#he's so touch starved please let me snuggle you sir

[soaps-mohawk]

i am gonna be like 100%, I don't see Simon liking being cuddled by anyone but Johnny and eventually omega. Having a hand or foot casually touching him? Sure. But laying on his chest, curling up in his side or back? Absolutely not. That's for his man and his lil lady.

Oh absolutely. He might do a little post coitus snuggle when it comes to Price and Kyle, but like laying on the couch or cuddling all night in bed?? That's reserved for Johnny and (eventually) the reader. If Kyle fell asleep and his head drooped onto Simon's shoulder after a long day, or on their way home from an assignment, sure. He'll let him stay there. But full on dick to ass spooning?? That's reserved for Johnny only. Being spooned?? That's the reader's job. She's the only one allowed to go full jetpack with him.

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

★༉‧₊˚✧ — 𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑲.

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: Dark fantasy, yandere, a bit of fluff.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Alucard X You (the reader)

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: Just a little one-shot scenario between you and affectionate, but yandere Alucard snuggled up in bed. The time takes place after sex. After refusing to cuddle with him, he spirals into a feeling of bloodlust as he gets himself ready to mark you as his.

𝖈𝖜: Blood drinking, if that counts. A bit of dubcon even though there isn’t really smut for this fic, and slight degradation (he calls you his pet).

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: Hello again, readers. So I’m back with a new fic and despite not uploading for a couple of weeks due to mental health reasons and school, I’m going to post this new fic I made which is a part of a series!

YANDERE PROMPT LIST BY: @writeformesinpie

PROMPT: “I can never get enough of you. I’ll drink you down to the last sip.”

“A-Alucard….Just five more minutes…please….”

It was about nine o’ clock in the morning when all curtains were closed to prevent sunlight from penetrating through the glass windows.

….And there you were in bed, bare naked with the touch-starved vampire himself, your body shivering at the cold touch of your respective “lover.” Alucard was trying to cuddle you, to which you tried avoiding.

“You’ll take whatever’s been given to you, dear. You must lie with the beast before you who has been craving your touch for as long as a thousand years.”

“There you go again with your silly monologues, Alucard. Just let me be as I sleep, alright? I’m tired. You might as well kill some peasants outside or do your necessary duties for the day….just leave me be-”

A loud sound was heard as Alucard flipped you over.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as Alucard landed on top of you, pinning you down to the king-sized bed as his eyes glowed a bright shade of red. The look on his face intimidated you like a hungry wolf cornering its prey, his lips forming a smug smirk. You wanted to….no, you needed to run to a safe place where you could feel a bit of comfort. The look he’s been giving you was unlike his previous deed of cuddling your smaller figure.

Alucard let out a small chuckle.

“Cat got your tongue, darling? Judging by your current state, there won’t be another time where you’ll refuse my orders.”

“But, Alucard, we’re-” you attempted to protest.

“We’re not what?” Alucard asked, tilting his head. “Not together?” He laughed in retaliation to your bewildered facial expression. Leaning closer to your ear, you felt chills run down your spine as he whispered intimately. “Very well, let me clue you in. Your blood is mine, in fact, your entire being is mine by the time I’ll have myself inside you. Sir Integra has chosen you to become my one and only pet whom I shall swear to protect with my very own life. You are far too fragile to let go. Let this moment consume your soul. Give yourself to me, and don’t look back.”

“Alucard…..please…” you whimpered. “I only agreed to sleep with you because….because…..!!!”

“Such a precious, sensitive little thing.”

His mouth opened wide and bit down aggressively on your neck, drawing blood. You moaned loudly in return, trying to push away Alucard’s huge figure off of you. Your efforts to let yourself free were pointless, as he took advantage of your arms by grabbing your wrists and keeping them in place.

Alucard started to suck the blood out of your neck, leaving bruises and hickeys around it. He surely was doing all this for his own pleasure, so as to leave you aching for more. And boy, were you feeling real good.

“A-Alucard!!! I….I thought…you just wanted…a hug…..”

“Hm? I've changed my mind. From now on, what I want from you is something more sinister, something animalistic and disgusting to the untrained eye. I can never get enough of you, I’ll drink you down to the last sip. I have fallen for you, pet. Show a little gratitude for someone as powerful as I have swallowed their pride just to love and protect you dearly with all my strength.”

“I appreciate it, but….”

“Has your pride gotten the best of you, dear? After we got our freak on the previous night? I bet it didn’t. Just admit how you developed feelings for me.”

“Oh, no! That’s not the case! I-” you stammered.

“Ah, so you still refuse to admit your feelings, hm? Very well, I’ll show you how desperate of a mess you’ll be once I bend you over.”

It was too late. You and Alucard were about to spend the whole morning going at it until night, leaving you with no choice but to spend time with the creature who has lusted for you since Integra has chosen you as his pet.

There was no turning back.

It was about to be a long day.

[peterbarnes]

Dating Eddie Munson Would Include...

A/N: School’s over. Summer’s here. Im back bitchess...and obsessed with ST4

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Sticker Etsy

You met at a drug deal of course

The drugs weren’t even for you, your friend just didn’t want to interact with the resident “freak of Hawkins”

Cue a vicious eye roll from you

So there you sat on the janky wooden bench in the middle of the woods 

“This is straight out of a horror movie”

“Don’t worry I won’t murder you”

Your head whipped around to where Eddie Munson leaned against a tree

He tried to seem cool by crossing his tattooed arms over his chest 

And you had to admit his ink-kissed skin did make your heart flutter

but then his foot slipped on a leaf and he almost fell

His cheeks flushed as he regained his balance

“I genuinely cannot believe that people are intimidated by you”

He shrugged before making his way over to you and sitting on the table instead of the adjacent bench

“What? You don’t find me mean and scary”

His smile lit up the dark woods and you committed the quirk of his lips, his bright eyes, and squished cheeks to memory

He was goddamn adorable

“Why thank you, princess”

Please god tell me I did not say that out loud

“But I must say I didn’t take you for the crackhead type” he added

“I’m not,” you sputtered, still flustered. “It’s for my friend”

“Ah so she thought I was mean and scary”

“Who knows what goes on in her head” 

The silence weighed you down as he slipped a wooden box out of his backpack and gently placed it on the table 

Your eyes stuck on the cool metal wrapped around his finger

“You like them?” He asked

His tone wasn’t laced with desire or an eagerness to conquer you, which is all you’d gotten from other guys

He was genuine, soft

And suddenly being in the middle of the woods with a guy you barely knew didn’t seem so scary anymore

This is batshit

“You know, I’ve always thought you were kind of cool” he said hesitantly

You scoffed

“Oh please, I’m no Nancy Wheeler”

“Even better”

You both let out horrendous laughs that sounded more like honks

Eddie slapped the table lightly as he tried to calm his ragged breaths

“Come on, she’s not that bad”

He shot you a look that clearly read really?

“So she’s not a priss?” He edged

Your voice caught in your throat as you chose your words carefully

“No?”

Eddie snorted, “you don’t sound too sure about that”

“I’m not”

Hours passed before you two even realized the sun had slowly descended below the horizon, casting a familiar darkness over Hawkins

“Come on, we should get going”

As Eddie got up from the creaking bench, he stretched his hand out toward you, nodding his head toward the parking lot where his car sat parked 

“Are you offering me a ride?”

“Why, of course, my lady. A true gentleman would never let you walk home alone at this hour”

“How kind of you, good sir”

After that you were inseparable

Eddie would memorize your schedule and surprise you by waiting outside your classes

And you’d come to all his Hellfire Club meetings

He loves to see you bonding with all the kids, especially Dustin

They call you guys Mom and Dad

Eddie’s very into spontaneous dates

A nice candlelit dinner isn’t his speed (he’s very much an “eat the rich” guy)

He’ll take you to the lake and you’ll just swim in it for hours

He loves water fights

He also loves seeing you in a bathing suit

Despite being 19, he acts like a pre-pubescent boy

He’s always touching you in some way

Hand on your hip, around your shoulders, on your thigh

And he loves to snuggle his head into your neck 

He’s scared of coming off too clingy so he needs constant reassurance

But he’s just touch starved

Before you, it was just him and his uncle who was barely around

He never felt love or comfort from anyone

That’s part of the reason why he turned to drugs and acting out 

It was so much more than him wanting to be “edgy”

He had an endless pit of darkness inside him from years of abandonment and isolation

But that day in the woods the cracks slowly started to seal, warming his forgotten heart

Which is why he never does anything to risk your trust or your love towards him

It’s like his lifeline

Sometimes he worries that he loves you more than you love him

But then he’ll be lying on your chest, with your fingers gently tangled in his hair, soothing his scalp

And he can tell simply by how you touch him, that you’re just as in love as he is

But that love isn’t all sunshine and rainbows

When you two get pulled into the lore of the upside-down, your feelings for each other make you reckless

Eddie literally jumped in front of a demo-bat for you

Which would’ve been romantic if it hadn’t nearly killed him

“Fucking hell, Eddie! Why would you do that?!”

“I’m sorry was I supposed to let you get killed by that chunk of grey shit?”

“And I’d rather you not get killed, dipshit!”

Any of your little lovers' quarrels end with an exasperated Steve interrupting you

You’ll distance yourselves for a few minutes before your feet naturally inch toward each other until your hand's brush

It’s muscle memory at this point, the way you two are drawn to each other

You hear him let out a relieved breath as his fingers intertwine with yours

This man would die for you

And you would die for him

But you knew you would fight like hell to make sure that both of you made it home safe

So that you could melt into each other’s embraces and finally fall into a peaceful sleep

[saudade-mayari]

Could I request A Hawks headcannon for him dating a civilian?

Having a civilian S/O and meeting their family

pairing/s: Hawks x gn!reader

warnings: other than implied sex, none

a/n: Combined two Hawks requests

Honestly would take some time before he finally opens up, but once he does, he showers you all the love you deserve

As much as you both want to keep it low, it’s impossible. A former No. 3 Pro Hero and as a current No. 2 Pro Hero would always get attention especially when spotted with his s/o

At first, it would be hard, people gave harsh criticism which Keigo immediately settled

Keigo will always fetch you from work, oftentimes brings your favorite snack

Compliments you a lot, chooses your outfits, tries to do your hair, takes you to nice places, flies with him and Keigo does it so naturally. It just automatically comes out of him.

Touch starved lmao. Whenever he visits your home, Keigo would be soooo touch starved. He loves to snuggle between your chests, your neck, or anywhere in general. He does that often when you’re not paying attention to him

WRAPS HIS WINGS AROUND YOU AWWW

Keigo loves it when you cook for him or gently caress his wings til he falls asleep. It’s a domestic act that Keigo loves the most

The amount of shock he could give whenever he suddenly enters from the balcony instead of the door, which by the way ALWAYS happens

or would randomly fly around your office windows to give you a flying kiss skskssk

Protective and territorial asf. Issa bird thing already

How to annoy your no. 2 pro hero boyfriend: Buy the yellow rubber squeaking chicken!! HAHAHAHA Keigo would be so offended

Keigo will make sure you and your family don’t get unnecessary threats because they’re connected to him

Keigo loves to tease you when you’re sore the next morning

Has the best and sweetest aftercare

When meeting your parents over dinner, Keigo tried to be as goofy and laid back as he can. He tries his best to stay on his normal demeanor but the hint of nervousness is still visible, especially with your dad

You have such a welcoming family. Your siblings would play with Keigo’s wings while the man is slowly easing up from the tension

Would proudly declare his love to your parents

“Madame/Sir I truly love birdi- er.. your daughter, y/n. Please let me take care of her”

[alexaplaysgames]

FELIX ESCELLUN NSFW ALPHABET

Hello my fellow simps! To motivate me with my smut works, and also to practice my headcanons, I’ve written an NSFW alphabet for my favourite subby bottom. Enjoy!

This is my first attempt at something like this so lemme know what y’all think :)

Edit: There’s a lot to balance here, so please let me know if you have any concerns. I try my best to give fair representation.

18+ under the cut MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Felix’s love language is definitely acts of service, so I definitely think he would take to worrying and fretting over you after sex (depending on the kind of sex you’re having, see below). He would love to run his fingers through your hair and snuggle into you, to wipe you off and bring you tea. He would really panic and be unsure if he’s being helpful at all, but he would try his best, bless him.

It’s heavily canon that Felix is into bondage (receiving) so I’ll roll with that and say that you definitely need to take care of him if you’re getting into heavy BDSM (which, let's be honest, he would like). He wouldn’t necessarily ask to be taken care of, he’s too proud for that, but you gotta force him to sit still while you run ointment over any marks, tell him how much you love him, how good he was and how well-behaved. He would just stare at you all lovesick-like while you take care of him, absolutely baffled as to how he got so lucky as to have you.

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

This is difficult because the devs said Felix doesn’t really notice himself as being attractive, so I honestly don’t think he would dictate one aspect of himself as being his favourite. Really, I think he would love whatever it is about himself you love about him. He’ll start noticing it a bit more every day. For example, if you tell him you love his pretty eyes, he’ll stare at his reflection with wonder, trying to see himself how you see him.

As for Felix’s favourite part about you, I think he would really like your hands. Baby is 100% touch-starved being as I’m certain he’s only ever been with Rime (at least, seriously) and since he died Felix would’ve been alone for years. Plus, we been knew Escell did not give him affection of a child. That’s why Felix loves your hands, because he loves how they touch him, how they look when they hold his, the feeling of them in his hair. He likes to trace shapes into your palms, compare the sizes and shapes of your hands, etc. He’s weird like that.

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

Has no problem with swallowing your cum. He kinda does it self-consciously, not really noticing how hot he looks when he licks his lips. He just loves everything about you, why would this be any different? Doesn’t find it gross, no sir, he has much grosser things in the jars in his bedroom and probably ate something much nastier just the other day. Flat out- he’s unintentionally a freak. Very well trained gag reflex and does not hesitate to swallow.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think Felix’s dirty (not-so-secret) is that if he has a crush, he’ll write smut about them. That, or he’ll imagine them with him in his dirty fantasies, insert them into his romance novels. He’s definitely got journals upon journals of fanfiction about himself and his SO in which some really raunchy acts take place, and his face is brighter than a strawberry as he reads and writes them. If you find out, do not bring it up unless you want to end up with a malfunctioning boyfriend. He would actually die. If you want to mention it, you’d have to go about it very carefully.

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

Like I said, I do not think Felix has been with anyone else other than Rime. I can’t see him having a one-night stand after Rime died, and we know Felix was interested in Rime since pretty early on in his life.

I think in terms of their sex life, Felix would’ve been forced to catch up with Rime pretty quickly. I can see the Rime as being much more experienced, given his age and popularity, and Felix would’ve bent over backwards to make Rime happy, so he definitely learned a lot there. When Rime said he taught Felix everything he knows, he meant in more ways than one...

That being said, Felix would know a lot about sex either way. He’s been reading smut for ages and definitely knows what he likes, what he wants, etc. He just needs someone to apply it to.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Damn, we’re getting into it. I think Felix would maybe prefer to bottom, but he could very easily top if required. Topping really feeds into his need to please so… Being that he likes the element of surprise, him bottoming usually goes with that, but I don’t think he’s picky. As long as you dom him because he’d break otherwise.

Depending on what ya got, I think that Felix would like to be held up and fucked against a wall or sitting on a table/desk because it would make him feel tall. Or pinned with his wrists against the mattress and ridden. Alternatively, maybe a lotus-type position, because you get to be close. He would want to look into your eyes, because even though he’s a kinky bastard, sex means a lot to him. I mean he’s only ever been with a few people, if more than one.

Other than that, I think he would like a classic missionary/cowgirl well enough, because you can hold down his hands, or doggy-style, because you can tie his hands behind his back. He likes to be tied up, okay? It's no surprise.

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

Felix isn’t necessarily goofy, that’s not a good word for it, but he does like to make snide comments and smirks. He might make stupid puns if he’s nervous, but he more so like to snark and be sarcastic. Plus, if he’s in a bratty bottom mood, that will really come out. You won’t get him to stop smirking at you and making quips until you make him moan so much he can’t speak.

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

I’m going to be honest, this is the one question I am afraid to answer. Let’s just say Felix is definitely obsessively neat and clean, but I don’t think he’d really care about his SO either way.

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

Definitely wants to be intimate. Especially at the beginning, when he’s unsure of your feelings from him. Even if you’re going for rough sex he wants you to hold him afterwards, and he doesn’t really like when he can’t look into your eyes. Would not appreciate it if he couldn’t touch you or be touched by you for a long time. Even if he’s tied up, he doesn’t like to feel separated from you.

Like I said, sex means a lot to Felix because I doubt he’s done it with many people. Even though he’d never admit it, just the fact that you’ve gotten so close to him means he trusts you so, so much. He doesn’t let many people touch him, let alone like this.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Listen up, he is one horny bastard and he spent a long time with no one to fulfill his desires. He’s got toys, he’s got books, he knows what he likes and what gets him off, though that is very much a clandestine topic for him until you get him to open up some. In other words, yes, he did ‘jack off’ regularly in the past, but he would be less inclined to do so once he’s with you. However, if you tell him to touch himself for you he might explode. No one has ever found him attractive enough to ask for it, and though he would be so flustered and you’d need to coax him, it would do wonders for making him feel sexier.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Felix. Is. Kinky. I can’t say it enough. He would be worried about overwhelming you at the beginning, or having you think he’s bizarre, so it would take a while for it to come out, but once it does...

He likes to be tied up. Both hands and feet. Likes it when you can touch him how you want but he can’t move at all. Thinks it’s hot when you overstimulate him, count how many times you can make him come until he sobs and squirms. Then tell him he did good for you. So slight praise kink, but not excessively, or he finds it less meaningful.

Likes to have his face fucked. Either to be smothered by your thighs or choked by your cock he doesn’t care, hold him down until he can’t breathe but make sure he does breathe because he might forget. He’s enraptured by you.

Other than that, loves when you call him baby or a good boy. Loves when you make him recite the fantasies from his books while you act them out on him. Also loves to be marked- he’ll trace your markings with his fingers for days and smile, and after a while, he loves to mark you as well.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere he associates with being pristine or classy. If you fuck him anywhere that’s meant for nobility, such as an office or a fancy dining room or the like, it will get him off so, so quickly. He loves the idea of defiling a space meant to be decorous. It suits his love of going against what people tell him to do. Also it’s just really hot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He likes words, and he really likes dirty talk. Loves you whispering in his ear, telling him what you want to do to him. It will make him gasp and flush and fidget but he absolutely adores it still. Even doing something as simple as pinning his leg when he starts to bounce it when he’s anxious will send so many dirty thoughts through his mind, you don’t even know. Also makes him super turned on if you read his smut books to him, or vice versa.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’d have a hard time telling you straight up what things are out of bounds for him, so you’ve gotta be strict. He’s used to keeping a lot of his thoughts bottled up inside.

He would not, not ever, hurt you. Ever. He watched Rime die, before, and it’s still so fresh, so traumatic that even hurting you a little makes him feel grossly sick. He would also not want you to be derogatory towards him either. He’s been put down way too much to ever get anything from you being intentionally mean to him. Try that, it will just make him cry.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely likes giving head. Loves it, even. I can see Rime as having had an oral fixation, so Felix is more confident with it as it’s something he’s used to and can do well. It makes him super happy to please you and he’s going to be thinking all day about how you looked when you came across his tongue. And what a talented tongue it is. He would like to eat his SO out while they sit down on a chair I think, and would do best to suck them off if they were standing.

I think he would be alright with receiving oral, but the more I think about it the more I think it’s probably not his favourite thing. I think he gave Rime head much more than vice versa (just due to him wanting to please Rime) so he’s less used to it, and is a little self-conscious about it. But he would still enjoy it; he likes the feeling of you holding his hips down while your mouth works on him.

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

I think he’d prefer to go faster and rougher for the most part. Like I said, very much prefers to sub, and no matter what position he’d very much enjoy if you fuck him very hard and fast, bend him over or push him onto his back, pull his hair, all that jazz. If he’s in a bratty mood, he’ll tell you to go faster, ask if that’s the best you can do, etc. while wearing a smirk on his face.

Still, I think he’d like to go slower sometimes! Especially if he’s feeling insecure, it helps him feel connected to you.

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

I don’t think Felix would like quickies because he wants to be close with you. How I see him with Rime, he’s used to being used and tossed aside already, and he doesn’t like the feeling of just fucking you and being done with it. He wants to relish in it, dramatic theatre boy that he is. He’s not interested in being anyone else’s quick fuck anymore, and while the two aren’t necessarily synonymous, he can’t help that that’s how he feels. He’d much rather wait it out, anticipating your hands on him.

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

His relationship with Rime was pretty risky, and Felix isn’t necessarily one to follow the rules, so I do think he’d be perfectly fine with sex in public. Yeah, he’s worried about propriety, but that’s what makes it all the more addicting; the stakes are even higher if you get caught. He would act like he dislikes it, but you both know he really, really doesn’t.

As for experimenting, I don’t think there would be much Felix isn’t willing to try. He’s very eager to explore all the things in his books, but he knows enough to know what he doesn’t like. And he trusts you, truly, so as long as you’re taking care of him he’d feel much less worried.

He’d be much more timid when it comes to experimenting on you. You’ll have to tell him it’s okay, because he’s worried about freaking you out. He’s not sure how he ended up with you in the first place and doesn’t want to ruin it.

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

Felix isn’t someone who is accustomed to physical exertion, so while I do think he likes to have sex often enough, he doesn’t do it for a super long time. He gets worn out pretty fast, and he’s so touch-starved it’s not difficult to make him come again and again and again until he’s basically going to pass out, and do it in a relatively short period of time. Oops.

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

Like I said, this boy has so many toys. I mean, assuming they’re a thing in Last Legacy and I’m gonna just say yes. Vibrators, dildos, ropes and blindfolds, you name it. Although I don’t think he’d love the blindfolds for himself. He’ll hide them until you ask, though. It’s not like that kind of thing is normalized among nobles.

He likes when you hold him back against your chest with a vibrator between his legs until he cries. Also likes to kneel before you and watch your reactions when he shows his toys to you or used them on/with you, it would make him feel very validated to see you indulge his interests.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Felix does like to tease, but more so by running his mouth. Will raise an eyebrow at you with his eyes alight and dare you to fuck him. Can be a very, very bratty sub if he’s in the right mood.

I don’t think he has the will or the dominance to physically tease you too much. Maybe a little bit. But he likes doing what you want and pleasing you too much for that, what can I say.

And of course he likes to be teased, more so flirting with him than physically. He does enjoy fleeting touches, but if you hesitate to touch him for too long it makes him worried. But he does like when you whisper in his ear until he turns scarlet.

If he’s more comfortable with you, he can also get very smug when he sees how you react to him. You would not be able to get him to shut up about it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At first, I don’t think he’s too loud at all. More so quiet whining and whimpering and panting and trying to stifle his noises. Between his probably secret, scandalous relationship with Rime and the fact that he’s nobility, he’s spent a lot of time keeping things quiet. He’s not really used to being loud, and Felix isn’t someone who easily changes. He’ll bite the pillows to stifle his moans.

You’ll have to encourage (or just do things to force) him to be louder and tell him you love his noises. He’ll still bite his lip and blush, but over time it will work until he’s making those beautiful cries for you almost all the time.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

After Rime died, Felix spent a long time not being able to read his romance books without feeling guilty, without having his mind swarmed by images of blood, death, and tears. Then, when he met you, for the first time in years it was someone else filling his fantasies, someone else running laps through his mind. He cried, he wasn’t sure if it was in relief or shame, longing for what he had lost, but equally lovesick with you, who had stolen his heart (he suddenly realized that he didn’t want it back). He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and though he felt tied to you in every way, he’d also never felt more free.

I think Felix is basically exclusively a sub, to be honest. Namely because I need more subby characters in otome (seriously, where are they? I sad) and also simply because the game really stresses it, which I love. Reminder, people: a person’s personality often has nothing to do with their sexual preferences.

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

Won’t go into much detail about this, but Felix is very soft all over. He loves lotions and scrubs, and his skin is all perfectly smooth (also, he smells really, really good. Like amazingly good). He doesn’t love to exercise, but due to him being Starsworn I believe he probably had to, to some extent. He definitely complained. It’s canon that he isn’t physically fit, but I still don’t think he’s necessarily like sickly frail by any means. Just- Lord help me he’s not a bodybuilder. He’s a twink, mate. Think soft definition, at most. Also, his skin is very cold (you should probably warm him up). He has little freckles all over, and you’re determined to count and kiss every single one.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high sex drive. Like I said, he’s got a lot pent up. He definitely gets antsy a lot. Even if he’s not looking for sex, it’s a great way to take his overactive mind off his worries.

He’ll hesitate to initiate anything with you, especially at first, and worry that he’s getting on your nerves or that he wants sex too much. That’s why you gotta pick him up, throw him down on the bed, and have your way with him, until eventually, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering that he wants to fuck you. He’s a needy baby.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very quick. Sex makes him sleepy, especially so considering he’s always fucking tired in the first place, and well, now he’s even more worn out so he’s gonna pass out on your chest or in your arms ASAP. That, and he’s always got so much on his mind that he’s finally managed to forget about. Run your hands over him and kiss his hair as he snores softly while he snuggles into you. He’s really freaking adorable.

[brokenangelwings22]

Here's probably my only entry for IHweek. I've finally returned to writing. This is an excerpt from chapter 2 of my story Come Back Down to Earth. You can read the first chapter either on AO3 or FanFiction

Confession (IHweek 7/4) Please enjoy!

Chapter 2: Crawled In and Never Left

Give me the chance to tonight

I'll prove to you what's in my eyes

(It’s My Turn To Fly - The Urge - Titan AE soundtrack 2000)

Ichigo considered himself a reasonable man, but his patience was growing thin with his roommate.

“C’mon, man! You had a solid chance with Hime last night!” Renji pleaded with him. “Why are you so obtuse?”

“That’s an awfully big word for you.” Ichigo rolled his eyes at his friend. “Ever think of taking your own advice with Rukia?”

Renji let out a long suffering sigh. “You’re both hopeless, and therefore perfect for each other.”

“I’m perfectly happy with how things are with Hime. I don’t want to chance it.”

Renji pulled out a box of pretzel sticks from the cupboard. He fixed a concerned look on his face, and the seriousness unnerved Ichigo.

“Look. I’m not gonna force you. Even if I think you’re absolutely nuts not to. I will, however, point out that you’re an idiot for not telling her how you feel.” Renji pulled out a piece of pretzel and pointed it at Ichigo to emphasize his thought. “You’re gonna lose her one day if you continue to be ridiculous.”

Ichigo narrowed his eyes as his scowl persisted. “You think I am not aware of that?”

Renji placed the stick between his teeth and grinned toothily. “Yup!”

A sleepy noise came from behind the two men just as Ichigo opened his mouth to snap at his friend.

“Mm morning guys,” Orihime yawned as she stepped into the kitchen. “Any coffee? It’s too early.”

“Sorry Hime. Were we too loud?” Ichigo asked, his previous scowl morphing to something more kind.

“No,” she murmured. Her voice was still thick with sleep. She stumbled a little, bumping into Ichigo. “Oh hi wall. You smell nice.” Orihime leaned into his chest and snuggled him.

There was a strangled sound from Renji as he watched the young woman wrap her arms loosely around Ichigo’s waist. Instinctively, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her to steady her.

“Renji,” Ichigo said softly as to not disturb Orihime. “Please brew some coffee for her.”

“Jeez if I had known that Hime could instantly dissolve your sour mood with an embrace, I’d handcuff you both together.” Renji grumbled and shook his head, walking over to the coffeemaker on the counter.

Ichigo hummed a distracted acknowledgement as he idly stroked Orihime’s long auburn hair. She snuggled into his broad chest further. “Thanks. I’ll move her back to her room.” He was already moving towards the living room as he heard Renji’s snarky reply.

“Oh take your time. I’m merely here to serve.”

~*~*~*~

Ichigo sighed heavily as he stepped out from Orihime’s room and shut the door behind him quietly. He turned to walk down the short hallway, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw his two friends standing a few feet away with evil grins on their faces. Squaring his shoulders and fixing a glare at Renji and Rukia, he taunted “Don’t you both have something better to do? Like, absolutely anything?”

Rukia’s grin sharpened further. “Nah, we’re more interested in heckling you.”

Ichigo grumbled, raking his fingers through his unruly hair. “Yeah yeah. You’re both insufferable.”

He flicked Rukia’s forehead and smacked Renji’s upper back swiftly as he moved to leave.

Rukia’s retort was loud as she declared, “And YOU are the annoying brother I never asked for and yet somehow got!”

Renji’s muttering was barely noticeable under the small woman’s rage. “C’mon, Rukia. Let’s leave him be.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes, stepping around the ornery woman and made his way to the kitchen. Of course, Renji was right. It annoyed him to no end that he hadn’t spoken with Orihime about how he felt towards her. Hell, if he were being honest, he knew that he was in love with her at first sight.

She’d stumbled into his dad’s clinic, buckling under the weight of her brother’s prone body. This girl, only 12 at the time, carried her six foot and change older brother from the scene of the car accident all the way there. She was battered and bruised from the wreckage too. It broke him to his very soul when he had to tell her that his father was unable to save Orihime’s brother. The ambulance Isshin had called to rush him to the trauma ward of the hospital had simply not gotten there in enough time.

He did his best to console Orihime, who collapsed in a heap on the clinic floor. Her clothes were soiled with dirt and caked in her brother’s blood.

Yuzu had entered the room, and with a kind and understanding voice, ushered the broken girl to the bathroom to wash up. Orihime stayed at his house for several days, mostly walking around with mechanical movements, much like a zombie or a robot, just going through the motions of a semblance of normalcy. At night she’d cry herself to sleep. Ichigo stayed by her side when she was awake, and would help her to bed when she could barely stay up right.

Slowly, but surely, Orihime processed the loss of her brother. Ichigo stuck to her like glue, promising her and to himself that he would always be there to protect her. Orihime professed her gratitude to him soon after she moved back to her apartment, telling him that she was eternally grateful for everything he had done. As time went on, they became inseparable. They went to the same middle school and then high school, which introduced them to new friends that they quickly established into a tight-knit group.

Orihime had grown up beautifully. Her smile, warm and bright, had the ability to render him speechless and lightheaded. He felt invincible and vulnerable all at once. Far too many times, their friends would catch him when he was slack-jawed and mindless, teasing him mercilessly when Orihime wasn’t looking.

He began calling her ‘Hime’ their senior year. He hadn’t meant to, but it just slipped out. She had been followed by a group of boys who often flocked around her, taken by her beauty and her curvaceous body. One of them had ventured to put a hand on her shoulder without permission and Ichigo had snapped. Any restraint he had frayed instantly and before he understood what was happening, he had slammed the cretin against the wall and threatened him.

“You don’t touch women without consent, especially Hime.” He growled at the other guy, clenching the offending limb.

Orihime had called his name softly, telling Ichigo to let the man go, and he had simultaneously dropped him and her request. Ichigo made it a point to be by her side every chance he had. To protect her, love her from a distance if need be. It was enough, at that time.

But once Ichigo, Orihime and their friends entered university, the strain to keep a tight seal over his feelings became increasingly more difficult. His best friend flourished in academics and her social life expanded to include other people outside of their small group. With that also came obstacles, and Ichigo had to fend off more than a few of Orihime’s admirers.

Ichigo gripped the handle of the carafe of coffee angrily at the memory. The steam and scent of the hot brew brought him back to the present. He sighed after loosening his grip and poured two cups, adding cream and sugar to Orihime’s.

Soft footfalls behind him reached his ears, along with a quiet yawn. A grin spread on his lips as Orihime came into view.

Orihime blinked away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, smiling brightly at Ichigo when he offered her the cup he’d gotten for her.

Taking a big sip, she sighed happily. “Thanks, Ichigo. You always know how to make my coffee just how I like it.”

Ichigo smiled gently at her, shrugging his broad shoulders. “Well, after knowing you for ten years, I’d like to think I know you well enough to get your preferences right.”

Orihime giggled and gazed up at him from behind the mug pressed to her lips. “You do, and I’m grateful for that. Lord knows why Rukia insists on adding extra sugar and Tatsuki puts in too little cream. You are a hero among men, good sir.”

Ichigo’s smile widened at Orihime’s playfulness. “I try my best, m’lady.”

“Where are Rukia and Renji?” Orihime asked as she looked around the kitchen.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Hopefully somewhere off annoying someone else more deserving.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Orihime snorted bemusedly, shaking her head in disbelief as he tried to sound convincingly bored and grumpy. She raised her hand to place it on his right cheek in a fond manner.

“What am I going to do with you?” Her question came out more flirtatious than she intended.

Ichigo’s eyes widened at her sweet gesture and instantly leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and revelling in it. He had never realized how touch starved he truly was until Orihime would step into his personal space with her warm smile and kind gaze. It was as if that one thing, a fleeting brush of her fingers, or a soothing embrace had the ability to heal his wounded heart or eradicate any scar left on his soul.

Losing his mother at such a young age had made him a hardened and angry child. He blamed himself for her death, believing that if he had done something, spent more time with her, taken care of her and his sisters more, that she may very well have recovered from cancer. But his father had explained to him many times that the disease was caught too late, and the malignancy had metastasized from her cervix to her uterus and ovaries very quickly. Ichigo was still struggling with the loss of his mother two years later, when Orihime stumbled into their clinic with her brother.

He’d figured that no matter how miserable and heart wrenching it was, he had found purpose in consoling Orihime. It gave him unbelievable strength to bond with her over the loss. Helping her ultimately helped him as well in the end. The desire to be with her only grew. It had crawled in and never left. He’d become greedy for it, overthrown by his desperation to be close to the light that was Orihime.

She continued to lightly graze his cheekbone with soft brushes against him, her warm fingers causing pleasant tingles on his skin.

Orihime cupped the side of his face as she watched in awe how he was drawn to her touch, feeling the soft smile that pulled at his lips. When he raised his hand to place it over hers, she felt herself being pulled by an invisible force, almost magnetic. He had always been like that, and she adored being the one that he let in entirely. She stroked his cheek and began to pull her palm away until he held fast to her. His eyes fluttered open, and the look he had in them made the breath catch in her throat.

“Ichi-“ she murmured breathlessly.

The raw emotion that flashed in his dark amber gaze made her spine tingle, her heart stutter and her cheeks warm. He had the ability to render her tongue-tied with the flicker of something deep and foreign to her. Ichigo pulled her into his arms, finally allowing her hand to move, and she found herself slipping it to the back of his neck and burying her fingers into his soft hair. He wrapped his arms about her, pulling her to his lean, muscular body and sighed happily as Orihime sifted her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp comfortingly.

Orihime pressed her ear over his heart, as he towered over her five foot one frame. The thumping, strong sound of it beating quieted her mind immediately. He slid his hands up and down her back, and she felt herself melt into it.

“I… I just need this, Hime.” Ichigo’s whisper filtered into her ear as he pressed his lips to her temple, sending a shiver through her body. Though quiet, she heard the fervency in his tone. She nodded against him, continuing her movements through his hair. She felt him shudder in their embrace and the breathless ‘thank you’ that he uttered.

“Were you thinking about something?” Orihime whispered back, her eyebrows drawing inwards as the possibility fluttered through her mind.

Ichigo nodded, letting out a stuttering sigh. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’m better now.”

She hummed thoughtfully at his response, resigning herself to his simple answer. She wouldn’t push him further.

Finally Ichigo pulled back from her to look her in the eyes. His gaze was still intense, as it flickered with what she could only identify as resolve and something far much more akin to what she assumed she wore as an expression often in his presence. It made her heart skip a beat and her mind to race at the possibilities.

“Hime,” he murmured. The way he said her name was like an urgent plea. It caused her stomach to swoop down like she was on an out of control rollercoaster. She waited on baited breath as he gathered his thoughts.

Ichigo’s mind was restless. His need to put into words how he felt about her, loved her, desired her rushed through and permeated the recesses of his brain. He should’ve been used to the intensity of it by now, but he most certainly wasn’t. The way she watched him gave him strength to form the words, stilling the overbearing thoughts warring to leave his mouth.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered. His simple response was anything but, knowing deep down that this could make or break their friendship. The smile she gave him nearly shut down his brain entirely.

“What took you so long?” Orihime breathed before Ichigo’s mouth was on hers, his lips holding nothing back as kissed her with all the desperation and hunger of a man starved. The radiating joy splashed over the burning desire thundering through his veins.

Orihime parted her lips as she let out a sound that would’ve embarrassed her outside of this situation. Instead, she felt exhilarated to an immeasurable degree. Her body quaked at the reverence and pure heat he poured into it. It was as if the dam of years of keeping everything bottled up in fear of losing each other burst and flooded them all at once.

She clenched her fingers in his hair as he delved his tongue into her mouth. Orihime felt her body fight between melting and being drawn taught, like a string on a bow. Ichigo’s hands slid down to her hips, flexing and gripping at her flannel pajama pants and flesh. She angled her head when he held her firmly, seeking out his tongue with her own.

Ichigo was quickly lost in the taste of her skin, the sounds she made and the feel of her. His nerve endings felt like they had caught fire. It was a sensory overload in everything Orihime. If he didn’t think he was greedy before, he certainly was now.

~~~(TBC)~~~

I certainly hope you all liked this! I should have the chapter finished bit up fairly soon. Thanks so much for reading!

Also— I’m uncertain why this isn’t showing up in the tags, so I’ll try it again.

[jaskierswolf]

Jaskelion smut with a tail plug? Maybe with the use of the word "puppy"??

This only took me three months to write.... Sorry! But.... 1.7k of Jaskilion for you this fine evening.

CW: 18+, tail butt plugs, puppy play, dom/sub relationship, blow jobs, anal sex, explicit consent,

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Jaskier was singing happily as he opened the door to the flat he shared with Dandelion. His date night with Geralt had been wonderful! They’d had a lovely romantic dinner and then curled up on the sofa watching shitty documentaries that Geralt enjoyed. Jaskier had just been happy to lie back with his hands in Geralt’s sinfully soft hair. He enjoyed the weight of his boyfriend crushing him when they snuggled, but he’d also promised Dandelion he’d be home that night. Geralt had to get up early for work and as much as they loved each other, sometimes they just wanted their own beds.

The lounge was dark when he pushed the door open. He frowned and pulled out his phone. The screen was bright and hurt his eyes but he was right. It wasn’t that late. In fact he was earlier than he said he would be. He flicked on the light and toed off his shoes, letting the door close behind him. He meandered into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water before heading up to his room.

Dandelion’s bedroom light was still on so Jaskier knocked on the door. There was no reply.

“Dandelion?” he called softly.

Still no reply… so he pushed open the door.

“Oh,” Jaskier breathed.

Dandelion was laying on the end of the bed, looking like an absolute angel, or perhaps a devil. He was far too tempting to be an angel. His roommate was curled up asleep, completely naked except for the soft golden tail plug in his arse. Jaskier swallowed and crossed the room as quietly as possible, placing his water on the bedside table and then perching on the edge of the bed.

He cocked his head and smiled down at his sleeping friend before gently running his fingers through Dandelion’s hair, brushing the blond curls from his eyes.

“Hmm…?”

Jaskier chuckled and leaned down to kiss Dandelion’s forehead. “Morning, Dandelion,” he teased.

“Morning?” Sleepy cornflower blue eyes blinked opened as he lifted his head off the mattress. There were marks pressed into his cheek from the wrinkles of the fabric and he looked utterly adorable. “Oh bloody hell, what time is it?”

“Just gone eleven,” Jaskier said with a laugh “In the evening,” he added when he saw the look of horror on his friend’s face. “Looks like you had a great evening planned?”

“Bugger,” Dandelion whined.

Jaskier took pity on him and pulled him into a kiss. His hands trailed down Dandelion’s spine and cupped his arse, earning a delightful squeak from the musician. “Miss me?” he teased.

“I got bored,” Dandelion admitted. “I was hoping to surprise you when you got home, but clearly that didn’t work out.”

Jaskier tilted his head and smiled coyly, petting the soft blond curls that splayed out so beautifully on the bed. “Did you still want to play?”

Dandelion’s eyes lit up and he nodded, nuzzling into Jaskier’s thigh. “Please.”

“Shh now, puppy,” Jaskier cooed. “I’ll get undressed and finish my water. You need to be patient. Can you do that for me?”

Dandelion whined but nodded silently.

Jaskier smirked “I know, you’ve been so patient already. Don’t worry, I make sure my puppy is treated well. Now, on the floor, you know you’re not allowed on the bed without me.”

Dandelion huffed but climbed off the bed, muttering nonsensically. Jaskier rolled his eyes. If Dandelion wanted to be bratty then so be it. He knew the consequences for misbehaving when they played like this. Dandelion knelt on the soft rug at the end of the bed, gazing hungrily up at Jaskier as he lazily stripped off his clothes. He grabbed his glass of water and sipped it, purposely ignoring his puppy, despite the frustrated whines coming from him.

Once Jaskier was finished with his drink he sat back down on the edge of the mattress, a hand in Dandelion’s hair. “Good boy.”

Dandelion leaned into his touch, a contented hum in his throat. He liked the praise, almost as much as he enjoyed being forced to wait for it, despite his protests.

“Now, puppy, whilst you’re sitting so prettily for me, I want your mouth on my cock until I’m hard enough to fuck you. You want that don’t you?”

Dandelion nodded eagerly. “Mhmm, yes sir” he replied with a lick of his lips. Jaskier tugged sharply at Dandelion’s hair, coaxing an obscene moan from his lips.

“Puppies don’t talk, sweetheart,” Jaskier scolded, before his expression softened. “You remember what to do if you want to stop?”

Dandelion nodded, caressing Jaskier’s bare thighs with long fingers before tapping three times in quick succession. Jaskier smiled, feeling better for the check in. “Good boy.”

Dandelion’s cheeks flushed a deeper red at the praise, and he tilted his head to press a kiss on Jaskier’s thigh, nipping gently. Jaskier closed his eyes, he could feel the beginnings of his arousal, warmth flowing through his body. He swallowed and took a deep breath, willing himself to not get hard just yet. He wanted to get hard in Dandelion’s mouth. He guided the blond with his hands still gripped into his hair. “Suck.”

Dandelion didn’t need telling twice. He moaned and practically lunged for Jaskier’s cock, like a starved man at a banquet. Jaskier hissed as he was suddenly enveloped with a wet heat. He had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from moaning like a whore… Dandelion hadn’t earned the satisfaction of that, but the musician’s mouth was as talented as it was quick, and Jaskier quickly hardened under his attentions. He let out a shaky breath, fingers combing through Dandelion’s hair, allowing himself the luxury of fucking into the blond’s mouth. He almost regretted pulling Dandelion off his cock, but he really did want to fuck that pretty arse before the night was through and he wouldn’t last much longer.

Dandelion whined petulantly, pouting up at Jaskier through his long dark eyelashes. His face was beautifully flushed and his lips were red and swollen. Jaskier delighted in the slightly glazed over look in Dandelion’s eyes.

“On the bed, puppy,” Jaskier cooed “you’ve done ever so well for me.”

Dandelion scrambled onto the bed, the soft golden tail swaying with the movement. Jaskier stroked his fingers along Dandelion’s spine, eliciting a gorgeous breathy moan from him. Dandelion’s back was always sensitive, a fact that Jaskier loved to take advantage of. He took a moment to appreciate the radiant beauty of his lover. He was just stunning. It was no wonder that Jaskier had been drawn to him from their very first shift in the coffee shop. Not even Geralt could match Dandelion for looks, and Jaskier really did love his boyfriend more than anything.

His fingers danced along Dandelion’s back, feather light touches over the swell of his arse. He tilted his head with a smirk on his lips as he admired his lover. The butt plug was extravagant and stretched Dandelion’s hole so prettily that he was almost sad that he hadn’t been around to watch Dandelion prep himself. Luckily he had more than enough memories to imagine flawlessly the noises and gasps that his friend made when he had his own fingers shoved up his arse.

Jaskier stroked the tail, tugging gently but not enough to pull it out. “Such a pretty little puppy. All ready for me.”

Dandelion whined again, and wiggled his butt. It was tantalising and Jaskier could barely resist the temptation, but he knew Dandelion was in a vulnerable headspace and he couldn’t take him without asking. It was for his sake as much as Dandelion’s. “Are you still with me, puppy?” he asked, gently tracing patterns into the pale skin on Dandelion’s back.

Dandelion nodded. “Mhmm.”

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” Jaskier asked softly, never taking his hand from Dandelion. He needed to be touching him.  He needed to know Dandelion was there, needed Dandelion to feel him too.

Another nod from Dandelion and Jaskier let out the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. He pressed a kiss to Dandelion’s shoulder then swatted his arse. It wasn’t hard, it didn’t even leave a mark, but Dandelion still yelped, mostly from surprise. “You’re such a good boy,” Jaskier soothed, his hands running throw the golden tail once again. This time he pulled it out. Dandelion’s keened and arched his back, fingers gripping into the bed sheets. His hole was slick from the lube he’d used to push the plug in but Jaskier still grabbed the bottle to be safe. He quickly coated his hand, stroking himself to cover his cock before lining himself up, ready to finally take this beautiful creature.

Dandelion’s wanton moans were utterly sinful as Jaskier pushed in. He thrust in slowly, getting deeper with every push, his hands gripping at Dandelion’s hips. Dandelion’s tried to push back but Jaskier kept him steady. “Stay still, puppy,” he warned, barely managing to keep his voice calm.

Dandelion felt like heaven, clenching around Jaskier’s cock so that he was on edge within minutes. His thrusts grew erratic and he shifted, trying to find the right angle that would make Dandelion sing. He knew when he found it because Dandelion keened pitifully and he almost collapsed onto the bed. Jaskier grunted and wrapped his arm around Dandelion waist, gripping his cock and jerking him off in time to his thrusts. Normally he’d insist that Dandelion cum untouched when they played like this but he did feel bad that his friend had fallen asleep whilst waiting for him, he would be rewarded for his patience.

Dandelion was crying wordlessly, a stream of nonsense falling from his lips as he came, spilling over Jaskier’s hands and clenching around his cock. Jaskier’s eyes rolled back and he moaned, thrusting deep into Dandelion as he came. He gasped, collapsing on top of Dandelion as they tumbled onto the mattress. Jaskier felt like he could lie there for days, but he needed to make sure Dandelion was ok.

He groaned and rolled over onto the mattress, fingers trailing along Dandelion’s forearm. “Sweetheart?”

“Hmm….”

Jaskier rolled onto his front and kissed Dandelion’s shoulder. “Puppy, I’m just going to get some water for you and then we’ll get you cleaned up, alright?”

Dandelion said something, muffled by the mattress. Jaskier rolled his eyes and slunk off to get supplies. He tossed Dandelion a fond smile over his shoulder as he left the room. He might even let Dandelion cuddle him tonight, a rarity after this sort of play, but he was feeling a little needy himself and he could do with having his darling wrapped up in his arms.

[idunnoficsorsumthing]

Next Steps

Sequel to Wedding Dress Shopping. 

George Weasley x reader

I had to make it dramatic I am sorry ya’ll. Because, I wrote another ending and then I felt like it was too happy, so I wrote this lol. Everybody gotta have some angst. Also I got distracted by a Lewis Capaldi livestream. It was great, he is amazing. 

This isn’t a Taylor Swift ending but I hope it is good enough. XD @enchantedcruelsummer

2 years later.

George and you broke up. The two of you had been together since your fourth year at Hogwarts when you hadn’t known that the infamous George Weasley was temporarily an old man. You scolded him for trying to ask you for the three broomsticks. He asked you again as regular George Weasley, and that time you told him to piss off. However, you did become close friends with Fred, and by the time of Yule Ball you asked George, and he said yes. Two years ago the two of you opened Freddie’s monkey Business near Ilvermorny, and you wanted to continue traveling the world while George had seen enough of America, and though he loved to visit Freddie’s. You had gotten an offer to work with Charlie in Romania, and you accepted it. “Georgeee” You said, swinging the door open to the apartment. He was in the kitchen cooking dinner. “I got great news.” you tell him. Pecking a kiss on his lips. You look at the stove, and your favorite meal is being cooked. “What is going on?” you ask. He had a stupid smile on his face. “I made dinner.” he said, you take off your coat, and take it to the hanger that was near the door.“What’s the news, darling?” George asked from the kitchen. You walk back to the kitchen, and you take a can of coke from the fridge. “I’ll tell you later, I am starving.” you said, you sit down on one of the stools in the kitchen, enjoying your boyfriend cooking. 

The two of you sat at the dinner table. He told you about his day, and that Bill took little Victoire to the store, and you were sad that you missed that. “I actually made dinner for a reason.” he said, he was being fidgety. “Why?” you ask curiously. He looks at you with a big smile. “Will you marry me?” he asked. Taking out a ring from his pocket. “Oh, George.” You said: “I don’t think right now is the right time for us to get married.” you watched his face go from happiness to heartbroken. “What?” he asked. You take his hand in yours. “I just accepted a job in Romania, working with Charlie.” you said, you could see him try to not let him touch him. “For how long?” he asked. You take another sip of the wine George poured. “Unknown. It depends on the research done.” you said, his eyes widened. “Charlie has been there since he graduated!” George snapped. “I’m sorry, George!” you said, he angrily stepped away from the table. “We could do a long engagement?” you said, he shook his head. “I thought you wanted to get married?” he said, you walk after him. He kept walking through the apartment. “I do!” you said: “I really do. Just not now.” he shook his head. “But you do in a year or six?” he snapped. “I want to move on, Y/n.” he added. You could feel the tears start to form in your eyes. You knew George, he was never going to go for it. “What do you suggest then? That I tell your brother I won’t come because I have to play housewife for you?” you said, you might have been a little louder than you intended. “No of course not! Go, stay whatever you want that’s what you are good at! ” he barked. You were taken back by his remark. “Fuck you, George. What was that supposed to mean?” you demanded. He stopped in his step. “Fourth year. I asked you out twice, and then you go for Fred and then when he doesn’t want you. You ask me to the yule ball.” he said, you laugh. “I was never interested in Fred like that, I just thought you were an idiot!” you snapped. He just stared at you angrily. “You know what, forget it. I am leaving.” you said, you walk out the front door. You slammed it shut, and you pray that George follows you.

Some weeks later

You felt pretty embarrassed to have to tell Charlie that you were pregnant… With his brother’s baby who you haven’t seen in seven weeks. You only found out just now, so it wasn’t like you went to this job knowing you were pregnant. “Charlie? can I talk to you?” you ask, stepping inside of his room in the big cabin. He nods. “Yes of course!” he said, you hadn’t known Charlie that well, and it hadn’t been that awkward when you came here, and told him you weren’t with George anymore. “I just found out. But, I am with child.” you said, he looked at you quite unsure what to say. “You should not tell the boss.” Benjamin Illazor was a tough boss, but his work was brilliant, and he definitely wouldn’t like that you were pregnant. “Please, don’t write George.” you tell him. You knew that was something big to ask of him. “When are you telling him?” he asked. You looked at him, and this was the only moment you thought was ever going to be awkward with Charlie. “I’m not.” you said softly. You looked at your hands, you had them placed in your lap. “What? You can’t not tell him.” he said, you nod. “This is not up for debate right now.” you said, tears filled your eyes. Charlie knew it was time to quit.  You get up from your seat, and start to walk out the door. “Y/n” Charlie said, you turn around. “Congratulations.” he said, you give him a smile.

You hid your pregnancy well enough. You wore oversized sweaters which was an easy thing to do because Autumn in Romania wasn’t that warm. Charlie loved the idea of being an uncle, he gifted you a onesie with a dragon on it. “Y/n!” Benjamin said, when you walked past the door of his office. You stop, and walk into his office. “Mr. Illazor, what can I do for you?” you ask. He chuckled. “For the tenth time. Call me Benjamin.” he chuckled. You nod. “We like your research, and even though this research study is ending in January. We want you onboard for the next study in Croatia.” He said, This was only a couple of months, and Charlie wouldn’t be coming to Croatia. Because he belonged here, and he was a part of a different study. You had the baby to think of, and would you want her or him to live. Ideally it would be England. “I would have to think about it, sir.” you said, 

Christmas Eve

Most of the people had gone home for the holidays, and you didn’t see the point in going home, there was no one to go home to. You decided to stay, you were watching Jack Frost, and you were crying because Jack just died. You were holding your hand to your stomach. The baby was restless, it just wanted to kick around, and keep it’s mum awake. “Keep quiet little bean.” you said, you tried to dry your tears. You have accepted the fact that your baby will only have you. Even Though, you still cried many nights about it. Maybe you should go to Croatia. It would make sense, you wouldn’t have to see George. It was cruel of you to not want to see George. But, it hurt. Every time you thought about him, it still made your heartache because you still loved him. Maybe you should tell him. He deserved to know. But, then it would be a whole thing, he probably had a new girlfriend now anyway. He would be moving on with his life… You never thought that he would move on. But, he probably had. 

You heard a loud thud, you just thought it was the radiator that broke down again. You cover snuggle yourself into your blanket more. “Oi!” you heard a familiar voice. You look at the door, and George Weasley covered in ashes was standing in the doorway. “What the hell are you doing here?” You ask. You didn’t need to guess what he was doing here…. Charlie. “No! What the hell is wrong with you?” he said, you sit up, quickly reaching for your jumper. “I KNOW.” he stuttered. You shrug, struggling to get up with your belly holding you down. His eyes were pretty wide when he saw your body. You were just wearing sweatpants, and a shirt that was on the small side. “I thought you knew, why are you looking at me like that?” You ask. He shrugs. “You just look different.” he said, you squint your eyes at him. “Yeah! I gained a baby!” you snap.  “Can I?” he asked. He held out his hand. You nod. He touched your stomach, and the baby who was already restless was now holding some kind of party. “I’m sorry about everything.” he chuckled, when he felt the kick. “I don’t want you to say that because there is a baby.” You said, you could feel the tears swell up again. You don’t really know if this is pregnancy hormones or the pain. “I’m not. I swear I’m not. I was just stubborn, and I thought you didn’t want me to come after you.” he said: “I’ve been absolutely miserable.” A small smile appeared on your face. He was neatly dressed, the christmas eve dinner… Oh no Molly was going to kill you, that George was here instead of sitting at her dinner table. You pull him at his tie, close to you pressing a kiss on his lips. You wanted to push yourself closer to him, but your stomach was pressing against his. He passionately kissed you back, his kiss was full of hunger. “I hate you, Idiot” you said, stopping the kiss. You fix your hair, that he messily touched. “I love you, too.” he smirked. 

Weeks later

The crying of the baby alerted you, as you were standing in the kitchen with Molly. You went to the crib that was in the bedroom. But, once you reach the bedroom door, George already stopped the baby’s cry. “Shhh it’s alright, Ophelia.” he said softly. Her sobs turned into soft hiccups, and quickly the crying faded. George was completely smitten with Ophelia. He wasn’t to be swatted away from her. You walk back to the kitchen, Molly and you were drinking a cup of tea. “George got her.” you tell her. You sit back down in your chair. You remember the first time you saw her again. It was Christmas morning, and the two of you sat down at the table, and you thought she was going to scold, and she simply said “As a mother I understand, as George’s mother I think he should’ve known from the start.” Those words stuck with you because of course she was going to stick with him. Just like every action you took was for your little bean. You chuckle to yourself looking at the engagement ring on your finger. It turned out pretty good. 

That night you were holding your two week old daughter in your arms, she smelled like newborn babies, and baby lotion. You didn’t want her to grow up, you wanted to be able to hold her in your arms forever. George slipped into the bed. “I love you.” you said, he pecked a kiss on your cheek. “I love you too.” he said, you chuckled. “I was talking to this little bean here.” you laugh. “But, I love you too.” You said, turning to him, and pecking a kiss on his lips.

[the-fiction-witch]

Lamay Bay P1

MOVIE PINOCCHIO

COUPLE LAMPWICK x none

RATING DARK!! DARK AF! You have been warned

I stood in chains beside many others we where all in line waiting, listening to those those happened to be before us it wasn't a good day he was angry, he was anoyed and he was ruthless. 

"Forward" he ordered and the line would step ever forward fearful and defensless 

"No please! My wife! My children! Please no!" A man before me screamed as he was taken to hang for his crimes he was to leave a wife and two children behind no doubt they would starve or have to break laws of there own to pay there way which would likely soon end then beside there father. 

"Forward" he ordered again and I stepped into the wooden block before him "number?" He asked me

"Sixteen" I said my head low

"Speak up boy!"

"Sixteen sir" I said louder 

"Sixteen… ah here you are. Lampwick. Again" he sighed finding the paperwork "caught for stealing two loaves of bread and a chocolate pastry" he said 

Many laughed at the smallness of my crimes compared to the others they had heard today 

"Now, this is far from your first offense is it lampwick?"

"No sir."

"I've seen you here almost on a monthly basis. And that's just when you get caught. Total arrests reached almost two hundred all small petty crimes"

"Yes sir"

"Do you have even the smallest thing to say in defense of yourself?"

"Please sir. I was hungry. I need food and water to survive the same as you do, but I have to pay for it, but I don't have money, I want to work, to work a job to pay my way but not a soul will take me on, they will not let me work without an education, I can't pay to go get an education I can't earn money without a job to pay for the education to get the fucking job!"

"There is always work boy"

"What down on the docks? Wanking off sailor boys for shillings? Or being some old hangs pet for the night" I said "either of which if you caught me doing you'd arrest me just the same. Please sir… what exactly am I supposed to do?"

"Your supposed to follow the laws and rules like everyone else! Do you know how much police time you've wasted boy, the money and resources you've wasted your wasting my time right now, you are a drain on this town and I will not allow it to go on any longer" he said "I'm sending you to Lamay bay"

"No! No! No please!" I screamed trying to fighting to kick and scream but the police held me "nooo! Please! Kill me! Just fucking kill me!" 

I sat on a ship with a few others to be taken to Lamay bay. Honestly I'd rather be dead. I feared that place everyone did, and everyone was right to, once we arrived our chains removed and we where thrown into the town, they didn't need to restrain us or imprison us being here was enough, without a ship there is no way from Lamay bay. It was built beside the water and with a mountain behind it, no way to escape but still many tried. The town was tall held together by a patchwork of stones and metal all holding this place together, people walked the streets starved and broken, in the centre a man was being hung by his wrists behind his back until eventually is arms or shoulders would give leaving him unable to use them and subsequent without work he's starve to dead, a woman was chained to stone men being allowed infact encouraged to rape her, a child no older then four was stripped naked bound to ropes and was being force fed wine almost waterboarding him I watched the man's arms break and he fell to the hard cobbles stones and a man came to see him in fine clothes and jewls he threw the man a copper coin and spat on him "what have we learnt?"

"I shall always keep my hands behind my back my lord when my lady passes by" 

"Good. Leave us. Return to your hovel" he ordered and guards took the man and threw him down the steps "where is that fresh meat those mainland cunts promised" he laughs before he saw me looking "you. Your a new one aren't you?"

"Yes sir" I nodded

"Sir?" He asked instantly a guard grabbed my shirt and pulled me into the stones in the square "you must be a new one. Or an idiot" he laughs causing other onlookers to laugh "then let me education you boy" he smirked stamping on my back forcing my face into the stones "this is Lamay bay, snuggled between our beautiful sea and the harsh mountins, knowone comes in and out without express permission, you work where and how your told, eat when and what your told, live where your told, you disobey you come to the square where everyone can watch as you are punished for your crimes, I am lord hamlen your superior in all ways, my sweet lady orelia all not be touched by another man or so help me I'll cut your fucking dick off with a blunt rusty blade, if she is walking you put hands behind your back, my daughter y/n you so much as look at her boy I'll tie you to the walls and leave you for the birds" he said each rule he gave he would hit me with a large wooden stick "understand?"

"Yes my lord"

"Good. Now what was the crime that brought you here?"

"Stealing bread" I admitted 

"Ohh so we have a thief do we?" He smirked "guards. Take him" he said and instantly a guard came and held me so I couldn't escape my feet even odd the floor "kids. Whoever steals the most gets a whole sweet tart" he smirked and instantly a rush of clearly started children ran over to me starting to take my things, taking everything from my pockets, then my buttons ripping at them and then my clothes tearing them apart one by one I tried to fight and scream but there was little I could do, until I was left naked the ran off and tried to show the lord what they got and he handed one little boy a sweet tart and the guard threw me on the stone "welcome to Lamay bay" he said before starting on someone else he needed to torcher.

A guard lead me though the streets of Lamay still naked if ever I tried to cover myself he would slap my wrist with the edge of his sword, many poked there heads out of the crooly built houses to look at me passing by he took me down into the damp depths and threw me inside a little house, if you could call it that, it was one room with an arched cracked doorway a table in the centre with two chairs, a bed in the corner, it smelt of mold and damp but there was food on the table some stew or groul of some sort, and some clothes on the bed they where the same as everyone wore here cheap easy to mend fabrics with little differences, I ate the food, it tasted of little but it was food and that was all I cared about 

[shy-marker-pliers]

They kiss. It’s... different than what Eric has ever had. To be fair, he’s only kissed one other person before, but Host… His lips were so soft, even if it was a little scratchy with the bad shave or the off taste of blood. And if the kiss could get any better, Host’s hands did the trick. They moved from the back of his neck, to his jaw, to his shoulders and neck. Eric was melting in his arms. And then the Host tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and Eric turned into a puddle - bingiplierdaily

EXCUSE ME MX. BING PRINGLE DAILYS WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO MAKE ME COMMIT

Emotion™️???

Host just??? loves his bf so much??? he didn’t even know it was possible to have this much love for 1 person???

love is stored in Eric

Host covers Eric’s adorable little face in kisses whenever he can

and Eric l i v e s for it

he didn’t think hosts lips would be so soft but he’s not complaining no sir

Hosty toasty is Eric’s big warm cuddly teddy bear

just. snuggles and smooches. constantly. yesssss.

Host loves feeling Eric relax while they’re kissing

he’s never had someone relax in his presence before so it’s nice that he can calm Eric down

If eric is ever tired and won’t go to sleep for whatever reason all it takes is the promise of Hosty’s cuddles and kisses to get him to bed

that man is just an expert cuddler ok

he always curls up in a ball around Eric whenever they sleep bc it makes him feel like he’s protecting him from all the bad things in the world

and as far as Eric is concerned there are no bad things when you’re having a Hosty Hug™️

That’s what he calls them too. Hosty Hugs. and Host dies every time he says it

Host really likes carrying Eric around

portable boyfriend now only 19.99-

but sometimes Eric falls asleep while he’s being carried and Host has to take him everywhere because he doesn’t want to risk putting him down and waking him up

so he’ll be talking to dark about whatever and it’ll be like

“so as we discussed in our last meeting (blah blah blah business stuff)”

Host: *nodding intently as he holds his sleeping bf, occasionally stopping to give him a lil’ smooch*

“...is now a bad time? because we can reschedule-“

“no no, go on.”

Eric’s cheeks are v squishy and host is always petting and smooshing them

“pleashe shtop i cant talk like thish-“

“n e v e r”

also Eric has a lot of freckles on his face and you bet your ass that Host kisses every single one

“Honey please i’m trying to draw”

“The Host is almost done, he promises.”

Eric’s hair is all curly before he brushes it in the morning and host always begs him to leave it like it is so that he can mess with it

Eric lets host mess with his curls only if he can put little braids in his hair

Eric would be annoyed by host sometimes if he wasn’t super touch/attention starved

but they’re both touch starved so that works out i guess

and the other egos have a bazillion pics of those adorable lovebirds

[whumpity--whump--whump]

Idk if you do continuations but if you do then can I get a continuation of the story where the villain rescues the hero's sidekick from years of abuse?? Love your stuff

I do now! Thanks so much! I had so much fun, I might make even more continuations to this!

https://whumpity--whump--whump.tumblr.com/post/189007378149/the-villain-cornering-the-weakest-and-crouching

When Villain wakes up, it takes him a bit to remember what on Earth he was doing. Why is he in bed with a sixteen year old, much less Sidekick, still in their supersuits? Before he fully remembers, he moves to push himself away from her, but she clings to him desperately, as if her world is ending. 

And then Villain remembers.

The scars, the bruises, the tears, the pure terror, the rules.

He remembers it all.

Most of all, he remembers just how much he hates Hero for what he did to Sidekick since she was merely ten years old. How much he wants to kill Hero in any way he can, because that's exactly what he deserves. Hero abused Sidekick for years. He went below, far below Villain. In all honesty, Villain is seeming a lot more heroic than Hero at the moment.

Villain settles back down on the bed, for Sidekick's sake. Does he want to kill Hero? Yes. But Sidekick needs him. Hero can wait. Villain feels like a father with a young child who came to sleep in his bed after a nightmare as he holds Sidekick. She snuggles up against his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. Her breathing is deep and even, much better than it had been when Villain had drugged her. 

That is something that worries Villain. Sidekick didn't exactly come willingly. She was kidnapped and drugged by her lifelong enemy. And, based off when she explained why she was so hurt, it sounds an awful lot like she thinks Hero was in the right. She thinks she should be hurt so she can be "good." Would she panic because she isn't with Hero and Villain won't hurt her when she wakes up?

Speaking of which, Sidekick begins squirming in Villain's arms. Villain looks down to see what is the matter. Her eyes are squeezed shut and small whimpers make their way past her lips. "Sidekick? Wake up, Sidekick, it's just a bad dream," Villain says as he gently shakes her shoulder. 

Sidekick's eyes are immediately open. "S-Sorry, Sir, sorry! I didn't try to w-wake you up, I s-swear!"

"Hey, hey, you're doing just fine, Sidekick, shh, it's okay." Villain gently rubs her shoulders. "You didn't wake me up, Sidekick. I was already awake."

"S-Sorry I kept you waiting, Sir."

"Shh, ya don't need to apologize. Ya did nothin' wrong."

"Th-thank you for your m-mercy, Sir," Sidekick whispers gratefully.

"Don't mention it. You're with me now, remember, and I'm not like Hero. You'll be safe, and no one will hurt you ever again."

"H-How will I be good then?"

Villain tenses, warding off his anger at Hero. 'Sidekick doesn't know any better, I've gotta be patient with her.' But it is too late. His tenseness didn't go unnoticed.

"I, I, I'm sorry, S-Sir. I dunno w-what I said, but I won' say it a-again." Tears cloud her eyes and she starts shaking. "Please, please make me good again, Sir. Please fix me, Sir."

"Hey, it's alright, Sidekick, it's alright. But remember what we talked about? Ya don't have to be good, Sidekick. Ya can just be, well, you. I'm not gonna hurt you ever, Sidekick. Ya don't have to be trained and punished and good. I just wanna help ya."

"I can be good without punishment?" Sidekick sounds genuinely confused. "How does that work?"

'Okay, so she still thinks she needs to be "good," but that's okay, she needs time. We can take baby steps. We can start with not having to be punished to be "good." And slowly change the definition of "good" until she gets a little bit better. ' "Oh, yes, certainly. Punishment is cruel and inhumane. And, well, anyone that uses punishment isn't good. Like Hero. He isn't good. He's been very, very bad. He shouldn't be talking about being good if he's as bad as he is."

"H-Hero? He's b-bad?"

"Definitely."

"But he said that y-you and me are, are really, really b-bad! And that he wants to m-make me g-good."

"All Hero is a conniving, manipulative piece of crap who claims to be all high and mighty and perfect when he spends his nights hurting you. But he'll never touch you again."

"If Hero is bad, c-c-can you make me good?"

Villain sighs. He knows that Sidekick wants this, and he needs to take baby steps, but this is still incredibly hard. Pretending to be Sidekick's "teacher," promising to make her "good." "Sure. But you're already so good."

"But didn't Hero make me b-b-bad?"

Sidekick looks up at Villain worriedly, so terrified that she's "bad." It seems that Sidekick is more loyal to "being good" than to Hero. And now that she's been told Hero is bad, she desperately wants to be "made good" by someone else. So gullible, so vulnerable. Villain makes a mental note to always be honest with her, because she will take his word, no matter what. And to protect her from everyone else that might try and take advantage of her. "No, no, no. Hero could never make you bad. You were never bad. But he wanted to use you, so he made sure you'd be confused. All of his rules are meant to confuse you, not to make you bad, not to make you good."

"Will you help me not be confused?"

"Of course I will, Sidekick. But, right now, I bet you're hungry."

"I c-can eat?"

"What did Hero say about food?"

"C-Can't have without per-permission."

"When did you last eat?"

Sidekick pauses as she tries to remember. "I, uh, I think it was last week?"

"That's no good at all."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll eat more often! Or do you want me to eat less often? Whatever you say, I'll do it!"

"Hey, hey, I'm not mad at you, Sidekick, I'm mad at Hero. It's really bad to not let people eat. You're so, so good, Sidekick. It's Hero that's bad. This is something he's confused you about."

"When should I eat then?"

"Ya need at least three proper meals every day. Everyone does. Not to be good, ya need that to be healthy."

"So much food…. Are you sure you can pay for that much for me?"

"Don't ya worry about money. We'll manage."

"S-Sure?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, Sidekick. I'm not gonna let ya starve. How about we go eat something now? Ya must be hungry if it's been a week since you ate."

Villain helps Sidekick out of bed. Her legs shake a little, a symptom of her lack of nutrients, and Villain snakes an arm around her waist in order to keep her steady. Sidekick leans against Villain's chest, fingers curled in his shirt, head resting on his shoulder. After a few steps, Sidekick's knees go out from underneath her. Villain easily catches and carries the too light body of Sidekick out of the room, down a flight of stairs, and into the kitchen. Sidekick weakly holds on to him, muttering apologies for making Villain carry her, and Villain is quick to tell her she's being good and doing nothing wrong.

Villain sets Sidekick down in the breakfast nook and makes sure she's comfortable before he goes off to cook her some food. Needing something simple and fast to make, Villain cooks his guest and himself pancakes and fried eggs. Once they are done, Villain grabs some dishes to put the food on. A plate for Sidekick, a plate for himself, and a plate for the food that doesn't fit on their plates. Villain brings the plates, two forks, maple syrup, and ketchup with him back to Sidekick in the breakfast nook.

Sidekick looks at the food in awe. "You made all of this, for me?"

"Well, we're sharing, but I'm not too hungry, so most of it is for you. And, if we need to, I can cook more."

"You're eating too? With me?"

"Yeah. Lemme guess. Hero didn't."

"Only on important days, like Christmas or birthdays. B-Because I was b-b-bad an' didn' deserve t' eat the same food as him, at the same time and place."

"Hero is the worst, isn't he? If you want, I'd love to eat with ya whenever I can."

"R-Really? You want to do that?"

Villain shrugs. "Of course I do. I wanna spend time with ya."

"Even though I'm bad? Wait. No, I'm not bad. You told me I'm good."

"So very, very good."

"And Hero's bad."

"Extremely."

Sidekick smiles excitedly. "I'm good! I really am good!"

Villain smiles back. "Yes, yes you are. You're so good. So extremely good."

Sidekick throws herself into Villain's arms, catching him off guard. "Thank you for helping me not be confused. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She snuggles into his chest, hugging him tightly, lips drawn into a smile, a couple tears of joy on her cheeks. Villain lightly massages her back as he hugs her, smiling himself. 'Today is a good step to Sidekick's recovery. If I can keep this up, she'll recover soon.'

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

“Are We Still Drunk, Mr. Malek?” - A Fluffy Rami Malek Blurb

- You and Rami have been seeing each other for around a month now, and things are going ridiculously well.

- However, meeting up this time was all-around weird.

- Rami just got to yours after sleeping off his high-drunkness all fucking day.

- You legit had no idea if he was dead or alive.

- You made plans for him to come over and he just sort of - poof! - vanished.

- Hours later, he finally showed a sign of life and announced that he is, indeed, coming over.

- He then proved that he’s serious by texting you a selfie, walking to his car, making a goofy face with the caption "I'm on my way!"

- "What's up?" you ask as you let him inside.

- "I have no idea."

- "Still off from last night?"

- "Whoa. I mean... whoa."

- "How much have you had?" you chuckle as he rubs his eyes groggily.

- "I don't remember. Too much whiskey and weed."

- "Say no more."

- You both park your asses on the couch and put something on Netflix (it was Glow. You’re addicted to Glow).

- You immediately cuddle up to him, and he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

- "So, Guys' Night was a success?"

- "I am never hosting those animals ever again."

- "I'll take that as a yes."

- "It. Was. Awesome."

- He trails his fingers up and down your arm, telling you whatever he could actually remember from the previous nights' shenanigans.

- Which wasn't much.

- "So, um, I don't know if food is on the docket for tonight..." he sort of mumbles into your hair.

- "Nope. I'm planning to let you starve."

- "Goddamnit, woman."

- "What do you want to eat?"

- "What are my options?"

- You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

- "Please don't do this again, Rami."

- After 15 minutes of an 'I'm-good-with-anything-what-do-you-want-to-eat?' verbal ping pong match, You both settle for Dominoes.

- Again.

- Rami's treat!

- Rami, ever the gentleman, gets the door.

- When he pays the delivery guy, they end up having an insanely long conversation about condiments and change.

- The delivery guy calls Rami "Sir" a bazillion times.

- Rami is too nice to just tell the dude to fuck off already.

- 20 years later A few minutes later, the delivery person leaves you two alone with pizza and garlic bread.

- Rami just stands there, looking confused.

- “I have never been called Sir that many times in my entire life. What the fuck just happened?”

- Approximately 10 minutes later, there's no more food left.

- You both inhaled it.

- You get up to put the empty boxes in the kitchen, and when you come back Rami has settled himself on the couch with his legs spread open and stretched forward and his back against the armrest.

- "Comfy?" you smirk and wriggle yourself between his legs, your back pressed against his front. "I can feel your food baby."

- He reached around you and placed his palms on your belly.

- "I can feel yours, too."

- "Did you just call me fat?" you mock offense.

- "Did you just call me fat?"

- You roll your eyes and scoff.

- You're into season three of Glow now, and you start talking about wrestling and Hulk Hogan and The Rock and Hollywood in general.

- If there's one thing Rami likes about you, it's that you're not phased by anything.

- He can tell you literally anything - and shit gets surprisingly bizarre - and you just sort of shrug it off.

- To him, it's refreshing.

- Anyways, at a certain point, a giant ant comes scurrying into the living room, and Rami expertly takes one of your discarded flip flops, aims and hits the ant on the first kill.

- You are visibly impressed.

- You raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

- "The Pacific" is all he needed to say.

- “Mmmm I love Snafu.”

- You exchange kisses and caresses while you watch your show, and you almost can't help but snuggle even closer to him.

- He just wraps himself all around you and you feel so safe.

- At one point you look up at his eyes and just get absolutely, cheesily lost in them.

- You will never figure out what color they are.

- They are every single color you can possibly imagine.

- It's like they change with the weather.

- After binging on the entire season, Rami checks the time on his phone and whistles.

- "Bedtime. You have work tomorrow."

- You don't need telling twice.

- You basically sprint over to the bed and lay down, Rami following close behind you.

- You talk about everything and nothing at all in hushed voices, exchanging soft kisses in between words.

- Rami seems to be so out of it still.

- You feel a little sorry for him.

- He is obviously getting too old to party this hard with the boys.

- You can also tell that something is on his mind because he does those faces when he thinks.

- You know, like he can't figure out how to form a coherent sentence or how words happen.

- After a long silence of touching and kissing and embracing, he finally speaks.

- "Is it, uh, okay if we don't have sex tonight?"

- You blink silently.

- It’s not that you absolutely had to have sex with him, but you did hope it will happen.

- "I'm just..."

- "Rami, it's fine."

- "You sure?"

- "Yeah. I didn't ask you to come over because I just want sex. I like spending time with you."

- "It's just that I’m sure you sort of expected to have sex tonight and -"

- "Rami, seriously. It's ok."

- He nods gently and you give him a reassuring kiss.

- You rub your noses together and he smiles softly, his grin a little dopey.

- "You're so kind."

- "Huh?" you giggle.

- "I said you're kind."

- "Thank you?"

- "No, thank you." He cups your cheek in his hand and rubs his thumb back and forth on your cheekbone. "For being so understanding and patient with me. And holding me. I like it when you just touch my arm or hug me, you know?"

- "Are we still drunk, Mr. Malek?"

- "I have no idea. I just... thank you."

- "You're welcome."

- You kiss him one last time and turn around.

- He pulls you as close to him as he can get you and wraps his legs around you.

- "Goodnight, Rami." You whisper just as he starts to snore softly.

[phoneboxfairy]

Natsu’s Birthday (nalu smut)

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18750859

(Based in part off that dirty jenga prompt that was floating around a while back. One was tying the partner’s hands behind their back, the other was let them do what they want. Not my best fic ending but here. Naughty Nalu smut.)

It's Natsu's birthday...or, at least it's the day that everyone recognizes as his birthday. Hard to remember for sure given his history, but that's not important.

As usual the guild throws a raucous party in his honor. Good food, good company, even a fight or two if the mood allows.

Of course, the best present of all will be given later that night.

Lucy's dressed like a snack, more appetizing than the hottest fire chicken. Short skirt, low cut top, a splash of pink lipstick. A babe, and all his. Just as he's about to lunge forward and punch Gray in the face for the third time, she leans into him.

Exposed cleavage pressing against his back, lips tickling his ear.

"Let's go home and play."

And that's that. Natsu's not the type to turn down a good fuck, especially when Lucy's so adventurous. So they make their way home, exchanging kisses and naughty little whispers as they walk. No surprise, his hands roam, squeeze, and stroke, even pinching her ass as she works to open the door.

The little gasp is worth it. Gods how he loves hearing her horny sounds, loves knowing how he affects her.

At long last they make it to the bedroom. She switches on some music. Tugs off his jacket. Then pushes him into a chair.

She dances for him, never breaking eye contact as she peels her clothes off bit by bit. Straddles him, luxurious tits rubbing against his bare chest, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of bikini panties.

"Holy shit, Luce."

Blush, smile.

"Tonight I want you to take control. Tie me up. Have your way with me, and be as rough as you want. I wanna be your plaything, Natsu."

Eyes dark, biting her pouty bottom lip. He can't refuse such an offer under normal circumstances, let alone when she's almost completely naked.

"If that's what you want, alright." So carefully he wraps his scarf around her wrists, binding her hands behind her back. He picks her up, sets her down on the bed, making sure she's comfortable. Then he goes to her closet.

Specifically, the hidden shelf right above her shoes, the one that houses a certain stash of goods. Toys, naughty books, lube, massage oils, and other fun props they put to good use on nights like this.

Natsu grabs a blindfold, a special candle, and some massage oil. Plaything, huh? Oh they're gonna play, alright.

Hehe.

Lucy sees what's in his hands. She smiles, squirming a little in anticipation. Just enough for him to notice.

He grins, showing the sharp glint of a fang. Sits next to her on the bed, secures the blindfold over her eyes. Treats her to a gentle kiss.

"I'm gonna take your panties off now."

"Kay." Lip bite. He unties the little ribbons one at a time, pulls the delicate silk away from her skin, tosses it to the floor.

Sniff, sniff. The scent of her awakening arousal makes him growl. And the sight of her... Blindfolded, hands bound behind her back. Licking and nibbling her bottom lip. Breasts heaving, nipples perky. Tiny blonde landing strip pointing toward the sweet treat between her trembling thighs.

"You're so fucking perfect, Lucy." They share a deep, delicious kiss. "Are you ready to play with me?"

"Yes, sir." Her words and that dark, silky tone makes his cock stiffen.

"That ain't playing fair..."

"I never said I'd play fair...sir..."

"Naughty girl."

"Are you gonna punish me?"

"Damn right I am." He smacks the curve of her ass, very pleased to hear the gasp she lets out in response. Another spank makes her moan, amplified when he starts rubbing her cheeks.

"More please..."

"More? You like when I spank that sexy little ass of yours, don't ya..."

"Yesss...ahhhhhhhh!!!" The moment his hand makes contact he smells her arousal intensify. Fangs flash.

"Are you okay, Lucy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Great." He treats her to a kiss. "I think you've been punished enough for now. Relax. I'm gonna take good care of ya tonight."

"Okay..." Slow exhale. She shifts, leans against the pillows and headboard. "I'm all yours."

Silence except for the soft romantic music. He grabs the massage oil, splashing some onto his hands. Takes a few moments to warm it up then gets to work.

It's not really work, not with how much he loves touching her. He starts at her shoulders, nibbling her neck as his hands wander downwards.

He only pauses to drizzle more oil over her breasts. She trembles a little, and he notices her nipples perk up.

Hands still kneading and rubbing, he flicks his tongue over one taut bud. She makes a sound similar to a whimper mixed with a moan.

Very encouraging.

He keeps it up. Pinching, flicking, kneading, rubbing, licking, alternating from one nipple to the other. The whole time she's mewling, whimpering, utterly enjoying every moment.

It's torture. She wants to comb her fingers through his hair, to dig her nails into his skin, to guide that fantastic mouth of his exactly where she needs it right now.

But that's not what he wants. He wants to tease her, to drive her absolutely crazy. Then he wants to untie her, pin her down to the bed, and show her exactly how much he loves her.

Patience is going to be tricky tonight. No, it's going to be nearly fucking impossible, knowing how they affect one another.

He shifts again, drizzling more oil over her tummy and a little bit lower. Rubbing, stroking.

Taking her completely by surprise when he slips two fingers into her core. No resistance, just sweet, warm, wetness. He strokes her once, twice, knowing full well how worked up she is.

Then just like that he pulls his fingers out. And the sound she makes...frustrated, agonized.

"Natsuuu...that's not fair..."

"Never said I'd play fair either, babygirl. Now shhh."

She doesn't say anything else, biting that pouty bottom lip of hers in an effort to keep control.

Excellent.

He licks his fingers, taking a moment to enjoy his woman's flavor.  

Then he gets focused. Takes the candle in his hand, warming the wax up with his magic.

"Natsu..”

He drizzles the wax over her chest, creating an interesting design, making her mewl again in response. "You like this?"

A nod. Encouragement. More drizzling, dripping.

"I can't hear you, Lucy. Not sure if I believe ya." He tweaks her nipple, smirking at the sound she makes in response. "Do you want more?"

"Y..yeah..."

"Louder." He drizzles wax directly over that already perky little nip, and Lucy cries out. "That's better. I want to make you scream, knowing damn well I'm the only one who can make you sound like that."

More wax drizzles down her tummy, making her fidget a little. He re-melts it, watches it trail between her legs.

Then...

Then he nudges her legs apart. Settles so he's eye-level with his favorite treat. Parts her lips, dripping a little wax onto the sensitive pink flesh. One finger strokes warm circles around her clit. She's utterly enjoying it, going by her fidgeting and increasingly loud vocalizations.

He lets out a dark chuckle, then plunges his tongue into her starving cunt. Rubbing her clit and thrusting, all while she's grinding against him.

“Na....Natsuuuu...Mnnn...”

He knows she's close, knows how his woman sounds when she's gonna come. Knows he wants to dictate exactly when, knows he wants to be buried in her at exactly the right moment.

So he pulls away. Grins at her noise of protest. Unties her hands, tosses his pants and scarf out of the way.

Braces himself over her, painfully hard cock in hand, ready to experience true pleasure. She slips her arms around his neck, leans up, kisses him at the same time he's slipping into her.

He doesn't take it slow. He's wanted to fuck her like this all day, needed it on some primal level he can't begin to understand.  

Somehow, mid-thrust, he manages to pull the blindfold off of her, delighting in the breathless little giggle she lets out in response. The giggle becomes a moan and she arches her back.

Perfect.

“Let go for me, babygirl.” Low, sensual growl. He settles his forehead on hers, gazes into her eyes, enrapt with all this sensation. “Please, Lucy.”

He nibbles her bottom lip. That does it. She gasps his name, waves of passion coursing through her body and somehow triggering his own explosive (and loud) orgasm.

Afterward, for what seems like forever, they lay together. Kissing, cuddling, whispering soft words of love into each other's ears. Eventually they pull apart...reluctantly...then share a shower filled with soap and gentle kisses.

By the time they get back to bed, they're both exhausted. She switches the light out, then snuggles up in his arms. Just as he closes his eyes he whispers something.

"Love you, Luce.”

“Love you, Natsu. Happy birthday.”

 Bliss.

[mimirexx]

Late Night Visit

Alright since I’ve been lacking motivation to write out my original story, i started a new one and finished it in just one or two days (yay?)

I think starting something new actually gave me a boost and it turned out into this short thing!

Also special thanks to @snk-characters-thoughts for reviving my love for this ship 💕💕

It most likely is super messy and shitty and short but its been too long since i last posted something so here we go!

Read here or on ao3 

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After a failed mission outside the walls, the soldiers returned home. Far away from the titans and behind protecting walls. They’ve made many losses, uncountable soldiers wounded and injured. The mission failed and it was better they retreated before they’d lose much more precious soldiers.

Sasha got injured badly after she tried to save Connie from a titan that came too close. The titan raised his hand and pretty much slapped her against the ground like a fly after she managed to push her friend out of the way. Connie ended the job and helped Sasha onto his horse to get her out of danger afterwards.

It was risky and dangerous but they eventually made it back and were now getting settled in the headquarters. Mikasa took care of Sasha’s wounds, which luckily weren’t as severe as expected. She had a broken leg and bruises over her arm and face- somehow, she managed to fall just right. That didn’t mean she wasn’t in pain, though. Everything hurt, moving around was draining and, worst of all, she hasn’t gotten any food since their return.

“Hnngg...” She shuffled uncomfortably on the bed, groaning with each time she moved a muscle. Her gaze flicked over to the window, at the bright stars and moon, illuminating her room.

It probably was already after midnight but she wasn’t sure, she lost track of time. After what felt like hours, the door of her room opened and someone came inside. Her eyes immediately shot wide open and she licked her lips. That smell... it could only be one thing.

“Is that-?!“

“Meat, yes.” The person, who turned out to be Levi, cut in shortly and approached her bed. “Everyone’s already sleeping and I knew you would be hungry. It’s not much but it should be enough to satisfy your needy ass for now.”

The brunette began panting with anticipation, her drool literally rolling down her chin. “Th-That’s really considerate of you, c-captain!”

Levi placed the tray on the nightstand so he could help Sasha sitting up and placed the pillow behind her back for support. “Whatever, just eat up.” The tray was placed onto Sasha’s lap and the soldier immediately began munching on the luscious meat gleefully. Her eyes pretty much gleamed with how good it was to eat juicy, delicious meat.

Levi was watching her a little disgusted, but he just sighed and reached down to pull Sasha’s hair out of her face. “You eat like a pig.” He commented as he took the hair tie from the nightstand drawer and tied up the girl’s hair. Her hair shouldn’t get into the food, at very least.

Sasha didn’t answer Levi- probably didn’t even hear him either, and, suddenly, she had the strength to move her arms around so wildly. She was way too focused on her heavenly meal and wasn’t interested in anything else. It actually was just a bowl of soup, some bread and a cup of hot tea, together with the extra meat on the side. To Sasha, this was the best meal she had in forever.

While Sasha was pretty much moaning with each bite, Levi folded his arms over his chest and watched her almost amusedly. It was quite funny to watch Sasha eating as if she was close to starving. Even if she was always like that, this time it was different.. somehow. Levi felt different.

“Agh-!!” Sasha suddenly exclaimed and opened her mouth to fan her burned tongue. “Hothothot!!!” She exclaimed in distress, looking up at Levi helplessly with her tongue stuck out.

Raising a brow, Levi tilted his head lightly and let out a short snort. Then he reached down and ruffled the girl’s hair gently, “That’s your own fault, brat. Tea is hot.” He stated as a fact which made Sasha chuckle. She leaned up into his touches, liking the little affection she got a lot.

“There’s something else hot here too...” The girl muttered to herself. Levi’s hand stopped at that and he eyed her suspiciously, but Sasha just chuckled and held up her bowl. “My soup!” She exclaimed and slurped down the rest of it quietly. Lucky for her, the bowl covered most of her face so there was no way for Levi to have seen the faint blush on her cheeks.

By the time Sasha lowered her bowl again, the tea’s temperature cooled down just enough to be drunk without getting burned another time. When she finally was done with everything and hadn’t left a single crumble on the tray, Sasha leaned back with an satisfied sigh and placed her hand on her belly. “That was so good... Thank you, captain.”

After Levi took the tray back, Sasha carefully scooted back into a laying position. She nuzzled her head into the pillow, her gaze staying on Levi while he took the tray and headed over to the door without losing another word.

But before he could reach out for the doorknob, the brunette spoke up timidly, “Captain? It’s really boring here, would you mind to stay?”

“Tch.” Levi sounded annoyedly, shooting her a glare from over his shoulder. “Do I look like a clown to you? Do you expect me to entertain you or what?”

“Wha-?“ She immediately shook her head before averting her gaze somewhere else. “No, sir. I just.. kinda feel lonely. I don’t want to stay here alone..” She admitted, fiddling with her blanket, “Please? Just this once. I’ll... clean up the stables, if you want!”

Her offer was turned down by Levi’s flicking wrists, “You’ve got a broken leg, it’ll take some time for you to walk again, idiot.” Nonetheless, Levi walked back over to her and took a seat on the bed as he placed the tray back on the nightstand.

Sasha’s eyes lit up and she quickly made space on her bed for Levi to lay down next to her, giving him a huge, happy grin. The raven only stared at her like she was a maniac- which she most definitely was- and folded his arms over his chest. “No.” He said firmly.

Then Sasha pouted, her eyes becoming sad and her lip stuck out, even quivering a little. “Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with sprinkles on top and a-“

“-Ugh..“ Levi growled and slapped his hand over her mouth, narrowing his eyes deeply. “You’re a pain in the ass, I hope you know that.” He growled under his breath. Feeling Sasha smiling behind his hand made him eventually gave in, and Levi hesitantly got into bed and laid down beside her.

His gaze stayed fixated on the ceiling and Sasha could tell he was feeling awkward. She didn’t want him to, so she slowly inched closer until she could wrap an arm around his torso and looked up at him. The raven looked utterly confused at the soldier, his brows knitted together.

“What’re you doing?” He questioned which made Sasha get even closer.

“It’s called cuddling, you’ll like it.” Placing her head on Levi’s chest, Sasha closed her eyes slowly.

“I know what cuddling is, brat. I mean-“ He stopped himself from finishing his sentence when he saw Sasha getting comfortable on his chest. She snuggled and nuzzled him, holding onto him while Levi just stared down at her. Though, the longer she was laying there, the sooner Levi just accepted it and reached down to wrap one arm around her in return. Not even Levi had the heart to pull away anymore.

“...Goodnight.” He murmured softly, turning over to blow out the candle before finally relaxing. They just came back from the mission this afternoon, everyone needed some rest.

When morning rolled around, Levi was already awake. He’s been awake for a while but didn’t move or talk to not wake the sleeping soldier. He found himself playing with the ends of Sasha’s hair, though, to give himself something to do.

Soon, the brunette woke up with a yawn, her arms squeezing Levi. Her eyes blinked open slowly and she laid there lazily for a while longer. It was too early to wake up or do anything.

She could feel that Levi still was in bed with her and turned her head over to look at him. “Morning, captain. How did you sleep?” She chirped, resting her chin on his chest as she watched him.

The raven stared at her and just rolled his eyes at her question. “Fine. Now let me get up, I’ve got shit to do.” He ordered and tried pushing himself up but Sasha was faster and kept him down.

“Not now. I wanna cuddle some longer!” She whined like a child which earned herself a flick on the forehead, making her whine.

“That was enough cuddling for you. There’s work waiting for me.” He repeated and pushed her back, only to be embraced once again. “Oi!”

“Levi, please.” Sasha dropped the title and looked at him with big eyes and a pout. “Just a little longer.”

With a heavy sigh, Levi plopped back into the pillow and glared at the brunette. “You’re even more annoying than Jaeger.” He commented as Sasha just smiled.

“Let’s play a game.”

Levi snarled, “Are you fucking-“

“C’mon. If you win, I’ll let you go.” She offered.

The raven grumbled something under his breath, but ended up nodding nonetheless. The faster he got out, the faster he could finish his work.

“Alright, you need to close your eyes and guess what I’m drawing on your chest.”

“That’s the most stupid game I’ve ever heard of.“ Levi deadpanned.

“Just close your eyes, grumpy.” Sasha giggled, yet a little scared in case she crossed the line with her little nickname.

Levi didn’t look pleased- then again, when did he even look pleased to begin with? He was still frowning and for a second, Sasha thought he’d slap her. Instead, he just exhaled and closed his eyes to just get done with it.

The girl smiled and pressed her finger against Levi’s chest. Before she could even do anything, Levi spoke up, “Meat.”

“Hey!” Sasha complained, “I didn’t even start yet! That didn’t count!”

The raven would’ve rolled his eyes but, since they were closed, he just clicked his tongue annoyedly.

Huffing, Sasha placed her hand back on the captain’s chest and glanced up at him. She sucked in a breath and carefully leaned up so she was facing him. Her eyes traveled all over the handsome features of his face and stopped at his lips.

“Get done with it already, brat.”

Heart thumping against her chest, Sasha sucked in a breath and trailed her hand up so she was cupping Levi’s cheek in her palm and could tilt his head. She saw the change in his expression; his brows suddenly lifted all the way up, his lips parting as if to say something.

But before he had any chance to do so, Sasha quickly closed the gap between them by pressing her lips against his. She shut her eyes tightly, tense, and maybe a little scared- a lot scared.

The kiss barely lasted a few seconds before the brunette pulled back again, her cheeks tinted in a beautifully deep shade of red. She looked down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Silence.

It was unbearable. She couldn’t tell if she should be happy or just made the biggest mistake of her entire life. This was Levi, after all. Cold, stoic, mean Levi.

On the other hand, Levi also was really compassionate and had a good heart. Deep inside, he wasn’t as mean as he let people think. Sasha saw him interacting with animals or people who were close to him, like Hanji and Erwin. It was a hard shell with a core made of pure gold.

And that was what made these feelings inside her grow from day to day. She caught herself watching him more often than she should, worrying about his well being and his health. Levi soon grew to be such an important person in her life and she didn’t believe it was coincidence that, out of all people, Levi was the one who came to bring her food. After all, he could’ve just told anyone to do it.

Not to mention that he actually agreed to sleeping next to her and agreed to playing this stupid game with her. He didn’t say anything when she called him by his name, not even when she gave him a nickname... Something deep inside her told her that maybe, just maybe, Levi didn’t only saw her as a soldier. Maybe, to him, she meant just as much.

But now that she really kissed him and made the first step, Sasha was scared. What did she even think? Levi was her captain, her superior, in no way it’d be acceptable for them to be.. a thing, would it? Her heart took over her mind and now she didn’t know what to do anymore.

How could she even be so stupid? Levi was the captain of the Survey Corps! He had responsibilities and duties and if people found out he started something with one of his soldiers, they’d think wrong of him and probably lose their respect towards him.

Also, she had a feeling he was pretty close with Hanji. She once heard him saying he bathed and cleaned her repeatedly and always saw them together. It didn’t have to mean anything, of course, but Sasha didn’t have a good feeling about that. Sure, she was very close with Connie too, but she didn’t bathe him...

“...I’m sorry, captain. I got ahead of myself.” She muttered once the silence became too tense to bear any longer and swallowed the lump in her throats. “You.. can leave, I won’t bother you anymore...”

With that, Sasha pulled herself away from Levi and carefully scooted to the other side of the bed to give Levi space. She turned around so her back was facing him and stared at the wall in front of her.

Levi was still so quiet and Sasha began trembling. What would happen now? Would he hit her because she took advantage of him like that? Or would he let her clean the whole castle for weeks? Or maybe he’d kick her out of the military..? What would happen?! She didn’t know.

After what seemed like forever, she heard shuffling on the bed and shut her eyes tightly, preparing herself for what was about to come. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her over, and soon after, felt the same hand cupping her chin. The girl shivered, her eyes gleaming with tears.

“C-capt-“ She wasn’t even able to start her sentence and already felt these soft lips connecting with her own. She hiccuped against Levi’s lips and shut her eyes tightly as she turned around and clutched onto Levi’s shirt.

This time, the kiss lasted much longer. It made Sasha’s heart flutter and made all the negative thoughts fade away in a matter of an heartbeat. The tears that formed in her eyes escaped and dripped down her cheeks, all the way down.

A couple of good moments later, Levi broke the kiss, his hands coming up to hold Sasha’s face, his thumbs gingerly rubbing away her tears. “I will leave because I’ve got work to get done,” He stated, “But I can assure you, I’ll come be back in the evening. And then I’ll be the one bothering you.”

Sasha laughed weakly at that and nuzzled his palms with closed eyes. “Sounds fair.” Her heart calmed down again and her whole body began relaxing. This felt right, it felt comfortable and it was such a big burden that got lifted off her shoulders. She was just overthinking it all in her panic. Finally, Sasha was at peace.

“Just rest now. I’ll tell one of the brats to get you breakfast.” He leaned up to press a long kiss on Sasha’s forehead before he got up from the bed and fixed the blanket around her a little. “And wash up, you smell like shit.” He said a little more seriously but Sasha could see he didn’t really mean it and just wanted her to get clean. Maybe that’d get her more cuddles.

A smile, “Will do.”

With a last nod, Levi lifted the tray he brought with him last night and walked over to the door. He opened it, walked out, and gently closed it behind himself.

The brunette watched him leave and stared at the door with a big smile.

She felt like an idiot, a happy idiot.

[accio-kitty-malfoy]

Feels like home

Chapter Two

Remus must've fallen to sleep sometime during the night. He woke up with a dead arm and Sirius laying on top of it. He didn't mind though; the boy was soft and warm against him, and he looked calm. Remus drew imaginary circles on Sirius' arm with his fingers, tentatively at first, then fell into a mindless pattern. Looking down at the boy now, it was easy to see the brokenness in him; the way he curled up while he slept, clutching at Remus' t-shirt, the way his face twitched as though he was flinching every now and again. Things that the other marauders could not have noticed during the day, when Sirius was busy playing Mr 'I'm so fun and clever and robust'. Remus' hand was now stroking up and down Sirius' arm, inadvertently making him calm further and snuggle into him. He really was beautiful in a handsomely rugged way. His hair was black and curly; his skin tanned from many years of Quidditch and now riding on his bike. It was soft though, he took care of himself, always wanting to look nice; a charmer, but for no one in particular. Whereas James had his eyes set on a goal: Lily Evans, a stunning ginger Gryffindor, Sirius just liked people to like him. It was understandable really, given how he was treated in his god forsaken house. The thought alone brought tears to Remus' eyes, and he was soon crying for Sirius; for how he had been treated, the mistakes he had made, the demons he carried with him everywhere he went.

“Don't worry Siri, I'll take care of you. I promise” He vowed.

“Remmymus, you's getting my hairs all wet” He mumbled, but despite his words, Sirius snuggled more into Remus' chest, almost breaking his heart. How could something so cute have had to suffer so much?

“We need to get up. You need breakfast.” Sirius hid his face more in Remus' chest in response.

“But Remmymus, I'm sleepy.” Then Sirius noticed something. “Remy, why're you in my bed”

“Because, Siri, something bad happened last-”

“Oh” He pulled back from Remus, his brown eyes shining with the tears from his sleep, still bloodshot from the night before. “Yeah. We needa go see Pomfrey. Well, I do. Come with me again please?”

“Yeah, of course I will.” He sat up, ready to swing his legs round and get off the bed, but Sirius caught his arm.

“Thank you Remy.”

“No problem. Now, up. Breakfast. We'll call in the hospital wing on the way there.”

They didn't need to go to the Great Hall for breakfast, Madame Pomfrey and already had a selection laid out for them in her office. Her and Dumbledore appeared deep in conversation when Sirius knocked on her door, but the conversation broke off as she told the boys to enter. They took the two spare seats and Sirius looked worried. Remus rested his hand on top of his for support, but Sirius twisted his own so that the boys were holding hands. He looked like he really needed it.

“So, Mr Black. Now you have calmed down and slept, we need to talk to you. The girl is in a stable condition, and you did right bringing her here, but we have some questions to ask you.”

“Yes sir.” Sirius' voice wavered and held none of the charm that it usually danced with.

“What happened after the crash?”

“A policeman was there. I memory charmed him. I didn't want to get into trouble. I didn't get to him before he could ring the Headmaster of her school though. I had to hide and cloak my bike first. He seemed to know the licence plate on her car; must've looked it up or something. He headmaster said her name was Alaska. He got memory charmed as well. Everyone in the muggle world probably thinks she's dead now. I thought she was at first.”

“Well she's not Mr Black” Pomfrey interjected.

“Yes, quite right Poppy. And you will serve punishment, but not with the Ministry. You will serve it here, and you will have to decide whether Alaska here gets memory charmed or not. It is your decision; she is your responsibility when she is well enough; you made her so.”

“Yes Sir. Can I see her?”

“Of course Mr Black” Dumbledore spoke firmly, knowing that Poppy probably wouldn't want anyone going near her patient; but Sirius deserved to see her. They ate a little breakfast, but Sirius couldn't stomach much, and Remus didn't want to keep him waiting. He knew that it was important to Sirius to see the girl and, after all, they would probably sneak down to the kitchens later that day.

Alaska Young was beautiful, even with the cuts and bruises that littered her face. She looked peaceful though, and the great thing about magical medical equipment was that it didn't beep or make any horrible noises; it whirred quietly and glowed; alerting the healer through their wand if anything was wrong. Sirius touched her face gently, whispering that he was sorry. Remus' hands were on his shoulders; making him feel more safe and calm than he did the previous day. He was still crying though, still hating himself for what he had done to this girl. This girl with a life; a life that he had taken away from her. She no doubt had friends; friends that she was probably no longer going to see again, friends that would mourn her and miss her; thinking she was dead. He sat there for exactly fifty seven minutes. Remus counted. Then he got up, looked and Remus, thanked Pomfrey for letting him see her, and walked off. Remus followed.

Sirius had gone straight back to the common room; curling up on one of the plush leather sofas in front of the fire. He was shaking again despite the warmth filling the room. Remus walked over and sat next to Sirius, holding him again. He didn't need to be asked. Sirius leant into Remus and neither one knew how long they sat there; neither one counted. It was nice for Sirius to have someone there for him when he needed them, and it was nice for Remus to actually be needed.

“I'm scared Remy.” The comfortable silence was broken by Sirius' soft words.

“I know Siri, but you don't need to be. Dumbledore's gonna keep you safe.” so am I, he added in his head, I won't let you hurt.

“I guess.” He turned around to face Remus. “Can we go down to the kitchens? I'm starving.”

Remus knew it was only a distraction; Sirius never ate when he was upset or stressed, but he went along with it anyway.

“'Course. I'm so hungry I could eat a Hippogriff.” Remus, at least, was telling the truth, and his stomach growled in agreement. Sirius laughed and it made Remus' heart flutter. He loved Sirius' laugh; it was almost dog-like, loud and carefree.

“We best get going before your stomach starts to eat itself.” Sirius laughed again, grabbing Remus' hand and pulling him out of the common room. It made Remus happy when Sirius didn't let go of his hand. He knew it shouldn't have; he probably didn't even realise that he still had hold of it. The boys walked in comfortable silence down to the kitchens and were met by a warm welcome from all of the house elves down there. They provided them with a feast and the boys sat eating, making small talk. Sirius didn't eat much, but he was just glad to have the other boy there with him. It made him feel okay, like all his world wasn't going to shit.

Where James was his best friend, the one he'd moved in with when his family disowned him, the one who he planned pranks with and pratted around with all the time; Remus was his rock, the only one who he could confide anything in without feeling like he was going to be laughed at or judged. He felt like Remus understood him. He always felt safe with Remus; like nothing could get to him when he was with him. He always felt like there had to be something big happening when he was with James, like planning a prank or talking, or rather arguing, about quidditch. With Remus, they could sit together for hours in silence and he would feel happy, never lonely. He looked over at the other boy who was studying him, both of them blushing and looking away after brown eyes connected with amber. Sirius carried on picking at his food for a while, mulling over why his heart had fluttered when his eyes had connected with Remus'. After a while, he put it down to tiredness. A yawn escaped to prove his point and Remus noticed.

“C'mon, we need to get you to bed”

“Why Remy dear, you should at least buy me a drink first” The boys laughed and left the kitchens together, walking in companionable silence until they were near the hospital wing, then Sirius tensed.

“Would you like to go and see her?”

“Yes, please” Sirius looked at Remus and slid his hand into the other boys, smiling thankfully at him; happy for once that the other boy could read him like a book.

Pomfrey and Dumbledore weren't surprised to see the boys; the two comfy armchairs that the boys had been sat on previously were still there, and so was enough tea and teacups for the four of them. Sirius went off to see Alaska and Remus stayed to talk to Dumbledore and Pomfrey about Sirius.

“I'm trusting you'll look after him though Mr Lupin?” Dumbledore enquired after Remus had expressed his concerns for Sirius.

“Of course I will! I would do anything for him” Remus didn't miss the knowing glint in Dumbledore's eye and continued “We all would. We're best friends, we all look after each other”

“Yes Mr Lupin, of course, but you more so than anyone I guess?”

“Well-” Sirius chose that moment to walk into the room.

“She looks so much better. She actually has colour now. Thank you Madame Pomfrey. May we go?” Sirius rambled, Remus already standing up.

“Of course, you are dismissed boys. Rest well.” Sirius was already pulling the other boy out by his hand before the Headmaster had finished speaking. Remus, again, took pleasure, very guiltily, in the fact that Sirius kept holding his hand; even though it showed that Sirius felt weak and in need of comfort, it made Remus feel needed.

The boys reached their dorm and Remus was thoroughly disappointed when Sirius let go of his hand, and even more so when he wandered off into the bathroom to shower. Remus felt his heart sink and a strong feeling of not being needed washed over him like ice. That is, until Sirius walked out of the bathroom only wrapped in a towel, and a very different feeling spread through his veins like fire, melting the ice away. Remus had to make a very quick escape to the bathroom and into the shower; his thoughts as fixed on Sirius as they had been for a week and a half, but instead of worrying about him, he was mentally tracing every contour with his fingers; his tongue tasting the imaginary salty skin that covered the boy that was, unbeknownst to him, curled up on his bed, falling to sleep in the comfort of the other boys scent. This is how Remus found him when he'd finished his shower. He paused for a moment, deciding whether to sleep in his own bed with Sirius, or take Sirius' bed for the night. He changed into some boxers, climbed into his own bed, wrapped himself and the duvet around Sirius and laid there, stroking the other boys cheek and arm until he fell to sleep; both boys with bitter-sweet smiles on their faces

I thought I’d post chapter two right away, I have a hell of a lot of this fic written

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Batman au - Origins - Chapter 2

Tw: violence, child abuse, major character death(spoilers: it’s temporary but isn’t solved in this chapter), physical injury to child, explosions, funerals

Another night, another alley, another citizen to protect. The city noticed Robin’s disappearance and feared the worse, until a new hero with the same happy-go-lucky attitude and bad humour appeared in Blüdheaven. The city sighed in relief to know the boy who grew up on its streets was safe.

Batman worked alone now, well as far as the city knew. After all Thomas still had Alfred, and his butlers care was all he had for a long time before.

Why didn’t it feel like it was enough now?

The batman had taken to the streets again, leaving the batmobile behind as he swung onto the rooftops, taking in the evening. The sun had just set, not that it was noticeable in the dark streets but a soft wind was blowing. The streets were still buzzing below, yet on the roof it was quiet, calm.

A young boy had been nearby, unnoticed in the shadows. His hands shook slightly as he pulled his jacket closer, stumbling forward towards the batmobile. In his hands there was a rusty and bent crowbar that he held onto as if it were a lifeline.

He wouldn’t do this usually, but he was desperate. No decent cars had made their way into this area for a while and he had run out of money a week ago, living off scraps in crime alleys bins and burnt bread from the bakers if he was lucky, but then luck was almost never on his side.

He began to take off the tires, wheel by wheel, looking around anxiously for any witnesses, pulling his hoodie over his head in an attempt to mask his face in case someone saw him. His hands were shaking and he eventually dropped the crowbar on the floor, scrambling to quickly pick it back up.

“What are you doing?” Batman had appeared behind the boy, his voice firm and his shadow looming over Virgil.

The boy froze and backed away, gulping “I’m sorry sir! Please...please don’t hurt me.” He started playing with his sleeves, attempting to hide the small stutter appearing in his voice, looking around for a way to hide, knowing he would never get very far running.

Thomas looked over the boy, noticing his blue eyes, his paper-thin body, the bruise on his cheek, his Jacket that looked like it had been torn and mended with scraps of fabric over and over again. He couldn’t be much more than 13, although his malnourishment did cause him to seem younger than he was. Thomas softened, frowning under his cowl.

“What’s your name? Where are you parents? Or anyone who cares for you?” He asked, attempting to seem unthreatening but still firm enough to have an answer.

“Virgil...Virgil Todd. My parents are dead and I look after myself.” Virgil stuttered a little still, gaining his confidence slightly “Can I leave now or are you going to call the police.”

Thomas laughed slightly at the second statement. “Virgil? I’m not going to call the police on you. You can leave if you want but if you want, you can come with me. You can have a warm bed and food for however long you want.”

Virgil seemed to think over the offer for a few seconds “What work would I need to do to get it?” He asked, hoping it wasn’t anything too dangerous, cleaning and that kind of thing he could manage but anything else, well...he was running out of options.

Thomas heart sank “You wouldn’t have to do anything, I just want to help you Virgil.”

This statement seemed to surprise Virgil more than the rest of it. He had after all heard of Batman’s goodness and the boy his used to work with. Everyone in crime alley had seen the batman at some point, possibly even been helped by him but this? This was different.

“I can’t! What about the money? The cost of the bed and the food over the years? It would be a lot of money, to be a burden…”

“No, you wouldn’t be a burden, money's not an issue.” Thomas thought for a second before looking around and taking off his cowl, trusting the dark to cover his face. Worse case scenario, Alfred could hide the pictures before they got too far. “See? No issue and I could use the company, the Manors been a little lonely recently”

Thomas sanders was batman? Virgil was shocked to say the least, it did make a bit of sense and he was trusting him with the secret and so Virgil nodded, starting to put the wheels back on the car.

“Okay,” Thomas replied, replacing his cowl and gently taking the wheel from Virgil, putting it back on the car and getting in the car himself, gesturing for Virgil to get in the other side. “Come in, I’m going to take you back to Sanders Manor okay?”

“Okay sir.” Virgil replied, getting in, careful not to touch anything, not wanting to upset Thomas already. It all looked so expensive and any second he could leave and throw him out again. Virgil’s fathers words echoed in his ear. Be a good kid and don’t be a nuisance, no one likes a loud kid.

“No need to call me sir Virgil,” Thomas replied, starting up the car and driving towards the manner “Hey Alfred, heading back now, I’ve got a kid here who I think will need some new clothes and food.”

“Right you are sir, I’ll be waiting to meet the new kid.” Alfred replied with a nod.

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“Are you sure?” Virgil stared at the plate in front of him, his mind racing at the idea of eating. He was hungry, his stomach ached for the nutrition but it was too much, too expensive, he would never be able to repay it.

“Of course, Master Virgil, Master Thomas is a billionaire. He wouldn’t notice the money if he cared about it at all.” Alfred replied, attempting to ease Virgil’s worries even slightly. He instantly felt protecting of the boy, he couldn’t decide if it was because he reminded him of Patton and Thomas or the fact he seemed so small, so thin.

Virgil began to eat tentatively, looking over at Alfred for reassurance until he found himself unable to resist anymore and he quickly finished the meal.

“There are spare clothes upstairs that should fit, until you and Master Thomas go shopping tomorrow. They are in your room.” Alfred replied, clearing up the table. “Is there anything else you need before I show you to your room?”

“No, you’ve done loads already” Virgil replied quietly, getting up and helping Alfred finish the dishes, after all he felt he had to do something to help after all he’d been given and Alfred seemed grateful for the help anyway.

Once the two had finished, Alfred led Virgil to the room and let him inside. Virgil felt small in the room, it was bigger than whole houses he had visited before. On one side was a desk with shelves around which was covered in books of all different types and authors, fiction and non-fiction in all different colours, Virgil wanted to go and explore the books straight away but stopped himself, unsure if he was allowed. Next to this was a wardrobe which had some clothes in it that used to be Pattons: a few pairs of trousers and a few T-shirts, which had various cartoon designs on them. On the other side of the room was a large double bed with white sheets and more pillows than Virgil had ever seen in his life.

“The room will be sorted to fit you better tomorrow, you should get some rest, I will leave you to get settled in, goodnight Master Virgil.” With that final message, Alfred left Virgil alone.

Carefully, Virgil walked over to the bed, looking around to check he was definitely alone. He sat down and it felt soft, like what he imagined a cloud would feel like it a marshmallow. He just wanted to fall into it and wrap himself in the warmth.

No. Virgil jumped up. It was too good for him, to good. If he chose to use the bed he would be punished, the one night of comfort would cause days of pain, weeks even, that’s if he wasn’t thrown out of the house immediately.

Virgil sighed, carefully walking to the middle of the room and curling up on the floor, wrapping his hoodie around himself. He shivered slightly, curling tighter into a ball and resting his head on his arms. Eventually, after a while of settling, he finally fell asleep.

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Thomas found himself walking down the hall, following a path he used to travel often to see the first child in the house. He stopped for a second in front of Patton’s old room, placing his hand on the door with a sigh before moving to the one next to it.

He knew Alfred chose that room for a reason, the butler still believed that Patton would return some day and having the kids next to each other...well the house could get lonely sometimes. Thomas wished he could have the same faith that things would work out between them but after the argument? Patton probably hated him. Thomas wished that he could find the strength to call him some day. He missed his son.

Now was not the time, after all, there was a new boy behind the door that needed his care. Thomas opened the door, looking over to the bed. He panicked slightly when he didn’t see Virgil, when he saw that the covers hadn’t even been touched. Maybe he got the wrong door? Or maybe he had run away or someone had been waiting for him? These thoughts swarmed through Thomas’s head until he looked down. There, a small pile was barely noticeable in the dark, shivering slightly and curled into a tight ball. Thomas sighed, this new kid...his second son...was going to be a challenge. He couldn’t understand the actions the boy had, refusing to eat even though he was starving, refusing the things given to him but he understood why, partly, the streets were never kind, even to children, especially in crime alley.

Gently, Thomas picked Virgil up, careful not to wake him. Virgil snuggled into Thomas slightly, making the older man smile. Thomas gently placed Virgil on the bed, tucking the boy in before sweeping Virgil’s hair to the side.

“It’s okay, V, you’re allowed here.” He spoke with fondness, despite only knowing the boy for less than a day, he felt a sense of protection over the boy “Good night, Virgil.”

Thomas walked out quietly, turning back to see Virgil snuggle deeper into the blankets, hugging a pillow like a bear. Thomas smiled, closing the door and finally going to his room to sleep, his worries satisfied.

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“Alfred, I really think Robin would help.” Thomas said with a sigh, playing with his hair slightly as he looked down at the table, “But it was Pats thing…”

Alfred passed Thomas a coffee before going back to cooking breakfast. Virgil had been in the manor for three weeks and he was as anxious as ever. Too many times, Thomas had returned to find Virgil sleeping on the floor or stealing food from the cupboard. He learnt not to let him know that he’d been spotted stealing food, it wasn’t stealing anyway, any food in the kitchen was his to eat if he wanted.

Thomas wished more than anything that he could show Virgil that.

“Maybe you could create a new identity for the young Master?” Alfred suggested, walking back over to give Thomas his breakfast.

“Thanks Alfred.” Thomas replied, beginning to eat “I’m not sure that would work, I think the legacy is something he needs, proof that he’s part of the group you know? It’s just I haven’t spoken to Pat in seen...well you know.”

“Do what you think is best, Master Thomas, you seem to have the young masters best interests at heart.”

“Yeah...Thanks Alfred.”

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“Are you sure?” Virgil spoke softly, looking wide eyed at Thomas, waiting for approval to take the Robin suit that was in Thomas’ hand.

“Yeah I’m sure, Batman needs a Robin, right?” Thomas replied, holding the suit out a little more until Virgil let it gently land in his hands “Go on, try it”

Virgil nodded, running to the nearby bathroom to change. Thomas smiled as he watched him leave, noticing the same excitement Patton showed on his first day as Robin. It was so many years ago now, yet Thomas remembered it as if it were yesterday.

“It fits.” Virgil returned quickly, playing with the edge of the costume and looking up at Thomas.

“Yeah, it suits you Virge, so what do you say? Partners?” Thomas asked, smiling softly at the young boy.

“Yeah, sounds cool.” Virgil replied, pretending not to care but even after only a few weeks, Thomas could tell how excited he was.

“Well, let's do some training then.” Thomas replied, getting up and heading towards the gym.

Virgil took the few seconds out of Thomas’ few to smile jump up and down before controlling himself once more and running after his new mentor, feeling just a little more secure in the world.

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“Are you ready to go, Robin?” Thomas asked, heading into the Batmobile. Four months had passed and Virgil was beginning to come out of his shell. Thomas had deemed him ready to finally join him on patrol.

“Yeah,” Virgil replied with a shrug, placing the final pieces of equipment in his belt and tidying up the remains of his homework and joining Thomas.

Thomas nodded, waiting for Virgil to get in before he began to drive, heading into the streets of Gotham for the night.

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“Hey, over here dipshits” Robin landed behind the two men, who turned around to Virgil, letting the young girl escape.

“A new kid huh?” One of the men spoke calmly, looking up to the rooftops.

“Robin, I told you to stay on the roof” Batman replied, landing on the other side, blocking off the men’s exit.He was slightly annoyed at Virgil of course, but at the same time, this was the most comfortable he had seen him. “And Language.”

“I’m Robin to do good aren’t I Bats?” Robin replied with a smirk “So are we going to fight these guys or what?” He asked, looking over to the men who were between the two.

“Fine,” Batman replied, smiling from under his cowl not that it was noticeable. “But if we’re doing this, you need to listen to instructions, or you could get killed. Understand Robin?”

“Yeah yeah.” Robin replied with a shrug. Both men ran towards him to fight, deciding that they had a better chance with the inexperienced boy. Batman pulled one back towards him by his clothes, taking him down within seconds. Robin began to fight the other man, managing to dodge more that hit but eventually taking him down too.

“Good job, I’ll call the commissioner.” Batman replied “Stay here, and listen this time.” He added before walking out of the alleyway.

A few minutes later, he returned and looked around “Robin?” He called before sighing and pulling up his Tracker, hoping this time that the boy had disobeyed his orders. After a moment, the tracker appeared, showing Robin to be a few blocks away, on a rooftop.

“Robin?” Batman called, landing on the roof and seeing the silhouette of Robin. “What did I…” Batman stopped, hearing the sound of gently sobbing nearby. He moved closer.

“Robin? What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting down next to him.

“I’m sorry” He began to frantically wipe away his tears, “please don’t throw me out.” He added.

Batman caught Robins hands, gently holding them “No, I won’t throw you out okay? I was just worried that’s all.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah I know, but now you don’t need to, we’re partners.”

Robin looked up and smiled slightly, seeming to think for a moment before he gently pulled Batman into a light hug. Batman responded by pulling the boy closer, playing with his hair.

After a few minutes, Robin pulled away “Can we go help more people?” He asked, looking up again and wiping his eyes one final time.

“Yes, lets go.” Batman replied with a nod, getting up and swinging onto the next building.

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“I want you to visit someone before we head back, in the city over from here.” Batman spoke as soon as Robin settled in the batmobile.

“Who?” Robin asked, yawning slightly as he looked out the window.

“Your brother, the previous Robin...we haven’t talked in, well, a while , but I have a feeling he would be even more upset with me if I didn’t let him meet his younger brother.” Batman replied, typing in directions into the car, looking over at Robin.

“Oh..” Robin replied, letting the car fall into a comfortable silence. He was deep in thought, wondering if the boy he looked up to for years would hate him, for taking what he had. An older brother? He liked the idea, after all, the bigger the family, the better in his mind but it had to mean something more than words.

Around half an hour later, the car pulled up near the sight of a blue dot on the map.

“We’re here?” Robin asked, looking at the rooftops above.

“Yes, He should be on top of that building.” Batman replied as robin began to leave the car “Oh, Robin? Tell him Alfred drove you if he asked.”

Robin nodded, swinging up onto the building next to the car.

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Nightwing was on the roof, typing on a computer, checking security Cameras and calls. Next to him lay his Batons and a cup of coffee he picked up occasionally.

“Nightwing?” A voice from behind called, they sounded young, a little nervous. He didn’t recognise the voice, which was a little strange but then there was a lot of people in the city. He had been here for over a year now, most people at least knew of him.

It wasn’t like Gotham here, it was usually sunnier for one thing, which suited him fine. It was still run down for the most part but it was getting better. The people were generally nice enough. There were less huge Villains, no Joker but the crime rate was still high, despite Nightwings best efforts.

“Hey kiddo? Need a hand?” Nightwing asked, turning around and stopping in his tracks. Alfred has kept him up to date on the new boy, even that he was going to become Robin. It stung a little, the name that was so important to him being passed on like an old toy but from what Alfred said, the boy needed it. “So you’re the new kid huh?”

“Yeah, did Agent A tell you?” Robin asked, walking slightly closer.

“Yeah! He had to tell me about my new Brother.” Nightwing quietened down slightly “It’s Virgil right?”

“Yeah, Patton isn’t it? I think I stole some of your clothes on the first night, sorry.” Virgil was a little confused at the older boys immediate description of brother, the two had hardly met but Virgil found that it made him feel a little warm inside.

“Yep you got that right kiddo! First night out?”

“Yeah, went alright, I think I’m heading back soon I think.”

“Yeah, makes sense, Agent A doesn’t like kids out long,” Patton replied, heading over to his computer and taking out a piece of paper “Take this, it’s my number, if you’re ever around again or what a chat or help with a case or any other brother stuff you know.”

Virgil took the piece of paper and gently placed it in his belt with a muttered “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome kiddo, better head back now.” He replied with a smile, rubbing the younger boys hair slightly “See you around.”

“Yeah, see you I guess.” Virgil replied, putting his hair back into some sort of order before heading back to the car.

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“Did you find him?” Batman asked as Robin entered the car again.

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool I guess.” Robin replied, yawning again and curling up against the seat. Batman smiled slightly, taking out a blanket and placing it over Robin before heading back to the Mansion.

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*Two years later*

Virgil woke up. The floor felt cold beneath him. He sat up, trying to reach for a tracker. The chains shook. He bit his lip, trying to slip his hands from the chains.

“Nuh huh huh baby bird, no escaping this one.” The voice of the Joker spoke into the empty room as the man stepped forward, a crowbar in his hand which was dripping red.

It flooded back.

It was supposed to be a normal night. It was an easy take down really, some henchmen trying to rob a jewellery store. If anything it was too easy, the henchmen gave up in seconds.

Then one of them ran. Robin has followed, quickly landing in front of the henchman with a quick self confident pun, like usual. Robin remembered being hit from behind.

It dawned on him that this was the second time he’d worked up in the room.

The first time he had tried to do the same thing. Then came the pain, hit after hit. He cried out, begged for Batman to find him, save him. He never came.

Virgil has blacked out after 20 minutes.

He looked at the Joker and gulped, trying to ignore the pain that covered his body as he shuffled as close to the wall as he could.

“Oh I wish I could of had more fun, but it seems our time is up, well, yours is anyway, goodbye!” The joker slipped into the shadows again, his laughter ringing through the room.

Virgil began to untie his hands again, looking around the room for anything to help him.

He noticed a timer on the wall, counting closer to 0 faster than he would like.

“Shit”

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Thomas was stressing out, well that was an understatement. Virgil had already been in the hands of his worst enemy for nearly four hours. Half an hour ago, he had finally found a signal, in a broken and abandoned hut just outside the city.

���I’m coming Robin…” Thomas muttered, driving up to the house. He stopped the car, running outside towards the house.

The blinding red and orange light came first, then Thomas was hiding behind his cape as he was pushed back, wood hurtling towards him. His ears were ringing as he gripped onto the fabric of his cape. He could feel the heat of his cape as his hand began to burn but he ran forward, crying out. He searched through the rubble, trying to find Virgil.

“No…” He fell to his knees, brushing the boys hair out of his face as he sobbed, pulling his son close. “I’m sorry…”

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“Tommy?” Patton spoke softly as he walked towards the older man. Both men were in black suits, Patton had a blue flower on his Jacket and his pocket contained tissues, crumpled up from use. His eyes were red but dry, empty of the usual sparkle. He was quieter too, the bounce in his step had disappeared.

Thomas didn’t turn around. He stared forward, seemingly lost in thought. He dropped the Lilies and White Roses he held onto the floor, touching the top of the gravestone.

“I’m sorry Pat...It shouldn’t have been this way…” Thomas spoke seemingly calmly, as if he was holding something in, afraid to let go.

“Why didn’t you call me? Tell me my brother…” Patton stopped, biting his lip and stepping closer. He looked at Thomas, noticing the bags under the older man's eyes and the dry rivers that ran down his face not long again, the redness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I...I don’t know...I guess I thought it would be easier coming from Alfred, we haven’t exactly talked…”

“Seems stupid huh? One little argument..”

“Yeah, I guess it does. I’m glad you’re here though, I think he would of wanted you here. He really looked up to you…”

Thomas looked over at Patton, wiping his eyes slightly again.

Patton chuckled “Yeah he seemed that way when we met, did he tell you what happened?”

“Yeah...I was the one who took him, not Alfred. I thought you hated me Pat, but I guess I couldn’t deny you two the chance to be brothers, at least a little.”

“I never hated you, not really, but I thought you would call when you were ready. You never did though.”

“I should of, long ago.”

Patton nodded, stepping closer once more and pulling Thomas into a hug. Thomas held Patton close, promising himself that he wouldn’t lose another son.

Patton looked over at the gravestone once more before burying himself in Thomas’s shoulder.

Virgil Todd-Sanders

A hero, A son, A brother.

19/12/99 - 15/07/14