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sinkovia · 3 months

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The idea of losing you

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Angst, Mentions of suicide, Violence, Blood.

The mission had been intense, with bullets whizzing past and adrenaline pumping through your veins. You and Ghost were working together, taking down enemy operators one by one. Amid the chaos, you called out for Luna, your loyal German Shepherd, who had just finished killing an enemy operator attempting to flank your position.

With a simple command, you beckoned her over, and she trotted to your side, her ears perked up and her gaze locked onto you, awaiting your next orders. Ghost was at your side, urgently calling for reinforcements as you watched from a distance. The tension in the air was thick as you both knew that this mission was far from over.

The faint sound of approaching aircraft grew louder, and you looked up to see an ominous sight—a squadron of fighter jets streaking across the sky. Then, it happened in a heartbeat. The building where your brother was located, the very same building you had just passed moments ago, was engulfed in a fiery explosion.

Time seemed to slow as you watched in horror, the world around you muted by the deafening roar of the explosion.

Your heart shattered as the realization hit you like a tidal wave. Your brother, who had always been there for you, your rock in the tumultuous sea of your life, was now gone. The airstrike had claimed him, ending his life instantly. Beside you, Luna whined, as if echoing your grief. She felt it too; she sensed his presence vanish, and in her own way, she mourned the loss.

For a brief, agonizing moment, the mission, the gunfire, the chaos around you all faded into the background.

Ghost's firm grip on your shoulder pulls you back from the brink. He turns you to face him, and his eyes convey a stern determination. He knows you're hurting, but he also knows that there's a mission to complete. In that silent exchange, Ghost encourages you to hold on, to push through the pain. The mission is still in motion, and you can't afford to lose yourself to grief, not now, not here. With a deep breath, you muster the strength to nod, acknowledging Ghost's unspoken command.

In the days that followed your brother's funeral, your life had taken a downward spiral. Grief had consumed you, making it difficult to eat or sleep. You had distanced yourself from the team, retreating into solitude as you grappled with the loss that weighed heavily on your heart. Your teammates understood, giving you the space and time you needed to process your pain.

Through those dark days, Luna never left your side, her presence was the only thing that seemed to tether you to reality. She stayed by your side, a silent companion that understood your pain better than anyone else. On one sleepless night, you took Luna for a walk. The night air was cool against your cheeks, carrying a faint scent of pine and earth. Luna trotted beside you, her warm presence a comforting reminder of the life that still existed, despite the overwhelming grief that clouded your heart.

As you wandered deeper into the quiet night, you stumbled upon Ghost. He sat on a bench with a cigarette in hand. His gaze was fixed on the mountains in the distance. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, the soft ember glowing in the dark. You approached him, Luna at your side.

"Mind if I join you?" you asked, your voice a fragile whisper in the stillness of the night.

He glanced over at you, his eyes reflecting the dim moonlight. "Be my guest," he replied, his tone a mix of weariness and understanding. You took a seat beside him, the night air cool against your skin, and for a moment, you both sat in silence, staring at the mountains in the distance.

The weight of the world seemed to press down on your shoulders, but here, with Ghost beside you and Luna at your feet, you found a moment of respite from the relentless storm that had become your life. Finally, Ghost broke the silence, his voice tinged with concern that he couldn't conceal.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes shifting to study your face in the faint moonlight.

Ghost wasn't one to readily express his feelings, but his worry had been gnawing at him ever since you started pulling away from the team. He would never admit it to you, but your absence had left a void, and he missed the sound of your voice, the liveliness you brought to the group. Your presence had, in its own way, always been a comfort to him, a reminder of life beyond the shadows of his past.

You grounded him in a way he couldn't quite explain.

You took a deep breath, you decided to be honest with him. "To tell you the truth, I thought about ending it. Several times actually, with one quick bullet to the head. But I realised I couldnt give up, Luna needs me." You softly patted the top of her head and smile as she looks up to you. Ghosts eyes never left you, his gaze scanning over your features, lingering when he noticed the deep bags under your eyes.

"My brother gave her to me after our parents died. She’s all I have left of him. She was just a puppy when she was thrown into this hellish world of war. I can’t leave her behind. Im trying to pull myself together for her sake. Shes the only reason I havent given up."

Ghost listened, his gaze never wavering from you. He saw the pain in your eyes, the weight you carried, and he didn't know what to say. But when you looked at him, he met your gaze with sincerity. Breaking the silence, he spoke gently, his voice a calming presence in the still night.

"You're not alone in this, Y/n. The team, we're all worried about you. We care about you, and we're here for you whenever you need it."

Ghost's gaze remained on yours, his eyes reflecting the concern and genuine care he felt. "Don't push us away, we care about you more than you might realize."

Don’t push me away… I care about you more than you realize…

Words he would never dare speak to you.

"Thank you, Ghost" Your smile, though faint, warmed his heart.

The horizon began to shift, the first soft rays of the rising sun peeking over the distant mountains. Together, you and Ghost sat in the comfortable silence of the early morning, Luna at your feet, as you watched the sun rise.

A couple days after your talk with Ghost you were thrown into another mission. You were meant to infiltrate a building, and the team had split up to cover more ground. Luna was at your side as you cautiously opened a door, not anticipating the nightmare that awaited on the other side. In a fraction of a second, the situation went from under control to utter chaos. Luna leaped into action, her training taking over as she swiftly neutralized the enemy in front of you. But you failed to realize that it wasn't just one target; there was a group of them inside.

Two of them emerged from behind the door, pinning you to the floor before you could react. You struggled against their weight, your heart pounding in your chest as the situation escalated. Panic surged through you as you saw one of them raise their weapon, aiming it at Luna. The deafening gunshot pierced the air, and you watched in horror as Luna was struck, the bullet tearing through her leg. She cried out in pain, collapsing to the floor beside you, her once vibrant eyes now filled with agony. You screamed out as two men began kicking her.

"Please stop. Please dont do this!"

You were mere inches away, your arm slipped from the mens hold on you. You outstretched your hand, fingers trembling as you desperately tried to reach her, to offer any comfort you could. But they were quick to grab your arm, pinning your hands behind your back. All you could do was watch helplessly as she lay there, her gaze locked with yours, a silent plea in her eyes. The pain and guilt gnawed at your insides, the anguish of being so close yet utterly powerless to save her.

"Luna please get up."

You watched as one of the men took the pistol from his holster aiming it at her head.

"Im begging you shes all I have left please dont do this. Please just let her go."

Luna who had been looking at you the entire time lets out a low whine. All you can do is look at her.

"I'm so sorry" was all you can say before the deafening gunshot pierced the air.

The rest of your team burst into the room, and in a flurry of gunfire, they took down the enemy operatives. Ghost hurried to your side, but the tears continued to fall silently as you stared at Luna's lifeless body. Ghost positioned himself in front of you to shield you from the lifeless form her. Gently, he lifted you, cradling you in his arms, and carried you away from the room, heading towards the medevac.

Ghost had been there for you every day, his presence unwavering after the loss of your brother and your Luna. He remembered the words that had echoed in his mind, how Luna had been the last thing keeping you from ending your own life, and that thought scared him to the core. He couldn't bear the idea of losing you.

So, he checked on you constantly.

He would bring you tea at random times of the day, ask you to training sessions , and do anything he could to prevent you from being alone for extended periods. You looked okay, you had accepted every cup he brought thanking him with a small smile, joined him for training sessions, watched movies with him and the team in the rec room. He knew you were faking it, putting on a facade to shield him and the team from your pain.

Then, one day, you finally told him that you were okay.

"I'm okay, Ghost. I'm trying my best to pull myself together. It's just... a lot, you know?"

Ghost nodded, "I know," he replied, his voice gentle. "And I'm here for you, always. Dont forget that."

Ghost, ever the soldier, wanted to believe you. He wanted to believe that you were strong enough to overcome the grief and trauma that had engulfed you. But deep down, he had a nagging feeling that you were still hurting, that you weren't as okay as you claimed to be. He knew that healing from such profound loss took time, and he wished he could do more to help you through it.

You guys had just finished watching a movie in the rec room, the two of you were walking back to your rooms. His room was right next to yours, he stopped in front of his door. The nagging feeling in his heart was screaming out to him to not leave you alone. His mind flashed back to you laughing at the movie with Soap. You had made a joke that Soap thought was hilarious.

He thought that maybe you were trying your best to be okay. So he turned saying goodnight to you before stepping into his room and closing the door. He couldnt fall asleep, he had been tossing and turning for an hour. His mind wouldnt let him rest, he was worried about you. Something had kept screaming out at him to knock on your door and check on you and so he threw the covers off himself.

He opened his door and walked over to yours, he raised his fist to knock on your door when he flinched.

The sound of a gunshot made him flinch.

"Y/n?!" he tried opening the door but of course it was locked. He started to ram his shoulder against it until he finally broke through. He saw you laying on your bed, your eyes were open.

They were far away.

In your hand was a gun.

And you lay in a growing pool of your blood.

Ghosts breathing was labored as he looked at your eyes, you had been crying in your last moments. If only he had come sooner, if only he had listened to the gut feeling that screamed out at him the second he left your side. His eyes went to the small piece of paper in your hand, he carefully grabbed it, slowly opening it. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes read over the letters.

Im sorry Simon.

You noticed how hard he had been trying. Your conversations with him were always one sided before your brother and Luna's death. He was always the one listening, he never bothered to start conversations, never bothered to make plans, never offered you tea, never went to the movie nights.

He had tried his damn hardest to make sure you would be okay but it still wasnt enough.

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bby-deerling · 5 months

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behind the sea (zoro x reader nsfw)

saccharine sweet loving sex with zoro :)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 2.4k masterlist

cw: afab!fem!reader piv, oral (reader receiving), virgin!zoro, established relationship, soft soft soft zoro, part of my lil zoro x reader universe (but can be read standalone), strawhat!artist!reader (this is only relevant for like one line)

tagging: @zoros-ball-sweat, @sleepymarimo

The moon hangs high in the sky, softly guiding the ripple of the tides and the drifting of the stars. The sea is calm tonight; the air is still, and the gentle rocking of the ship is comforting and soothing. Serenity was far from an unfamiliar feeling to Zoro—he felt it when he meditated, or when completely focused and in his element, but nothing compared to the peace he felt on quiet nights like these as he holds you close as he keeps watch in the Observation Tower, with you fast asleep between his legs, back leaning against his chest.

Natural—the connection between you two was so raw, natural, and understanding. Falling in love with you was effortless; little gestures of kindness had slowly developed into fondness, and then something deeper still. Attentive and accommodating to each other’s needs, the slow, easy pace of your connection was refreshing and welcome to both of you, who were craving something simple but profound, untroubled but immeasurable, and above all, tranquil and easy, with love expressed quietly in a spattering of unspoken actions.

Blooms of growth in your relationship occurred when silent admiration failed to convey the level of sentiment you carried for each other. Brushing his thumb across your cheek one night in the Crow’s Nest of the Merry, he had decided the look in his eyes wouldn’t suffice to show you how much he cared, and he gently pressed his lips to yours. Passion and hunger had overcome you on another night, lips and tongues locked in a messy kiss in an alley behind a bar, and you had dropped to your knees, staring up at him with starry, love-struck eyes. Construction of the Sunny brought lazy midday make-out sessions on the couch in your studio that eventually led to him sliding down your torso to taste you; his tongue was initially sloppy and erratic, but you guided him gently with soft directions and fingers threaded through his hair until the cook had banged on the door to inform you lunch was ready. The intimacy you share is sacred and special, and something he was endlessly grateful for, but tonight, as he watches the way the moonlight scatters across your legs, takes in the soft, gentle rhythm of your body shifting as you breathe, and traces the curve of your sleepy smile with his thumb, he craves more.

He doesn’t check the time, but the placement of the moon tells him it was near three in the morning—heart pounding, Zoro hopes that what he has to give you is worth sacrificing your last hour of sleep for before your watch begins; as he kisses the top of your head, the sweet hum that comes from your lips gives him all the reassurance he needs that he could wake you up for any reason at all and you would simply be pleased to soak in his presence.

“G’morning, Zoro.” you mumble with a smile, nuzzling into his touch. His arms squeeze you tightly, and his heart melts at the way your grin widens; he used to worry about crushing you with his embraces, but you only seemed to want more of him, always seeking the comfort of having him pressed as close to you as possible.

“Morning.” he whispers softly in your ear, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear; a pulse of electricity races down your side and you shudder against him. Emerging further out of the groggy haze of sleep with each kiss he presses along your jawline, you become increasingly aware of his arousal, and sleepily attempt to grind against him; noticing your struggle, he uses the arm around your waist to pull your hips on top of his as he continues to press wet, heated kisses on every piece of skin he could reach.

“I want you.” he whispers, words light and barely audible as they drift upward into the air. He twitches with want as he feels the heat radiating from your burning cheeks, confidence building as he sees how worked up you are for him with such little effort.

“I want you too, Zoro.” you reply, voice breathy and dripping with excitement; vulnerable and open for him, any shyness or reservations had long been replaced with neediness and yearning. The sensual dance to reach this point had been slow and gradual, but something in the serene stillness of the night and the heat of his touches made you feel like there could never be a sweeter, more perfect time to give yourselves to each other.

“Wanna taste you first.” he mumbles, pressing sweet kisses along the column of your neck and rolling his hips into yours before pulling himself away from your warmth and settling between your thighs. A wave of nerves washes over him as he pushes your nightgown up, but the soft, encouraging, understanding glint in your eyes lights a fire in his chest.

Taking his time, he gently kisses along your thighs; the calm peace of the early morning left him in no rush, and Zoro was determined to drag out and drink up every serene, tranquil bit of intimacy you shared. When his tongue finally licks a stripe across your needy bundle of nerves, you let out a sigh and lace your fingers between his mossy strands of hair. The reassurance of your touch emboldens him to lean in closer and run his tongue along your clit in the same languid, flat strokes that he remembered you responding so well to. The soft moan that escapes your lips has him grateful for his innate ability to commit actions to his muscle memory, and he starts to relax, relying on instinct and your reactions to carry him to your high. The taste and scent of you has his head feeling dizzy, and he wants nothing more than to messily lap up every drop of your essence, but he stops himself, focused on drawing more sweet, breathy sounds out of you as you grind your hips into his face.

“Mmmfh… Feels s’good.” you sigh, grip on his hair tightening ever so slightly as you pull him even closer. For a moment he considers that drowning in your wake like this was what heaven felt like—a pleasure that a demon like him hardly deserved; however, a pirate takes what they want, and he greedily consumes all you give him and then some.

“Y-you’re gettin’ good at this, Zoro.” you whisper; you’re barely able to get the words out, mangled and jumbled on your tongue as the sweet feeling of his tongue rolling across your bud overwhelms your mind. The movement of your hips starts to become erratic, and your pulse jumps to your cheeks as you get close. Zoro’s hands slowly drift to the underside of your thighs to grasp them tightly, his tongue unrelenting in the process.

The grip of his warm, wide, strong hands on your plush skin is enough to make you let go and see white; it’s messy and intense and drawn out, and leaves tingles running through your bloodstream as you can feel your heartbeat pulse through your whole body at once. The sight of you falling apart all over his mouth leaves him staring up at you reverently, taking in every twitch, gasp, and whimper as ecstasy overwhelms your body. Pride surges through his veins at the knowledge that he did this to you—he was able to make you feel this good. As you come down from your high, he rubs soothing circles into your inner thigh with his thumb; when your senses return, the dreamy look you give him makes him simultaneously melt and twitch with need.

Gently nudging you to lay down, he hovers on top of you, stroking the side of your cheek with a soft smile before capturing your lips with his. The kiss starts out gentle, but slowly turns messy and needy; he slips his tongue into your mouth and the taste of yourself on his tongue makes you let out a sigh full of want against his mouth. “Need more of you.” he mumbles into your lips as the kiss deepens, his hands roaming across your body to touch and knead and feel any part of you he can reach.

“Please…” you whisper faintly, voice full of yearning. He breaks the kiss, and gives you a look, silently asking you if you’re certain. One of your legs hooks around him in response, rolling his hips into yours. Reaching up to stroke the side of his cheek with your thumb, you search for any doubt or hesitation in his eyes; all you find is admiration, need, and lust as he stares down at you with darkened eyes and slides off his boxers.

The night is still, and reality shatters; the only visceral and real concept that remains is the intangible thread connecting the two of you as he lines himself up with your entrance, holding your gaze with his own. Leaning down to kiss you, he means to keep his mouth on yours as his cock slides inside you, but the way your walls grip him makes his head tilt back and he lets out a shaky gasp, lips still connected by a string of saliva.

Overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside you, he gives you little time to adjust, but his thrusts are so tortuously slow and deep that they ease you into a gentle, languid rhythm. Drunk on feeling how warm and wet you are, and wanting to feel as much of you as he can at once, his tongue swirls alongside yours, settling into a rhythm that matched the thrusts of his cock inside you. Craving the feeling of his skin pressed closer to yours, you loop your legs around him, locking your grip at the ankles to pull him even deeper inside of you, and his pace picks up speed, beginning to lose himself in a haze of lust.

“I wanna get you off again. Wanna know how it feels when you come around me.” he says, voice gravelly as his hand slides down your side to rub circles into your clit. His hands are rough and motions unpracticed, but the friction makes your back arch regardless. Warmth spreads through your body as his movements start to tighten the coil in your abdomen, until a sloppy circle or slip of his hand makes the tension ebb, unintentionally keeping you on edge. He’s making you feel good, but not enough to get you to your high, and he knows it, judging by the way he grits his teeth in frustration.

Stubborn and proud, he can’t bring himself to verbally ask for help no matter how much he loves and trusts you—instead, he shoots you a look that’s somewhere between pleading and exasperated.

Show me how you like it.

A soft smile spreads across your face as you accept his silent confession of frustration and inexperience with compassion and dignity. His breathing hitches as your hand trails down your torso and place it on top of his, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. Pressing your fingers on top of his, you gently roll his fingertips in rhythmic circles around your clit; soaking your guidance in and absorbing it like a sponge, he takes note of the dips and increases in pressure that you crave, determined to get your walls to flutter around him.

The assistance you give him starts out clear and lucid, but you quickly are lost in a haze of pleasure, and he’s left to his own devices as you turn into a whimpering mess. His thrusts inside of you are slow and lazy as he focuses on the way his fingers drag across your bud; still sensitive and aching from your first climax, and worked up from his inadvertent teasing, your second high creeps up on you quickly, and your hips snap against his to send yourself falling over the edge.

Satisfied could not even begin to describe the way he feels as you grip him, body shivering and walls convulsing around his cock. Breathing heavy as strangled moans fall off your lips, he smashes his mouth onto yours and drinks up every vibration from each sound that escapes your throat. Pliant and limp beneath him, he grabs at your hips and gently massages your skin, and presses hot, messy kisses along your neck.

“That wasn’t too hard. I’ll get at least two more out of ya’ next time.” he whispers into your ear, and you can feel his cocky grin against your neck, making you flush and clench around him.

“You should give me three. One for each sword.” you reply with a soft giggle that melts away as his thrusts deepen and pick up speed, making your head dizzy and thoughts blurry. Instinctually, you tighten the grip of your legs around him, wanting to be smothered in and completely surrounded by his warmth and his love.

“Don’t forget about the fourth one.” he mumbles, voice dripping with pride. He’s close—he had nearly spilled into you when he felt your walls spasm around him earlier, but he’s so drunk on the feeling of being inside you that he does everything in his power to not let this end. However, the way he’s reduced you to a puddle of sighs and moans and gasps, eagerly clawing at him to pull him closer is too intoxicating, and his hips start to stutter. Hot, thick ropes coat your insides with no warning except the way he grabs your jaw and messily plants his lips onto yours as he cums, the taste of you still on his mouth.

“I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

Neither of you are sure who says it first as he collapses on top of you and buries his head into your neck, but you’re both mumbling it repeatedly, like a ritual, sealing an otherworldly pact to swear yourselves to each other. Waves continue to crash against the ship; the sea is still calm and gentle, and like the connection between you, is so deep and profound that there are no words or phrases to adequately express the strength of your sentiments. Despite this, you both can’t help but to try, murmuring one last love you before he gently brushes wayward hair from your face and presses his lips to yours as he slowly slides out of you.

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro x y/n #one piece smut #x reader #mdni #my magnum opus i think this melted my heart approximately 700 times when writing

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natalievoncatte · 8 months

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There was something inherently unnerving in Superman staring at her, Lena decided. She could *feel* the weight of his gaze on her. If she hadn’t know better, she would have thought that he was trying to steal glances at her. Of course, there was the matter of Lois Lane and all that, and Lena was assuredly not his type. She was, after all, a Luthor.

But he kept staring.

Lena listened to the mission briefing, feeling a bit detached. Her work here was done; she’d worked out the math and it was up to Kara and her cousin to push the asteroid just so, to return it to its proper orbit and send it on its merry way.

It was routine, if two people with godlike powers pushing millions of tons of rock through space could be said to be normal.

There was only one problem.

Clark.

Kept.

Staring.

Lena looked away from him, then slipped out of the room, looking up at the sky. She could see the offending space rock just barely, and extended her arm, covering it with her thumb, one eye pinched shut.

“Hey.”

Kara was in the doorway, not quite emerging onto the balcony. She’d suited up in her space suit, a new design of Lena’s that outfitted her in a stark white with a glowing amber light behind the red-gold frame of her family crest. Lena was proud of her work. It carried a sufficient air supply and was shielded against radiation, just on the off chance they Kara met something up there that bypassed her immunities.

Kara had her helmet tucked under one arm and her hair up on a tight bun, and she looked absolutely dashing. Lena couldn’t help but grin like a big kid, as worried as she was.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” said Lena. “You look good in that.”

“Of course I do, you made it,�� said Kara.

She broke across the balcony in three quick strides, and from the way she canted her head, Lena thought it might finally happen. She might crack that last barrier and press her soft lips to Lena’s, stealing some luck to take with her, and stealing Lena’s breath away.

Kara had stolen her heart years ago.

She didn’t, though. Rather than a hug, she ducked down and brushed her forehead lightly against Lena’s, before quickly pulling back.

“Come right back,” said Lena.

“You know it,” said Kara. “Want me to bring you something from my trip?”

“Just come back safe.”

Kara grinned her cocky grin and offered Lena a little salute.

“It’s time,” Clark said, from the doorway. Lena hadn’t even noticed his presence.

He was staring at both of them, now. Lena turned away. The pair stepped back inside, Clark speaking to Kara in clipped, rapid Kryptonese. Lena couldn’t parse it quickly enough, but she made out something about scents.

The mission was not routine.

Lena’s work was perfect. The data was not. Lena white knuckled the railing in her hands as the asteroid drifted down, skimming the Earth’s atmosphere and carving out a channel of unbound flame.

Alex was frantically demanding a status update, but neither Kryptonian answered her. There was only static. Lena watched the control room monitors, and her hands felt as cold as the steel they grasped. She felt utterly numb, on the verge of screaming.

Then the speakers crackled. It was Kara.

“I’m sorry, Lena,” Kara rasped out. “I made a mess of your suit.”

They landed a few minutes later. Kara was the worse for wear, with some of the reinforced plating melted off on her left side. She spun a harrowing tale of struggling to correct the rock’s course, Clark nodding along silently beside her. Lena locked eyes with Kara and let out a slow, agonized breath. She was okay. She was okay this time.

She’d always be okay. Right up until she wasn’t.

After, when Kara had been pried out of her suit, with her cousin’s help, and changed into a hoodie and leggings, she attacked the buffet that was laid out for the two of them in the cafeteria. Shoving around celestial bodies in as hungry work.

When Lena turned and saw Superman staring at her again, she decided she’d had enough and squared up to him.

“Okay, farmboy. Out with it. Why do you keep staring at me?”

“I was waiting for Kara to say something,” he said, “but I guess she’s too shy or she’s worried about what I’ll think. It’s okay with me if you two are together. I don’t hold your name against you.”

Lena’s brain about leaked out of her ears.

“Together?”

“Of course. I noticed earlier that her heartbeat synchronizes to yours whenever you’re in the room, and of course she’s been scent marking you.”

“She’s been what?”

Clark shifted on his feet, either from her tone or her expression or both. He looked strangely young.

“Oh, uh, I see. Anyway I need to get going, long flight back to Metropolis.”

Lena barely noticed him leaving. She stood in the same spot far too long, staring at the refrigerator. She was still standing there when Kara came up alongside her.

“Hey.”

Of course, she was devastating. Kara was in black leggings and a threadbare hoodie that was actually Lena’s, and padding around the place barefoot. Her golden tresses spilled around her shoulders in loose waves, held back by her glasses. The dashing bravado was gone and she was soft, warm, equally lovely Kara again.

“You scared me up there,” said Lena.

“You kept me safe with your suit. You always do.”

Lena looked Kara in the eye. Kara had the most lovely eyes, a gorgeous deep blue that could be as heavy as winter storm or as light as a summer breeze

“I heard what Clark said.”

Lena swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

“He caught me red handed,” Kara added.

Lena wondered if she should laugh it off, or make a joke. Kara smiled, pulling her gaze away in a slightly embarrassed way, her cheeks turning a rosy pink.

“Does Kryptonian scent marking mean what I’m guessing it means?”

“It, um, it does.”

“This is how humans do it,” Lena whispered, diving headlong into Kara’s space.

She ducked just a little, tilting her head back, and Kara read her intentions perfectly. Their lips came together, and their first kiss was quick and soft, a promise for later, when there would be only fairy lights and Kara’s couch and soft, eager explorations full of slow, desperate intensity.

For now, Kara simply took Lena’s hands in her own, and very gently nuzzled her nose against Lena’s, breath ticking her lips.

“Take me home, space cowgirl,” said Lena.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #Clark cameo #Kryptonians are Aliens

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ceriphea · 8 months

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A Starry Night

Summary: A perfectly clear night left you to reminisce your time with Astarion. Allowing him to explore his own boundaries, he's finally made the plans to spend a night full of pleasure and joy out of his own free will with you.

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav(Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, little plot, oral sex, graphic language

Words: 4065

Additional: I may have just created a whole new side tumblr and satisfied my urge to write this down despite not long ago saying I wouldn't be writing anymore. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the read! I aimed to keep from descriptions of Tav so you could picture your own as best as possible. :)

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The night was quiet. Much quieter than usual. Quieter anyway since Lae’zel and Shadowheart decided to put peace on their bickering and allow another to live in each other’s presence. Most of the camp had been resting as it was your turn to keep watch for the night.

Not that there was much to look out for. If you don’t count random appearances of Mizora or vampire spawns. Most nights went by peacefully at this point. The only thing possibly interrupting a good night's rest were dunkards stumbling by the little camp your group had settled down in.

Your eyes were settled on the sky, clear as ever. Every single star was visible to your eyes and it brought a small smile across your lips. It reminded you of your first night with Astarion.

The two of you had started out as a fling. Something to make your situation a little more passable. After all, who didn’t enjoy good sex? However as time progressed and the more nights the two of you had spent together, the more the simple fun of having sex turned into feelings for another. It came easier for you than for the vampire.

Astarion was troubled, damaged from the years of torture and pain he had endured. The closer you became, the more you learned about his trauma. And that was how you learned that Astarion had not enjoyed himself during sex for a long time. Your initial reaction was hurt. Mainly because of your own trauma that you carry with yourself as well as the fact that you’d like to think you’d do well enough to please your partners. Though after the initial reaction you understood. For him sex had always been a technique for his victims. A mere measure to bait people into aiding to his will. And he did in fact enjoy what you two had just the drive was not what it was meant to be.

It was then, when you established your relationship with Astarion, showing him you cared about him beyond sex, that you told Astarion you wouldn’t have sex until he felt ready for enjoying it for the act that it is between two people that like each other. Not because he felt like he needed to just for the sake of it. To get an advantage out of it.

There were many times he had tried getting it on with you when you offered him your neck. He tried because he felt like he owed you for allowing him to drink off of you. However each time you turned him down for him to underline your point and make him understand he didn’t need to do something just to pay you back. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have sex with him, you loved having him since he had been your best partner. You just wanted him to stop feeling like he was forced to have sex with no real meaning to him.

He understood after a while and now it had been a good amount of time since the last time you slept together. You couldn’t even recall how long exactly. Not that your mind was allowed to drift any further as the elf in question settled down to sit beside you.

“Pardon me, my love but I felt like my presence was required here,” Astarion said playfully, his red orbs gazing at you intently. Some of your thoughts must have slipped through to him thanks to that worm inside of your head. There was never any telling which thoughts you’d get to keep to yourself and which would be transferred over your illithid connection.

“Oh, did you now?” you inquired with a quirked brow aimed at him, trying to play it off like you haven’t been thinking all about him.

“Your thoughts are louder than you think, darling. It’s a surprise you haven’t woken up anyone else. Or perhaps they are now having sweet dreams about me,” he shrugged with a smirk, not once did his eyes leave yours. A slight blush crept upon your cheeks, fearing he heard more than you had expected. Not that it was anything to be ashamed of really but still, sometimes you liked to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“You wish,” scoffing, you rolled your eyes and let your eyes drift back to the sky again. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Astarion standing back up, his hand coming into your sight, an offer to help you up. “Come, I’d like to show you something.”

Once again your eyes met his before darting to his hand and back to his eyes. You were meant to keep watch and not exactly meant to go away from your post. And if you went with Astarion it could range anything from a few minutes to hours. As if he read your mind once again, the pale elf clicked his tongue and almost pushed his hand into your face.

“Come, no one is going to die. We’ll only be gone… shortly.” You knew he was full of shit but there was nothing else you could say against him. Finally placing your hand in his, Astarion pulled you to your feet. Instead of letting you go however, he pulled you in flush against him and pressed a peck to your lips. “There you go, now come on.”

Letting go of your hand, the vampire then started leading the way away from camp. It wasn’t exactly far but far enough to barely see the campfire flickering. The air here was slightly clearer, the streets now empty. It was rather late at night, anyone awake at this time was either at a tavern or in their homes.

“So where exactly are you taking me?” you asked, following your lover along. “If I tell you that would ruin the surprise. Now shush, we’re almost there.” A low chuckle escaped his throat. It was not exactly strange for him to have this sort of behavior, however something about him on this particular night just told you that he had something up his sleeve.

A minute or two later the two of you had arrived at a house, empty by the looks of it but kept well in shape. Astarions slight fingers worked on the lock before opening up the door and inviting you in as if it was his very own house. Did you just let him break into a random home without any complaint? Yes, you did. In many views the two of you had shared your perspectives and breaking into places was a common ground. Whether the group needed loot or your information was in it.

You figured that Astarion perhaps found some hidden treasure in here and wanted to reserve it for just you and him. It wouldn’t be the first time he had chosen to keep some valuables from the group in order to fend for you and him. But once you had entered the house, the elf swiftly moved behind you and chose to cover your eyes with his hands. You could feel his mouth near your ear by his warm breath first before he whispered, “Now walk as I tell you and keep those pretty eyes closed until I tell you to open them.”

Something about the way he spoke sent a tingle through your stomach and into your core. Perhaps it was a bit of deprivation of intimacy that made any sensual act like this even more exciting to you.

You trusted him with every single step, letting him guide you through the house that couldn’t be any quieter. Standing still for a moment, you heard him opening another door before your path continued shortly before you came to a final stop. “Open your eyes, my love,” his last words drew out in a seductive tone while his hands removed from your eyes. Opening them, you blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting in the room which was merely the night sky and the moon shining in through a wide set of windows.

Before you displayed a master bedroom, decorated neatly with a bed bigger than you’ve seen in the past few years of your adventures. This wasn’t just some treasure he had found, this was more. And the thought of it alone sent a contraction of urgency through your core, leaving a damp feeling in your pants. Oh, how weak you were. You didn’t dare speak, still taking in the room as Astarion came into view, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“What do you think, dear?” his voice was merely above a whisper while his eyes burned into yours. Slowly Astarion inched closer, close enough to wrap one of his arms around your lower back, pulling you flush against his chest. Even if you wouldn’t say anything, your hardened nipples pressing through your thin linen shirt against his chest would tell him everything.

“Who have you bribed to get in here?” you teased, not wanting to give into him too quickly. He knew how much you wanted him, you didn’t need to tell him.

“There was this drunk dwarf tumbling through the streets. I may have convinced him that this is in fact not his home. And by the looks of it, it may very well not be. Not for tonight anyway,” of course Astarion had to respond in a snarky manner just before his voice turned seductive again. You knew where this was going. And this time around, you weren’t going to stop him. All his last attempts had been whenever it wasn’t really convenient, mostly out in the open. This time he had taken the effort to find a nice and comfortable bed, a place of warmth.

“But you and I both know we aren’t here to talk about such unimportant matters. Rather we are here because I want to devour you,” he started, his voice dangerously low while his eyes darkened in desire, “I want to love on you. Every single inch of you.”

He had barely touched you and yet your cunt was getting drenched in arousal by the second. It had been a while since Astarion voiced his desires for you in this way and oh, it was a turn on. The room immediately felt a dozen degrees hotter as your lips crashed against Astarions, moving in a passionate pattern while his hand that was initially resting along your waist from being wrapped around you, moved down to cup your ass. One of your hands slid up his chest and further up until it was settled on the back of his head, grasping a handful of his hair while the vampire deepened the kiss. A small moan escaped your lips when the hand on your ass gave you a firm squeeze. You were almost sure that were his fingers to wander further inward and to your core, he could feel your wetness through your linen pants.

Though instead of wandering to your core, his hand wandered to the back of your thigh, his other hand joining on the other thigh before he picked you up. Both your legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Within a few quick strides Astarion carried you over to the bed and more or less dropped you onto the soft sheets.

Once more your lips met in a matter of passion and lust while the vampires hands now made their way to explore your body, tugging at your shirt in order to remove your clothing from your body. You were just about to interrupt the kiss and stop his wandering hands for a moment in order to ask him if he was certain this was what he wanted. That’s when your tadpoles connected and he let you know that this was something he wanted out of his own free will. Something he wanted to enjoy.

And therefore you only deepened the kiss, allowing your own hands to wander his body now, tugging at his very own shirt and pulling it over his head. Astarion used that moment to remove your shirt as well just before his mouth latched back onto you. This time however his lips met your collarbone, actively leaving out your neck. He did his best kissing your skin and nibbling at you without letting his teeth graze your skin. Your eyes closed as the vampire moved to devour you just as he had announced before.

Starting at your collarbone, his lips traveled down towards your breasts. While his hands cupped your round mounds, his tongue darted out tracing a wet line from the top of your breast to your hardened nipple and around it before his lips closed down on the sensitive nub providing it with a short sense of suction before letting his normal teeth tease for a moment. Then he moved on to do the exact same thing to your other breast. You couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, indecisive whether you wanted to close your eyes and simply enjoy the feeling or whether you wanted to watch him with his intense stare on you, aching to give you the pleasure he feels you deserve.

The choice came easy as your eyes automatically closed the second his lips started traveling further south past your navel and to the hem of your pants. Elegant fingers slipped right beneath the hem, taking your underwear with them as Astarion removed your pants in one go, leaving you entirely bare in front of him.

Only now that a slight breeze of air met your core, you realized just how wet you were. It was a surprise you hadn’t completely drenched your pants between your legs. Taking one of your ankles in hand, Astarion began peppering kisses all along the inside of your leg, positioning your leg angled on the bed and letting his lips travel until he almost met your core. Then he moved onto the other leg, once again mirroring the exact same motions which now had you with your legs spread and Astarions head lingering right in front of your raging hot core. “I want you to look at me while I feast on that delicious cunt of yours,” his voice was even lower now, arousal and hunger clouding his own senses while his hot breath fanned against your wetness. Just as he ordered you opened your eyes and glanced down at the elf between your legs. He looked like he had been starving for weeks and had the first real meal in front of him. And just like that he settled in and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place as his tongue darted out between your folds, licking a long stripe up to your pulsating clit.

Once there his tongue ran slow circles around it. Once, twice and then his lips closed around the sensitive nub. He varied the pressure of his suction, earning several moans from you while it became increasingly more difficult not to roll your eyes into the back of your head and crumble under the pleasure you were feeling. Eventually he released your clit only to drag his tongue back through your folds, working you in all your favorite patterns. It didn’t take particularly long until you could feel your orgasm building up, blame it on the amount of time it had been since the two of you had sex.

Astarion could tell you were getting close, his thumb finding your clit to rub circles on it while his tongue kept swirling around your folds as well as penetrating your core to pleasure those sweet spots inside of you. Without warning your vision blurred while your insides contracted, attempting to clench around a cock yet being left empty while your orgasm rushed through you.

The vampire consumed every drop of your cum, working you through your orgasm until your hips stopped twitching. Your chest was heaving from your previous release, eyes once again meeting Astarion when he slowly withdrew himself from you if only to get rid of the rest of his clothing. His erection was standing tall and proud, precum smeared all across his tip. You licked your lips at the view. He moved in closer until he was leaning above you, almost getting into position. However you wanted to return the favor as much as you were dying to feel him inside of you. Your first thought was to just toss him over and take the upper hand, however this was all about giving him the choice. So you opted to give him the choice once more.

Before he had lined himself up at your entrance, you covered yourself with a hand and gazed straight into his eyes as he met yours with confusion. “May I suck you off?”

To others it may have seemed like a stupid thing to ask, however you wanted him to know he had all the freedom in the world to choose what he wanted. Astarion remained confused for a second or two more before capturing himself and nodding. “Of course darling, I’d love nothing more than to feel those sweet and luscious lips around my cock.”

His voice was almost like a purr as he removed himself from above you and settled down on the bed, leaned up against the headpost while you scrambled up to position yourself between his legs. Your core was still pulsating from your release or was it the need of being filled by that long and thick shaft that stood tall and proud in front of your face?

One soft hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a pump or two as your lips traced kisses along his thighs until they settled at his balls, traveling up the length of him slowly until you reached his tip. Your hand settled at the base of his shaft, holding him in place now while your tongue slowly swirled around his tip, earning low moans from the vampire. You could tell he was less used to this sort of act as his eyes darted between arousal and uncertainty. With help of your tadpole you let him know that he was allowed to stop you whenever he felt like he needed to.

Your lips wrapped around his tip all the while your tongue still swirled around him. Keeping the pace slow, you slowly started taking him more into your mouth, relaxing your throat in order to take him as much as your body would allow. His breath hitched within his throat, chest heaving with pleasure while his eyes never left yours. Picking up the pace, your head started bobbing along his length, using the hand at the base of his cock to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

It wasn’t long however until Astarion gently pulled you off of his cock by your hair. His eyes had an apologetic touch within them before he spoke. “I need to have you, my love,” he spoke in an urgency. You understood and you wanted him to be in full control. “And I need you,” you responded with a gentle smile as you leaned up to capture his lips with yours. Your release still lingered on his lips, shooting another wave of heat right through to your core.

Astarion didn’t waste time deepening the kiss, easily spinning the two of you around in order to have you pinned beneath him again. With ease he settled between your legs, allowing his length to slide along your wetness a couple of times before reaching between you in order to line himself up with your entrance.

With one long push the vampire filled you with his entire length, stretching your insides deliciously. A gasp left your mouth at the fullness you had missed all this time. Astarion couldn’t keep himself from letting out a shaky breath either. He remained still within you for a moment or two, simply relishing in the feeling of your insides contracting around him over and over as your insides adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you.

“Please, fuck me…” you whispered against his lips, unable to take the stillness of him inside you any longer. Without any further notice, he withdrew himself almost entirely from you only to slide his entire length into you again. He kept on repeating the motion until he had picked up a moderate pace, each thrust earning a moan from you. You could tell it was different. Astarion had always been a rough lover. Fast and hard thrusts were his thing. Just a small glimpse at his face told you the whole story. Of how he was taking it slow in order to find his pleasure, his desire for this. His lips were kissing along your collarbone again, moving up to your neck until he hesitated.

Noticing the hesitation, your hand came up to the back of his head, bringing him in closer to your neck. You knew exactly what he was getting at. Or why he was hesitating. “Do it,” you moaned softly with his next thrust and that was all the confirmation he needed. His teeth immediately dug into the soft skin of your neck, the stinging pain feeling yet so pleasurable.

As he was drinking from you, Astarion had picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and quicker. At this point he barely pulled even halfway out before his cock slammed back into you, brushing past all the good spots. Your moans picked up in volume, the mixed feeling of your cunt being pounded while your neck was being fed on combined an amount of pleasure you couldn’t even describe.

Astarion felt it too, the pleasure of the entire situation, how tasting your blood made his cock turn indefinitely harder, how your cunt clenched and your thighs quivered with each of his thrusts. And he knew that all of this was because he wanted it. Not because he had to gain advantage for something or to manipulate someone. He released your throat for a moment, the blood running down your neck and dripping onto the pillow beneath you, if only to moan out your name, “Tav..” he grunted, knowing his release was near. Slyly lifting your legs a little over his waist, you caused his cock to change the angle within you, brushing right past your g-spot and close to hitting your cervix with every thrust.

“Astarion..” you moaned in return, feeling your own release coming in closer. His head lifted from your neck, wanting to see your face and he hooked his arms underneath your knees and essentially lifted you up higher as his hips pounded against you. The sound of skin slapping against skin as well as both of your moans echoed throughout the room. It only took one more thrust and you were sent over the edge. Your thighs quivered against his hold, hips twitching and insides clenching wildly as your second orgasm of the night rushed through you. It felt like you lost control over your body as you were not able to control a single movement.

Seeing your pleasure filled self, Astarion pushed himself deep inside of you, his body coming to rest flush against you as his release emptied all the way inside you, his own hips stuttering with just how much he came.

Once he emptied himself entirely and both your bodies calmed from the intensity of your orgasms, he pulled his member out and settled on the non-bloody side of the bed, pulling you into his tight embrace.

“That was marvelous, darling…” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, not minding the blood remaining at the corners of his mouth. “Thank you.”

His voice was sincere and you knew this was it. He found his control. His own will. The one thing you had been working on with him. “Not for this, my beloved.” You countered softly, finding his lips for a kiss. You stopped caring for the taste of blood a long time ago.

The two of you had laid together, calming from your highs for a while longer. However this was not the end of the night just yet. You lost count of just how many times the two of you had sex that night. All you knew was that your shift of staying guard for the camp was long forgotten.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x fem!tav #fanfic #fanfiction

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zorosdimples · 21 days

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DUSK, RESPLENDENT

pairing ⟢ astarion x gn!reader

warnings ⟢ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. not sexually explicit, but highly suggestive… smut-lite! descriptions of blood, blood sucking, bite marks, scars, etc. this occurs after astarion first feeds from tav. reader has breasts and a vagina and is called “beautiful” once (i swiped a line from the game).

word count ⟢ 1208

notes ⟢ this particular scenario has been rotting my brain since september. my first official bg3 fic—please enjoy!

It’s impossible to miss the heat of his crimson gaze scorching your flesh.

You’ve felt it ever since the night you discovered his secret: that quiet evening when the stars shined as silent sentinels, the embers of the campfire danced into ash, and the ghost of a breath roused you. You offered Astarion your neck—swanlike, untouched, vital—prey allowing predator a taste of divinity as he buried his glistening fangs into your skin. Agony bled into a hazy euphoria as the vampire fed on your lifeblood. You barely had enough stamina to push him off (lest he leave you drained and lifeless), rivulets of you the color of his irises running from his gums to his chin, dripping onto the forest floor.

Many moons have since passed, though your mind always revisits the feeling of his weight atop yours, the strength of his jaw, the vitality in his sated stare. The sun starts its golden descent as you bathe in a creek by camp. You scrub your skin with vigor, almost without care as you seek to shed layers of sweat, grime, and gore. The midsummer air is stifling and the cicadas play their shrill song, but the chilly caress of the water makes you giddy.

It takes no small effort, but once your hair and body are stripped bare (clean enough), you remain in the water and watch pinks and oranges and yellows bleed and bloom across the wide sky. Some may say that resting for even a moment in a situation like yours—with a mindflayer parasite in your brain—is to accept death. But if you were to die at this very moment, surrounded by beauty? You couldn’t dream of a more peaceful end.

You feel your visitor’s presence before you see or hear him. It starts as an itch at your nape, nagging and unsettling—insistent. “Enjoying the view?” The playful lilt of Astarion's smooth voice never fails to set your nerves alight.

As you turn to face him, the water laps at your collarbone. You spy the pale elf along the bank, donning only his breeches. Cheeky bastard. “I could ask you the same,” you quip.

“I am indeed.” Lithe fingers tease the waistband of his pants. “But I can't help but feel as though something is missing.”

Walking a few steps toward the shore, you reveal more flesh, water skimming the top of your breasts. “It wouldn’t happen to be a rogue vampire, would it?”

“And if it is?”

“He should join.”

You sink beneath the creek’s surface, allowing him some privacy and urging your face to cool down. When you plant your feet on the silty ground and stand up, you rub crystalline droplets from your eyes and blink a few times before your companion comes into focus.

“Hello, beautiful,” he greets with a smirk before approaching you, dexterous fingers grasping and pulling at the fat around your hips. “I can't help but feel as though you’ve been avoiding me.”

Without thinking, your fingers weave through Astarion's moonbeam hair, gently tugging on the curls. The elf pulls you closer with a pleased hum. “Whatever gave you that impression?” you ask.

“Don’t play coy; I haven't so much as gotten a breath alone with you.” His gaze softens; you see a flash of vulnerability, but all too soon, it disappears. “Do you…regret this?” A chilly thumb grazes the puckered scar on your neck. The featherlight touch plucks a shudder from you, your spine bowing—strung for him.

“Quite the opposite,” you admit. Your attention flits down to his lips. Maker, you know they would feel divine dancing with your own, slipping down to carry the tune across your flesh, skating lower and lower until—

“So,” he says, palms sweeping up your arms and the slope of your shoulders until they rest on either side of your neck. He strokes the delicate flesh, his touch unhurried yet charged; restless. “You wouldn’t begrudge me another taste, hm?”

Perhaps you should be embarrassed by how eagerly you want this to happen, how many times you’ve envisioned him tasting your blood again—and perhaps tasting something more (such thoughts have fueled many solitary searches for pleasure within the canvas walls of your tent). But living in the dusky shadows of near-certain death has made you hopelessly brazen.

You lean in, petal-soft lips grazing one of his pointed ears. “It’s yours for the taking.”

Astarion’s irises darken at your words, pools of congealed blood. He drops his head and presses a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to your scar, his molten breath warming your body, melding you to his touch.

He bares his fangs and bites you, piercing the puffy tissue, a satisfied groan rumbling his throat and resonating in your veins. The pain is dizzying but dulls quickly, the jarring sensation of knife-sharp incisors tearing your flesh carried away by the flow of the creek. Fuzzy pleasure soon clouds your mind. The sloppy lap of the elf’s tongue against your wound is all you can discern; you want to feel him everywhere.

The vampire’s moans shudder deep within his chest and reverberate through your body from where you're connected, vibrating lower until they settle in your core. A delicious pressure rocks against your belly and seems to relish the softness. It feels like he gluts for an eternity—like this is all you know—housed within a single, precious breath.

When Astarion surfaces, fangs retracting, you stumble in his embrace, coming down from your high. The ache of want remains as you rest your forehead against his freckled shoulder, and morphs into need as your vision clears. His eyes are unfocused, crazed with bloodlust; you’ve never seen them so red, glowing like moonlit wine. His chin is slick with ichor, and—absentmindedly or not, it’s impossible to tell—his tongue darts out to mop up some of the remnants of your sweetness.

One, two, three heaves of your chests pass before you crash together with a swiftness that betrays desperation, errant waves succumbing to the tide.

You never liked the tang of your blood until you tasted it on Astarion’s silken lips. It’s…cloying. The syrupy copper overwhelms your senses as the elf smears a claret gash across your mouth. He drunkenly sucks on your tongue, fangs nicking the muscle, urging you to give him more. Your fingers twist and twirl the pearly down that covers his chest as he squeezes your ass, pulling you so close that not even a whisper could get between you. You’re engulfed in a heady fire, one that can’t be put out by the cool water around you—especially as the vampire’s cock nestles between your clenched thighs, bumping against your clit.

A crashing sound in the surrounding forest interrupts your shared bliss. The moon ascended and the stars awoke while you were wrapped up in one another. Lightning bugs glimmer and flit through the dark woods, and you know that you both need to leave. Supper will be soon; any absences will be noticed. But before he pulls away, Astarion places a prim kiss on your lips.

“Meet me by the campfire after everyone else has fallen asleep,” he whispers against your cheek.

Your heart trills as you watch him disappear into the night—excited for the adventure to come.

#if this is messy i’m sorry i just had to let it go. it’s imperfect but it’s full of love (and lust)#banner is a detail of ‘sunset on the sea’ (1872) by john frederick kensett #astarion x reader #bg3 x reader #astarion <3 #༄ kae writes

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punktactical · 2 months

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INSANITY , dracule mihawk

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summary ; mihawk would do anything to get his lover back.

warnings ; gender neutral reader , angst , character death , implied depression , slight necrophilia ? ( kissing a dead person )

a/n ; this was gonna be smut but like . . . i wasnt ready to write it yet. i wanted the sadness to sink in first. maybe i'll do a part two if im convinced x3 ( im working on requests at the moment, maybe drop one if u want !! )

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death is devastating.

to know someone will never come back and that you'll never see them in person again, it's agonizing. especially when you have unfinished business with them.

it's like mold, growing the more you refuse to clean it. to clean it would mean to rid of the thought, how could you ever rid of that person you love?

how could mihawk ever get rid of you?

the only person who ever stood by him, who kept pushing towards him, who understood him.

the day you died, you took a piece of him with you. the day they lowered your casket into the ground, they lowered him as well.

it's been hurting, rotting. he needs that piece of him back.

he needs you back.

which is what leads him to the graveyard, with a shovel and an empty bottle of wine. his forehead was slick with sweat, mixing in the drops of rain pouring from the night sky. the thoughts had been plaguing his mind, spotting his vision with images of you, distorted and distraught. he needed to get rid of them, to bring you back for good.

the shovel plummeted into the ground, mud plastering itself onto his wet boots. the rain continued to pour, small puddles now surrounding him. the lightning cracked, shooting through the sky. on rainy days like these, you'd often beg mihawk to watch the rain pour. he'd always decline, but now he only wishes he could go back and sit with you all those times.

there's a pile of wet dirt growing and growing, the longer he scoops its up, growing closer to where they put your body. the shovel wasn't enough, it couldn't pull enough dirt. so, he tosses it to side, gets on his knees, and begins scratching and shoveling through the dirt with his bare hands.

dirt finds itself under his usually clean nails, but he could care less. he couldn't wait any longer. his sweetheart was only a casket away.

the rain soaked his white button up, sticking to his toned body. his hair was damp, loose strands falling over his face. nobody would believe it, that the world's greatest swordsman was on his knees, digging up his deceased lover. it was pathetic, sad, how someone as simple as you had him throwing his pride away.

his fingers felt the touch of a hard surface, his stomach dipping. there it was, the box that held the only thing he wanted. for a moment, a grin stretches across his face. it's maniacal. his eyes were blown, the once hazel orbs now full-on gold, glowing in the rainy night.

his hands grip the sides of the casket, nails digging into the wood. with all his might, he pulls over the lid, finally revealing it. you.

there you laid, eyes closed. mihawk chuckled sadly. you were as beautiful as you were the day you died. your skin was drained of color, sickly looking. he only stared at you for a moment, taking in your image. he couldn't believe it. you were finally back, in front of him. with him, right where you belonged.

a droplet of rain falls onto your face, breaking mihawk out his trance. he scrambles to grab your limp body, holding you close to his wet body. he kissed your face, lacking the warmth you once carried with your presence. mihawk spoke softly, voice slightly cracking.

"shh . . . i know it's cold, my love. we'll be back home soon, in warmth, together."

the world's greatest swordsman had lost his mind.

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#one piece #one piece fanfiction #light angst #one piece angst #angst #dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader #mihawk smut #mihawk angst #one piece smut #hes lost his mind #dark content #punkz postz

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vsenyatargaryen · 1 year

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Nerves of Fire

a|n; I love the idea so much!😂 hope you like this @witch-of-letters

Daemon Targaryen x Platonic Daughter!Reader , Rhaenyra Targaryen x Platonic Daughter!Reader

warnings: fluff

Translations; Kepa ~ Father || Muña ~ Mother

There had been very few times in his life where Daemon Targaryen could remember feeling nervous. He had always been so self assured, and though he understood the many dangers of the world, he always thought ahead - always felt prepared for whatever might come his way. That side of his nature had only grown after Rhaenyra gave birth to their first child. A beautiful daughter. You.

At the age of 8, you had found yourself your very own dragon. One that neither he nor Rhaenyra expected.

Your parents could scarcely believe it as you described first meeting your dragon, named ‘Cannibal’ by the small folk of Dragonstone, on the island where you lived. You told them the tale of how you bonded with him, managing to calm him as he stood guarding over the remains of various carcasses. He was terrifying and magnificent all at once. You’d never felt such an array of excitement and fear, but you knew, in your heart - he was meant to be by your side. He was meant to be claimed by you.

The first sighting your parents had of you flying on Cannibal’s back around Dragonstone felt like something from a dream. The dragon was so calm, so content in your presence. The opposite to the usual ravenous dragon who terrified the local people, animals and dragons.

Despite being one of the largest dragons, he navigated the sky with such ease, his wings gliding through the wind. You were so small and fragile in comparison, but it was like you were born to be carried by him.

“Kepa! Muña! Will you come and meet him now?” You rushed into your parents' chambers, paying little attention to the ladies in waiting styling your mothers hair for the upcoming tourney, or the septa calling your name as she tried to catch up with you after running off from your lessons. Spending the day with your dragon sounded much more interesting.

You were quick to be at your fathers side as the septa caught up with you, panting for breath.

“I apologise, your grace, my prince,” she looked between your parents, wide eyed. “l tried to get her to stay at her lesson.”

“I am not a dog,” you commented.

Rhaenyra and Daemon shared a glance, your father unable to hide his smirk at your reply. You seemed to resemble your parents more every day, a fact he found such pride in.

“Thank you, septa,” your mother replied with a polite smile. “She can spend the rest of the lesson with her father.”

The septa bowed her head and left, closing the door behind her.

You turned to your mother with a furrowed brow, “When will you meet Cannibal, Muña?”

Rhaenyra leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll come and join you once I’m finished here, sweet girl,” she told you, and you grinned in response before taking your fathers hand in yours, unable to hide your excitement.

“Come along, Kepa,” you tugged at him, “before I send you to the septa.”

“She wouldn’t want to deal with me,” Daemon laughed, letting you lead him out of the chambers and through the corridors.

Despite the nerves gradually growing inside him at the thought of coming face to face with the infamous wild dragon who feasted on his own kind for the first time, he knew couldn’t let you down.

After all, he would do anything for you. Even stand in front of the Cannibal himself.

There were no men willing to stay alongside your dragon, not even while you visited him up in the hills. He didn’t like anyone near him. The dragon would only accept you.

The trek across the island to Cannibal’s lair wasn’t far and the dragon seemed to sense your presence before you even reached him. With a bellowing roar, he swooped in from the clouds and landed in front of you, his dark, narrowed eyes focusing on your father as he bristled.

“Lykirī, Cannibal! Bisa iksis ñuha kepa. Lykirī!” [Calm, Cannibal! This is my father. Calm! ] you shouted, hand raised out in front of his large head, his teeth bared.

The prince bowed his head and lowered himself to his knees out of respect, silently reminding himself to stay composed as he watched you reassure and coax the dragon to obey. ‘Lykirī, Daemon. Lykirī. Even though the blood of the dragon runs through your veins, you are really not to his taste.’

This was one time Daemon was definitely content to not be desirable.

The strong blow of air and stench of Cannibal’s breath slowly faded from Daemon’s presence as the dragon focused back on you, gently nuzzling against your outstretched hand.

Daemon looked up and slowly stood, amazed by the interaction between you and the dragon. The bond between dragon and rider was always something special, but no one ever imagined it would happen with the Cannibal. Daemon Targaryen never imagined his daughter would be the one to claim him.

“Sȳz, (good),” you praised, breaking into a giggle when the dragon dropped to the ground and rolled onto his side, playfully blowing a little air at you through his nose and knocking you backwards into the arms of your fathers, who couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

#dad Daemon #daemon Targaryen x daughter!reader #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd fanfic #happynerdwrites

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smoothielenny · 1 year

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ʟɪʟʏ ᴘᴀᴅ

Ao’nung x Fem!human!reader

Summary: (Y/n) is adopted by the Sullys after her mother’s sudden death. They had to flee the forest and move to Awa’atulu for safety. Everyone are hostile to your family, but they’re more hostile to since you’re a human. Even with these situation you always held your head high and don’t let them get into your head.

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It was the first time they saw a sky person, which is you. They were glaring at you as if you’re are some monster. It didn’t bother you much, you’ve experienced something similar back in the forest though it didn’t last long. But you figured this one would be.

Your brothers and sisters are required to practice with Tsireya and Ao’nung. Though you could join, your mother, Neytiri, didn’t allowed you. She is very worried that you might drown and such. So she gave you a different task instead which is to help her do some chores. You were a bit bummed about it, but you then thought that you’re spending time with your mother. So it’s not all bad.

“Mom, what is that?” You pointed at the basket with fishes and clams. Neytiri added some bought-home teylu. “It’s a gift for the Tsahik. For letting us stay.” Though the first time Neytiri and Ronal met they were ready to tear each other’s throats, It seems that she is still grateful.

“Is that so? Can I give it to her?” Your voice is filled with excitement. You just wanted to do something, you’ve been bored for the past few days. Contrary to your excitement, Neytiri is worried. She knows that Ronal might not like a human near her and might do something to you.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but I don’t think that would be a good idea.” You frowned from her words. She didn’t like seeing you look sad, her little baby girl. “Well I guess you can, just be careful alright?” Your frowned to a big grin. You thank her and hugged her tightly. She returned the hug and pat your head.

You carried the basket, hopping on your way. Across the village, you saw your brothers and sisters swimming. Lo’ak struggling was entertaining. You laughed at the sight of him falling off the ilu. You continued to walk to the Tsahik’s Marui. You know knocked to let her know that some is here.

“Come in.” You took a deep breath and entered. Ronal turned around and saw you. You smiled at her while she gave you a slight glare. You already felt nervous by her presence.

“What do you want?” Her slight piercing toned made you look down. Mother’s right, this must be a bad idea. “Oh um, I just came here to give you a gift. From us, we are grateful you let us stay here.” You set the basket on front of her and went back to where you were standing.

Her eyes widen for a bit. She looked at the basket, some fish, clams, and a bag of teylu. She took it and put it near the other food she got. She look at you, up and down. A nervous smile released from you. “It’s no problem. It’s merely my duty to help someone. You may go.” You bowed at her and left. She take a look at the basket again. She grabbed that bag of teylu and smelled it. She took a bite. She’s a bit addicted.

You went back to your marui, your brothers and sisters are already there, taking a break. Neteyam noticed you going in, “Hello, baby sister. Where did you go?” He stand up, giving you some snacks. You ate some.

“I delivered something to the Tsahik.” He tilted his head, “To the Tsahik? What did she do to you?” He leaned checking some bruises and such. You calmed your brother letting him know she didn’t do anything. Your brother was a bit skeptical, but believes you.

Your mother then called Neteyam asking him to help her make food. He walk to her and started filleting the fish. You look out the marui, watch the water’s wave. It is gorgeous, you’ve never been near water except some ponds in the forest. Your late mother showed you a pictures of her and your grandma on a beach making sandcastles. So you’re excited that you can experience something similar here in pandora.

“Mother, can I walk near the shore?” She looked at you then think about it, well you haven’t gone out unless your mother and father tells you to. She nodded and says yes. You smiled and hugged her leg, “Thank you, mother!” You hoped out of your marui, excited to go out.

“Do you think it’s a good idea?” Neteyam asked his mother. Neytiri continued to make the fire. “She’s hasn’t gone out, I want her to experience it too.” Neteyam just slowly nodded.

You walked near the water. You felt it wetting your toes, its cold, but you like it. You followed the line patting the water and the sand. Twirling around, oh how happy you are feeling something like this. Giggling every time the water hits your ankle.

Those giggles of yours distracted a young man. Ao’nung, son of Tonowari, saw you enjoying the water. For some reason this made his heart flatter. Seeing you enjoy his home, he’s somehow glad.

He supposed to hate you, you’re a sky person. You’re supposed to be an enemy. But he doesn’t feel any aura like that around you. You’re appearance made you look like a flower. Your white dress following your twirls, spins, anything. This boy is catching feelings for you.

“Brother! Brother! Are you listening?” Ao’nung turned around to see his sister, both hands on her hips, “you’re not listening at all.” She pouted.

“Ah yeah, sorry what was it again?” Ao’nung gathered some fishes from the fishnets. Tsireya noticed you faraway.

She look at his brother with a smirk. “What’s with that face?” Ao’nung looking irritated.

She giggled, “Who were you staring at?” Ao’nung’s ear stiffened.

“I’m not staring at no one!” Ao’nung cheeks started heating up. This made Tsireya laugh more.

“You like her!” Ao’nung greeted his teeth, “Am not!”

He does, but his in denial. He groaned feeling irritated about this feeling. But mostly irritated by her sister’s grin looking at him. He rolled his eyes… and look back to you again.

You picked up some shells and examining them, you’ve never seen a shells like these before. You like how pretty they look, shiny, smooth, colorful. You took some and carefully put them in your small weaved basket.

“Heeeey.” Tsireya’s hand waving in front of Ao’nung’s eyes blocking you from his view. He hissed at his sister, “calm down brother, you can stare all you want later after lunch. C’mon father is calling us.” He rolled his eyes and walked with her.

To be continued…

#avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #aonung #avatar x reader #aonung x reader #aonung x human reader #aonung headcanons #avatar fanfiction #avatar #avatar headcanons #avatar 2 #avatar ao'nung

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tosomeonessomeone · 3 months

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Ocean.

words・2.1K/pairings・Hyunjin x reader / genres・angst, fluff? / warnings・ none His recent Instagram post sparked my inspiration, and when I heard the song "Oceans" by Jeena, I felt it resonated perfectly.

In the heart of Paris, a city that pulses with life even in the quiet hours, I found myself standing by the Pont Neuf, the oldest standing bridge across the Seine. The streets around me buzzed with activity as people hurried to their destinations, their voices blending into a cacophony of sounds that filled the air.

Under the enchanting veil of a Friday night, the sky above Paris shimmered with the twinkling lights of countless stars. And there, amidst the urban hustle and bustle, I stood alone, a solitary figure bathed in the gentle glow of the streetlights.

With the ancient stones of the Pont Neuf beneath my feet, I looked up, my eyes drawn to the celestial marvel of Jupiter, gleaming brightly in the expanse of the night sky. Its presence seemed to hold a silent promise of adventure, beckoning me to lose myself in the mysteries of the universe.

As the cool breeze swept through the streets, carrying with it the faint scent of the Seine, I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me. For in that fleeting moment, beneath the canopy of stars, I was reminded of the beauty that exists in the quiet moments of solitude.

The city lights danced around me, casting shadows that played along the cobblestone streets. And as I stood by the bridge, entranced by the timeless beauty of Paris at night, I found solace in the simple act of being, embracing the vastness of the universe that stretched out before me.

As September draws to a close, memories flood your mind like waves crashing against the shore. It was during this same month that you first met Hyunjin, a passionate soul whose fire burned fiercely. Your encounter sparked something within you, a flicker of hope that perhaps you could weather the seasons together.

Seated in a cozy cafe on a crisp September evening, you find yourself lost in reverie, thoughts drifting back to that fateful day. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the gentle hum of conversation around you, setting the stage for reflection.

Suddenly, the cafe door swings open, and Hyunjin breezes in with an infectious energy that lights up the room. Spotting you sitting by the window lost in thought, Hyunjin approaches with a warm smile.

"Hey there! Mind if I join you?" Hyunjin's voice carries a playful charm that instantly lifts your spirits.

Surprised but delighted by Hyunjin's arrival, you welcome him with open arms. As Hyunjin settles into the seat opposite, a sense of nostalgia fills the air, tinged with the magic of your first meeting.

Lost in conversation, you and Hyunjin reminisce about that unforgettable day, recalling the autumn leaves and the crisp September breeze that brought you together.

*A year ago*

As September painted France with the vibrant hues of autumn, you found yourself strolling through the corridors of a museum, captivated by the masterpieces adorning its walls. The air was alive with the whispers of history, each brushstroke telling a story of its own.

Lost in the beauty of the artwork, you paused before a particularly striking piece, your eyes tracing the intricate details with reverence. It was then that you noticed someone beside you, equally engrossed in the painting's allure.

"Quite breathtaking, isn't it?" a voice remarked, drawing your attention away from the canvas. You turned to find a stranger standing beside you, his eyes alight with the same admiration that mirrored your own.

You offered a tentative smile, struck by the familiarity in his gaze. "Absolutely mesmerizing," you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from the artwork's magnetic pull.

The stranger nodded in agreement, a shared appreciation for art bridging the gap between you. "I've always been drawn to the way artists capture the essence of life within their work," he remarked, his voice soft yet impassioned.

"Likewise," you replied, feeling a connection spark between you like a flame in the darkness. "There's something profoundly beautiful about the way art transcends time and space, speaking to the soul in ways words cannot."

The stranger's eyes sparkled with intrigue, a silent invitation to delve deeper into the mysteries of the art world. "I couldn't agree more," he said, a hint of curiosity coloring his tone. "Do you come here often?"

You shook your head, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "No, actually. This is my first time visiting this museum. I suppose I was drawn here by the allure of the unknown."

The stranger's lips curved into a smile, his gaze warm and inviting. "A fellow seeker of the unknown," he remarked, his words tinged with amusement. "Well, I'm glad our paths have crossed today."

And in that moment, amidst the hallowed halls of the museum, you knew that your encounter was more than mere chance. It was the beginning of a journey filled with shared passions, whispered conversations, and the timeless beauty of art that would bind your hearts together in the months and years to come.

"And the way you smiled when our eyes first met," you muse, your voice tinged with fondness. "It felt like the beginning of something special."

Hyunjin nods in agreement, his eyes alight with affection. "It definitely was special. You brought so much light into my life, you know? I never expected to meet someone like you."

The warmth of Hyunjin's words envelops you, filling your heart with gratitude for the serendipitous encounter that changed your life forever.

Your hands intertwine across the table, a silent promise of solidarity and love. "Here's to weathering the seasons together, through every storm and every sunset," Hyunjin declares, his gaze unwavering.

"Cheers to that, my dear," you echo, your heart overflowing with love. In that moment, as you share a tender smile, you know that your bond is stronger than any memory and that your love will endure through the changing seasons of life.

But as time passed, your relationship with Hyunjin became tumultuous, marked by tears and turmoil. His intensity mirrored a raging fire, while you, like the ocean, sought to soothe and calm. Yet, despite your efforts, he remained locked in a cycle of passion and pain.

One evening, as the weight of the tension between you hung heavy in the air, you found yourselves sitting across from each other in the dimly lit confines of your shared apartment.

Hyunjin's brows furrowed with frustration as he paced back and forth, his movements agitated like flames dancing in the wind. "I just don't understand why you can't see things from my perspective," he exclaimed, his voice laced with exasperation.

You watched him, the ache in your heart matching the intensity of his words. "Hyunjin, I'm trying," you replied softly, your voice a gentle whisper against the storm brewing within him. "But we can't keep living like this, constantly at odds with each other."

He turned to face you, his eyes ablaze with emotion. "I know, I know," he muttered, his tone heavy with regret. "But it's like I can't control it. The fire inside me, it just consumes everything in its path."

Your heart ached at his words, the depth of his pain echoing in the caverns of your soul. "I understand, Hyunjin," you murmured, reaching out to touch his trembling hand. "But we need to find a way to break free from this cycle, to find peace amidst the chaos."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the world upon them. "I don't know if I can," he admitted, his voice raw with vulnerability. "But I don't want to lose you, either."

Tears glistened in your eyes as you met his gaze, the ocean of your emotions crashing against the shores of his fiery resolve. "We don't have to have all the answers right now," you said softly, your words a lifeline in the darkness. "But we can start by facing this together, one step at a time."

And in that moment, amidst the tempest of emotions that raged within you both, you found solace in the knowledge that love, like the ocean, has the power to quench even the fiercest of flames.

His words echoed in your mind as you recalled the depth of your connection, the highs and lows that defined your love. Hyunjin’s fiery temperament clashed with your tranquil nature, leaving you both adrift in a sea of emotions.

In the midst of a heated exchange, Hyunjin's voice reverberated with frustration, pleading for understanding. "Why can't you see things from my perspective, huh? You're always so calm, so distant!" he exclaimed, his tone filled with desperation.

Attempting to maintain composure, you responded in measured tones, urging for a more peaceful resolution. "Hyunjin, yelling won't solve anything. We need to talk about this calmly," you reasoned, hoping to soothe the rising tension.

Yet, Hyunjin's anguish persisted, his words a poignant reflection of his inner turmoil. "But you never understand! You never feel the way I do!" he lamented, his voice tinged with sorrow.

Reaching out with empathy, you acknowledged the struggle of navigating differences in temperament. "I do understand, Hyunjin. I just express it differently. We're different, but that's what makes us work, isn't it?" you offered, seeking common ground amidst the discord.

Amidst the emotional turbulence, Hyunjin confessed his feelings of isolation, expressing the weight of his emotions. "It's hard, though. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in my own emotions," he admitted, his vulnerability laid bare.

As the echoes of your conversation lingered in the air, you couldn't help but feel the gravity of the moment. You couldn’t stay in the suffocating atmosphere of your shared studio any longer. With a heavy heart and a mind clouded with uncertainty, you stepped out into the cool night air, walking aimlessly through the labyrinthine streets of the city until you found yourself standing on a bridge.

In the quiet of the night, with only the soft murmur of the river below to keep you company, you found solace in the solitude. The city lights shimmered like distant stars, casting fleeting shadows upon the rippling surface of the water.

As you stood there, the weight of your shared history with Hyunjin hung heavy in the air, tugging at the edges of your consciousness. You couldn’t help but contemplate the depths of your bond, the intricate threads that kept you tethered together even in the midst of turmoil.

In the silence of the night, you longed for peace—for a moment of respite from the storm that raged within your hearts. The bridge stretched out before you like a lifeline, offering a fleeting glimpse of serenity amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

With each passing moment, you felt the weight of the world slowly lifting from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of clarity and resolve. You knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but in that solitary moment beneath the starlit sky, you found the strength to face whatever lay ahead.

As you stood there, alone yet not entirely alone, you whispered a silent prayer into the night, hoping for a glimmer of hope to guide you through the darkness, and a beacon of light to lead you back to the shores of peace and tranquility.

With each whispered prayer, you surrendered to the mysteries of the universe, trusting that in its infinite wisdom, it would guide you towards the shores of peace and understanding. For beneath the canopy of stars, amidst the vastness of the cosmos, you found solace in the certainty that your love was a force as timeless and enduring as the universe itself.

You knew, deep within your heart, that this moment of solace wasn't the end of the journey. In the midst of turmoil, clarity whispered to you, reminding you of the intricate dance between your calming waves and his fierce fire.

Standing beneath the starlit sky, engulfed in the tumult of your emotions, a familiar presence by your side stirred your senses. Though no words were exchanged, you sensed his presence, an unspoken acknowledgment of your shared turmoil.

Tears welled in your eyes, silent messengers of the emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. And then, in the stillness of the night, Hyunjin stood before you, his silhouette a reassuring beacon amidst the darkness.

Gently, almost instinctively, he reached for your hand, his touch a balm to your wounded soul. With a tenderness that spoke volumes, he drew you into his embrace, enveloping you in the warmth of his love.

In that moment, as his arms encircled you, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a fleeting respite from the storm that raged within. In his embrace, you found solace, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of your emotions.

And as you nestled against his chest, the weight of the world melted away, replaced by the quiet comfort of his presence. For in that sacred embrace, you knew that together, you could weather any storm, navigate any tempest that threatened to tear you apart.

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skz-streamer · 8 months

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Manspreading S/o

Pairing: Skz x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: fluff fluff FLUFFFFF

Notes: ITS FINALLY HERE IM SORRYYYY. umm so I tried to make multiple different types of scenarios instead of just reactions so yea The Ask :) @kai-lee08

Summary: Skz reactions to their s/o manspreading

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Full word count ~4.3k ;)

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Chan:

As the stars started to twinkle in the sky, Chan made his way to a charming little café tucked away in a quiet corner. The soft chime of the bell above the door signaled his arrival, and his eyes immediately sought out the familiar face he had been yearning to see. There you were, sitting at a corner table with a cup of coffee in front of you, engrossed in a book. Your hair cascaded down your shoulders, and a contented smile curved your lips as you turned a page.

Chan's heart fluttered as he approached you, a fond smile gracing his features. He took a moment to admire you from afar, his eyes tracing the curve of your profile, how your lashes fluttered as you read, and how your lips formed silent words. He felt a sense of warmth wash over him, knowing he was lucky to have you by his side.

Gently clearing his throat, Chan leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek, announcing his presence. Your eyes lit up with delight as you closed your book and looked up at him, the love in your gaze unmistakable. "Hey, you," you greeted your voice a soothing melody to his ears.

"Hey, beautiful," Chan replied, his voice laced with affection. He pulled out the chair across from you and took a seat, his fingers instinctively finding their way to yours. The comforting touch was a silent reassurance, a promise that he was there with you at that moment, undistracted and fully present.

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As the evening wore on, you engaged in animated conversation, sharing stories, dreams, and the little moments that made your hearts skip a beat. The laughter flowed freely, carrying with it a sense of companionship that was unique to the two of you. Amidst the chatter, Chan's eyes occasionally strayed down to your legs, snug in a comfortable pair of sweatpants.

It was during one of these stolen glances that Chan noticed something that made his eyebrows raise in mild surprise. You were sitting with your legs spread out. It was an unfamiliar sight, especially coming from someone like you, who always kept her legs perfectly crossed one on top of another when you and Chan went on dates. Yet now the contrast between your carefree pose and the elegance you exuded intrigued Chan.

For a moment, Chan's gaze lingered on your legs, his thoughts swirling like the currents of a river. He observed the way your body language seemed relaxed and unguarded as if you were entirely at ease in your own skin. He smiled to himself knowing that you were comfortable with him, that you didn’t have to worry about being perfect around him

He admired your confidence, the way carried yourself, and how you embraced your comfort above all else. To him, this was just another layer of your personality that he was discovering, another thread that wove into the intricate tapestry of who you were.

After a while, you caught on to his gaze and the curious smile on his lips. "Is there something on your mind?" you asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Chan chuckled softly, his gaze meeting yours with warmth and affection. "I was just admiring how effortlessly you make even the unconventional look captivating."

You laughed, a gentle blush gracing your cheeks. “To be honest I didn’t even notice my posture, I guess it shows that I’m comfy with you, huh?." You giggle at the last word.

Chan replied, his tone filled with admiration, “Always".

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Lee Know:

In a quaint little cat cafe nestled in a cozy corner of the city, a sweet and endearing scene was about to unfold. The soft chatter of patrons and the gentle purring of feline companions provided a soothing backdrop as you awaited the arrival of your boyfriend, Lee Know. It was only your fourth date, but the connection you felt with him had already begun to bloom, and a sense of comfort and safety enveloped you.

As you sat in the lounge, your leg bounced slightly with anticipation and nervousness. You had been dating for just over a month, and although you already felt at ease with Lee Know, there was still that hint of butterflies fluttering within you. Your gaze was fixed on the entrance, heart skipping a beat when you spotted him making his way inside. Quickly, you adjusted your posture, shifting from a relaxed, legs-spread-out pose to a crisscrossed position. With a subtle tug, you secured your hair into a neat ponytail, hoping to present your best self to him.

Lee Know's observant eyes didn't miss a beat. He couldn't help but notice the subtle change in your posture as you caught sight of him. A tender smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the warmth of his affectionate gaze enveloping you like a soft embrace. He wanted to reassure you, to let you know that you could indeed be yourself around him, but he wasn't quite sure how to convey it just yet.

Approaching you with that familiar, confident stride, Lee Know settled onto the couch beside you. The cats in the cafe seemed to sense his presence, gravitating toward him like he was a magnet for their affection. A playful glint danced in his eyes as he engaged with the cats, forming an instant and heartwarming bond. The two of you were soon joined by a fluffy feline friend, which Lee Know carefully placed onto your lap in the hopes that the cuddly creature might help ease your nerves.

Despite the soft fur and gentle purring against your thighs, you found it a bit challenging to fully relax. Lee Know's caring gesture, however, had not gone unnoticed. His understanding nature and genuine concern for your comfort only deepened your fondness for him. With a deep breath, you leaned back into the couch, feeling his warm hand landing gently on your leg.

"Jagi, you can be comfortable with me," he murmured softly, his voice like a gentle breeze that calmed your fluttering heart. His words held an unspoken promise, a reassurance that you were cherished and accepted just as you were.

As if drawn by an invisible force, you snuggled closer to him, the shared warmth and affection between you two intertwining like a cozy blanket. The cat on your lap seemed to sense the newfound ease, nuzzling against your hand as you continued to pet it. Lee Know's fingers traced light patterns on your leg, a silent gesture that conveyed his desire to make you feel at ease.

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Changbin

Walking into the gym, the air hums with determination and sweat, a testament to the effort put in by everyone present, including you and Changbin. The clatter of weights and the steady rhythm of deep breaths create a backdrop of dedication and resolve. Today's workout holds the promise of challenge and growth, fueling your heart with a blend of excitement and readiness.

In workout attire designed for movement and comfort, a surge of confidence surges through you. This day is reserved for pushing your boundaries and embracing your inner strength. As you and Changbin approach a bench, a spontaneous idea takes hold – to sit with the same confidence that Changbin exudes on stage.

Gracefully, you take a seat on the bench, finding a relaxed posture that lets you settle comfortably. The motion feels natural, a testament to the self-assuredness within you. Amid the active environment, you catch Changbin's gaze. Anticipating his playful tease or comment, his reaction takes you pleasantly by surprise.

Changbin looks at you with a mix of admiration and warmth. It's as if he sees the essence of your confidence, appreciating the genuine energy radiating from you. His silent approval bolsters your determination, and you share a playful smile.

"You like what you see?" you ask, with a hint of playful challenge.

Changbin's lips curve into a faint smile, his eyes sparkling. "Absolutely"

Reclining on the bench, your arms rest comfortably behind you, and a feeling of liberation envelops you. It's not about mimicking stereotypical behavior; it's about embracing your identity and assuming a posture that aligns with your comfort. The simple truth becomes clear – confidence knows no gender boundaries; it's a sentiment accessible to all.

Changbin draws nearer, his proximity creating a sense of solidarity amidst the gym's dynamic environment. "You know," he begins, his tone contemplative, "moments like these make me appreciate you even more."

Raising an eyebrow, you're genuinely curious. "Oh? Why is that?"

Changbin's hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours, a gesture that symbolizes unity and encouragement. "I don’t know, you inspire me," he admits, his gaze unwavering.

A smile tugs at your lips, your heart swelling with a medley of emotions. "You inspire me too.”

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Hyunjin

The city's energy buzzes around you as you walk hand in hand with Hyunjin. The sun's warm rays cast a gentle glow over the bustling streets, lending a sense of magic to the urban landscape. With your heart dancing to the rhythm of the city, you find yourself caught in a unique adventure with your partner. Today is different – Hyunjin has a camera slung around his neck, and he's made it clear that he wants to capture the beauty he sees in you.

Nerves tangle with excitement as you begin this impromptu photoshoot. You stand in a quaint alleyway, your flared jeans peeking out from under your dainty patterned top. Legs crossed, you tilt your head shyly, unsure of how to pose. Hyunjin's encouraging smile soothes your apprehension as he clicks a few shots. His presence, the reassuring warmth of his hand in yours, gives you the courage to embrace this experience.

With every snap of the camera, your nervousness begins to wane. Hyunjin's compliments and playful encouragements weave a tapestry of comfort around you. You find yourself slowly unfurling, letting your inhibitions slip away like discarded layers. The patterned cuteness of your top, a reflection of your personality, becomes a part of the story these photos are weaving.

As the photoshoot continues, Hyunjin's lens captures your every move. The city becomes your backdrop, and you feel like you're dancing with the sunlight as it filters through the gaps between buildings. It's amidst this evolving confidence that you catch a glimpse of yourself in a window's reflection – your flared jeans peeking out, and the notion strikes you. It's time for a change, a bolder stance.

Gently, almost naturally, you shift your position. Your legs part slightly, your flared jeans embracing the newfound space. You embody the confidence that Hyunjin sees in you, and let it manifest physically.

Hyunjin observes your shift from a distance, his admiration evident in his gaze. The click of the camera slows, his focus on you sharpening. The breeze carries whispers of your newfound courage, and the city around you seems to bow in appreciation. His eyes never leave you as you bask in this self-assured moment, each photo capturing a different facet of your radiance.

As the sun starts its descent, you and Hyunjin find yourselves nestled in a cozy café. With steaming cups of coffee before you, you lean into each other, the afternoon's adventure a shared memory. His gaze is a blend of affection and pride, and you can't help but question his lingering glances.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask with a playful grin, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Hyunjin's lips curl into a tender smile, his hand finding yours across the table. "Because you're incredible, you know that?”

A gentle blush creeps across your cheeks, his words touching your heart. "It's all thanks to you and your camera."

Leaning in, Hyunjin's voice is a soft murmur, meant for you alone. "I want you to feel as loved as I see you. That's why I took those photos – to capture the moments when you embraced your true self, unapologetically."

His words resonate deeply within you, and before you can respond, he's drawing you closer. His kisses are tender, a silent affirmation of his affection. He wraps you in his arms, creating a cocoon of warmth and security. As your heart beats in sync with his, you realize that his love isn't just about the person you are – it's about celebrating the person you're becoming.

"Why all the kisses and hugs?" you finally ask, your voice a gentle inquiry.

Hyunjin's eyes meet yours, his gaze steady and sincere. "Because I want to love you as much as you love yourself."

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Jisung

In the serene cocoon of your shared apartment, the air is infused with an intimacy that only comes from being truly at ease. You find yourself lounging on the couch, your phone in hand, engrossed in its glowing screen. Jisung, your partner and confidant, settles in beside you. As he takes his seat, he notices something about you – something that makes his heart swell with affection.

There you are, sitting on the couch, your legs comfortably sprawled out, and a look of effortless relaxation gracing your features. You're unguarded, unfiltered – a side of you that's reserved only for the sanctuary of your shared space. Jisung can't help but admire this domestic version of you, where you're not concerned about appearances or pretenses.

With a quiet chuckle, he mimics your stance, spreading his legs wide and giggling to himself. He's captivated by the genuineness of this moment, where you both can just be, without the weight of the world's expectations.

Your gaze flickers to Jisung, curiosity and a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. You're met with an impish grin that hints at his mischief. In a heartbeat, he surprises you, pulling you by the waist and guiding you to his lap. Giggles bubble up from both of you, mingling in the air as he peppers your neck with playful kisses.

Your heart races as his lips leave a trail of affection down your neck. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, but it's a welcomed one. Turning to face him, you straddle his lap, meeting his eyes with a mixture of surprise and affection. As you rest your forehead against his chest, you can hear his heart beating, a steady rhythm that matches your own.

Jisung's fingers brush against your back, drawing soothing circles that further anchor you to this moment of intimacy. He whispers those three precious words – "I love you" – a declaration that fills the space between you with warmth and tenderness. Your heart swells in response, your love for him so profound it's almost tangible.

With a sweet smile, you tilt your head up, connecting your lips with his in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. It's a simple exchange, but it speaks volumes of the love and understanding you share. In this quiet embrace, on his lap, in the privacy of your apartment, you find a space where your true selves can flourish.

Wrapped up in each other's arms, you rest your head on his shoulder, his embrace cocooning you in a sense of security and contentment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this cherished bubble of affection.

In these moments, where you can be unapologetically yourself, Jisung sees you for who you indeed are. He cherishes the unfiltered you, the one that's free from the pressures of the outside world. And you, in turn, find solace in his embrace, knowing that here, in the heart of your shared apartment and in the arms of your partner, you are loved for every facet of your being.

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Felix

You find yourself seated at the edge of your bed, legs comfortably spread as you immerse yourself in the pages of a book. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts a warm glow, creating a cozy haven that feels like home.

As you read, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open draws your attention. There he is – Felix, your partner, freshly emerged from the shower. His wet hair clings to his forehead and dangles adorably over his forehead, droplets glistening like stars caught in his ebony locks. The sight of him, with his endearing freckles dotting his bare skin, never fails to make your heart flutter.

Felix takes a seat beside you, his expression a mix of distress and exhaustion. You look at him with concern, bookmarking your book as you set it aside. "Everything okay, Lix?" you inquire gently, your eyes searching his.

He sighs, running a hand through his damp hair, and gives you a tired smile. "Yeah, just a headache. I think the shower helped a bit, though."

Without a second thought, he rests his hand on your thigh, his touch soothing and affectionate. It's moments like these that remind you of the comfort you share, where words aren't always necessary to convey care.

Your gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before an idea forms in your mind. "Hey, come sit in between my legs," you suggest, your voice gentle and inviting.

He blinks, his confusion giving way to a faint smile as he realizes what you're suggesting. Without hesitation, he shifts his position, moving to sit in the cozy nook you've created. It's a position he's come to love – one where he can be close to you, enveloped in your presence in a way that words can't quite describe.

With him situated comfortably between your legs, you begin to gently card your fingers through his damp hair. His eyes flutter shut, and a contented sigh escapes him as he leans back, his head nestled against your chest. The rhythm of your fingers on his scalp becomes a soothing melody, easing away the remnants of his headache and filling the room with a sense of tranquility.

He melts against you, his breaths growing slower and more even. The physical closeness, the reassuring touch, it's a testament to the unspoken connection you share. You feel his tension easing, his body relaxing against yours as the gentle massage works its magic.

In this intimate moment, you're attuned to each other's presence. Felix's warmth against your chest, the steady rise and fall of his breaths, they're like a symphony of comfort. And as your fingers continue their gentle dance, you're reminded of the power of touch, of how it can convey care, affection, and a deep-seated bond.

Minutes stretch into a timeless embrace, and as his body relaxes further, you feel a soft, contented sigh vibrate against your chest. The ambiance of the room, the warmth of your connection, it's all a testament to the beauty of these quiet, unfiltered moments shared between two souls.

Eventually, as the tranquil cocoon of your shared space envelops you both, you ease back onto the bed, Felix still nestled against you. The book lies forgotten, replaced by the rhythmic dance of your fingers in his hair. And as the gentle embrace of slumber beckons, you feel Felix press a soft kiss against your neck, a silent gesture of gratitude and affection.

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Seungmin

Amidst the elegant ambiance of the fancy dinner, you radiate an aura of confidence and allure. You're dressed in a stunning black dress that perfectly molds to your curves, featuring a daring leg slit that runs down to your ankles. The dress is a testament to your grace, the embodiment of sophistication that you carry with such poise.

As you wait for your table to be ready, you find respite on a nearby bench. Your legs are spread comfortably, a gesture that defies conventional expectations. The long dress drapes around you, its dark fabric contrasting beautifully against your skin. Your nonchalant demeanor speaks volumes – you're comfortable in your own skin, unburdened by the societal norms that dictate how one should sit while wearing a dress.

Your stance defies expectations, a bold statement of your individuality. Some might assume that a dress warrants legs kept together, but you've never been one to conform. The confidence you exude draws a few glances, but you pay them no mind. You revel in being true to yourself, a sentiment that's become an integral part of your identity.

And then, your partner, Seungmin, appears on the scene. His gaze locks onto you, and his expression softens, his heart stirred by the sight of you. He finds you absolutely captivating – not just because of the elegance of your attire, but because of the way you exude confidence and authenticity. You've always known how to make heads turn, not just by dressing up but by owning it, by radiating confidence that captivates all who come into your orbit.

Seungmin approaches you, his presence a warm and reassuring embrace. Without hesitation, he claims the space next to you, his hand resting on your inner thigh. His touch is possessive, a silent declaration of his admiration and affection. He scatters tender kisses along your neck, a trail of affection that leaves you tingling.

You're no stranger to his displays of affection, his way of expressing his love for you. It's a language unique to your relationship, one that needs no words. You've grown accustomed to the way he finds you irresistible in this pose, how it makes him feel like the luckiest person in the world to have a partner who's not only beautiful but confident in her own skin.

The quiet murmurs of the surrounding crowd fade into the background as Seungmin's lips press against your skin. His affectionate gestures are his way of conveying how much he cherishes you, and how he admires your strength and individuality. In a world that often tries to mold individuals into a predefined shape, you're a breath of fresh air, a reminder that true beauty emanates from within.

You turn your head slightly, your eyes meeting his with an understanding that transcends words. The intimacy between you is palpable, a bond formed not just by shared experiences but by a deep appreciation for each other's essence. In this shared moment, the world around you seems to dissolve, leaving only the connection you share.

With a gentle, loving smile, you reach out to him, your fingers grazing his cheek. Seungmin's eyes reflect a mixture of desire and adoration, and in response, you lean in, your lips finding him in a sweet and tender kiss. It's a fusion of passion and intimacy, a testament to the profound love that defines your relationship.

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Jeongin

In the cozy embrace of your shared apartment, you sit on the couch, surrounded by open books and the weight of impending exams. Your concentration is unwavering, and your determination to conquer your studies is evident in the way you hunch over the coffee table. Hair gathered in a messy bun, you're deeply engrossed in the world of academia.

The door creaks open, and you sense Jeongin's arrival before you see him. His presence exudes a comforting energy that interrupts your focus. You look up, greeted by his warm smile as he steps into view. "Hi, love," you greet him with affection, your heart fluttering at the sight of him.

"Hey," he replies, his voice gentle as he takes in the scene before him. Books sprawled across the coffee table, you engrossed in your studies. Concern and fondness reflect in his eyes as he asks, "Are you hungry?"

You pause, realizing the hours have flown by and hunger has crept in. "Yeah, I could use a break," you admit, your smile growing as he approaches the couch.

With a natural ease, he settles right in between your legs, the open books and the coffee table becoming a backdrop to the space you share. He's close, nestled comfortably against you, and you can't help but admire the way his presence fills the room with warmth.

"How about I order some food for us?" he suggests, his tone carrying the gentle cadence of someone who cares deeply.

"That sounds perfect," you reply, grateful for his thoughtful gesture. His ability to provide comfort and support without you having to ask is something you cherish deeply.

As he places the food order on his phone, his gaze lingers on the open books before turning to meet yours. "Need any help with your studying?" he offers his willingness to assist clearly in his eyes.

A soft smile graces your lips, touched by his genuine concern. "Actually, that would be really helpful," you admit, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his offer.

He glances at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "As long as I can sit right here," he playfully insists, his gaze fixated on you.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, and you scoot over slightly to accommodate him. "Of course, you can sit here," you agree, creating a cozy space where he's nestled between your legs.

A pleased grin lights up his features as he settles in comfortably. It's a position he clearly relishes – close to you, surrounded by the comforting scent of your presence, and in a spot that feels uniquely his.

"Alright, let's get started," he announces, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

With his encouragement, you embark on a journey of quizzing and revision. His questions are thoughtful, challenging your understanding while keeping the atmosphere light and enjoyable. He's not just a partner; he's a steadfast pillar of support, someone who wants to see you succeed and is willing to lend a helping hand.

As the quizzing continues, your connection deepens. You're not just learning; you're sharing moments of growth, laughter, and mutual encouragement. And all the while, he's right there, nestled between your legs, a presence that grounds you and fuels your determination.

As the delicious scent of food wafts through the air, signaling the arrival of your meal, you both pause to relish the moment. Jeongin leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he playfully asks, "Ready for a break?"

Meeting his gaze with a playful twinkle in your eye, you nod. "Definitely."

With that, you wrap your arms around him from behind, holding him in a warm embrace. Your legs are spread comfortably on the couch, and he fits perfectly between them, his presence an extension of your closeness.

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marooncardiganlover · 8 months

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Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader

Word Count: Under 1k

Summary: Just another night on the beach with Finnick.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this, let me know if you did :)

The sun began its descent on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sandy beach. Finnick Odair stood by the water's edge, his gaze fixed on the gentle ebb and flow of the waves. The salt-laden breeze tousled his hair as he inhaled the familiar scent of the sea.

You found yourself drawn to his presence, captivated by the way the fading light seemed to accentuate his chiseled features and the deep, reflective look in his sea-green eyes. As if sensing your gaze, he turned to you with a soft smile.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked, his voice carrying the soothing melody of the ocean's rhythm.

You nodded, your heart skipping a beat. "It's breathtaking."

Finnick's smile widened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "There's something about the simplicity of the beach that's always drawn me in. It's a stark contrast to the extravagance of the Capitol, but I find beauty in its serenity."

The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows that stretched towards the water. Finnick extended his hand toward you, a silent invitation. Without hesitation, you slipped your hand into his, feeling the warmth of his touch against your skin. Together, you walked along the shoreline, the sand cool beneath your feet.

The lyrics of an unspoken connection seemed to weave between you, the silences between your words as meaningful as the conversation itself. With each step, you found yourself falling into a comfortable rhythm, as if you had known Finnick for far longer than you actually had.

Finnick's fingers interlaced with yours, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "You know," he began, his voice soft, "this place reminds me of the moments between the chaos of the Games."

Curious, you looked up at him, urging him to continue.

"In the arena, the memories of the sea kept me grounded," he explained, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "The feeling of the sand, the sound of the waves—it was my way of holding onto a piece of home."

His vulnerability touched you, and you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're incredibly resilient, Finnick. To endure all of that and still find beauty in the simplest moments."

A genuine smile graced his lips, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "It's people like you who remind me why I keep fighting. The Capitol tried to break me, but they couldn't take away my appreciation for authenticity."

As the conversation flowed effortlessly, you realized that Finnick's charm was only a small part of what made him remarkable. With each shared story and exchanged laughter, the bond between you deepened. The night stretched on, the stars beginning to twinkle above, and it felt like time was standing still.

Eventually, the two of you settled on a piece of driftwood, shoulders brushing as you watched the stars come alive in the night sky. Finnick's arm found its way around your shoulders, creating a comforting and exhilarating connection.

Under the watchful gaze of the stars, you leaned into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. In the quiet moments between your shared words, you knew that whatever the future held, having Finnick by your side made it all seem a little less daunting.

As the waves continued their timeless dance, the whispers of the sea seemed to echo a promise of new beginnings. And as you listened to the symphony of the night, with Finnick's presence grounding you, you couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of an extraordinary journey, one that would be shaped by the tides of fate and the strength of your bond.

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lupinmoonlight · 8 months

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Could you do smth like they meet again after years??? She's a professor and he too so she saw him at the first day in the great hall and after that they run into each other in the teachers' room. They were friends when they went to school and they were always attractedby each other.

Thank you and btw I love your writing:)

Lost and Found

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Summary - You and Remus Lupin had a crush on each other ever since you were students at Hogwarts but never had the courage to even speak. You spend the next 20 years living your separate lives, you as an Auror, and he, just surviving. Unable to live under the stress of your profession anymore, you retire and start teaching at Hogwarts, still hoping to fill the void Remus had left behind. In September 1993, everything changes. (3,190 words)

Warnings - Fluff, cheesy, angst, a bit of hurt/comfort, a bit of self-hatred, kissing, mention of wizarding war and lost of loved ones, my grammar (english is not my first language), not proof read.

Notes - I am almost ashamed of posting this considering I received this request over a month ago. I am so sorry anon, I have been traveling all of August. Thank you so much for your request and kind comment. I hope you like this one! (sorry if it's too cheesy I got carried away lol)

June 1978

One last glance, that's all you wanted. You pulled your hair back, looking discreetly across the Great Hall. As always, Remus was there, just a few seats away. He looked sad, just as sad as you, but it couldn't be for the same reason. The warm, golden rays of the sun reached through the windows and danced across his face, as if the sky itself was trying to comfort him. It graced his scars, making them glow a beautiful shade of gold. You were doomed. Absolutely doomed. And sad. And in love. And doomed.

You would always sit close, steal glances, exchange the occasional smile in the library. You had become experts at unsaid conversations, your hearts screaming out words that your lips never uttered. 7 years of unspoken love, of quick glances, of butterflies in your stomach, of hoping he would sit next to you in potions, of worrying when he would disappear for a few days. You knew why, it was easy enough to figure out for anyone who paid close attention. But you didn't care. You loved him for 7 years. 7 years that were about to be ripped away from you.

Remus felt your gaze and looked up. Your eyes met, and for a split second, time seemed to stop. You wanted to say something. I love you. But the lump in your throat held your words hostage. The weight of the impending silent goodbye threatened to shatter the fragile world you had created.

As breakfast came to an end, you all began your journey towards Hogwarts Express. The station was alive with chatter, laughter, and tearful goodbyes. But amidst the chaos, there were two souls whose worlds had never been more silent.

You found yourself in a compartment and gazed out the window, lost in thoughts, watching what had become your second home for 7 years slowly disappear in the distance. Every time the train jolted, you wished it would be Remus entering your compartment, as if he would be braver than you. Why didn't you go to his compartment? You were a coward that's why. Because being rejected would hurt more than saying goodbye.

Remus sat a few compartments away, his heart pounding in his chest. Despite the presence of his three best friends, he felt alone. The knowledge that this journey might be his last with you was gnawing at his soul.

The train finally pulled into King's Cross, and students disembarked, eagerly searching for their families. You made your way through the crowd, hoping, stupidly praying for one last moment with Remus. As you approached the barrier between the platform and the muggle world, you took a deep breath and looked back. And there he was, Remus, looking just as lost as you felt. Your eyes met across the platform, and everything went quiet, blurry.

You crossed the barrier and found yourself on the muggle side of the platform and looked back once more, catching a fleeting glimpse of Remus, who seemed to be vanishing amidst the crowd. You felt a visceral ache. A lump formed in your throat, stubborn and solid, just as you had been during those 7 years, refusing to admit your feelings. You hated yourself. Coward, you kept telling yourself. But you loved him. Was teenage love supposed to be this painful? Because if yes, you were done with it. Never again, you thought. You wiped away the unshed tears from your eyes, put on your most determined face on, and went to your parents waiting in the crowd. You had a career to build, and Aurors were not made of lovesick teenagers.

1981 - 1991

After graduating, the world outside Hogwarts proved to be colder and crueler than you had imagined. The First Wizarding War was a brutal, heart-wrenching time. As planned, you took the path of an Auror, but not for the same reasons you had wanted. Rather, it was in a desperate attempt to right the world's wrongs, to lose yourself, to numb yourself. It was your refuge, but it was also a painful reminder of the war's cost, a daily confrontation with terror and death. Was Remus alive? The question gnawed at you the moment you opened your eyes every morning. It consumed you. You had not seen each other in over 10 years, but the mere thought of him losing his life felt like someone was ripping you open with their bare hands, no magic. Maybe that's what drove you, in the end, to be an Auror. Stupid teenage love.

The horrors of your profession haunted you every night. You had been dishonest with yourself. Sure, you wanted to "right the world's wrongs". But really, every time you were out on a mission, you were looking for him, the boy, now man, with sandy hair, with golden scars, with the softest voice, kindest eyes, shyest smile. But he was never there. So you gave up and did everything you could to bury every memory of him as deep as possible, unreachable, and decided to try and go teach other lovesick teenagers. At least then, you would feel at home.

And home, you were. The old headmaster was still there, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. Professor McGonagall, head of your house years ago, welcomed you back with the expression of a proud mother. In her eyes, you had made it. You had been successful. An Auror retiring to teach young witches and wizards. But you didn't feel successful, you felt broken, empty. And the only other colleague who seemed to reflect that void was Severus. You had been surprised to see him as a teacher. The man had always been isolated, grim-looking, sad. He reminded you of a dementor, and maybe that's why you enjoyed sharing a cup of tea with this old classmate in the staff room, to torture yourself and forget about your lost love. Had he really been a dementor, you don't even think you would have been affected because all that was left was nothing. Longing. Hurt. Despair.

Yet, in your first term as a teacher, you had this stupid hope. Maybe. Maybe Remus would walk through the Great Hall. Of all four troublemakers, he was the prefect, after all. Of course he would be a teacher. You had been so obsessed with this idea that you started losing sleep months before the term started. You surveyed the staff table like a hawk, looking for him. You were going mad. Here you were, grown, accomplished, yet still obsessing over your teenage love, retracing your steps through the halls like you used to 20 years ago to catch only a glimpse of him. Except now you knew he wouldn't be there.

September 1993

You sat at the long staff table, your eyes idly scanning the crowd of eager young faces gathered in the Great Hall. You were numb. Not even waiting for anything anymore. Just going through the motions. Professor McGonagall had just finished calling out the names of the first-year students when the staff entrance at the side of the Hall creaked open.

You turned your head reflexively, expecting another late-arriving student or perhaps a staff member who'd lost track of time. What you did not expect was the sight that greeted you, freezing you in your seat.

A man stepped into the Great Hall, pausing for a moment to soak in the ambiance as if he too were revisiting old memories. Older and more weathered than you remembered, his sandy hair was now tinged with grey, and his face bore scars that were definitely not there during your Hogwarts years. His robes, though neat, were faded and had seen better days. But it was his eyes- those gentle blue eyes, filled with a unique blend of sorrow and kindness- that told you everything you needed to know.

Remus.

Your heart was pounding so loud in your chest that you were sure the entire Hall could hear it. The moment his eyes met yours, he too froze in place, as if the mere sight of you had rooted him to the ground. A mixture of emotions swirled in his gaze- surprise, confusion, and something softer, more intimate, that you hadn't seen in anyone's eyes for a long time.

Tears welled up in your eyes, unbidden but not unwelcome, as you shared a look so intense, it was as if no one else existed. A look that whispered of years lost, of what could have been, and- perhaps- of what still might be. Not a word was spoken, but in that moment, volumes were said, a dialogue only you could understand.

The gravity of the moment was so strong that you barely registered Remus moving again, navigating his way through the Hall to join the staff at the table. As he sat down beside you, the familiar scent of him struck you like a freight train- parchment, coffee, and a hint of pine trees. It was intoxicating, transporting you back to a simpler time, back to late-night study sessions and furtive glances. Your cheeks flushed as you realized that the empty chair next to you would be his for the entire year. There you were, a lovesick teenager again.

You found yourself struggling to maintain your composure as Dumbledore rose to his feet to introduce the new staff member.

"Before we continue, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J Lupin, who's kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he announced, his eyes twinkling as he gestured towards Remus.

The students erupted into applause as Remus stood up awkwardly, a sheepish smile on his face. You found yourself unable to clap, your hands trembling in your lap as you watched him. It was surreal to see him here, after all these years.

As soon as the ceremony ended, before the feast even began, Remus got up from his seat and made his way out of the Great Hall almost immediately, without saying a word. He looked almost...flustered? Impossible, you thought. YOU were flustered. How could he be?

For days after your wordless reunion, you and Remus moved in parallel orbits, close yet never intersecting. The tension between you was palpable; an emotional undercurrent that resonated through every stolen glance and momentary brush of your eyes. You would catch him staring at you across the Great Hall during meals, only for him to look away, flustered, when you met his gaze. He would spot you in the corridors, seemingly engrossed in conversation with Professor McGonagall, but he knew you were acutely aware of his presence.

You both longed to talk, to share the feelings that had overwhelmed you during that first eye contact, yet you were both paralyzed by a mix of fear, vulnerability, and the weight of years that had gone by. Remus, scarred by the war, lost everyone he loved most, was terribly afraid of loving again. And you, scarred by years of void, searching, numbing, were terribly afraid of being rejected.

The tension reached its peak one fateful evening when you found yourselves alone in the staff room. You had come to fetch some papers you had left behind, while Remus had sought the space for its quiet ambiance to prepare for his next lesson. As you entered, you were met by the aroma of ancient books, polished wood, and a hint of brewing tea. Remus was standing there, looking startled but then quickly regaining his composure.

"Ah, good evening," he stuttered, his voice tinged with the nervousness he felt. It was the first time you heard his voice in 20 years. It was deeper, but just as rich, just as soft, making you feel just as weak.

You felt your cheeks flush as you stepped further into the room. "Good evening," you responded, your voice a half-octave higher than you intended.

It was awkward, the air was thick with unspoken sentiments and unanswered questions. Remus cleared his throat and offered a formal, almost painfully awkward introduction.

"You might not remember me, I'm R-"

Might not remember him? Was he dumb? Clueless? Blind? No. He was just a man, you thought.

"I know," you cut him off gently, trying to act as if he had not consumed 99% of your brain capacity for the last 20 years. "I do know, Remus."

The air lightened a little at your words, as if acknowledging your shared history made it easier to breathe. Almost easier.

"I was just about to make myself a cup of tea. Would you like one?" he offered, trying to navigate the awkwardness that hung in the room.

"Yes, thank you", you agreed, grateful for a way to break the emotional deadlock.

As Remus moved to pour the boiling water into the cups, his hands were less steady than he'd have liked. You watched him, your heart pounding in your chest as if it wanted to leap out and bridge the gap that had opened up between you over the years. He handed you the cup, your fingers brushed ever so slightly. The contact, though fleeting, sent a rush of warmth surging through you both.

From that day on, you became inseparable- or as inseparable as two Hogwarts professors could be. You found excuses to bump into each other in the hallways, 'accidentally' coinciding your evening strolls by the lake or the Forbidden Forest's edge. You began to steal moments wherever you could- sitting together at meals when you could manage it, pausing in empty classrooms for brief, whispered conversations.

Yet, for all your newfound closeness, you both tiptoed around the deeper emotions and unspoken confessions that hovered in the background. You would catch yourself about to say something too revealing and would quickly pivot the conversation to safer topics. Remus, too, would often find himself on the verge of saying something he feared could ruin everything but would pull back at the last moment, as though treading on dangerous ground.

The late-night strolls became your sanctuary, where the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and your carefully guarded feelings.

"You've changed the curriculum quite a bit," you would say, your eyes sparkling as you discussed his innovative teaching methods.

"And you've managed to make Arithmancy popular. I've never seen so many students signing up for it," he would reply, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to decipher the mysteries hidden behind your eyes.

You would both laugh, the tension easing for a moment, yet neither of you would take that final, daunting step to acknowledge the flame that had been rekindled and now burned almost painfully.

It was a dance you both had perfected, a dangerous game you played. And though you circled around your feelings, it was clear to you both that this delicate balance couldn't last forever. It was as if you were students again. Desperate, lovesick, terrified teenagers.

And you couldn't take it anymore. You wouldn't. That night, the air was particularly cold, the air crisp, and the half-moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the grounds.

"It's been weeks, Remus. Weeks since you came back into my life," you began, your voice shaky. "We keep circling around each other like we're afraid of something."

"Afraid?" Remus responded, trying to maintain his composure. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Isn't there?" You looked up, your eyes meeting his. "Then why haven't you touched me? Why haven't we talked about what's really going on between us? Why haven't you invited me out for a coffee?"

Remus looked away, visibly wrestling with himself. "I can't. I can't give you what you want."

The raw pain in his voice struck you, and you felt your own eyes brimming with tears. "And what do you think I want, Remus? Is it so wrong to want to be with you? Or am I not good enough for you?"

He took a deep breath, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You deserve someone better, someone who can be there for you in all the ways I can't."

That was it. The dam of emotions you'd been holding back for years finally burst. "Better? Do you have any idea how many nights I've lain awake wondering if you were even alive? Do you know how terrifying it is to love someone and not know if they're dead or alive, Remus?"

Your words struck him to his core. Of course, he knew what it felt like. He had lived it for 20 years.

Your voice had risen to almost a scream, your body shaking as you confronted him, assaulted him with your words. "All those years, I never had the courage to approach you, to tell you how I felt. We lost all that time, and now here you are, yet you've never felt so out of reach."

Remus couldn't look at you. His gaze was fixed on the ground, and he seemed to be shrinking into himself. "You don't understand. I'm not good for you."

"Why? Because you're a werewolf?" you snapped, the words tumbling out of you before you could stop them.

Remus's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock.

"I've known since Hogwarts, Remus. And I never cared. Are you blind? All I've wanted for the past 20 years was to be with you, to even just see you, to-"

Before you could say another word, Remus closed the distance between you in two quick strides, his hands gripping your waist as he pushed you against a tree. Your eyes met for a split second- a second filled with anger, surprise, confusion, but above all, an overwhelming love- and his lips crashed into yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. His hand snaked up to your neck, feeling your pulse, as if he was trying to convince himself that this was real. You pressed your body against him, the heat radiating from him was intoxicating, dizzying.

But then the kiss slowed, its intensity giving way to a slow, loving gentleness, one that you associated with him so much. Remus's hands moved from your neck to cup your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had spilled onto your cheeks. Your hands found their way to his chest, gripping his robes like they were a lifeline, like he would vanish any second.

Finally, you broke the kiss, a little out of breath, but remained close, your foreheads touching. "I'm sorry," Remus whispered, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry for all the years we lost, for all the pain I've caused you."

You shook your head, your eyes searching his. "We can't get back the years we've lost, but we have now, Remus. That has to count for something."

He looked at you, really looked at you, and for the first time since the war, he allowed himself to believe in the possibility for a future- a future filled with love, warmth, and a happiness he had never thought he'd deserve.

"Okay," he said softly, the word heavy with the weight of the promise it carried.

"Okay," you repeated.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #professor remus lupin #professor remus lupin x reader #marauders #golden trio era #hp fic #sorry it's so cheesy idk what got into me

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So, your requests are open, huh? Cool, could you write a shinoby x demon reader who feasts off of strong negative emotions? And that's why they're so attracted to Shinobu? Enemies to lovers fluff is always the way to go :>

Bottomless Well

Shinobu Kochou x They/Them Demon Reader

A/N: AAAAHHHH so much longer than I would have liked but it’s finally done! Sorry if there are more errors than usual, tumblr is breaking because of how long this is. Anyways, enemies to lovers with a bit of angst but it all works out in the end thanks for reading, hope you like it! Word Count: 5,928

There was a sense of danger that clung so thickly to the air that (Y/n) could taste it. Normally, they would make themself scarce when the presence of a skilled demon slayer was felt, but the taste of danger wasn’t the only thing the demon could feel sparking against their tongue.

A deep-seated hatred, disgust and coveted anger that seemed to know no end. (Y/n) wasn’t even close enough to feed off of the feelings properly, and yet they could feel themself growing stronger. It had been weeks since they had found someone suitable feed off of, and whoever was sharing this mountain path with them tonight could easily sustain them for the next thousand years.

Their curiosity outweighed their sense of caution. They needed to see the vessel of these powerful, negative emotions. They had never tasted such flavors at this intensity before. Even at the risk of their head, it would be worth it to trail this human at least until they made it to Tokyo. The big city promised an abundance of bitter souls to draw energy from. Though compared to the extraordinarily deep well of this single human, (Y/n) thought that even the entire population of Tokyo would be lacking in comparison.

They tip-toed from tree to tree, slowly gaining on the soft footfalls shuffling the dried leaves that littered the rugged earth. A tentative peek around a sturdy pine revealed the back of a small woman, hair tied up with an ornate butterfly clip, sheathed blade peaking from beneath her haori as it billowed slightly in the breeze.

“Wow,” (Y/n) murmured, “how does someone so small carry so much spite?”

The woman paused, and (Y/n) ducked back behind the tree trunk before they could be spotted. They held their breath until they heard the woman start walking again. They waited until the footsteps began to fade before picking up their pursuit once more.

They were delighted to find that when dawn threatened to light the sky, the slayer decided to rest. Hopefully she would rest most of the day, that way (Y/n) could easily catch up to her again when the sun went down once more, though now that they had honed in on the anger this woman kept, she’d probably need to travel at least halfway across the country for (Y/n) to lose her now.

The woman took a spot where the sun would would make first contact and (Y/n) took cover beneath the thick pine trees, close enough to study the woman further, but not close enough to be discovered, hopefully.

(Y/n) keen ears caught the woman’s tired groan. She leaned forward and rubbed at her face and (Y/n) hummed sympathetically. They wondered how long the slayer had been on the road. Where did she come from and where was she heading? Was she on her way home or was she heading towards her objective?

(Y/n) continued to ponder these questions, among others, as they watched the slayer rest in the sunlight for the next several hours.

“Finally!” (Y/n) stretched and stumbled out of the thick woods when the last sliver of sun faded away.

The demon slayer had left about an hour before sunset so they had some ground to make up. However, that distance was easily closed since they were energized by the their previous proximity to the woman’s fury.

They knew they were close when they heard metal scraping against metal and a wild yowl. (Y/n) spied on them from behind a grove of bushes. The demon slayer was fighting a lone demon and by the looks of it, she would easily win. Her movements were methodical and at first (Y/n) wondered what the point of those quick jabs were, but it soon became clear.

“Poison?” They marveled, watching the other demon collapse and choke with morbid fascination. That woman was really not one to be trifled with.

They watched her flick the blood from her blade, but then their eyes wandered beyond the butterfly woman to the tree limbs above.

“Above you!” (Y/n) shouted spontaneously, ducking below the shrubs, placing their hand over their mouth much too late to be effective.

The demon slayer’s head jerked to where (Y/n) hid within the bushes before craning up to the trees, finding two more demons who screeched angrily upon being discovered. They descended upon the demon slayer, but as with their fallen companion, they stood no chance. With impressive speed, the slayer disposed of them both.

She flicked her blade clean once more and dutifully checked her surroundings, including the bushes, but found nothing.

“Hello? Where did you run off to? You can come out, I don’t bite.”

Somehow after watching her kill three demons without breaking a sweat, (Y/n) found that hard to believe. Especially if she found out they were a demon as well. Since those deaths by poison seemed less than pleasant, they would stay hidden.

It took a minute, but the woman finally shook her head and sheathed her sword, then went on her way. (Y/n) peered around the rotted tree they had crouched behind and watched her go. When her back was swallowed by the shadows of the trees, they began their pursuit once more.

For a demon slayer so full of hate, her voice sure was soft.

Another day another night, (Y/n) followed the slayer across the countryside. In another couple days, they would arrive in Tokyo. (Y/n) was almost sad to be losing her unaware companion, but it was a dangerous game they had been playing and the slayer seemed to grow more paranoid as the hours dragged by.

Another nightfall, another night of playing catch up, yet something felt different about this night. It seemed like the demon slayer hadn’t made it very far at all despite leaving before sunset as she had done previously.

(Y/n) grunted, mildly annoyed. The slayer’s essence seemed to follow no set path, it surrounded them like a fog. They closed their eyes and parted their lips, inhaling deeply to try to find the thread of where the negative emotions were strongest.

Finding a promising lead, they followed, the negative emotions grew stronger, but (Y/n) had yet to catch sight of the slayer again. Then they saw a strange shape hanging from a tree branch and went to investigate it. On closer inspection they saw that it was the demon slayer’s haori.

“What the hell is she up to?”

And then (Y/n) suddenly found themself in the dirt their arms pinned painfully against their back.

“So my suspicions were correct.”

(Y/n) grit their teeth in pain and twisted their head to the side to look up at the demon slayer they had been trailing for the last handful of nights. A knee dug further into the base of their spine, a warning not to make another move.

“How long have you been following me exactly, demon? And to what end?”

Well this was intimidating. (Y/n) had known they had been playing with fire, but they weren’t dead yet. The demon slayer had made a mistake by not running her poisoned nichirin through them the second she had the chance instead of choosing an interrogation. Had she discovered them on the first night, she could have done away with them just as easily as those other demons from a few nights prior, but since (Y/n) had harvested a steady intake of the plentiful negative emotions lurking within her, they were leagues stronger now. But they would let the slayer think she had the upper hand for the time being. They weren’t too confident they could free themself without accidentally hurting her. They were unused to being so strong.

“It’s been a little less than a week, but I meant you no harm.”

“Am I really supposed to trust the word of a demon?”

“Well, why’d you ask if you aren’t going to believe me anyway?” (Y/n) retorted with snark.

The knee at their back added more pressure and their arm bent at an even more uncomfortable angle.

“Ah! Hey, take it easy!”

“Then explain yourself.”

“I’m trying! But you aren’t a very good listener!” (Y/n) huffed. “I was only following you until you got to Tokyo, or until you got off the path at least.”

“Tokyo?” The demon slayer was unmoved, “Fancied yourself a feast, did you?”

“Truthfully, yes, but probably not in the way you’re imagining. I get all the energy I need feeding off of the negative emotions of humans. You carry a very substantial amount, ergo, why I chose to follow you. There really isn’t anything else to it.”

“Again, I find that hard to believe. I doubt these negative emotions you chase are organically occurring. Do I look like I harbor anything of the sort?” The woman’s smile was sugary sweet, but (Y/n) was not at all fooled.

“Oh come on! You are a blistering inferno! I don’t know who hurt you, but they hurt you badly. You probably know more than anyone that there is plenty of grief and fury in the world. I don’t need to harm anyone to find someone upset with their lot in life. They’re an ordinary occurrence. But I have to say, I’ve never met anyone like you before. Your well is bottomless.”

The demon slayer hummed, but by her eyes alone, (Y/n) could tell she was still doubting them.

“Demon,”

“My name is (Y/n).”

“Demon,” the slayer began again, “how many people have you killed?”

What an unfair question! You’d be hard pressed to find a demon who hadn’t killed or maimed at least one human before they gained some control and introspection.

“I haven’t killed anyone, but I did severely injure a friend of mine at the time when I first turned. I’m not trying to excuse what I did, but—“

“Would you say you attacked them with the intention to kill?”

“I wasn’t myself, like I said I had just—“

“I think I’ve heard enough.”

(Y/n) heard the scraping of a blade leaving its sheath and decided the time to act had come.

With a careful kind of strength and speed, they flipped the script on the slayer, pinning her to the ground in a similar position that they had been in seconds before.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn to talk!” (Y/n) growled. “Yes, I hurt someone I cared about. The fear and pain and betrayal they felt fed me more than the chunk I took out their wrist. But I don’t fondly look back on it as one of the ‘best’ emotions I’ve fed on. When I think of them, it’s about how they tried to help me and I repaid them by shredding their tendons. How they probably had to give up on their ceramist apprenticeship because of me. I left them every yen I owned, but I know it will never make up for what I did.

I haven’t hurt anyone since. In fact, I usually go out of my way to help people when I can. Like when I warned you about the demons about to pounce on your head the other night.”

“How do you help people when you feed off of their misery?” the slayer asked. Her voice though soft, held an undertone of bite to it.

“By feeding off of their misery.” (Y/n) went on to explain further, “I’ve discovered that if I feed on the negative emotions of a single person long enough, their well dries up. Not permanently, but until the next upset comes along at the very least. That’s why I want to go to Tokyo, there it’s always something.”

“You’ll make it to Tokyo over my dead body.”

The slayer’s voice sent a shiver down (Y/n)’s spine. They felt her shift her legs beneath them and heard a dual schwing! behind them, giving them enough time to narrowly dodge the knives that had apparently been built into the slayer’s footwear. She was very resourceful, they’d give her that much.

“Alright, knife shoes, that’s enough for me!” (Y/n) shouted, jumping back several feet, “This will be where we part ways. Wish I could say it was a pleasure, but actually having to talk to you was not a treat!”

(Y/n) darted away, really putting their newly invigorated speed to the test. All was well for but a few minutes before the slayer was soaring at them with all the force of a speeding bullet.

“Holy fuck!” (Y/n) felt the displacement of the air as the sword nearly grazed their cheek. “Holy fuck she’s fast!”

They pin-balled through the forest and it almost looked like the slayer —who just had to be a Hashira, had to be!— had (Y/n) right where she wanted them. The edge of a cliff.

“End of the line.” She drawled, fake smile holding on for dear life.

(Y/n) noticed the slayer’s apparent exhaustion and frustration, and smirked.

“Maybe for you, but if you took the time to actually listen to anything I told you, you would know I’m at the strongest I’ve ever been right now and that’s all thanks to you.” They slid their heel over the edge of the craggy cliff, “Not that you’ll believe me, but I promise to use this power for good as long as I have it. Bye-bye, Butterfly Girl.”

“Don’t move!”

But (Y/n) had already fallen. Wasn’t the most graceful dive, but they made it to the river far below relatively unscathed as far as demons go, and with the speed of the water’s flow, they would be long gone before the demon slayer safely made it down.

Shinobu clenched her fists to a knuckle-white hue as she watched the demon float away. They stuck their tongue out at her mockingly before they disappeared around the bend. Taking advantage of her solitude, Shinobu swore,

“Damn it!”

She had never been so embarrassed! If the other Hashira found out about this, she would never hear the end of it. That demon wasn’t even part of the Moons! She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, then another. She fixed her hair back into place, her mind already made up. She would kill that demon after she had some time to recoup after spending so much time away from her estate.

“Run all you like, but I know where I’ll find you.”

***

“Oh! Missed again Bu-Bu, you’ll have to do better than that!” (Y/n) taunted.

“I will be sure to make your demise the most painful I’ve ever crafted.” Shinobu smiled tightly, veins fit to burst.

(Y/n) just had to learn her name after months of this cat and mouse chase and craft the most asinine nickname Shinobu had ever heard. Even Kanae would have known better than to ever utter something so childish.

“Sure, as you said the last time you made the trip to Tokyo, and the time before that, and the time before that—“

Shinobu pulled a throwing knife from her sleeve and tossed it at (Y/n) with wood splintering speed, luckily (Y/n) saw it coming, despite it being a new trick Shinobu had brought along. Shinobu grit her teeth together. No one could bring her fury to the surface like (Y/n) could.

“Don’t you think you’ll ever grow tired of this? Don’t you have more important things to do?” (Y/n) sighed, “Don’t get me wrong, I look forward to your visits but I can’t help but think your time would be better spent elsewhere.”

“It is my duty as a Hashira to destroy every demon the crosses my path, and that is just what I’ll do.” Shinobu dropped down I to another stance and burst forward in hopes of scraping (Y/n) just the tiniest bit, that’s all she needed! But again, (Y/n) avoided her.

“Come on, Bu-Bu, I’m sorry that I’ve damaged your pride time and time again, can’t we just start over? I think we’d make a pretty good team in all honesty.”

And (Y/n) was serious. Try as they might to dislike Shinobu, whenever they felt her arrival in the big city, they always went looking for her. They just couldn’t help but be drawn to her and the angst she shouldered. As hard a time as they liked to give her, they thought Shinobu was rather remarkable.

“Call me that one more time.” Shinobu dared.

“…Bu-Bu— AH!”

Shinobu pelted a barrage of knives and needles at (Y/n)’s retreating back as they sprinted and dove out of the alleyway, startling a pompous looking rich couple strolling down the street.

“Sorry, ‘scuse me! Trying not to die!”

***

Shinobu didn’t know what to do. She hated to even consider the possibility that this was a battle she could not win. She accepted long ago that (Y/n) really did feed off of the negative emotions of others and since that was the case, it was very likely that she could not be the one to kill the demon, simply because her well was much to deep. It pained her to say that (Y/n) was correct. As long as her anger remained unchecked, she could not defeat them.

Maybe it would be best to hand this self-imposed task to someone else. Kanao could probably overtake them… but Shinobu knew she would not be satisfied unless she ended things on her own terms. How could she lessen the hate within her so that she could utterly destroy (Y/n)?

Then Shinobu got an idea. A new approach. An insane approach.

What if she made an effort to befriend the demon? Maybe she could trick herself into lessening that hatred. Shrinking her well and thereby weakening (Y/n) enough to possibly defeat them on her own. At this point, she had no other options but to cut her loses and try to forget the infuriating demon and Shinobu was no quitter.

With that, she began planning her next trip to Tokyo with a renewed vigor. Who knew killing someone with kindness could be taken so literally.

***

“So let me get this straight…” (Y/n) rubbed the back of their neck, “You want a tour of the city and you want me to give it to you.”

“Yes.”

“But… why?”

“I was just thinking it’s been such a waste chasing you around. I’ve been all over this city but never stopped to take it in. You’ve been living here for months now, so I figured you could show me around. Does that not sound favorable? Didn’t you say you wanted to extend an olive branch?”

(Y/n) hummed, amused, “Are you sure this isn’t some elaborate scheme you are trying to pull that’ll render me worm food?”

No. “Yes, no tricks. I promise.” Shinobu held out her hand, then subtlety rolled her eyes when (Y/n) eyed the limb suspiciously. She rolled up her sleeves, “Completely bare, see?”

(Y/n) pursed their lips in thought before nodding in acceptance, a shy smile working at their lips as they reached their hand out to grasp Shinobu’s in a firm shake.

“Alright, what would you like to see first?”

“Surprise me.”

(Y/n) was a surprisingly competent tour guide bursting with information about themself and the sights around them. They had begun by telling Shinobu about the small village they had come from and how much of a culture shock it was when they finally made to Tokyo. They had never seen so many people and there were so many lights that it almost made night seem like day. It was very overwhelming at first, but they got a hang of it.

After wandering around for some time, (Y/n) asked Shinobu if she was hungry and took her to a ramen hut that was wildly popular.

“I’ve heard all sorts of great things about this place. If eating regular food didn’t make me feel so ill afterwards, I would be all over it! You have to let me know how it tastes!” They beamed excitedly.

Shinobu had to admit it was very good and well worth the wait.

“Hey Bu— Kochou, you’re a smart, science-y kind of gal. Do you think that a cure for demons is possible?”

“…I suppose it’s not out of the realm of possibility. Though I’d say it’s unlikely. It’s not something I’ve spent any time studying anyhow.”

“I see,” (Y/n) sighed, “you know, another reason I came to Tokyo was because I heard that there was a demon around here who was researching a cure, but I think she must have skipped town. It makes sense I guess. It’s a dangerous business trying to defy, ya know… so if a nobody like me heard about a demon doctor in Tokyo she must have packed her things and left the second her cover was blown. It’s still aggravating though, I really wanted to try to help her out.”

After Shinobu finished her meal, (Y/n) paid for it before she could retrieve her pouch.

“I thought you said you gave away all your money.” She recalled.

“I did, but I got myself a job that even comes with boarding! I only needed a place to protect me from the sun, but I thought I’d send the money I made back home to provide a steady income to my friend but the letters kept getting returned to me unopened so I’m kind of stuck with the cash…” They ran their hands over their clothes uncomfortably but put on a brave smile, “Well, anything else you’d like to do? The night is still young.”

They made their way down the bustling road, (Y/n) being the one to keep the conversation going most of the time. Shinobu made an effort to listen to at least pretend to be interested and file away any information that could actually be important moving forward.

She was distracted by a woman calling for someone as she clumsily navigated her way across the street. (Y/n) turned to greet her, seemingly familiar with her. Shinobu watched the interaction curiously.

“I just wanted to thank you for helping me the other day!” The woman bowed profusely, shoving a box of assorted treats into (Y/n)’s hands.

“You don’t need to thank me for anything, really. Somebody needed to step in.”

“Even so, please accept these as a token of my gratitude.” The woman shifted nervously before quickly kissing (Y/n)’s cheek before running back into the crowd.

“What was that about?” Shinobu asked.

“I, uh, punched a guy that was trying to feel her up. You probably don’t agree with the way I chose to go about it but,”

“No, I probably would have done the same. Good on you.” Shinobu half-heartedly praised.

“You mean it? Phew, I thought you’d be all like, ‘you mustn’t ever raise your hand to a human no matter the reason!’ or something.”

“I don’t sound like that.”

“You kinda do. Anyway, I would love to see you punch a guy. Just really wipe the floor with some jerk who really deserves— Hey! Watch out!”

(Y/n) disappeared from Shinobu’s side in a second and she heard an awful crunching sound and turned to the street. She saw a young boy on hands and knees, a temari rolling slowly away from him, and just a little further to the left, (Y/n)’s forearm had caved in around the hood of an oncoming automobile, stopping it in its tracks.

“Are you okay?” They asked the boy before checking in on the passengers of the vehicle. The obviously intoxicated driver shook an angry fist at them before puttering off at a much slower, jerkier speed.

Shinobu approached the scene, prepared to check over the boy for injuries. He clearly scraped up his palms and knees and was crying woefully.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” (Y/n) smiled sympathetically, “Here, I know a bit of magic that will help the pain go away.”

Shinobu watched the demon make a whole manner of nonsensical hand gestures and noises that made the weepy boy giggle and then with a deep inhale, the boy blinked, suddenly he didn’t feel so bad.

“You really are magic.” He whispered with awe.

“It’s our secret, okay?”

The boy made a show of zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

“Kochou, do you have anything for his scrapes? I can take care of the pain, but not the actual injuries.”

“Of course.”

She patched the boy up and (Y/n) retrieved his temari. Together they helped reunite the boy with his worried mother.

“Are you always so busy? Or are you putting on a special show just for me?” Shinobu asked.

“Not at all! I may feed off of negative emotions, that I’ll sit by if there is something I can do to make it better.”

“I recall you saying something similar before I suppose.”

“Oh, so you do listen to me. I wonder sometimes.” (Y/n) teased.

“Just take me to our next destination, please.”

“You got it, Bu-Bu.”

“Quit it.”

***

Another handful of months go by, more than a year since she first tackled (Y/n) to the ground and Shinobu knows she’s in too deep. Her plan was to marginally taper her hatred for (Y/n), not fall in love with them! Try as she might to ignore it, (Y/n) had shown their merit time and time again and grew on Shinobu like lichen on sturdy stone.

They were genuine, goofy, sweet, a pain in the ass, and Shinobu was smitten. There had been a handful of times where Shinobu thought she could do it, she could get the jump on them and end it all for good, but then (Y/n) would smile at her so sincerely or laugh in the way that would make her heart swell and she just couldn’t do it!

She told them things about herself that those closest to her had to twist her arm to get out of her. She just couldn’t believe she had gotten here from where she started, but try as she might to convince herself, she couldn’t say she regretted it.

“Oh great! You found a seat!”

Shinobu tried to temper the blush dusting her cheeks. She still hadn’t quite recovered from (Y/n)’s exuberant appraisal of the yukata she had worn for the occasion. It was a festival after all, why not dress up a bit? No other reason…

“Here, hope you like dango.”

“I do. Thank you.” Shinobu smiled, taking the offering and trying to ignore how her skin tingled when her hand brushed theirs.

They watched the procession of performers carry on down the street lit in a vibrant orange glow from the paper lanterns scattered around, but they kept glancing at each other, nervous for whatever reason. Their hands accidentally brushed when (Y/n) rested their palm against the branch. They jolted apart before cautiously meeting in the middle again.

“Shinobu,”

“Hm?” Shinobu attempted to mentally beat down her fluttering heart, when she saw how close (Y/n)’s face was to hers.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Already breathless, Shinobu nodded numbly. There had been a couple close calls in the past since they seemed to pull on each other like magnets, but now it was really happening. Or maybe not because Shinobu’s stomach was suddenly in knots.

This whole build up was built upon the fact that she wanted to take (Y/n)’s life. A secret she had kept to this very night. Perhaps if she brought it up when they first entered the friend stage they could have laughed about it, but now it was eating her up inside. She had to tell them.

“W-wait.”

(Y/n) pulled back, apologies ready for being so forward, but Shinobu shushed them.

“Before we continue. I must tell you something important.“

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked, shifting uncomfortably.

“My intentions towards you have not always been pure.” Shinobu swallowed. “When I first approached you under the guise of offering an olive branch, I was really coming at you as a Trojan horse. I intended to get close to you, in order to bring down your guard and lessen my hate towards you in hopes to more easily destroy you.”

“Oh.”

“Instead I accidentally fell for you. It’s rather ironic, isn’t it?” Shinobu chuckled, attempting to lighten the weight of her very heavy confession.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) chuckled dryly in return, looking down at their feet, “you must be disappointed.”

“I grappled with it for a while, but I got over it.” Shinobu slid her hand out to find (Y/n)’s again, but to her surprise they stood up before their hands met.

“I’m sorry falling in love with me was such an awful thing that you had to fight with yourself over it.”

“(Y/n)?” Shinobu stood as well, reaching out for them only for them to back away.

“Well, in a way I guess you still succeeded. I don’t think I’ve ever hurt this much.”

“I didn’t tell you this to hurt you, I just wanted to be transparent with you.”

“You had plenty of time to be transparent! When did you start to actually care? How much of the time that I look back fondly upon were you actually thinking about when to stab me in the back!”

“(Y/n), please,” Shinobu beseeched, but (Y/n) shook their head.

“I think I better go.”

“Wait—!”

Shinobu reached out to grab them but they were already gone.

***

Shinobu had searched for (Y/n) in all the usual places. She even waited outside their place of work, but their boss sourly told her they had been missing their shifts. They wouldn’t leave Tokyo without telling her, would they? She had looked in all the usual places, asked people for any hint of their whereabouts, but received no leads. Thinking about it now, (Y/n) always seemed to be the one finding her, not the other way around. (Y/n) probably tracked her through their abilities and this meant that if (Y/n) didn’t want Shinobu to find them, she never would.

Broken hearted, she returned home and the girls noticed the somber fog she brought home with her. She appreciated their attempts to cheer her up, but nothing would keep her from her brooding for long.

Day after day she wallowed, barely keeping up with her work because as long as she appeared to be functioning on the surface, people left her alone for the most part. She’d lay in bed, languishinging away. Stewing in her sadness and growing frustrated with herself. She was not Tomioka, she wasn’t the type to lay in a dark room all day and wonder, ‘why me?’ She took charge! She kicked ass and took names! She saw a butterfly in the garden that reminded her of (Y/n) and cried about it for twenty-five minutes…

Shinobu was absolutely miserable.

Taking note of the time, she took a deep breath and heaved herself out of bed to allow herself some time to fix herself into something resembling a functioning human being before she headed to the lab. She had been working on finding a cure for demons lately and though she really had no need to continue, except for maybe Nezuko she supposed, she couldn’t bring herself to clean up and pack away what she had worked out already. She wondered how long that demon doctor (Y/n) had mentioned had been searching for a cure.

As Shinobu dragged her feet through the halls, she heard a commotion. She was content to ignore it, thinking it was probably just the rowdy boys coming back from their latest missions until she heard someone shouting about a demon.

A demon on estate grounds was unheard of, especially during the day.

Shinobu ran passed the lab and through the sea of Kakushi frantically running about, yelling to quickly find her or Kanao to deal with the matter.

“Everyone be quiet!” She heard Aoi yell from somewhere within the chaos. “Remember the protocol! Get to your stations!”

The crowd thinned enough for Shinobu to make her way outside. Kanao was already there, sword at the ready. Shinobu aimed her gaze further ahead to see exactly what they were dealing with her heart nearly fell to her feet.

Underneath a large umbrella, only slightly singed, (Y/n) stood timidly, trying not to do anything that would warrant Kanao’s wrath.

Shinobu moved on autopilot, almost tripping herself a few times because she couldn’t take her eyes away from (Y/n). Her hand managed to find Kanao’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, they won’t harm anyone here.” She assured.

Kanao searched Shinobu’s face before taking a step back. Though she had been concerned with Shinobu’s behavior as of late, she was curious to see where exactly she was going with this.

Shinobu walked on until there was only a few steps distance between them. (Y/n) bit their lip nervously.

“Hey—“

“What are you doing out in the sun?!” Shinobu scolded, “You could die! Get inside right now before something goes horribly wrong!”

Shinobu shrugged off her haori and put it around (Y/n) in hopes of adding another protective layer and quickly ushered them inside.

“I’ve got everything under control Kanao, let everyone know there is no need to worry and to go back about their day, please.”

Shinobu pushed (Y/n) through the halls, finally shoving them into her room and shutting the door behind them.

“Are you feeling okay? Nevermind, stupid question. I know you aren’t.” (Y/n) blew out a gust of air and closed their umbrella.

“How did you know where to find me? Why did you come back?”

“Well, after I stopped feeling sorry for myself I thought about what you said. It wasn’t fair for me to run off on you like that, and avoid you in the days that followed. I went looking for you then, but I guess you had given up. I didn’t know how I could find you again to apologize, but then I started feeling your emotions again so I thought you came back. I followed your sorrow, and followed and followed, bought an umbrella, kept going, and then I wound up here.

I’m so sorry I left you alone like that. I obviously hurt you a great deal. Can you forgive me?”

“I think we both both have our fair share of blame. I forgive you. And I’m sorry, do you forgive me.”

“Yes, of course I do.” (Y/n) took a step forward and rose their arms halfway, hesitating. “Um, would a hug be okay?”

“Get over here.”

Shinobu grasped (Y/n)’s wrists and pulled them forward into a right hug. She relaxed into (Y/n)’s body when their arms wrapped around her.

***

“Darling, I already fed Fugu today.” Shinobu told (Y/n), taking the fish food from their hand and placing it back on the shelf.

“Are you sure? She looks hungry.”

“She is trying to deceive you. She knows you’re an easy target.” Shinobu smiled, pulling (Y/n) out of their room by their hand. “Come along now, it’s a full moon, and you said you wanted to go on a walk with me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah!”

They walked hand in hand through the cool night, the moon illuminating the path, occasionally deviating from the path to share a few stolen kisses along the way. Though Shinobu’s well of anger was far from empty, the love they shared helped make the pain much more bearable.

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