#he *did* eat quite a bit of the fruit before he tried to figure out how to put it all away

[aemondtargaryenonlyfans]

COMFORT.

Daemon Targaryen x valyrian!Reader

You understand the Rogue Prince like no other, and so it's your task to put his mind at ease again when he stumbles into the brothel.

WORDS: 1.5 K

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; DUB-CON, ass eating, handjob, balls worship, size kink, squint and you'll miss the breeding kink, valyrian!Reader (has pale skin, silver hair), bastard Valyrian/High Valyrian

NOTES: I KNOW I said I’d leave for some while, and I’m not really active on here besides setting up a queue but I just couldn‘t let go of the thoughts of some good ol‘ ass eating with our uncle-daddy. This work is not meant for educational purposes, but please wash yourself before doing sth like this.

It was a lacklustre affair.

Daemon had been thrusting and thrusting for quite some time with little effort or enthusiasm, arousing nothing but awkwardness and deep desire for it to be over. 

Perhaps it was your faked moans of pleasure or perhaps the disheveled state he was in when he stormed into Chataya’s, nevertheless, he was disgruntled as he pulled out of you, clearly frustrated by his poor performance. 

As he sat down on the sill, quilt wrapped around his hanging shoulders, you were quickly reminded that the usually confident, self-assured and strong Rogue Prince that didn’t much care what anybody thought of him actually very much cared, and was nothing more than a tender man who was wracked with doubt. 

Getting on your feet, you prowled toward him, standing between his parted legs. You cupped his face with one hand, forcing him to look up at you. 

“It is possible the Queen will give birth to yet another girl,” you tried to cheer him up, grabbing both his large hands and caressing them with your thumbs. Alas, the attempt did not bear fruit, the dragon in front of you merely scoffing. It seemed there were a few more layers you had to peel off tonight to figure out what truly plagued him, though you suspected something–or someone–particularly to bother his mind. 

You squeezed his hands before pulling him onto his feet, despite him seeming rather reluctant. “Allow me to put your mind at ease, my Prince,” you hummed, and guided him back toward the bed. 

When he lay down on his back, you tsked, “va ao iemny.” On your stomach. It was your Lysene origin that granted you the ability to speak a version of bastard Valyrian, and was one of the main reasons the Prince had chosen you a few moons ago. That, and your pale skin and silver hair. 

His lilac eyes widened ever so slightly at your bold command, but he complied. The bed barely dipped beneath your knees as crawled between his parted legs. You sat back on your haunches and trailed your ring clad fingers over his sides, starting at the top. A few of the scars were traced by your fingertips, and you relished in the way he shivered under the gentle and teasing touch. 

Keeping a close eye on him allowed you to spot the way his upper body moved in sync with his heavy breathing. What surprised you the most was that he held his eyes closed, visibly enjoying your ministrations despite them being barely there. 

“Bisa iksis daor mirre,” you said, the smirk on your lips reflecting in your tone, “iksan daor gaomagon.” This isn’t all. I am not done. 

Reaching for one of the more firmer pillows, you grabbed his hip to raise it a bit before shoving it underneath his lower stomach, angling his hips and giving you the best possible access to his rear and cock. Daemon was open-minded and had ample experience up his sleeve, and it wasn't the first time you paid attention to anything other than his cock. 

You bowed forward, your lips finding the sensitive spot in the nape of his neck that always had him purring like a cat and bending to your every wish. Lingering there for a few moments with your teeth nibbling on his skin, you eventually licked over the faint mark that followed in your teeth’s wake, before departing down. 

While open-mouthed kisses were pressed to his spine, both of your hands began to tease his buttocks. At first, it was only gentle caressing, but as your mouth traveled lower, the bolder your hands got. You squeezed his flesh, and gently parted his buttocks to expose his arsehole to the warm breath you exhaled. 

Your eyes flickered up to gauge Daemon’s reaction for a split second before you gathered some saliva and spat it onto his unprepared hole. His muscles tensed slightly with the sudden wetness, but when your index finger circled around the rim, he relaxed just as quick. 

A faint hum was audible, coming from the Prince in front of you, and when you pushed the first digit in, it was replaced by a groan. 

“Fuck–” 

“How does that feel, my Prince?” you purred.

“Good,” he rasped. 

That was encouragement enough for you to spit into your other hand, coating his cock in it and using the slickness to tug on it with ease. Being penetrated on both ends had him releasing wanton moans in no time, only increasing in volume as you bowed forward and replaced your finger at his arsehole by your lips and tongue. 

If it wasn’t for your mouth and tongue being occupied by sucking and lapping at his hole, you would’ve chuckled as he desperately pushed his hips back against your face. You dragged your tongue over the rim, and kept your blue-lilacish eyes on the Prince beneath, watching carefully what worked best and what not. 

One of your hands spread his buttocks, allowing you to keep your lips against his ass as your tongue pushed in. You stilled briefly, but were spurred on when you heared the strained groan he released. 

“Sīr sȳz, gaomagon jāre,” he panted, “... kostilus.” Hearing him beg was new, but you couldn’t deny that you found a certain liking in it. So good, keep going. Please. 

As you felt his cock twitch in your hand, indicating that he was on the verge of peaking, you released it and instead processed to fondle the sac of his stones, squeezing it. 

The whine that escaped his throat as you pulled back to spit into your hand was the epitome of pathetic, and he obviously had your teasing coming. “Skoros massitas naejot se nēdenka dārilaros, mh?” What happened to the fierce Prince, mh?

“Jorrāelagon nyke naejot–” The threat died on his tongue as yours dove back into his arsehole, returning to its task with vigor. Need me to–

Just like his cock, his stones were coated in your saliva, making it easier to fondle and squeeze them. Daemon started to rut his hips, and it was clear what he was doing or rather chasing. With his hard cock rutting against the pillow, your hand fondling his stones and your tongue fucking in and out of his hole, he felt his peak slowly building at the base of his shaft. 

If it would’ve been any other patron, you would’ve stopped your ministrations and thought about a punishment to put him back in his place, but it was no normal patron lying in front of you. It was a Prince, and a dragon in flesh at that. 

Your tongue and hand were tireless in their motions, determined to push the rogue over the edge, and judging by the way he was writhing and rutting as if his life depended on it, he was close to toppling over.

The strained groan he wanted to release, the one that always came whenever he spent himself, was replaced by a gasp, caught off guard by the way your tongue curled up on its way out, tugging at the rim in a way that drove him insane. 

“Seven hells,” he grunted, and was quick to wrap one hand around his twitching member, tugging on it to embrace the approaching release that threatened to undo him. 

“I–I’m–” the words cut off as his peak crashed over him. His other hand fisted the covers tight enough for his knuckles to blanch, while his hips and hand worked in tandem with your own and your tongue to coax him through the pleasure.

His orgasm tingled at the spot where his sac met his cock, and it was almost ridiculous how much of his spent squirted out and coated the sheets and the pillow below. It was such a shame it went to waste, because you knew at least one spot of your body where you would’ve preferred it. 

You had withdrawn your mouth from his hole not long after the peak subsided, and crawled up and hovered over his tall frame. Collapsing on top of him, he merely scoffed at the added weight, but was quick to hum as your lips pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek. A tired smile was adorning his features, and his lilac eyes were closed again, relishing in the bliss he felt. 

“How do you feel?” you asked, and though your blueish eyes twinkled with mischief, the genuine concern seeped through your words regardless. Daemon kept on smiling, reaching up to gently cradle your face before he grabbed your body, keeping you steady on top as he turned to lie on his back. His head was propped up on a pillow and yours was resting on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into calmness. 

“Iksi henujagon syt Zaldrīzesdōron isse se ñāqatubis,” he mused. We are leaving for Dragonstone in the morning. 

And when you looked at him with utter confusion written all over your face, he elaborated further. “You are foolish if you think I would go into exile without you.”

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Hello hi!

Can you do a challengers fic?

Art x reader, where he and reader had a flirty relationship but he started to experiment with tashi and patrick and she was like "well, it happens" but the trio didnt work out so he tried to recandle that dinamic between him and reader but she lost all the atraction to him.

(lots of groveling)

Thank you!

Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Mention of an injury, curse words. 

You and Art have been friends since middle school and since then he was always by your side. Your shared interest in tennis and joint decision about applying to Stanford resulted in you two being inseparable best friends. Well, maybe not really. Your relationship was quite hard to describe. People constantly mistook you for a couple but in reality you were just really close. Sure, there were a lot of flirtatious moments, some may even say romantic, but you never thought about it too deeply, thinking that it’s just the way Art is. 

Each morning he knocked vigorously on your dorm room door. “You need to wake up! We need to go.” The sight that he sees when you open the door always makes his heart skip a beat. Messy hair and a toothbrush in your mouth give him a glimpse of what it would be like if he was living with you. “Good morning!” He gives you a beautiful smile as he hands you a coffee in your favorite thermos. He insists on doing it because “it saves time in the morning as he’s up anyways”. Oh and also when you finish he takes the cup back to clean it so he doesn't bother you in the morning. His friend Patrick has always made fun of him for those small gestures but he recently got a girlfriend so he’s busy. Actually, you have heard of Tashi. She attends your school and you were supposed to play against her in a local tournament. You have heard that she’s really good but people also always point out your skills.

You head to the canteen, sipping your coffee as Art tells you about Patrick’s new girlfriend. It’s not like you are jealous but hearing your male best friend ramble about another girl is weird. You keep quiet, after all there was nothing romantic between you two. You eat your breakfast without saying much which goes unnoticed to your friend. He stops eating, looking at your face for a moment, trying to figure out what’s going on in your mind “I saw they had watermelon in the fruit section. I can bring it for you if you want. Did something happen? You know you can always talk to me. I will always be there for you.” The gentle tone in his voice almost feels like he is talking to a lost child, scared to make you withdraw. “No, no. It’s fine. I’m just a bit less confident about the next match. You know, after what happened a few days ago, my leg still sometimes cramps up a bit.” you halfy make up a lie. You were stressed about the match but it had nothing to do with your calf. “You should have told me earlier. I will massage it before we train today. You are going to do amazing".

He didn’t listen to your begging not to knead your muscle so you ended up with him rubbing it firmly enough to “help you” but gently enough not to hurt you. As you trained he could sense your frustration. Sure, it made you more confident on the court as you transferred your anger into each fore and backhand. Then suddenly you stop. Your opponent gives you a confused look as you out of the blue ignore the ball. “I don’t feel well. I’m gonna call it quits. I have a test tomorrow anyway that I should study for. I can’t be hitting a ball with a racket my whole life.” you look at him, his expression as shocked as a moment ago. “See you in the evening?” You two usually had some evening tennis sessions or just went for some walks as there were not many people around that time and you could freely chat about anything. “Well. I can’t actually make it today. I’m really sorry. Patrick invited me for some drinks. He wants me to meet Tashi”. His eyes looked like they belonged to a puppy. “Oh, yea. I mean. That’s fine. See you tomorrow then.” you say without giving him the usual light hug as a goodbye.

The following morning Art didn’t knock on your door. You assumed he must have been tired from the day before but it still felt unusual. You decided to push it aside and focus on yourself and your preparations to play against Tashi. The match started at 2 pm so you still had some time to get ready. You followed your usual routine with only one exception - your regular companion. 

The tennis court simmered under the midday sun, a gentle breeze whispered through the air, carrying a promise of an intense match. It was one of the most anticipated matches of the season on the Stanford campus. It was the end of a debate of who is the best tennis player among students but most importantly it was evidence of passion for sports and competition. You looked at Tashi coming on the court, getting a bigger applause than you did. You didn’t let it bother you, it didn’t matter who was the fan favorite, it mattered who was better. You were first to serve. Silence established itself on the court, a neon yellow ball bounced a few times between your hand and the ground. You looked deeply into your opponent’s eyes. It wasn’t a game of tennis, it was a battle for dominance. 

A thunderous serve from you, the ball sliced through the air with precision. Tashi returned it with equal force, the ball skimming just inches above the net. Back and forth you played, each stroke a testament to your skill and determination. The crowd watched in silence, fully immersed in the spectacle unfolding before them. As the match wore on, the intensity only seemed to grow. Tashi unleashed a powerful forehand, sending the ball to the other side of the net. But you were quick to react, sprinting across the court with lightning speed to return it with a perfectly executed backhand. The crowd erupted into applause, recognizing the sheer athleticism on display.  The game continued in this fashion, each player refusing to give an inch. Your muscles burned like they were on fire as you chased down every shot, your mind focused solely on victory. On letting her know who Art belongs to. 

Then, in a heartbeat, disaster struck. As Tashi ran to return a particularly fierce shot, her foot slipped. Time seemed to slow as she stumbled forward, her knee buckling beneath her weight. With a sharp cry of pain, she collapsed to the ground, clutching her injured leg. She started crying like a hurt animal, unable to think what people thought of her. You stood there in pure shock, unsure of what to do. In the corner of your eye you saw Art running up to her and trying to calm her down. 

You felt really bad for her. Not liking her didn’t mean you were happy for her injury. After asking the medical team about her, you got to know that she’s waiting for an ambulance. When you found her, your heart immediately dropped at the sight of Art holding her hand. “I just wanted to say, I’m so sorry it happened, I-” you started to apologize, “Out! Out! Out!” she screamed at you “But-” you tried to say something but Art stood up “Get the fuck out!”. He had never raised his voice towards you. He was always your gentle, soft, good boy. You silently walked away as hot tears rolled on your cheeks. The echo of your sobs filled your room for the whole night. 

For the next few weeks you didn’t see Art. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to see him, you did actually, but he was always accompanied by Tashi or Patrick. It did make you feel a bit lonely but you focused on training and improving. You actually started to do really well and moved up the rank. Despite an opportunity to get an apartment you stayed at Stanford. You told everyone that you would feel lonely living alone, but the truth was you just didn’t want to leave Art. He would still sometimes catch your glimpse across the canteen or the training hall but no words were exchanged. 

He found you one evening, your silhouette illuminated by the artificial glow of the light. You were alone, your movements fluid yet tense as you practiced your strokes with precision. Taking a deep breath, Art approached you cautiously, unsure of how you would react to his presence. "Hey" he said softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. You turned to face him, your expression stone cold. You said nothing. A hint of bitterness in your eyes. "I-I just wanted to see how you were doing," he said, his words stumbling over each other in his nervousness. "What do you want?" you snapped, you tone sharp and cutting. Determination glinting in his eyes. "I saw you playing alone, and I thought... maybe you could use a partner," he offered hesitantly. You scoffed, your grip on the racquet tightening as you glared at him. "And why would I want to play with you?". Art took a step closer, his gaze unwavering as he met your overwhelming stare. "Because I miss playing with you, I miss you" he admitted softly. "And because I'm sorry. Truly sorry for what I did." You hesitated for a moment, your eyes narrowing as you considered his offer. “Don’t you have to take care of your little Tashi’s leg?” you said under your nose. "Fine. But don't expect too much" you warned.  

As you began to play, your movements were sharp and precise, your shots landing with deadly accuracy. Art did his best to keep up, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. You had always been better than him but he could sense something else. After all, tennis was the most intimate out of all sports. Suddenly, you unleashed a powerful forehand that sailed towards Art with an alarming speed. Instinctively, he raised his racket to block the shot, but it ricocheted off the strings with a resounding thud, leaving him staggering backwards. "Are you trying to kill me or something?" he exclaimed, his heart racing as he moved closer to the net. You turned around -  a little habit you gained, you never looked at your opponent after scoring a point. "Maybe," you replied nonchalantly, your tone betraying a hint of amusement. Art chuckled nervously, rubbing his sore arm where the ball had made contact, as he got closer and closer to you. "Well, you can kill me if you want," he offered, making you chuckle. He reached to touch your hand, his expression pleading, as you turned. "Please. I know I messed up, but I can't stand not having you in my life. I... I have feelings for you. And I need you to know that. I don’t see you as just a friend." You felt your heart skip a beat at his confession, your breath catching in your throat. You had suspected as much, but hearing him say the words out loud sent a jolt of electricity through your veins. "I... I don't know, Art” you responded, torn between the anger still simmering inside you and the warmth of his words. "You ditched me for her. "Art nodded, his eyes brimming with regret. "I know. And I'm so sorry. I was weak and I thought you would never look at me the same way I look at you. I'll do anything to make it right, I swear." he got on his knees, both hands holding yours. “I will never leave your side, I will show you how much I love you and I will buy you this diamond bracelet you always wanted.” You chuckled “Art, get up. I don’t need a bracelet from you. I will give this a chance.” A smile broke across Art’s face, relief flooding his features as he reached out to wrap you in a tight embrace. "Thank you, I promise, you won't regret this." he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and eyes wet with tears. You returned the hug. The two of you swayed for a moment before you broke the silence with your dead serious tone. “Never raise your voice at me again, understand?” He looked deeply in your eyes. “Understood, maam. I’m incredibly sorry”.

April 29, 2024

[shattersstar]

bound

pairing: vampire x reader

summary: He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired. It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

warning: horror-ish elements, blood mention., religious undertones (aka general vampire themes/concepts)

a/n: i have so much to say about this lil piece of writing omg okay, i wrote this back in May i believe around the time i was reading we have always lived in the castle and it Shows. its lowkey fantasy which is not like anything i write but the horror-ish vibes r pretty consistent with my original stuff. it is heavily inspired by a lot of the vampire media ive consumed too though even if its not based on one particular character. i have been thinking about it since i wrote it and while im a bit ehhh about posting something original i quite literally have nothing else to share and as i said before y’all keeping i’d still eat the fruit in my notifs is so :)))) so this is a thank you to y’all and a Step back into writing for me hopefully. ramble aside enjoy ! feedback and comments r always appreciated

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It had rained, no—poured, stormed, hailed, cried, screamed. It had swept in during the day, white noise to him as he slept, while it greeted you during breakfast. The clouds wept over the lands in what felt like divine punishment. It was as if nature or something higher than that was against him, accosting or trying to stop him. As he stood at the edge of the great forest, rain pelting the top of his head he assumed there was nothing greater than nature. Not even him. There was nothing higher nor more humbling. God could spite someone, but nature enacted it. It flooded your sleepy town and even sleepier forest and he was on the other side. Confined to his home until the storm cleared and the sun rose.

He would not be graced with your presence yet again and he tried to ignore the call to change you, to have his fangs pierce your skin and his blood run across your tongue. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself of the hurt it brought and he would never cause that for his love. His dearest who lived on the other side of the forest he was unable to cross. His icy glare moved along the border, not even noticing the rain drenching his billowing black cloak anymore. Somewhere in the forest a branch snapped and animals chattered.

He would live for eternity, he could wait for you. It was his resolution before heading back to his home in the woods and trying not to be angry, to let fury run through his long dead veins and restart his stilled heart. If anything—anyone—could, he knew it was you.

He followed the path compacted over the years of those travelling to stare at his home, humans daring each other to go near it, but never following through when the windows shuddered and a figure moved past one of them like a ghost. Times had changed, but people were as superstitious as ever. They saw his decayed and rotted home and prescribed evil to it. It was overrun with vines, leaves would not grow on them. Even in spring. They stayed black, and gnarled, tightening their hold in his house each season. Thorns protruding from some of the thicker vines, protecting him it seemed. You had noted that, staring at his wondrous home with bright eyes.

It was in a clearing in the forest, grey stone withered away and swallowed by nature. It still stood strong, the outside a grotesque picture that did not reflect the inside. Oil lamps and lighting fixtures alike lit the space from the inside out. It warmed the walls, revealing the deep brown wood panelling that made up the older parts of the house. The stairs were still the original wood, a grand staircase that greeted no one, but him and you these days.

Many of the rooms upstairs had been closed off, sheets gently placed over the old furniture and doors closed forever. He had no need for such space, other vampires stopped visiting when hunters started lingering in your town. You had told him of your many encounters, most were smart enough to stay out the forest, but they still killed many of his kind. Finding them in their carriages amongst the cars rolling down the freshly paved roads. Horses killed along with whoever dwelled inside. They saw themselves as vigilantes, but you had told him most of your town considered them a nuisance. Urban men thinking they can save the more rural lands that bordered their great cities. Cities that forgot the magic that once thrived in places like the forest.

“Their thinking of building a highway through it, connecting us to other towns or one of the bigger cities.” You had explained one day, sitting in his lap and letting him hold you. He hummed, long fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. You placed your warm hand over his and leaned further into his chest. He asked you to let him hold you and you had obliged like always.

He kept those memories in mind, the soft questions he would extend your way and how you listened so dutifully. May I hold you? Will you lay with me? Come walk through the cellar? Can I drink your—

His fist slammed against his dinning room table, nearly snapping it in two as a crack ran jagged through the centre of the chestnut coloured wood. His fangs were out, nails morphed into claws dug into his skin and blood dripped into the crack. He stared at it, muscles in his face twitching as he waited for it to end. Waited for the creature in him to return to laying dormant and his own clear, sound mind to return. Though he supposed it was never very clear or sound anymore, not when you had burrowed inside of him and promised to never leave. And as if his thoughts beckoned you themselves, the old telephone in his study rang. It’s shrill scream echoed through the quiet house, though the ring was discordant, snapping in two halfway through its loop and screeching a pitch higher. The noise made his pointed ears twitch and with a swoop of his cloak he was in his study. He answered it on the normal ring, cutting it off right before it went off tone.

He held the phone to his ear, but waited to speak. “Hello?” You asked, your voice soft and worried. You’d never called him before—truthfully he had no idea this phone even worked.

“Hello my love.” He returned, and you breathed out a happy sigh.

“Oh my god, hi! I found this number in some old directory—phone book thing,” You explained with an airy giddiness that he wished to share, “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but…” You trailed off and he was smiling fondly into the receiver.

“I have missed you.”

“I miss you too, I hate this weather I can never get through the forest when its so rainy.”

“I know.”

“Maybe they should build a highway through it, I could hitchhike my way to see you.” You laughed, but he turned somber. Industrialization finally touching the sacred land of the forest didn’t sit right within him. It may be the great divider that kept him away from you, but it was his home. A highway felt like you were asking to be swept away, to a new town or bigger city that he could not adventure too. He could ask you to stay—he knew you’d oblige—but it was not his place to keep you here. “Is your phone one of those spin, dial ones?” You asked suddenly, breaking through the tension he hadn’t meant to create.

“A rotary phone?” He corrected with a ghost of a grin, “Yes it is.”

“I want to see it when I come over again.”

“And so you will.” It was quiet again and he hadn’t noticed the tears running down his face. He didn’t know he was able to cry anymore.

“I love you.” You whispered, holding your cellphone close, likely curled up in bed and staring out your window at the rain and the forest beyond it.

“I love you dearest.” His voice did not betray the sadness building in him. “Sleep beloved, I will see you soon.”

“Yes, I’m gonna come see you and your rotary phone.” You laughed, forced and watery.

“Soon.”

“Soon.” You repeated, and hung up. He kept the black phone, laced with intricate gold details, to his ear for a moment longer. He had heard your voice at least and could sleep. He moved through his home, snuffing out candles and flicking off switches before finding the one room without windows. A coffin laid on the floor, dark brown and glistening with the finish that had been applied centuries ago.

He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired.

It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

Though it was hard to think of such evil things when looking at your face, he had taken the photo while you were on the roof. Wind had wiped your clothes into a frenzy and you laughed as the night sky twinkled behind you. He had taken it and was surprised when you’d given it to him only a few days later. He had kept up with modern technology as well as he could, but there was always something so magical about photographs to him. He collected hundreds over his life time, faces he knew and others he didn’t. Organized neatly into a collection of books, which he’d let you look through on occasion. He showed you photos from the many lives he’s lived, something about them bringing warmth rushing to your face.

He was always so devastatingly beautiful, regal and hypnotic across all eras. Yet, he couldn’t focus on the kind words that bubbled from your lips as the rushing of the blood under your skin nearly shattered something inside of him. His fangs threatened to meet your skin, but with calculated focus he reigned in his hunger. It was hard at first—you were the only human he had been around in decades—but he did it for love.

Everything he did was for love, it was his reason for existence it seemed. You had other reasons for your claim to life, but to him? You were all he had, the only reason to not let the sun engulf him or let a hunter kill him. He could not break your heart until you broke his. He let that thought dwell in his mind as sleep overtook him just as the sun rose and the rain ended. Its incessant pitter patter had ceased and he somehow dreamt of you standing golden in the forest and beckoning him closer.

He woke up to your face—maybe it wasn’t a dream—as you crouched next to his coffin. Maybe he had finally died and you were welcoming him to where God decided to send him. If you were there it couldn’t be hell. Could it be?

“My love—“ Your hand pressed to his chest, keeping him still. “It’s still daytime, sleep okay?” You whispered, hand moving to his jaw and cradling his face in your palm for a moment. “I’ll be back in a sec okay, I just need to change.” He nodded against you, kissing your hand before you let him reside in darkness. He had caught a glimpse of your pants caked in mud and could smell the blood from your skinned palms. Despite the slick terrain it seemed you ventured through the forest to see him. It made his chest shudder and for a moment he thought you had actually restarted his heart.

It was only a few minutes later when you were carefully opening his coffin again, now dawning a loose fitting silk shirt that made his red eyes alight with something wild. You had cleaned your scrapes and mud off your skin, smelling faintly of rain water and the lavender soap you gifted him. You stepped over him, nestling against his side and letting him enclose the two of you. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest, knuckles grazing over your hair while you stretched an arm across his torso. Your legs intertwined with his long ones and you let out a breathy sigh.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and while you likely couldn’t see as thing, he could see you perfectly. You shook your head no against his chest, yawning into the fabric of his shirt.

“I just wanted to see you.” You murmured, chin resting in his chest as you made hit best attempt at eye contact in the blackness. “I saw the dining room table, are you okay?” You asked, somehow staring through him in the darkness. He offered his hand instead of finding the words in his throat, slowly unravelling his fist to reveal a mark free palm. He wasn’t sure you understand what he meant or if your eyes adjusted enough yet, until you carefully closed it once again, kissing his knuckles and placed your hand over his. You both were silent for a moment, until you looked up at him again and breathed, “You’re all I want.”

“And you’re all I have.” He held you closer, watching a grin pull at the corner of your lips. He was sure it was that devotion, obsession even, with you that would bring about his downfall. Centuries old and all powerful, but reduced to nothing without you. His strength and knowledge meant nothing if he didn’t have you to share it with.

And you could not stand your stagnant life in a town full of people who wished his kind dead. You chose a trek through the forest during the twilight hours of the morning to see him, bringing him soft kisses and silk under his hands as you let your mouth meet his. You kissed him with all the exhaustion and lethargy wrapped up in the two of you, molasses slow kisses that were just as sweet. It was how you fell asleep, lips to his neck and head tucked under his chin before your warm breathed puffed across his pale skin. He fell asleep not long after, engulfing you in his embrace, his cloak draping over your frame as he decided home was where you asked him to be.

[galazry]

Finally... a glance...

pairing: best friend!scaramouche x gn!reader genre: modern au; friends to lovers; unfortunately, this is not angst; semi-crack? tbh i threw away all my logic while writing this. content: he finally confessed his feelings... at the worst possible way. before you could even answer, scaramouche had already run away. now you're left alone to wonder... how much of an idiot are you? cw: you get to learn how stupid both scaramouche and the reader are, also kazuha is here and is so tired with how his friends are acting. word count: 2K (I had a bit too much fun while writing this haha...) a/n: sequel to "Look at Me!". tbh i was planning to make a sequel that leads to an angsty ending. Don't worry, I'm not bamboozeling you guys this time 🫶 ALSO I'M SORRY THIS TOOK A LONG TIME I WAS SO BUSY 😭😭😭

It's been a week since Scaramouche confessed his feelings for you. Your aloof best friend for 5 years confessed that he had been harboring affection for you for the longest time. To be honest, you were quite baffled once those words poured out of his lips. Never had a single thought of him being infatuated with you crossed your mind. Hell, you even thought that if you were the last person on earth, he wouldn't even catch any feelings for you.

Oh, how you were proven wrong.

It's been too long since you've seen his figure. Seven days too long. None of the messages you've sent had been read, nor did he pick up any of your calls. His classmates knew nothing of his whereabouts, nor did he attend any of his classes. You even tried to go over to his apartment as you were sure he would be in there, but your knocks were met with silence.

The rest of your friends and classmates noticed how the usually lively atmosphere around you had gone gloomy. Currently, you were in the cafeteria, twiddling with your spoon, food untouched. You didn't really have an appetite as a heavy sigh left your lips. A week had pass and you were still trying to process everything that he had said; how Scaramouche had done everything to gain your attention, but all his efforts didn't bear fruit. You thought that all the things he had done were normal since you both had been best friends for a long time. Maybe it was why you didn't suspect him harboring feelings for you–

"Hey, [Y/N]. May I sit here?"

You begrudgingly lifted your head to the source of the familiar sound that had interrupted your thoughts. Kazuha. You nodded and your friend sat across from you.

"You seemed down in the dumps lately. Not only that, Scaramouche is nowhere to be found. Did you both had an argument of the sort?"

Leave it to Kazuha to sense the change in the atmosphere around you. You let out a sigh as you kept poking at your food. Not wanting to tell him the full truth, you only answered him briefly.

"No... No, we didn't."

"Ah, I see.”

You both continue to eat your food in silence – well, specifically, it was Kazuha who was eating his food, while you kept twiddling with your utensils. After a bit, you decided to break the silence. After all, this was Kazuha, one of your closer friends who, more you would sometimes confide in. Not as much as you did with Scaramouche, though.

“Actually… I guess we kind of did…? Scara kind of…” You take a deep breath, before muttering, “confessed to me…”

“Oh? Congrats to you both then. He finally had the courage to confess to you after harboring his feelings for you for so long. I don't see the reasoning for you to be so down in the dumps.”

Kazuha smiled, as if the words you said wasn’t a surprise to him. You, however, had your eyes as wide as saucers with the reaction he had given you. How did the platinum-blonde knew that Scaramouche liked you? The look on your face tells him that he was missing a big chunk of the story. Putting down his spoon, he leaned closer towards you and asked, “[Y/N], you did accept his feelings… right? This is what you have always wanted, no?” You slowly glanced away, not wanting to answer his question. Suddenly, to you, the trees outside looked that much more interesting as it swayed with the wind.

“[Y/N].”

“Look, I was shocked, alright?! The fact that the feeling was mutual was a complete shocker to me! And before I could process everything and answered him, he bolted right off!" You groaned, finally starting to spill the beans towards your friend, who suddenly felt his shoulders getting heavy.

“Oh dear…” Kazuha sighed as everything finally clicked into place. Even without you telling him the full details, he could already guess what had transpired between the two of you. He had always thought you both were a pair match in heaven and the event that had transpire prior really sealed said fact.

“This is why I told you to stop discussing your so-called ‘crushes’ in front of him.”

“Well…” After telling him the full story of what had happened that day, your friend could only let out a long and tired sigh as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt—the way you kept talking about the people, he knows you don’t have crush on in front of Scaramouche, and the way the indigo-haired confessed to you—he could only form a rueful frown on his face. “You know I’m stupid with these kinds of things and I thought if… you know…”

Kazuha knows. He knows how you thought that if you discuss your so-called 'crushes' with Scaramouche, you could discern if he has feelings for you as well. In addition to that, you also thought by making him jealous enough, your best friend would confess to you — which he did, though it didn't really end like how you wanted it.

"[Y/N]... Why couldn't you just be straightforward and confess your feelings for him...?"

"And look like a fool and possibly ruin our 5 years of friendship if the feeling wasn't mutual?!"

Kazuha massages his forehead as he remembers the conversation he had with Scaramouche weeks prior before the incident. He too had asked the indigo-haired why he didn't went up and be straightforward with his feelings. Scaramouche was, after all, infamous for speaking what's on his mind. In spite of that, Kazuha got the same answer like the one you gave him...

"There's no way I'm ruining my friendship with [Y/N] if the feeling wasn't mutual! Only an idiot would do that!"

To concur, you both really were a match in heaven— being total idiots oblivious to each others feelings and poor Kazuha was stuck in the middle. With a sigh, ruby orbs looked at you.

"So... What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know... Scara wouldn't even open the door for me-"

You stopped mid-sentence and stared at Kazuha. Before he could get a word out, you leaned towards him with a glint he knows so well. This can't be good...

"Kazuha... Your apartment is next to Scara's... right?"

A week.

A week long he had taken absence from attensing any of his classes. Scaramouche felt like his world crashed into him the minute he ran away from you. That wasn't how he wanted the confesion for you to go... There should have been flowers, or homemade cookies, anything.

The indigo-haired layed on his unmade head, constantly and silently cursing himself for his cowardly actions. He was about to mope some more when he heard a faint knock. At first, he ignored it, thinking that it was either you or Kazuha. Although, the knocks grew louder and louder, and even more desperate that, with a sigh, he got out of bed and walked towards the door.

Peering through the peephole he saw no one, yet the knocks kept coming. There was even a voice that kept calling out his name where was—

Indigo orbs dilated when they say your figure, on his balcony, pounding on the glass door, calling out his name. Without missing a beat, he immediately pulled you into his apartment. "Are you crazy?! How did you get into my balcony?!"

"From Kazuha's balcon-"

"FROM KAZUHA'S BALCONY?!?!"

He didn't gave you any time to reply as he began to check for any bruises or injury you may have suffered as you did your irresponsible stunt. All the while, he kept running his mouth, saying how you could have gotten hurt, and that he would have a talk with Kazuha for letting you do said stunt. Once he was sure that you did not suffer any injury, his hand immediately pinched your cheek. "[Y/N] [L/N]... What gave you the right idea to jump from his balcony to mine, hm?" Scaramouche asked with a smile, effectively sending chills down your spine. With a gulp, you answered him with as much confidence as you could muster.

"You kept avoiding me. My text, my calls, my knocks. Every time I try so hard to reach out to you, you constantly block out my efforts. So I had to do what I had to do. Even if the risk was great, as long as I get to talk to you that's all that matters." It was his turn to advert your gaze. Dropping his hands from your cheek, he then rubbed the back of his neck. Was it from shame? Or was the fear of you rejecting him now back to gnaw at his heart? The indigo-haired didn't know.

"Look, I know what you're going to say; That you have no feelings for me, I get it. No need for this whole stunt just to reject me," He let out a sigh, still holding onto the illusion that you never once hold any feelings for him. It was now your turn to prove him wrong, and to apologize for the misunderstanding that almost rift your friendship and potential relationship apart.

His eyes went as wide as saucers when your lips brushed against his. Soft. That was the only think he could think off once you pull away, the smile he had always adored and cherish now on your face. "I have feelings for you too, Scara." Suddenly, the dullness of the world around him became vibrant and colourful. The fluttering of the butterflies in his stomach could definitely cause a storm. This must be a dream, there's no way, in his mind, that this was all real. Or maybe it was some sort of cruel joke the heavens is playing on him.

Seeing the confusion reflected in his eyes, you explained to your best friend — how you actually had fallen head over heels for him; how you faked all your crushes to instigate a reaction from him; how you wonder if his aloofness was a sign that your feelings weren't reciprocated, but never did you once gave up. You wrapped everything up with an apology, that you could have done things better, and that you were ready to face a rejection from him. "After all," your hand cups his cheek, caressing it gently with your thumb, "this whole thing started because I wanted to make sure that you did have feelings for me. So, if your feelings for me have faded away, I would understa-"

"Idiot." He intercepts you mid-sentence, pulling you in for a hug. "You're stupid... Can't believe that you are a total idiot... Maybe this is the reason why you could never beat my scores... Always taking the most difficult and strangest route of them all." You were about to complain and ask about the correlation about academic scores and your current situation. However, the rare smile on his face as he looked at you as if you're his entire world completely shuts you up.

"But... I guess you're my idiot now, huh?"

.

.

.

You finally finished telling the story of how both you and Scaramouche started dating. The children, that you both were babysitting, had happy smiles on their face as your lover groans in embarrassment at the story. To the man, it was a cringey story, yet he never did once try to stop you from telling the kids about how your relationship with him started. He loved seeing the smile on your face, and if he had to endure hearing the same story over and over again, so be it.

Scaramouche wouldn't admit that he too, at that time, had been an idiot, for causing such a scene. Well, in the end, you both still got together and that's all that matters. Not to mention, you both have a fun story to tell to everyone as an added bonus.

Once the children's parents picked them all up, you both then snuggled on the couch. A soft humming filled the room as you gave Scaramouche a quick peck. "Hey," you started off and he immediately knows where this conversation is going. "One day, love. Right now, I want to savour these quiet and tranquil moments with you before this home of ours becomes lively and we have little spawns running around." He let out a small chuckle, holding your hand as his thumb traced the ring on your finger.

[waataah]

welcome, to my first attempt at a fanfic on tumblr.

✧ sanji vinsmoke x fem!reader ✧

｡･ﾟﾟ･ (nsfw, fem!reader, 18+ only, mdni, 3rd pov) ･ﾟﾟ･｡

cw: nsfw, oral (receiving), praise, slight degradation, kinda submissive, lots of sexual tension, build-up, plot-heavy, power struggle, breast play, and unprotected sex.

summary: the straw hats stop at a mysterious never-before-seen island and their crazy captain recruits a woman who can finally rival the crew's flirtatious cook.

word count: ~about 2800

・❥・The Flirtacious Two

The captain of the straw hats Monkey D. Luffy had made an immediate order to stop the ship at the closest island. The closest island was not like any other they had seen, it resembled a forest but had many houses rooted into the trees.

Beautiful birds of many colors flew around in circles greeting the newcomers to their island. The island welcomed them and so did their people. This island was secluded and very small so it was avoided by most who went by, they did not oppose the pirates and showed them kindness and respect.

“They gave us enough supplies to last at least a few months stop eating them all!” Sanji yelled and smacked their captain on the head.

“At least show some respect…geez” Zoro had muttered under his breath.

Luffy rubbed his head and sprawled himself out on the ground at the new lump that had appeared poking out of his hat and ran from the crowd in desperation to get away from his fellow crew. The girls enjoyed themselves to new fruits, new fish, and especially new people. Being around the same boys on a crowded ship meant they NEEDED to converse with regular humans once in a while.

The crew had dispersed and spread amongst the island, till later that night they agreed to meet back on the ship for Sanji’s dinner. Sanji was making a special take on spaghetti and meatballs after all there was nothing wrong with cooking a basic pasta after all the new foods they had tried for the day. 

The pot was boiling with water as the noodles simmered in the heat, and the pan of meatballs were simmering creating a beautiful aroma that could make just about any mouth water.

“Well, well, well I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen spaghetti” An unknown voice to the cook quickly made him tense but hearing a woman's voice made him instantly feel like putty at the beautiful sound.

Once he gazed at the woman his eyes practically shot out of his head, a pure beauty just at the door of the ship's kitchen.

‘This island's weather sure is hot, but this woman is hotter’ his inner voice usually wasn't filtered but she had rendered him practically speechless with her beauty.

“Why hello there pretty boy~” she made her way over to the blonde and peeked over to glance at the food.

“Luffy said you were the chef, I’ve met the others… I believe he wants me to join this little crew you have” she said as she looked up at the taller man.

Sanji cleared his throat finally gaining the courage to speak to such a beauty, and she was flirting with him. That was new.

“What is a beautiful lady like you trying to join a group of pirates for?” he reached for his cigarettes in an attempt to occupy himself without having to look away from the woman before him. But patted around and failed to find them in his pockets.

The mysterious woman brought a hand up holding his cigarettes in hand, “Looking for this? I’m not too fond of smoking”.

‘Ah, she's a thief… a very… sexy one…’ he felt joy rising up in his chest.

She placed them on the counter and decided to answer his question.

“I want adventure, the men here are… getting dull, I figure there are many fish in the sea” She giggled a bit and made her way around the cook eyeing him up and down. Her reply was obviously a joke, but she wanted her reasons to remain her own.

This was the first time Sanji felt as if he was the prey, though he was visibly a bit nervous, he didn't hate it. In fact, he liked it.

“The others warned me, you're quite the flirt? But men tend to get quite intimidated by me. My name is [y/n] a pleasure” she said putting her hand out.

“Oh, please the pleasures all mine miss [y/n]” he said as he gently grasped her hand placing a gentle kiss upon her skin.

She smiled and gently caressed her slim fingers down his arm, “Well from one flirt to another, I’m quite the jealous type Mr. Cook if you flirt with me you can’t give the same treatment to another”.

Sanji felt a chokehold on him, he had just learned of this woman's name, yet he would give up all the other women in the world in a heartbeat.

“Jealous hmm? Well, there isn't a pretty lady as beautiful as you, so I doubt I would even think about another.” He was past the point of no return her charm had hooked and reeled him in she and he both knew it.

The woman retracted her hand from his arm and turned away from the cook walking back over to the entrance.

“Though I am a flirt, if I really want something… I will have it” she smiled devilishly.

Sanji felt a pit in his stomach, this woman was doing many things to him, he wanted her but of course, he wouldn’t just force himself on a woman.

“Oh and… you might want to check those meatballs I think they may be slightly overcooked” she smiled as she walked out.

Sanji panicked as the meatballs burst into flames he quickly grabbed a cloth to fan the fire out with and sighed in relief once it was put out.

“What am I going to do with her around…”.

Later that night at the dinner table, [y/n] had sat next to Sanji. Sanji felt a blush creep upon his face, though it had only been a bit since their first encounter he really couldn't take his eyes off her. 

After some time of everyone exchanging conversations, he finally decided to strike up a conversation. 

“You really are beautiful…” was all he could say, he was practically transfixed by her.

[y/n] looked at the cook she didn't mind if others were around, better for her to show the other ladies how it’s done.

“You're not so bad yourself handsome” she winked.

Sanji felt his heart racing, no woman had given him this type of attention, it was so new to him. He loved it. His grin and ego grew from the compliment.

“Don’t go complimenting fancy brows over there it will go right to his head” Zoro said in between bites of his meal.

[y/n] laughed at the comment and turned her attention toward Zoro, it quickly made Sanji fill with worry. He knew that Zoro and [y/n] would possibly get along, who wouldn’t get along with a woman like her?

Though [y/n] had continued her chat with Zoro she had sneakily placed her hand on Sanji’s obvious that her attention was still on him though she was talking with another man.

A small smirk came back to his face when he felt her hand on his, it made him excited but relieved that she still had her sights on him.

After dinner was over [y/n] went over to the deck to gaze upon the ocean. Sanji finished up the dishes and saw the deck was empty, no one was around but her. This was his moment, to get her attention without anyone to bother. He leaned over the railing and watched the ocean with her, he reached for his cigarettes but quickly placed them back into his pocket.

“Hello, lover boy~ What do I owe the pleasure?” she said while looking over to the chef.

He smiled softly, “You don’t owe me anything, I just thought to keep the beautiful lady company”.

[y/n] did feel a little flustered by the gesture, the whole time Sanji had been flustered and wrapped around her finger but now he seemed to be ready for her comments.

He gently placed his hand on [y/n]’s hips, causing the roles to reverse, he stepped up his game he realized that if he kept letting her be in control he would lose this flirting game. 

Though she was flustered she also didn't want to back down, “And who exactly said you could touch me?” she smirked.

Sanji let out a small laugh as he could tell she was enjoying it in comparison to her words, he leaned closer to her and looked into her eyes. “Someone told me once that if they want something they will have it. So I just decided to take what I wanted”.

“Oh really now?” [y/n] smirked at the blonde and grabbed his hand pulling Sanji closer to her “I do believe everyone had fallen asleep after their meal” she said gently while looking at his lips. 

Sanji was a bit surprised by the sudden pull, his mind flooded with ideas of just the two of you alone while everyone slept. She was bold, his mind was going crazy and he wanted to do something about it.

“Since no one is around how about a little taste?~” she kept her eyes bouncing back and forth between his eyes and lips.

With the way [y/n] stared at his lips, he knew exactly what she wanted, a little taste of him. A smirk would then appear on his face, he enjoyed this new thrill of tug of war between him and her. 

“I could never deny a pretty lady like you,” he said before leaning forward and placing his lips onto hers.

For a man who had flirted with many women, he couldn't deny that this was his first time feeling butterflies in the pit of his stomach. And for a woman who seemed to have all the boys wrapped around her fingers, she too had never felt quite like how she did with this man. 

He moved his hands around her hips and pressed their bodies closer together, the kiss was passionate, and long and made the two feel their bodies heat up. After their lips parted his face was simply in awe and he let out a satisfied breath gripping [y/n]’s hips with need.

“Wow… that was… great,” he said as he had his eyes fixed on the beauty before him. 

[y/n] also let out a content sigh, she felt a warm feeling stirring within her and she needed it to be extinguished.

“How about we head over to the lounge room? That is if you want to of course”.

“Lead the way…”.

He took her by the hand and started to lead [y/n] back to the kitchen/meeting/lounge room. Once in the room, [y/n] noticed that the whole place had been cleaned, Sanji was a very responsible cook. Though it was something that might go unnoticed by the rest of the crew she did take notice.

Sanji went over to the provisions and moved them aside to show a bed. It was a small bed, but the only place you could get privacy on a private ship with a group of men who shared the same room.

[y/n] didn’t mind it though, she would practically take this man anywhere in her current state. She sat on the bed and Sanji sat beside her.

“Well, are you ready?”.

“Are you?” he replied back with a playful tone.

[y/n] let out a small laugh before sitting on his lap leaning into him pressing their lips once again against one another. His fantasies were finally coming to life, her sitting in his lap making his pants tighten just at the friction from her body touching his. [y/n] gently ran her fingers through his hair, earning a moan from the cook. His body heated up at her taking the lead, he decided to put his hand in her hair pulling on it gently earning a moan from [y/n].

“You are so beautiful my dear~” he let out softly against her lips.

The two’s breaths increased, as the air between them kept thinning from the non-stop kiss.

The kiss eventually came to a halt, the two panting for air but eager for the next step.

“You taste good just like your meals chef~” she said softly under her panting breath.

The compliment sent him into heaven, his heartbeat intensifying just like the tightness in his pants.

“And you are even more tastier than my meals…” he smirked.

“Though there is something I think that might taste better than your meals…” [y/n]’s gaze fell upon the large bump in his pants.

His face reddened at the comment, “you really are too much…” he said softly not moving even a muscle. 

“That's what I’m told~” she giggled and moved off the bed to her knees unzipping his pants and pulling his boxers down to reveal his size. His cock twitched at the cold air and hardened as he felt her gaze staring down at it.

Sanji gently tilted her head upwards, “A beautiful lady like you should be on the bed getting treated, not on her knees…”.

He got up and grabbed [y/n] gently placing her onto the small bed as he stood in between her legs lowering himself to her core.

[y/n]’s breath hitched at the sudden change of position. Sanji left gentle kisses trailing up her leg towards the hem of her shorts, gently pulling them off as he did so along with her panties. She was starting to press her thighs together, she hadn’t felt shy with anyone before but he made her feel like she was a teen head over heels for a crazy boy. Sanji smirked at the sight, he continued to place kisses till he reached her sensitive spot, his digits entering inside her folds gently adding another while he continued to kiss her inner thighs and thrust his fingers inside her.

“Ah~ Shit~” [y/n] moaned out at the attention her lower half was getting, she felt her walls clench onto his two fingers, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Be patient my dear~ we have a long night ahead of us~” he said as he went back down to shower her clit with his skilled tongue.

[y/n] was going mad, she felt her body tensing as it was getting ready to release, and she pulled back Sanji's head. She panted softly and grabbed him by his tie pulling him up towards her and pushing him onto the bed. She placed herself on top of his cock and slowly placed it at her entrance letting it fill her up inside.

“[y/n] fuck…” he clenched his eyes shut at the tightness, it felt so good he almost came just from putting it inside.

She sat for a moment as she adjusted to his girth and length. She was inwardly cursing him out for being so girthy. After the two settled, [y/n] started to move her hips up and down his length letting out small moans of pleasure as Sanji thrust his hips along with her movements. The two let out moans filling the empty room with nothing but the sounds of their skin slapping together and the bed creaking beneath them. Sanji managed to snake his hand up [y/n]’s stomach under her shirt grasping onto her breast as she bounced. He couldn't even catch his breath, the whole situation was like a dream to him, her moans coming from the pleasure he gave her filled him with ecstasy. He pinched her nipples lightly while he reached under her bra. Just the sound of her moans alone could make him cum, he could feel himself getting close to his release. 

[y/n] continued her movements leaning down and gripping his shirt, “make a mess of me Sanji” she said before pressing her lips against his.

Those words flipped a switch in him, and a signal went to his brain, making him go insane. He knew what she wanted him to do and he would deliver. His whole body quaked as he felt himself ready to cum. The two continued moaning and panting, and [y/n] felt herself tighten around Sanjis cock. Sanji groaned in response to the tightness he moved his hands from her breast and gripped her hips. He began to thrust upwards into her harder, filling every inch of her inside. They could both feel themselves, Sanji was the first to give in. His cum shot inside her, dripping from out of her hole and onto his pants. The warmth that shot into [y/n]’s body made her tighten and her body twitched from its high. The two let out a long moan and grunt when they finished and [y/n] laid herself against the chef.

“Who would think the two flirts would hook up with each other” she said softly with a content sigh as she caught her breath.

“You’re crazy you know that? You showed me a whole new type of woman, you really know how to make a man weak” Sanji laughed and threw his arms around her.

[y/n] lifted her head a bit in confusion, “what’s so funny about that?” she raised a brow.

“Nothing, I just feel like the luckiest man alive…” he said as he let out a few more laughs.

[xinupurin]

comfort.

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wriothesley x reader warnings : angst ! wriothesley accidentally snaps ! regret ! cuddling ! kisses

| this fic is : sfw . not proofread . reader is gender neutral

| used petnames : darling . dear

Since Wriothesley works in his office all day, you felt as if this was the perfect time to visit him. He dearly loves you, there’s a mutual connection between you both lovebirds. You pack up some fruits to ensure that Wriothesley is eating no matter what—even if it’s just fruits, it’s better than nothing.

You made your way to his office with a smile on your face while holding a cute tupperware filled with peeled grapes, all peeled by your own hands. You could hear papers flipping when you opened the door, looking at him excitedly.

“Wrio!”

He looked up at you, a worn out face, but he still gave you a small smile before focusing back onto his work. You approached his table, putting down the tupperware. You even wrote a little note, leaving it inside the tupperware.

“Thank you, dear… I’m a little busy right now.”

Wriothesley smiled softly, not looking at you as he nodded in approval. You stood closely, looking at his work while gently rubbing small circles on his neck.

“Wrio, d’ya like green grapes better… or the purple ones?”

You gently asked him, hoping for his answer therefore you could pack his preferred fruits next time. Wriothesley seemed slightly distracted, he didn’t want to be distracted though he loved you dearly.

“I like both, whatever you choose.”

He gave you that sweet smile that you adore, finding your lips curving upwards as well. You pressed a soft peck onto his neck while watching him work. Wriothesley is calm and collected, there’s no way he’d ever get angry at you—or so you thought.

“Darling… I’m quite busy, could you please save those kisses for later on?”

He spoke softly yet a little sternly, still giving a small smile. Of course, you nodded in response, figuring that he was just trying to complete as much work as possible.

“Wrio, do you want me to make you some dinner? Oh! I was thinking about… hm, some pasta?”

You smiled at him softly, thinking about dinner as you listed down what ingredients you still had at home. That was quickly interrupted by a stern voice.

“My God—I said I’m busy! Can’t we talk about this later!?”

Wriothesley snapped, still not looking at you as his eyebrows furrowed and slamming his pen down. Your eyes widened, not expecting that kind of response as you felt your heart clench a bit.

“Oh… I’m sorry… I’ll just… go home, yeah?”

You quickly left his office, head overflowing with thoughts; did he get mad at you? As you left, Wriothesley realized what he did when you spoke in that tone, his head slightly dropped but he should just finish up his work first…

He got hungry pretty fast, opening the tupperware you packed for him as he looked at the note inside. ‘Make sure to eat properly, okay? These grapes aren’t going to fill you up. Love you.’ The note wrote. He felt an instant regret and guilt. Wriothesley knew he might’ve been too harsh with his tone on you, especially on his beloved.

You get home all tired, feeling a little guilty for bothering him. You wrap yourself in your blankets of your shared bed with your head clouded with thoughts. It was hard to brush it all off… knowing he’s angry at you. You felt especially bad… your heart squeezing around as you tried to fall asleep.

Wriothesley couldn’t even finish his work, seeing that note was enough for him to get up from his chair as he made his way back to your shared home. It wasn’t a short journey… nor was it a long journey but he wanted to ensure you comfort with his sweet words. As time went by, the bedroom door eventually opened. You still pretended to be asleep incase he’d argue with you when you woke up.

You felt a familiar big pair of hands wrap around you, his forehead against the back of your head as he softly spoke in a gently voice.

“I’m so sorry, dear… I didn’t mean to come out as harsh—I was just so frustrated with work. Please let me make it up to you… I’m so sorry.”

You let out a deep breath, feeling his lips on your neck. It’s like he knew you weren’t asleep. You weren’t sure what to say… nor did you know how to react but afterall, you did love him.

“Did you finish the grapes?”

That was what you asked—out of everything, you responded to him with that. His eyes widened softly as he gently kissed your nape, chuckling softly.

“Darling… I was harsh to you earlier and you’re worried whether I ate the grapes or not?”

Wriothesley chuckled as he snuggled closer, not letting you escape from his grasp. You put hardwork into peeling those damned grapes all for your dearest…

“How could I not? Those grapes took me so long to peel..!”

You smiled softly, feeling that you forgot about what happened earlier and brushing it off with a giggly conversation. He chuckled along with you, his cheek pressing up against yours.

“Okay, okay~ Still, I’m sorry for earlier…”

He worriedly spoke as he turned you around, pressing a peck onto your lips with a sneaky smile.

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A/N ：angst is not for the weak like me T_T but !! ive had this concept in my mind for awhile even though ive never wrote fics before cjfndjdndn i love wrio though

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(Summary) Gilbert's Beast Manual Case 2: How to Get Gilbert to Take His Meds

Part 2 of Gilbert's current party event, wherein Emma tries to sneak his meds into his food.

Spoilers. Technically a summary-translation hybrid where everything should probs be in quotes. I read using a translator. Some parts omitted. Case 1 | Case 3 | His POV

Gilbert and Emma are having lunch together in his lab. The menu today, graciously brought over from the dining hall by Roderic, consists of processed meat flavored with leafy greens, ham and potato soup and some bread; the kind of meal that any household could easily make. Gone are the days where the royal family had a separate menu. This is the same kind of food that everyone in the castle eats regardless of status, and so of course Gilbert, who advocates for equality, eats it up with gusto as per usual.

At this point, Emma's been pointedly staring at Gilbert eat. When he brings this up, Emma says that she's simply captivated by him. Which prompts Gilbert to consider staring pointedly back at her. Emma responds that she wouldn't be able to calmly continue eating, but Gilbert teasingly laughs it off because he certainly wouldn't mind. True to his word, he proceeds to take her into his red gaze. True to her word, Emma's unable to just casually keep eating.

Stuttering over herself, Emma decides to bring up the matter of dessert. It's different today. Not the usual cookies Emma bakes for him. Deciding those had gotten a bit dull, she's prepared pound cake for him today. With bits of dried fruit for a mouthfeel she figured he might enjoy. Gilbert's face lights up and he thanks her with a giggle while Emma does her best to keep calm and not give her shaking nerves away. The food she's busily putting into her mouth is delicious, but she's too nervous to enjoy it.

Here Gilbert decides to introduce a bit of an anecdote to Emma as idle chatter. What will, in true Gilbert-fashion, turn out to be a parable. Before Emma came along, Gilbert would take his lunches with Roderic and Walter. Not that he wanted to, and they themselves ventured forth looking like they were ready for certain death. So Gilbert asks Emma why she thinks that might have been, and she innocently asks if it was so they could deepen their bonds of friendship. But Gilbert succinctly clarifies that it was so they could keep an eye on him and ensure he didn't leave any food behind.

Hearing this, Emma seems quite naturally surprised. Gilbert's a glutton who generally eats up most his food after all. At this, Gilbert explains that the only food he leaves behind is anything that's been poisoned. However, he says with his world-class pout, whenever he had lunch with Roderic and Walter, the food would taste weird for some reason. He was told it was okay to eat because it definitely wasn't poisoned, and yet poor Gilbert had to suffer that awful taste. So terrible, he says with his world-class smile, that he contemplated sending those two to the gallows; there was a high chance something sus had indeed been mixed in.

Emma stares at Gilbert in silence. Gilbert merely asks: "You won't betray me, will you, little rabbit?" Emma stutters for a thousand years as she adamantly claims that of course she never could XD And Gilbert agrees, because if she ever did, he'd be so devastated he might just start drawing up a military operation. Emma mentally digests the enormity of that adorable threat while Gilbert casually turns his attention the cake in question. Due to her nerves, Emma's failed to notice that Gilbert's already finished his meal.

As Gilbert reaches for the pound cake, he stops to mention a footnote to his story. Figuring the weird-tasting food business meant he hadn't been disciplining Roderic and Walter enough, he decided to go ahead and do just that. Gilbert's not received any weird-tasting food since. He punctuates that with a giggle.

Emma stares at Gilbert in silence. Placing the plated cake in her hand, Gilbert gently implores her to feed him since she made it so special for him. Then, like the goober that he is, he sits back all happy and opens his mouth with a cute ah~

Emma holds the fork as firmly as she can given her circumstances and pierces the cake. In truth, she feels confident about the cake's taste, but she's having some serious qualms about tricking Gilbert like this. She suddenly throws out a fierce apology, but Gilbert, not dropping his smile for a moment, swoops in and eats the cake on the fork in one bite before she can do anything.

While Emma panics and sees discipline looming on her horizon, Gilbert begins to pout while he chews. This too gives Emma pause as she prompts him to spit it out if it tastes funky. But Gilbert's smiling again and he says it's fine. He might actually be able to handle this. There's definitely a dicey quality to the taste, but he might be willing to try eating it for her.

Emma finally relaxes. Her repeated trial-and-error has seemingly been worth it. She'd put the dish together at Walter's behest in order to get Gilbert to take his meds. Walter's medicine is extremely effective but the taste is "devastating," so they needed a new plan to make it palatable for Gilbert.

Just as Emma furtively declares "Operation Pound Cake" a success, Gilbert casually shatters her adorable hopes: "A betrayal is a betrayal, right?" He gets up from his seat and places a hand on her back. Her mouth tightens at the immediate, peremptory pressure. Did I know what peremptory meant before this? Nope, but it's very Gilbert.

He says her name, by which I mean he says Little Rabbit, and his breath gusts against Emma's ear and sends her heart into overdrive for different reasons now. "My punishments are... rather long."

Emma, thoroughly repentant, promises to never Operation-Pound-Cake again and think of a different method. But Gilbert only chuckles and calls her foolish before biting her ear and making Emma make lewd Emma-noises. As she hurriedly cups her mouth, Gilbert proceeds to gently kiss the spot of the ouchie. And he brings up a good point: he generally listens to her requests if she simply voices them.

Emma herself admits that Gilbert carefully takes his meds whenever she asks him to. But that was never what this was about. "You hate the bitter taste, don't you?" she asks him. And that's why she intends to do her best and continue to do trial-and-error testing until the weird taste goes away. All because she wants to reduce the amount of things he doesn't like, even if it's just by one.

"Therefore I shouldn't discipline you?" Gilbert is quick to ask. Emma falls into silence as he tilts his head and says, "Now that I've got a good excuse to pick on you, there's no way I'm going to just stop." Before Emma can protest, he slips a cold hand down her collar in one fluid motion and begins caressing her skin. As Emma braces for what's to come, she realizes that resistance is futile at this point and that she's got no choice but take her punishment.

Emma feels Gilbert blow into her ear just as she shuts her eyes. "Thank you, Emma." At a loss for words, she opens her eyes and catches sight of the brightest, happiest smile she's seen all day.

[hoes4hoseok]

txt reacts: you’re preparing for finals

boyfriend!txt x gn!reader requested by :: @unlocktxt (thanks for requesting, babes!) beta reader :: @goldenhypen (thank you for your feedback :) author’s note :: writing this was genuinely so fun and managed to relax me while i was actually losing my mind over finals 😭. dhmu about how inconsistent the tenses are i know they're bad HAHA i hope you guys enjoy and good luck to everyone taking finals now or soon! warnings :: a lot of food and eating habits talk,, i think that's it though. lmk if i need to add anything.

soobin

soobin would be so sweet while you were prepping for finals

if you were struggling with something that he didn’t understand, he’d literally spend 15 minutes on the computer with a pen & paper in hand trying to figure it out 

&& then he’d call you over to explain it but get confused in the middle 

but by that time you’d understand & explain it to him (◡‿◡✿)

you’d probably have many visits to the library since it’s more quiet (& less messy) there than the dorms

you’d also share earbuds while you worked

every once in a while, amongst the slow tracks, a random banger like ‘that that’ by psy would play & the two of you would be sent into a fit of laughter that you tried so hard to contain

luckily, the librarian never busted you

although it did earn a few looks from elsewhere in the room (whoops)

he’s also definitely the type of boyfriend who makes you really good tea

&& it probably became a very important part of your day (because how could it not?! the tea was amazing)

he would prioritize sleep quite a bit, so lights are off for him by 11 every night during finals week

&& that rubbed off on you!

the days would end with an episode of your favorite show playing on his laptop while you drifted off to sleep on his bed together (。-ω-)zzz 

stress be gone!

yeonjun

if you were in a long distance relationship with yeonjun, you & him would have planned for him to fly in the night your finals ended 

but yeonjun found a cheaper flight for the week before :) so naturally, he bought it!

he was so excited to surprise you, especially because he knew how stressed out you were from the several late night facetime calls you had 

&& you were indeed happy to see your boyfriend at your doorstep with takeout from your favorite restaurant in hand

it improved your week tenfold just seeing his face (ꉺᗜꉺ)

he, on the other hand, while happy to see you, was shocked to see how poorly you had been taking care of yourself

considering the dark circles under your eyes & the fact that you were in pajamas at 3 pm,, he knew something was off

&& you, as every student does at one point or another, were living on instant ramen & cereal — he could tell from the state of your dorm alone (╯•﹏•╰)

you didn’t plan for him to find out because he tends to worry about you a lot <3 (SORRY JUN)

&& the ‘less than 6 hours of sleep during finals week’ thing was pretty standard for people at your school

“eat with me” ( •_•)

he set the bag down on your table & looked at you with the playfully threatening stare that you had missed so much

“then i’m getting groceries while you nap” he continued, looking over at your kitchen area

oh wow had you missed your boyfriend

it only came to you when you felt as helpless & overwhelmed as right now

but you needed him. & so, you pulled him in for a tight hug, cutting off his mumbles about the lack of fruit in your kitchen (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

oh, how he loved you <3

beomgyu

beomgyu would not want you to overwork yourself. obviously.

but,, if you were gonna be pulling all nighters & working your butt off, so was he

y’all are in this TOGETHER (｡-_-｡ )人( ｡-_-｡)

he strikes me as the type to know those random life hacks so he might come to you excited with studying ones HEHE

like he’d tell you to chew a different flavor of gum while studying & then chew it again during the exam so you can remember the content better

&& ofc you’d comply to make him happy, but a few of them definitely helped you!

you two probably made plans to go on a little getaway together after the semester ended

so whenever you seemed particularly down, he’d remind you that you’d be miles away from all this in just a week :)

beomgyu is 100% the one making ramen runs to the kitchen (he made sure to stock up before finals week!)

&& he makes yours with the little modifications that you like, whether it’s extra spice, an egg, or some chopped vegetables – he’s got it all

he’s got flashcards, he’s got tea, he’s got hugs…& he’s also an absolute pain in your side when it comes to sleep

ಠಿ_ಠ “it’s 1:30…you said you’d sleep at 1:00” 

he’d have to physically pull you away from your work sometimes 

it wasn’t hard either because you were so tired that your eyes were closing

he’d probably sleep in the mornings of your exams,, but would slice some fruit for you to eat before going to bed

&& leave a little note of encouragement on a sticky note with a couple sticks of gum next to it :)

“good luck. you’re gonna ace this test. love you ♡”

taehyun

you & taehyun had a whole finals prep schedule planned out. this man was not about to let you fail any of your classes or fail any himself

so, your finals prep started at least a month early

he’d be up at seven am shaking you awake & threatening to pour his water on you ʘ‿ʘ

even though he knew you’d tackle him to the floor if he actually poured it 

once you finally rose, he���d give you a quick forehead kiss & push you off towards the bathroom to brush your teeth

you’d eat breakfast & start working relatively quickly

the two of you quickly realized that the pomodoro method worked best for you – finishing a task in 25 minutes, taking a five minute break, & repeating three times before taking a 20 to 30 minute break (y’all should try it frfr)

by noon, you’d be internally thanking him for waking you,, bc as much as you hated to admit it,, you are definitely more productive in the morning

&& on taehyun’s plan, you were actually getting enough sleep somehow?

&& he definitely had special allocated time slots in the schedule for personal time & date nights so that you two wouldn’t get burnt out

the routine definitely got harder to keep up with as finals inched closer & he could tell 

so he took you for a much-needed massage the day before finals started to destress (°◡°♡)

&& as expected, y’all would CRUSH finals week

he’d be so proud <3 but also he knew you would succeed bc of how hard you worked!

[honestly this is such a dream. i made taehyun my dream bf in this LMFAO but hey he already is so…]

hueningkai

hueningkai would be there for you during your breaks. sure, he’d help you with the flashcards if you asked him, but he’d support you most by making you smile!

he’d make sure there’s always food in the fridge, especially if your schedules didn’t line up & he couldn’t eat with you

hueningkai would also give GREAT back massages & it’s all because he would NOT hold back ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ no knots would be left when he’s done

&& he’d probably also put on your favorite show or music while he did it which would be really odd at first, but you’d grow to appreciate it hehe 

he’d also go on a walk with you every night to help you unwind 

that would always do you wonders, especially after being cooped up inside all day 

it would also be a time when the two of you could finally talk about something other than everything stressing you out (because boy, had it become all-consuming)

on the mornings of your finals, he’d walk you to class & buy you your favorite drink with a bagel or donut on the way

if you got really anxious before going in, he’d hold your hand tightly & tell you to take deep breaths

&& to remember that you’re prepared & that one test will not matter in the grand scheme of things

he’d also send you in with a hug & a peck on the cheek. (´ ᴗ｀✿)

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[make-me-imagine]

Much More Than Fond

Plot: Malcolm often comes off as a pushy, teasing, frenemy to you. But unbeknownst to you, he actually cares quite a lot about you. You could even say he has a crush.

Pairing: Malcolm Reed x Gn!Reader

Requested Prompts: "In your dreams!" "Every night, actually." + 'Secret Admirer' A/n: It's not straight forward with the secret admirer prompt; more like 'admires from afar secretly' lol

Requested By: @fandomdancer (these are from Valentines Day sorry it took me so long to get to them)

Warnings: Brief mentions of not eating/drinking water (neglecting health) - So take this as a reminder to eat and drink some water!

Words: 2.3k

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Making your way into your work space, you sighed as your head ached. You had gotten so busy with repairs, you had forgotten to eat or drink any water. You knew you should go to the cafeteria, but you couldn't ignore the reports you had to fill out.

Walking towards your desk, your eyes locked on a granola bar, a bowl of fruit and a bottle of water sitting on your desk. You blinked a few times as you looked around.

This was the third time you found snacks and water left at your desk when you had been busy with work. The first time you ignored it, thinking someone left them there accidentally but when it kept happening, you grew even more curious.

You asked around, but no one claimed them to be theirs, and no one knew who was doing it, or at least they didn't want to tell you.

You wondered how they always knew you hadn't eaten anything, and how did they always know your favorite snacks? You had received your favorite candy bar, fruit snacks, muffin, and now a granola bar. So whoever it was clearly knew you more than you were expecting.

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As Malcolm marched down the corridor, his eyes caught on a familiar figure. Glancing into the room, he spotted you working on some damage from the last mission. Your face was knit in concentration as a granola bar was sticking out of your mouth.

He smirked to himself as he kept walking, his heart fluttering a bit in his chest. He had heard you asking around about the snacks being left on your desk, but no one, especially you, would have considered him as the culprit.

Malcolm tried to convince himself he was just being kind, but he knew it was more than that. The two of you had a complicated relationship. You would bicker, argue, tease each other, and sometimes even joke around with one another. That latter, usually if you were both teasing Trip. But people would hardly consider you friends.

Malcolm didn't think of you as much more than a colleague for a long time, but slowly, he found his eyes following you, checking on you, teasing you on purpose just so he could see the way you scrunched up your face in annoyance.

He had even started to notice and familiarize himself with your routines and habits. He knew you woke up at the same time every day whether or not you had duty. How you'd check with everyone and see if they needed anything before you left.

He knew your go to style of burger, pasta, pizza, the way you make your coffee or tea, your favorite fruit, your favorite muffins and candies.

And, he knew you had a tendency to get so caught up in your work that you would forget to take care of yourself. He would notice you missing lunch, or even dinner. He'd spot you going to Phlox for headaches because you forgot to drink water. And he found himself growing worried.

He knew you loved your work, and he admired that about you, but he didn't want to see you hurt yourself in the process. That was one of the first signs that Malcolm no longer saw you as just a colleague. Actually, Malcolm was far, far past that.

So far past that, that he caught himself thinking about you more often than he'd like. If the chef was cooking one of your favorite meals, he had to convince himself not to go tell you. If he heard you laugh, his stomach would erupt in butterflies. If something he said made you smile, he cold hardly repress a grin.

If he told anyone how he was feeling, he knew what they would say. Malcolm Reed has a crush.

The thought alone made Malcolm want to curl up into a ball. He knew there was nothing wrong with feelings, or relationships, but in a way he thought he was stronger than this. But as much as he wanted to think that of himself, he knew better. He had fallen for you, hard.

--- --- ---

Your eyes flicked over to Malcolm as you entered the security room. You had a few repairs there, but weren't expecting to see him, he was usually on the bridge at this time.

You often found yourself avoiding him. At first it was because he got on your nerves, but recently, as much as you hated yourself for it, it was because he made you nervous. If he would smirk or smile at you, your stomach would twist with a giddy feeling. If you caught him looking at you for any reason, your ears would burn. You hated it, just like you were supposed to hate him.

"More repairs Y/n?" His smooth voice echoed through the room.

You felt yourself jolt slightly as he acknowledged you, and by using your first name. You peered over your shoulder at him to find him looking at you.

Butterflies.

You swallowed briefly as you looked back at the control panel "No, I thought I'd go for a jog."

He smirked to himself "Perfect weather for it."

You smiled softly to yourself, but didn't reply, instead trying to focus on your work.

There were a few moments of silence before you felt a presence grow closer. Peering back a bit, you noticed Malcolm was now at a computer panel just behind you. His presence sent a shiver up your neck, but you tried to ignore it.

The silence was broken as Malcolm began humming an unfamiliar tune, repeating the same melody over and over.

As much as your ears burned due to his proximity, your annoyance grew. "Don't you know any other songs?" You finally spoke up, annoyance lacing your voice.

Malcolm smirked, glad he finally got your attention. "Hmm, well there is this one-"

As he started to hum a now familiar tune, you shook your head "No, anything but that."

He laughed, knowing the tune from the old western that played on repeat for three weeks at movie night would trigger your annoyance.

He chuckled softly "Well what would you prefer?"

"Silence?"

He snorted softly but went silent. You slowly started to regain concentration on your job, but it was broken as you felt as though he had gotten closer.

Looking back, you almost jumped at the proximity of your bodies as Malcolm peered over your shoulder, almost touching you.

His eyes met yours and your ears burned hot, he rose a brow and you stuttered out "Don't you know what personal space is?"

"Can't I see what you're doing in my security room?"

"I'm repairing, it's what I do."

Malcolm was afraid he was imagining the effect he had on you, but as your eyes darted nervously back to your work, he thought maybe he wasn't imagining anything.

Leaning down, he brought his face closer to yours and spoke softly "Am I making you nervous?"

You froze momentarily, and he swore your breathing stopped. But you quickly recovered as you side-eyed him.

"No, you're making me angry."

He chuckled but didn't move to leave, instead speaking again "Really? 'Cause your ears seem to be turning a different color."

You felt embarrassment and anger rush through you, could he see how he was affecting you? And was he making fun of you for it?

You met his eyes, your faces a mere inch from each other, you hissed "In your dreams."

You saw his eyes dip down to your lips for a split second. And as you heard the security room doors slide open, a faint smile played on his lips "Every night actually."

Giving you no time to respond, Malcolm rose and turned towards the new visitors and approached them, talking animatedly to the other security officers.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, as your ears and neck burned hot. Quickly finishing your repairs, you left before you could speak with Malcolm again. But as you left, you could feel his eyes on you.

--- --- ---

After your interaction with Malcolm, you threw yourself into your work to distract yourself. But by doing this, you managed to finish everything faster than normal.

As you sat at your desk, glancing at the clock, you noted it was dinner. But surely Malcolm wold be there, and you had no desire to see him at this moment.

You wanted to know what he meant by his comment. If he was just teasing you and he meant nothing by it, or, if there was truth in it. As much as you wanted to know, you also did not.

Sighing at your own indecisiveness you leaned back in your chair, eyes closed.

Hearing the door slide open, you turned and looked with light surprise. Your heart jolted as your breath caught in your throat as you saw Malcolm standing in the doorway.

Malcolm quickly shoved his hand behind his back as he stared at you. There was a moment of silence between you before he cleared his throat "Hello."

You quirked your brow in confusion as you tried to ignore your hammering heart. Your eyes glanced down at his hidden hand before you met his eyes.

"Can I help you?"

"I- uh, didn't think you'd be in here right now."

Was he nervous? You turned more in your chair so you were now facing him fully.

"Where else would I be?

"Well- I figured you were off repairing something since you did not come to dinner again."

"Oh." You felt a tug at your heart as you realized he noticed your absence. You suddenly wondered how many times he had noticed you were gone before.

Suddenly you felt a light bulb go off in your head as your eyes trailed down to his hidden hand again.

"Why would you come here if you thought I wouldn't be here?"

Malcolm could tell in the tone of your voice that you had figured it out. With a slightly defeated sigh, he brought his hand out into view, revealing a bowl of fruit.

"I heard- I know you like these, so I thought you'd want some before they were all eaten."

Your heart skipped a beat as your ears burned hot again. You stared at the fruit before you slowly looked up at his eyes. He was staring down, seemingly too shy to meet your eyes. It was a side of him you had never seen, and you were startled by how it affected you.

Barely able to repress a smile you stood up, your voice coming out softly. "So it's you then?"

Malcolm looked up and met your eyes, raising his brow.

"The one who keeps leaving me food and water?"

"Ah...well. Yes." He cleared his throat as he walked over to your desk, setting the fruit down, all while avoiding your eyes. "I had just been noticing recently what with the damage to the ship, that you've been working a lot of over time, and that you'd been missing lunch and dinner quite often, and I was afraid you might fall ill, so I thought I might as well leave you some food to remind you to eat.

As he rambled with a nervousness you had never seen, your heart was fluttering as you felt touched by his sudden caring side.

"Thank you Malcolm." You said softly, causing him to stop rambling and finally meet your eyes.

When he saw the soft expression on your face, he felt his heart melt in his chest.

"Well, you're welcome."

You smiled as you looked down at the fruit "How- how did you know what my favorite fruit was, or my favorite candy bar, well, everything you've been leaving for me has been my favorite."

Malcolm smiled, forcing away any embarrassment he might be feeling. "I know quite a lot about you actually. Things I've...noticed about you recently."

"Noticed? Like what?"

His eyes seemed to roam your face for a second and you felt vulnerable. But his face remained soft, as he smiled.

"Like how you take your coffee and tea, and how you always close your eyes when you take a drink of it. The way you walk the long way around to your station so you can check on everyone first. Or how you get so lost in your work you forget to take care of yourself."

There was a tone in his voice with this last sentence, that made it seem as though he was chastising you. But the smile on his face told you he was worried for you.

"Out of the two of us, who was the one who collapsed due to sleep deprivation?"

Malcolm chuckled "Touché."

You smiled "Thank you, for caring, it's kind of surprising really, I thought-"

"That I didn't like you?"

"Well, I at least thought you weren't very fond of me"

He smiled "I wasn't once. But then I started to see you for who you really are, and now, well now I'm much more than fond of you."

You smiled at each other as your eyes remained locked for a moment, taking the moment, you spoke softly. "I'm quite fond of you too actually."

"Is that so?" He questioned with a raise of his brow, his grin widening.

"Yes. As annoying as you can be, you are quite charming."

He chuckled "I'm sorry for all the teasing."

You shook your head with a soft laugh "It's alright, in a way, the teasing is what made me realize I liked you."

"Well then I wont stop."

You chuckled and shook your head with light bewilderment.

He grinned at you and cleared his throat "Well, are you still working or...would you like to accompany me to the dining hall? There's still time to eat, if you want."

"With you?"

"Yes, with me."

You smiled widely at him "I'd love too."

xx End xx

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Fairytale ShuAke AU time😎

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Ren climbs out from beneath the gigantic door of the stone palace and gets onto his feet. He looks at his surroundings and rubs the back of his head.

“Wherever that beanstalk to me to… it probably isn’t good to stay here. This place is huge, but it might be abandoned…”

Ren advances onward into the giant castle, admiring the furniture and the windows, which were covered in stained glass. The castle was in very good shape. He began wondering if the place was truly abandoned, or if something more sinister lurked within.

“Hmm?”

Ren’s attention turns to a room that’s labeled, “Treasure Storage”. Treasure? That could help his and Sojiro’s farm recover! Surely he could take some if no one was here to claim it, right? His curiosity gets the better of him as he walks up to the door.

“This is perfect… I should take a few, just to play it safe and-“

“Who dares enter MY castle without being invited?!”

An unknown voice suddenly rattles the walls and shakes the ground. Ren turns to look across the hall as a gigantic shadow steps down the stairs. He turns to find a place to hide as the figure draws nearer. He finds a potted plant in the corner of the hall. Maybe, if he can sprint there in time, he’ll be able to make it-

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Ren’s blood runs cold. He turns around as heavy, thundering footsteps come up from behind. He looks up, up, up, a dark shadow looming over him as the figure stares him down with crimson daggers.

*This castle was never abandoned… the owner of it is a giant…!*

~

“Well, well… I thought I heard a little mouse skittering around. It turns out there’s a *thief* sneaking about *my* castle,” the giant states maliciously. Ren tries to slip into a crack in the wall, but he has no time before gigantic, rough digits squeeze him between them and lift him off the ground. He’s dangling before the face of the giant, as he examines the human with a disgusted look.

“Humans… arguably my *least* favorite species to run into. Why are you here?” The giant demands.

Ren grabs onto the giant’s index finger and looks him in the eyes. He’s heard stories about them… about who they are and who they’ll *eat*. He was not looking forward to having his bones ground up into powder and used as an ingredient in bread.

*Choose your words carefully. Maybe you can win him over…*

“H-hey, there…! Didn’t quite see you… living here?” Ren asks, a coy little smile over his face.

“That’s a stupid question. YES, I live here, and YOU broke in. I could crush you right here and now, you pathetic little *bug*.” The giant spat out the word “bug” as though it was a disgusting slice of fruit.

“Before you crush me, why don’t we get to know one another? Won’t you agree?” Ren questions further.

“You’re pushing your luck, *human*,” the brunette giant grumbles. “What do you want…”

“Nothing… just to, y’know, get to know you?”

Ren could tell his “charm” wasn’t necessarily working. The giant seemed even more annoyed.

“Fine. You want to know about me? My name is Goro Akechi. I absolutely *despise* humans…”

Ren gulps a bit, but he pushes forward. Akechi doesn’t seem like such a bad guy, to him. Maybe the giant’s just misunderstood.

“I’m Ren Amamiya. I live on a farm with my dad and my sister.”

Akechi suddenly lets out a laugh, deep and booming like thunder. “A farm boy?! That’s quite pathetic, if you ask me. Alright then, farm boy; humor me. What are you doing in here?”

Ren thinks for a moment. “I was hoping I could, y’know… borrow some things? Maybe a few gold pieces?”

“You’re a little thief… I had nearly forgotten.” Akechi rumbles. “How about we play a little… game?”

“Huh? Where did that come from?”

“I have a proposal for you; keep me entertained for the day. I do enjoy watching you flail about in my grasp. Perhaps you have other tiny tricks up your sleeves. If you do, I’ll let you walk away with as much gold as your pathetic little farmer hands can carry.”

“And if I… don’t?”

Akechi gives him a sinister smile. “Then I’ll get bored of you and crush you like the insignificant gnat you are! Do we have a deal~?”

Ren nervously looks away. *I have to do this… for Sojiro, and for Futaba too. They’re counting on me…!*

Ren boldly looks into the giant’s fiery red gaze and nods in agreement.

“We have a deal.”

[castielmydarling]

Suptober 2023- Day 6: Full Spread

Breakfast Time-589 words on AO3 or below Summary: Cas wakes up to find Dean made (more than enough) breakfast

Cas slowly opened his eyes. Another night sleeping, he thinks. With his inconsistent grace levels things like sleeping and eating are becoming a regular occurrence. While there’s a few side effects he dislikes about his waning grace, primarily not being able to help out much on hunts, sleeping isn’t one of them. He especially likes it now that he gets to sleep with Dean. He only wishes he could wake up with him more. 

Falling asleep in general is relatively easy. It’s the waking up part that’s the problem. While he thinks of Dean as an angry sleeper, like a bear, Dean insists that he’s worse. Dean says he tries to wake him up when he gets up but he’s always met with grumbling and ‘go away or I’ll smite you’ so he’s given up trying. He of course has no memory of this and still believes Dean to be lying. 

One good thing about Dean waking up before him is there’s always a hot pot of coffee ready. And judging by the different scents in the air there is more than just coffee waiting today. 

Cas steps into the kitchen to find an array of food spread out on the table. 

Dean looks back from the stove. “Morning, sunshine.” He says, way too chipper for the time of day. “Sit, sit.” he instructs, “I’ll bring you a cup.”

Cas sits, attempting to clear a space on the crowded table. Dean hands him his coffee, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before moving some of the platters to the counter. 

“Sorry about that.” He laughs. 

“Dean, you know Sam and Jack are gone right?” he asks, “There’s quite a bit of food here. Much more than you and I need.”

“I know,” he says, brightly. “You’ve been eating more and I thought it’s high time I made you all the best breakfast foods so you can try them, figure out what you like. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know.” He walks through the kitchen pointing out the different items. “You’ve got pancakes-plain, chocolate chips, different kinds of fruit. Waffles-belgian and regular. French toast!” He says, excited. “A couple different muffin options over here.” He points to the little muffin pile on the counter. “Then of course we got a couple different flavors of bacon and sausage. I did not make Sam’s turkey bacon because that's not bacon. If you want that you’re on your own.” He says laughing. “And last but not least, I’m going to make scrambled eggs, over easy, poached and an omelet. Lots of eggs I know but they’re all so different.”

Cas tries to take it all in. Dean woke up early and did all this, for him. He chose a day when Sam and Jack were gone so he could make this and do all this just for him. He gets up and wraps his arms around Dean, not caring if he gets his clothes dirty. 

“Thank you. For this, for everything. I love you.” He says, overcome with emotion. 

Dean tries to laugh it off. “It was nothing, Cas. We need to eat, right.” He stays in the embrace a second longer before quickly turning back to the stove. 

Cas knows he’s trying to hide the tears in his eyes so he doesn’t comment on it. 

“Ok, first up is the omelet.” He says, trying to keep his voice steady. He turns around, smiling. “You ready?”

“I am.” He’s ready for this and so much more.

[sibillascribbles08]

Okay! Finally got this done (focused on a lot of other things but I did not forget). This is the 9th prompt that @sehfi asked for (it is not letting me @ you love tumblr it's great)

Promise I'm still workin on these y'all just a bit slow going alskdjf

anyway have more dads

Raising an infant who was still relatively half turtle, maybe just a little less—approximately 43.7% according to Donnie—made it very different from raising a typical baby. Any advice they got was usually from Splinter, who raised four of these kids once, and anything Splinter couldn’t answer, Jason and Donnie would put their heads together to figure it out. 

For example, as Splinter warned them early on, the turtle gene kinda destroys the whole immobile to crawling to walking phases. Holly could crawl pretty much a day after she was born, and she got proficient at it. Jason sometimes felt bad that her “room” at present was a giant decked out tank. But given her size at the time—she fit in his palm for crying out loud—it became a necessity. Heaven knew where she’d end up if they let her wander free. 

But when she got bigger—at least big enough that Jason held her with two hands—she was allowed to scurry about the apartment with minimal supervision. And scurry she did. Any room that wasn’t closed was immediately explored. She crawled under furniture, into crevices, up a few shelves, and somehow onto the kitchen counter once. 

Jason asked Splinter if his boys ever did this. Despite the fur on his face, it was easy to imagine him sweating when he said yes. Just imagine keeping up with four of them in a sewer of all places. He assumes it's why his hair went grey so fast. 

And if she could get around like this on all fours, well, Jason dreaded what would happen when she figured out the whole bipedal thing and her hands were much more free. 

At a year and a half, Holly figured that out. Longer than usual for most babies but considering she could navigate so well on four legs, the transition to two wasn’t nearly as pressing. Evidently the motivator was trying to climb up to the table to get to the freshly fried shrimp Donnie or Jason would leave on the table. 

And, like Jason suspected, the trouble only increased.

If only he bothered to realize that her scampering around on two legs wasn’t the only concern when it came to her getting bigger. 

“Get back here!” Jason shouted after his daughter. 

Donnie laughed and encouraged Holly to run off with the big bag of fruit snacks. Damn his husband for not helping. The last thing they needed was her ripping into that package and eating herself sick, because that is something she did on the regular. And Jason would clean up the puke nine times out of ten because Donnie would get way to squeamish with it. 

Also those were his fruit snacks. 

Holly giggled as she took off down the apartment hallway toward her room, the bag crinkling as she went. Jason began to catch up, only for an arm to catch him by the stomach.

“Donnie!” He immediately snapped and tried to thrash out of the turtle’s grip. “Let go.”

“No way, she deserves a head start.”

“She is going to eat those and get sick.”

“Relax.” Donnie pulled him closer. “Let her have some fun.” 

Jason didn’t stop trying to wiggle free. “You’re going to say that until she steals your snacks. Now let go.” 

Donnie lightly shook him back and forth, teasing. 

“Quit it.” Jason snapped. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“How do you know I won’t be into that?”

“I know for a fact you are not into that, Donnie.” 

Jason felt the breath on the back of his neck before Donnie’s sharp teeth gently brushed over the skin. “Bite me and I’ll bite you.” 

Jason quit struggling but turned his head to glare. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

Donnie shrugged. “If you insist.” He sat on the floor, arm still tightly wrapped around Jase’s middle. 

Jason didn’t get a warning besides that when he felt Donnie nip at his ear. He jumped and fought to hold back his laugh. “Hey. Knock it off.” 

“Nah.” He bit his earlobe next, then trailed down his neck. They were all gentle, only enough to tickle, and that was possibly the worst part about it.

“Donnie!” Jason squeaked and tried to tug away. “You’re making me ticklish.” 

“A successful distraction.” 

“Oh yeah?” Jason managed to say despite another nip to his shoulder. He saw Holly leaning out of the door to her room. The fruit snacks were gone, but it was doubtful she’d eaten them. Perhaps she couldn’t open the bag. Or maybe Jason’s laughter caught her attention. Anytime she saw her dads having fun she just had to join in somehow. 

Donnie blew a raspberry against the back of Jason’s neck. He burst out laughing again. 

Holly scurried over—on all fours this time—her eyes wide and curious. 

“Ah, the criminal returns.” Jason held out a hand for her. “Where did your spoils go, ma’am?” 

Holly took his hand. Her four little fingers held onto his. She stared at it, then at her dads, then at his hand again. 

Then she giggled, opened her mouth wide, and bit him. 

The pain hit, hard, but thankfully it was still dulled enough by shock that Jason didn’t rip his hand away, which would have made everything worse. He just stared at his daughter, who still had her mouth on the part where his thumb meets his palm. 

“Uh,” Donnie said. “Is that—”

Jason saw the drop of red start to slide down his skin. Holly stared at him, clearly confused. Then her face twisted in disgust and she pulled back, smacking her now red lips. 

Oh, that was a lot of blood.

“Okay!” Donnie immediately scooped Jason up and carried him into the kitchen. Jason held his hand under the sink for a moment, letting water run over the injury and oh that made it sting twice as bad. As soon as he pulled it back Donnie pressed a spare dish towel over the injury. 

“Sit. Sit.” Donnie gave the demand before he simply picked Jason up again and plopped him into the kitchen chair. “I’m calling Leo.” 

“Donnie, I doubt it’s so bad—”

“Calling Leo.” He announced and walked out of the room. 

Jason pouted, but kept pressure on the injury. He heard Donnie speaking on the phone, and then Holly’s concerned whines. After a few minutes, his husband returned and carefully sat her on the counter as he worked on cleaning out her mouth. Holly protested at first, a few sharp whines and even a scream, but eventually relented. 

It was during this that Jason actually realized just how big her teeth had gotten. Not something you think about with how fast kids grow. 

Leo flashed into the apartment with a portal, a med kit tucked under his arm. 

“Man, where is it this time?” The slider already cracked a few jokes as he approached the table. “Is your daughter going to give you a scar to match the one Donnie gave you?”

“Not funny, Nardo.” Donnie snapped and picked Holly up. She clearly wanted down, waving her arms and reaching towards the floor and then towards Jase, but he didn’t loosen his grip. 

“Sorry, I’m going to make fun of that until we all die.” Leo kept grinning as he rolled his eyes. “Come on, let’s see the damage.” 

Jason let Leo work, keeping his eyes on his daughter rather than the injury in question. He didn’t really want to know how deep it was. Seeing stuff like that would still remind him of that nasty injury he got on his leg years ago. Despite how much time had passed, anything that made him think he was back in that storage room made his breathing halt. 

“Thankfully not bad enough for stitches, but you’re gonna wanna keep this clean and avoid moving your hand too much or you’ll reopen it. Hope you don’t mind some tight bandages.” Leo said before stretching out some medical tape and getting to work. 

With everything properly wrapped up, Leo stowed his supplies away and stood. “There, let me know if anything weird happens with it. As for you.” He turned toward his niece and tapped her on the nose. “Watch your chompers.”

Her answer to that bit of advice was to open her mouth and try to nip at Leo’s finger.

“Hah, apparently not.” The slider kept smiling. “Cya Tuesday Donnie.” 

“Yeah, thanks Nardo.” Donnie called after his twin as he vanished through another portal.

Jason sighed and stood. He walked over to Holly and reached out for her, but she opened her mouth again and he retreated.

She really didn’t like that, her whine shifting into tears and a wail.

“Whoa, whoa.” Donnie shifted his grip so she was laying in the crook of his elbow instead. “What’s wrong?” 

Jason frowned as he watched her. He reached out again and the tears slowed, but once again when his hand got close enough she opened her mouth. He didn’t let go, but he moved his hand away, and once again she got frustrated.

“Wait,” Jason said. “She probably thinks it’s a game.”

Donnie blinked at him. “Huh?”

“You were playfully biting me and we were laughing. She probably thinks it’s a game but she doesn’t realize how hard she’s biting.”

“Oooooh.” Donnie carefully lifted her up so she was at eye level. “Holly. No no on the biting.” He snapped his teeth again. “Yes yes with this.” He gently smooched her head. 

Holly still didn’t completely get no and yes sometimes. She knew what the words meant, of course, but sometimes it was harder to explain specifically what about her actions were a no-no. 

Thankfully even at this age she was pretty good at mirroring, so sometimes it was just a matter of repeating a behavior until it stuck. In fact, Donnie repeated himself a few times, showing the actions again. Then he shifted her around so she faced Jason.

He reached out for his daughter again. He let her take his hand. But this time instead of opening her mouth she instead pressed the bottom half of her face against it. She didn’t exactly give him a kiss. More like she just pressed her lips together and blew out some air. 

Jason snorted, then laughed. 

Her face lit up and she repeated the motion a few times.

“Okay, okay.” He took her in her arms. “Don’t do that too much. It’s so cute I might throw up.” 

“No, no, keep going.” Donnie pulled out his phone. “I need a video.” 

Holly giggled, still repeating the motion over and over again. Who knew how long it would take for her to get tired for it. 

Oh well, he could tolerate it. Her delight made the lingering pain in his hand more than worth it.

[thesunshineriptide]

Hi! I noticed your requests were open and I was wondering if I could request a story where Epel turns into a toddler because of a stupid potion error and now Vil has to take care of him until the problem is solved?

Sorry for such a delay in this request but i was caught up trying to finish up some things to get ready for whumptober/halloween month, and I was also quite honestly a little stumped on what to write. I'm not super familiar with Pomefiore, even after chapter five, so while I know the dynamic of Vil and Epel as teens I still don't know too much about them. Anyway this is all to say that this request ended up coming out a little wonky but I did my best to make it the most satisfying I could

Crimson Gold

characters: Vil, Epel, mentions of other characters Cw// children, crying, biting, mentions of riddle yelling at a child, mostly fluff

Vil Schoenheit, housewarden of Pomefiore, celebrity, supermodel, actor, singer, dancer, was currently saddled with something not wholly unexpected, but not really his favorite thing to deal with in the world

After a potion went wrong in the freshman class, Epel was reduced to a very whiny, somewhat snotty toddler.

Epel was admittedly very cute, but he was significantly less cute when he was screaming, throwing throw pillows, arguing about how they're called throw pillows, that means you should throw them, getting punished and told to sit in the corner, then promptly arguing about that and leaving the corner, and just.

Vil is exhausted. Beyond his normal exhaustion and he thinks he might be developing a wrinkle and its stressing him out, Crewel you need to work faster

He desperately wants to pass off this snotball onto Rook, but Rook is apparently busy and he doesn't trust anyone else with Epel, so, here he is, with a toddler on a leash tether, walking around campus while nursing a trenta sized cup of coffee. Black.

The looks that he gets from other students are kind of priceless, really, and he would be laughing if Epel wasn't trying to pick a flower on a wednesday in front of Riddle Rosehearts.

He fails to stop him. He also fails to mitigate the argument between a literal toddler and a figurative toddler

Epel nearly gets collared from all the screaming and Vil almost lets him before he remembers that, yes, Epel is Epel, but Epel is also an actual child right now, so maybe not the giant magic stocks for the baby

Eventually he gets Epel to settle down though, and sit while he carves him an apple. Epel is generally speaking much better at making fun shapes out of fruit, but Vil's slightly wonky apple swan will have to do for now.

Epel is thoroughly delighted by this, anyway, and he actually mellows out after eating. Who knew all you needed to do to get a child to behave is apply fruit? Not Vil, but he also never had to deal with misbehaving children

He's beginning to understand why Crewel made him take Epel though. Dog mama cant take a disobedient pup

Epel almost gets kidnapped by the other dorms though.

Leona shows up looking for Epel for spelldrive practice, and as much as he says he doesn't like kids, he's basically Epel's extra dad now and was very much ready to take him off Vil's hands, to which Vil said no because maybe don't take toddler to spelldrive??

Diasomnia (Lilia) also tried to come steal Epel because Human Child On Premises? Dibs. Vil, again, does not hand over Epel.

The third dorm to show up is Octavinelle, and it's actually because Jade came to consult Vil about potionology and Azul just sort of happened to be there. Vil chatted with Jade for a bit while Azul entertained the child (holy shit, someone who can deal with Epel's biting? He isnt even flinching, what is Azul made of-) however Vil packs up Epel fast when Floyd noticed them and practically ran from them. Floyd chased but eventually he lost them and gave up

Kalim also tried to steal Epel by inviting them over to throw a party. Vil just politely said no and left. Unfortunately, Epel escaped his tether and ran off. Jamil brought him back though not to worry

Dinner eventually came around and Vil had never felt more relieved. He just had to make it through the rest of tonight, and then in the morning the counterpotion would be ready and Epel would go back to his normal level of being troublesome.

"Alright, into bed you go." Vil said tiredly, placing down the sleepy toddler. “In the morning, everything will be right again.” Epel’s thumb found it’s way into his mouth, to which Vil immediately tried to get him to stop. This resulted in an ear splitting screech and Vil giving up. “If you insist, little Spudling. Now, do you need anything before bed?”

“Story!” Epel cried, kicking his little legs around, “Please.” He added.

Vil sighed and let out a little laugh before settling down on the bed beside little Epel, “A story, was it? Alright, I suppose I have one for you.”

“Once upon a time, long long ago, lived a very beautiful queen, who everyone praised for her leadership. She was thoughtful to others, including raising the kings daughter of a previous wife as her own. She was beloved by everyone, including animals, and worked tirelessly to be her best self.”

Epel yawned and his eyes began to droop. He snuggled in close next to Vil, gripping to his arm to keep him from leaving. Vil smiled softly, petting his hair gently.

“The fairest queen wasn’t always that way, though. Once, she was common folk. She rode horses and dented to plants and made her own bread every morning. She was wild and free. Do you know how she became queen?”

Epel shook his head a little, though it was more of a nuzzle. Vil laughed and quieted his voice slightly, “Well, once day, while she was out for a horse ride, she saved the kings daughter. The king was so overwhelmed with relief that he proposed in an instant.”

“Ew.” Epel mumbled, “Not mushy stuff.”

“Yes mushy stuff.” Vil said, “Mushy stuff is good. It made her unlock her full potential, and she became one of the great seven.”

Epel managed to finally fall asleep, and Vil let out a sigh of relief. He gently pet the toddler’s soft pink hair, thinking about the events of the day. Maybe…this was good. For them. If Epel remembered it. The biting though….Pomefiore has a lot of apology letters to send out.

[willbereturningshortly]

Kindred (Part 1) - Neteyam/OC fic

Hello all! Thought I'd take a chance at writing my own Neteyam fic. He's aged up a bit in this (18-20) and whilst it's not a reader insert, it is an OC. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: None

The first time he had laid eyes on her, Neteyam swore his world shifted.

His day had begun like all others since they had arrived in Awa'atlu. He had been quite impressed with the progress he and siblings had made learning to swim and hold their breath. It was a welcome challenge for the young warrior who had all but excelled at anything he had put his mind to. He had felt the progression in his body, able to wait for air longer and longer each time he trained with Tsireya, and enjoyed the seeds of his labor. 

While Awa'atlu was warm and adventurous, it was not his home. The strings of his heart still pulled for his forest, his friends, and his grandmother. He’d never voice it out loud, but Neteyam missed home. 

Neteyam was a good son, something he prided himself with. He was the first child, the first boy, and should have been the eventual Olo'eyktan. He followed his fathers every order, hoping to dutifully please him and earn his respect. At his age, he should have been training, preparing, and learning how to be a leader of the Omaticaya; not learning to hold his breath. But the sky people had been relentless and it was his duty to leave his clan and be with his family. 

It was because of this predicament he was cursing Lo’ak to no end. 

Lo’ak the younger who made it his life's goal to ruin any peace Neteyam could have. On another of his adventures, Tuk had screamed at him. While she had tried to follow, he eventually evaded her and it would be dark soon. He knew who would take the brunt of his fathers disappointment, so he chose to avoid it by finding his brother before he did anything stupid.

He had taken off on his ilu in search of Lo’ak, ready to wring his neck for the amount of worry and strain he’d put on his body. It wasn’t far, not really. Lo’ak was able to enjoy his youth with seemingly no care for his family, while Neteyam shouldered all of the responsibility. 

He was tired, hungry, and needed a break. He knew he had ventured too far when he remembered what Tsireya had warned about the waters turning darker and deeper. Akulas lived in these waters, and he would rather not become food for the beast if he could help it. 

When he had first spotted the lone island miles away from Awa'atlu, he had steered his ilu toward it, hoping to regroup and readjust his location. Perhaps Lo’ak had even grown tired of his stupid games and gone home. 

“Fifya,” He whispered, guiding his ilu toward the seemingly empty place. He had spotted some yovo and hoped to enjoy the snack before he ventured onward. 

Petting the creature as he jumped off, he headed toward the trees, so unlike his forest back home. His body ached and the sun bearing down on his foreign skin had caused him to feel nearly exhausted.

“Just for a moment.” He said to himself, hoping to find something to eat and leave. As he grew closer to the clump of trees in the middle of the island, his eyes widened in disbelief. Lines of trees littered with bladder polyps, yovo, and spartan fruit appeared before him. Thanking Eywa for his luck, he climbed the shortest tree he could find and picked the ripest of the spartan fruits. Smiling to himself, Neteyam enjoyed the treat, eating unabashedly, the nectar of the fruits dripping down his chin. How wonderful Eywa was to gift him this moment. 

He closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet taste and felt some of his earlier agitation slip away. He was almost a man grown and he’d nearly had a temper tantrum because he was hungry. Grinning to himself, he turned to make his way back to his ilu and froze in his place.

Neteyams mouth dropped slightly in surprise. The island wasn’t as deserted as he had initially thought. 

Standing in front of him was a young child-No!

 A woman. 

A woman he could tell by her figure, just smaller than most women he had seen with the Omatikaya. 

She looked similar to himself, a deep blue like his family and unlike the sea dwellers here. Neteyam swore he’d never seen anyone more beautiful as her long dark hair fell around her shoulders, the front simply pinned back. She was small, he noted again, only a little taller than Tuk. Her large rounded eyes, yellow in color,  looked upon him in shock…and fear. 

Neteyam had never seen a more magnificent creature and it bothered him that she looked so afraid. He held his hands up slowly, a small smile forming on his face.  He pressed his fingers to his brow, sweeping it down to the bridge of his nose in greeting. “I see you,” He said, hoping the greeting would appease the girl. He tapped his chest. “Omatikaya.” 

The girl didn’t budge, seemingly frozen in place, and continued staring at him wide eyed. He waited a moment to see if she’d respond in any way at all. When she did not, he took a small step forward.

And she stepped back.

Tilting his head at her reaction, he frowned. “I am Neteyam.” Silence. “I apologize if this is your home. I did not mean to steal.”  More silence. 

Neteyam eyed her again, still struck by her beauty. She looked soft and womanly and very different to the warrior women he had grown alongside back home. “What clan are you from?” He asked, hoping he could pry something out of her.

The girl refused to respond. At this point he was beginning to feel a little insulted. It wasn’t common to face such rudeness on Pandora when greeted traditionally. But Neteyam was nothing if not persistent. “I’m looking for my brother, I didn't mean to disturb you.”

A sound near the shore drew his attention away for a moment. Lo’ak! The skxawng was riding his ilu along with Rotxo, whooping and hollering as they went by. 

Neteyam, tormented between speaking to the girl and chasing after his foolish brother, sided with his duty and sighed. He turned to her again, smiling at her shyly. “That is my brother.” The girl turned to look at the young boys, unimpressed by their show. 

Keeping a wide berth between them so as not to frighten her more, Neteyam walked backward toward the shore. He patted his chest once more. “Neteyam.”

When he turned to leave, a small melodic voice trailed after him. “Reyki.” 

Neteyam turned to her with a smile. “Reyki.” He repeated. “It’s nice.”

Seemingly remembering her previous stoicism, the girl straightened her shoulders and quickly took off toward the trees with fruits. Neteyam felt an urge to chase after her but remembered why he had been there in the first place. With one last look at her retreating form, he turned to the shores to strangle Lo’ak before his father had the chance.

[soft-bellied-tannies]

The Heaviest of Sympathies

Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ ABO/Mpreg ⚠️

Jimin sat down his boyfriends one day and asked them an unexpected question - how would they feel about him being a surrogate for Hoseok and Yoongi? The beta couple had asked their closest omega friend to carry a baby for them with all expenses covered. Taehyung and Jungkook both supported him, saying it was his body and his decision. They knew it would be quite a while before they considered children of their own so why not give their friends the best gift possible.

Things moved so quickly after that and within weeks, Jimin was pregnant and absolutely glowing. Their friends gave them an endless budget for whatever Jimin could possibly need and his alphas were amazing - taking care of everything he needed. However, there were two very unexpected things for the alphas.

1. Their attraction to Jimin’s new figure

Jimin’s body filled out perfectly - beautiful curves, soft thighs, wide hips. He was stunning in their eyes with each little bit he grew.

2. Jimin’s insanely intense cravings

Jimin went through major phases of sickness and aversion pairing with massive cravings which created a weird landscape in their kitchen.

One day, Jimin would need something very specific like choco pies so badly he could cry. He would go to the store and buy at least three or four boxes, thinking that he would be eating them for days. A few would be eaten that day and then the next morning, the sight of chocolate would have him heaving over the toilet with nausea. He tried his best not to let it bother him and always reasoned that he had two alphas at home to eat the rest so it would never go to waste.

Jimin had no idea how true that statement would become in a few months time.

Taehyung and Jungkook spent the entire pregnancy so focused on Jimin’s needs that neither of them seemed to notice his little routine of buying and not finishing his cravings. The foods he wanted were all over the place so it never seemed like they were constantly stuffing sweets that were sitting around because one week it would be watermelon then spicy tteokbokki then hotteok then right back to fruit. It was oddly balanced but filling nonetheless.

After Jimin gave birth, his omega genetics kicked right in. He was pumping for the couple and the normal amount of pregnancy weight he put on fell right off. He was able to be more active again and the nightmarish cravings were gone. A little bit of fat stuck around his ass which he was not complaining about, but the rest went within a few months - his slim waist and toned thighs looking back at him in the mirror filled his confidence back up to the top.

An interesting development, however, was the fact that his boyfriends’ added weight, another victim of his cravings, was not really falling off quite the same way. Actually, it wasn’t falling off…at all. To Jimin’s surprise, he was pretty happy about it - sympathy weight is what the internet had told him when he went down a rabbit hole of alphas experiencing symptoms during their omega’s pregnancy. Whatever it was called, Jimin was into it.

The most surprising part of it all was the fact that Jimin did not think his alphas had necessarily noticed their new weight. He would admit that the weight was different on both of them, but it was definitely there and no one had said a word about it yet. He had no intentions of bringing it up though, happy to ogle his boyfriends on his own private time.

Jungkook’s weight was all belly. When the alpha was wearing a hoodie, someone probably wouldn’t even notice because his workout regimen had continued the same as always. His arms and legs were muscular as always, toned and strong. The difference now was the soft pudge in the middle where his washboard abs used to be. Jimin loved when Jungkook wore one of his tighter workout shirts around the house because his belly fought against the fabric in way that highlighted his softness perfectly.

It looked like the alpha was permanently bloated after a big meal, rounding out around his belly button that squished into the countertop when he made his protein shake or brushed his teeth. Jimin’s favorite thing was when the alpha walked out of their bedroom in the morning, stretching his arms above his head in his shirtless glory - belly pushing forward slightly when he arched his back giving Jimin the perfect view.

Taehyung, on the other hand, simply had a new layer of softness spread across his body. While Jungkook had always been a gym bunny, Jimin’s other alpha could not care less about fitness. He was their sweet, newly soft, artist who spent his days in his attic studio painting and doing pottery. Taehyung simply had a metabolism that had managed to keep up with him until now. His thighs were a little softer, his ass was a little wider, his belly was a little rounder - it was just a new layer all around.

Jimin noticed that the ties on his smock emphasized his new shape very well, often leaving the omega staring at his boyfriend while he sat in front of his pottery wheel. Taehyung’s cheeks had a little puffiness to them that was adorably noticeable when he smiled. The most exercise Taehyung got was walking Yeontan and that was certainly helping his figure remain heavier for Jimin’s viewing pleasure.

He planned to let his alphas stay exactly the way they were and happily admire their softness. That was until he got called out unexpectedly. Jungkook was standing in the kitchen reading their mail when Jimin got home from work. He slipped in between the small space between the alpha and the counter, popping a kiss onto his lips. The alpha immediately abandoned the mail and wrapped his arms around his omega. After quietly saying hello, the pair just stood in each other’s arms, but Jimin could not resist.

His hands found the alpha’s sides and he rubbed gently back and forth, silently admiring the softness of Jungkook’s belly. The comment honestly caught him so off guard that he didn’t even realize he had been spoken to at first.

“I guess Taehyung was right.”

“Hmm?”

Jungkook laughed, lifting Jimin up onto the counter with ease, stepping closer until his belly was caged between the omega’s thighs. “I said, Taehyungie was right.”

“Right about what?”

“Our boyfriend is a chubby chaser.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped at the statement and the smirk on Jungkook’s face. He stuttered for a moment with wide eyes and pink cheeks before he tried to deny it. “What the hell, no, I’m not. That…I…what does that even mean?”

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hands and brought them to his stomach. “It means that you like that your alphas have put on weight. Because of you might I remind you.”

“I-I…that…this is not my fault,” Jimin replied with a pout even though he was in no rush to take his hands off the alpha’s belly.

“Isn’t it? All those cravings stockpiled had to go somewhere. You know perfectly well where it went.”

“But I just…I couldn’t help it.”

Jungkook huffed a deep laugh and kissed Jimin softly. “Yeah, neither could we. Pretty obvious, huh?”

Jimin blushed again at the alpha directly addressing his new shape. “I…um…I think you look great.”

“Just great?”

“I mean, I think you both look perfect no matter what.”

The smirk on Jungkook’s smile slid into a tender smile. “We know, Minnie. I feel the same about both of you. It just seems pretty clear that you have been admiring us lately. It’s okay that you like it. You know that, right?”

“I mean, yeah, I think…yes, I know it is, especially if you both are happy. I don’t know, Tae looks so happy and carefree and so damn attractive. And you, my god - you are so strong and sturdy and safe. I love it. My omega loves it.”

“You are so fucking cute,” Jungkook praised, kissing him yet again. They didn’t pull apart until they heard the stairs creaking with footsteps coming down from the attic. “Speaking of sturdy…”

Jimin burst into laughter, hiding his face in the alpha’s shoulder at his comment.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just talking about how sturdy you are, babe.”

“Oh, fuck off, chubby bunny.”

“Yeah, yeah, tubby. We both know who still fits into his pants here,” Jungkook said, lifting Taehyung’s shirt to reveal one of Jimin’s hair ties holding the button closed.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with wide eyes, not realizing how hot the sight was. He didn’t notice both his alphas staring at him with loving yet teasing expressions.

“See, what did I tell you - Minnie is totally a chubby chaser,” Taehyung quipped, stepping closer and squeezing a handful of Jungkook’s belly.

“I am not!” Jimin cried, smacking the alpha on the shoulder. “I just…I just love you both a lot. That’s all it is.”

“Mhmm, sure, sure, baby,” Taehyung responded followed by a kiss, smiling at Jimin’s blush that was spreading to his ears and neck.

Jungkook shared a quick glance with Taehyung before grabbing Jimin by the waist and hoisting him over his shoulder. The omega shrieked and started giggling as he smacked the alpha’s ass. “Come on, you kinky little thing, you can feel us up in the shower.”

“Oh my God! I’m not a chubby chaser!

[yuufujimaru]

Thanks for your story. I really am enjoying it. I have one question and one story request. Who is in relationships? If there are spoilers feel free to skip, but I am curious if I have figured some out implied ones? I keep debating if it is supposed to be ship tease or good friendship. Even if it is obvious like Hiro's. Also the story request is Lilia's reaction to Silver taking his last name. Silver didn't claim it at the feast in the beginning so it happened while at Hogwarts. Thank you again.

Story request below!

Relationships!

Floyd/Azul/Jade: They are all they have in the Coral Sea and while they have friends in Night Raven once they head back to the sea they need to establish themselves and it will be a while before they can go back.

Jamil/Kalim: It's complicated but they are working on it, it's mostly Kalim that is really trying to change and Jamil trying to understand him

Hiro/Crewel: They Fuck, very obvious and very, very noticeable they are dating.

Anymore you have feel free to tell me the implied ones you thought of, other than that they are good friendships! I tend to write without much thought and sometimes implied things get put in their because of the flow of my writing.

All this Pomp.

Lilia never understood it, not even after becoming the most decorated war hero in the Valley.

He hated it with a passion to be quite frank and with that he had decided that once the official first dance was finished he was going to make it a proper dance for him and his sweet boy.

His boy...Silver..

He shifted in spot as Yuu's godfather began to grill the idiot of a minister, the former war hero smirking into his drink as he looked about to piss his pants...quite the sight indeed. He chuckled just as the first of the champions began to enter, smirking at the sight of people gasping at the Granger girl, happy that she looked confident and that Yuu followed his advice on attempting to make peace with the girl before he left.

He knew it would eat the boy up.

Sighing he took another drink of his fruit punch as Trey and Fleur entered the girl smiling at her partner who patted her arm in assurance as they took their spot on the dance floor.

They where a good match, but Lilia knew that Trey saw her as another sister figure and he would let her down gently.

They weren't staying and he wasn't to lead on one after all.

"Hoo boy," Cater smirked as Harry and his date entered, Lilia snorting along with Vil and Leona as they looked at the boy who looked so confused and lost.

Like a puppy.

He felt a bit bad for him really, but then again he and Yuu never did get along and the boy was a bit air headed so...eh. You get what you get.

Lilia leaned back next to Sebek and Malleus, eyes narrowed as Cedric entered, the boy having ignored Yuu for the last few months despite them supposedly being good friends.

He would need to talk to the boy about it later, their separation was not handled correctly and he was not going to let it slide.

Now for his boy and Yuu-

“Yuu Fujimaru and Silver Vanrouge!”

Lilia froze, Sebek turned to him with a big smile like he knew about it and Malleus smiled into his drink as Lilia locked eyes on his boy's body.

Silver...Vanrouge?

Vanrouge.

Vanrouge.

His last name.

He took his last name.

His boy finally took his last name.

Lilia felt a smile break out onto his face as Malleus clapped him on the back and he turned to him, his smile seemingly etched on as he blushed happily, elated for the first time in forever.

"From the day you brought him to the Castle to now, he has always been a Vanrouge, but these people gave him the push he needed to finally accept that YOUR name is HIS," Malleus told him, Lilia feeling tears welling up in his eyes as the accusations of him ...stealing ...bewitching ...charming Silver to be his son came back. He had never seen Silver so angered and upset, he had yelled for the first time in years, had threatened bodily harm..

Lilia had tried to calm the boy down and offer to do tests, but Silver had always refused; saying they had nothing to prove as he was his father and he was going to show them all.

And he did.

"That's...that's my son," he nodded, happy as the dance ended and they bowed before their partners.

"And that's my little brother," Malleus smiled, stepping back as Lilia turned to his son who was speaking to Yuu.

Well...time to do his fatherly duties!

He noted Luna and Floyd heading out onto the dance floor and snickered at the sight of them trying to keep up with the...floof of the night.

“They are so cute together,” Lilia snickered as he popped beside the champion and partner, looking at Floyd and Luna who were struggling to keep up with the pomp before Lilia had enough. “Time to crash this old fest,” he snickered as Silver groaned. He locked eyes with his son, winking before heading to the stage; he knew his boy would follow him.

“Old Man,” he hissed, following him as he reached the stage and began to play the bass.

"Yes my son," he smiled, just as Cater came up. "...I love you."

"...I love you to father," Silver smiled, stepping back as he began to play in earnest with Cater and Kalim.

What a wonderful this was shaping out to be!