming down there at all even lets his beard grow out somewhat. But when he returns home or if you visit him at one of the outposts, he will take the time to clear up the jungle and shave.

I Intimacy

(How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Ardeth is a very passionate, intense, loyal man which often translates to soft sensual touches that make your heart overflow for him.

J Jack Off

(Masturbation head canon)

Sometimes the only thing getting him through the long, lonely nights in the desert is thoughts of you. However, he doesn’t always have the privacy to be able to do anything more than think about you. This can mean he returns from weeks or months away and pretty much carries you straight to bed, he needs you repeatedly after that much time apart with no relief.

K Kink

(One or more of their kinks)

It took some time to convince him, but he did finally indulge you and tie you to your bed. He was extremely uncomfortable at first as he was worried about hurting you, but he unexpectedly loved it. He doesn’t want to indulge all the time because his fear returns full force in between but on occasion he will whip out the rope using the excuse that he wants to try a new knot he’s learnt, despite the fact that you’re more than willing excuse or no excuse.

L Location

(Favourite places to do the do)

He wants privacy for you both so at home in your own bed is his reference. He makes an exception for his chambers at the mountain outpost, but with only a curtain separating you both from the rest of the outpost you do have to be quieter than normal.  He has also been known to draw you into the armoury after training but that’s only because he hasn’t the patience to wait to get you home.

M Motivation

(What turns them on, gets them going)

Showing a little skin is a foolproof way to get his attention. Wearing your caftan with the long thigh high split around the house when you’re just doing everyday household chores, get you tossed over his shoulder and escorted upstairs in double time.

N NO

(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not hurt you period end of sentence no will he give up control for the same reason. He got carried away the first time you slept together, which was also your first time ever, when you bled slightly after he thought he’d hurt you and was horrified. He fled to the spare room and wouldn’t come near you for quite some time, until you figured out what had upset him and were able to assure him you weren’t hurt. It still plays on his mind though even to this day.  

O Oral

(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both, he has been known to pull multiple orgasms from you in one session to the point you’re begging him to stop. He loves it when you go down on him as it allows him to give up some control without any risk of hurting you, because of this he would never hold your head while you pleasure him let alone push down for fear you would gag.

P Pace

(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, sensual and powerful is his go to, occasionally he will get a little rougher with you, but his pace is always carefully controlled and measured for maximum pleasure while making it last longer for the both of you.

Q Quickie

(Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

A quickie with Ardeth isn’t exactly a quick as he no interesting in just ploughing you into a wall and moving on. He wants to take his time with you ensure you feel loved and safe. The closest he gets to quick are the times in the armouring after training but even those sessions run long to the point that you’re shocked you haven’t been caught yet. What neither of you know is that the armoury guards have caught on and will always guard the door until your done and then discretely make themselves scarce, so you never even know they were there. Ardeth suspects because of the knowing smiles they shoot him later the same day, but he chooses to ignore it.

R Risk

(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s happily experiment with any position or technique you want to try but he’d never put your safety at risk. Neither would he risk exposing you in any way… with the notable exception of the armoury.

S Stamina

(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The man is built for endurance he could fight Anubis stay up all night trekking through the jungle, fight Anubis warriors in the morning, spend 4 -5 hours on horseback see to his men and still rock your world so thoroughly you’re seeing stars. I know that’s an incredibly specific example, but it’s happened at least once.

T Toy

(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The 1920/30’s were not known for a plethora of sex toy options. You have both heard about a device called a vibrator but have never tried one. Ardeth doesn’t believe any electric device could be any better than what you already experience together, and you completely agree being more than satisfied with your sex life.

U Unfair

(How much they like to tease)

Usually, he’ll deliver orgasm after mind blowing orgasm no waiting, but on occasion he can been downright evil. This often coincides with the time the ropes come out of the box under the bed.

V Volume

(How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not excessively loud he’d rather keep your private life private and would hate for anyone to overhear you both. However, at home behind locked doors he feels freer to up the volume.

Generally, it’s whispered terms of endearment or general grunts of effort with the odd growl, but he does get borderline filthy when you go down on him

W Wild Card

(Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

Nothing gets him worked up more than watching you school the young Medjai in weapons. He loves watching them underestimate you and then being eviscerated by your skills. This isn’t a secret to you but the fact that after the first session of every new group he corners you in the armoury for a quick intense session that leaves your legs shaking is only something the 2 of you know.

X X-Ray

(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

Canonically Ardeth is nearly 6ft 2in and solidly built so I think he’d be a reasonable size just borderline on how easily you can get him in your mouth but a little girthier than the norm.

Y Yearning

(How high is their sex drive?)

Varies depending on his schedule and how much access he has to you. Out in the desert it can wither away to almost nothing but back home he will be on you every second he can spare from his duties.

Z ZZZ

(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually, your sessions are so intense that you both fall asleep very quickly but always with your arms wrapped round one another.

[yellowlaboratory]

Hi!! What are your season 3 thoughts?? And most importantly, what are your Jiara related season 3 thoughts? :D

alksjdfhlaskdfj i have. so many thoughts. i've never ever written something short so uhhhhh.....stick with me, lmao.

first, non-jiara thoughts:

cleope was SO cute!!! i wanted to wait for the writing to convince me on them as a ship because I really wanted something more than "these two aren't with any one so lets put them together" for cleo and pope and I've been completely convinced. They both bring out a different side to each other and the way Pope opens his family and his home to her is just alkdjfhlksajdfhlkajsdhf it's unbearably sweet. i love her interactions with the heywards and i love how instantly she fits in. the scene when he leaves her in his room and she does a tiny dance and then falls back on his bed and says "thanks, pope"..... yeah i think i was cosigning on that ship as soon as I saw that asdklfjhaskdfl. and the scene in 3x06 where she stops him from shooting rafe and he cries in her arms.... oh my god. it single handedly saved that episode for me. AND THEIR KISS???? oh my god.

i also LOVED Cleo's friendship with JJ. When they are on a mission together, they are right there with each other. and, speaking of friendships, I loved that we got more JJ & John B, best friends since third grade content. the fact that they physically started fighting... idk, I think it just made them feel even more like brothers to me.

i also just really loved some of the (for lack of a better term) girlboss moments this season. there are SO many moments that i was loudly cheering for my girls. Cleo having the only brain cell like 180% of the time when Kiara is kidnapped. Kiara betraying rafe and stealing that boat (i was fully cheering ala kiara during the cliff jump scene like that is my GIRL) (also madison bailey the woman that you ARE the way she never even a little bit played into the r*ara of it all. any time Rafe looked or spoke to or was in the general vicinity of Kiara, she looked SO uncomfortable and I love that for me). and I really REALLY loved Sarah manipulating Topper lmao "you're such a giver" "it's just how i was raised" KLAJDHLAKSJDH

and, actually, I think the inculsion of topper in the heist was super funny and exactly the type of shit i want to see from him (if wheezie had been there to give him shit, it would have basically been any fic i've ever written with topper in it). when topper is being used purely for comedy, he's kind of a genius character - Austin North can deliver those bat shit Topper lines really well, and the rest of the characters (particularly Kiara) react SO well to him. he's so easy to make fun of!!! but then.... having Sarah go back to topper again was uhhhh not it. I think they should have kept the s2 or the s3 stopper storyline in, but not both. sarah going back to something that reminds her of a time when her life was easier while shit is absolutely hitting the fan and she has nothing else is like, very much in character, and that's what happened both times. the fact that they didn't show her growing through that in this season, but instead regressing..... idk, i'm excited to see a Sarah with more growth. also, canon comedic topper is dead to me forever after burning down the chateau so, i guess that's a loss on both fronts (i can't talk anymore about the chateau burning down but i have a lot of feelings about it).

i really hated big john. i'm so sorry, but looking back, John B should have left that man in the fucking bell tower. I think the amount of screentime he took is my biggest gripe of the season (i did a scrub of the show for just jiara scenes after my first watch and the amount of times i had to scroll by that man.... my god). and not only did he take up a shit ton of screentime, he kept John B away from the pogues - both physically and emotionally - for most of the season (the lack of goofy happy pogues moments is my second biggest gripe with the season). If you've read pltc, you know that I had a lot of thoughts about Big John and his relationship with the pogues but...... when he died (actually, this time), it was only dry eyes here lmao. I feel bad for John B, obviously, but everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) Big John did this season was so shitty for John B, I can only say that i think John B is better off without him.

i think the thing that has me the most conflicted is the 18 month time jump. narratively, it makes so much sense - and logistically, aging up the characters as the cast ages makes a lot of sense. i don't love that we'll miss alot of jiara and cleope but I'm coming around to the thought of it all by opening ao3 and waiting for those time jump fics to pour in. @ josh pate if season 4 opens with JJ slamming Kie against a wall as they're making out i'll forgive literally everything, i'm so easy to please.

i guess this is the perfect transition to the jiara of it all. the first few episodes literally bodied me. every interaction on Poguelandia bodied me - the way they were living their poguelandia/surf trip dream, the "just like we talked about", the angsty silent conversations they were having when they saw the plane. kiara getting kidnapped hit - I think the way JJ was so focused on getting her back was so perfect, the dock hug was actual literal perfection. I am a Hug Girl first and foremost and oh my GOD?

the first almost kiss floored me. i did not expect it. the transition from their dumbass little jokes to almost kissing.......... i'm gonna die. i literally fell off my couch. I think Pope being the one to break it up was inevitable, as was their conversation. idk how i feel about it, i know pope was always going to have opinions on jiara and i'm glad it wasn't super salty but.... i'm gonna need to rewatch it a few times i think.

episode 4 absolutely ended me. those conversations and the way Kiara knows JJ and the way JJ was imploding.... absolutely insane. the framing of that episode (like the actual cinematography not the writing lmao) was not my favorite, but the content was SO good. it was everything i wanted I was losing my mind. JJ telling Kiara she's a kook HURT. Kiara knowing that he's lashing out cause he's scared made me yodel. the talk in the chateau's yard about truces immediately followed by another almost almost kiss made me want to scream into a pillow. 10s all around.

I also love Heist Jiara. I loved seeing JJ at the carrera's house for the conversation about the cross, and the way he's a little bit like a caged animal around Mike is perfect!!! Him self destructing by stealing the money clip is just literally JJ 101. Jiara bike ride to Kilby Girl is now my entire personality!!!!!!!! also the fight about the money clip - that's not really about the money clip at all - followed immediately by JJ almost dying and Kiara being like "don't you ever do that again" is just aksldjfhkasjdfhlkjasdhlfkjasd i could YODEL.

the gate fight absolutely took me by suprise. the "i love you dude" was not what i was expecting AT ALL. JJ's buffering reaction and the way he's trying to downplay it was 10298/10. the hurt in kiara's face made me want to cry, and then John B fucking everything up feels... well, a little inevitable. I also love that even in their angstiest, jiara is still together, and in episode 8, they are sitting on the couch and kiara's playing the ukuele LIKE. they are best friends. they are so important to each other. nothing is ever going to change that. I also love love love the part where he's like "i'll tell you on the plane." idk it makes me feel buzzy.

episode 9 is a literal fucking feast. the feral jj, the way he KNOWS something is up when she doesn't show up, the way he drops everything and then ends up in kahoots with Barricuda Mike to get her back. "I kind of got a date" ????!?!?!?!??!!!!! then the whole thing about Marley the cat (josh I KNOW you are on the ao3 tag just drop me the username please) and Kiara immediately knowing it was him as soon as she heard "blond". the "me?". the KISS. the giggly happy in love couple that they are!!!!! i do wish the kiss had better lighting for my giffer friends but i know we're gonna get the brightest kiss in the world in s4 to make up for it (pates make it happen!!!). and i think my favorite scene of the entire season is them being so happy and giggly on the plane and the high five into a handhold alkdjsfhlkasjdfhlksadf.

episode 10 is obviously a drop off lmao. it sucks to leave the season on that note but we did get the "it's an adventure baby" and little background moments. I'm happy the pates didn't write themselves into a corner too much this season, and in a lot of ways I'm really glad that jiara is open ended because that means there's a lower chance of unnessecary bullshit being thrown our way really early on into s4. i would have liked a more definitive ep 10 moment but ultimately, espeically since we know we have s4, i'm not concerned in the slightest about it.

so, overall, i think there were parts of the season that felt slightly choppy (personally, I'm of the belief that they filmed a lot more than we saw), i think the first half was generally stronger than the second half, and I think i'm really, really fucking glad we have s4 confirmed so I don't have to stress about it even a little & we'll get to filming sooner. my sanity is hanging on by it's fingernails but it is in fact hanging on.

at the end of the day, i had the time of my life watching it and i had some really great people to share it with and I'll always be so unendingly grateful for that!!!!

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Favourite Stucky Fics of 2022

This feels a little bit like a farewell, but don’t worry... I’m never too far away! Here’s my favourite Stucky fics of 2022 :) 

Complete

💙 FUBAR by Ginny_Potter/ @hipsterdiva​ (Post-Endgame Fix-It | 64K | Explicit): Steve jumps in the past to return the Infinity Stones and doesn’t come back. When Bucky travels to 2012 to look for him, the Ancient One tells him just one thing: “Captain Rogers decided to move on”. Back in the present, Sam Wilson is more driven than ever to find his friend, believing him to be lost in the Quantum Realm but Bucky knows, just knows, that Steve made a choice and the choice was to stay in the past. Struggling to cope with a world he doesn’t recognise, Bucky falls in an addictive spiral of jumping up and down the timeline under the vigilant eye of the Ancient One, just to see Steve one more time, just to get his next fix. And in doing so, without even realising it, he heals and in the end finds out if he was right. Or, Time Travel is addictive, Steve is lost, and Bucky slowly realises that healing together is better than healing alone.

💙 he said, there’s a paradise beneath me (she said, am I supposed to bleed) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid​ (Hunkyclunks aka Winter Soldier Bucky/Modern Beefy Steve, BDSM | 23K | Explicit): “If you kiss me like that, Rogers, you’re gonna have a hard time convincing me you want to fuck me.” “Can’t have that,” Steve says and— And the fucker bends Bucky back like this is a goddamn romcom and kisses the everloving shit out of him. (Part 1 of some sweet violent urge)

💙 The Devil and Captain Rogers by kocuria-visuals (kocuria)/ @kocuria, zilia/ @ms-zilia​ (Post-Avengers, Canon Divergent | 55K | Mature): Steve Rogers woke up in the twenty-first century and joined the Avengers to defeat Loki and save New York. But afterwards, he finds himself struggling to adjust to his new circumstances, desperately lonely and missing Bucky more than ever. So when the Guardian of the Soulworld visits him and offers to give him one person back from the dead, he jumps at the chance to get Bucky back. The only problem is, when he arrives in the Soulworld, Bucky doesn’t seem to be there.

💙 Maybe we’ll get it all (If we choose one night) by sourwolphs/ @sourwolphs (A/B/O AU, Sex Worker Bucky | 69K | Explicit): As it turns out, it’s pretty hard to find a job as an ex-firefighter omega with PTSD, no left arm, and no high school diploma. After the accident forced Bucky to leave his job at the fire department, he stumbles upon ComfortCycle— a service that helps alphas and omegas get through their heat and rut cycles— and becomes a trained Cycle Partner. And for the first time in his 34 years of life, lonely, rich alpha Steve Rogers is considering paying for sex.

💙 Blooming Under the Dappled Light by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic (Historical AU, Secret Identity | 52K | Explicit): Despite being the son of a gentleman, James “Bucky” Barnes could scarcely allow himself the hope of one day being tied to another in happy matrimony. In a society where the first-born children are revered and inherit all of a family’s wealth, last-born Bucky feels trapped in a life he did not ask for. When he makes the drastic decision to run away and become a tutor for a wealthy family, he is hoping to save enough pennies to someday have a dowry and be worthy for marriage despite his deposition. What he is not anticipating, however, is falling into the rough and skilled hands of his employer, the rakish widow Lord Steven Rogers.

💙 Okay, so he can play… (pretty’s got nothing to do with it) by darter_blue/ @darter-blue (University Hockey AU | 50K | Explicit): This is supposed to be Steve’s year. He’s meant to be taking his team to finals. He’s meant to be the number one draft pick. He’s meant to have it all. Until in walks the new kid, with his beautiful face and his tiny shoulders and his long hair and his graceful skating. Who doesn’t look anything like a proper hockey player. Who’s going to ruin everything. Bucky Barnes is about to bring Steve Roger’s world crashing down. And Steve is about to realise that’s a good thing.Maybe the best thing that ever happened to him.

💙 Rhapsody on a Theme by Astaraiche, Bittersweet_in_Boston (Orchestra AU | 41K | Explicit): in which Steve Rogers, principal cellist at the Boston Symphony Orchestra, meets Bucky Barnes, piano soloist and BSO artist in residence, and the inevitable occurs. 

💙  Read, White & Blue by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Shrunkyclunks, Librarian Bucky | 99K | Teen): If Steve was certain one thing would have stayed the same during his sixty-something years in the ice, it was that libraries were still the place to go if you needed information. And Steve needed information. Lots and lots of it. aka Librarian Bucky helps freshly desfrosted Steve learn how to use computers and catch up on everything he missed whilst he was in the ice.

WIP

💙 hey now, you’re an all star (get your game on, go play) by buckyismybicycle/ @buckyismybicycle (NHL Hockey AU | 18/? | 55K | Explicit): Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong.

💙 Love isn’t always a ‘coup de foudre’ by Becassine/ @becassine, kocuria-visuals (kocuria)/ @kocuria (Bridgerton AU, A/B/O | 6/13 | 26K | Explicit): When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.

💙 A Story We Must Tell by AHM1121/ @love-ha-fge​, MissyRivers (Modern AU, Fisherman Steve, Writer Bucky | 8/15 | 61K | Explicit): Or, the story of how ex-military turned Author - James Barnes collides with ex- Army Commander turned Lumberjack/Fisherman Steve Rogers and all the ensuing fluff, drama, romance that comes their way.

💙 This is (not) a Ghost Story [COMIC] by PottersPink/ @potterspink​ (Post-WS | 10/31 | General): Steve moves into a haunted house. Well — everyone else is convinced it’s haunted, anyways.

[musing-and-music]

I am the only judge

A short text inspired by the conversation following this post on discord. We talked about how Roy is person A and Riza person B, and how Roy closes his heart to avoid being hurt when he loses people he loves and when he knows he might die sooner than later after he's tried for his crimes. My take was that Riza is the one convincing him their relationship is worth being lived, even if their end can be tragic.

"Riza would be the one telling Roy that their relationship is worth being lived. Maybe they'll die, maybe it'll end tragically, but at least they'll have known and loved each other fully, until the end, and isn't that something beautiful? They already have too many regrets in their life, let this not be one more"

Thank you @niconiconina @nightofnyx8 @goneadrift and @smoothshine!! Also I must thank my boss for talking about his vacations in Iceland during coffee break, because the interruption in the writing process made this little thing less angsty than I expected!

Royai, Post-canon, Established Relationship, Fluff, 464 words

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Roy sighed as he leaned against the back of his chair, ruffling his hair with his hand. He looked exhausted, and Riza knew he wasn’t sleeping enough, always working for their goal, endlessly looking for financial support, material, people.

"You should rest for a bit, sir," she told him as she took a stack of files from his desk. They'd need to be sorted and put in envelopes before tonight.

"There’s too much to do, Hawkeye.  I can’t stop."

"Or what?"

Roy turned a puzzled look to her. "What?"

Riza dropped the files on her desk and faced him.

"What would happen if you slept for two hours? If you stopped for half a day? Will this country explode? Will all the people who don't like you suddenly barge in your office to throw you outside? No sir, everything will be fine, because you have people you can trust to take care of what needs to be done." She took a few steps toward him and stopped next to the side of his desk. "You know we'll keep up with you, general. We've followed you all this way, we won't stop so easily."

Roy leaned forward and placed his hands on the wooden surface. Another sigh escaped him. "And you, Hawkeye? Why do you stick with me? Why do you keep scolding me when I need it? Why do I still have your unwavering loyalty?"

A small smile spread on Riza’s lips. "You know it damn well, Roy," she whispered.

Her hand slid on the desk until her fingertips brushed against his. Immediately, Roy turned his hand and entwined their fingers together.

"I don't deserve you, Riza," he breathed, but his gaze didn't wear the regret that sometimes shone in his black eyes. Instead, Riza found so much tenderness inside that her heart faltered. She gave his fingers a light squeeze.

"I am the only judge for that, Roy, and I decided years ago that you were worthy of me, worthy of my love. I'm glad that you accepted it's something good for us despite our incertain future."

Roy's smile was wobbly, soft, loving, and Riza still couldn't believe her luck to have Roy Mustang loving her. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly, eliciting delicious goosebumps along her arm.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence, until Roy yawned.

"Alright, general, I think it’s time for you to take a long nap!" Riza pulled him on his feet and led him to the couch. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything while you sleep. I'll stop the world from exploding and keep your enemies away."

Roy settled on the couch and gave her a sleepy smile. "I knew I could count on you, captain."

[queenharumiura]

[Just for the hell of it. Wanted to do it with someone else jokingly but...then I realized it would not be cool xD] (Yamamoto)    𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ A kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting||  Kekekek I mean you're always free to do/send whatever. Most of these i'll be writing for fun anyways. No way canon

Readmore because I apparently love to write a lot for more drabble-esque memes LOLOLOL

The Vongola sure has some weird traditions and games. Haru is listening to the instructions, and she can’t help but think… that there is some kind of motive here. You’re trying to convince her that some scary, burly mafia guys have played this game historically? For points?

Press X to doubt.

Every single year, Reborn would come up with some new game that he attests was played in the olden Vongola days. Impression competitions for birthdays, New Years games like kurata and grabbing fortunes out of a gator’s mouth?

Maybe the gator- but Kurata? She strongly doubts the validity that they played such a game in Italy. Then again—maybe it was a game introduced by Asari-san?

… There’s no way this game was introduced by Asari-san though.

It was another race, to see which team could move the most number of cards from point a to point b. At no point was the card allowed to touch the floor, and you couldn’t use your hands. Teams had time to discuss among themselves to figure what their gameplan was going to be.

‘Isn’t this just the fanservice game to make it look like people are kissing each other?’ She looks at Reborn dubiously, sincerely doubting this was a true Vongola game. You can’t fool her! Look at the way he’s avoiding her gaze!

Everyone had to pick from a hat to determine if you joined the game or sat out. The Cavallone team seemingly had worse luck as most of their members had to play, but Haru suspected that it wasn’t necessarily the case that having less people on your team would make it easier for you.

The Vongola team consisted of Gokudera, Ryohei, Yamamoto, Haru, and Lambo. Just the lineup alone made Haru think that this couldn’t end well. They spent the majority of the time discussing the order (mostly because Lambo was being a menace).

With only less than a minute to spare, they had to quickly decide on a strategy.

“Hey, I’ve seen a game like this before. You just have to suck the card using your mouth and transfer it to the next person.” Ryohei had seen it on TV before. As much as the idea sent shivers of disgust down his spine, he wanted to win.

No man goes into battle with the thought of losing!

“Times up. Get to your places.”

The order went Gokudera, Ryohei, Yamamoto, Haru, and Lambo as the final lynchpin. No one wanted to trust Lambo with going first, and they feared that he’d drop the card if he was placed anywhere in the middle.

All they could do was bank on the hope that even if he dropped the card at the end, he did so on top of the designated spot.

Reborn rings the gong to start the race, and the tensions were high as both teams wanted to win. The loser at the end of the day has to pay a fee, after all! How mafia-like, isn’t it?

Haru thought about it once Yamamoto received the card from Ryohei: was their height difference going to be an issue?

Most people when playing this game tried to keep their heads upright, facing the sky to prevent the card from falling, but Yamamoto couldn’t do that if he wanted to pass the card off to her.

Haru is what you call… vertically challenged. (translation: short)

Ryohei and Gokudera were of similar height, so the hand off wasn’t too difficult, but between Yamamoto and Haru—just a bit more difficult.

They stood there, frozen for a moment as they both moved, trying to figure a position that worked. Haru places a hand on Yamamoto’s arm to stop him from moving so much, tugging on his sleeve to direct him to lean forward- just enough for her to reach with her tippy toes.

The two meet in the middle, in the process of making the hand off, and Haru retrieves the card, and she lets him know by patting his arm. Just as they are parting, “Haru! You’re taking too long, hurry up!”

The impatient child leaps onto Haru, taking her by surprise. She drops the card from her surprise and she loses her balance from Lambo jumping onto her back. She falls forward, and feels someone catching her to steady her onto her feet.

She’s grateful for this, but she also feels something else. Her eyes go wide as she realizes that because of their faces already being so close to each other, when she stumbled, her lips fell right into Yamamoto’s.

The Vongola side of the room goes quiet in shock. That is, until—“HAHI! Ha-Ha-Haru is so sorry!” The brunette squeals. “Lambo! You can’t do that, it’s dangerous!” She has to raise a complaint with the one who made this happen.

Haru drops to the ground, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. “Wait, Aho-onna! Get back up! We’re in the middle of a competition!”

After a minute, Haru did get back up to try again, mostly thanks to Lambo shaking her, telling her that he wanted to have his turn in the game. He was the all important lynchpin! He has to shine and bring their side the victory!

The game resumes and they try again, but once Yamamoto has the card, Haru can’t forget what just happened- going completely red in the face. “Sorry! Haru can’t do it!” She drops to the ground again and covers her face with her hands.

It was too soon for her to have calmed her heart! Go on without her!

Needless to say, the game ended with the Vongola team being unable to do anything.

“Cavallone team: 6 cards! Vongola team… a depressing 0 cards.” Reborn announces the results of the competition. The agonizing wails of two competitive dolts rings in the background and cue Haru yelling at Gokudera to shut up. Kyoko instead takes to comforting her brother, telling him it’s okay that they lost. They’ll win the next one!

A fight breaks out between the Haru and Gokudera, as per usual. It was basically a daily occurrence between them.

Convenient, really, since she didn’t know how to face Yamamoto after that. What better way to avoid an awkward situation? Fight with your local angry boi!

“Amateurs, you can’t use your hands, but you can use everything else. If you pick up the card by using the tip of your tongue to pick up the corner of the card, you lean it up against your wrist. Pick it up with your teeth from there and transfer between your teammates by grabbing the card with your teeth.” Dino explains, being the dutiful older brother type character that he is.

That only makes Gokudera explode. If they had more time to strategize, they could’ve thought of that too!

[lovelybarnes]

scars- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: heavy mentions of insecurity, focus on scars, injuries, blood, wounds, canon violence about: requested! (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc. + (PF26) person a wiping person b’s tears away a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope this is what you wanted and that you liked it!!

[ @tylard-blog1 ]

you’re aware that everyone on the team has them; natasha romanoff, even steve rogers, with his unbreakable milk skin, and bruce banner, with the green that tinges the hue of his temples when a scar is made. they’re reminders of what you do, some symbols of the lives that you’ve saved-- and others the lives that you’ve taken.

yes, everyone has them, but that doesn’t make you like the ones that litter your own body very much. nor does it stop you from looking away from them when you catch a glimpse of the scars that peek out of the clothing you specifically choose to hide them away from the curious eyes of the public. it doesn’t stop the frustrated tears that ebb in your eyes when you run the tips of your fingers over the raised tissue.

sometimes you realize how unfair it is of you to hate the scars that splay on your collarbone, and the ones that run across your hips and thighs, when you press your lips against the ones on bucky’s shoulder, pleading for him to believe you when you say you think he’s beautiful. the thought lingers when you playfully roll your eyes at natasha on the rare moment when she narrows her eyes at the healed bullet wound that sits above her hip, genuine words assuring her she looks great no matter what slipping out of the same mouth that utters ugly words at the mirror. you ignore it even as it guilts you when you touch the scars on bruce’s arms with featherlight fingers, pressing that they don’t make him a monster, or any of the hideous words with which he describes himself.

you try to tell yourself the reassurances apply to you, too, because they’re true-- the scars don’t diminish the beauty of your smile, or the glow that you carry, and they shouldn’t hinder the upwards pull of your lips when you catch a glimpse of them in the mirror-- but even as you try to convince yourself of that, your eyes always flit away, hand positioning itself in front of the scars as you examine the way you’d love yourself without them.

you were never aware of the blue eyes that caught your moments of dislike for yourself, missing the bead of worry that embedded itself in the cerulean of bucky’s irises.

-

it was on a particularly bad day of yours that one of your relatively smaller missions was scheduled. listed underneath your name was bucky’s, although he was only on there because he had demanded you never to go on a mission to an active hydra base alone, even though he knew you could handle it; you didn’t mind, always enjoying the quiet moments you got on the quinjet with bucky-- and the pilot, usually clint or steve, who bit their tongue, unlike sam or tony.

it would’ve been fine on any other day, but your day hadn’t started on the best note. the scars underneath your clothing seemed to burn every time you moved in the way they had when you first received them. you had stared at them for far too long, wishing you had the super-healing of the asgardian gods or the super soldiers you surrounded yourself with, who would never get permanent scars from the things you had experienced. they felt especially ugly sitting on your skin, making you want to lay in bed all day, pretending they didn’t exist.

your mission cut off your day of wallowing in your bed, forcing you to shove on your suit and sit in the quinjet to arrive at the mission you could’ve easily handled by yourself had it been another day and you had felt any other way.

you were from the same black widow program natasha was from; you were probably impossibly better, more ruthless and uncaring because from the moment you were born, you had nothing to lose, no family to protect, no memories of a childhood--even a fake one-- to hang onto. your movements were always calculated and perfect, like they had been forced to be, and your emotions were never supposed to cloud your anything-- they never did, except for when you had the days that knocked you off your feet, just like these.

nevertheless, you were distracted in the base with bucky, although you shouldn’t have been, considering the delicate information you were handling. you flawlessly did the routine of knocking guards unconscious, ignoring the way a harsh heat flashed in your hip when bucky’s hand touched the place where one of your more brutal scars was. it felt nearly as if he could feel it under his fingers, even though it was a ridiculous thought considering the material of your tac suit.

it was still going relatively fine; you had recovered the usb file you had been assigned to secure, and most of the guards were dead, fallen in a trail that created a clear pathway for bucky to find you, usb drive clutched tightly in your hand as you bled out on the floor, a knife thrown next to the pool of blood quickly forming underneath you and the person who had done it lying dead a few feet away. your gun was in your other hand, one of its bullets embedded in the hydra agents’ chest. bucky could hear the strangled gurgles of breathing coming from the agent, but he paid no attention to him as he rushed to your side, eyebrows furrowing as his hands reached the stab wound. you hissed sharply when you felt the cold of his vibranium fingers meet the burning hot of the injury, pressing down hard as lightly as he could while he mumbled something into the comms you never used. you were suddenly gathered into his arms, cringing when you heard a scream you didn’t realize was yours until you felt bucky’s lips moving in reassuring sentences next to your ear, a string of apologies falling from his lips. you never let go of the drive, desperate to keep hold of something that connected you to the real world, not wanting to focus on your other alternative: it was irrelevant when compared to everything else, but through the blinding red of pain, the only thing you could focus on was obsessing over the fact that a new scar would inevitably heal in place of the stab wound-- one you knew you would survive because you’d survived a hell of a lot worse than it, but the next ugly thing to form in your abdomen might just make you never want to see yourself again.

warm tears rolled down your cheeks as bucky carried you back into the quinjet, one of your hands tiredly fisted at bucky’s shirt, trying your best to stay awake but ultimately failing from the loss of blood and will.

-

it’s stupid. you’re aware, but your first thought when you open your eyes again is how there is yet another scar that will form on your abdomen, making tears rush to your eyes in frustration because it was your fault it was there anyways. had you just paid attention-- just not concentrated so on the wretched things, a new one would not be forming right now. the collection of ugly tissue that littered your skin was already too large.

the frustration you felt overpowered the painful numbness that settled over the wound in your abdomen, making dried tears spring back to life and dribble down your apple cheeks, alerting your boyfriend of your state. “doll? what’s wrong?” he asks, and at the sign he’s there, listening to your whimpers and audible disdain, the dam breaks loose, your hands reaching up to your face and tugging at the gash.

bucky’s up on his feet, tender hands circling around your wrists to pull them back down, “y/n, what’s wrong, doll?” he repeats, gentle blue eyes scanning your tear-streaked face. you squeeze your eyes shut, another salty trail making its way onto the bow of your lips. bucky’s warm fingers wipe away the wetness, his fingertips light.

“baby, please tell me what hurts,” he begs, his vibranium hand making its way into yours. you shake your head, squeezing his cold fingers. “i hate them,” you mumble, feeling his palm cupping your jaw, “i hate them so much.”

“hate what, honey?” he questions gently, brows furrowing further when he sees your hand curling into a loose fist above the place where his hands have lovingly settled: right on your scars. “i’m sorry,” you cry quietly, nose scrunching up when his fingers trace over the tissue he’s memorized the location of, “i hate them. they’re ugly and i hate them.”

“these?” bucky inquires, surprised. he lifts your shirt-- really, his-- to see the object of your tears, catching when you shut your eyes again and more tears drip off your jaw.

“bucky, no--”

bucky looks up at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “y/n…” he starts sadly, pulling away to get you to look at him. “they’re not... “ his eyes flick down to one of the scars, and he taps on it gently, “d’you remember this one? it was a couple years ago when i barely joined the team.” you can feel a lump growing in your throat, perfectly able to recall where you got it.

“you barely knew me back then, but you did know i was a super soldier, and you jumped in front of that bullet anyways. god, i knew i had to ask you out before someone knocked sense into anyone else.”

you sniffle, biting your lip, “this one,” he touches another one, “you saved nat and a little girl from a madman. her parents were so thankful they stayed with you until you woke up to thank you.” his finger wipes away another tear, “she invited me to her birthday party this year,” you snivel, and bucky smiles.

“these are not ugly-- you are not ugly, i promise.” he tells you. “i love you, every part of you--” his head suddenly ducks down, and you can feel his lips softly pressing against the scars, careful to avoid your newly forming one. your hand reaches his jaw, running your nail along his stubble as more thankful tears slip from your eyes. “i love you,” he repeats, kissing your lips.

“thank you,” you whisper against his lips, sniffling as you feel the burn on the scars slowly begin to disappear with the coolness of bucky’s vibranium fingertips.

[stardustedknuckles]

kisses on head, Molly to Beau?

I have been waiting all day to finish work so I could write this lil snippet. I'm writing it from my ask box so I don't get carried away...

...and it's been 75 minutes so god knows what happened. 500 words at a guess, weird itch to continue, mention of stomach troubles but nothing explicit. Also you get bonus b/y head kiss because it was there and I could. ^__^

AU where Molly did come back, post-canon.

Beau barely protests when Molly tucks the blanket around her like she's three, and that's how he knows it's serious. He steps back to frown at her clammy, pale skin and eyebags he doesn't need dark vision to see from across the darkened room. "You're really down for the count, huh?"

Cross-legged in the middle of the pile of furs she shares with Yasha, Beau glares at him halfheartedly. "I'm only putting up with you because it makes Yasha feel better, you know."

Oh. It's not a halfhearted glare he's seeing. She's just that sick. "Same goes for me dear," he says breezily. "Aren't you supposed to be godly amounts of healthy all the time or something? I didn't get the sense Yasha was exaggerating that. Jester definitely was, though."

"This isn't poison or disease, dipshit." Her wet sniff undercuts a little of her words - not that he needs it. "S'just a stomach bug. Nobody's immune."

"Mmm." Molly's ears perk as the steam from the kettle in the next room begins to change pitch. He can get to it before it starts to whistle, but whether he will or not...eh, fine. Just for today. "Keep telling yourself that," he says, and flicks her ear with his tail as he exits. Beau barely flinches, just shakes her head like he's a fly and blinks hard at the sudden movement.

Okay, he gets why Yasha called him in for babysitting. He's allowed to be annoyed - encouraged, even, when it's Beau - but maybe it's nice now and then to have his patience tested. It's not a concept he's wholly familiar with just yet. Patience is for people who know they have time, and whatever makes Molly Molly historically has been made of time borrowed and never assumed. But something's changed - the time ticking in him is his now, properly. If the Nein have their way, he'll be godsdamned immortal.

Molly traces a finger down the long-healed scar bisecting his torso under his open shirt and watches the tea pour into the cup. They have a habit, he thinks, of getting their way.

"Lemongrass," he declares at the doorway. "Delivery to one Beauregard Lionett, Den of Sickness, Rexxentrum. I added ginger. Settles stomachs. I think. I hope."

Beau sips, and the face she makes is a heartbeat too late to be convincing. "Nobody fucking asked for ginger."

"Yes, well." Molly leans down to kiss the top of her head and grins when that does get him a proper glare. "When you're the one cleaning the bucket, you can have what you want."

"Tyrant."

It's only a low blow if it applies to him, and he appreciates the emphasis they all have on the distinction between him and Lucien more than he cares to admit - especially to her. "I think you'll find that's dictator, actually, emphasis on dick."

Beau looks for a tenth of a second like her old self, and then whatever she'd planned to say cuts off in a heave and Molly just sighs as he plucks the cup from Beau's hand and out of harm's way. "Not that much emphasis." He ducks at the flick of her wrist, but not quickly enough. "Ow," he protests, rubbing the base of his horn. "Where were you even keeping a ball bearing?"

Beau flips him off, breathing heavily over the bucket, but she doesn't lean away when he reaches to push her sweaty hair back behind her ear. "Scoot up a little when you can for me, hmm? We are just playing with fire here and I've been meaning to see if I remember how to braid anyway."

Beau just nods, and after another ten seconds of tense silence pulls herself forward enough to where Molly can perch behind her and get to work. Her neck is scorching, the noise she makes when he presses his palm over that green eye vaguely obscene in its relief. "Hair can wait," she croaks. "Please gods don't move."

Molly says nothing, just keeps his hand in place and carefully reaches around to offer the tea again with the other.

"Thanks." It's quiet after that, windows dimmed by furs that stir now and then with the cool spring air coming from outside and brightening and dimming by degrees. "I'm glad you're not dead," says Beau, long after the cup has been drained and the blanket discarded.

"Oh, hush."

"I'm serious."

"I know. You also provide the invaluable service of making me regularly question the merits of being alive and stuck with you people. The perspective's nice. Don't go changing it up on me now."

Beau huffs. "Whatever."

"That's more like it, thank you."

She doesn't reply, and when he leans over to catch a glimpse of her face it's to find her eyes closed and her chin starting to droop towards her chest. Bout time. She'd been up most of the night, Yasha had said, and they're well into the afternoon. Molly sighs and pulls her gently towards him with his other arm until her head rests against his shoulder. "She'll kill me if she comes home to so much as a crick in your neck," he says when Beau opens one skeptical eye. "Go to sleep."

And that's how Yasha finds them an hour later, Molly asleep with his back against the wall and Beau sacked out against him. Neither of them stir as she takes a moment just to bask all over again in the warmth of them, the spaces they occupy in her heart individually and together. She leans down to kiss the both on the crowns of their heads and smiles when Beau's eyes flutter open to squint up at her.

"Go back to sleep," Yasha whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Beau makes a noise that's probably a full word in her head and slips gratefully back into sleep, and Yasha spends one more long second drinking them in before she stands and slips quietly out of the room, smiling softly.

[dreamrecorder]

Ok so- idk if you’ve seen demon slayer;; but there’s this episode (it was during the spider fambam arc) aNywaYs- so like. Rui yeets ties* (i guess-) Nezuko like. Up in the air. With his weird spider thread jazz— and like. It’s sHarP weird spider thread jazz— so she’s like. Yknow. Being sliced and diced with string— but it kindaaa reminds me of like. Xiao. And his like.... weird... sad.... uh. Karma. Thing. Like y’know where he’s like hanging from his arms- red stuff. Yeah. So like. Now for the actual request

Xiao’s s/o (female if you don’t mind;;) gets kidnapped by like— the fatui or smth. And they tie her up like Nezuko :D to be like “lol haha Xiao be all like-” and she’s just. Like. Dying. Slowly. Dripping b l o o d and yknow. All the tea. And Xiao comes to rescue her— and he’s like 0-0 “wait...” and he realizes that’s like- exactly what happens to him- and so. He beats the fatui’s butts saves his s/o, anddddd she like.

Idk. This is where I need your angst expertise ❤️ like- she could d i e. In his arms. And poor Xiao would be so scarred omg poor thing- BUT THE ANGST- but at the same time;;;; the f l u f f of him being able to save her just in time and she was like fighting for him the whole time or whatever and ended up needing him to save her anyways- and then Xiao feeding her almond tofu until she gets better ❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG- im probably going crazy from lack of sleep from reading fics for too long sndndnsnsj

But if you do this,,, BLESS YOUR SOUL I HOPE TO EITHER BALL MY EYES OUT OR SQUEAL FROM THE WHOLESOMENESS-

Anyways.... thank you! Have a stellar day~ ✨❤️

The heart yearns and the wind heard

lmao this ask is so adorable i hope you’d enjoy this ksks

anyway, full Angst train up ahead but there are moments of Fluff too. There are mentions of blood and violence if those are not your thing- dont worry guys, this goes with a happy ending cos you and Xiao deserve one~ on a final note- non canon compliant and suuuuuuper long- like- legit this is very long

The Yaksha sighs.

He’s here again. His mind and heart has returned his being into this crimson world his demons have created within him.

He feels it. He feels the corruption binding him tighter again for every death he brings by his tainted hands.

He looks at his bindings. And ever so slowly, the red and black coiling around his person will eventually reach his heart.

One day, he thinks, all this crimson and black in this world will swallow him whole and he will see the light no more.

Xiao sighs again.

This is his karmic debt.

~

The moment you stepped foot within Wangshu Inn, you knew he was in his prison again. After giving a quick greeting to the inn keeper, you hastily went to Xiao’s room. The closer you got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

You reached his door and knocked softly. As expected, no reply as he continues to struggle to take back his control over himself. Without hesitation, you stepped in. To anyone else, they would have instantly met his spear at their throats, but with you, this doesn’t happen. Instead, you see him crouched on the wooden floor with a hand on his chest. His knuckles were white and his breathing was ragged. His amber eyes- lost. Observing his form, yes… his moments of corruption are becoming progressively worse.

With swift steps of familiarity to this routine, you went to him and grasped his shoulders.

“Xiao, it’s me…” You whispered with clarity. And oh- how your voice brought a wave of comfort to his soul.

“N-name…” His voice cracked, but him calling to you is always a good sign.

You gave him a small smile and proceeded to grasp his hands together with yours. After which, you then leaned your forehead to his to chant your prayers. As your prayers progressed, slowly but surely, the corruption begins to fade along with the black mist that covered him. However, you took note how this ritual took longer than the last.

Once everything is done, Xiao just slumped onto your shoulders, still breathing deeply. “How are you feeling?” It was a useless question you asked every time this happens, but you always, always, have to make sure.

Usually, he would mutter a small ‘fine,’ but now- words seemed to have left his mind and all he could muster was an almost-unnoticeable shrug.

Truth be told- his response disheartened you, but you did not show it. Instead, you opted to simply encase him in your arms and caress his hair. After all, these are just one of the few, rare moments Xiao would leave himself into your care. Xiao is aware, himself, that his state has been becoming worse and worse. And you both know, that a day would come when he would just attack anyone- friend or foe- without a trace of hesitation. So, just this time- he speaks his feelings.

“Name?”

You answered immediately with a questioning hum.

“What would you do… when I finally lose control over myself?”

It was very subtle, but he felt how your hand stopped caressing his hair for a second, then proceeded to the previous task at hand again. In all honestly, you can never find yourself having an answer to that question. “And why would I ever let that happen to you?” You questioned back, fully aware that you were dodging his question.

Silence surrounded the two of you, unsure on what to do with the sudden heavier atmosphere.

Not wanting to face the cruelty of the world yet, Xiao simply buried himself on the crook of your neck even more. And despite the ghostly sensation of his lips on your skin, you could feel him mouth the words ‘I love you.’

“As long as I’m here,” you whispered, “nothing can hurt you.” And that was the most beautiful lie that the Yaksha has heard, but he was willing to believe all the same.

~

When word about Fatui diplomats starting a bank reached you, there was a nagging feeling in your head that trouble would bring itself present anytime soon. It was like an itch that wouldn’t get away. And the only way to have that itch gone is to scratch it.

“You are absolutely a fool.” Xiao stated darkly with crossed arms, for once disagreeing with the plans of his master.

“We can never know what their intentions are unless we let them start their bank, no?” Zhongli said as he gazed at the marsh spread beneath him.

The Yaksha only scoffed but said no more.

Building up your courage, you deemed it was your turn to voice out your thoughts, “Um… Rex Lapis, I see your point, but wouldn’t it be best to resolve the problem before it persists into something larger? We all know- All of Teyvat knows, that the Fatui are not to be trusted.”

Your archon offered you a kind smile, “I understand your worries, Name. However, as of the moment, they have not presented themselves as such. If they truly are our enemies, then it would be beneficial for us to know their intentions.”

You frowned deeply at his statement. Seeing you do so, somehow, your archon immediately identified your main concern.

“Is this about the Tianquan assigning you to be her representative for the Fatui?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a growl tore from Xiao’s throat, but he held his tongue.

“Did Ganyu tell you?”

The Archon nodded and you sighed.

“I volunteered, actually.”

And at that point, Xiao vanished into thin hair, but you could still his sense his presence around.

“May I know why?” Zhongli questioned gently.

For a moment, you struggled for words. You didn’t know how to describe this ‘itch’ to him. “At first, it was supposed to be Ganyu, since in the Tianquan’s eyes- Ganyu is an adeptus and she does not know that I am, too. Perhaps she didn’t want to put me in harm’s way, a ‘visionless human’ at the side of a harbinger. After some convincing to Ningguang for my volunteering, I spoke to Ganyu next.

“The adepti are divine beings that walk here in Liyue. I had this feeling that putting a divine next to a power-hungry harbinger would become an issue. I told Ganyu that, since I looked ‘harmless’ and ‘ordinary,’ the harbinger’s interest about the divine would never surface.”

A stretch of silence wrapped around them as Zhongli pondered over your words. “Perhaps, are you also planning to dig out the truth of their arrival?”

You nodded, “I knew you would allow them to stay, so I just took it upon myself to unfurl their secrets.”

“Hmmm… I grant you permission on doing this. However, should trouble arise, do not hesitate to tell us.”

~

The glare pointed at you was strong. Even without him saying a single word, you could hear his phantom voice in your head speak with such coldness, What are you thinking?

You simply gave him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Xiao. I may be a human in mortal eyes, but please do remember that I am also an adeptus, no matter how weak I am.”

Xiao releases a huff, but still sits by your side at the floor of the balcony, letting the moon kiss his skin. “You’re not weak.” He mumbled as he snaked his hand to yours.

To him, you will never be weak. In fact, you were the strongest being he has ever laid his eyes on. Not physically, no. It was you mental and emotional fortitude. Back during the Archon War, he always admired how you kept your head held up high no matter the suffering you have experienced. No matter how much death surrounded you, you still fought. And that strength made you a survivor. During the war, you never failed to help the wounded. Even when someone dies under your care, you held strong for the departed and for those who are left behind. You were a pillar of hope.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle “… Just be careful. If ever you are in trouble do not-“

“Hesitate to call your name.” You finished, beaming at his words.

~

As someone who used to be a healer and a doctor, you were quite familiar with several mild skin diseases that mortals can suffer from.

If there is an itch, you do not scratch it- for you will only aggravate the area even more.

Now that you’re working alongside the Fatui as the Tianquan’s representative, the itch you kept feeling was only irritated more. Especially whenever you spoke with the Harbinger who goes by the name Childe. And since your work requires you to cooperate with him, you also don’t miss the chance to discover what he hides, should the opportunity presents itself.

Childe… his azure eyes certainly have their… charm to those unaware. However, you knew better. You know he’s capable of drowning you just by his eyes. While he may be a cheerful man, his eyes lack the lustre of joy. The eyes are the windows of the soul, yes? If so, all you see is an unending ocean that you do not want to swim in. The surface may be calm, but the deep is relentless. However, duty bound you are- deep within the ocean, you shall find the secrets the Fatui hides.

Again, another scratch to the itch, but it only irritates you more.

~ 

The news of Rex Lapis’s death became the catalyst of you confronting the Harbinger. From Yujeng Terrace all the way to Northland Bank, you ran (with Ningguang’s permission of course). Before you can even open the door to his office, something caught your eye.

It’s faint, but you’re an adeptus. You sensed elemental traces, just smack bang at the middle of the door. You carefully scrutinized the tracings, and fortunately you knew Snezhnayan script. And what you read only made your heart sink.

It’s ready.

With the adeptal arts, you managed to uncover the origins of these elemental tracings.

Scratch.

Without hesitation, you followed these tracings until it led you into some ruins.

Scratch.

Following the tracings further, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Wary, you summoned your weapon imbued with your element.

Scratch.

Searching the room, you came across several antique boxes. You opened them.

Scratch.

What you saw were familiar. Too familiar. Dimming the room more with your element, you find more Sigils of Permission hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The energy within them were faint, but with enough numbers, it’s enough to kill a-

“Well, well well, I thought you’d be there mourning for your Archon. But here you are, snooping around someone else’s research material.”

The sound of his voice made you sharply turn your head to him, your stance now more offensive. “What are you planning?” You bit coldly.

The Harbinger hummed a small tune, “Nothing much… But! If you’re really curious, I guess I could tell you.” He hummed some more but you knew he’s not finished. Once he finished his tune, he grinned to you menacingly and the depths in his eyes became even deeper and darker, “After all, I won’t let you leave this place with you knowing my secret~”

~

There was this one time, Xiao struggled against himself so much, he scratched himself red so that he could anchor himself back to the real world. You remembered how much you cried as he slept in your arms. You never wanted to see him do that again. Seeing him hurt himself also hurt you, too. It was like a stab in the heart, then a twist, and twist some more. A slap in the reality that you might lose him one day.

As he slept, you solemnly observed the wounds he sustained himself to. They were angry red, just like blood.

Now, you, yourself scratched that itch in your head too much into a wound for blood to seep through. You scratched too much and now you have to bleed from it.

~

You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Sleep was tempting you more and more but you know you have to wake up. You were aware that this is going on for days.

Everything hurts. You remembered how his blades, imbued with the Sigils, weakened you thoroughly. Every slash he brought to your body just drained the energy away from you. But still you had to do something.

He wanted an adeptus- he wanted an adeptus in order for the Sigils to grow stronger both in number and in power.

Now here you are, bound by chains and suspended at the middle of this empty room. These chains were adorned by talismans that drained away your energy. You were bleeding from your wounds of your previous battle.

Drip. Drip. Drip goes the blood and pools on the ground underneath you. The ground, you barely noticed, was lined by Liyuean script which enacts the ritual of the Sigils draining your divine power from your blood.

To the eyes of a sadist- you were a picture perfect in a canvas. A dark room lined by the damned Sigils, glowing an eerie gold. Then there's you with your bloodied clothes and chains. The red pool underneath was casting a red glow on your way, giving you a red shade to your pale skin.

Everything hurts-

And everything was driving you mad.

You can also feel the Overlord of the Vortex feed from your energy through the Sigils. You sensed his lust for power and revenge. You felt his anger and the corruption within him. You felt his hatred and his want to bring death. For days that felt like years, you’ve been battling against that very same god in your head. This battle was not something you shall not lose to and failure is not an option. If you fail here, then Liyue will fall. 

This god- he was driving you mad slowly.

If ever you are in trouble, do not hesitate to call my-

You shut the thought from your head. You are not going to call him. You will not speak of him. You will not think of him. You will not call him. Not to this place where his corruption will grow. No. You Will Not Call Him.

If it means that me not calling you will keep you safe from the corrupted remnant of a god- so be it. 

Please

However, no matter how much you denied yourself to call his name, no matter how much your heart yearns to be with him- the wind does not ignore the pained sob that left your lips.

~

Ever since the news of Rex Lapis's death and the visit of the Traveler with a Sigil in his hand- the corruption within him just bloomed into something feral.

The Sigil- there was something wrong about it but Xiao doesn't know what is it that is wrong. Then there's you- where are you? Surely with the news of their Archon's death- it would send you to bring forth a meeting for the adepti to talk this over. But now- for days- you remain not by his side.

With you missing- the demons inside him are slowly taking control over him, taking advantage of his vulnerability for you. For each passing day, it was slow torture for him- The worry bubbling in him was consuming him. He glared at the Sigil between his fingers and not failing to notice how his dark aura covers him once more. 

“Traveler,” Xiao called sharply, “What is it you intend to do next?” 

To any mere mortal, the look his eyes held were enough to strike fear, but the Traveler stealed themselves- meeting the adeptus’s gaze with an equally serious calm. “I have my suspicions on a certain harbinger and I-”

“Where?” The Yaksha growled.

“In the Golden House.”

Without a word nor warning, Xiao placed a hand on the Traveler’s shoulder and teleported them to the place where the Exuvia is hidden.

To the Traveler, everything happened so quickly as one event led to another. One moment, they were standing among unconscious bodies of the Millelith then the next thing they knew a corrupted and demonic gust of wind flew them away to the side. Regaining back their vision, they could see Alatus’s spear now at Tartaglia’s barrier made of Sigils. 

Alatus narrowed his eyes at the floating talismans and began to calculate the flow of this incoming battle with precision and accuracy despite his losing control over himself. 

It was a tense minute of sizing each other up, but eventually, Tartaglia has broken the silence with his annoying innocent voice. 

“Who would have thought that I’d have the honor of fighting another adeptus of Liyue?” 

The question immediately fed the corruption within him, the dark aura exploding at it. He knew that he should not believe in the Harbinger’s words so easily, but the glint in the latter’s eyes held truth. You could be out there, hurting, scared, alone. You could be out there, bleeding out. You could be out there dyi-

His aura exploded once more at the thoughts spreading in his being. With a burst of unspeakable power, Alatus lifted his weapon and pierced the barrier once more, this time breaking it without failure. At the threat, Tartaglia backed away as he donned his mask.

In a similar fashion, Alatus, too donned his mask. “I will ask you once,” the Conqueror of Demons spoke with a deathly calm, “Where is she?”

~

He should have killed him then and there. But the call of the Overlord of the Vortex must not be ignored as it threatens Liyue. 

In the small opportunity of escape, Childe took it. But he was weak and injured as Alatus swiftly threw his spear to block his way and teleported right in front of him. In a show of power, the Conqueror of Demons lifted the mortal by the neck.

“I will ask you again, where is she?”

In fear, Childe told him everything and at his every word, Xiao listened carefully- never speaking once. But the anger within his heart, it boils- it rages. His amber eyes bored into Childe’s soul- thinking what he should do to this mortal. Oh how killing him would be so nice. However, when the Yaksha’s gaze landed on the regal form of the Exuvia, he merely threw the mortal in its way.

“Killing you would have been easier. However, the crimes you have presented against Liyue are not mine for me to judge.

I leave the Harbinger to you... Rex Lapis.”

Once out of the Golden House, the Overlord roared once more, shaking the lands of the nation. However, along with it, he heard the faintest of voices. I’m so sorry... I couldn’t hold him back anymore. 

Only then did the demons in his heart freely took control of him. Just like the stories of old, where the Yaksha walks, death follows. But they were no stories. In his way towards the ruins where you were held captive, every step he took brought carnage and even more death and blood to taint his hands. No Fatui will leave this place alive. The very being of destruction ended many lives. Each death, the demons were growing stronger.

All he wanted now was to kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killkillkill killkill kill killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

Then seeing you suspended in the ceiling and bound by chains. Blood was painted on your lifeless skin. Wounds were littered and bruises were blooming on your form. But most of all, your eyes. What were once full of life and hope- now empty and blank. His demons quieted down.

Broken. You were like a broken porcelain doll.

“N-name...” His voice cracked, not believing it all.

With haste, he quickly broke your binds and caught you in his arms. he was fast to check for your pulse and your breathing. And thank the Archons, you were breathing but barely. You were now walking the line between life and death. With all his might yet a gentle caress, he hugged you for dear life. “Name... It’s me...”

But still, your eyes still held no recognition and it shattered his heart to pieces. With further inspection, he sensed the presence within you. A corruption. A certain evil. 

“Name, stay with me please,” Xiao begged with desperation as he fought back tears. “It’s me who supposed to be the corrupted one between us, not you... I’m not allowing you to leave me, you hear me-”

With a ritual of the adeptal arts, he started purging and purifying the evil left by the god who fed from you. He is not letting you stay alone in your prison, not for a second longer. 

Xiao prays and he never prayed before. Even to his master. But just this once, He prays with desperation. You are the light in his darkness. You are the moon in his night. 

The ritual was a delicate process. For every word he spoke, he was rewarded by your screams of pain and the writhing of your fragile body. He wanted to stop, but he can’t. He had to physically restrain you from trying to escape from his embrace and from hurting yourself. And for every cry you released, Xiao merely shuts his eyes clos just for him not to see your pained eyes. Every now and then, Xiao speaks gentle apologies and words of encouragement for you. You were coming back. But still, the evil persists.

You writhed and scratched against him, until you were creating more wounds for blood to seep through. When it came to a point, you began pleading and begging for him to stop, that was when Xiao had shed a tear. So he continues the ritual, his prayers, and his apologies. They were arriving to a point where the ritual is reaching its conclusion but your screams only grew louder.

Please, just a little more...

Please, just stop...

Please...

The corruption disintegrated away from you in a forceful release of dark energy. He was breathing deeply, attempting to calm his loud heart. When he placed his gaze on you, you were breathing rapidly and your eyes were searching blindly and your hands were desperately holding onto him.

“X-Xiao...” You whispered, “Where am I? Where are you?”

With a sigh of relief, the Yaksha hugged you again closer and his forehead to yours, fearing you would go away again. The action made you lift your hands to his face, still searching blindly.

“I’m here, Name... I’m here.” At his voice, the dam in your eyes broke as you cried silently. Xiao was not adept in emotions, but for you, he will face them gladly. He lets you cry as he gives you soft whispers of assurance, safety, love, and promises. However, you were not crying because of what had happened to you. You were crying for him. After experiencing such corruption-

You sobbed some more- you were this close to him losing you and you could not bring yourself to imagine if your roles were reversed.

“P-please,” you said with a broken voice, “please don’t go to the place where I can’t follow...’

The words, at first puzzled him, but after a few moments, he realized and once more it broke his heart. Bringing you closer, Xiao let loose the tears he was holding back. With a gentleness unexpected of the Conqueror, he simply littered your face with kisses. “I promise if only you would do the same.”

With your smile that he loved dearly for so long you too spoke your promise, “I do.” They were simply two words, but the comfort they bring into the Yaksha’s heart was in volumes.

After that, you shared a few tender moments in each other’s arms. Simply relishing the feeling of their familiar warmth. A little later, Xiao spoke, “Would you like to eat some Almond Tofu once we get home?”

The question made you giggle at his innocence, so you agreed. Despite you needing physical medical attention. But Almond Tofu with him? Yes, you two definitely need some emotional healing.

A/N: fINALLY dONE lmao this was supposed to be short but angst really makes me want to write longer everytime haha~ anyway this request really made me ponder bout genshin stuff with all the corruption this and corruption that but then a question popped up like-

how did childe replicate the sigil of permission? since sigils are imbued with divine energy, i just thought how did this guy accumulate so much sigils to the point of freeing Osial- a god!!! soooo i just played with the idea for a bit then figured out maybe these pieces of paper get the divine energy from a divine source right? and the adepti are divine beings of liyue and another thing- you guys might have noticed the change of names in some scenes- i dont know but i think somehow different names represents different side of a person like- we have childe the cheerful harbinger then tartaglia the power hungry harbinger- there’s Alatus who’s calculating and cold, there’s the Conqueror of Demons who’s ruthless and unforgiving, then Xiao who is calm and humane- lastlyyyyy i might post this in ao3 ksks

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Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze.  He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you. 

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?”  Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most. 

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

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I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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