#he is so misunderstood and i WILL NOT STAND FOR IT i am now his lawyer

[lilflowerpot]

so you've talked a bit about Voltron and Last Airbender on this blog, and I was wondering about what both the galra populace in general and Lotor specifically would think of Zuko's refusal to fight his father. would it be viewed as noble or as disrespect/cowardice?

Zuko's conduct would be considered noble, but Ozai's was disgraceful.

Zuko: "If I'm going to lead this nation one day, don't you think I need to start learning as much as I can?"

One of the very first things we see of the events leading up to the Agni Kai, is Zuko's reasoning for even being present in that war council in the first place: he is determined to learn from his father and those whose council the Fire Lord keeps, so that he himself may be properly prepared to wear the Fire Nation crown when that burden ultimately falls to him. This is not only noble, but dutiful too, and shows an incredible level of self-awareness & responsibility given that Zuko was only t h i r t e e n at the time.

When one of Ozai's Generals explains his plan to sacrifice a division of entirely new recruits to an Earth Kingdom battalion, intending to use them as a diversion with the self-confessed expectation that they will all fail and die, Zuko's response is one of outrage—

Zuko: "You can't sacrifice an entire division like that! Those soldiers love and defend our nation! How can you betray them?"

—and this is exceedingly telling of his moral character. Where all the veterans in that room take this to be an acceptable loss (and the General who suggested it in fact seeming quite perversely pleased with the idea), Zuko views these untested greenhorns not as pieces on a board, but people; his father's people, one day his people, and though everyone in that room sees great value in them and their loyalty to the Fire Nation, Zuko alone thinks not of how to exploit this but rather how to be worthy of their devotion rather than see it misplaced.

So from a galra perspective, Zuko has many of the qualities that I previously expressed would win Keith favour:

straightforward without a taste (let alone the aptitude) for mind-games

stands with absolute conviction and is willing to fight for what he believes in

kind, considerate, and loyal

Iroh: "The Fire Lord became very angry with him. He said that Prince Zuko's challenge of the General was an act of complete disrespect, and there was only one way to resolve this. [Agni Kai, a fire duel.] Zuko looked upon the old general he had insulted and declared that he was not afraid, but Zuko misunderstood. When he turned to face his opponent, he was surprised to see it was not the General. Zuko had spoken out against the General's plan, but by doing so in the Fire Lord's war room, it was the Fire Lord whom he had disrespected."

Now this is actually crucial to understanding Zuko's character and sense of loyalty, because he never intended to disrespect his father, and frankly I don't think he had any idea that Ozai had even taken offence until he was stood across from from at the Agni Kai.

Zuko: "Please, Father! I only had the Fire Nation's best interest at heart! I'm sorry I spoke out of turn!" Ozai: "You will fight for your honour." Zuko, falling to his knees, head bowed: "I meant you no disrespect! I am your loyal son." Ozai: "Rise and fight, Prince Zuko." Zuko: "I won't fight you." Ozai: "You will learn respect, and suffering will be your teacher."

By the end of this exchange, Zuko is on his knees, tears literally streaming down his face, and trembling like a leaf. He is terrified, and yet, despite that, we are explicitly told that Zuko outright refused to fight his father—nor did he resist in any other manner, or so we can assume by the placement of his burn scar being the entire front half of his face, rather than on his arm had he shielded himself, or on his back had he run—and thus Ozai further condemns him, claiming that Zuko's refusal to fight him had been a display of "shameful weakness."

This would be significant to the Galra threefold.

For one, and I cannot stress this enough, Zuko was a child. As I've reiterated a thousand times children are precious to the galra, immeasurably so, and therefore to raise a single hand to a child is grave offence, but to not only burn them so severely that it scars, but make a public show of it?? That kind of cruelty is an outrage. If Zuko was wrong, he deserved to be corrected and educated (something he himself actively sought hence his attending the meeting in the first place!), not mutilated.

For another, there's the scar itself. Horrific as the circumstances surrounding its acquisition were, from a galra perspective Zuko's handling of the situation was befitting of the greatest of warriors. Imperial attitude towards scars are such that they are generally considered badges of honour: something to be revered and even reveled in. A scar is the mark of a battle survived, and in fact, the only instance in which a scar might be treated with disdain is if it were on one’s back, as this might imply either foolishness for having turned away from your enemy, or, worse yet, cowardice due to the bearer having tried to flee rather than fight. Zuko, however, despite his youth, despite his fear, despite not deserving it in the slightest,,, faced his father head on and accepted Imperial judgment. There are fully-fledged warriors ten times his age that would struggle to do the same, and that alone is worthy of the highest commendation.

While the galra would consider the Agni Kai itself a perfectly acceptable method of resolving an otherwise unsolvable dispute, the bare minimum one would expect would be each participant knowing who the other was and on exactly what grounds the challenge was set. So finally, even if Zuko were an adult who spoke out against a plan that his Emperor endorsed, he did so without knowing that his Emperor endorsed it: Ozai at no point made this clear, we know from context that this was Zuko's first time in the war room (so he had no prior frame of reference for what was / wasn't appropriate), and upon learning that his father had taken offence he immediately //throws himself at his feet in sincere apology and pleads for mercy//... there were several steps that should have been taken before resorting to rite of combat, and Ozai disregarded each and every one in favour of making a malicious point. It wasn't behaviour befitting of any galra in a position of power, but least of all the Emperor.

Ultimately, the galra consider it the Emperor's duty (or, in this case, the Fire Lord's) to serve and protect the Empire and all its citizens; yes, sometimes this is going to come at a steep cost, and yes, sometimes the good of the many may indeed come at the cost of the few, but irrespective of whether Zuko's opinion at the war council was right or wrong, Ozai's reaction was entirely disproportionate. For all the galra are a people with a strong sense of loyalty to their Emperor/Empress, this is something that’s supposed to go both ways, so they will remain loyal to their Monarch only for so long as said Monarch is loyal to their people in return, and absolutely nothing about Ozai's conduct surrounding the Agni Kai indicated that this was the case.

Tldr; Ozai's a POS, thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[mrkvhs]

nobody understands chris redfield the way that i understand chris redfield . amen

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Part 3 to Truth or Dare and Truth or Dare Part 2

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader, Soap

Summary: After being so rudely interrupted in the middle of you and your lieutenant's tryst, but he made a promise. "This isn't over." You hope that he plans to keep it, but when? Things might have to wait as you are assigned to a mission with him. But when being close proves to much, will both of you be able to hold off on your lust or will you succumb to all that tension?

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings:

Part 4: READ HERE

Lt. Riley storms out of the munitions depot seething with frustration as he searches for the private waiting to relay Price’s message to him. Of all the fucking times to be interrupted, why in the hell did it have to be this one time when he was so close to exploring the depths of what the connection sparked between you could bring. Now he is left with nothing but anger and a sizeable bulge in his pants that he has to discreetly readjust before anyone can catch him hard as a fucking rock.

That piercing brown gaze locates the private standing against the side of the building a few feet from the door, his face red, his jaw tense, brow wrinkled up as if he is deep in thought about his predicament at having seen something he shouldn’t. The poor boy has no time to react as heavy-booted steps quickly approach before the lieutenant grabs him by the shoulders and pins him to the wall, glaring at him intimidatingly down through the holes of his mask. 

“Let’s get one thing fuckin’ straight, yeah? ‘Fore I let ya go ‘bout your business,” he says, his tone firm and menacing. “I’m only gonna say this once, so ya best listen up. Ya didn’t see a damn thing back there, nothin’ at all, got it private? It’s in your best interest to rid your mind of anything ya think ya might have misunderstood or there will be consequences that ya may not like. Is that clear?”

The private is visibly shaken by his threatening warning and struggles to speak. 

Dropping his voice, the lieutenant leans in. “Is. That. Clear?”

Quickly the private collects himself so that he can answer, if only to be released from the lieutenant’s fury. “Y-yes, s-sir,” he confirms. 

His answer seems satisfactory enough; Lt. Riley is sure his intimidation has done the trick to keep the boy quiet and he gives him a nod of approval. “Now,” the lieutenant says as he releases the scared private and sets him up straight before stepping back, “ya said Price is lookin’ for me? Did he mention what for?” 

“Y-yes sir,” he nods, his voice still shaky, but slowly calming down. “It’s about mission a-assignments.”

“Good man, you’re dismissed.”

With that the private scurries away as fast as he can to leave the lieutenant alone, ready to head towards Price’s office to see what this is all about. He gives one last, lingering glance back at the building, wishing he could just run back inside and pick up where he left off, but he steps off back across base back to where he had just been a little while before. 

As he walks he can’t help but wonder how much time is going to pass before he will get the chance to see you again. Who knows what this round of missions will hold; it could be weeks or months of being separated before you both get another opportunity like this.

With a sigh he heads into Captain Price’s office with no expectations other than the same routine that he is accustomed to: get in, get out, job well done. Yet as the lieutenant sits there listening to Price go into detail about the plans for what will be expected on this mission, he catches something that he thinks he’s misheard.

“Sir,” Lt. Riley cuts Price off in the middle of his thought, “can you repeat that last bit.”

Price raises an eyebrow; it isn’t like his lieutenant to interject like this. “Said since I’m wantin’ ya to take a group of the recruits out, I am sendin’ two sergeants with ya: Mactavish and our esteemed female sergeant that you just presumably saw. Help keep ‘em in line to make sure this isn’t a bust.”

The lieutenant’s heart skips a beat as the captain continues on with the brief synopsis of things that will get hashed out over the next days until departure, but Lt. Riley hears very little. Fuck, this is somehow both better and worse than being apart for any length of time. How the hell is he  supposed to stay sane when in such close proximity to you?

It’s a couple of hours before he is able to get away from under the discerning eyes of the captain, tasked with telling you about this new development in the morning. The thought alone of seeing you again keeps him up for most of the night as he runs over scenarios in his mind. You’re both soldiers highly trained in what you do, taught how to put things aside to focus on the task at hand; it should be fine, right? And yet… his skin still burns to feel yours against it.  

That doesn’t sound like he’ll be fine. He wonders if you’ll be just as miserable too?

The lieutenant decides that it is best to talk to you during your time training the recruits, hopeful that with so many people present it will keep you both tame. He makes his way to the range about midday and as he approaches he catches you in the middle of giving orders to a couple of recruits at the end of the range. Instead of announcing his presence immediately, he allows himself a few seconds just to watch you, his eyes following every curve of your body that he can catch even through your clothes. 

There’s no sign anything is amiss until you notice a few recruits are now distracted and no longer participating in the current activity and you follow their eyeline to see the lieutenant standing not far from the group. He nods his head to you in beckoning to come to him and immediately you can feel the heat in your cheeks blossoming until they are glowing warm. 

What could he want? you wonder to yourself.

Turning back to your bunch of recruits, you give your order so that you won’t be disturbed while you go see what’s up. “Continue on for a few rounds, switching partners every empty clip while I speak with Lt. Riley,” you bark and they immediately fall into line. “And I have my eyes on you so don’t fuck anything up. Got it?” 

A round of yes ma’ams trail behind you as you make your anxious way over to the lieutenant, the rapidly thudding beat of your heart making your steps brisk. Even from here you can see his hands gripping onto the straps of his tactical vest, knuckles almost white, as if he is struggling to stay composed. Your eyes meet as you near and all that intensity comes flooding right back into your body to leave you aching with a need to get closer, though you force yourself to stop with a bit of distance still between you. 

“Yes, sir?” you ask, pausing to swallow to keep your voice steady. “How can I help you?”

“Word from Price,” he answers as his eyes inadvertently begin to gravitate to your mouth before he forcefully guides them away. “Mission assignment for next week. You, Soap, and several of the more seasoned recruits will be with me on recon for a few weeks. Nothin’ too intense, should be an easy enough job.”

“Oh?” you say in stunned surprise as your breath hitches. This is the one thing you hadn’t accounted for being a problem so soon, being stuck together on a mission with all this built-up attraction still so hot and heavy between you. 

Things are about to get a lot harder and you hope you can make it through without incident.

You must be blushing something fierce now as you can feel it burning in your face the more you contemplate your predicament. In the middle of your thought you notice the lieutenant quickly glance at the group of recruits to your back to be sure they are occupied completely as he steps in towards you and reaches up to swiftly stroke his gloved fingers against the side of your cheek before anyone sees him do it. It takes everything in you not to turn into a puddle at his feet from the contact.

As he brings his hand away from your face, he steps in even more and leans his head down until his mouth is near your ear. “I swear I’m gonna remedy this fuckin’ thing between us soon as I can,” he says in a guttural, breathy whisper as he places a quick kiss to your face with his mask-covered lips. “Just hang on a bit longer. You can do that for me, yeah? Just a couple weeks and then you’re mine.”

He doesn’t know why he just did that, it’s too risky to pull off such a stunt in the open like this, but it seems to be an automatic reaction the way any part of his body simply wants to get closer to you. Though he enjoys it, it is a bit unnerving that he can’t seem to control himself when you are around. Clearing his throat, he shifts back into that detached facade to hide behind until he can put some distance between you.

“We will be ready to deploy Tuesday, 1300 hours. Price will send for you to brief on all necessaries,” he says as he stands back upright. “We’ll just have ta fuckin’ try and keep this under control, yeah?”

You nod silently.

Having finished relaying the information he hurriedly exits, leaving you alone to collect yourself so that you can get through the rest of your day, but that is a monumental task in itself now. If this is the reaction you both have whenever you’re near, what will the weeks you’ll be stuck together bring? You hope you can deflect your thoughts away from all this by staying even busier than usual.   

The days leading up to departure are a haze as you try to reconcile that you are going to have to share space with Simon. You fill every single second with any task you can pull, just trying to keep your mind away from the inevitable for as long as possible. Maybe if you never stop, you’ll never have the chance to pine for him; it’s not your best plan, but it works for a few days.

Departure day finally arrives and you immediately are put to the test. As the team loads onto the transport plane meant to take you most of the way, you find yourself the last to board and wouldn’t you know that the only seat available to you is right next to the lieutenant himself. Those brown eyes deep set into that skull mask lock on to you the minute you set foot on board and don’t leave until you take the spot next to him. His body stiffens against you as you get situated in the tight space, matching your body’s reaction. 

God, he wants to touch you so bad it physically hurts, but there isn’t a chance that someone wouldn’t see and so he grits his teeth to try and bear it until you land. Next to him, your heart is fluttering a mile a minute, though you aren’t handling it as well as he is. It is the longest flight you both have ever experienced and it cannot end fast enough. By the time you both exit, you feel like you’ve run a marathon just with how much you had been holding your breath through the whole thing.   

It is a short trek to the safehouse designated for your stay and the team reaches it a few hours before nightfall. A small, rundown house waits for you and that means you’ll be on top of each other, though there’s a shack out back that must have been a tool shed at some point now long since abandoned. Good, maybe you can hide away in there at points when things get too much. 

It’s routine at this point how things go in the field: clearing the area, setting up, breaking down rolls for who does what, which is lucky because your mind is not clear enough to focus on more detailed tasks. How can it be when you’ve spent the last several hours sitting beside the one man in the whole fucking taskforce that you want to screw until neither of you can move? 

You need to put some space between you and soon just to get him out of your head for a while to calm down. Even with how tight you’ll be packed together, it will still be farther than you want to be from him. But thoughts like this are dangerous, so when the time comes to discuss watch duty assignments for the night, you spring at the chance to get outside and speak up before anyone else can take that away from you.

“I’ll take the first watch,” you say just as Johnny poses the question. “I’m still wide awake, so I might as well get it out of the way.”

“Damn, ye sure did answer fast; wanna get away from us that bad, lass?” Johnny jokes, elbowing you in the side. 

You scrunch your nose and bob your head at him, the typical interaction helping you to get out of your thoughts. “Well, yeah, there’s enough b.o. to suffocate someone in here already,” you pick back, “gotta get some fresh air when I can. Now, fucking can it. Anyway, is that all good, sir?”

Turning your attention to your superior, you wait for his reply and see a strange spark flash through the pupils of his eyes. It’s almost too subtle to tell properly whether or not it’s something more than just the shadows cast by his mask playing tricks on your vision, but does it really matter? As much as you want something to happen between you, you are here to do a job and that is top priority for everyone, including and most of all Lt. Riley. 

“That’s fine,” he agrees while diverting his gaze even as he speaks to address the group about setting up for the night, though you can’t help feeling like that is not the real reason he can’t look at you. 

Making sure your area is set up how you want it, you double-check your vest and weapon to be sure you will have everything you need for your watch. You set a timer for the clock on your wrist so you’ll know when you should be relieved and then you decide to get a preliminary sweep of the area to be sure of the lay of the land before it gets completely dark. As you head outside, a flash of lightning ripples through the clouds approaching from the distance; it’s going to be an interesting night, that’s a given.

Lt. Riley secretly follows you with his eyes until he can see you move out of earshot and out the front door, only then does he make his way over to the young Scottish sergeant currently setting up his cot in the corner of the room. This is a fucking terrible idea that the lieutenant should immediately reconsider, but he cannot let this go. Bad idea or not, he is in it now no matter what.

Standing at his back until Soap turns around, the lieutenant doesn’t hesitate to speak up the moment the sergeant faces him. “Informin’ ya now, I’ll be the one takin’ second watch,” he says as flatly as he can, even though there is a pronounced pounding in his chest as he says it.

Soap raises an eyebrow before he crosses his arms with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Is that so? Hmm…right after sergeant sass?” he questions curiously as his gaze drifts to the door.

The lieutenant’s eyes narrow into a glare behind the mask. “Ya got a fuckin’ problem with that, Mactavish?” he challenges. “Do I need ta make it more clear who’s in charge here?”

“No, no,” Soap says as he shakes his head, “but… ye know ye don’t have ta go to all this trouble; if ye want some alone time, all ye got ta do is say so.”

A distant rumble of thunder sounds from outside the house to add atmosphere to the death glare that Soap is currently receiving after just having said what he did. “Careful,” the lieutenant warns. Guess any picking is off the table for right now, at least if the sergeant doesn’t want to end up in his superior’s bad graces. 

“Alright, I hear ye. You’re on second watch, sir,” he agrees with a chuckle as another crack of thunder echoes through the darkening sky that can just barely be spotted through the window from where they are standing. Soap draws attention to it with his head and Lt. Riley’s eyeline follows. “Though ye might wanna bring an umbrella later, ye know on account a things possibly gettin’...wet.”

There is something in that last bit that doesn’t sound like Soap’s usual witty remarks, something about the emphasis he puts on the last word is a bit more on the nose, as if he wants to say something about things he shouldn’t, but the moment is gone as Soap continues with setting up his cot and Lt. Riley dismisses it as coincidence. Nothing has happened this far that would give anything away… right?

A few hours pass and everyone has finally hunkered down for the night… Well, everyone except the lieutenant. Try as he might, he cannot relax. His limbs feel jittery as he lays stirring in his cot, staring into the dark as distracting thoughts race through his mind. The more he focuses on them the warmer he gets until he has to roll up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows just to get some relief from it clinging stiflingly around his body. 

It’s still too early for the next watch change, but he can’t just lay here, not when he knows you are right outside the door all alone as everyone is asleep inside. What his plan is he doesn’t fully understand yet, all he can think about right at this moment is just to be near you again. And these types of moments might be the only small chances he will get to even just spend a minute in your company while you’re here.

He gets up and cautiously makes his way through the scattered sleeping team, quiet and careful with his movements until he can make it out the house and into the cooler weather of a gathering storm about to break. The rolls of quiet, distant thunder are more frequent now as he shuts the door behind him, the first drops of precipitation starting to sprinkle over the skin of his bare forearms as he goes in search of you.

Barely getting far, the crunching sound of boot steps are headed his way and he waits on baited breath as you round the corner from the back of the house to return to the spot that you’ve designated at the front for you to sit until your watch ends. Your sight catches a figure standing there in the darkness as you approach, silhouetted by the dim moonlight; by the size of the shadow you instantly know who it is and your heart leaps into your throat. 

“All clear?” he asks as you come to stop before him.

“Si..sir,” you go to address him, but a momentary lapse makes you stumble over his title as you almost say his name, though you quickly recover. 

Simon chuckles; by your reaction it seems like you’ve been thinking of distracting things as well. Guess that means he isn’t the only one suffering. “We’re alone,” he reassures. “Everyone else’s asleep.”

You nod in acknowledgement. “I was just checking the perimeter and the shed,” you say as you point to the small shack out back behind the house. “Still empty. I have a clear view of it from here so I’d know if anything got in there, but I like to be thorough. Everything else is all clear, though.” 

It feels like you are rambling just to stall asking the question you desperately want to ask: why is he out here right now. It couldn’t be that he wants…? No, it is already understood that anything between you is put on hold until later; this must be something else and you chastise yourself internally for getting so worked up over nothing. 

As nonchalantly as possible, you bring up your curiosity. “So, what’re you doing up right now? It’s not time for anyone to relieve me yet.”

His stance shifts. “I know,” he says plainly.

“I-is something wrong?” you continue your line of questions. “I haven’t heard anything inside or out.”

Simon pauses as another rumble of thunder fills the background through the light percussive sound of raindrops trickling around you. “Ya know why I’m out here,” he says quieter, unsure if he even should admit it. “I had ta see ya.” 

An ache slowly spreads through your chest at his words, your heartbeat pounding, the air not filling up your lungs as you watch him take a few steps so that he can reach out to you and take your hand in his gloved one. He leads you both back around the corner of the house a little further from the entrance to conceal you against the side and out away from any prying eyes. 

The light sprinkling picks up as a ripple of lightning flashes across the sky so that the shadows it causes dance across your features. Water begins to stream down over your bodies, coating you in a layer of dampness that soaks through your clothes, your hair, over your skin until everything is moist. It doesn’t take much for Simon’s balaclava to quickly collect too much water for him to stay comfortably underneath it and so without hesitation he takes it off to tuck it into the back pocket of his pants.

He doesn’t mind keeping it off, not around you.

There it is, that face that you have been longing to get a better look at: those beautifully distinct chiseled features with their slight imperfections caused from injuries past. He truly is a fantastic sight, though you may very well be biased now as it wouldn’t have mattered what he had hidden under there, the way you feel around him is attractive enough; this is only a bonus. 

You want to reach out and run your fingers along his cheek, but you know it’s risky. It’s been hard enough being here with him already without making contact; you know if you’re not careful with yourself you might not be able to stop and that could risk putting him in a position he doesn’t want to be in yet. 

But as you both stand there in the silent company of the other trying to find the words, he moves first.

His gloved fingers travel across the skin of your forearm, stroking it up and down as he holds your gaze captive. “Ya know, every single fuckin’ time someone’s said your name on the way out ‘ere, all I can think ‘bout is how I wanna feel ya against me again,” he confesses in hushed murmurs. “Been strugglin’ like hell to hold it all together for the sake of tha mission, but it’s only gettin’ worse. I can’t do it tonight.”

You swallow to coat your dry throat as his lustful words nearly choke you. “Simon,” you whisper in a dreamlike stupor. “What are you doing?”

The pads of his fingers glide determinedly across your palm and down to the sensitive tips of your own fingers.“I need ya,” he says through a heavy sigh. “I need ya so fuckin’ bad, luv.”

What’s breathing and how do you do it again? How in the hell are you meant to hold it together and do your job with desperate words like those being spoken to you in such an aching way? Is this all some sort of punishment? If Simon meant to come out here to torture you, then he has succeeded perfectly.  

“I need ya however I can get ya; I’ll fuck ya in the goddamn dirt if ya want,” he continues as his touch leaves your hand and moves to tease around the top edge of your belt situated between your vest and your shirt. “Just can’t stay away from ya a fuckin’ second more. Gotta make good on my promise ‘fore it eats me alive.”

Your eyes turn to the front of the safehouse as if expecting someone to come popping out at any moment to interrupt this clandestine meeting. “What about the others?” you question as your attention is turned back to him. “We could get caught. You know our track record.”

“I don’t care,” he says firmly as he leans in until his face is inches from your own. “We’ve fuckin’ waited long enough for this. I need ta be inside ya, sweetheart.” 

Being this close with all this moisture coating you both head to toe, blood pressure rising with the agony of his words, skin aching from the proximity of your bodies, it’s too much. You are burrowed into his mind completely now and try as he might to keep sane, your venom is already flowing through his veins. He cannot stand here and simply take it anymore. Those full lips that are so tempting from afar, are unbearable when within range; if you want this to stop you are going to have to be the one to leave because he won’t.

“But if ya don’t wanna do this, you’re gonna have ta walk right back inside that fuckin’ house this second ‘cause I’m not gonna be able to control myself for much longer,” he says, that gravelly voice overflowing with need. “Not with how your lips are callin’ my name.”

The overwhelming tension radiating between your bodies, that steamy, sticky, air that clings to you even through the rain suffocates your every sense until you can’t see straight. The darkness surrounds you like a curtain, concealing you from the world in its protective barrier that is only cut through by the pale moonlight drifting through the clouds to make the rain shimmer like 

crystals as it falls. 

At the back of the safehouse, there is only you and him. Everything else ceases to exist. 

You stare back up into his face, watching as droplets of rain cascade down one by one off the tips of his long eyelashes and the ends of his short, pale hair to fall onto his cheeks and through the dark stubble covering his jawline. The tension is so stifling that it feels like it will suffocate you under the pressure. You don’t want him to remove his fingertips from your frame; he knows just how to embrace your body in a way you have never felt before and you’ve never been more alive than you are under his touch.

With a little hesitation your subconscious makes the choice for you about what to do next and you lower your gaze as the overwhelming need to reach out to him causes you to extend your arm without thinking. Your fingers make contact with his damp clothes and run the lines along his hip bones as they explore the curvature of his body where the wet fabric clings to his form. 

A sharp, sudden exhale out of his nose is followed by a deep, bassy groan. Even over his clothes the electricity of your touch sends him into a tailspin. Your movements betray your innermost thoughts to him, but still he needs you to use your words and say it aloud. He watches as your eyes follow the path of your fingers over him and uses the opportunity to take off his gloves and stuff them away in his vest so that he can feel you as he goes in.

Your gaze drifts back up his body to look into his eyes as his balmy, moist palm is placed at the base of the back of your head, his thumb resting against your cheek. “Tell me what ya want,” he says.

Melting into his touch, your lips form the words effortlessly before you can even stop yourself. “Kiss me.” 

Oxygen disappears as he leans in so that there is barely any space left between you, his mouth so close you can feel the warmth of his breath make the skin of your lips tingle and suddenly every thought outside of the ecstasy of this moment evaporates. There is no mission, there are no other soldiers here mere feet from you, there are only the two of you in a world of your own. With a few deep, jagged breaths his gaze locks to your lips and you feel him hesitantly go in and pull back before his mouth closes the distance to overtake yours in a fierce kiss.

And your fate is sealed.

The cool precipitation runs down between your faces to make your mouths slick, causing your lips to glide across one another as Simon desperately overpowers your mouth. He is relentless in the way he consumes your kiss; no sooner has he broken the connection to quickly swallow down air then in the next second he is already back in as if he needs to feel you more than he needs to breathe. 

Wet strands of hair around your face stick to your cheeks as he presses his features into yours so hard that you can’t catch your breath and the skin around your jaw stings from the abrasion of his stubble. Yet all that moisture is doing nothing to dampen the way you are burning for him; you need to see what happens if given the chance to go all the way. 

“Say ya need me too,” he groans against your lips and into your open mouth. “I have ta hear it. Say ya need me ta fuck ya good, that you’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout me all this time. Goddammit, say it.”

“I need you so fucking bad, Simon,” you whimper. “So bad it hurts. I can’t take it anymore.”

Your desperate words make him ache with an overwhelming ferocity that causes him to lose control. He shoves your back into the wall behind you and pins you to it as he bombards your mouth with his unrelenting passion, open-mouthed kisses overtaking your lips until you can feel them swell and burn from the pressure.

“Christ, I wanna make ya come so fuckin’ bad,” he growls. 

“Please,” you beg, giving into him completely. “I can’t wait. Not again.” 

You’re right, no waiting, not this time; he is not giving anything or anyone the chance to ruin this. The beast of his desire has him in a chokehold so agonizing that it will not let him go until he gets exactly what he needs, what you both need, until he completely loses himself in you. Some place hidden is what he desperately has to find now.

The shed is only a few yards away and his kiss-drunk mind makes the instant decision that it will have to do. At least you will have some privacy out of the rain; that is enough. As long as he gets inside you that is all he can ask for. 

“Come on,” Simon is able to get out as he grabs your hand tightly in his grip and starts to walk in long strides straight for the tiny shack just off the main house. You reach it in no time and he doesn’t stop as he flings open the door and pulls you inside behind him, leaving you to stand in the middle of the small space as he scrambles to block the door; there isn’t a chance in hell anyone is going to get to you both now.  

Not until he has had his way with you.

It physically pains him to be away from your lips for this long as he makes sure everything is secure, but it’s gotta be done. Once satisfied and not wanting to waste any more time away from your body, he moves right back into you and his mouth is crashing onto yours before you can blink. Its inherent, primal, a reaction as innate as breathing the way his lips know the exact way to embrace yours in that dance of back and forth as if you’ve done it for years.

To think he would have never gotten the chance to experience them had it not been for Mactavish’s idiotic game. Fuck, how could something so inconsequential lead to something so explosive that it is the only thing he craves above anything else?

Those determined hands of his paw blindly between your bodies, searching for the tabs at the sides of your tactical vest so that he can pull them to release it; there are more layers he has to get through this time. He breaks away from you so that he can flip the front of your vest over your head and throw it off your torso. Before it even hits the wooden floorboards he is hurriedly doing the same to himself, taking his shirt with it, before capturing your lips all over again; he will not stay away if he can help it and those pauses as he undresses you will be filled with him devouring your kiss.     

His fingers fill themselves with your shirt, clawing at it desperately trying to rip the wet fabric from your form without a care if he tears it to fucking shreds. The rough calluses on his hands create delicious friction along all that soft skin of your stomach as he goes up and under to rip both it and your bra off your head, making you gasp mutedly into his mouth. 

Pausing he can’t help staring at all this new, warm skin at his disposal. The nipples on your breasts are already hardening as they hit the cool atmosphere outside your clothes and he runs a greedy finger over the tiny rosebuds to feel them stiffen more from his touch. You are absolute in your perfection, a sight of sinfully decadent flesh that his mouth wants to get a hold of.

Strong arms wrap around your lower back to keep you locked to him as he bends his head down until his face reaches your breasts and he can bury himself against them so his lips can suck your nipple into his mouth. The moment his lips touch skin you arch your back with a shocked moan at how the suction sends waves of euphoria flooding through your limbs that only builds the longer he sucks. 

“Don’t stop,” you plead. 

Under his touch it feels just like heaven; there cannot be anything better than this. 

“Not this time, not till I fuckin’ make ya come,” he reassures in a husky, muted growl with his mouth full of you before he switches to the other breast, leaving neither out of their overdue pleasure. “You’re mine tonight. Ya hear me: mine.” 

The stubble on his chin pricks against the delicate skin of your breasts as he devours them, taking as much of the tissue into his mouth as he can hold as his tongue skillfully strokes around the areolas. All those contradicting sensations only add to the stimulation until your hips grind into him for the friction to relieve the pulsing in your clit. 

Heavy rain pelts down against the roof over your heads to drown out the sounds of your arousal; he needs to experience them all and so he has to get you closer. There are things he wants to say, dirty things he has fantasized about growling into your ear since that night when this whole fucking thing started and as his fingers itch to play with your pussy, he knows the way to make it all happen exactly as he wants.

Pulling his mouth from your chest, he moves from against you to situate himself sitting on the ground. Quickly he grabs onto your hips to spin you around so that he can promptly pull you down to sit in the middle of his lap. That throbbing bulge barely being contained by his pants is straining even harder now that there is pressure over it and you can feel it pulse into the muscle of your ass as your back molds into the contours of his broad chest and sparsely hair-covered abdomen.

You lean your head back against his shoulder as you enjoy the feeling of being wrapped up in him and he takes that as an invitation to lay more of his claim to your skin. All that gorgeous flesh of your neck is ready to be sucked and bitten till he has branded it with his mark. Taking your chin in his hand, he moves your head out of the way and immediately pounces on it. 

“Goddammit sweetheart, I’ve been in fuckin’ hell since even before we got ‘ere,” he murmurs in anguish into your throat, his heat-filled words warming your skin as his breath drifts down your exposed chest. “Thought I was gonna rip myself apart bein’ forced to only look and not touch. I’ve never wanted to feel someone more in my whole goddamn life than I do ya.”

His hands slip down your chest, drawing goosebumps from your bare body everywhere his fingertips grace until your mind is so numb you can’t feel your limbs; your body only exists in the places where he decides to touch. The poetry of his fingers leaves all those unspoken desires he has yet to fully acknowledge across your skin, searing the flesh until it is branded for him and him alone. His roughness makes you whimper open-mouthed into the air. Down the sides of your waist his hands travel, over your hips to cross in front of your belly button and finally his hand reaches your pants. 

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout your body in the worst fuckin’ ways,” he says with a growl. “You’ve been in my goddamn head since that first kiss. Never thought I could crave somethin’ so fuckin’ bad that I can’t let it go and I want to make ya to feel the same. I want ya so out of your fuckin’ mind from me that ya can’t function.” 

Undoing the belt buckle and button, he pulls down the zipper of your pants with feverish speed until he creates an opening that he can slip his hand into. Once inside he keeps going all the way down to the elastic that he has to fiddle with to get inside your panties. You let your knees fall open to give him more access as he finally reaches that sensitive mound between your thighs. He can feel just how warm you are, the damp heat radiating off your cunt and into his palm as he cups his hand up against your sex.

Your back jolts into his chest at the intense pressure. “Fuck,” he gasps into the crook of your neck. “There ya are, pretty girl. Goddammit, your pussy feels so fuckin’ good.”

His chest is tightening with his rapid breathing as he takes his middle finger to heavily drag over the slit of your cunt until he pushes through and it slips in between your silky petals right to your core. Again your body jolts into him as those thick fingers rub through the sensitive slit and then up so he can find what he is searching for: that small bundle he wants to stroke until you are dripping and grinding on his fingers. 

He can’t help himself once he gets his first real feel of how slick you are down there; it’s more beautiful than he could have ever imagined and brutishly he draws out concise circles with the pad of his finger on your clit. The heightened tension of this finally being the moment you have waited for, being with the man that has made you a mess without even trying, and the way his fingers work that tiny pleasure center like he owns it only makes the euphoria more intense. 

You are drowning in him.  

Your body writhes and squirms as his thick finger suddenly collects a friend to join it and they both travel together to your entrance to spread you open so they can slide up inside and stretch you out. Your hips start to roll over his hand in direct response to his stimulation, grinding so he has to keep an arm around your waist to keep you from bucking off his lap, but it is worth it just to feel the way your body moves against him.

“That’s it, ride ‘em, pretty thing,” he groans at the side of your head. You could almost hear it in his voice how much he is enjoying the sounds of you falling apart because of him.

That deep, permeating warmth gathering in your abdomen begins to spread throughout your entire form, its mind-numbing effects making it hard to speak, yet it isn’t enough. His fingers have taken you almost all the way, but you need him, need his cock filling you up and you need it now.

“Simon, fuck… please put it in,” you say breathlessly. “I want you in me. Now. God, I need it so fucking bad.”

Fucking hell, the desperate whine in your voice is enough to make him come. The moment is here and there is no chance that he is going to be able to do anything other than immediately grant your request after all the pining, all the tension you’ve had to struggle through. All of it comes to a head here and now.

“I’ve been fuckin’ dreamin’ of doin’ this,” he says as he helps you slip out of your boots and pants so that you sit there naked as you wait for him to do the same. “If we would’ve been alone in the rec that night… goddammit, your pussy would already know the way my cock feels, sweetheart.”

As soon as he’s done he pulls you back, turns you to face him, and helps you up onto your knees so you can straddle over his lap. Even through the haze of ecstasy, your sight catches the first glimpse of his body and you can’t stop the way your hands immediately splay over the sparse bit of hair covering his broad chest and stocky abdomen, trailing down towards his V line. Then you see it, what’s been prodding against you all this time; fuck, he’s big.

As your fingers run between the pectorals on his stomach, you can feel the moment his breath hitches. You will be the death of him and him you.

Your eyes meet again and he secures his hands around the curves of your hips. Here it is, the moment of no return. Time seems to stand still as you feel him position the fat tip of his cock at your entrance. 

“Breathe for me,” he says and with that he slowly shoves your hips down until the head is able to slip inside.

The girth of his phallus stretches you out as it fills you and the world falls away into nothingness as you cry out with the pleasure of his body as he keeps pressing down on your hips until the entirety of him rests inside you. It is overwhelming, the sensation that takes a hold of your soul and doesn’t let go, the one of finally having him. Try as you might to not let this get out of hand, you know it is already too late. Nothing, absolutely nothing in this whole fucking world can ever compare to the way your body feels wrapped around his cock: the glorious stretch, the fullness, the throbing that you can feel pulse inside you. 

And from the sounds Simon is now making, you know he feels the same.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck,” that deep agonized whimper echoes through the shed as Simon’s hands bear down hard into your hips so he can keep you still until he can steady himself. His head falls against your forehead where it rests. “…s-shit…so fuckin’ good, luv.”

As he moves your body slowly up and down over his lap, making you bounce on his cock, he realizes that he will not be the same after this. Christ, you are the worst type of addiction; no matter how much he gets he only wants more. Simon is inside of you and yet even that isn’t enough. He wants to fuck you to the point of ruin, so that you will be his and only his from this day forward because there is no coming out of this unscathed.

Even within the first few minutes of being inside you he is already pussy drunk off how beautifully your walls contour to his shape, holding him fixed in all that warmth and wetness, and that leaves him unable to take things slow. Without warning Simon tilts you both back slightly so that he can take over and fuck you even rougher now. 

His fingers grip into the muscles of your hips hard enough to leave purple fingerprints as he pounds up into you furiously. Your body shakes with each snap of his hips as he slams into you with a feral roughness that his brain forces on him as he can only think of one objective: for you both to come.

“Look at me,” he demands through ragged breaths as he grabs at your face with those large hands; he’s falling apart so fast now, “keep those pretty eyes on me. I need… shit…I need ta see what they look like the moment ya come. My fuckin’ pretty girl.”

The rain that had coated your bodies moments before almost turns into steam as the passion of his movements fill the air with so much heat. You are completely at his mercy, his hulking size overwhelming you so that he can do with you as he pleases, but the way he thrusts deeper and deeper only draws you closer to that razor’s edge; it’s approaching fast.

“Fuck, don’t stop Simon, please, I’m so close,” you plead through your panting, your toes curling into the floor as the stimulation makes your brain blank. It’s there, right there; just a bit more and you will fall over the precipice.

He pumps with everything in him and that is it; with a shudder your orgasm rockets through you fiery hot, making your body writhe in his grasp as you cry out and a loud clap of thunder rings through the heavens to drown out the sound. You try to fall against him, but he won’t let you. That firm grip keeps your head up so that his eyes can take in everything about the moment as it crosses your face and fuck is it beautiful.

God, it won’t stop, second after second your orgasm just keeps pulsing with relentless intensity and Simon isn’t letting up. He can’t, he’s so fucking close he can taste it. Shit, the way your engorged walls are fluttering something fierce he just needs a little more friction and he’ll come too.

Bringing your face in he takes your mouth with all the roughness he has left as he allows himself to let go and with a few more thrusts, that is it. At the last second he rips his cock out of you and nestles it between your bodies as he milks out all that warm cum along your stomach, coating you with all that pent up tension he has been holding on to all this time. His abdominal muscles contract hard, heart pounding out of his chest, body writhing as a shiver runs up his spine until his movements finally slow and he stops, completely spent. 

Rain slacks off as you both just sit there a moment, panting to catch your breath as he holds you securely wrapped in his arms, face still close as if he only ever wants to breathe the same air you breathe, his nose nuzzling against yours as his lips fight to stay off of you long enough that you can both settle. It takes a few minutes, but finally he can feel his limbs again.

Just then the alarm on your watch begins its high-pitched beeping to signal that your relief is meant to take your place on guard duty. You laugh under your breath as it seems it’s now your opportunity to say those fucking words that seem to be the signal of the end of your time together. 

“Times up,” you say quietly, but he just shakes his head.  

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, sweetheart,” he replies firmly as his arms tighten around your form, “not yet. You’re still mine for now, I’ll deal with tha rest ‘a the shit later. I’m not lettin’ ya leave me.”

There’s no way you are going to fight him on it; you want to stay here with him a little while longer as well. Leaning in, you rest your head against his chest to listen to the beat of his heart as it continues to slow with each deep breath. As he sits there bundled up with you in that glowing euphoria as you both come down from the high, he knows this is only the beginning of something that he cannot stop. 

And maybe for the first time in his life, he doesn’t want it to.

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EASY PEASY, LEMON SQUEEZY

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opla sanji x reader

in which sanji teaches you a few basic cooking skills, while you try to ignore how close to you he's standing

genre: delusional oneshot, pretty suggestive, gn! reader, my sanji/taz obsessed ass shining through the cracks

requested: nope, but they're open so feel free♡

a/n: I don't have anything to say besides I'm sorry.

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this was all your fault.

you just had to open your mouth and spill the beans on the fact that you didn't know the first thing about cooking, which led you to the predicament that you were in now.

or was it Sanji's fault for offering to give you private lessons with a tone in his voice that could be mistaken as flirtatious and a wink your way (which in hindsight, you should've definitely refused) and for being a kind, flirty, witty, compassionate piece of work who could cook like a god, who you couldn't help but fall deeply in love with?

no matter whose fault it was, all you knew was that you weren't mentally prepared to spend alone time with Sanji in the kitchen, as you knew that this experience would only aid your feelings in flourishing.

but what you were or were not prepared to do didn't matter, because you were already in the kitchen, standing shoulder to shoulder with the man in question as you washed your hands and he looked at you with his typical honeyed gaze and a slight smile on his face.

"you look extra beautiful today my love, how am I supposed to focus on teaching when you look like that?" he questioned out loud in an airy voice. you shrugged as nonchalantly as you could, cringing internally because you had in fact, dressed with a little more thought today than most days, and the fact that he noticed made you want to bash your head against the counter until you saw blood. how much more obvious could you be?

"okay. so first, I'm gonna need you to dice up an onion for me, alright?" he stood behind you, watching over your shoulder as you peeled the onion and picked up the knife, and you could swear that his lack of distance was genuinely giving you respiratory problems.

"how would you like 'em, chef?" you asked sarcastically, missing the way his breathed hitched at the nickname.

"hmm... super fine." now, the logical side of you knew that vegetables could be chopped very finely, you weren't completely inept in the kitchen after all. buuuuut, the absolutely unsavable side of you, aided by the fact that you could legitimately feel his breath on the back of your neck as he spoke so so sweetly with that accent of his, believed that he wasn't just speaking about the onions.

you shook away those thoughts, and began cutting the onion. you could almost feel his correction before he corrected you, but you were definitely not prepared for his next actions. his hands held your own as he guided your knife movements, his front almost pressed against your back. he whispered praises in your ear, although you severely doubted that your subpar knife work was worth any compliments, but that didn't stop him. a "there you go." here, a "so so perfect" there, even a cheeky little "you're doing so good for me" just to make you squirm.

maybe it was his tone of voice, or his hands (which had now moved away from yours and found purchase slowly moving up and down your arms) or the fact that your hand was so shaky that you were sure you were gonna lose a finger at this point, but you had had enough.

you put the knife down, not bothering to finish cutting the onion, because he could cut his own damn onions if he so pleased, and spoke before your more timid nature could stop you.

"you didn't ask me here to teach me how to cook, did you?"

silence.

maybe you had misunderstood the situation? oh god, oh god, oh god. you readied yourself to apologise for making him uncomfortable before-

"am I that obvious?" you could almost hear his smile as he spoke seductively, his hands moving from your arms to you waist, gently caressing your frame.

"yes, you are. not that I mind." okay, this was not how you were expecting this lesson to go. but it was days like this that you daydreamt about in the comfort of your room.

"I know this is a bit forward, even for me but-" he cut himself off with a soft kiss to your neck, and you felt yourself shudder at the contact. "-I honestly can't resist you any longer-" another kiss, this time to your shoulder. "-would you give my the absolute pleasure to taste you, please?"

if you weren't already against the counter with Sanji behind you, your legs would've given out from under you on the spot. you nodded, not trusting anything coherent to come out of your mouth at that moment, but snapped out of your daze as a confused sound rang through the kitchen from the doorway.

"you busy Sanji? I'm kinda hungry right now." Luffy spoke with a certain normalcy, as if he hadn't just walked in on, well, whatever was about to happen to the two of you.

Sanji chuckled, placing one more kiss to the back of your neck before moving away from you, but not before whispering in your ear once more. "why don't you go to your room and relax for a bit, love? I'm still aching to taste you."

you were in for a ride today.

[coco-loco-nut]

We Can’t Be Friends

Pairing: George Russel x Reader

Summary: George’s girlfriend, a former child actor, is not well liked by the public

TW: mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, implied child exploitation

A/n: going off of the more popular interpretation of the song (ari vs the public)

requests open!🫶 masterlist

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You just finished filming a short interview in a docuseries with some of your former colleagues, those who fell into the same trap and downfall as you did. You prefer not to air everything out, but you knew your statement would support the others.

The industry basically forced you into a drug and alcohol addiction, one that you thankfully beat, but you went from someone who was once loved to someone hated, just from how the media spun your name.

You met George at a hospital event -you now work as a biochemist and bioengineer- and he immediately recognized his childhood crush. You dated for a year before feeling strong enough to go public, but ever since he posted a very cute picture of you, the hate has started again.

“I’ll make a statement asking them to leave you alone,” George offers but you shake your head no. He hates seeing you upset, but both of you didn’t expect the backlash on you.

“They won’t understand, they could never even try. They will never know what it was like to grow up like that, even the docuseries won’t help,” you start to dismiss the thought.

“We can’t do nothing,” he tries to reason, wanting to protect you.

“I don’t want to tiptoe around the public, but I don’t want to hide, either way I’m feeding this fire,” you groan, running your hand through your hair as you pace the room. You had to call off of work today, the entrance to your townhome being blocked by paparazzi.

“The story is gonna die, and we’ll be alright,” George stands up and pulls you into a hug. In your mind you picture the public liking you again, waiting for their love again.

A few days later, George drags you out of the house for lunch, you had only been leaving for work. The two of you step out, a reporter immediately coming up to you. You ignore the first few, sitting in your silence.

“It’s just me and you, Baby girl,” George whispers to you, supporting you however you choose to respond.

“Y/n, is it true that you have been in and out of rehab for the past year? You are in and out of hospitals,” one reporter, who always hounds you, asks causing you to whirl around. You don’t want to argue, but you don’t want to bite, so you choose a confusing answer.

“You’ve got me misunderstood, but at least I look this good,” you smirk, watching their face scrunch in confusion, gripping their paper and pen, before continuing your walk.

The next day a clip of one of your short interviews drops, taken while you were in college, as a trailer for the docuseries release the following week.

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I don’t like how this industry painted me, but I’m still here hanging, just not what they made me. It’s almost like a daydream sometimes, finally leaving that world. I feel so seen, I am everything that I defined myself as, not all that the industry made me be. My truth and I may always sit in silence, but one day I hope I am brave enough to say it out loud. For now, it’s only me on the road after recovery, but maybe that’s all I need.

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buzzfeed.com/uk

A list of every child actor we need to apologize to after watching “Drugged: The Truth Behind the Lives of Child Actors”

1. Y/n Y/l/n

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“Are you sure you want to go out there?” George asks, looking at the crowds of journalists. You nod, tired of being silent and waiting for things to be better, not caring about feeding the fire anymore.

“Let’s go,” you release a shaky breath, stepping out behind your boyfriend as he walks you to work.

“Y/n! Anything to comment regarding the documentary that’s been released and the allegations made by your former colleagues?” A journalist asks, the rest hoarding, pens at the ready.

“Actually, I do. You owe us an apology. Villainizing children who needed someone like you to expose how awful our working conditions were, that’s sick and cruel. You wrote lies about us, and instead of apologizing, you want to ask us for statements and exploit our names more? You’re sick. We can’t be friends,” you chem them out before continuing on your way to work. A part of you will always wait for their love, but you are tired of waiting for them to like you.

“You’re a badass. I hope they will see you are the biochemist and bioengineer, not the child actor. You’ve come so far and I’m so proud,” George says once your breathing steadies from the adrenaline.

“Thank you, Georgie,” a small part of you wants to flip them off behind you, just like you would’ve done ten years ago, but you don’t, finally moving forward.

[ddejavvu]

hiii, hope you’re having a good day! Could you do a request with animagus reader and marauders just being out and r is in Sirius’ bag or smth and a dog spooks her and she ends up running away panicked and they just start to run after her. tysm!

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11

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"Let me make absolutely sure that I am understanding you boys correctly." The stern tone of Professor Mcgonagall's voice never fails to chill the blood of those who hear it, but James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin are quite accustomed to the chill by now.

"You tore through the school's vegetable garden," She begins, "Then you trampled the roses. Then you tracked mud from those trampled roses through the Great Hall, interrupting a session of O.W.L.s that non-participating students were given plenty of warning not to disturb."

"Professor-" James starts, but Minerva snaps her gaze sternly to him.

"I am not finished, Mr. Potter, and you will not speak until I am."

He has the good sense to nod instead of giving a verbal response.

"Then. You went on a mad goose chase around the castle, that included not only breaking into faculty-only spaces, destroying art hung on these walls longer ago than you've been alive, but jumping from moving staircase to moving staircase?"

"I didn't mean to smash through that painting," Sirius offers earnestly, but when she whirls towards him, he's almost worried she'll strike him.

He knows she won't; she's like the mother he's never had, not the one that he does have.

"Fine! Fine, since you seem so eager to speak, tell me now: Why? Why was any of this necessary? Why did the three of you suddenly lose all sense?"

Sirius is rather surprised she hasn't yet noticed the lump beneath his sweater, but he's more than happy to tug at the neckline of the knitwear, "I was running after my cat, professor."

You know you'll be the only one to save them now, and you try appearing as endearing as possible as you stick your head out from Sirius's sweater, your furry ears brushing at his chin as you mewl plaintively at Professor Mcgonagall.

She blinks.

It's all she can do, because the boys in front of her are a permanent headache, and she asks, voice dangerously calm, "Why was your cat running, Mister Black?"

"She had a run-in with a wild dog," Remus explains, because if Sirius was left up to the task, he'd probably use adjectives like 'misunderstood' and 'unwillingly aggressive'. "She was tucked into Sirius's bag while we took a walk over the grounds. She likes to get out, but Sirius keeps her in his bag to be sure she's safe. But the dog must have smelled her, and he came out of the forest to charge for her. She startled and ran, and I can't say I blame her, Professor. Sirius was just worried for her, that's all. We would have really liked to avoid the chase as well."

A tense silence falls, and four pairs of eyes watch as Minerva Mcgonagall pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers and sighs. She neglects to tell Remus that it doesn't matter whether he'd have liked to avoid the chase or not; there's a hundred fifteen-year-olds mourning the loss of their exam time.

When it's unclear what her position is on your morning escapade, you slip out of the bottom of Sirius's sweater, and pad over to sit at her feet. Sirius draws in a breath, keeps it locked tightly in his lungs as you meow up at her, and when you have her attention, your tail flicks idly behind you.

"I don't like dogs either," She laments in a voice far too exhausted for ten in the morning, "Mister Black, if you or your friends ever treat this castle like a jungle gym again, I will make you scrub out the cracks in the stone dungeon walls with a toothbrush."

He tries not to grin, because his luck is far too strained, but he nods eagerly, "Yes ma'am. Thank you, Professor."

"Do not thank me," She glares warningly at him, "I am still tempted to feed you to wild dogs."

The boys stand, nodding at their professor as they file out of her office, but when Sirius calls you with open arms, she peers over her nose at him.

"Leave the cat," She instructs, and at his curious head tilt, she adds, "I had to listen to Mr. Filch tell me all about your antics this morning. At the moment I deserve better company."

[feelbokkie]

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genre: fluff drabble

pov: 2nd person

description: changbin takes tooth fairy duty seriously as a first timer. he's just a little too eager.

pairing: dad!Changbin x gn!reader

warnings: none

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“What, in God’s name, are you wearing?” You giggle as Changbin quietly tiptoes into your room. A pink tutu sits on his waist, fairy wings on his back, and a furry pink tiara on his head. In his left hand, a fairy wand. Underneath he wears his regular black shirt and joggers.

“Did you expect me to not take tooth fairy duty seriously? What if Hyun-hee woke up?” He yells in a hushed tone, although for him it sounds like a normal inside voice from anyone else.

“You’re right. I apologize for insulting your professionalism.” You laugh, bowing your head in his direction. You sit down on your bed and put away your phone. “How much did you give her?”

“₩135,514,” Changbin says nonchalantly as he begins to take off his costume.

You freeze, blinking slowly, hoping that you misunderstood him. “I’m sorry, did you say that you gave our 7-year-old the equivalent of one hundred United States dollars? For a tooth?”

“Was…was that not right?” Changbin asks slowly, his wings now in his hands.

You rub your hands all over your face before looking up at him.

“Changbin, kids lose 20 teeth so that’s ₩ 2,698,300 for one kid. We have 3 so by the time we’re done that’s ₩ 8,094,900.”

"And…?"

"And I'm pretty sure you gave her the black market rate for a human tooth!"

"Shh," Changbin pokes his head outside your bedroom and checks to see if any of your daughters woke up. After a second, he shuts the door again and turns to you. "I'm sorry. We don't have the tooth fairy here so I got excited."

"That's okay, just go back and give her an appropriate amount of money." You sigh, settling into your spot.

"Which is?"

“No more than ₩ 6,745.75.”

"That seems too little…What if I gave her--"

"Changbin, no more than ₩ 6,745.75. Understand?"

"…understood…" He sighs, quickly putting his costume back on and leaving the room.

**The next morning**

"The tooth fairy gave me ₩ 13477.70!" Hyun-hee shouts, running into the kitchen where you're finishing breakfast.

"Oh did they now?" You turn to Changbin who is standing next to you, drinking some coffee.

"I'm sure the tooth fairy saw your cute little face and couldn't resist," Changbin says sheepishly as he slides a cup of coffee over to you.

"I'm also sure the tooth fairy is going to get an earful from their boss later."

"Damnit," Changbin mutters into his mug, low enough so Hyun-hee doesn't hear.

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[c1b3rly]

From the writing worries with reader and lucifer, having reader insucure about themselves and comparing themself with Lillith. What is Lillith actuslly came back and wanted to get back together with Lucifer?

━ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃

𝐩𝐭.𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

lucifer morningstar x gn! insecure! reader

summary; insecurities turn worse each time, and scaredy turned into reality when one specific woman shows herself again. How will you handle this unfortunate situation?

cw; hurt/comfort (not really), mentioning of insecurities about themselves, Lilith is bad in here (I don’t regret it), Lucifer is a poor misunderstood man, slightly angst. no proofread! use of y/n. idk what I wrote.

a/n; genuinely i don't think I took the request serious, I just wrote something based on the first part, sorry if it isn't what you wished for!

You knew this moment would happen. You just didn't wanted to embrace it.

You knew from day one that one day, Lilith would return back from her mysterious disappearance after breaking up with Lucifer.

That fear you had inside you told you from a long time, that you woudn't be better then her, you could never overcome her.

Even though Lucifer tried his best to guide you through this mental journey, you just cannot seem to get over it.

And now you have to experience your own nightmare in person.

You wished this day would never come, you thought that even though you could never be better then Lilith, that you would never have to see her in person.

Fate decided differently, now you're here, hearing from the living room of the apartment you live in with your beloved partner, one female voice you never heard before.

But you had a feeling who it is just by the way she talked to your partner and from the fact that Lucifer didn't sounded very happy about this person.

"What do you mean, why am I here? I assumed you can guess why." You heard the yet to you Unknown woman speak, by the way she talked it turned very poetic, her voice was like a siren.

It made you quite uncomfortable already, comparing your voice to a lady you don't know but have a feeling you do know.

"Lilith leave. I don't know why you're here but actually I don't even wanna know!" Lucifer said harshly, he was surely confused on why his ex-wife was here out of a sudden but actually knows what could happen if this gets worse.

10 points to you, you guessed right on who this person was, the lady herself that makes you so insecure about yourself that not even your own partner can help you through them.

"Uh no? I want my beloved man back honey, c'mon what's got you so protective?!" Lilith said annoyed and without having permission just went in into the mansion her ex-husband has, only to see you sitting on the couch looking towards the poor very shaken up.

Lucifer himself was getting worried about this, sure he was also pissed about Lilith and her behavior towards him but he knew better then anyone how you feel about yourself because of Lilith.

"Oh, who are you now?!" Lilith almost disrespectfully asked, placing a hand on her hip as she looked at you up and down which immediately made you want to disappear from the picture.

You where unsure what to say, I mean literally. And knowing the uncomfortable look in your face, your beloved partner took the lead in this one, even though you know you could stand up for yourself.

"This is my partner, Y/n." He kept the answer short and enough to answer the question his once wife asked, only for her to get more pissed about this.

"Excuse me?! You already have another? What about me huh?" She asked; acting all hurt about this, and lets be honest if Lucifer would care about her, he would feel pity for her but lowkey he only does pity her now because she makes a fool out of herself.

You could only try to calm yourself down, sure you knew the insecurities and thoughts about lucifer now deciding to leave you for Lilith are there and really effective but you cannot help but feel annoyed about this out of a sudden, which where in your side good things, not only because you're feeling not very scared right now but also because you seem to get some boost in yourself.

"What do you mean about you? You really think I wouldn't move on after you leaving me?!" Lucifer asked back, his voice raised and he tried to calm himself down because he was starting to confuse this entire situation with some book which he wished he could burn.

Lilith only gasped dramatically and looked over to you, you fidget with your fingers but your eyes showed fear and anger in them, you where angry at yourself for not speaking up and you where still scared about this all even though Lucifer himself was getting pissed about his ex-wife for you.

"Really? You choose a crybaby over me? She cannot even talk for herself!" Lilith laughed, bringing you up into the conversation fully,

And if it wouldn't be you for holding your partner back you knew this would've been bloody.

"Can you shut up for like a second?" You asked slightly loud enough to be heard and you immediately wanted to slap yourself, thinking you couldn't be talking in this situation.

"Huh?! How dare you to talk to me like tha-" Lilith practically squeaked as she yelled at you but was disrupted by your partner's yell.

"Leave! Don't you ever show yourself here again and don't think you can talk to my partner like that!" He yelled, his anger taking over a bit but he held himself back because he knew you wouldn't want to see this going wrong.

"Ugh. Whatever, hope your little crybaby is feeling guilty for not being me." Lilith said, laughing and turning around to leave again, she only wanted Lucifer back to gain back fame or some contact with her daughter that she lost herself by being stupid.

You immediately turned around and rolled yourself into a ball and tried to not make yourself look more weak then already thinking, you felt like a little child, not being able to handle yourself.

Lucifer calmed down and slammed the door shut the moment Lilith left the house and knew how his partner felt, sure enough he knew that after every word you said about yourself because of Lilith, after this moment you would need more time to heel but maybe knowing now, your beloved partner would not leave you like he said he would.

He proved that once again, he proved that he takes his words serious and would not turn his back on you, even if he tried.

"My duckling, come here." Lucifer said softly, you looked through your arms to see him with open arms in which you let yourself slip into, even if you feel like not deserving it or him.

"See? I told you, I couldn't live without you. I will protect you from everyone, even if you feel like you don't deserve it." He whispered, snuggling into you as he petted your head in comfort.

Yet again, he turned his back on the one who he was banished with, for you. He proved once again that he loves you so much, that not even his own ex-wife he shared everything with, cannot take you away from him.

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[sparklingself]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃

understanding the law thoroughly truly solves most if not all problems you might have regarding manifesting. with understanding i do not mean just reading neville and understanding what you’re reading. i mean understanding on a level where you can apply it and relate it to every aspect in your life. taking in these principles as the upmost truth you live by may take time, but just acknowledging them every day makes a lot of difference.

consciousness is the only reality

"That I may not be misunderstood, let me again lay the foundation of this principle. Consciousness is the one and only reality. We are incapable of seeing other than the contents of our own consciousness." - Neville

there is no other world but the one that you are aware of. we are incapable of seeing other than the contents of our own consciousness. this is why consciousness is the only reality. reality is something you can experience and you only ever experience anything with your consciousness.

“If you are impoverished and borrow from every friend you have, and then suddenly you roll in wealth, where did you bury the poor man? You so completely rub out poverty in your mind's eye that there is nothing in this world you can point to and claim, that is where I left it. A complete transformation of consciousness rubs out all evidence that anything other than this ever existed in the world.” - Neville

anything ever exists only if you’re conscious of it. whether you’re rich or you’re poor you are aware of being one or the other. when you erase anything from your mind that appoints to anything other than you having your desire then eventually everything will prove to you that you have that desire. a complete transformation of consciousness rubs out all evidence that anything other than this ever existed in the world.

"Now put them all together in a practical sense and see what the ancients tried to tell us. As I stand here, having discovered that my consciousness is God, and that I can by simply feeling that I am what I want to be transform myself into the likeness of that which I am assuming I am; I know now that I am all that it takes to scale this mountain." - Neville

you are all that it takes to scale this mountain. there is nothing, no one else that can change anything, but you. any problem, any desire you have is smaller than you. all you need to do is transform yourself.

"Consciousness is the one and only reality. Therefore, we must form the object of our desire out of our own consciousness." - Neville

self-concepts

"Man is always looking for some prop on which to lean. He is always looking for some excuse to justify failure. This revelation gives man no excuse for failure. His concept of himself is the cause of all the circumstances of his life. All changes must first come from within himself; and if he does not change on the outside it is because he has not changed within." - Neville

everything boils down to self. to blame others or some kind of outer circumstance is extremely comfortable. but true freedom is whenever failure hits you to look within. because the concept you have of yourself is the cause of all the circumstances in your life. if you want something to change then change yourself and don’t force change on the outside.

"Heretofore I thought I could change others through effort. Now I know I cannot change another unless I first change myself. To change another within my world I must first change my concept of that other; and to do it best I change my concept of self. For it was the concept I held of self that made me see others as I did." - Neville

"Instead of trying to change others through argument and force, let me but ascend in consciousness to a higher level and I will automatically change others by changing self. "There is no one to change but self; that self is simply your awareness, your consciousness and the world in which it lives is determined by the concept you hold of self. It is to consciousness that we must turn as to the only reality. For there is no clear conception of the origin of phenomena except that consciousness is all and all is consciousness." - Neville

everyone is you pushed out. however people act around you - it is all a result of the concept you have of yourself. you see others the way you do because of your conception of self. if you want to change someone you must change yourself first. self as in your awareness. shift your awareness of that person to the desired version.

“A state is an attitude of mind, a state of experience with a body of beliefs which you live by. Always expressing a state, you identify yourself with it by saying: “I am poor or I am rich. I am known or I am unknown. I am wanted or I am unwanted.” - Neville

a state is your “I AM”. you always identify with something and you’re always expressing that. you are either poor or you are rich. you are either one or the other. the choice is yours.

“Because of your belief in external things you think power into them by transferring the power that you are to the external thing. Realize you yourself are the power you have mistakenly given to outer conditions.” - Neville

"Be still, and know that I am God." - Neville

prayer (assumptions)

"If you are still desiring, stop it right now! Ask yourself what it would be like, were your desire a reality. How would you feel if you were already the one you would like to be? The moment you catch that mood, you are thinking from it. And the great secret of prayer is thinking from, rather than thinking of." - Neville

how would you feel if you were already the one you would like to be? this is the key question to ask yourself when praying (assuming). when you assume you stop desiring because you already have it. the key is to think from your desire not of your desire.

"Take my message to heart and live by it. Practice the art of prayer daily, and then one day you will find the most effective prayer is: "Thank you Father." You will feel this being within you as your very self. You can speak of it as "thou" yet know it is "I." You will then have a thou/I relationship, and say to yourself: "Thank you, Father". If I want something, I know the desire comes from the Father, because all thought springs from Him. Having given me the urge, I thank Him for fulfilling it. Then I walk by faith, in confidence that he who gave it to me through the medium of desire will clothe it in bodily form for me to encounter in the flesh." - Neville

being thankful every day will transform you. make it a habit. taking time to shift your focus inside every day will help you realise your potential. you are God. pray every day to Him knowing that He is you.

"Now that you have assumed that you are what you want to be, do not look back on your former state and wonder HOW it will disappear from your world. For if you look back and give attention to it, you are steeping once more that kid in its mother's milk. Do not say to yourself, 'I wonder if I am really detached from that state," or "I wonder if so and so is true." Give all your attention to the assumption that the thing is so, because all responsibility to make it so is completely removed from your shoulders. You do not have to make it so, it IS so. You appropriate what is already fact, and you walk in the assumption that it is, and in a way that you do not know, I do not know, no man knows, it becomes objectified in your world. Do not be concerned with the how, and do not look back on your former state. "No man, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God." Luke 9:62 Simply assume that it is done and suspend reason, suspend all the arguments of the conscious three-dimensional mind. Your desire is outside of the reach of the three-dimensional mind. Assume you are that which you wish to be; walk as though you were it; and as you remain faithful to your assumption -- it will harden into fact." - Neville

there is no need to search for the “how”. you do not have to make it so, it is so. you already have it. once you give it to yourself inside, it is yours. assume that it is done. your doubts, your concerns are that of the 3D mind. they’re irrelevant, they’re not important. suspend all reason because it belongs to the 3D and the 3D is irrelevant. assume you are that you wish to be; walk as though you were it; and as you remain faithful to your assumption - it will harden into fact. “how” that will happen is unknown. all you need to know is that it is already yours.

"In your mind's eye, you feel that they are as you would like them to be and then drop it. The secret is dropping it. "Let me go" is one the last statement in the gospel. "Do not hold me." If you hold on to it then you haven't dropped it. The seed must fall into the ground and die, before it is made alive. If I hold onto it and keep on holding on to it, I haven't dropped it, and it has to be dropped and left alone too. You can't pick it up every morning and see if it has root. I must drop it and leave it alone and then confront the harvest." - Neville

when you “let go” you accept it to be yours. when you “let go” you stop desiring because it already is yours. you do not have to cling on it because it is already yours and no one can take it from you. yes, it will appear. yes, you don’t have to worry about it.

"If you reach the point of relief, your bread has been cast upon the water to return, perhaps in the matter of an hour. I have had the phone ring – minutes after I have imagined it – to hear confirmation that it has happened. Sometimes it has taken days, weeks, or months; but I do not repeat the action once I have done it and felt the feeling of relief, for I know there is nothing more I need to do." - Neville

time does NOT matter. there is nothing more left to do. if you know it is done and feel relief then so it is - done. it is yours. if you worry about time then you don’t feel it to be yours. accept it to be yours, you’re allowed to have it - you’re allowed to feel whatever you want inside of you.

consciousness is the only reality. therefore all you need to change is your consciousness. more specifically your self conceptions. and you do that through prayer aka assumption. you assume all the time. make your prayers conscious and say “thank you”. it is the greatest prayer because you know your prayers are always heard and what is heard is answered.

take the time to truly understand these principles. remind yourself of these daily and you will notice yourself accepting your power more and more by each day.

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observing. learning. fantasizing.

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Summary: Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors & pearl clutchers dni you've been warned) | smut; p in v; loss of virginity (m); fingering; oral sex (f receiving)

Things to be aware of: best friends to lovers

"Now when standing with a nobleman it is important to always stand a considerable distance behind him, and always to his left. This is to symbolize--Lady Y/N, I truly do understand that you would much rather your training be in the combat fields, but you are still a lady. The curriculum decided upon by the Queen was you were to undergo a full day of training in the ways of ladyship every fourth day of the week." 

You grumbled from your seat, your elbow propped on the desk as you slumped your chin down on your palm as a show of how increasingly dull you found this session…and every session before it. "While I also understand your intention of teaching me the ways of being a good nobleman's wife, Madame Adrianna, I simply fail to see the purpose of these lessons, considering that I have no intention to be simply a breeding station for some nobleman. And if this is truly the curriculum, then please do indulge me and tell me how come Lady Sif or Sir Fandral are not in attendance?"

She smiled down at you as if you were a petulant child looking for someone to drag into a punishment with you, which admittedly at the moment, you felt like that as well. "Lady Y/N, that is because they followed their curriculum when you were all much younger. If I recall correctly, instead of attending your lessons, you ran around wreaking havoc all over the palace and sitting in on magic lessons with Prince Loki." 

Madame Adrianna chuckled at your reaction of pursing your lips before breaking into a smug, tight-lipped smile as you recalled all the shenanigans you'd gotten yourself into throughout the centuries past at the influence of your best friend, the god of mischief, Asgard's dark prince. Though to you he was simply Loki, once a brilliant and misunderstood boy, and now a brilliant and misunderstood man who wielded his magic as if it were an extension of his body. 

What you wouldn't give for him to break into your lesson right now and save you from this boredom. And what you wouldn't give for him to feel even a sliver of affection towards you like you did for him. Hel, what you wouldn't give in order to acquire a potion that would make you look like the women in the leisure inns he was so frequently spotted in. 

I wonder if any of those women ever had to attend an etiquette class, you thought to yourself.

"And your thoughts have wandered off again," your instructor commented, snapping her fingers to call you back into the room. "Lady Y/N, if you are to be the prince's betrothed, you--" 

"What? Betrothed?" you snorted, earning you a stern look from her. "I assure you I am not to be betrothed to anyone. Loki is simply my dearest friend. Nothing more." You did your best to mask the bitterness in your tone at the end, but she still caught on, giving you a knowing smirk.

"Well, at least pay attention in our lessons so that you may learn to hide your disappointment better, because that, my dear, was atrocious." Both of you ended up chuckling over her remarks, agreeing to instead be taught how to mask one's emotions so that you could stop wearing them on your sleeve. 

Norns forbid that you lost your best friend all because you couldn't keep your envy over all the women he most definitely bedded at bay. 

Your lesson was once again interrupted, only this time not by your daydreaming. Rather it was jolted into silence by the sound of sharp, loud knocks on the classroom door. A member of the Einherjar peeked through the threshold. "Madame Adrianna, I apologize profusely to have to cut your lesson short. The King has ordered to see Lady Y/N." 

His words immediately brought you to your feet, apologizing to your instructor for having to take your leave so hastily. But when the King orders one's presence, one is obligated to make haste. You walked as fast as your legs could take you toward the throne room, pausing only when you heard some of the Allfather's chambermaids speaking of his current predicament.

"Odin's fallen to the Odinsleep," you muttered to yourself, your pace slowing. "Meaning that he is not King at the moment. It is not he who ordered my presence. And Thor's been banished to Midgard, which means--" 

You stopped in your tracks as the realization dawned on you. You had been heading to the throne room under the assumption that it was Odin who summoned you, when really it was…

"Loki," you exhaled his name in a panic, turning around and running toward his chambers. 

When you arrived at his chambers the palace guards stationed outside immediately opened his doors, announcing your presence. You stepped inside, walking a path all too familiar to you toward his study, puzzled to find no one there. After a few moments of roaming each area of his chambers and calling out his name, you found him in his bed chamber, sitting mutely on a chaise and holding Gungnir in  his hands.

"Would you prefer to be called Your Majesty or My King?" you called out in the most lighthearted tone  you could manage. In truth you were doing everything in your power to remain seemingly unfazed because the mere notion of calling him "My King" had you feeling the unmistakable pooling of arousal between your legs. 

His deep chuckle didn't help alleviate that growing ache one bit. "You know that I will always prefer you call me by my own name, darling. But if you insist on using my title, then I would prefer 'My King'," he answered you with a playful smirk, the ache in your core intensifying. "Y/N, I must tell you something. Before the entirety of Asgard hears of my new station and it reaches your ears in a manner beyond my control." His gaze met yours with a pleading look before his eyes began to darken as he roamed your form, biting his lip as he did.

"Alright out with it," you said with an exaggerated sigh, a pitiful attempt to mask how your heart constricted at the sight of what he'd just done. He looked back at you with furrowed brows as you explained, "You always make fun of me on Etiquette Day because I have to wear a dress, so go on. Out with it." You righted your stance animatedly for added effect. "With respect, of course. My King." 

"Is it already the fourth day of the week?" he murmured. "Truthfully, Y/N, I'd forgotten without the presence of my oaf of a brother constantly reminding the entire palace that it is 'his day'," he said the final part in his best impression of Thor, making you burst out in laughter. When he rose to his feet and placed Gungnir to stand against the wall, your heart caught in your throat once more, making it difficult to breathe especially when he strode toward you and framed your face gently with his large hands. "No jokes today, darling," he said softly, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "You look divine. As you always do." 

You found it impossible think clearly when he was standing this close to you, touching you as he was now, speaking words of such tenderness that your mind began to wander off and speculate on whether this was how he'd speak to those women that he romanced in the leisure inns he frequented. That line of thinking left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing you step back from him. 

"So erm…" You cleared your throat, trying desperately to mask how flustered he'd made you over the last few moments. "What was it you wished to tell me? Surely you did not send an Einheri to extract me from my ever captivating etiquette classes with Madame Adrianna simply to tell me that I do not look like a complete jester today." 

"Darling you never look like a jester." His tone almost sounded stern, as if he did not appreciate the wording you'd chosen to describe yourself. He stepped toward you again, taking your hands in his. "I know of the talks in the palace regarding the places that I visit when night befalls the realm." 

You sighed sharply, exasperated already with where the conversation was about to turn. "Loki I know  about your time in the leisure inns. The palace staff, the soldiers, they all run on gossip mongering to get through their daily drudgeries. I've already heard that you're seen there frequently, this isn't new information to me. You really need not go into lurid detail--"

"You don't know everything, Y/N," he cut you off, the desperation in his voice evident now. "The things you're about to hear from everyone around you, about what I do when I go there--"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Loki," you spoke, pulling your hands out of his hold and firmly gripping his forearms to make him listen to you. "I care not to hear about the things you've done to these women in these places. That is entirely your business and you need not make it mine--"

"I haven't done anything!" His raised tone caused you flinch the slightest, the irritation on his face fading into a mix of regret and pain once he noted your reaction. "I haven't ever done anything…with anyone," he elaborated more slowly, more calmly. "Those are the revealing truths that will be spread around like wildfire once it's been announced that I've become King. That information was never quite as scandalous before because I was not heir, let alone King; now people will wield that knowledge like a weapon because--"

"Because who would respect a ruler that never even experienced something as basic as laying with another," you breathed out, the confusion rife in your tone. "I don't understand, though. All this time in the leisure inns and you were--"

"Spectating," he answered quietly, a slight tinge of embarrassment coloring his expression. "Observing. Learning." Your pulse beat violently against your neck as you watched his gaze flicker to your lips. "Fantasizing," he finished, shifting his gaze to meet yours.

You scoffed in disbelief. "Fantasizing?" you repeated. "Why in the Nine would you be fantasizing when you could have any woman in the realm that you desire?" 

He began to walk you backward until your back was pressed against a column, your breathing coming out staggered and shaky as he let go of your hands, now resting one at the curve of your waist and the other cupping your jaw, his fingers gently weaving their way into your hair. "Because I've only ever desired one woman all my life. And I've tried to be content with simply being her friend. Her best and dearest friend," he hissed, the shock sinking in with every word he uttered.

Could it be possible? you thought to yourself. 

"But if the truth is to come out about my experiences, or in my case my lack thereof, then I suppose this truth should come out as well." He placed his thumb against your lips, leaning in until your noses were touching. "I spectate at those couples and I fantasize that it's us. That I am the one eliciting such lustful noises from you. That it is my name you scream and sigh when  your pleasure crests and tapers." 

Coherent thoughts had escaped you as you processed his words, your mind filled with the possibilities of the fantasies he'd conjured in his vast imagination. "Why--" you choked out, barely able to even form words. "Why'd you never--"

"You deserve the best that the Nine has to offer," he said simply. "I am not--I simply am not. But I needed you to hear the truth from me now before anyone else's words may have reached your precious little ears." He placed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I desire you, darling Y/N. For as long as I could remember all I've longed was to be yours. And to make you mine in return." 

He rested his forehead against yours as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and pressed your body flush against his, making you let out a sharp gasp as you felt his hardening member pressing against your lower stomach. "What if--" you breathed out, struggling to form words. "What if that sentiment was returned?" 

You could feel his hand tracing up the laces at the back of your dress, his breathing as labored and as heavy as yours. "Then there is one final truth to reveal." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, speaking his next words against your skin. "I want it to be you. I crave for you to be my first. My only." He pressed another kiss to your skin. "Ever since we were mere children sparring with wooden weapons because we were not strong enough or big enough to lift real blades. Since then I've only longed for you." 

His words felt like a dream to you. They didn't feel real. To hear him say that all this time your feelings had been returned? That the centuries past had been spent with you both in states of longing, never knowing until today that the other had felt the same? The elation felt too exquisite to be real. Perhaps it wasn't.

"Am I dreaming?" you breathed out, feeling your body begin to grow faint as you kept striving to process the situation, becoming more and more overwhelmed with his proximity, his touch, his scent. As if he were flooding all your senses. "This doesn't feel real. All this time?" You grew heady with the feel of him pressing more kisses to your skin, his hold on you tightening by the slightest, pressing himself even closer to you if that were even possible. "We've squandered so much time." 

Those words seemed to set something in him alight as he tilted his head enough that the next kiss he gave you was to your lips. And the moment your lips finally met it felt as if electricity had spread throughout the entirety of your body, as if you were finally jolted to life after merely existing for so agonizingly long. 

You stayed there for what felt like hours, your tentative kisses increasing in passion and desperation, as if you were trying to compensate for all the wasted centuries with each touch of your lips. Your little whimpers turned more and more lustful as his hands roamed your body, and even more so the moment his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you in place when his mouth slanted over yours and his tongue slid against yours. 

"I've longed for you, too," you managed to say as you gasped for breath when you both finally pulled away and he proceeded to press tender kisses to your neck. "Please," you said in a whimper as he found a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and proceeded to lightly suck on the spot, making you arch your neck toward him. "Make me yours," you sighed as he hummed a sound of contentment against your skin.

"You must tell me if I hurt you, Y/N. Promise me," he pleaded as his hands went to the back of your dress, fumbling along the lacing and beginning to undo the ties. You could only smile sweetly at him for his concern as he went on. "I've read that…that it could hurt. I don't want to hurt you, I love you--" He caught himself too late and his eyes widened in sheer horror as he watched yours start tearing up. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that--"

"I love you, too," you said hurriedly, as if the words couldn't escape you fast enough.  You pulled him towards you to kiss him again before telling him, "You need not worry about hurting me. You can't." Tears welled in your eyes as you explained further. "You won't be my first. And because of that you cannot be my only. But I want you to be my last." 

At that moment he finally successfully untied and unlaced the bodice of your dress, a victorious grin adorably pulling at the corners of his mouth before he grasped your waist and pulled you flush against his body to kiss you decadently. He slowly, methodically, stripped you of your dress, placing his lips upon your skin as it was exposed to him. 

Once your dress and smallclothes hit the floor of his bed chamber he took a step back, taking in your naked form. "Exquisite," he breathed out, reaching out to tuck his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up at him. "I would like to show you what I've learned. If you'll let me." 

All air left your lungs as you mutely nodded your response and with a wave of his hand, the leather and metal of his armor disappeared in a flash of green, baring himself to you. "I wanted to do that," you mumbled with a playful pout.

"Next time, my love," he chuckled before placing a kiss on your lips, lifting you so easily into his arms as he carried you to his bed. Once he had you laid out before him on the mattress, he hovered over you, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss. "Do I need to ready you?" he asked tentatively.

You'd felt him faintly earlier but you couldn't quite give him a sure answer. "Let me see you." He stepped back to allow you to peruse him in all his glorious nakedness. You took a moment to appreciate his lithe form, the power emanating from the well-defined but not bulky muscles all throughout his torso and arms, before letting your gaze travel down. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in such an unflattering sound as you laid your eyes on his erection. "Yes," you blurted out in a mix of shock and panic. "If you don't you might actually hurt me." 

Though you were no stranger to the experience of laying with another, you were most definitely not experienced in sharing a bed with someone so…well-equipped. You had no doubts that if he tried to enter you as you were now, the stretch alone would ensure you would be walking rather uncomfortably the following morning. 

He stepped toward the bed once more and tentatively touched  his fingers to your ankle, his soft touch trailing up the entire length of your leg until they met the outside of your folds. You bit your lip as he teasingly ran his fingers lightly along, refusing to push any further. At the risk of his mischievous nature getting the better of him, you decided to goad the god. "I believe this is the part where you show me what you've learned from the last few centuries, my King." 

Loki simply smirked at you as he pressed further against your folds, gasping softly once his digits made contact with your wet, heated core. "Oh, my darling Y/N…" he breathed, his touch becoming firmer as he slowly stroked up the length of your slit until he had your hips jerking violently against his touch once his digits met the aching and swollen bundle of nerves above your entrance.

"Fuck!" you cried out with an obscene moan as he guided his movements based on how your body reacted to him. You watched with widened eyes as he sunk to his knees, bringing his face level to your sex, your pleasured screams echoing around the room when he licked into your entrance before latching his lips onto your clit, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub.

Your breathing grew labored as he placed his free hand on your inner thigh, holding you open for him to continue his attentions before placing that same leg over his shoulder and giving you no escape from his mouth. The god had you letting out a sound that could only be described as a squeak once you felt his fingers return to your heated passage and push their way inside, prodding and scissoring at your walls. 

Norns, he'd learned this simply from watching? You couldn't dare imagine how thoroughly he would surely destroy you once he'd memorized every minute reaction of your body to his actions. Once he'd had enough time to practice and he'd learned how to play your body like a virtuoso with an instrument. 

When you could feel the coil tightening in your body, your walls clenching unashamedly around his fingers, you whimpered a broken plea of his name. "I--I'm…I'm--" 

"Shh, darling," he spoke against you, the vibrations from his voice pushing you ever closer to completion. "I've got you," he said before giving you a wicked grin and once again closing his lips over your clit and resuming his pace, his digits now moving as if they were searching for that spot inside of you that would push you over the edge. And then he curled his fingers, finding that very spot and setting your body aflame once again.

You yelled his name with a salacious moan as you arched your back off the bed and came on his fingers. All that you could utter were whimpered utterances of his name and how you loved him while he shamelessly lapped at your release as you came down from your high. 

When you felt you could think coherently again, you breathed out, "You are going to absolutely ruin me, do you know that?" He didn't answer you; instead, he hovered over you once more and lined the tip of his shaft to your still clenching entrance, pressing his lips to your neck as he pushed his way inside you in slow, careful thrusts.

"Oh Y/N. My dear heart," he rasped in your ear. "That isn't even the beginning of what I've learned in these last few centuries." He let out a staggered cry of your name once he'd fully sheathed himself in you as you uttered a broken moan. "Are you alright, my love? Have I hurt you?" he asked frantically, pressing tender kisses to your cheek and temple. 

"No," you whimpered. "You're perfect. Absolutely devastatingly perfect." You pressed a fevered kiss to his shoulder, your heart swelling at the turn of events today had taken. He let out a sigh of audible relief, his breath ruffling the fringe hairs at the crown of your head, before pressing one more kiss to your temple and beginning to move in a slow, tender pace. 

"You feel sublime," he whispered through staggered breaths. "I'm sorry I won't--"

"It's okay," you cooed, weaving your fingers through his raven hair and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Lasting longer comes with practice. At least I think it does. Just let go." You tilted your head so your lips could meet in a breathless, impassioned kiss. "I've got you." 

You moaned into each other's mouths as his pace staggered, hips jerking uncontrollably against yours as you felt him spilling his seed into you. Then your eyes snapped open as you felt his hand slowly reach between you and start rubbing against your already overstimulated clit, sending you past the brink of your own ecstasy as well. 

With a final exhale, he pulled out of you and dropped unceremoniously beside you onto the bed, his arm reaching over to pull you into a sated embrace. As his chest heaved trying to catch his breath, his eyes met yours, filled with unmistakable elation as he breathed the words, "Marry me." 

You instinctively wanted to sass him about proposing to the first woman he laid with, but you stopped yourself as you took into consideration the words he'd said earlier. This situation wasn't the type to be questioned with 'Already?', but rather the type to be concluded with 'Finally'. Centuries of both of you spent believing that your love had been one-sided…you knew there was only one correct response.

"Yes." As he leaned into press his lips to yours, however, you simply couldn't resist. "My King." 

A/N: I remember seeing a comment a long time ago in another fic (not sure if it was here or on AO3) that there's only a very small selection of Virgin!Loki fics to choose from, and truly I hope this piece is a worthy addition to that group of stories. (But if it's not, don't tell me I cry easily--)

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Could you do inexperienced Aemond with an experienced partner

Teaching A Dragon New Tricks

Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 3.2k+

About: You and Prince Aemond have been giving each other eyes for some time now, and he finally makes the first move. After that, you feel comfortable showing him a few things. His drive for knowledge extends beyond books.

Includes: Aemond being a cute noobie (nerd), having an awakening to the magic of women, and explicit sexual content! Featuring male masturbation, vaginal fingering, and fem receiving oral.

Note: Hello lovely reader! My first ever request ahhhhh! This was seriously so much fun to think about and write. It's my first time writing this dynamic. I hope I did your request justice! As always, please enjoy! ♥

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The first time Aemond kissed you he almost missed your lips. That’s not how any prince in the storybooks acted – they always knew how to make pretty maidens swoon. 

Surely Aemond’s misaim was a jest? Although… you’d never known, or witnessed, him being the jesting type. 

You looked up at him wide-eyed and surprised. You held your breath high in your throat, and Aemond must have too, judging by how his nostrils flared. Blood bloomed beneath his alabaster cheeks. His single eye desperately searched yours.

Had he misunderstood all of your shared experiences? Brief and in passing as some of them might have been? Had Aegon told him to “kiss her, brother. Why haven’t you yet? When you do, make sure to hold her throat like this and move your tongue through her mo–” he’d stopped listening at that point, blinking puzzlingly at the mental image of choking you for a kiss. He couldn’t imagine how that’d be enjoyable.

Yet, now he wondered if he should have done exactly what Aegon said.

“I– I’m sor–,” he started, taking half a step back. Embarrassment burned his pride.

You blinked, then, eyes sparkling with some sort of secret amusement. “Aemond Targaryen… dragon prince and rider of Vhagar…,” you said slyly. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”

If he blushed before, he damn near combusted with the absolute ease in which you read him. “Am I that obvious?”

A giggle answered his nervous question. Light, and airy, the sound full of magic like spring-pink flowers twirling in the wind. Were it anyone else you might have turned away with no intention of seeking a second. But, with Aemond? Since becoming a lady-in-waiting for Helaena you’d been smitten by him. You stepped forward, toe to toe with the tall, lithe, sheepish prince, and placed your hands on his chiseled face. “Let’s try that again, silly prince…,” you said before standing on your tippy toes to press your lips to his in a much more well-aimed kiss.

It was that day, in the soft sunbeams of Helaena’s empty bedchamber, that you showed Aemond the art of kissing until both of your lips were swollen. He learned wickedly fast.

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After breaking fast it was a ritual for Helaena and her children to spend time in the gardens – rain or shine. Luckily it’d been sunny for a few days and last week’s downpour finally dried from the top soil. During these hours there never seemed to be a dull moment. You were sent off by the kids with nothing but a linen bag and a mission of finding bugs. They were putting together an insectarium and needed any and everything that crawled. It was a fun break. Fresh air and sunshine brought out the natural colors of your hair as it slowly loosened from its careful bun. 

Before you knew it you were away from the main crowds and pathways. Insects buzzed in the air; quiet and secluded. 

Just as you crouched down, a familiar voice called your name right when a jumping spider inspected your palm. “Shouldn’t you be training, my prince?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder to regard Aemond with your little bug friend.

If he cared about the spider he showed no sign of it. He crouched beside you and gently pushed you onto your back, grinning down at you like the trickster you were learning him to be. Sunlight hit his face and softened his otherwise sharp features. “Not with the sword. I’d rather train other things,” he said in a voice much too huskily. His mouth was on yours. With any luck the spider successfully jumped away and not into yours or his hair. “I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you since the last time I did.”

For someone who literally just learned how to do that he was really good at it. A soft moan vibrated your lips against his. Your hands trailed up the front of his chest and neck, pushing away a stray bit of hair that tickled your collarbone. “Greedy prince…,” you giggled against his mouth, daring to nip his bottom lip.

“Perhaps you should have thought twice before showing me such things,” he replied. His free hand lifted to carefully lay over your throat; putting to first use the trick he learned from Aegon. Your reaction – arching beneath him – had his pupil swelling. "You like that?"

You nodded with a breathless smile. "Yeah. Not too hard though. It feels good just there," you purred, thighs pressing together as warmth built and collected in your core. The heavy kissing and exploring nibbles felt as if you were making up for lost time; Aemond One-Eye starved of affection. Muscles in your belly tightened and it took all you had to pull away from him, eyes dreamy and half-lidded. "Aemond… I want you to touch me. Please," your voice rasped. Wanton.

He looked at you curiously. "I am touching you," he answered, dipping to rub the tip of his nose against yours.

You fought another giggle. "No, my prince, I mean really touch me." You bent an elbow to lean up on it and carefully grabbed his hand with your other. In a guided trail, you swept his palm from your neck to your thigh and watched his expression all the while. "Have you ever pleasured a woman before?"

Color rose in his face, and even in the midmorning sun his pupil swelled. The strained tightness in the front of his trousers throbbed against where he leaned against you. "No," he half croaked. "Will… will you teach me like you did the other day with your kiss?" He squeezed your thigh with his question, marveling at the softness.

"Yes," you answered with an inward hiss. Gripping his wrist you added, "not here. Anyone could be around. And I am to be with princess Helaena all day. Tonight?"

"Not tonight. Now," he said. 

“I cannot just leave her and her children behind!”

Some might not believe it, but Prince Aemond had tiny dimples when he smirked. Dimples. He leaned into the crook of your neck and kissed, then bit, and kissed again. Goosebumps tickled his lips when he said, “good thing the princess is my sister and I’m not obliged to her law.” Without giving you a chance to protest he stood and pulled you to your feet. He guided you back to the main path and paid little mind to bystanders.

“Brother, where are you taking her?” Helaena asked once she saw the two of you – his arm wrapped around your back as if for support.

“I found her off the path. She’s fainted. I’m taking her to her room,” he replied swiftly; the dirt on your back making his lie appear genuine.

Once inside the Red Keep, instead of taking you in the direction of your sleeping quarters, he took you to his. You two were able to sneak inside and latch the door without anyone seeing. You'd been in here before, but never under these circumstances. Excitement fluttered in your core and when his mouth found yours again you buzzed with anticipation. "Someone is eager…," you muttered playfully against his lips.

"Says the maiden who's given into the carnal desires of flesh outside of wedlock," he scolded against the side of your neck, nipping. "You unholy creature."

You gasped at the sensation of his teeth. "You might be surprised to know things aren't as strict among the smallfolk as it is with you nobles," you whizzed in response. "I'm quite glad to be born where I was. You royals are so uptight." 

Through the banter Aemond led you towards his bed until the backs of your legs bumped against the edge of it. When you fell backwards with him above you, his silky pale hair like a curtain around your face, you wanted nothing else than to stay there for countless hours. "Are you going to keep babbling or show me how to make you feel good?" His smirk had an edge of darkness and you wondered if he was being entirely honest with you in regard to his experience.

Aemond wasn't lying. Truthfully, he hadn't any experience. That didn't mean he hadn't "accidentally" read about things here and there in sordid library books. And having Aegon as a brother meant he was victim to unsolicited advice and peer pressure often. The books were out of curiosity, whereas Aegon’s taunts were simply annoying. 

He had an idea of how things worked. Though, he never had the opportunity to act upon such things.

"Aemond… if you don't start doing something I think you'll drive me positively insane."

Following the passive command, his hand began slowly trailing up your leg. He pushed your skirts up as he did so, allowing the fabric to bunch up until it barely covered your smallclothes. His gaze shifted from between his hand and your face – eager to see your reaction. "Something like this, right?"

Against your will, you arched beneath him and grinned breathlessly. "Yeah," you replied. The scratch of his skin on yours had your core flexing with a need beyond your control. "A little higher still…," you said, smiling.

Shifting his weight, he laid on his side, now, able to look from your face to the space between your thighs that was becoming more and more exposed. The backs of his fingers brushed along your covered mound and you jolted, narrowly missing crashing your forehead to his chin. "Are you okay?"

Blushing, you squeaked, "yes." 

"Are you sure? You nearly headbutted me."

"Shh.. shut up!" You laughed, embarrassed. "Gods. Keep doing that, there, feels so good," you said as you pulled your skirts higher up your front. Intentional or not, his teasing made you, somehow, want him even more. "Actually… these are just in the way," you added, tugging your own underwear off.

He watched you with surprise in his eye. He'd never seen this side of you – or any woman, in that fact – and with each passing moment the prince felt an undiscovered part of himself roar to life. He liked it. Pulse drummed in his chest and behind his ears, and he had to steady his hand as he lowered it to cup your bare mound. Breath quickly hitched in his throat. "You're so warm," he whispered, shuddering. The pads of his fingers pressed curiously along the outside of your folds and he bit down on his own lower lip to stifle a sound he’d never quite made before. “And slick.”

You allowed the sound he bit back to flow freely from your throat. “Surely you know how it works…,” you teased, thighs opening more than they already were. “Women get wet where men get hard.” His touch was curious and inexperienced, yet something about it was endearing and made your belly tighten. When he grazed your clit you whimpered, melting into the mattress. “Right there,” you whispered thickly. “Is my pearl. It’s very sensitive and the center of a woman’s pleasure,” you added, voice and cheeks sultry alike.

The front of Aemond’s pants had never been tighter. He turned quickly off the bed to kneel at the end of it, pulling your legs until you were right where he wanted. His attention flickered between your face and that needy space between your thighs; glistening and pink with desire. One hand held you open while the thumb of the other grazed all over your parted slit, exploring. Soft wet sounds accentuated your panting. The pressure of his thumb shifted from firm to light, and he tested different types of strokes, tearing his focus from your cunt only to watch your face for your reaction. “Here?” He questioned, sliding over your swollen bud.

Your hands tightened in his bedding. A moan came from your slackened jaw and you nodded down at him, watching him observe you. “Yes.”

He circled it, slid across it, and stroked along it. The sounds you made shot right to his cock and made his head heavy as if he’d drank too much wine. In tandem with some of his motions he saw the way your little opening clenched and relaxed around nothing; arousal seeping out of you lewdly, pleadingly, driving him to the brink of madness. He throbbed in his pants. Without entirely realizing it, he opened the front of them to let his cock free. He sighed at the freeing sensation. He groaned something in High Valyrian, cuntdrunk at the sight of you spread open so prettily.

"Push a finger in. I want to feel you," you said down at him breathlessly, one of your hands moving to gently cup the side of his head. If you thought him roguishly dashing before, seeing him here and now, knelt and learning the ways of your body, made him tenfold. It was all too much. Aemond Targaryen, despite his virginity, might very well bring you to the height of pleasure. 

He did as instructed: thumb slipped easily into you and you both gasped at the same time. He'd never felt anything quite like the sensation of you. Warm – no, hot – slippery, and spongy.

"Oh fuck…," you moaned softly. The hand at the side of his head squeezed into his hair, practically tugging at his ear. "More, my prince, please. Try a different finger and move it around inside me." It was a surprise you could speak so clearly as lust blazed through your entire form.

Aemond slipped his thumb out and replaced it with his index. The moan that elicited from you sent him crazy. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered reading something from somewhere: using one's mouth to get a woman ready for coupling. He hadn't a clue where, or how, or what, but before he could talk himself out of it his mouth was on you. If his touch felt good on your pearl, then surely his tongue might too. 

"Oh my Gods..! No.. you don't have to do that," you blushed, fingernails clawing into his scalp as you stared down at him dumbfounded. In your experience men rarely did this to women, and less enjoyed the act of it.

"Does it feel good?" He asked with sincerity, not wanting to hurt you with his inexperience. 

"Yes!"

He smirked and went back to it. Tongue and lips were tentative and unsure, as was his finger still pressed into you, but it hardly stopped you from finding both amusement and bliss in it. He licked all over your folds with the flat of his tongue; tang and salt and a hint of sweetness overtaking his senses. He hadn't a clue how he'd gone so long without experiencing this. Remembering what you said about moving his finger, he did just that. He swirled it around between your slick velvety walls and reveled in how you felt wrapped around his digit.

"Mmf…!" You panted, gripping tighter into his hair. "Keep doing that. With your tongue on my pearl, too," you simpered, the low muscles in your belly flipping and tightening.

The young prince was eager to listen and learn. He followed your instruction. He even dared to add his middle finger too, slowly moving and curling them around. You were so wet, and warm, and tight around him. If you felt like this around his fingers he could only imagine what you'd feel like around his cock. He moaned at the thought, lapping your clit with more confidence and enthusiasm.

You were trying so hard to keep your legs open and relaxed for him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. For someone who claimed to never have done this before it still felt wonderful. Any time his mouth would begin to stray away from where you wanted him, you pushed him back where he needed to be. The combination of your gently rolling pelvis, pleasured sounds, and hold in his hair, kept him on track. Shifting your legs around a bit, you slung one over his shoulder. The slight change had him finding a spot along your walls that had you seeing stars. "Right there!" You preened, thighs squeezing to lock him in place. 

"Is it too much?" He asked, a little taken back with your sudden reaction to whatever it was he'd been doing. 

When you looked down at him you nearly lost it. Your arousal glossed his mouth and he looked, somehow, innocent and wild alike. "Yes! But no… keep going. Please don't stop," you whined, desperate, using your hand still tangled in his hair to guide him back down to you.

Even with his jaw aching for a break, he obeyed. He kept his fingers right there where you seemed to really like it, curling and massaging along a section that felt a little different than the rest of the area. He stayed on your bundle of nerves, too, flicking and lapping and relishing every single noise his attention pulled from you. His free hand pumped along his cock; aching and rigid and feeling like it could burst at any second. He moaned into you. He wasn't going to last. 

Pleasure peaked and your thighs squeezed around his head again. "Aemond!" You mewled at the top of your climax, the entirety of your womanhood pulsing and shuddering with release. 

He couldn't hold back his own release. Never before had he heard his name said like that or called out like that – never experienced the excitement of a spasming cunt. He spent himself as he groaned into you. The last spills of his seed dribbled down his fist while the earlier, more powerful, ropes already began to soak into his bedding.

Your thighs finally relaxed around him and you gently pushed his head away, too sensitive for more. A sheen of sweat collected on your forehead and you felt heat high in your cheeks. Blushed, panting, and satisfied, you looked down at Aemond with bright sparkling eyes. "I don't believe you. You had to have done all of that before."

Slick coated his mouth and chin. His single eye was black with more emotions than you could read and he looked damn near wicked. "More," be said greedily as he squeezed your thighs; already a man addicted.

What had you awoken in the dragon prince? Your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, eyes communicating more than your mouth was currently capable of.

Just then, a knock on his door broke both of you out of the post-orgasm stupor.

He cleared his throat and said, "what is it?" in only a slightly trembling voice.

"Prince Aemond, you are being summoned to the small council meeting."

Annoyance washed over him and he swallowed it with a sigh. "I will be there shortly."

When no other sound came from the door, he tucked himself away and stood from where he'd been kneeling. "You're lucky, my lady, to be off the hook." He grinned cheekily and self-satisfied. He offered his clean hand to help you up before going to wash the other along with his face.

"There's more I can show you another time, if you'd like," you said as you straightened your garb to return to regular duties – as if Aemond hadn't just given you one of the best, if a bit clumsy, orgasms. "You're a very fast learner."

"We can continue to put that to the test," he said with a dark glimmer behind his eye. His angular features were sly in a way you'd never seen before, and you wondered what sort of things simmered in his mind.

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Unveiling Loyalties

Summary: As you spend more time with your new friends, you slowly realize how toxic your ex-best friend was. And now when you are fake-dating her ex the past years of 'friendship' begin to haunt you...

Pairing: Sirius black x hufflepuff!reader

Warnings: past toxic friendship, past toxic relationship (not with the reader), insecurities, self conscious, fake dating

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I rushed down the halls trying to ignore the stares, but failing miserably. I was getting overwhelmed by the attention. How did I shut it all down? How did I ignore seraphs deathstare?

Her words were clouding my mind. I felt guilty towards Sirius because I left him alone in the library, but I was just so scared. I was scared that this fake relationship will fuck me up. That it's all just a game. Because for me it's so much more.

"He's just passing the time with you."

Every minute I spend with Sirius I want to make it 2 more. But I don't know if he feels the same. The fear that I am pretending more into his actions is following me.

"You're so naive, whisky. You just think to much about it." the little girl felt embarrassed as her best friend told her the hurtful truth. "But don't worry. I will help you fit in."

And I did fit in. I went with her to the meetings with her slytherin friends and didn't stand out. I kept quiet and just did what she wanted. But I neber felt like an equal. I was just decoration to make them look better. But that wasn't important right now.

It was late afternoon, so there were still many people outside. However, I went to our dorm to avoid them. I ran up the stairs to our room and finally stood in front of the door. I sighed and wanted to go in, but then I heard it.

Crying.

Carefully, I pushed down the handle and entered. The crying stopped. "Who's there?" Lydia's voice trembled.

"It's me," I whispered and walked slowly towards her. She looked surprised and turned away. "Did something happen? Why aren't you with Sirius?"

"We finished earlier," I said and sat down next to her on the bed. "That's not important now. What's wrong?"

She still looked into the distance. "Nothing," she said. Her eyes were red and swollen. Yes, that definitely didn't look like nothing. We were silent for a while, and I didn't know what to say.

"Where is Maya?" I finally asked to lighten the mood. But it seemed to have the opposite effect as she hunched even more.

At first, she didn't say anything, but eventually, she answered, "She's on a date."

"Oh." I was confused. Why hadn't Maya said anything about it? "She didn't say anything about it."

Lydia snorted and looked at me with a sad smile. "No, she probably wanted to keep it a secret. I saw her with Luke today; he's from Ravenclaw, and we're good friends. But apparently, I didn't know how good of friends they were because I saw them together in Hogsmeade today."

Her voice was trembling again, and I slowly took her into my arms. "Maybe you misunderstood something?" I tried to help her.

"Yeah, maybe…" she mumbled into my shoulder and hugged me back slowly. She was shaking and i heard a small muffled sob.

"Do you like him?" I asked her. Somehow, she reminded me of myself when Seraph started dating Sirius. The devastation after you realize that you will never have a chance. I'll probably never forget that feeling.

She was quiet for a moment. Then she gently pulled away from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. Her red swollen eyes were trying hard to not let another tear escape, but that seemed impossible. She seemed to struggle to maintain her composure. Then she took a deep breath. "I like Maya."

"Oh, Lydia…" She looked into my eyes, and I could see new tears forming. Then she cried, not holding back. She buried her head in my shoulder again and sobbed while I stroked her back.

"For how long?" I asked her gently, and she sobbed again. "Since the third year." she whispered. "And she's been going on dates with other guys. It's just hopeless." Another sob escaped from her.

"Have you talked to her about it?" I asked her, and she laughed briefly without joy.

"About what? Hi, I'm actually completely in love with you, and I hope you like me too, even though I know you actually like boys!" she snorted, and I felt her cry even harder.

"I'm just so afraid that she doesn't love me as I love her. I don't even know why I am bothering you with it, we don't know each other that well... " she whispered to me, and I felt the words deep in my bones.

"I'm here for you, okay? I'll listen to you." I whispered to her. It felt wrong to give her advice when I couldn't really understand her situation. I wanted to show her that she could talk to me, that was the best thing I could do. "We are friends, right?"

"From today on, we're all friends, okay??"

I felt a little smile from her, but it quickly faltered from another sob.

"I know I should get over it, but I can't. I can't forget her; I can't even be mad at her. It's not even her fault!" another sob. "That's the curse of Hufflepuffs. We stay even when the other person is long gone."

~~

Eventually, she fell asleep from exhaustion. I had put her in bed, covered her up, and left some water beside her so that she had something to drink when she woke up since she had lost so much water.

I thought about her words for a long time. She couldn't let go of her feelings for Maya because she was trapped in a complex sense of loyalty to her. I felt guilty. How could I not have noticed her suffering all these years?

She must have cried alone here many times before. How did I never notice that?

Because I was with Seraph. I was always out with her or doing things for her in the library. Was it really always like that? Was I really so blind?

Lydia probably hadn't gotten used to the fact that I would be spending more time here now. Or she had expected me to spend more time with Sirius.

Slowly, the door opened, and a tired Maya looked at me. She was holding something, but as she saw me, she quickly hid her it behind her back. "Oh, hi (y/n)!" she said, almost nervously.

She looked behind me, and when she didn't see anyone, she looked at me with tension. "Is Lydia still awake?"

I shook my head and looked at her questioningly. "Why?"

She first looked at me assessingly. Then she sighed and stopped hiding what was in her hands. It was a small yellow teddy bear.

"I was looking for a birthday present for her and bought it today. I don't want her to find out, that's why I didn't tell you, sorry." She carefully passed by me and hid the bear in a box under her bed.

"That's why you were in Hogsmeade today with Luke?" I asked and immediately regretted it. Lydia had confided in me about the situation under distress, I shouldn't tell Maya anything about it.

Maya looked at me questioningly. "How do you know that?"

"I… saw you guys going." I finally said and hoped my lie would come off convincingly.

It didn't.

"Okay… But yes, that's why I went with Luke. We searched also for a present for his brother Luis. He got heartbroken and even though he is stubborn to say that he is happy for her, he is really suffering. But Luke also wanted to help me pick out the gift since Lydia had apparently told him what she wished for."

Maya tiptoed over to Lydia's bed and looked at her for a while. "Why didn't you just tell me?" she whispered so softly that I could hardly hear it. She looked at Lydia for a long time. She wiped a little hair strand out of Lydia's face. She seemed almost... Debilitated.

As she turned to me, she quickly hid that impression behind a mask and smiled. "Let's look together tomorrow at what you want to give her. Let's sleep now before we wake the dorm up even more."

And I went to bed feeling very confused.

~~

I woke up very early from loimpresud noise coming from outside. I looked out the window and saw brooms flying and balls swirling around. The training for the game must have already started. Today, classes were canceled to fully enjoy the match.

"Do you see him from here?"

Lydia was sitting awake on her bed. The cup I had placed here was empty. Maya was fast asleep.

"No?" I knew she was talking about Sirius, but I didn't understand why she was asking me.

She gave me a crooked smile. She would have giggled softly, but she still seemed exhausted. "Then you'll have to go out."

"What? Why?" I was confused.

"You like him. He likes you. So go out and cheer for him so he can play for you!" she said and stood up. She went to the mirror and combed her hair.

"I don't know if…"

She still looked at me with a smile. "What don't you know?"

"I don't know if he wants to see me now." I confessed finally, and she looked at me puzzled.

"Did you guys fight?" "No…" "Then why wouldn't he want to see you? You're together, aren't you?" Now she looked at me with concern.

I looked away and didn't know what to say. Somehow I was ashamed of worrying. I was ashamed of even ending up in this situation. I hadn't even wanted to make Seraph mad, but I couldn't resist Sirius's smile.

I was ashamed of my feelings.

"You're scared. What are you scared of?" Lydia's voice was soft.

I stayed silent and looked at the flowers on my table. Their shine was much fainter than yesterday morning. Was that just my imagination?

"You know… you don't have to tell me anything if you feel uncomfortable. I just want to say that you can talk to me as well as I talked to you yesterday."

She got up and sat down next to me on the bed. Maya was still sleeping. "I trust you. I would also hope that you trust me. Of course, I can't force that, it takes time. But I hope you know that I value you and would never exploit anything you say here. You're my friend, little mouse. I'm not Seraph."

She smiled encouragingly at me now.

"She wasn't on a date." I whispered back. I somehow felt guilty and wanted to help both of them. I didn't want to see miscommunication between them.

Lydia's shoulders relaxed, and it seemed like a huge weight had been lifted off them. But then she shook her head.

"That's not important right now. It's about you, not me. How do you feel?"

Inside me, a little girl cried as her best friend told her she had no chance with her crush. The little girl believed her. Still believes her.

"I'm unsure. I'm afraid of getting false hopes. That everything I'm doing right now is a mistake and she's right."

"He's just passing the time with you." The little girl burst into tears again because of the words of her former best friend.

Lydia looked at me with concern and put a hand on my shoulder. "What false hopes? He's with you." she whispered to me encouragingly, and tears welled up.

Her eyes widened as she saw the tears. "What's wrong?"

"It's not like that…" I tried to calm myself down, as it was pathetic how much of a fuss I was making.

But Lydia just gently stroked my back.

"We're not really together." I finally confessed, and then the tears flowed. All the emotions I kept with myself seemed to flow out of me.

"What? What do you mean?" Lydia was confused, looking at me as if I had said the Earth was square.

"He wanted to pretend to be with me to make Seraph angry. And to divert attention from my hair and the prank." I paused between the statements to catch my breath.

Lydia stayed silent for a moment. Then she hugged me.

We sat there for a while, and eventually she broke the silence. "Go to him. Because I believe he really likes you. He hasn't looked at Seraph or given her any attention in ages. I don't think it's about her anymore."

I looked at her skeptically, and she smiled at me. "Plus, you didn't see how he looked at you yesterday. That can't all be fake. Unless he is a proffer actor."

I let go of her and gave her an uncertain smile. "He's also nice and understanding towards me, I just don't think he likes me that way…"

"If you don't hurry up, the practice will be over! Come on, go to him. How would you know if you don't even try?" we stared at each other for a while.

Finally, I stood up and prepared to go out. Lydia looked at me questioningly before I left.

"Can I explain this to Maya? Otherwise, we won't tell anyone, I promise!" she said, and I smiled. I nodded, and as I walked out, a warmth spread within me. I wasn't alone. I could entrust my feelings to them.

I trusted them.

~~

I walked through the corridors of the castle and felt tons lighter. It felt good to be able to tell friends how I felt. Seraph had never cared about that.

The corridors were empty since it was still very early. The only ones awake were probably outside watching the players warm up.

Excitement slowly rose within me. Maybe Sirius would really be happy to see me. I looked forward to watching them and wishing them luck before they played this afternoon.

I went outside, and you could already see the large Quidditch field from a distance. I approached the spectator stands. There were a few people from Gryffindor in the stands as well. I approached the stands when suddenly someone behind me laughed.

I wanted to just keep going, but I stopped when I heard the voice behind me.

"Ahhh, Whisky! I haven't seen you with us in a long time." I turned around and saw Leander grinning at me. The Slytherin boy and his best friend Damien were on the Slytherin Quidditch team.

"Why did you bring her? I thought it would only be us..." the boy in green told her best friend. But the little girl was used to this words. She was used to not being wanted.

He was standing with his broom and uniform. The team was on the other side from the Gryffindor people and seemed to be waiting to start practicing themselves.

"You should be in Slytherin right now. Especially since you're acting like a snake!" Leander continued grinning at me, and Damien burst out laughing. "Yeah, I have no idea how you ended up in Hufflepuff! Loyalty isn't a word I associate with you."

I wanted to keep going, but Leander shook his head behind me. "You're a real slut, you know that? Seraph took you in, and how did you thank her? You betrayed her." His voice was venomous.

Damien grinned at me. "Yeah, I mean abandon your friends to be with a boy that is so obviously a self obsessed asshole is really a move. If you needed dick that hard you could have just asked me!"

I felt ashamed and disgusted, but anger was rising within me. "Last time I checked, Leander wanted her to get over Sirius so badly?"

Damien stopped laughing and became quiet. I turned to Leander. "I thought you wanted her to finally stop chasing after him? I thought you wanted her to turn to you, why are you so angry?" I didn't know where these words were coming from, but it felt good to defend myself.

Leander looked at me with narrowed eyes. He approached menacingly, and I wanted to step back, but I stayed in place. "Listen to me carefully…" he whispered as he stood right in front of me. "Just because you're with Mister Playboy doesn't mean you're better than before. You're still the same embarrassing Whisky who can't do anything for herself. Soon you'll come crawling to Seraph and beg her for forgiveness. And she'll have to clean up your mess like always."

He stood dangerously close, and I tried to back away, but he grabbed my arms and held me tightly. "You're just incapable of doing things yourself. Not one decision was made by yourself."

"What's going on down there?" a shout came from above.

"Hey, man, let her go, she's not worth it." Damien tried to convince Leander, but he continued to hold me tightly. His grip was so tight that my arms hurt. I wanted to scream and everything inside of me was alarming me, but my voice didn't spoke up.

"And I thought you would appreciate her. You know, I liked you. You were good to Seraph. I didn't expect such disgusting behavior from YOU." he continued talking.

I tried to free myself from his grasp, but he tightened his hold, and his fingernails broke the surface of my skin.

"Let me go!" I finally shouted. For the first time, my voice did what it was supposed to.

Then he pushed me hard against the wall of the stands. My head hit hard, and it throbbed.

"Here, I let you go."

I tried to get up and run away, but my head hurt terribly. I looked at Leander, who was giving me an disgusted look. Then he was lifted into the air. In an instant, Sirius rushed down on his broom and seemed ready to pounce on him, but was a moment to late.

"LEANDER!" Damien reached out to him but couldn't reach him in time.

Leander looked around frantically and screamed. I looked for the person responsible and saw someone on the stands with a raised wand.

"Marlene, you bitch!" Leander shouted at her, but Marlene just looked at him critically.

"Be glad I brought you to safety." she said.

Sirius in front of me looked like he could kill someone. But then he turned to me and looked at me with concern. "Are you okay?" he sat down in front of me and examined my face and arms.

He saw the blood streaks on my arms and looked furious. "It's all right, it doesn't hurt. My head is already feeling much better." I tried to reassure him, but he shook his head.

"Now Selwyn, you have really messed up!" he turned to his broom, but Marlene held him and looked at him critically. She had let Leander fall to the ground. He seemed to be in pain, but nothing serious.

"You won't start a fight before the game, Black. We need you for the game."

Sirius glared at her. "I'm glad you think that, but I couldn't care less about the game right now."

Instead of running away, Leander came in our direction. "Come on, Black!" he shouted from a distance. He had a look that could rival Sirius'. He was searching for a fight with Sirius like he wanted one for ages.

"Sirius, it doesn't matter. I provoked him too." I said, trying to calm him down, but he didn't calm down in the least.

"If you're too scared, then listen to your slut! I could always beat you up!" Leander spread his arms wide.

Sirius seemed to shake of anger. "He didn't call you that." he said through clenched teeth.

Leander smiled at him. "But isn't that what she is?"

Sirius wanted to rush at him, but James, who had been flying in the air until then, landed in front of him. "Don't let him provoke you, mate." he said to him, but Sirius didn't listen to him.

He tried to push past him, but James held him back.

"Let me through." Sirius hissed, but James shook his head. "Sirius, I'm not going to lose you right before the game. After the game, you can beat him up, and I'll be happy to help, but please be patient!"

"What? No!" I cried to them, but they didn't listen to me. I felt terribly helpless as I watched them. I was fine, so why was Sirius so angry? I had never seen that murderous look on him before.

Finally, Sirius turned around. "You're lucky, Selwyn. I'll finish you off in the game."

"I can't wait, Black." this one hissed back.

James clapped loudly afterward, signaling the other Gryffindor players to listen to him. "Guys, we're clearing the field now anyway so Slytherin can prepare to be demolished."

The Slytherin team glared at them until they finally got ready to start practicing.

The Gryffindor team went to the locker room, but Sirius approached me before that. As he was standing before me, he seemed to struggle to find the right words.

He was still looking in the direction of the slytherin team and his eyes were narrowed. He took my arms and gently pulled me with him. When they were out of sight he looked at me with this look that made me feel safe. He was still full of anger, I saw that in his eyes, but it soothed me that this anger wasn't directed at me.

"Will you wait for me?"

I just nodded, and he even managed to smile at me.

I didn't even get a chance to watch him play.

After Sirius went into locker room Marlene approached me and seemed delighted to see me. "When Selwyn bothers you again tell me, okay? I can deal with him." she said with a completely different attitude than the one on the field.

I remembered her words in the bathroom and managed to smile back. "Thank you."

She grinned at that. "That also applies for black. Just say if he gets annoying." She winked at me and went to the other Gryffindor girls that were going back to their dorms. The girls that were standing there smiled at me and I didn't feel judged for once.

I had to smile when they walked away, towards the castle.

~~

While I was alone I looked around and took in the nature. The wind blew through the grass and made it dance in waves. The trees rustled and seemed to sing a beautiful melody. The great lake, which wasn't so far away, was babbling. They all seemed excited for the game that was coming up.

Or was that just my interpretation?

"Can I come with you?" The little girl asked her new best friend. This one didn't seemed to be very happy about it. "Why do you want to watch it? It's not even your house?" The naive girl smiled. "I want to cheer with you!"

I tried to shake the memory away but it didn't really get out of my mind. My excitement for the game wavered and my mind rotated around seraph. Why were her words always on my mind?

"Are you coming or not? If you are so scared than perhaps you should find new friends you can be boring with!"

I heard voices that seemed to be from little girls. I looked around for them and eventually found them on the wide green field of grass. There were two girls, seemingly first graders. One was from Gryffindor the other from ravenclaw. The voice was coming from the girl with the red tie and her face was frowning.

"I'm just... Not sure if that would really be worth it. The forest isn't really inviting and when it comes out we would be in massive trouble!" the other girl was shaking and she had to take a couple of breaths between her words.

"You are just a coward!" the other girl glared at her. "I'm not being friends with a whiny coward!" then she turned around.

The others girls eyes widened and there was something glimmering in them. "No, don't leave, please!!"

Slowly I approached them. Something about them triggered something inside of me. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help the ravenclaw girl that was gripping her rope for dear help.

"Is something wrong here?" I asked to make myself noticed. Four big eyes looked at me. Two were glaring the other two were desperate.

"Come on do it! If you drink the whole bottle, you can finally be accepted as an equal in the group!" But the girl was scared to drink a whole bottle of whiskey. "But I don't know if I manage that much alcohol." Her friend rolled the eyes. "Well, if you are such a stuck up, then I guess I have to find a new best friend." The little girl was scared and did drink the whole bottle in front of the slytherin students.

And she vomited on her test the next day.

"No, there is nothing wrong." the Gryffindor girl said and smiled at me. The ravenclaw looked at the ground and was still shaking.

"Is everything okay with you?" I asked the little girl that tried to hide from my gaze.

"She is great!" the other girl said.

"Are you okay?" the boy with the black hair asked the little girl. He probably didn't know her but it meant so much to her. But like always her friend answered instead of ber. "She is great!"

One hour later she was carried to the hospital wing because of very high blood alcohol levels.

"I didn't ask you, I asked her." I said to the girl with the red tie. I looked at the little girl before me and smiled softly at her. "You are right the forest is dangerous. You shouldn't go."

The Gryffindor girl looked at me furious. "Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?!" she yelled at me.

"Don't you know it's called the forbidden forest because it's forbidden to go in?"I asked back and her face went red. She looked at her friend and stomped her foot on the floor.

"This is all your fault! I hate you!" she screamed and ran away in direction castle.

The little girl before me looked after her and quivered. In her eyes was something glistening and water flowed down her cheeks.

"It's not your fault."

Big eyes catched mine and looked uncertain. A hiccup escaped her and she tried to muffle it with her hands. After a while she said something.

"But it feels like I am always ruining her fun."

I sat down on my knees in front of her to be on one level with her. I wiped her tears away and gave her a small knowing smile.

"You know what friendship is?" I asked and she looked at me questioning.

"When you can do anything with each other." she said after a while and her sobs became calmer.

"Not quite. Friendship is not that you have to do everything she wants. Friendship is when you can trust each other with everything and don't have to pretend. Friendship is when you understand and accept each other's feelings. If this understanding is not there, then you are not really friends."

She looked at me with wide eyey.

"Your feelings matter just as much as hers. And if she doesn't understand those then she isn't your real friend."

She began to cry again and hugged me. I was taken back a moment but then hugged her back.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Nera." she softly said.

"Well nera, I am (y/n). If you need help with anything you can always come to me, okay? I am here for you."

She smiled at me and nodded. Her cheeks started to dry and her eyes didn't shine because of the tears anymore.

"Thank you, (y/n)." she shyly said and waved at me as she walked in direction castle. I looked after her and smiled to myself.

A whistle came from behind me. I turned to Sirius who smiled at me. "You should be a prefect, love. You handled that so well."

I laughed softly. "I wouldn't go that far. I just helped the little girl a bit."

He came closer to me and I could feel his warmth as he stood before me. I noticed his wet hair and the one earring he wore. He shaked his head. "You were amazing, love. Not just helping, you comforted her. You have taken care of her. That's one of the tasks of a prefect, love."

I softly smiled at him and for a second I let myself admire him. His eyes and their depth. His hair and their shine. His lips.

"We should go to lunch now, love. I am almost certain you haven't eaten enough today." he teased me and tapped on my nose.

"You have to eat enough too! You have a big game before you." I teased back and he softly laughed. He took my hand and we went to lunch.

The little girl was called whisky after that. At first she didn't mind, but after a while it became like a reminder of that evening. Now she hates the name.

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[shunshunrika]

can you make a headcanon of gojo accidentally making his s/o cry?

please and thank you!

ooo let's go.

warnings: mentions of smut, some angst, some fluff, swearing

"Sweetie, what's up?" Gojo asks, placing his opaque sunglasses on the nightstand and looking at your bundled up form on bed curious. He wouldn't have even noticed you were hiding under the sheets and the pillows if he didn't spot your toe sticking out.

"Sweets." He asks again, poking the top of the sheet mountain when he doesn't get his reply. "Are you okay? You left early too."

Static.

"Okay then." Gojo starts, raising his hand and chanting something. His 'Blue' activation pulls your entire barricade away from you leaving you alarmed and sore-faced like a naked cat.

"Satoru, what the hell!" you yelp, covering your face up quickly. "Can't you leave me alone for a bit? The whole of tonight maybe?" You really felt naked and raw right now. You had stripped out of your expensive spaghetti strap dress that you had bought to tease Satoru and thrown your heels into some forgotten corner of the room. You had laid in this bed for a good 2 hours, only in your bra and underwear, crying your eyes out over what he did.

"You want me to go away?" Satoru asks you with a pout, standing his ground, clearly having no intention of leaving.

"Yes, please. Just leave me alone." you croak. Your throat hurts.

"How can I leave my pretty baby all alone?" he asks, sitting down on the bed beside your hunched over form. "-especially when she seems to have cried an ocean?"

"Don't look at me-" you scramble to hide your face with your hands but Satoru grabs both of your wrists in one hand of his.

"What's wrong?" he asks, now serious, his azure gaze piercing you. "Did someone at the party do something?"

You look at him for a second, gathering some courage. No matter how beautiful Gojo's eyes were, to you, they had always been eerily terrifying as well.

"Why would I need someone to do something when my own boyfriend was there to spoil my night," you smile at him bitterly making him scrunch his brows.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't act stupid Satoru." you scoff. "Everyone saw you flirt with MeiMei at the party. Don't tell me I misunderstood; everyone saw it. It was embarrassing." you spit out.

"Wha-" Gojo almost begun to protest but then stopped.

"Well," he clears his throat. "You don't have the right to complain. You were off flirting with Nanami yourself. Were you not?"

"What do you mean?" you question him. You don't recall flirting with Nanami? Yes, you did have a long and important conversation with him but you never flirted?

"You were looking into his eyes, smiling, you were so interested in what he had to say, you were glued to him for hours!" Satoru said, making his angry-cat face.

"Are you serious?" you ask. "I was talking to him about my promotion. He wants to champion me in front of the higher ups. Nanami is my fucking boss for god's sake, not some tinder date."

"But...." before Satoru could finish his statement, he already knew he had lost the argument, even worse, he had fucked up by doubting you and trying to take petty revenge.

"Satoru Gojo." you grit your teeth. "You stupid, overgrown child."

"I am sorry. I am so sorry, Y/N!" he says, getting down on his knees.

"You know I don't have eyes for anyone else but you right? Mei-san? no way, she's scary as hell."

"I don't know Satoru," you say placing a bare foot on Satoru's chest. "Prove your innocence."

"How?"

"I don't know," you say, pushing your arms together to plump up your cleavage and lean over him.

"Figure something out, you leashless mutt."

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

We will protect you. Part II

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: New information was discovered. Natsume Soseki and Karl take first step to insuring your safety.

Meanwhile, you cuddle with Paul Verlaine and Artur Rimbaud.

Warning: OOC. Stalking. People misunderstood Reader's relationship with BSD Cast. English is my second language.

Part I

Part III

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It was late, but no one in your house were asleep.

While Ranpo, Kunikida, Yosano and Dazai were busy interrogating the robber, the rest of you searched through the house one more time to make sure, that Stalker didn't steal anything and didn't put any cameras into the house.

Thankfully, there weren't any.

Then you took a good look at your clothes and underwear, that Stalker messed up.

That's where Ango's ability came in handy. He read walls' memories.

According to them, some figure, dressed in black with a mask on their head, simply threw your clothes on the floor, and, after taking the drawer with your underwear from the desk, pour red paint on it and threw it on the floor.

Just three or four times in a washing machine and your clothes will be fine to wear.

Everyone gathered in the common room. They were in groups, discussing, what should they do with Stalker. You were waiting for the washing machine to turn off.

In an hour, Ranpo, Yosano, Dazai and Kunikida finished the interrogation.

Dazai stand in the middle of the room. His brown eyes shined.

"Interrogation was a success. And we get some information about Stalker."

________

"So... Someone paid to this man, so he can steal my phone?" You asked, while sitting between Verlaine and Rimbaud.

Dazai nodded.

"Yup. And, apparently, it was our Stalker. According to what Ango saw and what robber told us, it was the same person. And I am pretty sure, that our robber was honest, while describing them. Moreover..."

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

"Robber was instructed not to hurt you. Because, as Stalker said themselves, 'I will punish them myself. For being a wanton person who flaunted their body about as a kept person."

The room was deadly silent. You looked around. You close your eyes. Then you spoke.

"At first, I thought, that Stalker was not from the city and could stalk me only during Charity Fair. Now, there is a chance that they are from here and stalk me during Charity Fair for some different reason. That, or our Stalker have an accomplice from my university... At least, that explains the nickname "

Yosano stepped forward.

"Wait, [Y/N], don't tell me..."

You nodded.

"Not to face. But, I have heard the rumors and whispers."

Silence. If someone dropped a pin, people will turn around, started by loud noise.

You noticed, that Verlaine and Rimbaud looked ready to marched to your university and destroyed it. You were sure, that others were having similar thoughts.

You quickly stand up and raise both hands.

"They are just talking. Bark and no bite. I soon will finish the university and won't interact with them. It's not important right now. Right now, we have one important thing to do."

You cleared your throat and continue.

"As long as you don't kill anyone, you can deal with the Stalker as you want."

It seems, your words rise others' spirits. Soon everyone star whispering to each other, discussing, what they should do next.

You heard, that Arthur and Paul were talking about rooms, for some reason. Their voices were hushed, so you can't make out all of their words.

You yawn. It was a crazy day. You raise your voice again.

"Let's discuss our plans tomorrow. It's late, let's get some sleep."

Before you can turn around and walk outside the room, you felt, how someone took you by the elbow.

Paul Verlaine led you after him. Arthur Rimbaud was following after you two.

"Stay in my room tonight. You will be safe from the Stalker. Just in case the Stalker decide to foolishly strike again tonight. Arthur and I will chase him off."

Arthur reassuringly pet your shoulder.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. You will be protected. By the way..." Arthur kissed your head. "The comments that this idiots are spitting. They aren't true, they not important. But, your comfort is important. Please, if someone tried to harras you because of the way you living... Tell us. We will help you. We will support you."

You stay quiet for a second. Then you smiled.

"Thank you. Can we cuddle tonight?"

Paul and Arthur chuckled.

"With me? Or with Arthur?"

You chuckled in return.

"In a middle of cuddle sandwich, of course."

Paul glance at you.

"With pats and scratches?"

You nodded. The perfect night awaits you.

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The rest of the night was quiet.

You slept in Verlaine's bed. Paul's right arm was around your midsection, with his left arm he was playing with your hair. His stomach was pressed against your lower back and one leg was inserted between your knees. Paul was nuzzling your ear. You feel his soft breath on your skin.

Arthur bury his face into your neck. With one hand he was cupping your cheek, with the second hand he was petting your neck.

You feel safe and comfy. Familiar warmth were surrounding you.

Finally, for the last four years, you were feeling safe during Charity Fair.

This time, everything is going to be alright.

_____

Later that night, Natsume Soseki left the house in his cat form. Karl follows after him.

_____

This man is nowhere to be found.

Did he steal [Y/N]'s phone and ran with it?

I will find him.

But first... I will make sure, that [Y/N] take the message. They should stop staying with this people. They must become pure again.

They.... AH! What the hell?! Where did this cat come from? Go away, stop trying to scratch my legs!

No! Not my nose!

Stop biting!

Bad cat! Bad cat!

Get off my head!

AH! THE RACCOON IS TRYING TO BITE MY FEET!

PEST CONTROL!

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For three hours a certain Calico cat and raccoon were yowling, hissing, scratching and biting a masked figure, dressed in black.

Natsume and Karl were hot on their tail. They only calmed down, when the sun start risen.

At that point, the Stalker was stuck on a tree, with Natsume scratching them and Karl growling on them from the ground. Finally, Stalker slipped and fell from the tree

They were alive, but, they will get a bump. And, perhaps, a mild concussion.

Natsume, in his human form, jumped from the tree down.

He looked at Karl.

"Mind to find me a fitting dumpster?"

Karl purred in agreement.

______

Stalker were fond in a few hours by garbage truck driver.

Unfortunately, for Stalker, they were thrown in the truck to the collected garbage, before they were spotted. Even worse, right before that, a garbage truck driver just collected garbage from the fruit shop. That disposed of some rotten durian fruits.

Stalker were thrown right in the pile of rotten durian.

The next two days, Stalker spent in a bathtub, trying to get rid of the horrible smell.

________

For you, two days passed in a blur. Every time you had to go outside, you didn't feel anyone's gaze on you. You tried to ask if others had something to do with it. Everyone was quiet about that, but Natsume and Karl do looked proud of themselves.

These two days were full of preparation for the Charity Fair.

And for the mission, 'Teach a lesson to the Stalker'.

According to the plan, every day for eight days, one group of BSD Characters will stay in or near the café, so they can chase Stalker off, if they appeared.

You strengthen up your café uniform. You glance at Calico cat. Natsume let you put a bow on him.

Natsume himself insisted on accompanying you for the next eight days. You actually managed to convince café manager to let Natsume stay with you.

Because people will buy anything, if they saw a cute cat.

For the next few days, Natsume will pretend to be Café lucky charm. This way he could always be with you and protect you, if you and BSD Cast got separated.

Natsume... Or Mii-chan meowed and jumped on your shoulders. You scratch behind his ears.

Time for the show. The next eight days will be eventful.

[thezombieprostitute]

Dream Come True - Part 10

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, afab. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: Insecure reader. Smut. So much smut. Pretty much every word of this chapter is smut!

Part 9 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

Curtis was a gentleman and slept on your couch that night. Part of you wanted him to hold you but you didn’t think it appropriate to ask. He only wanted to be friends, right? Good friends, better friends than you’d ever had before, but still friends. Right?

You knew you weren’t going to sleep well that night but waking up from nightmares a few times wasn’t expected. After the third time you woke up shaking you decided to check the time. 6 AM, you think, might as well just wake up for the day.

You sneak into the bathroom, trying to be quiet so you don’t wake Curtis, who sounds like he’s snoring. A quick splash of water on your face, brushing your teeth, the bare minimum so as not to wake your guest. You step out and tiptoe to the kitchen area for a glass of water, taking great pains to be quiet.

But as you get closer to Curtis you realize, what you thought were snores, were actually mumblings intermixed with light moans. Heat rushes to your face and you’re about to turn back and quietly run to your room. You’re stopped in your tracks when you hear him mumble your name. Curiosity gets the better of you and tiptoe closer, thinking maybe you misheard. Maybe you misunderstood the kind of dream he’s having. 

Your doubts disappear when he says your name louder and moves in a way that lets you see he’s very hard under the blanket. You know you shouldn’t stick around but you can’t help yourself. He’s having a sex dream about you. This is the first time you can think that that’s happened and it’s actually making you a little wet. He moans again and you press your thighs together.

He startles awake, sitting up, and sees you standing there.You’re completely flustered as you apologize for waking him up, trying to explain you were just trying to get some water. Curtis is pretty sure he isn’t still dreaming, but he knows you had to have seen his erection under the blankets. You turn to leave and he stops you.

“Wait,” his tone makes it nearly an order. He’s not sure where the surge of confidence comes from, but when you stop and turn back to him, he knows he’s not going to back down. He’s never seen you flustered before, not like this. He slowly gets off the couch and moves towards you. You can’t help but admire his muscular arms and chest, wanting to run your hands through his thick chest hair. 

“If, um, if you want to just,” you stutter. “I mean, it was just a dream, right? Sex dreams happen. It doesn’t have to be anything if you don’t want it to be.” 

“Would you like it to be something,” he asks. You’ve never seen his eyes so dark before and you keep clenching your thighs together. 

“Are you, I mean,” you hesitate. “Are you actually interested or is this just leftovers from the dream?”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time now, Angel.” There is no hesitancy in his response and you bite your lip as you find yourself getting wetter. “If you’re willing, I’ll take you to the bedroom and show you how much I’ve wanted you.” His voice is nearly growling now and your body is being obvious in its responses. He can feel your breath quivering, see your thighs squirming, but he wouldn’t dare touch you without permission.

You want him like you’ve never wanted anyone else but that little voice in your head just won’t shut up. You’re scared it’s just the adrenaline of the moment. That he’ll regret being with you. That as soon as he sees you naked he’ll lose interest. 

“I…” you take a breath to steady yourself. “Curtis, I want you to go into the bedroom and sit on the bed.” He gives you a confused look but nods and follows your instruction. You follow him to the bedroom, allowing yourself to admire how his ass looks in those sweatpants. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread, still confused but smirking at how you’re openly ogling his erection. You start to undress and he reaches a hand out to you but you push it away. He looks hurt and you tell him, “please, just. I gotta do this first, okay?” He doesn’t understand but if it’s what you need he’ll do it. 

When you’re standing naked in front of him his hands are practically crushing the mattress. He wants to touch you so badly but he won’t without permission. You notice how white his knuckles are and let yourself smile a little. 

You take a deep breath, “I…I wanted to give you another chance to back out.” You spin slowly so he can see everything. “I know I’m not the most attractive person so I need you to see all of this before you decide you want me. I’ll understand if you have second thoughts.” You meet his eyes and gasp at how dark they are.

“Angel, the only second thoughts I’m having are about my promise to not find the people who hurt you. You are so damn beautiful to me and, if you’ll allow me, I will happily show you how much I want you. Again, and again, and again.”

You gulp, taken aback at his earnestness. You believe him when he says he wants you and it helps you find your voice. “Curtis,” you moan as you step closer to him, “I want you to make me feel like the most wanted woman in the world.” He groans as you put yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your breasts. “Make me feel good, Curtis.”

That’s all the invitation he needs before he starts kissing your breasts and squeezing your ass with fervor. You run your hands up and down his back, gasping when he lavishes one of your nipples with his tongue. He gently bites it before moving to the other and giving it the same attention. 

Your hips start grinding against and he moves to fall back on the bed, bringing you with him. You stop him, pulling away just a little. “Curtis, I’m too big. I don’t wanna hurt you.” You try to downplay it with a chuckle but he glares at you.

“First of all,” he growls, “that’s my line. Second of all,” he latches onto your nipple again, making you lean into him. He uses the momentum to pull you onto the bed with him, your breasts flush against his face. 

The experience is exhilarating and Curtis seems to go feral underneath you. His moans increase in intensity, his hands seem to be everywhere and his clothed erection starts rubbing up against you in earnest. You adjust yourself so your legs are open, allowing his length to rub against your clit. Your hips move of their own accord and you lose yourself in the sensations. You’ve never been with someone so enthusiastic, so eager to make you come. You know he’s going to ruin you and you welcome it. 

You grind your hips against him, feeling your orgasm building, delighting in Curtis’s moans. You’re almost coming when Curtis suddenly flips you on your back. You whine in disappointment but he starts kissing down your front and your whines turn into moans.

“Sorry about that,” he soothed. “You were gonna make me come way too quickly.” He keeps kissing your body. When he reaches your thighs he starts alternating between gentle bites and kisses. You feel your clit pulsing with need and you whine for Curtis. 

He looks up at you, smiling as he sees the neediness written all over your face. He spreads your folds and teases your clit by gently blowing on it. Your whimpers are music to his ears as toys with your bud, rubbing his scratchy beard against your thighs. You arch your back, trying to get his lips where you need them most but he doesn’t yield. It isn’t until you’re begging him, “please Curtis, please” that he gives your clit the attention it desperately needs. 

You throw your head back in pleasure as his mouth meets your bundle of nerves. He groans in pleasure with how good you taste and the vibration makes you more desperate for release. He watches your reactions, learning what speeds, what pressures you enjoy most. He’s pulling sounds from you that you didn’t know you could make. You start chanting, “so close, so close,” and he sticks two fingers into your dripping pussy, groaning at how tightly your walls grip them. He begins scissoring his fingers into you while increasing the pressure on your clit and your orgasm barrels down on you. You cry out the most beautiful sounds that Curtis has ever heard and he speeds up his fingers, working you through your orgasm. 

He only relents when you’ve come down from your high. He keeps his fingers moving but looks up at you saying, “that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Part of you wants to laugh at the idea but the sincerity in his eyes makes you believe him. The nagging voice in your head wants to argue but you won’t have it ruining this for you. Instead you look at Curtis and plead, “more. Please. Want more of you. Need more of you.”

Curtis gazes up at you, confident smirk on his face as he licks his lips. His beard is glistening with your juices and it’s driving you crazy in all the right ways. He feels you gripping his fingers even tighter and asks, “do you want me to use a condom?”

You look at him, with that fire in your eyes that he loves so much, “I’m on the pill and clean. I want you raw.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he smiles. You whine as he removes his fingers from you but it turns into a moan as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and cleans your juices off of them. He might be playing up his pleasure at the test but damn if it doesn’t make you want him more. You pinch your nipples and open your legs wider for him. He lowers his sweatpants and your eyes widen a little at his size. Catching your expression he lowers himself onto you and whispers, “don’t worry, Angel, I’ll be gentle.” You kiss him in response, reveling in the taste of yourself on his lips. 

He lines up his erection and starts gently pushing into your pussy. You moan at the stretch and start kissing his jawline, begging him for more. He continues to press into you until he’s fully sheathed and lets out a groan. “Feels so damn good,” he grumbles. “So much better than I ever could have dreamed.”

“Feel so full,” you agree. “Need you to move, please.”

“Probably not gonna last long,” he hissed as he rolled his hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

You grab the back of his head and turn him to look at you. “Curtis, I need you to fuck me hard and fast.”

“Are…fuck, are you sure?”

“Don’t hold back.”

You see a glint in his eyes before he changes positions, pushing your legs up enough to get a pillow underneath your hips. You gasp at the new angle and your pussy clenches around him. 

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this,” he whispers before almost fully pulling out of you. When only his tip is still inside he plunges into you in one swift motion and you almost howl with pleasure. He repeats the action and doesn’t hold back, fucking you just like you asked him to. He never stops telling you how good you feel, how pretty you look taking his cock, how beautiful you are when you come and soon you’re already on the edge of another orgasm. 

He starts playing with your clit and saying, “need you to come again, pretty girl. Please. Need to feel you squeeze my cock.” You happily oblige him, crying out his name as you’re overcome with a wave of pleasure. 

His thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release but he doesn’t relent on your clit. He’s enthralled with the vision in front of him and wishes it could last longer. When he does come it hits him hard. You feel him stop thrusting as he comes inside you, his hips occasionally shuddering until he’s done.

As you both come down from your respective highs Curtis starts kissing your body again, working his way up to your mouth, thanking you between kisses. A part of you was still expecting him to lose interest as soon as he was done but you were determined to enjoy the attention while you had it. He pulled out of you with a slight hiss and you whimpered at the emptiness. 

“Shh, shh,” he coos. “I’ll take care of you, sweet Angel. Just gonna go get some towels to clean you up.” He has to catch himself as he gets off the bed because he’s feeling lightheaded. But he makes it to the bathroom and back and starts cleaning you up. You give him a confused look and he asks, “have you never had aftercare before?” You shake your head no and he sighs, “are you sure I can’t hurt the people who hurt you?” He relaxes a little when you chuckle at that.

“I’m sure, Curtis,” you sleepily reply. “Would you do me one more favor?”

“Anything.”

“Would you please cuddle me?”

“Gladly,” he replies before laying next to you and holding you in his arms. “And I won’t let go until you ask me to.” He gently caresses you and nuzzles his face into your neck and soon you’re both asleep.

A few hours later you wake up from the best sleep you’ve had in a long time. You smile when you feel Curtis’s arms around you, his beard gently scratching at the skin on your shoulder. You start to tear up with happiness at the kept promise. His reactions to your comments gets you thinking that maybe you did deserve better than you’d been given before. Maybe. 

You snuggle closer to Curtis and he gently wakes up and kisses and squeezes you. You giggle as his beard tickles you and he smiles. 

“How’d I ever get so lucky to be with you,” he asks. “Sweet and fierce, smart and kind, strong and pretty.”

“You really mean that, don’t you.”

“Yes. And I’ll do whatever it takes to convince you of that.”

You smile at his sincerity and let yourself sink into his arms even more. “Do you want this to be a casual thing? Friends with benefits?”

“No,” Curtis growls into your neck. “I���ll admit I don’t have much experience with relationships but I’m serious about you. Plus, I want to keep you safe and the easiest way to do that seems to be keeping you with me.”

You chuckle at that and he goes back to kissing your neck and starts moving down your body, groping your breasts. You raise an eyebrow, “Curtis?”

“Want another taste,” he responds. “Want to make you feel good. Want to hear your pretty sounds.”

You giggle as his kisses tickle you, “Curtis, you’re really a dream come true.”

Part 9 -- Epilogue

Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would. 

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「 yanagi x fem reader 」

a/n : I wanna rant lol

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" please be the romeo, yanagi. shu sustained an injury the other day so he's the narrator with me. we need you! " ishikawa clasps his hands together as yanagi smiles and agrees.

you, juliet is feeling nervous as the clock ticks. any minute now and it's showtime! where's your romeo? is he ready? all this thoughts running in your head that you fail to notice yanagi standing behind you. you let out an internal scream when you saw him, standing behind you. he just wants to wish you goodluck.

" h-have you memorised your parts, yanagin? " you ask but before he could reply, you heard the narrators, shu and ishikawa call out your name. that's your que to stand on stage and act your role.

" oh... why do our families fight with such hatred? I'm sure that if given the chance, they'd join hands and work together just like we have. if they could just understand half of how I feel about you, romeo... I'm sure- "

" AH-CHOO! "

" what was that noise? " ishikawa whispers to shu as the mics picks it up, making the audience laugh.

" what's this, a horror show? " someone from the seats say.

" that was pretty loud, " another say.

" man! was you, miyamura?! " shu shouts, making him peek from the curtains to shake his head, no.

" how embarrassing, " you whisper.

" crap, I forgot my lines. hey.. um what's next? " hearing you said that, made the audience burst into laughters.

" guess it wasn't horror but comedy? " someone say.

" hey juliet, that was an important line! " yanagi finally, steps onto stage.

" I can't help it, you sneezed and everything disappeared from my head! " you scolded him.

hearing your words, the audience laughed a little too hard for comfort.

" hey! they like it, next scene you two! " shu encourages.

onto the next scene, you're standing on what's supposed to be the balcony. yanagi standing somewhere below and next to him is the servant, miyamura dressed in a wig and maiden clothes.

" the capulets want your life, " miyamura says.

" no matter how dangerous it is, I need to go to her, " yanagi replies. " she's waiting at that balcony! "

" don't stop romeo, but this is when this servant shows her determination! " ishikawa announced.

" the truth is, she's in love with romeo! when she thinks this is their farewell, she gets ready to tell him how she feels, " shu follows.

" I don't remember this, being in the script? " miyamura whispers as yanagi sighs.

" well, just say whatever comes to your mind. I'm sure hori-san will deal with the two later, " yanagi comforts miyamura with a pat to his shoulder.

" um... romeo-sama, I've always loved you... crap, hori-san! I love you most! I cant do this anymore, " he runs away from the stage.

the audience burst into laughter once more. suddenly, a random hooded lady appeared on stage.

" oh a mysterious woman appears! " shu says.

" just who is she? " ishikawa respond.

" um, I am Josephine! romeo's true love! " remi says as she pulls down her hood. the crowd gasps and whispers, was romeo a player?

" this... you can't be my lover, you're my sister! " yanagi quickly thinks of a line.

" that doesn't matter if we're in love, " she replies.

" our family will be in bloodbath if they knew. besides, I'm sure the president loves you more than I do! go back to him. " yanagi fake cries, making the audience sympathise with him.

" he loves juliet! " the crowd cheers.

" I- you're right, onii-sama. " she runs off stage.

" you think, I'll let you have juliet that easy? I'm her older brother, Friedrich! " hori appears and charged him with her sword. he quickly ducks and run forward towards you.

" when I asked about you, you're a despicable man who cheats and make women cry, " hori says.

" you misunderstood the situation and exaggerated it! " yanagi replies.

" you want my juliet? fight me! " she charges at him as he runs around the stage.

" m-miyamura! take her, please! "

" even he can't save you! "

yanagi finally runs down the stage as she runs after him. yoshikawa and hori's father was next to them when yanagi ran up the audience.

" please catch her! " he begs as yoshikawa grabs her by the arm and her father takes the other arm.

" kyouko, why do you have to bully poor romeo? " kyousuke says out loud, making the audience around him laugh as hori freezes.

" now that they've finally caught juliets brother, what's next to come? " shu says.

" i-im coming, juliet! " yanagi shouts as he bolts towards you, climb the ladder to grab your hands at the balcony.

" o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou, romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name ; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a capulet. " you read your lines.

" then I'll take you. in exchange, please call me your lover. if you do, I will no longer be romeo. my beloved juliet. " he says.

" okay... I love you, romeo. " you finish as you two hold hands and the crowd cheers.

the casts bow and thank the watchers as everyone slowly leave the place, you and yanagi walked side by side off stage. fellow classmates were congratulating you two for the heart felt work.

" ahem, juliet could you come with me? " yanagi says as he offers his hand out. you two haven't changed out of your outfits.

you take his hand as he leads you away from the stage area, he walks you to the quiet council room as you two enters he closes the door and take a seat on one of the chairs. you take a seat across from him.

" well? " you question as he swallow sharply.

" y/n l/n... would you take my hand and be the juliet to my romeo? " he asks, looking at your face as you blush slightly from his words.

" oh romeo... are you asking me to be your lover? if so then yes I'll be your juilet. " you smile as he leans in to kiss your cheek, making you both blush.

ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ inspired by nisekoi lol