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All Was Golden in the Sky (15/27)

Magic is dying.

Emma knows it. She can feel it, the emptiness rattling around in her, like it’s trying to make sure she disappears as well. What she doesn’t know is what to do about it, because, suddenly, there is a man in Storybrooke claiming she’s the Savior and a seeress certain a prophecy promises the same and the last thing she expects is for her minimal amount of lingering power to pull her away.

To New York City.

And another oddly familiar man with blue eyes and a smile that sinks under her skin and makes magic bloom in the air around her. Things are about to get interesting.

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Rating: Mature AN: This is the pinnacle of all my kiss-related writing. SHOVES ROMANCE AT YOU. As always, thanks for reading any of the words I am definitely shoving at the internet. @resident-of-storybrooke @distant-rose @bmbbcs4evr are lovely.

|| Also on Ao3 if that’s your jam ||

The world stops.

It does. Emma is certain. It stops and gives her a moment and, for that, she’ll be endlessly thankful becuase she is not altogether sure how she manages to stay upright when she turns around. There’s still a bit of sun on her neck, but she swears it’s softer now, as if that’s something UV rays are capable of doing, like it’s just nudging at her or making her aware of the quiet warmth lingering in the very center of everything and the few leaves under her right foot crunch slightly under her toes.

Oh shit, she’s still barefoot.

That’s absurd.

Her hair brushes the curve of her shoulder, a soft burst of wind that’s probably magical somehow and Emma knows her eyes don’t widen. That’s also absurd. Her eyes should widen and her breath should rush out of her in a giant, emotional huff, but both of those seem impossible when it feels as if her heart is bursting.

That, she imagines, takes biological precedent.

He looks the same. And not. There’s a lightness to him that Emma can’t remember seeing in years, an ease to the set of his shoulders and even the ridiculous length of his hair, curling slightly behind an ear that has an actual earring dangling from it, is more...Gods, she can’t come up with the words for it.

He looks at her.

And looks.

And it’s easy and something almost tender and several thousand other adjectives that are positive and wonderful and absolutely impossible. Because there are still those pesky double negatives and her mind is racing, running marathons and sprints until Emma is certain her lungs are actually burning. She doesn’t blink.

Can’t. Won’t. Refuses to chance the possibility that this isn’t as real as it feels.

Because he keeps looking. Staring, even, wearing the clothes she’d seen him in last – a leather jacket that’s shorter than it ever was in Misthaven, but is impossibly familiar here, slightly dingy because he had to come from somewhere and Emma refuses to even think that there’s anything except perfectly intact fabric in the back. The buttons of his shirt aren’t done all the way, the chain around his neck obvious even when Emma’s gaze refuses to land on anything specific and she imagines the belt around his waist is really more for decorative purposes than anything.

It’s the same. And not. Again.

Because there’s the earring and more than a few rings on his right hand, things she’s never seen before and--she might gasp. There’s a hook at the end of his left arm, the limb twisted slightly at his side, like he’s a little nervous of her reaction to that, not his sudden appearance in an inexplicable graveyard and--

Blue. Bright blue.

One side of his mouth tugs up, when Emma exhales, far too shaky to be even remotely romantic, but her eyes are still the right size and it’s getting more and more difficult to see him. She assumes that has something to do with the tears clouding her vision.

“Killian?” Emma breathes, hating that it’s a question, but she’s got to be sure and this has to be real and she can’t understand how there is enough oxygen in her lungs to exhale as dramatically as she does.

Her whole body moves with the force of it, a heave of her chest and shift of her shoulders. The tears resolutely refuse to fall though, and she’s not sure if that’s a victory or just putting off the inevitable, but it takes approximately half a second for her to realize it absolutely, positively does not matter.

At all.

She shakes her head, a dismissal of any thought that isn’t explicitly positive and hopeful and then her feet are moving.

Quickly. Suddenly.

And so is he. Killian takes a step towards her – part of Emma’s brain quick to notice that his left arm is still at his side, but his right hand reaches out, fluttering fingers like he can’t quite wait to touch her and she’s never seen that expression before.

On anyone, let alone directed at her

He stares at her like she can’t possibly be real. She understands the sentiment.

So, she runs, outstretched arms that tremble a bit because every inch of her feels impossibly heavy and inexplicably light and Emma isn’t altogether surprised when she stumbles towards him. It’s just kind of...well, magical, she supposes.

The feel of it moves through her as easily as anything, rushing from the humidity-prone strands of hair to toes that are far too dirty. Emma’s stunned she hasn’t burst into the physical embodiment of True Love and she wonders who she’ll have to thank for that later on, but, as it is, she’s more than content for the moment she gets because she can tell the exact moment it’s real.

She crashes into Killian’s chest, hands falling on his shoulders and gripping a perfectly intact jacket. His fingers wrap around her back, pulling her even closer and he flinches. He does. She knows, eventually, he will deny it, but he flinches and stutters and she hears his breath catch.

Emma knows why.

He can feel her magic.

Still.

Or always.

Or whatever.

And that’s all it takes.

There’s another half a second, a flitting gaze and sense of longing that’s far deeper than the last four days have allowed, but then it’s gone and he’s there and Emma’s fingers fly into Killian’s hair. It’s easier to kiss him that way.

She has to press up on her toes, ignoring the stab of a rock under her right foot and, eventually, Emma is going to have to figure out how oxygen works. It can’t possibly be obeying the rules of modern science currently. She tries to breathe Killian in, pressing her nose into his cheek and every inch of him is so, impossibly warm.

Impossible, impossible, impossible...perfect.

She can’t stop moving her hands.

They trace over the tops of his shoulders and the back of his neck, carding through strands of hair that the boy she knew once would have balked at. It’s so long. It’s--impossible, impossible, impossible, real. Emma tilts her head, trying to deepen the kiss or occupy the same space as him and that works a rather wonderful sound of Killian, a low groan and slight growl and his left arm wraps around her waist.

She leans into it, arching her back until her hips cant against his. It gets her a slightly different version of the sound and the feel of his hook pressing through the shirt she’s got on, his right hand practically digging its way into her shoulder blades.

His palm flattens against her back, the ends of her hair brushing over his fingers and Emma is loathe to realize she can’t actually tighten her arms anymore.

She tries anyway.

And for as grateful as she was at the world for giving her a chance to understand what was happening before, she’s even more thankful now – because it feels a bit like the world is spinning too quickly, settling back onto an axis that Emma was certain had all but disappeared. She can’t catch her breath, lungs pinched and calves aching and it’s the most comfortable she’s ever been in her entire life.

She has no idea how long they stay there. She genuinely does not care. Because it could be the rest of their lives and it still wouldn’t be enough, searching lips and searing mouths and that goddamn tongue thing.

They break apart. They fall back together. Again and again and again. Emma lets her forehead rest on Killian’s, trying, and failing to catch her breath, but oxygen is still doing that thing and as soon as she thinks it’s over it’s not.

He tilts his head, catching her mouth once more and it’s not what it was. It’s softer and slower, measured movements and most of her weight resting on his chest. It seems her knees are not all that interested in participating in the moment anymore.

Emma’s fingers move out of Killian’s hair – another noise and that’s good, it’s good, but the world is shifting again and her mind is starting to catch up with what’s just happened and she needs, needs, needs --

“Oh,” she mutters, another breathless word and her knuckles crack when her fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket. He’s still got his arms wrapped around her. “Wh--oh shit, this is not--” Killian laughs, a soft sound and warm breath that lands mostly on Emma’s nose because his forehead is still resting against hers and they’re rocking again.

Maybe his knees have given up too.

Understandable.

“How are you here?” Emma asks, not sure she wants the answer. She needs it to be real. “This is--Gods.” He laughs again. She doesn’t appreciate it, but the tears are finally starting to fall and Emma is genuinely impressed she’s managed to keep them contained for so long.

“I--” Killian lets out another sound, not quite a laugh. It’s far too unsteady to be a laugh, might be a little disbelieving even and Emma’s amazed to realize how quickly she’s understanding all of this. He didn’t expect to be here either.

That would explain the look.

“How?” she presses. Her fingers are going to get stuck like this.

“That woman.” “What?” “Swan, love you’ve got--” They dissolve into kisses again, soft presses and a quick nip of his teeth on her lower lip, tugging lightly until Emma makes...some kind of noise. It’s not particularly dignified, but her fingers are still stiff and whatever the sound is, it makes Killian’s eyes flash. So, whatever. “That woman,” he repeats. “The one in the field. The not-witch, witch. She was--we were right, love.” Emma shakes her head slowly, brows pulled low and there’s a scar on his cheek that she’s very curious about. That wasn’t there at home. Gods, she wants to know every single thing that’s happened to him.

She’s never going to let go of his jacket.

That’s only kind of possessive.

“How?” “She wasn’t human,” Killian answers. “She’s--it was Persephone.” “What?” Killian nods, fingers finding their way back into her hair and Emma knows, reasonably, they are not exuding heat. He doesn’t have magic anymore, can’t possibly be pulsing with some kind of power, but it doesn’t seem to matter. She’s positive she can feel how alive he is, the warmth of that hanging in the air around them and--”Aye,” he grins. “She--she must have sent me back, said I deserved it and--”

Emma doesn’t really let him finish. It’s also a little possessive, but, by her admittedly shaky count, they haven’t kissed in something like ten seconds now and that’s unacceptable. They nearly fall over, kisses peppered to his cheek and the side of his mouth, Emma’s hands pulling his face closer so she can move across as much skin as possible.

His smile brands itself on her memory.

And possibly her soul, but that seems a little melodramatic even when the apparent Underworld is involved.

“I don’t--” Emma mumbles, leaning back and that rock is becoming a bit of an issue. Her feet fall back on the ground, a soft thump that’s difficult to hear over that sound.

Oh, it’s her.

She’s laughing too.

Huh.

That’s unexpected. And wonderful. She does it again, the noise bubbling out of her with ease and something decidedly magical, a quick shake of her head that turns into an even bigger smile and slightly aching face muscles. They’re out of practice.

Also melodramatic.

“I mean,” Emma continues, Killian’s hand moving again. The metal of his hook finds its way under the hem of her shirt, cool metal on seemingly scalding and far-too-emotional skin and--"What? I just...what?”

She seriously cannot stop kissing him. She starts again, more butterfly kisses to the curve of his jaw and cheekbones that she genuinely found offensive when she was a teenager, leaning into the metal pressed against her back only to blink and hope.

He’s still there.

Staring at her. Like she’s the goddamn sun.

“Persephone,” Killian says again, a note of pleased indulgence in his voice. “You know--mistress of the Underworld, definitely that woman we met in the field.” Emma blinks.

He laughs. It’s...every adjective she can think of. It’s loud and joyful and directed straight at her, because of her, which is just--well, it’s only a little overwhelming, but that’s been the theme of the last few days and her hands have minds of their own.

The scruff on his jaw scratches at her palms when she rests them on either side of his face again, a sudden brush of his lips over the back of her wrist.

“Gods, I can feel that,” Killian whispers, sounding like he’s almost talking to himself and the wonder in those words will be Emma’s excuse for anything she does after that. “She really wasn’t lying, Swan. She does enjoy a good love story and, oh--” He twists his eyebrows, all confident familiarity and certainty and alive. “We are the very best.”

“But I--” “--No, no, don’t do that,” Killian cuts in quickly. “You did what you had to and I--she sent me back, love. Where I belonged.” Emma blinks again. It’s a silly reaction, but she has to keep double checking and it takes a few moments for that very specific sentence to process. “Belonged?” she echoes, Killian’s smile as wide as she’s ever seen it.

“True love, Swan. The whole thing. It’s--she told us how destroy the darkness and you did. It just...took us some time to get it right.” Emma scoffs, but the smile only gets more pronounced and she genuinely cannot cope with the color of his eyes. She’s going to choke him if she holds onto his jacket any tighter. “And I was--well, it took a few days for her to find me.” “What?” “You’re repeating yourself, darling.” “Oh my God.”

Killian laughs again – free and easy and he doesn’t look any older than the last time she really saw him. There are still crinkles by his eyes when he smiles, dimples that Emma used to think about for weeks when he’d be gone and she wonders if he can bring this jacket back with him to Misthaven.

Gods, they get to go back to Misthaven.

Together.

“I was--” Killian starts, the smile wavering for a moment. “It’s an interesting place, the Underworld. Different sections and far too many people, quite chaotic honestly. It’s a wonder they get anything done. And I was there for,” he shrugs, “I don’t know--” “--Four days,” Emma supplies.

“What?” “Look who’s repeating who now.”

“Four days?” Emma nods, a bit of tension in the movement. “Yeah, it was--” They will, eventually, finish their sentences, she’s sure. As it is, there are tears on her cheeks and a thumb brushing away the tears, smile turning soft and understanding and-- “Gods, I missed you,” Killian says, and Emma doesn’t think he’s talking about the Underworld. “More than--” He takes a quivering breath, his own gaze turning a little glossy when his teeth find his lower lip and the hand that’s pressed against Emma’s cheek stays exactly where it is. She’s glad. For several thousand things, but especially that.

“I knew,” Emma whispers. “I knew, even when I didn’t know.” “That's a contradiction, love.”

“The most difficult man in all the realms. Far too confident in his own sense of humor.” Killian hums, dropping his head against hers again. “Aye, but it does usually end with you laughing and I do rather adore that sound. Are you not wearing shoes?” “I kind of...ran here?” “Did you just?” “Ok, you don’t get to brag about that,” Emma grumbles, more tears and maybe after she figures out how oxygen works she’ll look up how many muscles are in the, average human face. She assumes Belle will know.

He twists his eyebrows again, arches that defy gravity and the tip of his tongue presses into the corner of his mouth. Just like Emma imagined.

It’s nice to not have to do that anymore.

“Where was I in the story?” “Doing a God awful job of telling it in chronological order.” Killian nods, another round of kissing and rocking and Emma can’t possibly keep arching her back this way. She’s going to keep trying. “Of course, of course, love,” he chuckles. “Right, well, it’s fairly simple. I am---is enthralled a good word?” “Depends on the context, I suppose.” “By you, consistently.” “Oh.” It’s a rather lackluster response, but Emma can only be expected to deal with so much in such a short period of time and the tongue thing is really the last straw. Metaphorically. In a way where the last straw is actually the best thing in the world and Killian’s eyes widen slightly when he notices the ring that’s fallen over the front of her shirt.

He opens his mouth, the questions sitting on the tip of his tongue almost audible even before he actually voices him, but Emma answers before he gets the chance.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I’ve been trying to find it for days, ever since we got back and--oh fuck, do you think that was God-ordained too? I...it wasn’t here before, but it must have--” “--I’ve got a theory about that.” “That so?” Killian makes a ridiculous noise, and Emma isn’t sure how either one of them is still standing anymore. Sheer force of will, probably. “Aye, I think...well, I remembered when I touched the sword, right? Magic is like that sometimes. Conduits that could help spark memories or remember moments and, well, at the risk of sounding incredibly self important…” “You think I had to give up my ring so I wouldn’t remember you? As part of a curse I didn’t want to cast?” “All magic comes with a price, love.” “That is absolute bullshit.”

“Yes, it is,” Killian agrees. “And incidentally I do very much appreciate the phrase my ring.” “Isn’t it?” “With my whole heart, love.”

Emma exhales. “That didn’t really make much sense either, you know.” “Par for the course, don’t you think?” She doesn’t exhale that time. She giggles instead, more sounds she doesn’t have much control over, but her whole being sparks at Killian’s phrasing, the mix of old and new and hers and not and every single time coming together in a mess of limbs and lips and clichés from the Land Without Magic.

“You can’t laugh at that, love,” he murmurs, but his own voice shakes slightly as well and they really need to get out of this graveyard. He needs to get better at telling a coherent story. “I was in this realm just as long as you were, it only serves that I’d pick up some of the colloquialisms.” “Good word.” “Ah, it’s the librarian in me, I’d assume.” “I liked that.” “I am incredibly aware of that and plan to bring it up as often as possible.”

“Yeah?” “Indefinitely, Swan.”

That’s another exhale – giving in to the hope that’s been festering in the pit of her stomach since she heard the sound of her own name and that’s a terrible word for it, but Emma’s been so bad at that for so long and he came back. To her.

Every single time.

“You were in the Underworld,” she whispers, Killian trailing his mouth against the jut of her jaw and just under her ear and he hadn’t done that before. At least not in this realm. But another realm. And another life. And--” “Oh that’s it,” he sighs, warm breath against her skin and Emma can’t feel the goosebumps, but she knows they’re there. “When I was trying to get here, to find you, that’s...it wasn’t good, but sometimes I’d be able to remember that. That sound. Like you were the one stunned that I--as if being in love with you was some kind of--” “--The best?” Emma finishes.

“I’m not sure if that makes sense at the end of that particular sentence, love.” “Are you going to criticize my sentence structure, Lieutenant?” His whole expression changes. His eyes widen and his breath rushes out of him, a spark in his gaze that makes Emma’s magic positively roar. “Sometimes I’d catch you, love,” Killian continues, “staring. As if you couldn’t believe what you were looking at and it--it changed everything. From the very start. It made it all make sense and worth something and I couldn’t...when I’d do something, when I’d give in or want to give up I’d...I’d remember that sound, the way your teeth catch your lip and that little pinch between your brows.”

“Hmmm?” “Oh aye, it happens every time. You pull your brows down and there’s this little pinch in between them. When we were younger, before the pirates and the prophecy and all of it, I--I used to imagine that I’d be able to smooth it out, settle in between everything and--” He flashes her a grin, the tips of his ears going slightly pink and Emma does, in fact, bite her lower lip. “It would bring me back,” Killian adds, “Every single time.”

She’s crying again. She might not have ever stopped.

It’s going to take so long to get the dirt from between her toes.

“And I thought of that when I was the Underworld. The feel of you and the sound and your feet are always freezing.” Emma lets out a watery laugh, pulling her lips back so she resists the urge to add her own sentimental thoughts. “There were people everywhere. Good people and bad people and--what happened to Rumplestilskin?” “Killian!”

“That’s a reasonable question.” “I don’t care,” Emma shouts, and whatever expression he makes is wholly unfair. “Four days! I--it was Persephone? The whole time?” He nods, cheek brushing against a palm Emma didn’t realize she’d moved back to his face. “Said it was understandable people thought she was a witch, but that she wanted to help. It was an overstep, but she’d--well, she’d just gotten back to this plane and--” “--Holy shit.” “You are a picture of eloquence, princess.”

“I’m not wearing any shoes, so I can’t kick you.” “Kick, kiss, all the same thing, aye?” Emma rolls her eyes, but she’s also being impossibly charmed by the whole thing and he totally knows it. He’s counting on it. “How?” she asks softly, leaning back against his hook and his hand and his fingers are warm when they brush against her waist.

“The Underworld seems to be a lot of waiting,” Killian explains. “A massive...it’s not really a beach, but it’s--well, maybe that was just me. I woke up and there was sand under my shoes and salt in my nose and boats everywhere.” “And what did they do?” “Took you.” “To?” “That’s the question isn’t it,” he mutters, twisting his hand into hers like he’s trying to ground himself. Or remind himself. Emma does her best to smile encouragingly. “You sit and you wait and then someone says to get on a specific boat and it ferries you on. I never got on the boat. I waited. Impatiently, but, uh...I kept thinking of you, love. And that sometimes, even when we were cursed--” “--I knew,” Emma finishes, and maybe they’re both horrible at storytelling. “I...the whole time I was in Storybrooke. Some of the memories leaked through. Things that happened in George’s castle, just..kind of altered and I--I could remember you.” The last few words aren’t more than a whisper and a breath, some more hope of the festering variety. “I remembered being on the docks and no one else came and I--you promised it would be alright.”

There are tears on his cheeks.

“Just took us awhile to get to that point,” Killian says. “She said that’s why she showed up in the first place. She’s not, well, Persephone isn’t a seeress, but she may know a few and I think...she asked me didn’t she?” “About?” “If I was willing to do what I had to in order to protect you.” Emma’s jaw drops. “Are you fucking kidding me? That meant dying? Is that a joke?” “I don’t believe so, no.” She can’t come up with enough curses to curse as loudly as she wants. And that’s not the romance Emma is hoping to linger in for, at least, the next four days, but she’s tired of fate and preordained and she wants to sleep.

For, at least, the next four days.

“I kept waiting,” Killian continues, clearly sensing Emma’s frustration and the small burst of magic moving through every one of her veins. “Sat on that beach and hoped I’d done enough to redeem myself and if I had, that I wouldn’t forget you and then...suddenly there were footsteps and she offered me her hand. I don’t know where we walked, but it wasn’t...it wasn’t where I’d been. It was easier to breathe, calmer, almost, like we’d stepped away from the chaos and the noise and she thanked me for what we’d done.” Emma narrows her eyes. Killian kisses the pinch between her brows. “We’d done, Swan,” he repeats. “It was always us, huh?” “That’s sentimental,” Emma accuses, but there’s not enough in her voice to make it sound like anything except happiness and longing and how much she’d missed him right back.

“Aye, I imagine you’ll have to deal with that from now on, actually.” “A hardship.” He hums and she can feel his smile when he drags his mouth against the side of her neck, pieces of hair brushing against her jaw and cheek. His hand reaches up to wrap around her ring. “Anyway,” Killian says, “Persephone seemed to believe that we’d done the world a rather important service and she was very quick to tell me that her husband--” “--Are we actually talking about Hades here?” “Absolutely.” “Right, right,” Emma nods. “Ok, well--yeah, ok, then.”

Killian laughs, the feel of it moving under her skin. In a way that isn’t gross. But great. And better than that. Ordained by several Gods. “He was apparently rather interested in our rather pointed opinions regarding Zeus.” “What?” Emma balks, and she’s got to come up with another word. She’s got to sit down.

“Oh yes, a bit starved for compliments is Hades. And decidedly overworked. He appreciated that we weren’t worshiping at the altar of Zeus--” “--When would we have had the time to worship anything?” “Swan.” She laughs. Giggles. Makes a number of increasingly ridiculous sounds. If only so Killian’s eyes will widen slightly and his mouth will quirk up “You were the one who wanted to hear the story, love,” Killian points out. “I think we left a rather lasting impression on a number of mythical beings and, uh--well, Persephone and I kept walking and it got so bright. Like we were walking onto the sun.” “That probably would have been painful.”

He scoffs, but it’s still as indulgent as ever and his hand has moved back to skin, tracing patterns and taking care to touch as much of her as possible. “Am I allowed to make fun of your own attempts at humor?” “That’s scientific fact.” “You’re making it difficult to tell the story.”

“By your leave, Lieutenant.” He kisses her. And, really, at this point, that isn’t surprising, but Emma was far too confident in her entirely out of place jokes and the force with which Killian’s mouth lands on her is enough to alter the entire atmosphere of the Earth.

She assumes.

Emma sighs into his mouth, half a groan and an entire acquiesce and her eyes flutter shut as soon as his tongue brushes across her lips. She opens against him, not nearly enough friction, but she’s already barefoot and there’s got to be some kind of limit on the number of absurdities two people with True Love and a variety of supportive Gods can deal with.

“I could almost hear you,” Killian says, not bothering to pull away and that’s probably for the best because Emma isn’t sure what she’d do if he did. “When we kept walking. I--did you go to the dock? Here, I mean?”

Emma doesn’t open her eyes. “That’s all I’ve done.” “Oh, Swan.” “No, no, that’s not--ok, well, it’s exactly that, but I...I thought--” “It’s ok, love.” “It’s not,” Emma argues, hating that she’s doing anything remotely resembling that. “It wasn’t ok. I shouldn’t have--” Her breath hitches and her sniffle sounds impossibly loud, mouth going dry when she tries to swallow back the force of her own feelings. “I shouldn’t have done it,” she whispers. “Before. I--I’m so happy you’re here.” And it’s not enough. Not by a long short. Or a landslide. Or any idiom she could possibly come up with. It probably won’t ever be.

But the mistress of the Underworld, presumably, brought Killian back to her and Emma can’t argue. No matter how selfish it may be.

She wants it. Desperately. For the rest of...forever.

And then some.

“I don’t care,” she whispers. “I don’t care how you’re here or who sent you. I’m just glad you’re here.”

She pulls herself against him, tear-stained cheek pressed into the curve of his neck. Her hands move around him, a sure grip that can’t possibly be comfortable, but Killian doesn’t protest. He holds her.

Tightly.

Emma’s dimly aware that she lifts her head, not entirely in control of her own movements, but she’s fairly confident she’s still trying to kiss his jaw and just under his eye, feeling the moisture on his skin and she can barely hear him mumbling against her. She doesn’t pick up most of the words, but they seem to settle into her consciousness anyway, quiet promises and guarantees, wholly romantic and incredibly sentimental and--

“You’re really here,” Killian breathes, a hint of disbelief that makes Emma’s whole body ache. “Gods, I’m so happy you’re alright.”

She tightens her hold, chin undoubtedly digging into his shoulder. He doesn’t complain. He moves closer, somehow finding a few inches that they hadn’t been occupying and Emma doesn’t try to kiss him again.

And, in the grand scheme, it’s almost ironic.

But, in the moment, it makes more sense than anything. She can’t bring herself to move again, can’t imagine a scenario where peeling herself away from the arms wrapped around her middle would be anything except the single most ridiculous thing she could possibly do, so Emma, simply, stands there, letting the moment cover both of them with a hint of sunlight and a bit of magic and he came back.

Killian doesn’t let go.

And she assumes time passes, as time is usually apt to do, but neither one of them make a move to let go of the other. They stand and Emma’s feet continue to dig into the dirt, the feel of her ring pressing into her chest an almost pleasant pain.

“If I don’t sit down I may fall over.”

Emma’s laugh flies out of her, body shaking in Killian’s arms and she knows she can’t actually feels his smile, but it’s there. She’s positive. He kisses her temple. “I can---” “No, no,” he mutters quickly, tugging her back towards a tree and he hardly blinks at her undoubtedly incredulous expression. “Just a few minutes, love,” Killian says. He’s already bending his knees, left arm held out invitingly and Emma doesn’t really think.

There’s not much of a choice, anyway.

“I’m sure there’s a catastrophe to deal with,” Killian continues, Emma curling into his side and he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat as soon as her arm moves across his stomach. He doesn’t object to the dirt on his jeans when she slings her legs over his as well. “But,” he adds, “I’m going to be selfish for just a bit longer.” “The rest of the monarchy is taking care of it anyway.” “Ah, but you’re the only monarch I’m interested, Swan.”

“Flatterer.” Killian nods. “Well you’re rather easy inspiration, huh?” “Your jeans are ridiculous.” “Excuse me?” She hadn’t meant to say those words, but Emma’s drifting dangerously close to exhaustion and something that she’s only a little concerned is absolute joy, so the words seem to just tumble out of her and she’s not the greatest at compliments. “Your jeans,” Emma repeats, clicking her tongue when Killian’s chest shakes under her head. “Seriously. Where did you find jeans that were so tight?” “Are you not appreciative of my wardrobe in this realm?” “Ok, well, that’s the most ridiculous sentence--” “--That’s the most ridiculous sentence?” Killian challenges.

“Seriously have you seen your jeans? They’re so distracting.” “I think you just admitted to being distracted by my pants. That’s a compliment, you know.”

“Weird.” “Aye, super weird.” Emma buries her face in his collarbone, kissing exactly where her lips land because some things are different and some are the same, but there’s just enough skin above a row of unbuttoned buttons that she can feel the way he shivers slightly at her touch. Her magic jumps. And twists.

And does several cartwheels.

“I love you,” she whispers, more sentiment and unplanned words that she probably should have led with.

Killian stills. She can feel the hook on her back again. “I love you, Swan.”

They must fall asleep. Emma doesn’t remember closing her eyes, but she assumes it was inevitable, a comfort that seems to drape itself over her, like a blanket and a memory and a few more minutes of decidedly selfish behavior, but then there are words pressed against her hair and the flutter of wings a few inches away from her nose.

“What the--” Emma grumbles, blinking awake as Killian tries to move them back up. Her muscles are twisted, pins and needles in her legs and only one arm that seems to have twisted its way under Killian’s back and she’s not sure whose joints crack more. “Ah, shit, that’s not encouraging is it?” “Not exactly sprightly, are we?” “Ok, that was definitely your back.” “Ah, but you fell asleep first, Swan, so, all things considered--” He doesn’t finish. The bird hanging in the air in front of them snaps its beak instead, an obvious sense of impatience and frustration. “Oh, damn,” Emma sighs, understanding what’s going on. “God, do you think David can control the birds now too?” “What?” “Ah, we didn’t get to that part, did we?” Killian widens his eyes, waving his hand at the bird when it starts making more noise. Emma grimaces. “It’s a very long story,” she says, “but it wasn't Regina. The curse, I mean. Basically David and Mary Margaret share a heart and--” “--What?!” The bird sounds like it’s yelping or trying to talk and Emma rolls her whole head. “Ok, ok, ok,” she says quickly. “We heard you You can tell whichever one of them sent you that I’ll--I lost track of time and I’ll be at Granny’s in a couple of minutes, ok?” There’s no response. Emma can’t speak to birds. And Killian is still staring at her, something between incredulous and adoring and it makes her whole self threaten to combust, lips pressed together and a fluttering of her magic.

“That’s still very distracting, you know,” he mutters. Emma scrunches her nose. “Good?” “I think I heard something about the best before. What did the bloody bird want? He have a name that he wanted to share?” “I think he was annoyed it took us so long to realize he was here. And, uh--well, David and Mary Margaret staged some kind of intervention today because I’ve been--” Emma huffs, hating the tears that sting her vision again. Killian smiles.

“I’m not going anywhere, love.” Her magic makes the leaves above them shake. “Promise?”

“There’s no getting rid of me now.”

They don’t have time for more kisses, but...Emma does not care. He doesn’t seem to either. “I was supposed to meet them at Granny’s because Regina was going to intimidate Isaac into agreeing to write us home. David said if I wasn’t there by seven he would do something drastic.”

“And that was the attack by birds?” “Just one bird.”

Killian scoffs, but he’s still smiling when he stands up and Emma’s fingers lace through his as soon as he offers her his hand. “Let’s go, love.”

They don’t rush. They probably should – quicker steps and a less leisurely path, but Emma’s legs resolutely refuse to give into the demands of her neurons or however her brain works and she’s far too interested in watching every single thing that happens to Killian’s face while they walk up Main Street.

He’s been in this realm as long as she has, so Emma knows he’s not entirely unacquainted with the way of things, but his eyes keep widening and his brows keep jumping and she’d be willing to bet a variety of things that he doesn’t realize his thumb continues to trace the same pattern on the back of her wrist with every one of those slow, measured steps they take.

“You’re staring, love,” he mumbles, less than a block away from Granny’s and Emma doesn’t have to look up to hear the smile in his voice. Also because she is, in fact, staring.

“Oh shut up.” “Eloquent.” “I’m serious.” “I know you are,” Killian says, and Emma is very close to objecting to him letting go of her hand, but then his arm finds its way around her shoulders and her cheek is pressed against leather and she’s already trying to come up with several plausible excuses for them blowing off this entire meeting.

That proves almost impossible, however, when there are people waiting for them outside of Granny’s.

“Emma, seriously where the hell have you been? David is--” Will starts, jumping up out of the chair and whatever look lands on his face would probably be funny in any other situation. It’s still almost kind of funny in this situation. Emma assumes that’s because she’s exhausted.

Will’s shoulders drop, air rushing out of him in a huff of disbelief and he kind of looks like a fish. A fact Killian is very quick to point out.

“You look ridiculous.” Will makes an even more strangled noise. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “What are you doing here?” “You died, asshole!” Killian hums, brushing his lips over Emma’s hair and she doesn’t want to bet about that, but she’s fairly certain he’s doing it to remember he isn’t, in fact, dead. Will sighs, running a hand over his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Am I hallucinating this?” he demands. “Because that’s honestly garbage if I am.” “You have a lot of daydreams about me, Scarlet?” Killian quips, the soft shake of his chest making Emma’s lips quirk up despite the obvious emotion on Will’s face.

And the chair flying towards them.

Will has thrown a patio chair at them.

Granny will be pissed.

“Oh my God,” Emma mumbles, waving her free hand so they’re not inadvertently injured. The chair freezes in mid-air, dropping back onto the ground with a soft thump and matching sounds of impressed from both of the men in front of her.

“That was good, Swan,” Killian says, ignoring Will’s growl of frustration and she knew it was only a matter of time. The door to the diner swings open, footsteps that are far faster than anything they’d managed on their walk from the graveyard and Ruby’s holy fuck sounds incredibly loud.

“No way,” she adds, rushing down the steps with Belle half an inch behind her and Emma is not entirely ready for what happens next.

Belle punches Killian. Hard. If the rather loud grunt of pain he lets out is any indication.

“Are you kidding me?” she screeches, limbs flailing and it takes a moment for Will to corral both of her arms. “Is this some magic garbage?” “You and Scarlet need to expand your vocabulary,” Killian mutters. “He called it garbage too.” “That’s love, dick,” Will growls, and Emma may laugh. Mary Margaret does, at least. She’s also crying though. And Regina’s jaw is never going to recover.

She’s got a fireball in her hand.

“Aye, that’s kind of the crux of all of this, isn’t it?” Killian asks, a retreat back to normal that isn’t quite that anymore and Belle tries to kick him again.

“Regina were you going to fireball us?” Emma asks pointedly. “I thought we decided there wasn’t an imminent threat.” “There’s not,” Regina says, but it doesn’t sound altogether honest and Emma widens her eyes in unspoken question. “I mean--just...that magic was…” “True Love’ish?” Killian asks.

Belle makes a noise in the back of her throat. Mary Margaret sniffles. “Emma,” Belle snaps. “Can we throw a chair again?” “I mean, I’d really rather you didn’t.” Belle sighs, any sense of anger gone as quickly as it arrived. There are definitely tears in her eyes. “True Love, huh?” “Persephone was involved, even.” “Oh shit, was there actually a dog?” “Incredibly misunderstood,” Killian murmurs, and Emma can hear that smile as well. He kisses her hair again.

And that happens quickly too – both Belle and Will moving suddenly and immediately, a mess of limbs and words, tight grips and emotional noises and Emma sees the box change hands, tugging her lips behind her teeth when Killian’s jaw clenches.

“Ok, wait, wait, so Killian’s not dead?” David asks, several people making several different sounds at that and Ruby muttering something under her breath that sounds a hell of a lot like obviously. “And that--” “--That means we’ve got more than enough magic to get back,” Regina finishes.

“Wait, what?” Emma snaps.

“Did you miss the True Love part of your True Love?” “Alright,” Killian warns, but Regina does not look the least bit threatened and Emma has no idea where they’ve been keeping Isaac. She’s been very bad at actively participating in...life.

She hopes no one mentions that to Killian. Mary Margaret might, honestly.

“Is there a plan here, your majesty?” Killian continues, Regina’s lips twitching at the title that isn’t quite an endearment. “Or are you just going to do your best to continue to intimidate us with your magic show?” David lets out a low whistle, whatever blooming in the center of Emma’s chest feeling a bit like misplaced pride. And magic. Killian can’t seem to stop kissing her hair.

“Oh, I have not missed that at all,” Regina says, but she can’t seem to actually get any venom in her voice. “Do you still have magic or--” Killian shakes his head slowly, the feeling dissipating from Emma’s chest almost immediately. “Huh,” Regina muses. “That’s interesting. But there’s still True Love. Well, something about a gift horse, I’m sure.” “What the hell does that mean?” Ruby asks. She’s rocking back and forth, like she’s not sure where she’s supposed to stand, but her eyes keep darting towards Emma, more silent questions and hopeful glances.

Emma nods. “Good, even.” Mary Margaret may actually jump at that.

“Did she tell you she was a total and complete disaster?” Ruby mutters, half a smile and Regina groaning in the background because this is not going according to plan and the tips of Killian’s ears are red again.

Another head shake.

And Emma’s not entirely surprised it was actually Ruby to say something.

“We didn’t get that far, really.” “Right, right,” Ruby nods. “Makes sense. Good to know all that déjà vu we were feeling didn’t mean we were actually insane, huh?” “Something like that, for sure.” “You going to keep talking like a modern man of the world, pirate, or you think it’ll just kind of...revert back eventually?” “Swan, make a quip about Lady Lucas’ humor as well,” Killian says, drawing a wide grin out of Ruby and Mary Margaret is sitting on the steps now, brushing away tears with her head resting against the side of David’s leg.

Regina keeps rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re both hysterical,” Emma says. “Regina, will it work? Can we get home?” There’s a soft murmur of something at Emma’s use of that particular word, Killian’s breath noticeably hitching and fluttering the sides of her hair. Emma resists the urge to tug on her ring. “Aw, that’s nice, Em,” Ruby breathes, perched on the arm of the chair Will had collapsed back into at some point.

Emma ignores her. “Regina, is it possible? This Isaac guy isn’t going to be a dick?” “Oh, he’s absolutely going to be a dick,” Regina guarantees. “But that’s easily remedied.” “Let’s not have this heart conversation again,” David grumbles. “He’s still got Mary Margaret’s blood. We’ve got the spark of magic and all that True Love and--you know, we’re glad you’re not dead, Killian. Emma was seriously a mess.” “I’m also very glad I’m not dead,” Killian says, pointedly brushing over the mess and Emma will have to thank him for that eventually.

Maybe later.

She’s not sure where they’ll go later.

She’s started hoping again. It is, actually, kind of nice.

“Isaac still has my blood,” Mary Margaret says, a rehash that probably isn’t necessary but is helpful after the day they’ve all had. “Because, well--I cast the curse, so…” She shrugs, a repentant smile directed Killian’s direction. His fingers tighten around Emma’s shoulder. “Anyway,” she continues, “as far as Regina has been able to get out of him, he’s more than willing to write us back to Misthaven as long as--” “--As long as?” “We don’t immediately kill him when we get back,” Regina finishes.

Killian’s already shaking his head. So is David. And Emma almost expected both of those reactions. “No,” Killian says sharply. “I’m not guaranteeing the cretin anything except maybe a few prolonged hours to beg for forgiveness.” “I mean, I hate to say he’s got a point, but…” David adds, Ruby and Will both humming in agreement. That second one is a bit more surprising.

They may have to talk about that later too.

“It’d be an interesting power to have,” Regina muses, dropping next to Mary Margaret and they’re going to run out of space on the steps. Emma’s legs are starting to wobble again.

Killian notices. Figures. It’s probably her magic. Or, like...True Love. Gods, they really need to get off Granny’s front lawn. “Just keep breathing, love,” he whispers, twisting her slightly so most of her weight is resting on his side, arms wrapped around his middle and her fingers drifting towards the curve of metal at the end of his arm.

He tenses at that.

“Pot and kettle or whatever,” she mutters.

“Are we only going to talk in clichés now?” Ruby asks, and there’s probably a wolf explanation for her hearing. And the shape of her eyebrows. "Or is that a you guys thing?” “Probably True Love, huh?” Will chuckles.

Killian clicks his teeth. “You really drove up here?” “Is that surprising? Also your--God, girlfriend is kind of a lame title all things considered isn’t it?” “I don’t mind girlfriend,” Emma promises. Killian exhales softly, any hint of lingering tension disappearing as soon as her fingers find their way around the hook. The metal is cool in her grip, solid and not exactly soft, but smooth and there’s probably several pointed metaphors and equally sentimental clichés there, but she’s mostly just determined to hold onto him and that’s enough for now.

Will grins. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see about that. But, uh...yeah, we drove up here and Emma seems very intent on gifting me with most of the Misthaven royal treasury.” Regina appears to choke on air.

“Ok, that’s not what I said at all,” Emma argues. Will winks at her. “That’s what I heard. We can discuss specifics tomorrow, right?” “Is that the plan?” “We’d like it to be,” Regina says, voice going almost understanding and it’s only a little weird to see her chin resting on her knees. “I know you’ve been thinking about this and--well, we didn’t want to rush you, but now the pirate is--” “--Bloody hell,” Killian grumbles. Emma kisses exactly where her lips land. On top of his jacket.

“Don’t you want to go home?”

Emma considers those words in that very specific order, how the sentence fits into her and settles next to the magic in her veins, twisting around the fingers that are still clutching Killian’s hook like he’s going to disappear if she doesn’t dislocate all her knuckles. She nods. “Yeah,” Emma says. “I--I would. Thanks for waiting.” Regina smiles. “Tomorrow. We’ll talk to Isaac, come up with--” “--Game plan,” Ruby shouts. “That’s a good cliché, right? Thoughts, Jones?” “Top tier clichés, Lady Lucas.” Ruby preens. Honestly. And Mary Margaret is still crying, but there’s a distinct note of happiness in every sniffle, head leaning back against David’s knees now with Regina resting against her side and Belle, somehow, balanced on Will’s left thigh. It’s nice. It’s good. It’s decidedly hopeful and--

“You want to go home?” Emma asks, tilting her head up if only to see what Killian’s mouth does at that and she’s not disappointed. It quirks, gaze drifting somewhere close to loving and he nods, exactly, once.

“If we don’t see you by two in the afternoon, we’ll send a whole flock of birds,” David calls at them, but they’re already walking back towards Main Street, Emma’s middle finger stuck in the air. And they move a little quicker that time, surer footfalls and hands laced together and Emma’s door is still unlocked.

She stares at it. Her back doesn’t slam into it, there’s no searing kisses or hands roaming under clothes. There’s just stiff knees and butterflies in her stomach that are wholly misplaced because this is them and collective pronouns and--

Killian twists the handle.

“Your highness,” he murmurs, swinging the door open with half a smirk and one perfectly arched eyebrow. Emma exhales. It almost sounds like a laugh.

“It’s really a mess,” she warns, but he’s already shaking his head, stepping over the threshold with practiced ease. Like he should have been doing that from the start.

“You have blankets?” Emma nods. “And presumably you?” “Me?” “As in you--” Killian swallows, nerves settling on his face and maybe they’re a collective mess. Despite the reunion. And the kisses. And she needs to apologize. For everything she did and didn’t do and her hand finds its way back to his cheek like there are magnets involved. Or, like, True Love, whatever. “As in you’re not planning on going anywhere.”

Emma’s heart explodes. It’s almost nice. “No,” she shakes her head. “Not going anywhere. I...the bedroom is around that corner. Do you want food or something? I feel like I should hydrate you.” “Are you worried about my hydration, love?” “It’s not at the top of my list, but…” Killian laughs softly, lips ghosting over the crown of her head. “I’m alright, Swan. But I’ll admit quick naps in a graveyard aren’t exactly resting.”

“I’ve been sleeping like absolute shit.” “You and me both.” She lets out a shaky noise, tongue darting between her lips because she’s started breathing through her mouth again. “I’m gonna--” Emma nods back towards the hallway and the bathroom and Killian hums in understanding.

“Go, love.” She wavers, chewing on her tongue with more nerves and fears she knows are obvious on her face. “It’s fine, Emma,” Killian promises. “I can drink some water if that’ll make you feel better.” “It might, honestly.” “Consider it done.” He squeezes her side, another smile that’s more like a smirk and a bit like flirting and Emma’s head isn’t quite spinning anymore, but the water she splashes on her face feels cold enough that she briefly wonders if she’s got any control over anything at all.

She exhales slowly, resolutely refusing to look at her reflection in the mirror. And she’s never actually bothered to close the bathroom door. That’s probably important. Particularly when it comes to the clothes thing and that’s not really a thing, but she can’t remember when she did laundry last and she’s just kind of been collapsing on her bed. She can’t sleep in jeans.

She can hear her mattress creak behind her.

“C’mon, Swan,” Emma mumbles, mostly to herself and her mind starts at that because that’s important too and maybe they should make a list of all the things they still have to talk about.

Post sleep.

For sure.

She’s got to take her jeans off.

Emma hates how her fingers tremble when she moves them, drops of water falling from the ends of her fingers, and it takes a few tries to undo the button. And the zipper. She tugs and yanks, uses her feet for some ridiculous reason, but then the fabric is pooled at her ankles and the shirt she’s got on barely makes it past her hips.

She takes a deep breath, only to let it out almost immediately, lungs not entirely impressed by either of those things and her eyes, finally, flit to the mirror in front of her. She looks like her. And not. There’s still a bit of red in her eyes, exhaustion and emotion in equal measure, with slight bags just above cheekbones that look almost too pronounced and more than a few strands of hair falling out of a ponytail holder that’s been stretched beyond repair.

It’s alarming and expected, another contradiction that makes perfect sense. Emma’s feet are starting to get cold.

She nods once, meeting her own gaze and the hope that flutters between her fingers practically sings. So does her magic. The bed creaks again.

And she spins before she loses her nerve, turning on her heels and walking back into the bedroom and the whole thing was obviously ridiculous because he looks just as nervous as she feels. Emma smiles.

Killian’s eyebrows jump.

“Oh,” he breathes, shoulders moving with the force of his exhale. Maybe she should have taken her jeans off earlier. That probably would have scandalized their friends. “This is real, right?” Emma nods slowly, heart hammering so hard against her chest she’s worried it will leave a bruise. That’s got a negative connotation. That’s not what this is. “Yeah,” she mutters. “I hope so, at least.” “I never imagined the lack of pants, so I’ve got to believe this is better than a dream.” “Was that a line?” “I’m far too distracted by your legs to come up with something like that right now.”

Emma laughs – a little watery and absolutely shaky, but the sound is almost warm and her magic is still doing something and Killian’s taken the hook off. He’s already under the blankets. “You start sleeping with your shirt on, then?” Emma asks, pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to keep walking forward.

And mention them as if there is a them and a past and, most importantly, a future.

With a shared bed.

She wonders where that box went.

Killian’s lips quirk. “I wasn’t--” “--I mean, mine was admittedly kind of a line,” Emma admits, wholly selfish because she does it entirely for the reaction. His smile stretches across his whole face.

He moves very quickly. And efficiently. The shirt lands...somewhere, she’s not entirely sure, can’t be bothered when there are so many other clothes everywhere, crawling next to him and curling against his side as soon as his arm lifts.

Emma closes her eyes, letting the feel of him feel, finally trusting herself to believe it’s real and he’s not going anywhere and neither one of them speak for a moment. So, naturally, she breaks the silence. “I’m--” she starts, frustrated by the lump in the back of her throat, “I’m so sorry, Killian.” He doesn’t respond immediately, just slumps further down the small pile of ragged pillows, and Emma’s worried she’s messed up again, but she can hear his heart quicken slightly and the kiss that lands on her forehead is as searing as anything that’s happened all day.

“I know, love,” he says. “But--uh, we’ll...tomorrow, aye?” “Yeah?” “Yeah. And I’m sure we’re ruining all the clichés already, what with the distinct lack of ravishing tonight, but--” “--We’ve got time, right?” Emma asks, an unfair question when it’s infused with so much hope and want and them. Collectively. Killian brushes away the tears that land on her cheeks.

“More than we’ll know what to do with.” Emma’s pulse settles, an even rhythm that finally feels human and consistent and the deep breath she takes is the most fulfilling thing she’s had happen in ages. She kisses just above his heart. “Ok,” she whispers, waving her hand to turn the lights off and neither one of them wake up once all night.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #cs fic #all was golden in the sky #that stupid witch fic #honestly if you're reading all these words you're a champ #there's like 2000 words of just straight up kissing in this

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hii :)

can i request obey me dateables blowjob headcanons?

Of course dear! TYSM for your support and your ask! I didn't know if you wanted the brothers, dateables, or all, so, for now, I'll just do the brothers. Please let me know if you'd like the others as well!

Blowjob Reactions from the Obey Me Bros!

Lucifer:

Lucifer, as expected, gets incredibly cocky when receiving oral from his beloved MC

If you have enough hair, expect a full handful to be grabbed

If it's a "Stress Relief" BJ, Lucifer won't be nearly as demanding

The demon was stressed, after all, and you, as his partner, wanted to relax him

With a little bit of Gawk Gawk 9000

With these types of BJ's, Lucifer is pretty loving

Whispered praises to you

Gentle caresses of your face

Soft, loving moans and a grateful look after he finishes

ON THE OTHER HAND

If you misbehave and give him a BJ?

OOOOO Bitchhhh

Will control your head and fuck your mouth

Will cum down your throat

Lucifer would also be incredibly mean and keep his mouth sealed

No pretty moans for you

Just stern looks and maybe some light face slapping

Mammon:

This boy

When I tell you he is SO SWEET

Mams never wants to ask you for a BJ, unless he's in a super dominant mood

Which happens more than some think

However, if you are so kind as to take his cock into your mouth without him asking

Expect a few things

First, Mammon's moans will grow loud enough that you may have to gag him

He is a switch, Afterall, he won't mind

Besides, you don't want his brothers to interrupt, right?

Second, Mams will not be able to control his hips

There will be quite a few half-assed, moaned out apologies for thrusting his hips up and accidentally making you choke on that beast he calls a penis

Loves eye contact while you're sucking him off

Like, it makes it so much more intimate for Mammon, which makes it wayyy better for the greedy demon

Where he cums depends on his mood

If it's Dom Mammon we're dealing with, He'll cum all over your face before making you lick up every last drop

If it's just soft, MC loving Mammon, he'll ask permission to cum in your mouth

Let him, you monster

Levi:

Levi is GOING to be a nervous wreck when you first give him the good ole' suck

It's going to take him a while to build the confidence to look you in the eye after too

After a while though...

That's when Dom Levi comes out

Listen

Much like his elder brother, Levi is a switch

He tends to lean more sub, however, something about receiving a BJ just... brings out the mean in him once he's comfy

I am a believer in two dick Levi

The second dick appears with his demon form

So, if you wanna be a champ and take both, well, you gotta beg for it honestly

Levi loves making his Henry get on their knees for him

Loves it, even more, when they blush and squirm at his dirty words

Thank Diavolo for smutty manga's

Levi will degrade you

Call you filthy for getting so excited just from sucking him off

He doesn't mean it, though

And he fully expects you to also call him a dirty slut while he returns the favor

WILL smack your face with his cock(s)

WILL yank your hair hard enough to make it hurt slightly

WILL cum down your throat with a loud, throaty groan

May even wrap his tail around your throat... If you beg

Satan

Angee boy

Not angee with you

After all, he loves to listen as you read to him

So, why risk damaging your throat?

One of Satan's favorite things is when you cockwarm him with your mouth as he reads

Keep him warm, hard and ready

If you're a good kitten and wait till he's done with his chapter, he'll reward you

Satan's rewards consist mainly of gentle petting of your hair while he fucks up into your mouth

Words of praise spoken in infernal

He does NOT care if any of his brothers walk into the library

They all know better than to interrupt Satan's favorite relaxation time with complaints

Levi tried to get you off of Satan once...

He ended up being thrown across the room

No one really says anything anymore

Satan will ONLY cum in your mouth

It's such a mess if he cums elsewhere, don't you think, MC

Of course, he returns the favor after as well

For much longer

Satan loves overstim, and you've been so good for him, MC

Asmo:

Horny

Always

Two words that accurately describe Asmo

HOWEVER

Asmo most prefers to be sucked off in two scenarios

One: In public where you two could be seen

Bitch lovessss the risk that comes with you sucking him off in public

It always gets him riled up

To the point where there aren't a lot of places you HAVEN'T sucked him off

His ultimate goal in Diavolo's throne

Two: When he's subbing for you

Asmo has many moods, but he mostly asks for blowjobs while he's being a good, compliant sub, not when he's being bratty

He wants to feel good, and he will beg if you want him too

You're his master, MC, make him feel small, smack his cock and insult him

He loves it

He's good at orgasm control too

If you don't want him to cum yet, he won't

He's a good boy, promise!

Moans shamelessly loud

LOVES it when you tie him up and gag him before you suck his cock

He's convinced you to let him cum on your face

And he will

Every time

Might even clean up his own mess

Beel:

Soft baby doesn't prefer receiving

Beel is a giver

And smelling your arousal gets him hungry for a taste

So, he probably won't let you suck him off until he cums

He prefers doing that inside you

Just enough to satiate your hunger

He knows how it feels to be hungry after all

It sucks

He doesn't want you to feel that

So Baby lets you suck him until he feels his hunger take over

Really the only time you're going to be able to suck him dry is if he's asleep

His dreams will go from food to you real quick

Might wake up as he cums, might not

Either way, he's going to wake up absolutely starving for a taste of his favorite meal

Don't be a meanie MC, give it to him

If you suggest 69, to satisfy you both, Beel will be down in a heartbeat

Then you both get full!

Even then, he doesn't like to cum in your mouth

Beel cums in HUGE amounts, and seeing you struggle to take all of his cum makes him worry you'll choke

Most likely to stop you and cum on your chest or thighs

Belphie:

Belphie is so tired all the time

And this little shit

LOVES to fall asleep with his cock in your mouth

He'll cum when he wakes up

For now, take a nap MC

What do you mean you can't sleep like that?

Fine, stay awake then

This man is a BRAT

Doesn't matter if he's dom or sub, top or bottom, he's going to be mean and bratty

On the rare chance this ass stays awake

He will grip your hair like he gripped your neck depends on it

Sometimes he'll move your head

Other times he just likes to hold onto you

He does love you, even though he's so mean about it

Also loves watching you struggle to take Beel's massive cock in your mouth

It makes him smile

Similar to Levi, he likes to wrap his tail around your throat

NEVER to choke you though, he doesn't trust himself with that anymore

Simply to claim you

Tails have scent glands, and, if the dazed look in your eyes and leftover cum on your face doesn't get the message to his brothers

The scent of him so heavily on your neck will

#obey me smut #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me swd

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moririki · 3 years

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⤷ BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

SAWAMURA EIJUN X READER -> 1.8K a story of how you ended up dating the rambunctious southpaw

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> eijun being cute, kuramochi being unable to function around women MORI'S THOUGHTS -> i only just developed a crush on his guy despite watching the whole first season already honestly what took me so long lmao, sorry that this one's kinda short i didn't have much time to write for it cos i was preparing for my final exams (i am done and dusted now tho and i feel like a champ cos i now have a super long summer of doing nothing that i get to look forward to)

-> ok so we all know that this absolute fool can't pay attention in class to save his life

-> he's so cocky lmaoo

-> but then he just goes ahead and falls asleep in class

-> you're no perfect student, but even you weren't on his level

-> you did, however, have the honour of sharing a desk with him

-> and that meant trying to avoid letting his drool stains smudge the notes that you were making

-> you were surprised too, but if it were literally any other guy you would have found him disgusting and immediately try to switch desk partners

-> but in spite of his stupidity and cockiness, you found sawamura charming

-> he often bragged to you about his position on the baseball team loud enough for the rest of the class to hear and you only half-listened as you tried to take some notes or anything to help you pass this class

-> but you still expressed an interest in what he had to say, albeit a small one, in what he did and that was good enough for him

-> besides, he wasn't all that bad

-> the two of you were sat fairly close to the back, so you wouldn't get caught when he brought in snacks for the two of you to share

-> and when he brought in your favourite snack one day, the rest was history

-> the two of you were now desk buddies

-> you enjoyed finding out more about the loud southpaw when neither of you wanted to pay attention to the lesson

-> you were pleasantly surprised when you found out that eijun (he wanted you to call him eijun now) liked reading shoujo manga

-> it took a bit of willpower to not squeal with him over the protagonists and love interests

-> you had many in-depth discussions about love triangles and theories for what would happen in the next volume

-> these discussions sometimes turned into heated debates that would have both of you being put in detention together

-> you still debated passionately even then

-> all in all, he was a very interesting person to talk to

-> he also liked to listen to you!

-> your hobbies, your interests, what you ate last night, whatever (he wouldn't admit that he just liked listening to your voice, especially when you got more enthusiastic and started waving your arms for emphasis)

-> soon enough, you found yourself actually looking forward to lessons

-> even if they were about calculus

-> and so this little routine that the two of you had became one that you integrated into your life without even realising

-> the sharing of snacks, notes, and hell, even new manga volumes, became almost second nature

-> you'd grown attached to your desk buddy

-> one day, he was absent from lessons, and you realised just how boring it was without him

-> it appeared that he had missed you too when he was back in school, as he whined about how dull lying in bed was when he could have been discussing the latest events in your favourite shared manga (the protagonist and love interest had just run home together in the rain, and she had been invited to stay at his house to dry off and warm up)

-> you felt your heart soar at his words, particularly the ones where he said that he missed you

-> and that's when you knew

-> you probably had for a while now, at least subconsciously

-> but there was no denying that you had feelings for him

-> you weren't really sure on how to go about dealing with them

-> you had no idea how you were supposed to tell him considering that you'd only gotten to know him for a few months

-> but you hoped that the occasional moments that you had shared with him went both ways

-> you didn't really change how you acted around him

-> maybe you blushed a little easier with this newfound revelation of yours, but other than that it was still the same idle chatter between you two

-> but then, a few weeks later, you begin picking up on a slight red tinge of his own when the two of you talked

-> any lingering or brushing accidental touches had the two of you grow scarlet with a quick mumbled apology on either end

-> it took a small pep talk and a few late nights of planning to figure out how to confess

-> "eijun, i've been thinking....."

-> "our time spent together has made me realise..."

-> "... you're really, really, cute!"

-> "please go out with me!"

-> you frowned at yourself in the mirror as you rehearsed, still scrambling to find the right words

-> man, feelings were hard

-> all of the melodramatic shoujo declarations of feelings were really looking inspiring right now

-> but you didn't have conveniently timed storms or flowers that magically appeared when you smiled

-> you'll just have to do this the old fashioned way

-> you texted eijun, asking if he would be free after school tomorrow to go to a cafe because you had to tell him something

-> he texted back rather quickly, agreeing and asking if anything was wrong

-> you felt yourself smile at his concern, but assured him that it wasn't anything bad

-> lessons went back to being an obstacle between you and the end of the day, regardless of eijun's presence

-> you were both dreading and couldn't wait until the final bell rang

-> when it finally came around, eijun grinned at you

-> "ready to go?" you only nodded in response as the two of you headed to the place that you had suggested

-> some part of the way there, eijun had insisted that he carry your bag for you

-> your objections were rather futile

-> it was only a five minute walk, he had pointed out

-> he really was sweet

-> the two of you got there, ordering your respective drinks

-> normally, you went here to focus on some schoolwork, but not today

-> you kept trying to gather the confidence to tell him, only to hesitate

-> it really was frustrating

-> much to your chagrin, you felt like you never had the right opportunity to spring how you felt on him

-> in fact, it was when he was walking you back to your dorm room (once again, he's a gentleman) that you actually decided that there was nothing to lose and that you should go for it

-> now or never, right?

-> "um, eijun?" you stopped walking, tugging on his sleeve to get him to do the same

-> he did easily, looking at you in confusion

-> "y/n/n? you ok?" you hesitated, looking down at your feet slightly

-> nope, no backing out

-> "i, uh, i like you," you blurted out

-> "i like you too, y/n/n," the boy beamed at you

-> he then took your hand in his, which was new but you weren't complaining

-> you could feel his rough but warm palm as the cool evening air brushed against you, and it was comforting. but you still had to confess

-> "no, eijun. i like you. and i was hoping that maybe we could go on a date." your voice trailed off by the end of your sentence, and eijun cocked his head to the side in confusion

-> "didn't we just go on a date?"

-> "what?"

-> the boy blushed, still holding on to your hand

-> you felt yourself begin to smile, even laughing as eijun began to stammer out how he thought that the two of you had been dating for a few weeks already

-> but there was no harm done, since you felt the same way

-> it was definitely something to laugh about with him later down the line

-> to sum your dynamic up, it would be loud idiot x loud non-idiot

-> though he didn't exactly try to keep it secret, the baseball team still hadn't met you

-> despite sawamura's boasting and his insistence that you were real and did in fact go to seido, kuramochi was still refusing to believe that you existed

-> so to see your uncharacteristically grumpy boyfriend stood outside your dorm one night was a surprise

-> he took your hand, almost stomping back to his dorm with you in tow

-> he threw open the door, yelling into it

-> "see, kuramochi! she is real!"

-> you stifled your giggle at his words, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze instead

-> the green-haired guy, the alleged kuramochi, stared at you in what could only be described as amazement for a good five seconds

-> "is he paying you?" the boy finally managed to splutter out

-> you couldn't prevent your snicker, and eijun was about to yell at the second-year again but stopped when he saw the way you were shaking slightly as you giggled

-> he smiled softly to himself instead, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him

-> "i'm his girlfriend." you smiled sweetly at eijun's roommate, who still looked shocked

-> and after kuramochi, it was only a natural course when it came to getting to know the rest of the team

-> they approached you in many different ways, ranging from a simple "hello" from haruichi to a scary-looking third year with a beard beckoning two more to come and get a look at you while you walked past them in a hallway one day

-> but they all liked you a lot more than sawamura

-> and you liked them, despite the fact that isashiki had scared you shitless when you first saw him

-> so it was natural for you to go to his games!

-> you made sure to cheer for him loudly, and when sawamura was pitching he would always make sure to find your face, even blowing you a kiss much to the annoyance of his teammates

-> the boy just wanted to show everyone that he had an amazing girlfriend

-> off the pitch, the two of you are so affectionate with each other

-> eijun's like a puppy

-> he just gets so happy to see you and touch you, and kuramochi has walked in to see the two of you cuddling in eijun's dorm way more times than he would ever want to

-> cuddling with eijun is a delight

-> he's warm and likes to hold you as you both talk or do something

-> it wasn't rare for both of you to be lying while facing the same way, both reading the same manga as eijun had his chin rested on your shoulder

-> it's couple's bonding, ok

-> advantages of having a hopeless romantic as a boyfriend? he is more than glad to be as cliched with you as possible

-> sheltering you from the rain? check

-> study dates where the two of you were sprawled together on a bed and accidentally ended up making out rather than making notes? check

-> eijun is a surprisingly attentive boyfriend

-> on days where he's particularly busy with baseball after school and doesn't get to see you, he would either try to give you a little note during school with a messily doodled heart on it, or he'd send you a string of texts as the two of you talked about anything

-> all in all, 10/10 relationship he can be a little stupid at times but your brain cells make up for that and you are the annoyingly cute couple that everyone sees around school and loves to hate

-> you make him so happy and he makes you so happy very precious

take a look at the menu - ,, ⚾️ ·˚ ༘ ꒱

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tothemeadow · 4 years

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Hi!! I just saw your requests were open and I wanted to ask for a nsfw scenario with Mui? But like with a dom!fem!reader please, hehe. I honestly can't be submissive to save my life (it makes me extremely uncomfortable and is a big turn off)so I'd really appreciate it if you could write for me! There's so little content for dom readers tbh- I'd understand if you're uncomfortable with the topic though!! 1/2

Aw, thank you! And I totally get what you mean - femdoms are 😤👌

It is my personal quest to bring more dominant reader action into this thirsty world.

‘make me’ / Tokito M. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, sugar mama/baby, Mommy kink, sex toys, blowjobs, pegging

words: 2,545

(a/n): you bet your goddamn ass Muichiro is 18+ in this

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

Your eyebrows twitch. Tonguing the inside of your cheek, you mentally count to ten. It’s best not to rip into him just yet. All you asked was that he come inside, maybe spend some quality time with you. It’s not too much to ask, is it? There’s nothing wrong with wanting that, is there?

But no, clearly there is.

Perching his designer sunglasses on top of his head, Muichiro gives you a onceover. Long, inky strands frame his face; the hairs are pushed back behind his ears, revealing expensive looking hoops. Everything about his appearance screams haughty bitch - his tanned skin, his perfectly manicured nails, the name brand swim trunks wrapped around his skinny legs. It’s funny, though, since he wouldn’t even look this way if it weren’t for you.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, you know?

Pouty lips purse around a bright red lollipop as he pulls it out of his mouth. Both his lips and tongue are stained a fruity red, the color a stark difference against his crystalline eyes. Even as he blinks, you can see specks of a fine, shimmery eyeshadow. As much as you’re annoyed with him, you can never deny how absolutely stunning he is.

“You’re frowning,” he points out. “You’ll give yourself crow’s feet if you keep doing that, Mommy.”

Oh, yes. The delights of being a sugar mama. Too bad your sugar baby is a spoiled brat.

Promptly planting yourself on his lounge chair, you yank the magazine from his grasp and toss it onto the table next to him. Muichiro cocks a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Don’t be backtalking me, sweetie.”

“I am not,” Muichiro says, his tone almost bordering a whine.

“Oh? Then I’m only pretending that you’re acting this way? You know I don’t like it when you treat me like that.”

Muichiro puffs his cheeks indignantly. Even while pouting, he looks like a model. It’s both utterly ridiculous and amusing at once. “I’m not doing anything wrong. You’re just overreacting.”

Overreacting? Oh, now that’s rich.

You click your tongue. “Watch your tone.”

Scrunching his eyebrows, Muichiro sticks the lollipop in his mouth and shakes his head. “Uh-uh.”

“Muichiro,” you warn.

“Make me.”

You suck in a sharp breath. That’s enough of this bratty attitude. Reaching forward, your fingers wrap around the stick of his lollipop, yanking the candy away. Muichiro cries out in alarm, an offended expression contorting his features. You chuck it onto the magazine, careful enough not to hit the table. If Muichiro complains about you ruining his reading material, sobeit.

“Listen to me, you little brat,” you spit, your hand clamping around his face and squishing his cheeks. “Don’t make me bend you over my knee.”

Muichiro’s eyes widen. You can see the gears turning in his head; thick lashes flutter enticingly, brush his sun kissed cheeks. You realize right away that he’s mocking you. Cocking his head back, you leer over him.

“Muichiro,” you start in a low, low voice, “you better get your ass inside before I tie you up and edge you.” Loosening your hold on his face, you retract your hand and stand up. Muichiro hastily scrambles to follow suit, a sly smirk growing on his face. Little brat – he’s enjoying this.

The rational part of your mind tells you to cease all motions and not give into his little scheme. However, the darker, more animalistic side tells you to comply and have him thinking over what he’s done. You choose the latter.

Muichiro plops himself on your bed the second he enters the bedroom. The bed itself is large, expensive; satiny sheets and thick blankets cover the bed, the color an elegant cream. You’ve always appreciated how nicely the tone of Muichiro’s skin contrasts compared to it. Muichiro’s movements are practically giddy as he shucks his trunks off and places his sunglasses on your nightstand. A quick glance over tells you that he’s already half hard. He openly smirks as he catches you staring.

“Come on, Mommy,” he singsongs, perching himself on all fours and crawling to the edge of the bed. Tossing his long hair over his shoulder, he flashes you a sultry look. “I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

You don’t even bother holding back a scoff. Look at him, acting like he owns the damn place. Like he’s in charge of the relationship. Crossing your arms, you force yourself to keep on an annoyed expression. It’s a load of bullshit, though, since you can feel dampness collecting in your panties. Kneeling at the edge of the mattress, you look down at Muichiro.

From this angle, you can see the delicate slope of his back, the swell of his perky ass. The brat is built like a goddamn pornstar and he knows it. Cupping his chin, you tilt his head up. “You think everything has to go your way, huh?”

Muichiro wiggles his ass. “Isn’t that the whole point?”

You tongue the inside of your cheek. If he’s going to be continuously mouthy like this, there’s only one thing left to do. Pulling yourself away, you ignore Muichiro’s impatient huff and head for the closet. Like the entirety of your home, it’s large and full of expensive items; however, as wealthy as you may be, most of them are Muichiro’s belongings. Dropping low at a set of shelves, you pull out a black box, your fingernails drumming against the thick plastic. Muichiro’s probably expecting a pair of handcuffs, maybe even a gag.

But you’ve got something better in mind.

At this point, Muichiro’s openly whining with impatience. As you quickly disrobe, the distinct sound of skin sliding skin, the slight breathiness of Muichiro’s moans. Your chest pangs with irritation; you don’t know what’s going on in that perverted head of his, but you’ve finally had enough. Securing the harness around your hips and thighs, you grab onto your weapon of choice and storm back into the bedroom.

Like you thought, Muichiro’s flat on his back, his neck craned over the edge of the bed, his fingers frantically pulling and twisting at his cock. Your mouth dries at the sight, a lump forming in your throat. Muichiro looks absolutely breathtaking like this, his body sprawled and long hair flowing.

“Mommy,” he sighs, almost dreamily.

“Fuck,” you grunt. Quickly making your way over to the bed, your pussy clenches around nothing as his breath hitches in his throat. “Get on your hands and knees,” you bark.

With a feeble nod, Muichiro does as he’s told, probably too horny and eager to get fucked to give any mouth. You almost laugh, because is he really being serious right now? Obviously, he thinks with his dick more than his head, it seems. Pressing his face into the mattress, he raises himself on his knees, his ass reaching towards the ceiling. Between the split of his legs, you can see his cock hanging heavily, precum swelling from the slit.

“Impatient little brat,” you growl, clambering onto the bed behind him. “You just had to start touching yourself, didn’t you?”

“It’s not like you were doing anything,” Muichiro snips. A squeak bursts from his lips when your hand sharply connects with his asscheek.

“Bad boy,” you say, a deep scowl digging into your cheeks. You ignore his cries as you spank him again, again, and again. His ass is turning an apple red from the force of your spankings, the outline of your hand becoming more and more evident.

Muichiro takes it like a champ, though, his back arching and thighs twitching. The head of his cock drags against the thick duvet; it elicits such a sinful noise from him, the edges blurred with a heavy breath. Slender fingers clutch at the material, yank on it with a grip that turns his knuckles white.

“You should apologize for your mouth.” Delivering one final smack against his pert ass, you sit back on your haunches and turn to the object you placed on the bed. The dildo you picked is jet black in color, a perfect mix of length and girth. This oughtta shut Muichiro up. After attaching it to the harness, you flick your fingers against the reddened skin of his ass. “Face me.”

With shaky movements, Muichiro raises himself to his knees and turns around. His eyes instantly latch onto the thing between your thighs; his Adam’s apple bobs as he thickly swallows. Cupping a hand around the back of his neck, you guide him forward, bending him over until he’s eyelevel with your cock.

“Since you run your mouth so much, I figured you might as well put it to use.”

Muichiro’s eyes dart upwards.

You cock an unamused eyebrow at him. “Well? What are you waiting for? You’re starving to get fucked, right? Where’s that confidence from earlier? Doesn’t my little slut wanna be fucked into the bed?” Taking your cock into your hand, you tap the head against his flushed cheek. “Suck.”

Petal lips wrap around the head, the hint of a tongue peeking out. You watch as Muichiro flicks his tongue over the head in tiny strokes. You scoff. The hand on the back of his neck pulls him further in; your cock shoves its way deeper into his mouth, making Muichiro yelp in surprise. Keeping your hand there, you let him set his own pace.

Slurping noises quickly fill the room as he frantically sucks on your cock. He urges it down his throat, his pretty pink lips wrapped so sinfully around its girth. His eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, his thick lashes fluttering sultrily. Saliva bubbles at the corners of his mouth, spill down his chin. Frantically bobbing his head, his tongue laps at the underside of your cock, frantic, desperate. His hips shift subtly and suddenly he’s moaning around your cock; your eyes narrow into icy slits.

“Dirty little cockslut,” you sneer. “You’re getting off by sucking a fucking toy? You’re that desperate to have something down your throat, aren’t you? Go ahead – choke yourself.”

Gripping onto the back of his head, you buck your hips forward, driving your cock down his throat. Muichiro gags around it, his eyelids falling shut. The air hisses as he sharply inhales; he complains weakly, the sound nothing more than a pathetic whimper.

“You want me to fuck you with this, don’t you? Be a good little slut and cover it up in spit. You’re already so messy, so it should be easy for you, huh? Filthy boy.”

Muichiro moans loudly; as though encouraged by your degrading words, more spittle rolls down his chin, glistens on the surface of your cock. His hips move erratically, the drag of his cock against the duvet making his cries louder and higher in tone.

“Uh-uh-uh,” you tsk. You rip his mouth off of your cock, an obscene string of spit clinging to his bottom lip and the head of your cock. It snaps as you pull him away, a fucked-out expression playing on his features. “You wanna get fucked?” Muichiro eagerly nods his head. Picking up the bottle of lube laying to the side, you look at him expectantly. “Then you know what to do.”

Trembling fingers grab the bottle from your hand. You watch on as Muichiro pours the fluid over his digits, a slight hitch in his breath at how cold it feels. Reaching behind himself, he teases his quivering hole with the pads of his fingertips. Steadily, he works himself open, adding one finger at a time. Biting his lip, he rocks back onto his fingers, the squelch of the lube seemingly echoing in the room. Paired with his heavy pants, he sounds absolutely filthy.

Settling your back against the headboard, you beckon him forward with a ‘come hither’ motion. Muichiro hiccups on a soft sob as he pulls his fingers out of him; quickly scrambling to sit on your lap, he practically jumps on top you in his desperation. He’s too quick to lower himself on your cock, a keen ripping itself out of his throat at the stretch.

“Do- do something already,” he hisses, his eyelids fluttering. “Stop making me do all the work, Mommy!”

“Ungrateful slut,” you growl. Gripping onto his hips, you roll your hips into him, the head of your cock inching into him even further. “You’re still going to be a brat? Do I have to press your face down into the bed and fuck you silent?” At that, Muichiro moans loud.

Yanking him down, you control the pace, guiding his hips and angling your own so you’re hitting his prostate dead on with each stroke of your cock. He whimpers and mewls in pleasure, his head craning back and exposing the column of his neck. Swooping in, you nip at the flesh, scratch your teeth over the pounding vein. You’re all too aware of the slick between your thighs, how it’s ruining the blankets beneath you, but you don’t fucking care. Not when Muichiro’s whining like a bitch in heat.

His cock bobs with each thrust, slaps back against his stomach. Precum oozes from the tip, smears over both of yours skin. He’s just dying to be touched, to have your hand jerk him off, to have your lips wrap around the aching flesh. Quickly snatching his wrists, you force him to wrap his arms around your neck. Tiny gasps spill from his lips as you mouth at the underside of his jaw. Your hands drift over his chest; you pull and twist are his hardened nipples, relish in his pathetic mewls.

“Mommy, Mommy,” he chants, his tongue lolling out and more drool dripping from his chin. “Touch me.” He keens as you sink your teeth into his neck.

“You’ve been such a brat,” you coo. “If you want to cum, it’s going to be like this.”

Tears prick the corners of his crystalline eyes. “I-I can’t,” he stammers. “Please, Mommy-“

Readjusting yourself, you slam your hips into him, the head of your cock slamming into his prostate even harder. His fingernails scratch your shoulders as his entire body seizes up; throwing his head back, he chokes on a cry as he orgasms, hot ropes of white shooting out and painting your stomachs. You fuck him through his orgasm, milk him for everything that he’s got.

The corners of your mouth pull into a smug smile as he finally looks to you, his face a bright and sweaty mess. The inky strands of his hair stick to his skin. He looks so wrecked, so thoroughly ruined – and fuck it’s so hot. Bringing him forward, you lick your way into his mouth. His tongue languidly slides against yours, barely putting up a fight. He moans into your mouth as you run your fingers over his sensitive cock, scooping up some cum on your index finger. Breaking off the kiss, you promptly shove your finger into his mouth instead.

“Are you ready to apologize yet, sweetie?” you ask him.

Grabbing onto your wrist, he pulls your finger out of his mouth; he sticks out his tongue, showing you the bit of white gathered on the red-stained muscle. Clamping his mouth shut, he flashes you a mischievous smile. “Make me.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #tokito muichiro #tokito muichiro x reader #kny muichiro #muichiro tokito #muichiro tokito x reader #request

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uas-fics · 3 years

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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Title: How to Train A Champion and Keep Your Reputation Intact

Summary: Piers doesn’t want to coach Leon, but the last thing Piers needs is for everyone to know a cool punk like him used to perform in Pokemon Contests! If it means keeping his reputation intact, he’ll begrudgingly teach this ray of sunlight what he knows.

Fandom: Pokemon Sword and Shield

Ships: LeonxPiers | dnnz

Rating: T

Contest Warnings: N/A

Chapter 1: The Early Morning Visitor

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Of the people Piers expected to be sitting across his kitchen table at eight in the morning, the former champion was not one of them. Leon wasn't even in the top ten, yet here he was, twiddling his thumbs behind a cup of tea with a peppy expression on his face.

Piers was barely a human being this early, yet Leon seemed to have the same energy as a particularly bushy-tailed skwovet.

"You have a nice kitchen," Leon commented, more to fill the silence than an actual compliment.

Piers glanced at the pile of take-out containers on the counter then the singular shoe that hadn't made it to his room with its partner the night before. His kitchen was nothing spectacular, and it didn't need to be. His home was a place to crash or bring a date, not some fancy townhouse. With only he and Marnie there, why should he bother fancying the place up?

"What do you want, Leon?" Piers took a sip of his tea.

Leon wrapped his fingers around his cup but didn't move to drink. If Leon would have preferred coffee, he could have said something before Piers poured him a cup. It'd be a waste to pour it down the drain.

"Well, it's a little silly, but I could use your help with something," Leon explained.

Piers narrowed his eyes.

Leon was the chairman of the Pokemon League. Piers gave his gym over to Marnie after the last Champion tournament. What could he want Piers to help with at this point? The only connection he had with the League was Marnie.

Unless...

"I swear if you're goin' to pull the same shit as Rose did and try to get me to make Marnie move the gym—"

"No, no, nothing like that!" Leon raised his hands, palms facing out. "It has nothing at all to do with Spikemuth or the gym."

"Then what does it have to do with?" Piers leaned back and crossed his arms.

"Uh, well, alright," Leon didn't meet his eyes, "it's about a rumor."

Piers' frown deepened. He always had rumors about him floating about. It came with his persona.

"I heard Piers beat a man to a pulp because he spilled his drink on him." or "I heard Piers took three girls back to his home and made them leave before the sun was even up." or he was a dealer of rare hallucinogenic flowers or that he used his pokemon to break into Rose's office and peed in a potted plant behind his desk.

There was rarely any truth to the rumors. He didn't care to squash them. He was a dark-type trainer, having everyone thinking he was a bigger badass than he already was could not hurt his reputation.

"C'mon, mate, aren't you a little old to be listenin' to rumors?" Piers cocked an eyebrow.

"It's not a bad rumor.”

"What's the rumor then?"

"Ah, well, I heard," He paused to clear his throat, "that you, ah, that you competed in pokemon contests when you were younger—and that you won."

Piers barely kept his face deadpan.

Where had Leon heard that? Those contests happened just before posting on the internet boomed, so it wasn't like the contests were live-streamed and archived. The only video that he knew existed of his contest days hid in a box in the back of a closet. Marnie captured it when she could barely see over the railings at the stadiums. Even then, the video quality was terrible and Marnie kept moving the camera around. He looked like a black and white blob in them.

He forced himself to calm down. He could easily deny this rumor. No one would believe he, Piers, former Spikemuth gym leader, head of Team Yell, the fierce trainer of powerful dark-types, would ever compete in a pokemon contest.

"Where did you hear that?" Piers reached for his tea just to have something in his hands.

What credibility did this rumor spreader have? Probably none. Denying this would be easy.

"Oh, I heard your sister mention it."

Piers nearly dropped his cup.

Shit.

He could not deny this, not without putting Marnie's credibility on the line. She was still a new gym leader. The last thing she needed was the chairman thinking she was a gossip.

He hissed out a breath. "Oh, did she?"

"Yeah, she was talking to Opal while Bede filled out some papers," Leon told him. "She said she remembered you used to be good at pokemon contests. That's why I'm here."

"So what?" Piers spat. "It isn't illegal, now is it?"

Why couldn't this have been about Malamar scaring passers-by on Route 7 when he was bored? Why could this have been about the rave Piers helped throw in an abandoned mine last month? Why could it have been about pissing in the potted plant? Why couldn't this have been about anything else?!

Leon frowned. "Of course not—"

"Then why are you askin' me about it?"

"Because I wanted your help to win one."

Piers' mouth gaped. Did he hear that right? Leon, the former champion, one of the strongest pokemon trainers in all of Galar, wanted to enter a pokemon contest.

He stuck a finger in his ear and twisted it.

"Sorry, say that again. I must have somethin' in my ear. I didn't just hear you ask for help in a pokemon contest."

"That is what I asked." Leon beamed. "There is one in Ballonlea in two weeks and I want to enter, but I don't know the first thing about them. If you know, you could help me—if you want to, that is."

"Why?" Piers held back from pinching himself. How was this not a dream? Maybe he was messing with hallucinogenic flowers after all.

Reaching into his pocket, Leon took out a folded piece of lavender paper. He laid it flat on the table, smoothing it with the side of his hand, before pushing it over. The faint scent of roses wafted from it.

"All are invited to the first Bellonlea Pokemon Contest!" It read in a flowing, elegant font. "Coordinators of all ages and skill levels are invited to the Bellonlea Stadium to participate in a Pokemon Contest. Please contact the Bellonlean Ladies' Society for more details and how to enter."

"Was this ‘ppose to explain somethin'?" Piers pushed the flyer back. "Why do you want to win a contest?"

"That prize, of course!" Leon took his phone from his pocket. He scrolled a moment then turned the screen to Piers.

A picture of a red and white hat with a black logo stared back. It honestly looked like something an overly-excited ten-year-old would win from a cereal box drawing.

"It's a hat." Piers peered over the top of the phone to look at the hat Leon already had on.

"It's not just a hat. It's a limited edition!" Leon pulled his phone back. "I had one when I was a little kid, but I lost it to an angry corvisquire. The first place in the beginner contest wins it."

"And you can't just, you know, buy one for yourself?" He rolled his hand. "I know you have sponsorships out your ass." Piers looked down pointedly at his Spikemuth Chamber of Commerce shirt for emphasis.

Leon shrugged. "What fun is that?"

Piers downed half his drink in one go. The burn on his throat reassured him he wasn't dreaming.

"Piers?" Leon leaned over the table, his face alight with a smile. "Can't I talk you into helping me out? Please? I promise to owe you one after this."

Piers groaned. What choice did he have? He couldn't deny it without hurting Marnie's reputation. Their reputation used to be the only valuable he and Marnie had to their names, besides each other. Lying to Leon to save his own skin was not an option.

"Yeah, yeah, alright." Piers raised his hands in defeat. "Fine. I'll do it, but," he held a finger up in Leon's face, "you have to swear on your life that you won't tell a soul about it. I don't need anyone thinkin’ I ever put any of my pokemon in a frilly suit or made them dance around like pretty ballerinas or some shit."

Leon nearly jumped across the table. He put his hands on Piers' shoulders and squeezed a little too hard.

"Thanks a million for this!" He hopped up. "Where should we train? I think I understand the rules, but maybe we should go over the rules first? Or outfit—"

"Tomorrow." Piers cut him off. "We'll start tomorrow."

Leon's face fell like a growlithe that just had his bone taken from him. Piers held his sad gaze. Marnie's morpoko did the same pout when she wanted something, and Piers knew better than to give in.

If Leon still wanted to learn how to be a coordinator, he had to prove himself first. A day would be enough time for Piers to think up obstacles to make Leon forget about the silly notion. Contests, despite the stereotype, were hard work. While beginner contests weren't all that complicated, Piers didn't mind sprinkling in some of the more difficult to grasp bits from the higher tiers. With any luck that would confuse Leon right out of the idea and out of Piers' life.

Leon took a breath. He pulled his hands from Piers and squared his shoulders.

"I'll meet you back here at eight sharp tomorrow and then we can get started."

"No. You'll meet me outside Spikemuth at noon."

"Oh, well, alright. It'll be a champ—" Leon caught himself from using his old catchphrase. "It'll be a fun time."

"That's one way to think of it," Piers muttered, feeling less and less enthused at the arrangement by the second.

----

True to his word, Leon stood outside the front gate of Spikemuth at noon on the dot. He perked up when he saw Piers and jumped in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Teacher Piers."

He winked.

Piers wrinkled his nose.

"Call me that again, and I'm callin' this off."

Leon laughed nervously. "Sorry." He whistled. "Sooooo, what should I learn first? How to use music? Or pose? I'm already pretty good at that."

"How about the rules?"

Piers waved him to follow down the road towards the Spikemuth Tunnel. People were less likely to eavesdrop on them if they walked.

"Alright, rules. I know there are two rounds, and each trainer uses only one pokemon."

"Coordinator," Piers corrected sharply.

He promised to teach, but he didn't promise to be entirely pleasant while doing it.

"Yeah. There are two rounds. The first round is the Performance Stage. You show off your pokemon's appeal with a choreographed set of moves. The judges will assign points based on how well the performance fits into particular categories."

Piers began to ramble on about the different move categories as if the contest in Bellonlea would be so complicated. Beginner contests weren't judged by the five categories individually like higher-ranked contests.

Back when Galar still had a contest circuit, the people in beginner contests were kids with weak pokemon that might only know two or three moves. A performance with a cool move first and a cute move next wouldn't be judged as harshly as the first rank contest would.

However, Leon didn't need to know that. If he thought that the category system was complicated and—in Piers' humble opinion—limited and stupid, maybe he would back out.

"And that's all there is to the appeals rules." Piers looked at Leon, expecting him to be confused and dejected at the long-winded explanation, but instead found him holding onto every word.

"Well, that doesn't seem too hard." He nodded. "It's just putting on a show in a time limit with your partner. Easy."

"We'll see how easy you think it is when you're doing it." Piers stood under a shade tree. "The next round is the harder one. It's the battle round."

"Battle? I thought contests were for show, not for fighting."

Piers cackled at the genuine confusion on Leon's face. Of course, he would think that. That silly stereotype about contests never seemed to die, did it? Coordinators didn't just train their pokemon to teach them new moves. Their partner had to be strong to last the battles against one another. Even though Piers was a gym leader when he did contests, he still struggled against the stronger opponents.

He idly grabbed a lower branch and bent it down. If he didn’t slouch, Piers was tall enough that he could just about reach into the pokemon nest a few branches up with relative ease.

"You would think that, wouldn't you?" He opened his hand.

The branch whipped up and hit the branch the nest was on. The skwovet in the nest jumped with a squeak. Its sudden movement knocked a sitrus berry over the side.

"In the second round, two coordinators battle to remove points from the opponent, usin' moves that fall into the contest categories." He snatched the sitrus berry out of the air.

The skwovet glared at Piers. Piers smirked at it before wiping the berry on his shirt. The pokemon chattered and hurried higher into the tree.

Leon frowned at Piers' interaction with the skwovet. Piers met his gaze, daring him to comment on it.

Leon cleared his throat. "That wasn't necessary."

"It was an accident."

Leon pursed his lips in doubt but didn't argue. Instead, he said, "So it's a battle, but it's an entertaining battle. I can do that."

Around a bite of berry, Piers shrugged, "It's a five-minute battle, but the point of the battle isn't to knock out your opponent with the first move. No one needs to faint. It's to show that your pokemon is better than theirs."

Piers half-expected Leon to go on about how no pokemon was better than another, instead, Leon stroked his chin in thought. Maybe Leon realized that a contest wouldn't be as fun as he thought and wanted to give up on the idea.

The branches above shook and the skwovet chattered. A leppa berry slammed into the ground near Piers' boot. The skwovet, arm loaded with unripe leppa berries, held up another. It threw it. Piers took a step to the side.

"Nice try," he mocked. The skwovet's fur bristled. It tossed down the rest of its armful and missed every time. With a huff, it stomped back towards its nest to rustle through its hoard.

"Alright. I think I can handle this," Leon said, moving into Piers' personal space and lifting his arm over Piers' head, "with your help."

Grinning, he stepped back then opened his fist to present an oran berry. The skwovet cried out in frustration. Piers rubbed the top of his head. He glanced up at the wild pokemon once more before walking away from the tree, with Leon in tow. It was best not to test his luck anymore. The skwovet might use a move on him and the last thing he wanted was to spend the night picking slobbery bullet seeds out of his hair.

The skwovet angrily chattered but seemed to give up. It hurried down the tree to gather its berries. Leon crouched to roll the oran berry over. The skwovet eyed him but snatched the berry up to shove into its cheeks anyway.

Piers raised an eyebrow. Maybe this training wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

----

The training area outside Spikemuth wasn't much, just a patch of barren earth that trainers from Spikemuth would come to battle when they didn't feel like using the gym. Currently, the only souls there were Piers and Leon. Since Marnie took over as gym leader, the younger trainers of the city moved their training back to the gym.

"They didn't want to come when you were the gym leader. They think you're scary," Marnie had explained. "Dunno why though. You're about as scary as a teddisuara."

Piers crossed his arms. "Do you know which pokemon you're goin' use? These are Hoenn rules, so you can only use one."

Leon tapped the pokeballs at his belt. "I'm not sure. I didn't think I could go in with Charizard, so I didn't bring him with me."

"Why not Charizard?"

"Everyone knows what my Charizard looks like," Leon explained. "And I don't think I can pretend not to be me if I use him."

Piers' brows furrowed. What in the world was he talking about?

Upon seeing Piers' expression, Leon chuckled to himself.

"I guess I forgot to tell you." He put his hands on his hips and set his feet a shoulder-width apart. "I'm going to do this contest in disguise."

The hope Piers just acquired vanished.

"You're what?"

"I'm going in disguise," He repeated. "I was the champion, and now I'm chairman. That would give me an unfair advantage, don't you think?"

Piers pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course, Leon would want to win on a level playing field. The Bellonean Ladies' Society would probably just give him the stupid hat if he promised to simply show up and bring more attention to the event. If he did that, Piers could have stayed at home and lazed about, but, noooo, Leon had to win his silly hat fair and square.

"How do you plan to do that?"

"Well, I hoped you could help me with that, too." Leon pointed to his face. "I've seen your stage makeup, and you're talented. I bet you could make me look like a different person."

Piers hated that he couldn't argue with that. Not long after he decided to follow his dream of being a punk star, one of the gym trainers offered to teach him the basics of cosmetics. Once he had the basics down, it only took a year of using his pokemon, friends, and Marnie as test subjects for him to perfect his art.

He could easily make Leon's face look different enough: soften his cheekbones, maybe a few freckles, pull his bangs back, color contacts, and glasses...Leon would look good in glasses, even if it meant hiding his natural eye color...

Piers shook his head. He hadn't agreed to anything but training for the contest. He was not giving Leon a makeover like they were preteens at a slumber party.

Leon pursed his lips. "It would be pointless if I won because of who I am. That wouldn't be fair to the other train—coordinators."

"No. Figure that out yourself."

Leon sighed, his shoulders slumped. He muttered under his breath, something Piers couldn't make out. Finally, he straightened and shrugged.

"You know, I have to approve the budgets for each gym provided by the league," he lifted one finger and wagged it as he continued, "and wouldn't it be nice if Spikemuth got a little extra in their budget so their new gym leader could fix up her gym stadium? I know the Spikemuth Chamber of Commerce can't always give too much to the gym, and it needs a few repairs."

Piers' mouth fell a gape. Did Leon just try to bribe him through his sister? He had to admit, he was impressed. It wasn't the best bribery offer he'd ever been given, but considering whom the offer came from and what Marnie would get in return, he decided to give in.

"Make sure the gym gets enough to replace the crumplin’ stadium walls, and I'll do it." Piers stuck out his hand.

Leon took the offered hand in his and shook once. "I knew you'd have a change of heart."

Piers yanked his hand back. "Change of heart my ass. Just send out your pokemon."

With a nod, Leon let out each of his pokemon in turn: Aegislash, Haxorus, Dragapult, Mr. Rime, Seismatoad, then Rhyperior. True to his word, he hadn't brought his ace pokemon with him. Like a well-oiled machine, they quickly lined up and turned their full attention to their trainer.

Pride rolled off Leon as he gazed at his team. Up until last year, this team was undefeated. Leon kept them at their best and even Piers could call that admirable.

"Alright everyone, listen here." Leon clapped his hands as if any of them didn't have their eyes on him. "Remember how I said we were going to enter a contest? Well, only one of you can enter it with me."

Leon's Mr. Rime leaned on his cane and Aegislash shifted his shield, though the other pokemon didn't react one way or another to the news.

"Contests aren't like normal battling. They're a performance." Leon gestured to Piers. "Piers is going to help pick the best one of you for the contest."

Piers snorted. "Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm not assessin' your team."

Leon's hand dropped to his side. He tilted his head.

"You're not?"

"No."

Piers took out the only pokeball he had on him. With a flick of the wrist, he released his own contest partner. The stench of rotten eggs filled the air. Everyone but Piers jerked back to cover their noses.

Skuntank shook himself out. He stretched his front paws forward then pulled the rest of his body up like a cat in a sunbeam. Piers crouched down and patted his partner between the ears.

"Skuntank here won nearly every contest he entered," Piers explained. "He knows more about them than even I do, I'd say. Even keeps track of the Sinnoh contests online. If anyone can give this team a proper assessment, it'll be him."

Skuntank lifted his head proudly then stomped forward. He stalked up, down, and around the line, eyeing each pokemon. He stopped in front of Haxorus, narrowed his eyes, and rumbled. Haxorus shuffled nervously. She looked to her team members then back at Skuntank. Siesmatoad shrugged, and Dragapult looked away.

Satisfied, Skuntank trotted back to Piers. He took a breath and stated something to the pokemon, loud and clear.

The other pokemon were taken aback. They muttered amongst themselves, all except Mr. Rime and Aegislash. With his chest puffed out, Mr. Rime strode forward. A moment later, Aegislash floated next to him. The rest of the team remained still.

"That's the two to choose from," Piers said. To the other members of Leon's team, he continued, "You can go over there. Take a rest why don't you?" He jabbed his thumb towards the grass at the side of the training area.

Without missing a beat, Dragapult floated away, soon followed by Siesmatoad, Haxorus, and Rhyperior.

Leon gasped. "That's amazing. How does Skuntank know?"

It wasn't as if Skuntank could smell contest talent on Mr. Rime and Aegislash. It just so happened that when Skuntank asked, Mr. Rime and Aegislash wanted to enter a contest. The rest weren't interested.

Ignoring Leon's question, Piers asked, "How do you want to decide between these two."

Leon blinked. "Isn't that what Skuntank is here for?"

With a thump, Skuntank flopped to the ground, paws under his chin, and shut his eyes.

"He's filled his quota." Piers said. "This is your job, Mr. Chairman."

Leon stroked his chin. He crouched down between his pokemon. Mr. Rime tapped his feet and spun his cane. Leon lifted his eyebrows at the impromptu performance. Not to be outdone, Aegislash held his shield up and spun it on the end of his arm. He tossed the shield then expertly caught it.

Mr. Rime danced backward. He spun in a circle, holding his cane up to the sky. From the tip of the cane, snow flurried around him, glittering like tiny diamonds.

Aegislash, upon seeing Leon's dazzled expression at Mr. Rime's performance, clanged his shield and blade together. With his trainer's attention back on him, Aegislash whipped his arm out. The shield rolled out on its side into the middle of the battle area. In the blink of an eye, Aegislash descended into his shadow. Using shadow sleek, he hurried in front of the shield.

Aegislash burst from the ground, large and dark. He whipped the shield up. the sun glinted off the polished metal. Contrasted against Aegislash's dark form, the shining shield appeared like a bright star in the night sky.

Leon's mouth fell a gape. "Wow, I didn't know you could do that, Aegislash."

Aegislash returned to his normal appearance and smugly shurgged. Mr. Rime stomped his foot in frustration. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled for Leon to look at him. Once again, his cane spun. Around him, aurous panes of light screen appeared then frosted over. Mr. Rime stopped and raised his arms. The light screen panes shot up and burst like fireworks.

Aegislash bristled. His grip on his shield tightened and his single eye narrowed. Mr. Rime sneered at him as Leon carefully picked up the frozen light screen fragments to examine.

Piers clapped his hands once. "Don't you lot make this a battle." To Leon, he ordered, "You need to pick one."

Leon stood. "But they're both really talented."

From behind them, Skuntank snorted. Aegislash and Mr. Rime turned their glares from each other to the dark-type.

Piers agreed with Leon, even if his pokemon didn't, but leaving those two to keep one-upping each other wouldn't end well. Leon had to pick a partner for the contest, even if it would hurt someone's feelings.

Leon thought on his choice then slumped forward with a sigh. He rummaged in his pocket and held up a coin.

"I can't decide," he admitted. "Heads for Mr. Rime and tails for Aegislash."

He flicked the coin into the air. Like the oran berry before, he caught it from the air. With a hard smack that made the top of Pier's hand hurt, Leon slapped it on the top of his hand. Aegislash and Mr. Rime stood tense as Leon slowly lifted his hand.

"Heads."

Mr. Rime jumped up with joy. Aegislash dropped his shield to the ground with a thud. Leon reached out to comfort him, but Aegislash waved him away. Dragging his shield through the dirt, he trudged towards the other pokemon.

Skuntank lumbered back to his feet. He intercepted Aegislash. Skuntank rumbled at Aegislash. He silently mulled over what Skuntank said then lifted his shield from the ground.

In a voice like clashing metal, Aegislash yelled at Mr. Rime. Mr. Rime stumbled in his tap dancing, looking shocked at what his teammate said. Skuntank cackled, slapping the ground with his paw. With his mood improved considerably, Aegislash led Skuntank away to join the other pokemon.

----

Mr. Rime was a showman. Even with the occasional heckle from Skuntank, he and Leon managed to cobble together the start of an alright appeal round. After Piers finally admitted that the move categories meant shit all for the beginner contests, Leon decided to make use of what Mr. Rime already presented: sparkling snow and unique uses of psychic power.

Piers, for his part, offered critique when he saw a move that might be too showy or too dull, but mostly left Leon to his own devices. After all, Leon was the one entering, not him.

A thunderbolt tore through an icy column, shattering it. A glow of psychic power protected some of the ice from the heat. When the mist cleared, what remained was the carving of the Champion's logo.

Leon pumped his fist. "There we go!"

Skuntank muttered something to Aegislash, who replied in agreement. Though he hadn't been as loud in his criticism as Skuntank, Aegislash made snide remarks for every misstep.

Piers had more fun watching Skuntank and Aegislash than Leon and Mr. Rime, honestly.

As the heat both from the thunderbolts and the day wore on, Piers was thankful he choose to sit under the shade instead of directly interact with Leon.

Though on the field, he would have had a better view.

Every time Leon raised his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, Piers turned his attention towards him. Rehain once mentioned Leon weight trained and exercised to stay as fit as his team, and Piers could tell. He stared at the well-formed muscles usually hidden under Leon’s shirt several times before finally being caught.

“Is something wrong? Is this too much?” Leon gestured to Mr. Rime’s newest ice sculpture.

Piers made up a suggestion to save himself the embarrassment.

“It’s fine, but you’re rushin’. Slow down, if you know how to do that,” Piers replied, turning his head to hide his pink cheeks against his shoulder.

“Oh, alright.” Leon nodded. “Mr. Rime, take a few more seconds before calling down the thunderbolt!”

Stuntank chuckled and Piers sent him a glare.

“Shut up,” he hissed, earning another laugh from Stuntank.

Something pulled at Piers' sleeve. One of Dragapult's dreepy chewed on his jacket. When Piers acknowledged it, it flew in a circle trying to get him to play with it. It went to nip at the end of one of his ponytails.

Dragapult sighed and wrapped his tail around the dreepy to pull it back. He gave Piers an apologetic look.

The rest of Leon's team wasn't doing much better. They were bored out of their minds.

Siesmatoad ripped a clump of grass from the ground and tossed it in her mouth. Rhyperior and Haxorus took turns stabbing leaves through their horns or tusks, seeing who could make the biggest hole without tearing the leaf in half.

Before Leon and Mr. Rime could start again, Piers called, "That's enough for today."

He stood and put his hands on his lower back to stretch. Skuntank grumbled but got to his paws.

"Well, if you say so." Leon came over to the crowd of pokemon with Mr. Rime. "Everyone ready?"

Seismatoad spat out the grass clump, nearly hitting Rhyperior's foot. Dragapult cooed and the rest of his dreepy hoard hurried out of the tall grass. Aegislash refused to look at Mr. Rime, instead of staying close to Stuntank. Haxorus bent forward and pressed the button on her pokeball with her mouth scythe, returning herself.

When Leon took out Aegislash's ball, Piers put a hand on his wrist.

"Before you return him, can I ask you a favor?"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Aegislash and Skuntank seem to be havin' fun together. Do you think Aegislash could come back with me for tonight?" Piers asked. Skuntank stamped a foot and wheezed in approval.

Leon lowered Aegislash's pokeball. He bent down so he looked Aegislash in his singular eye.

"Do you want to have a slumber party with Skuntank at Spikemuth?" He spoke like a parent to a child. Mr. Rime snickered. Stuntank kicked sand at him with a short growl.

Piers pulled the bill of Leon's hat down over his eyes.

"Aegislash is probably older than both of us combined," he reminded. "Don't call it a slumber party."

Leon pushed his hat up and wrinkled his brow. Realization crossed his face.

"Ah." He asked Aegislash, "Do you want to have a date with Skuntank at Spikemuth?"

Piers went to pull Leon's hat clean off, but Aegislash took hold of the bill and pulled until it completely covered Leon's face with the bill touching his chin. He rolled his eye and shrugged towards Skuntank. Skuntank snickered and shook his head back in reply.

Leon laughed, taking the hat into his lap. "I'm joking. I'm joking. Sorry." He put a hand on Aegislash's shoulder. "Really, if you want to hang out with Skuntank for the night, you can." He smiled sincerely.

Aegislash paused, eyed his trainer, then seemed to sigh. He took the hat from Leon's hands and set it on his head. He patted his head, like a parent pacifying a child. Aegislash floated by him towards Skuntank.

-----

“Listen up.”

Piers whistled to the crowd of dark-type pokemon around the Spikemuth stadium. All heads turned towards him and the two pokemon by his side.

“This is Aegislash. He’s part of Chairman Leon’s team.” Piers nodded to Aegislash. “He’s visitin' for the night, so don’t be an asshole.”

He sent a pointed look at Malamar, who crossed his tentacles. Malamar only recently got out of trouble for scaring people around Spikemuth. Neither he nor Marnie needed Aegislash going back to Leon traumatized from Malamar's pranks.

The gym pokemon muttered and mumbled to themselves, eyeing Aegislash suspiciously.

Going well so far.

No one jumped to attack or called out an obscenity towards the new pokemon. Already it was going better when Raihan brought his pokemon over to play while he and Piers visited. Not one sucker punch to the back.

Marnie’s Grimsnarl picked up the toy ball and held it protectively. Both scrafty scooted to shield their tower of cards. Obstagoon took his nose out of a bag of crisps for a moment before shoving it right back in. Liepard yawned, purposely exposing her fangs, before laying her head on Toxicroak’s lap. Toxitricity peeked an eye open from his corner then continued strumming his chest. Morpeko jumped off the stage and scurried over to Aegislash and Skuntank.

She greeted them. Skuntank wheezed to her as Aegislash lifted his shield in a hello. Morpeko spoke with Aegislash a moment before turning to the rest of the pokemon. She took a deep breath and shouted to them her approval.

Malamar snorted but uncrossed his tentacles. Grimsnarl slowly took the ball back out. Neither scrafty moved from their hard work. Toxitricity waved idly. Liepard and Toxicroak and Obstagoon didn’t acknowledge the announcement, the former two napping and the latter still stuffing his maw.

Skuntank jerked his head towards Toxitricity's corner of the gym. Aegislash and Morpeko followed after. Grimsnarl and Malamar watched them closely.

Marnie took a bite of her hamburger. Around it, she asked, “Is that really Leon’s aegislash?”

Piers open the bag from Bob’s Your Uncle to dig out his order. “He is. He and Leon’s Mr. Rime got into a fight, and Aegislash wanted to be away.”

“So Leon asked you?” She swallowed.

Piers thought on his feet. “Dark and ghost types are pretty close when you get down to it. Born of night and the deepness of the soul and all that.”

“Shouldn’t he have asked Allister?”

Piers took a bite of his burger and slowly chewed. He swallowed and said, “Kid must have been busy. He’s still got school to go— just like you.” Piers smirked, leaning over. “And how’s that school work going, little sis?”

Marnie blushed. She huffed, snatched the bag from Piers, then marched to the stage at the other end of the stadium.

Even being a gym leader, Marnie still had to go to school like every other kid her age. Since she was still learning to juggle gym leader duties and school, Marnie fell behind in her classes and had to take extra lessons.

Piers had been the same when he took over the gym, but he usually skipped after-school lessons. She complained about the lessons often, and Piers offered an understanding ear.

He wasn’t above using this information against her, though.

With long strides, he followed his sister. He overtook her quickly. Holding his burger between his teeth, Piers hopped onto the stage and sat, his toes brushing the ground. Marnie walked up the steps to sit near him. She purposefully set the bag with their food on the side farthest away from Piers. He leaned across her to fish his chips out of the bag.

They sat in companionable silence, watching the pokemon as they ate their fast food.

When Marnie’s scrafty turned to open another pack of cards for their tower, Malamar raised a tentacle glowing in psychic power. With both scrafty backs to it, a card from the middle of the tower pulled itself out.

Piers’ scrafty gasped and tried to hold the wobbling tower together, but only managed to save the top two cards from falling. As the scrafty started to argue, Grimsnarl went to the wooden crate next to the stage. She sat her ball inside and began to dig through the pokemon toys until she found another ball. This ball was worn and patched up. She wandered over to Malamar to talk.

Skuntank, Toxtricity, and Aegislash lounged against one of the crumbling stadium walls as Morpeko chewed on a berry. They made friendly conversation until Grimsnarl and Malamar came over. Grimsnarl raised her ball.

Skuntank shrugged and spoke to Aegislash. Malamar sneered at Aegislash. Aegislash rolled his eye and pushed himself up. Skuntank slowly lumbered to his feet. Toxtricity shook his head. Morpeko tossed her berry up and caught it in her mouth before standing as well.

Piers nudged Marnie and pointed at the pokemon as they walked to the middle of the stadium.

Grimsnarl tossed the ball and hit it to Skuntank. Skuntank bopped it with his head. The ball dropped towards Aegislash. Aegislash raised an arm to hit it, but Malamar’s tentacle shot out and smacked the ball up. Aegislash snapped something at Malamar, who ignored him.

Piers chuckled to himself as the game of hot potato continued. Every time the ball neared Aegislash, Malamar or Grimsnarl made sure to hit it before he could. Of course, they were testing him. Being on the former champion’s team wasn’t enough to prove Aegislash worthy, even with Stuntank and Morpeko's approval.

Soon Aegislash had enough. When Malamar went to hit the ball for himself, Aegislash shadow sleeked behind him. He burst from the ground and slapped the ball towards Grimsnarl. The attack on her friend took Grimsnarl by surprise. She stumbled back trying to hit the ball but missed. For the first time since the game started, the ball bounced against the floor.

Skuntank cackled. Morpeko chased after the ball. Malamar stared at Aegislash, who held his ground.

Marnie started to push off the stage to break up the fight, but Piers put a hand out to stop her.

After a few tense heartbeats, Malamar coughed a laugh. He covered his beak and shook his head. Grimsnarl took the ball back from Morpeko. Seeing the newfound respect for Aegislash from Malamar, she went back over to the box to switch the worn, old ball, for a nicer ball with a pink and cream polka-dot pattern.

Marnie let out a breath. Piers tossed a chip in his mouth.

He knew things would work out well. Like his trainer, Aegislash was endearing in his determination.

He wondered what Leon was doing while the Spikemuth pokemon played. As late as it was, he was probably home, or maybe he was training with Mr. Rime for the contest. Piers could almost see him now working with Mr. Rime to pose in time with some pop song.

Leon worked hard for what he wanted. It's no wonder he became champ so young and held the title for nearly a decade. If Piers had that kind of drive, he wouldn’t have left Spikemuth fall into disrepair as he did.

He bet he could ask Leon to help him fix up Spikemuth, and not just the gym. The outside walls needed the myriad of penises and breasts painted over. He could do it, but it would be better with some company, particularly with company that had the energy of a sugar-high puppy. Enjoying the outside air, just talking and working—That would be fun. Piers would be willing to wake up early for that.

Piers reached into his chip container absentmindedly but found nothing but salt. He jerked out of his thoughts to see his last two chips disappear—one into Morpeko’s mouth and one into Marnie’s.

“The hell?” He held his hands out towards the empty container.

“Do you have a new girlfriend?” She asked bluntly.

Piers choked on his tongue. “What?” He shook his head. “No! Why would you think that?”

“A boyfriend? A non-binary friend?”

“No,” Piers assured. “I don’t have anyone.”

“Huh.” Marnie scratched Morpeko behind the ears. “You had that look on your face.”

“Look?” Piers’ stomach clenched as he asked, “What look?”

“That look.” Marnie pulled her pokemon to her lap. “The one you get before Morpeko and me find some gushy love song folded up on the living room floor. It happens every time.”

Piers’ ears grew hot. Twice, Marnie found his secret love songs twice. For that reason, he didn’t even write them on scrap paper anymore but in a nondescript notebook in his dresser drawer—which he hadn’t pulled out since he broke up with an ex gym trainer more than a year ago.

Morpeko stuck her tongue out in disgust at finding another love song. She clambered over Marnie’s arms to the chips container. Morpeko licked her paw, dabbed it in the leftover salt, and cleaned her paw before hopping off the stage to rejoin the game.

“I don’t have a look like that.”

“Yes, you do,” Marnie replied in a sing-song voice. “You get this far away look on your face and a little, tiny smile like you’re thinkin' of somethin’ soft. I only see it when you’re datin’ someone or,” her eyes widen in realization, “you gotta crush.”

Piers’ stomach unclenched and fell to his boots.

“You’ve got a crush, dotcha?” His little sister pried. “Who is it? Do they like you back? Can they like you back? Are they a trainer? What’s their pokemon team? Do you see them often?”

Piers' head spun, blurring the rest of Marnie’s inquiries.

No way. He was too old for crushes, for one thing. For two, if Marnie’s theory held any water, then his ‘crush’ would be Leon.

That wasn’t possible.

Sure, he admired Leon’s strength and his determination. His kindness towards pokemon and others was sweet if a little goody-two-shoes. He was much more clever than he first appeared. His athletic frame stole Piers' attention and he wouldn't mind leaning up against that strength-trained chest.

Oh. Arceus. No.

Piers’ face reddened as he cataloged his thoughts. He did have a crush. He had a crush on Leon. Leon was the Chairman of the League. Not only that, he was and still is the poster child for preppy, sporty trainers everywhere. Leon was the goal children were taught to chase if they wanted to compete.

Only the trainers from Team Yell ever wanted to be anything like Piers, a badass who sang to his own song, not the one society dictated.

Sponsors flocked to Leon like mothim to a flame for his perfect public persona.

Only the Spikemuth Chamber of Commerce ever sponsored Piers, and that’s only because they always sponsored the gym leader.

Leon was the light that the world idolized.

He was the darkness that fought back to prove to those that the shadows were protective and safe for people like him. He was a fierce dark-type trainer. He sang punk rock. He had a band of miscreants who would follow his every order.

He could not have a crush on Leon.

Yet, he did.

What if people found out? Arceus, if news got around he wanted some of Leon’s finely toned ass—

“Piers?” Marnie poked his cheek.

He jumped, losing his balance and tumbling off the stage.

At the thud of his fall, the pokemon stopped their game. Obstagoon tossed his crisps bag aside to barrel towards his trainer. He skidded to his knees, dramatically throwing his claws up and crying out as if Piers fell off a ten-story building.

Marnie hopped down. Crouching, she asked, “Did you break your face?”

Piers groaned loudly. “Dark void, open up and swallow me. I no longer want to live in this cruel world that would play my heart like a harp string and snap it with its sick, twisted irony.”

Once Piers went on with his dramatic monologue, the pokemon returned to their games, confident Piers was fine. Obstagoon patted the back of Piers’ head reassuringly.

Marnie crouched next to him. “Is the person you have a crush on that bad? Are they married or,” she lowered her voice, “old?”

“We’re the same age.” Piers didn’t lift his head from the ground. “He’s single as far as I know.”

Marnie poked his cheek. “So what’s the matter? Are you too scared to ask him out?”

“No. It’s worse than that.” Piers crawled into Obstagoon’s lap and leaned his back against the warm, somewhat smelly, fur. Obstagoon wrapped him in a hug. He’d seen his trainer confused and in a pansexual punk panic before. Piers needed all the comfort Obstagoon could give him.

Marnie tucked her legs under her and waited expectantly for Piers to clarify.

He sighed, slumping farther down Obstagoon’s lap. Obstagoon’s arm fur tickled his nose as he buried his face in it.

“I can’t ask him out,” Piers muttered. “He’s my opposite.”

“Opposite?” Marnie echoed.

“Opposite,” Piers repeated. He paused, then said, “I’m punk. He does ballet. What more can I say?”

Her brows furrowed. She opened her mouth, then shut it, opened, shut, then tilted her head with one eyebrow raised.

"He dances?”

Piers rolled his head away. “You kids have no culture.” He sighed. “He’s the kind of person every kid wants to be like. I’m the kind of person kids stop comin’ to community gyms to train because of.”

Marnie hit her fist into her palm. “Oh, I get it. You don’t want to drag down his rep ‘cause people think you’re a lazy delinquent.”

“Hey!” Piers bolted up, right into Obstagoon’s hanging tongue. He wiped the slobber off his forehead with his forearm. He jabbed a finger at Marnie.

“It’s the other way around. He’d pull mine up from a mysterious, cool rebel rocker.”

He cringed at himself. Out loud it sounded childish. What was he, a schoolboy?

Piers flopped back against Obstagoon, grabbed Obstagoon’s arm, and dropped it over his face.

“Suffocate me. Please. I need to die to escape this torment.”

With a humph, Marnie wrapped her arms around Obstagoon’s thick forearm and lifted. She looked down at her brother with a frown.

“That’s it?” She shook her head. “That’s sad.”

“You’re a kid. You don’t understand.” Piers countered, trying to pull Obstagoon’s arm back over his face.

Marnie wrinkled her nose and tugged against Piers’ attempts.

“I am not.” She dug her feet into the ground. “It is sad. If you’re a ‘mysterious, cool, rebel rocker,’ why should you care what anyone thinks?”

Piers dropped his hands to his lap.

Without the opposing force against her, Marnie fell backward, still clinging to Obstagoon’s arm. Instead of letting her fall, Obstagoon lifted his arm, leaving her hanging off the ground. He carefully lowered her, but she kept his arm pressed against her chest.

Piers pushed himself up to his feet. He patted the back of his shirt, throwing black and white fur into the air. Without a word, he headed to the stage and picked up the trash from their food.

“Piers?” Marnie hugged Obstagoon’s arm to her chest. “Are you ok? I didn’t break you, did I?”

Piers turned. “Yeah. Just fine.” He walked back, bag in hand. A smile spread across his face as he reached up and ruffled her hair.

“You’re right. I was being the opposite of cool.” He admitted, prying her hands off Obstagoon's arm. “Thanks for reminding me.”

Marnie was right. He was the cool, fierce master of dark-type pokemon. He became one of the strongest trainers in all of Galar without resorting to Dynamax in a pinch.

Why the hell should he give a flying ratata’s ass about what other people think about who he wants to make out with?

He still didn’t want people knowing about his contest days. The stereotype of elitist snob coordinators still hung too closely to contests. The attraction could excuse Leon, but he didn't have a good enough excuse for dressing skuntank in a tophat and glittery, purple bow tie when he was still a stunky yet. Maybe if the contest scene grew a little, he could try again, but until then best keeping that particular secret under wraps.

Marnie shrugged, aloof. “It’s whatever. Someone needs to help you keep your head spun the right way around. I'm the only one qualified for it.”

“What would I do without you?” Piers chuckled.

“Die, probably,” Marnie replied. “So can you ask this guy out? Does he like you at all?”

Piers shrugged.

He didn’t know if Leon liked men. As far as he could remember, Leon never dated anyone of any gender. Leon had always been laser-focused on training and being the strongest trainer in Galar.

But if he did like men, would he be interested in Piers? He didn't know, but given how much time they’d be spending together training for the contest, maybe he could figure it out.

Marnie, her ponytails somewhat righted, asked, “If you need help, Gloria and me could—”

“I’d rather step on a pincurchin,” Piers cut her off, crushed the paper bag into a ball, and tossed it to the side. It bounced and went right through Scrafty's new card tower.

"Sorry," he apologized.

Scrarfy sobbed and slumped back. Marnie’s scrafty looked towards him then sighed. She walked around and helped him pick up the cards, their friendship restored.

“I’ll tell you if I find out anything.” He pointed at the hot potato game still ongoing with his thumb. “Right now, though, you and me don’t need boys when we can play with the best pokemon in the Galar region, though.” To Grimsnarl, he shouted, "Oi, toss it to me!"

Marnie giggled as Piers took her wrist and led her towards the game.

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AN: Shout out to my friend Sara for the help with this! You da best!!! ^-^)/ Next chapter should be next week? I'll probably post to A03 first though if you want less of a wait.

Also feel free to follow my art blog @uas-art if you enjoyed the chapter art.

#fanfiction #dnnz #gym leader piers #Champion Leon #piersxleon #multi chapter

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pomegranate-belle · 2 years

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End of year fanfic asks: 9, 14, 15, 21, 28?

9. longest wip of the year

Because I’ve split it into a series to make myself feel better, it technically doesn’t LOOK like a WIP, but it for sure is; my SV2/Spider-Verse 2 series is the longest by far. I think my word doc compiling it all has almost hit 90k words. I’ve wanted to post more, but I think it’ll have to wait until next year since I’m busy with events right now.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Hearth and Home, definitely. Honestly, in the year of our lord 2021, who ever thought the Doc Ock thirst would reawaken in me? It’s been a long time since I wrote Canon Character/OC fic as well, so I’m surprised and heartened that I’ve been able to do it again without stressing too badly or cringing at myself.

15. something you learned this year

MONTHLY CHALLENGES ARE JUST AS TERRIFYING AS THEY SEEM FROM THE OUTSIDE. But, also… I think things like Whumptober are good to force you to just, write. I’m very proud of the pieces I put out in my Whumptober series (even if I do technically have two days left to fill) and it was a lot of fun doing the challenge alongside friends like @stripedscribe and @missmoochy

21. most memorable comment/review

Oh god. You have to understand, because fandom is so prolific in their comments, like true champs, I’ve got over 30 pages of comments in my AO3 inbox just from this year. And my brain is definitely not big enough to remember all the really wonderful ones.

But most recent in my mind is a comment left on my unfinished, several-years-old-now F/F Bagginshield fic, The King and Her Damosels. I did maybe genuinely cry a little bit while reading it. This part in particular really got me in the heart:

“I don't know if you'll even see this comment. But I wanted to leave it anyways, because this just made a pretty mediocre day in a pretty terrible year absolutely fantastic, and I felt like that shouldn't go unsaid. I hope you're doing well.”

It was such a lovely reminder that even the things we don’t end up finishing can still make someone’s day — and I think that’s really what fandom is all about.

28. longest fic you read this year

The award goes to @iheartallthethings with To the Realm of the Sky, which is a whopper of a fic, an emotional roller coaster, and an absolute delight.

#thanks for the ask!#writer stuff

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criminalminds4days · 3 years

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Family Matters | Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

Hello people!!

I know I just came back, but school and work are really kicking my butt. I have virtual events, classes, projects and papers... On top of that I have to go to work and I barely have enough time to sleep. I am hoping I'll be able to keep writing, and I already have some chapter written in advance but who knows how my life will be by the time we reach the end of those chapters...

Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week and a good year so far. Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

P.S. keep in mind I did not have time to proof read this, so it might be wonky.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

Word Count: 5.2k

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Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

It was now time to get everything set up for Reid's surprise birthday party. She was still not talking to him, but something within her didn't allow her to abandon the idea of celebrating his day of birth. She wanted so bad to stop wanting to be his friend and talk to him, be around him and hear him laugh, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're gonna let us know your decision soon?" She almost fell down the chair she was on.

"Can you not scare me to death, please?"

"Well stop keeping us in suspense."

"Emily," she stepped down from the chair and used it to sit. "I didn't accept the position, in fact, I told Luke that same day. To help him with his bosses being on his ass I said I would think about it, but I'm going to email them soon to say I won't be transferring. I don't know how Garcia found out but she didn't let me explain that I wasn't even leaving. Then all of you barged in and I just thought it would be funny to let you guys believe I was gonna leave."

"And you've had us in suspense for two days?! Do you know how devastated Reid is? He probably thinks that's why you won't speak to him!"

"That's not the reason I don't talk to him, I ignore him because he's a cheater!" Her mouth closed fast after saying those words.

"What do you mean? Did he cheat at poker or something?"

"No, just forget about it."

"Tell me!"

"No necesitas saber," She said in Spanish. Telling Emily she didn't need to know.

"¿Se te olvida a caso que también hablo español?"

"Yes, I totally forgot you spoke Spanish." She placed for a little bit, deciding whether to tell her or not. "I saw Reid and JJ a couple of weeks ago and they were in a very friendly situation, to say the least."

"Were they making out or something?" She shook her head, and Emily smiled. "Listen, I honestly don't think that they have something going on."

"You didn't see what I did."

"That's true, but I am also not emotionally involved."

"I'm not emotionally involved."

"Sure you aren't." She winked, "does Hotch know you're staying?"

"He was there when I turned down the offer originally."

"That little prick, he's mentioned nothing to me!"

"To you? Interesting." Before Emily could correct herself she had already made her way to the sitting area, setting all the dishes and cups. She looked it over one more time before deciding it was good. "I have to change, I will be back in a half-hour. Everybody should be arriving by then, do you mind just checking that everything is good while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, though it seems rather interesting that you're having a birthday party for a 'cheater' don't you think?"

"It's also weird that you expected Hotch to tell you specifically, rather than the team, things like my possible transfer."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, but it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is, now bye!" With those last words, she exited the building.

She paced her room. She had about thirty minutes before Spencer arrived and she was about ten minutes away, so she still had some time to figure out what she was going to say or do once the party began. She knew someone would tell him it was she who organized the party, and that would only raise more questions about her current behavior towards him.

"I had already planned it, and I couldn't get a reimbursement for the salon." She said to the mirror. "No, that might be too mean. How about, Whatever else is going on, I am glad you're alive. No, that's too nice." She rubbed her eyes, frustrated with her responses, and then, the best idea she would come up with came to her and she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Would it backfire? Most likely, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna try her best for it to not. With one final look at the mirror, she grabbed her keys and made her way to the venue. When she arrived all the cars from her co-workers were parked, except for JJ's, who out of the goodness of her heart had offered to drive the birthday boy. She wouldn't be surprised if Will didn't attend the event, because that would give them some alone time. Absorbed by this thought she almost didn't notice that almost immediately after she exited her car, JJ, Spencer and Will pulled up in their car. When she noticed them she squealed and ducked, but it had been a little too loud, as all three of them turned to her and saw as she very awkwardly tried to hide by ducking next to her car. She sighed and stood up, waving at the trio.

"Dropped a contact." She weakly explained.

"You don't use contracts, nor glasses for that matter." Spencer reminded her.

"No, but my friend does, and she left them in my car, and when I got out, I ended up dropping one."

"Well, it might be time to go in," JJ said, trying to salvage the surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Spencer asked her.

"I... I didn't know I was, it was sort of a last-minute thing."

"Oh, okay." He looked at her expectantly, as if hoping she would acknowledge the date and congratulate him. That was one of the few things that contrasted his serious demeanor, those small moments in which he would just act like a child and have that twinkle in his eyes.

"Anyway, why don't I go ahead and go inside and you guys catch up later."

"No, you can stay with us. I mean, you can be my date. Today doesn't feel like the day to be the third wheel." He gave her another expectant look, hoping she would ask what made today special, or simply acknowledge she knew what day it was. "Besides, we haven't really seen much of each other lately."

"Yeah, life's crazy. Let me take a rain check on that though. I'll see you all later!" She tried to walk inside but he took her arm, preventing her from leaving.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, she's just trying to prevent you from finding out about your surprise birthday party before we get a chance to say surprise." Spoke the one and only Derek Morgan. They turned to find all of their friends at the entrance with amused smiles on their faces.

"Surprise!" They exclaimed and his eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, at the sight.

"Can you let me go now, please?" He nodded and mumbled an apology as he let go of her arm, she moved next to Emily and avoided all eye contact with everybody.

"Way to go champ, you almost ruined it." The woman jokingly whispered in her ear.

"Happy birthday Spencer!" Everybody said.

"Thank you guys, this means so much to me. I can't believe you all took the time to plan this."

"Actually, it was all-"

"Emily! This was all Emily's idea." She exclaimed before JJ could finish the sentence.

"Well, thank you so much, Emily." He said to her. She couldn't help but notice a small hint of disappointment in his tone, but she decided to not read too much into it.

"Yeah, you're welcome." This one said, shooting a glance at her friend. "How about we go inside and get some food?" Everybody cheered and they all made their way to the table that she had set up earlier.

"So my idea, huh?" She mumbled.

"Shut up Emily, you don't need to read into everything."

"I'm not reading into stuff, it's all just out in the open."

"Whatever."

The dinner had gone great, everyone seemed to be having a great time, especially the birthday boy, though something kept bugging him and she wasn't sure what it was.

"So, have you made a decision about your transfer?" He directly asked her once the conversation had died down.

"Are you asking me?"

"Is anyone else considering a transfer?"

"Touche." She instinctively looked at Emily and Hotch, who casually were sitting next to each other, 'out in the open' she immediately thought. Emily gave her a pointed look while her boss simply nodded slightly. "I'm still thinking. Luke made some really interesting points about the position."

"For example, his deep voice." Emily teased.

"A raise in salary." She countered.

"How do you even know Agent Alvez? I heard of him, but I didn't even know what he looked like before this week." Garcia questioned.

"He was a mentor, per se, when I was finishing up my courses at the academy. I ended up going on my first mission as a graduate with him and his team, I was actually going to start with them when Hotch requested me for the BAU."

Everybody seemed a little impressed by this knowledge. It was true she never really shared her stories, and it was mostly because they were filled with embarrassment, but this was work-related, so it seemed okay.

There seemed to be more questions emerging but before they could be asked, footsteps were heard at the entrance, and soon enough, Anna, Tyler, her aunt Becky (Anna's mother), and her mom walked in.

"Who in the-"

"Happy birthday to my favorite son-in-law!" Her mother cheered and before he even had a chance to stand up he was already engulfed into a hug.

"Son-in-law? Reid, is there something we need to know?" Questioned Derek.

"What are you guys doing here?" She spoke, feeling her throat dry out.

"Well, your mom told us it was Spencer's birthday and that you organized a birthday dinner for him, so we thought we would stop by and congratulate him," Anna said.

"Wait, that's your mom?!" Garcia asked.

"Is there something you two need to share with the rest of us?" This time the question came from Hotch.

She turned to the uninvited guests and gave them the fakest smile to ever exist. "Family, can I have a word with you all, outside? Now."

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to your team?" Her cousin asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, of course." She turned to Emily, begging with her eyes for help.

"Aaron, do you mind coming with me to my car. I seemed to have left something there."

"Right now?"

"Yes right now. It's important." She basically dragged him out of the venue, and she took a deep breath.

"Well, Mother, Anna, Tyler, and Aunt Becky," she signaled to the uninvited attendees. "This is my team, Penelope Garcia, SSA Morgan, SSA Jareau, and her husband detective Will, SSA Rossi, and you already know Dr. Reid. Team, this is my family."

"Pardon me if I sound rude by pointing this out, but you seem familiar," Derek mentioned.

"Well duh, we're one of the wealthiest families out there. The Blackwood family is very well known, and we've had our fair share of magazine covers." Anna said with glee.

"Blackwood? Wait, that's your last name, but you go by-"

"ANYWAY!" She interrupted JJ, "let us congratulate the birthday boy and celebrate, let's worry about titles later!" She grabbed her mother away from Spencer and placed her and the rest of her family in additional chairs that were part of the venue.

"So, how old are you turning Spencer?" Tyler asked, with a hint of annoyance.

"Thirty." The mentioned responded. Both of them stared at each other and she couldn't decide if what was happening between them was pure hatred or sexual tension.

"I thought you didn't like older men that much."

"It is of wise people to change their mind." She responded.

"I honestly feel like I am missing so much information right now," Derek said out loud.

"Same." JJ and Penelope added.

"I think I have a somewhat good idea of what's happening," Rossi said.

"Well, as a gift from me and my daughter, here are the keys to the Noire museum downtown. I personally think it would be fantastic for your children to grow up going there every weekend or something."

"Mother!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you, but I can't accept that, it is too much." Spencer intervened.

"Nonsense. You are the only son-in-law I will ever have; let my daughter and I spoil you."

"Yes Reid, let your future mother and future wife spoil you," Rossi spoke, a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Have you proposed already?!"

"No!" They both exclaimed. She had no idea how much more of this she could take.

"Okay, let me get this straight, Reid and you have been dating, and you didn't tell any of us?! How long has this been going on?"

"Well-"

"One year, and about four months, right cousin?" Anna was asking to get murdered.

"Actually, it's one year five months, and six days since we met, but we've only been together for one year three months and 4 days. Unless I confused my numbers again." He gave her a look and she fought the urge to not smile. Sure, she had to pretend they were a couple, but she was still mad at him.

"Reid getting his numbers wrong?" Will whispered.

"Yeah, because of his dyslexia," Tyler said as if it was obvious.

"Of course, his dyslexia! How could we forget Will?" JJ added. She looked completely surprised and kept glancing back between Spencer and her, but her tone was controlled, making sure the non-profilers in the room would not see through her. She couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was at all upset by the situation, after all, if she was right JJ was Spencer's girlfriend. The reminder made her frown, but she soon erased it from her face: one problem at a time.

"Well, this was grand, getting to know each other but I am sure you guys have a long drive and-"

"Don't worry cousin, we made time for the party. After all, Spencer is practically family, and you two are just so perfect for each other."

After her words, the steps of Emily and Hotch made the room go silent. He gave her a knowing look and took his previous seat as well as her friend who gave her a wink. This was going to be a disaster.

"So cousin, you guys hadn't told anybody about your relationship? Why keep it a secret?"

"The FBI has very strict policies, and both agents needed to demonstrate that their work in the field would not be affected by their relationship, and it hasn't," Aaron said, giving her a faint nod.

"Wait, but what does that mean for your transfer?" Garcia asked. Her eyes opened in shock because nothing could ever go right.

"What transfer?" Her aunt Becky questioned.

"I got offered a position with the team I did my first case with. But that's really not gonna change my relationship with Spencer. It's not like I'm leaving the country if I accept it. If anything I would spend more time in D.C."

"Interesting."

"Listen, family, I really appreciated having you here and taking the time to come and congratulate Spencer, I'm sure he's so happy that you guys could be here, but it's getting late and since all of us have to be back in the office tomorrow morning we're probably gonna call it a night soon."

"Of course darling." Her mother winked at her and Spencer as if suggesting that was not the reason the two wanted people gone.

"Before we leave though, we would love to get a picture of the two of you. It's not every day you get to celebrate your partner's birthday number thirty." The annoying blonde she had for a cousin suggested.

"Maybe another time."

"No, I think that's a great idea." Morgan chipped.

"Sure, why not?" Spencer said casually.

Was this man crazy? Did he not understand that their boss was right there and this could cost them their careers?!

She sighed and approached the brunette she placed her arms around his torso as he enveloped her in a hug, they smiled for the camera and waited a few seconds for pictures to be taken.

"Now Kiss!" Anna said and followed by that Garcia and Morgan joined her in a chorus of "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." The rest of the team, except for Hotch joined in, and she made sure to remember to kill Emily at her next best opportunity.

She cursed internally and turned her face, meeting his eyes for the first time in days. Sure, they had made accidental eye contact from time to time in the last few days, but she had tried her hardest to make it rare, and now she felt somewhat vulnerable. He gave her a small nod and leaned in, his lips touching hers ever so softly. It had been over two months since they had last kissed, but she could remember the taste as if it was yesterday.

A couple of minutes and cheers later they broke apart, his hand immediately reaching for hers. She tried not to wince or remove it, but it seemed like an impossible challenge.

"So cute!" The woman said, disgust in her voice. "Anyway, happy birthday Spence, here are some books that we thought you might like." She placed them on the table and attempted to walk towards him and hug him, but both she and Spencer made it clear that was not an option. There was something about her spanking him during the retreat that didn't really sit well with either of them. "You two are just made for each other, aren't you?" She commented before walking back towards her husband.

"Happy birthday Spencer, I hope the next time we see each other it's to ask me about an engagement ring." Her mother squeezed his cheeks and planted a kiss on each one to later repeat the process on her daughter. Aunt Becky simply waved and Tyler gave the couple a head nod before the four left the building.

There was a silence, she let go of his hand rather abruptly and separated herself from him a couple of inches as the rest of the team observed them. "Should I go set up the karaoke machine?" She asked as she tried to navigate the room.

"You should tell us why none of us knew the two of you were a thing," Morgan said.

"Agreed." The rest of the team said.

"Really, Emily you too?"

"That kiss made me doubt."

"Let me just make sure they're gone." She walked towards the entrance, as her mother's vehicle drove away she sighed with relief and made her way back to the table. "All right, let us get this over with."

"Why didn't you tell us you two were dating?" Penelope asked.

"Because we're not." She responded.

"Really? Then what was all that?" Morgan arched an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by her response.

"I asked Dr. Reid to pretend to be my boyfriend for a family event because my cousin kept telling me she was better than me and I was gonna end up alone because I was horrible and-" everybody observed her, the message clear. "Okay, she didn't say that exactly but the intention was clear! Anyway, because he went with me now my family thinks we're a couple and we have to pretend we are."

"That can't be it, please tell me you're lying and you two are actually in love," Penelope begged.

"Sorry, but Dr. Reid and I are simply co-workers who got caught in a big lie because of my big mouth." She shrugged, "Hotch, I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

"I know." He said, but something in his tone suggested otherwise.

"But that kiss though. It seemed more real than it should." JJ pointed out.

She looked at her, wanting to say something to hint that she knew about her and Spencer and that she knew that comment was coming from a place of jealousy, but she decided against it. She simply rolled her eyes, as if disregarding said kiss and made her way to the karaoke machine.

After everyone had moved on from the conversation and had begun cheering at those who participated by singing one or two songs, she decided to take a little break and get some air.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you hate me or something.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then what is it, because ignoring me and barely answering me isn’t cutting it anymore. I thought we were friends.”

“JJ, there are just some things that I can’t condone.”

“Like what?”

“Cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat, I was the first one to the office, so I grabbed the first doughnut. I am sorry if you liked chocolate glazed ones.”

“I am not talking about that! Though I am a little upset about that too!”

“Then what did I do?”

“Are you sleeping with Spencer?”

After those words came out of her mouth and JJ processed them, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh her ass off. She observed as the woman continued to laugh without a sign of stopping soon. “Me, and Spencer?” she asked between laughs, “Have you seen this?” She pointed at the ring in her hand and began to draw images with her hands as if hoping to represent that she was married, and she and Spencer were nothing but friends, she even confessed to her second pregnancy, something only Spencer knew about. But the other woman didn’t really understand, she thought everything was signaling at her avoiding to answer. “You are a funny one! Now, let’s go back inside, I will buy you a whole box of glazed doughnuts on Monday.” She managed to say as she continued to laugh, “me and Spencer? Hilarious!”

After watching her enter the venue, she waited before following suit. The whole scene seemed bizarre at best. Her confrontation had backfired and now she was back to square one on that front. On the bright side, she would be getting her chocolate glazed doughnuts so not everything was lost.

After two more hours, the venue was completely empty. Though they didn't have to go into the office the next day as she had told her mother, they all were more than happy to sleep early when given the opportunity. She had stayed behind to clean up some of the areas, hoping to make it easier for the cleaning crew the next morning.

"Do you need help with that?"

She jumped at the voice. "Jesus! What is it with you people and trying to give me a heart attack?" She said to the brunette.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help."

"Shouldn't you be heading home?"

"That's the thing, JJ and Will got a call from the nanny and they had to go. I was in the restroom, so I didn't know and they, well they left me behind." He looked really embarrassed by the situation.

Don't do it, she told herself. Don't say the words that you're thinking, she urged. "I can give you a ride home." She said despite her best efforts.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

She turned back to her duty and the silence that engulfed them was so awkward she almost backed out from giving him a ride home.

"What did I do?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a profiler, you know? And I'd like to think I'm good at my job. I know you're mad at me, I just wish I knew why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please, I can't keep going on like this. I miss you, I miss spending time together, joking around, and just being us. I really miss it and I will do anything so we can go back to being friends."

"Dr. Reid, six months ago we weren't even friends." She pointed out.

"But four days ago we were."

"Are you sleeping with JJ?" She blurted out before she processed the words.

His face went from confusion to amusement and soon he was laughing his ass off. Great, now both of them had laughed at her.

"Me and JJ? You do know she's married, right?" He said between laughs.

"Not everyone that gets married is faithful."

"You're mad at me because you thought JJ was cheating on Will with me? Why would you even think that?"

"I saw you two at the office the other day."

"JJ asked me to be the godfather of her second child. She's pregnant. And no, it's not mine." His smile grew wider as the laughter stopped as if knowing she thought he was cheating was the best news he could receive.

"Oh." She mumbled, everything making sense. JJ’s reaction, the whole signing, and laughing. The idea seemed so foreign to both of them she couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for thinking it to be a possibility. She wanted to hide under a rock and never come out again. How could she possibly think that the two of them would do such a thing? Now that she had all the pieces the idea seemed so far-fetched she couldn't even understand what led her down that path. "I-I'm sorry, I interpreted everything wrong."

"I'm glad you did though." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It gave me a really important insight."

"About what?"

"I need to tell you something." He said, and his other hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but think this was all too similar to a movie and how horrible that was, and yet how much she wished she was part of a movie in that precise moment. A part of her already knew where this was going and she felt all bubbly inside at the notion. "I like you."

"I like you too Spencer. You're my best friend." She spoke, completely shattering her internalized movie.

"No, I like you romantically. If it was up to me that kiss would have not been as short nor as innocent as it was."

"Why are you being a dumbass?" She said as she pushed his hands off her shoulders. "Quit playing, let's get you home."

He shook his head, slightly annoyed by how dense she was. "Will you please stop for a minute? I am trying to tell you about my feelings for you because I have been hiding them for days and every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hand. When I saw Luke and you, first I thought he was kind of hot, but then I saw him as a threat, and I was dying to punch him in the face. Because I want to be more than your best friend. I've probably wanted to be more than your friend for a really long time, but it took Emily barging into my hotel room and scaring Derek into the cafeteria for me to realize it and now I know that you must feel something for me, otherwise why on earth would you get so upset about the idea of JJ and I having an affair? So, can you please put the pieces together and come here so we can make out in the middle of a salon on my birthday like I dreamt last night?"

"You're joking, right?" She said, her heartbeat speeding up, half of her body wanting to run and the other half wanting to do exactly what Spencer had suggested. Well, it was more of an eighty percent for staying and twenty percent for running.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You actually like me?"

"Yes! And I'm pretty sure you like me."

"I mean, sure, you're funny and a great friend. Not to mention cute, well I guess we have to be honest here, you're hot, like really hot, but just because I see that doesn't mean I like you, does it?"

"Do you want to kiss me right now?"

"Yes! Wait, no! I mean yes! I-"

"Let me help you out a little with that." Before she could ask how Spencer had already shortened the distance between them, placing his lips on her. This was the first time they had kissed without an audience, or as a part of their fake relationship. To prove how real this was, Spencer didn't hold back. First, his hands were on her cheeks, but they slowly moved to her hair, hips, and pretty much anywhere he could find. Hers never left his hair, appreciating how soft it actually was and the fact that despite his immense love of his hair and that he despised people touching it, not once had he complained.

She thought back on her conversations with Emily, on how Reid always made her feel safe. Sitting on a couch with her head resting on his shoulder had felt so right, and the idea of losing him to JJ had made her spiral. She knew that Will's feelings were not going to be the only ones hurt if it had been true. She wanted him.

She liked him.

It was so ridiculously obvious that she had to laugh. One would think metaphorically, but since she can't ever have a good moment without ruining it, her body decided to actually laugh, interrupting what had become a heated make-out session. As she tried to stop her laughter, he looked at her, confused.

"That bad?"

"What?" She said between laughter, "no! It's not that, it's just that I am so dumb. How did I not see that I like you so fucking much?" She continued, her laugh subsiding. "Spencer Reid, will you be my real boyfriend?"

"This has to be the best birthday present ever." He smiled, “but I don’t know if I am convinced by this offer."

"How about I second it by offering a make-out session in my car, and instead of driving you to your apartment, you can stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, please!"

“Is that a deal then?”

“How could I ever say no to you.”

After what seemed like a lifetime, but also a blink of an eye, they had made their way to her apartment. His shirt was wrinkled, and both their lips were read as can be. The small hickeys that he had graciously given her were now on full display as her neck was left exposed. She opened the door and he stepped inside after her, making sure to close and lock the entrance.

“Before we go any further, I need to ask.”

“No, Spencer, I am not a virgin.” She responded with a smile.

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” She observed him, encouraging him to continue. “Are you seriously thinking of leaving the BAU to go work with that jerk?”

“First off, he’s not a jerk. You don’t need to be jealous; Luke and I are just friends. And secondly, I turned down the offer as soon as he presented it to me. I was just giving you all a hard time.”

He frowned, clearly not as amused by that knowledge as she was. “There is something you should know.”

“What is it?” Her smile faded as his expression turned to a serious and concerned one.

“I sleep on the right side of the bed.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said, I simply didn’t want you to feel bad, so I took the left side.”

“Spencer…” They almost fell as she crashed her lips to his. For others, this simple gesture might seem like nothing but knowing he would do something just to accommodate her was somehow so amazing and heartwarming. This knowledge summed by her newfound feelings were giving her the urge to pull him to her bedroom right then and there, but sadly for her, there were still certain things that needed to be addressed. “Before I undress you, and trust me I am dying to do that, I need to request something from you.”

“Anything.”

“Stop wearing tight pants to work.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have a very nice ass, I have noticed. And recently you have decided to use dress pants that don’t let me forget about this knowledge. We need to keep our relationship secret, at least for the time being, and watching you in those pants is not gonna help me, at all.”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You need to stop wearing blue.”

“But it’s my favorite color!”

“I know, and you look really good in it, like really good. It’s not good for me.” He planted a soft kiss on her neck, and that alone would have made her agreed to pretty much anything he asked.

“Okay, yes.”

“Good, now can we please get to business.”

“Never call us having sex business again.”

“Noted, as long as this isn’t the only time we have sex.”

“As if.”

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Mini Fanfic #912: Long Awaited Confession (Persona 5)

8:23 a.m. at Leblanc Café.........

Lavenza: (Examines the Enlarge Black Book That Was Given to Her as her Gift) Oh my.....So this book captures one of Edgar Allen Poe's greatest works?

Morgana: (Smiles Softly in his Human Form) Yep. I....couldn't really think of another other book you would be interested in reading beforehand, so I figured this book here could be right up your alley. I hope you like it.

Lavenza: (Smiles Softly at the Boy) Oh I wouldn't worry too about that, Mona-Chan. I haven't gotten around to reading any Edgar's stories beforehand, so I believe that it will be a remarkable first experience. Would you like to read it with me sometime?

Morgana: Yeah, I'm down. If you really don't mind me tagging along that is.....

Lavenza: Of course I don't mind. Spending time with you alone has always manages to put a smile on my face.

Morgana: (Starts Blushing) Y-Yeah....(Starts Looking Away Shyly) It.... always makes me happy when I'm with you too.....

Lavenza: (Starts Getting a Little Worrying) Is something's a matter, Mona-Chan? You seem to be burning up.... You're not having yourself a fever, are you?

Morgana: (Quickly Turns Back to Lavenza) N-No no! I'm fine, Lavenza. Really! I was just....loss in my own thoughts is all.

Lavenza: Are you sure?

Morgana: Yeah, I'm-uh.... (Takes one Look at Lavenza For a Brief Second Before Sighing) Actually, there's.... Something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now.....(Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth With a Bit of Nervous, Sheepish Like Smile) I-It's nothing too serious, but....y-you don't mind me telling you what it is, do you?

Lavenza: (Happily Shook her Head) Not at all. To tell you the truth, there's something I've been meaning to tell you as well.

Morgana: Wait. Really?

Lavenza: Yes. But....(Starts Blushing Why Looking Away From Morgana Herself) I-I think I might be having a difficult time saying it in a casual sense.....

Morgana: ('Sigh') I feel ya.... I'm more scared of how you're.gonna react if I tell you....

Lavenza: (Gives Morgana a Bit of a Reassuring Smile) Well, whatever it is you want to tell me, I promise not to make berate or poke fun at you for it.....(Starts Blushing Again) I-If you promise to do the same for me......

Morgana: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Promise. (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking Again) Okay. How about on the count of three, we could just start blurting out what it is that we want to say to each other at the same time?

Lavenza: (Starts Smiling Again) That sounds like a wonderful idea. (Takes a Deep Breath of her Own Before Putting a Bit of a Determine (Nervous) Look on her Face) I am ready whenever you are!

Morgana: (Nodded in Agreement) Right. One..........

Lavenza: Two........

Morgana/Lavenza: Three..........I HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON YOU!!/I REALLY LIKE LIKE LIKE YOU A LOT!!...Wait...(Eyes Widened at Each Other in Genuine Shock) You WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?

???????: I FREAKING KNEW IT!

????: OH HAPPY DAYS!~

The two kids raised their eyebrows in confusion as they turn their heads to see Futuba and Haru watching them behind the sofa.

Lavenza: Oh. (Smiles at the Duo a Little) Hello there, Futuba and Haru-Chan.

Haru: (Smiles Brightly at the Duo) Good morning, sweethearts. Merry Christmas!~

Lavenza: And a Merry Christmas to you as well.

Morgana: (Starts Glaring at the Two Girls in Annoyance) Have you two been spying on us this entire time!?

Futuba: Oh come now, Champ. I wouldn't say we're spying on you per say.... (Pushes her Glasses Up on her Face With a Smirk on her Face) Just observing the unforeseeable sequence of events here is all~

Morgana: You that face you're making is not helping your case, right?

Futuba: ('Scoffs') Dude, I don't care about that, man. You're about to make your move!~

Haru: Words could not express how proud I am of you, Mona sweetie!~

Morgana: ('Sigh') Thanks, mom......

Sojiro: (Walks into the Room While Sighing) Honestly....what with all of the shouting in here?....

Futuba: Sojiro! (Starts Waving her Hand at Her Father) Come over here right fast!

Sojiro: Alright. Alright. I'm coming. (Makes his Way to the Sofa) Now, tell me what's going on right now?

Futuba starts whispering the details into Sojiro's ear. It wasn't long for the Coffee Dad to give the two kids a supportive thumbs up.

Sojiro: Best of luck to you kids.

Lavenza: (Happily Bows at the Man) Thank you for the boost of confidence.

Morgana: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) Yeah. Thanks. We can PLEASE get back at topic at hand!?

Lavenza: Right. (Clears her Throat Before Turning Back to Morgana) Of course. So.......(Starts Blushing Again While Twiddling her Fingers and Looking Down to the Ground) I-Is it true that you.... really have feelings for me?...I-In a romantic sense?

Morgana: (Takes Another Deep Breath Before Speaking) Yeah....... I do. For a....bit of a long while now actually....

Lavenza: (Eyes Widened a Little in Genuine Surprise) You don't say? Since when?

Morgana: Valentine's Day. (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly at the Memory) You know, that time where you flat out declared that you would be my Valentine just to cheer me up. Which I like to thank you again for that by the way.

Haru: Awww~

Lavenza: (Giggles Softly at the Memory as Well) Ah yes. Valentine's Day. I remember the incident of that day very well. And you're very welcome by the way.

Morgana: (Chuckles Lightly) But...yeah. Thanks to that and all the other times we hangout with one another afterwards, I just.... slowly started to have feelings for you ever since. I guess the only reason I haven't told you about it before was because I wasn't entirely sure if crush was genuine or not. That and....well....(Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back & Forth Again) I...kinda figured that you wouldn't be interested in someone like me to begin with.....

Lavenza: What do you mean by that exactly?

Morgana: Well, I mean....Look you at. You're smart, kind, could literally destroy anything with a snap of a finger if you REALLY wanted to, and....('Sigh') You're pretty. (Starts Blushing Once More) Like really pretty. Probably the prettiest girl I ever have the pleasure of meeting-

Futuba: Get to the point, lover boy!~

Morgana: (Turns to Futuba with an Annoyed, Comical Glare) I'm getting to it, Futuba! (Sighs Before Turning Back to Lavenza) As I was saying, you are all those things and so much more. Meanwhile, I just.... don't feel like I'm anything special in comparison. I'm not even close to being in your league. (Starts Rolling his Eyes) Whatever THAT suppose means.......

Lavenza: I see....Well, first and foremost, I am very flattered that you would think so highly of me.

Morgana: Well.....I....meant every word of it honestly. You are amazing. At to my perspecti-

Lavenza: HOWEVER!

Morgana: (Gets Taken Back by Lavenza's Sudden Outburst) H-Huh!?

Lavenza: (Gives Morgana a Soft Glare) I do not know what this "League" business you speak of, but just because I have a few admirable qualities towards myself, that doesn't mean it make you any less amazing yourself.

Morgana: (Almost at a Loss of Words) You.... actually think I'm amazing in your eyes?

Lavenza: (Gently Grabs Mona's Hands) Of course. You're kind hearted, open minded, remarkably resourceful, and despite how long I told you this in the past, I STILL believe that you are the most handsomest boy I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. All of these qualities are more than enough reasons why I valued our friendship more than anything. And why....(Smiles Brightly) I started falling for you afterwards.

Futuba/Haru: Awwwwwwwwwww!~

Morgana: (Bashfully Rubs the Back of his Head Back Forth) Geez....... You're even more sincere about your feelings than I was.

Lavenza: Oh come now. I only speak what is from the bottom of my heart. I believe you done a more better job at your sincerity comparison.

Morgana: Kinda doubt that, but that's besides the point....So uh....does that means that you want to be....you know....

Lavenza: Be in a relationship with you. (Happily Nodded) Yes. I would like that very much. However.......

Morgana: Hm?

Lavenza: (Starts Blushing Once Again) I-I'm....still new to the essence of romance. So please forgive for me if I become inexperienced......

Morgana: (Stares at Lavenza For a Brief Second Before Giving her a Reassuring Smile) Hey, it's okay. If it makes you feel any better, I don't know much about romance either.

Lavenza: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) You don't? But you had a crush on the Panther in the past, right? I always figured that you would have some knowledge of it because of that fact alone.

Morgana: You say that, but the only thing I knew about romance was how you fallen in love with someone at first sight. So I.... can't really say I know anything else beside all of that.

Haru: (Quickly Raises Her Hand) I'll be happy to help you two on that subject!

Futuba: Same here!

Sojiro: So will I as well. If there's anything you wanna ask in general, don't be afraid to come to any us for advice and guidance.

Morgana/Lavenza: (Nodded at Sojiro in Agreement) Yes, sir.

Lavenza: (Turns Back to Morgana) Then it's settled. We will learn everything we need to know about this topic together.

Morgana: (Nodded Once More in Agreement) Right. So umm.... Question! Y-You don't have to do this if you really don't want to, but...... would it be alright if I give you a- (Immediately Gets Pulled into a Soft, Loving Hug) H-Hug?

Lavenza: (Smiles Softly) Of course. Do you like?

Morgana: (Smiles a Bit Bashfully) Y-Yeah! (Hugs Lavenza Back) Thank you. (Pulls Way From Lavenza's Embrace) H-How about we watch some Christmas Specials before we leave out of here, yeah?

Lavenza: I would like that honestl-

Futuba: Hold on a second, lovebirds!

Morgana: (Groans While Immediately Glaring at Futuba in an Annoyed Fashion) What now!?

Futuba: (Playfully Points Upward) Guess what's above youuuu?~

Morgana: What do you-(Looks Up to See a Mistletoe Hanging Above him and Lavenza Before Facepalming Himself) ('Uggggh') Don't tell me......

Futuba: Hate to be that kind of gal, but....(Starts Crossing her Arms in a Teasing Like Fashion) This is Christmas Tradition we're talking about here~

Haru: ('Sigh') Futuba......

Futuba: What? I'm just saying.

Lavenza: Yes, but if Morgana doesn't want to do the tradition, then there's no reason for you to-

Without any warning, Morgana suddenly gives the Velvet girl a bug kiss on the cheek. Causing her to blush more than usual.

Morgana: (Glares Back at Futuba) There! Happy!?

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Very, man! That was amazing!~

Haru: (Smiles Proudly at her Boy) I've never been more proud to be your mother!~

Sojiro: (Chuckles Lightly) Good on ya, kid. This kind of reminds me of a time when I kiss girl under the Mistletoe once and hoooo boy.....It was something alright.

Morgana: (Gives the Trio a Deadpinned Look on his Face While Holding a Flustered Lavenza's Hand) Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Let's just watch some Christmas Specials, alright? Come on, Lavenza.

Lavenza: (Starts Giggling More Bashfully While Placing a Hand on her Cheek And Following Behind her Newly Found Boyfriend) Okay~

The Human Morgana idea was inspired by @soaptaculart

@princekirijo

@keyenuta

@caleb13frede

@26shann

@theweebmaster31

@italian-love-cake

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