#i have a fever and chills so this is very warm toned

[little-pup-pip]

I'm still sickkkkk

[myfictionaldreams]

Hey love! Quick question, how do you think mafia stucky would be when their for l is on her period or sick? 🥺

Sick Day //Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: I've had this requested so many times, I hope you all enjoy! Also for this specific anon, I've already written a fic where reader has her period called 'i don't care'

Tags: SFW, fluff, lots of comfort, sickfic, anxiety, coughing, fever (just being generally unwell), steve & bucky are stressed

Words: 4.3k

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“Are you ok? You’re never this quiet, it’s unnerving”.

You playfully shoved Bucky as he walked past where you stood, carrying a crate filled with the latest shipment of goods that had arrived at the gang's warehouse that afternoon. Your boyfriend hardly moved from the push but he playfully pretended to drop the important box that seemed to scare Steve more than yourself as he too pushed against Bucky as he walked past, this one forceful enough that he stumbled a few steps.

Grinning at the interaction, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, tone full of sarcasm, “Very funny Buckaroo. Is there really much for me to say whilst you two are at your finest? I’m a little distracted to talk”, you trialled off. Your stare openly at their bare chests, sweat gleaming off the perfectly shaped muscles. It had simply been too hot this afternoon in the warehouse for both of them to wear shirts so with a subtle grin, you suggested maybe they should take them off which they were more than happy to oblige, giving you the best view possible.

A squeal erupted from you as Bucky ran up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against his body, stubble grazing your cheek as he leaned over your shoulder to peck your lips. Relaxing into the touch, you savoured his unnaturally warm temperature, not realising how just chilled to the bone you felt. You pondered on this thought for a moment. It was hot in the warehouse therefore you should have been feeling warm too but, you instead felt quite the opposite. Internally you groaned, hoping this wasn’t a sign that you were becoming ill, especially as you had a headache since the moment you’d risen that morning.

Bucky’s lips were on an exploratory journey of your cheek, only stopping until he was grazing over your ear, “More than just now sweetheart, you’ve been quiet today, is everything alright?” he asked with less of a teasing tone as before.

You withheld the sigh that wanted to escape as he moved away, continuing to help Steve unload the truck but his head turned in your direction so you knew he was still wanting you to answer. Staring around the warehouse, you pondered for a moment how bizarre it felt for it just to be the three of you in the vast building. Usually, it was full of other gang members but Steve and Bucky determined this shipment only required the two of them to unload and then Sam could begin selling to buyers tomorrow.

The automatic response to Bucky’s concerns was ‘I’m fine’, however, this wasn’t necessarily true. You’d had a lingering headache since the morning, and there was a tickle at the back of your throat that didn’t seem to ease even after coughing enough that your chest ached.

Shrugging your shoulders and wrapping your arms around your middle, you tried to keep your expression as nonchalant as possible. “Before either of you start worrying, I am fine, I just think I might be coming down with something, but it’s probably just a cold”.

It was Steve to stop next to you this time, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he lifted a hand to press against your forehead. With a genuine smile, you pulled his hand away and instead hold it onto your cheek, nuzzling into it, feeling the roughness from his training as you insisted, “I’m fine, really I am, it’s just a little headache and cough”.

The mafia leader’s gaze softened a fraction at your touch, his thumb stroking against your cheekbone for a moment before he continued with his worried fretting. “Do you want to go home? I don’t mind taking you and Bucky finishing up here”. You shake your head instantly, stepping closer to him so that you could reach up and stroke a stray piece of blonde hair out of his eyes. It was Steve’s turn now to move your hand away so that he could kiss the tips of your fingers in a delicate way that warmed your cheeks with the loving gaze he was looking at you.

“No, it’s fine I’ll wait, it doesn’t look like you have much left to unpack and anyway, the view is keeping me thoroughly entertained”, you say, eyes dropping to his bare chest before glancing back up to his blue eyes with a suggestive eyebrow raised.

Steve doesn’t say anything, knowing you’re trying to distract him from worrying so he just simply leans down to kiss your forehead and continues with unloading the van. The two of them continued for a few more minutes as you happily watched until the overwhelming urge to massage your temple took over, the motion helping to ease the ache that was beginning to pound there only by the slightest amount.

It was Bucky who spoke next, muttering lowly under his breath as he walked past in a teasing but matter-of-fact tone, “I told you dancing in the rain wasn’t a good idea and you’d catch a cold”.

A smile graced your face as you thought back to yesterday's activities. The three of you had been on the way home from an intimate dinner where you were all dressed in the stunning dress and three-piece suits for Steve and Bucky. On the way home, your favourite song came on the radio and after the few too many drinks you'd had in the restaurant, all you wanted to do was dance and insisted that Bucky pulled over but he countered that you’d catch a cold going out into the rain with only your barely covering dress.

However, Bucky couldn’t say no to you for long as quickly parked up much to your delight and with the music blaring from the stereo, the three of you danced in the rain until you were soaked to the bone, shivering until you couldn’t talk. The romance, joy and grin that beam up to them both were all worth it.

However, with the way you were feeling now, maybe Bucky did have a point but you wouldn’t take back the moment yesterday, even thinking about it had your chest filling with love and warmth.

Looking up at Bucky, you cooed, “Yes, but it was so romantic!” Your boyfriend's eyes softened for a split second before quickly moving out of the way as you had an influx of sneezes, your eyes watering and your throat burning with intensity.

Eventually, the crates were unloaded and ready for Sam and the three of you were on the way home. However, it seemed the sneezes were the start of your downfall, feeling worse off from when you’d arrived at the warehouse. Sitting in the backseat with Steve, your head rested heavily against his shoulders, eyes closed with the hopes that it would help your headache. You would have held onto Steve’s hand but you spent more time wiping your nose that hadn’t stopped running since you began sneezing, luckily Steve had a spare tissue that now seemed to be attached to your face.

As soon as you were home, Steve insisted on you taking some cold and flu medicine; however, the only kind in your home was a vile liquid form which tasted like bottled sour death. So, of course, you refused with a dismissive wave of your hand as you stepped into the kitchen for a glass of water, “there’s no way I’m taking that, I’m sure I’ll feel better in the morning, just need some rest”.

“Please take just a spoonful, and I’ll fish out some ice cream for you. It’s probably better to start taking some medicine now than waiting and feeling worse”, Steve insisted, following you around with the spoon and medicine like he was Mary Poppins.

“You’re making me sound like a child Steve, and anyway, last time I had some you could hardly wake me for dinner”, referring to the drowsy medication, last time you’d taken it, they could hardly even wake you for dinner.

“Yes, but it’s the only medication we have right now and I’d feel better if you didn’t feel ill, so please take some”. He’d cornered you to the corner of the kitchen, his large frame blocking your escape as you back brushed against the countertops. 

Sighing heavily, you looked up into his worried eyes, seeing Bucky’s over his shoulder with just as much concern and instantly you crumbled on your reluctance, knowing he was right, it was better if you took some than none at all. “Fine I’ll take the medicine but I will only accept because of your offer for ice cream”.

As soon as the rancid medicine coated your tongue, you regretted ever believing you’d feel better after taking it, gagging so violently that tears streamed down your cheeks and even half a tub of ice cream couldn’t shift the lingering taste.

By the time your stomach was full of the dessert, your eyelids were already feeling heavy. Still, you tried to shake it off, wanting to spend the evening with your boyfriends considering it was a rare occurrence to have nothing planned the following day. “What do you want to do tonight,” you asked them both, trying to refrain from yawning as they sat next to you at the table. The two of them shared a look that had you groaning in dismay, “really? You have to work tonight?” Steve shifted closer, kissing your cheek gently and resting his hand on your thigh, his thumb drawing circles through your jeans as Bucky moved to place the ice cream back into the freezer.

“It’s only admin but we’re backlogged by a few weeks so both need to do it but we’ll do it in the living room, we can watch a movie or something”, he suggested as he inched even closer, wanting to feel his warmth and comfort.

“A movie sounds nice”, you answered with a tiny smile, leaning in to peck his cheek before standing, explaining that you were going to change into something more comfortable and you’d meet them in the living room. Despite the medicine, you continued to feel worse and in the process of changing your clothes into your usual pyjamas of shorts and a shirt of either Steve’s or Bucky’s, you had a massive coughing fit that took your breath away. As you tried to compose yourself, eyes closed as the pounding in your head intensified, a warm presence enveloped you from behind.

“I could hear you coughing from downstairs, Doll, are you ok?” Bucky asked, hands stroking up your arms to cup your jaw as you pouted at him.

“Not really, that medicine wasn’t worth it”, you admitted, feeling somewhat sorry for yourself as you leaned into him.

He smiled sadly, kissing your temple affectionately before holding both of your hands, “Come on let’s go downstairs and I’ll see what I can find you to help”.

Steve and Bucky always were so attentive when you weren’t feeling great, going above and beyond for your comfort. Once downstairs, Bucky covered your lap in a fluffy blanket after pulling your legs over his thighs, resting his laptop on your legs to continue working as Steve sat to your other side, his arm over your shoulder so that you could spoon around the muscular limb. On the coffee table between the couch and TV, there was an array of snacks, water, honey and lemon tea, packs of tissues and the dreaded medicine.

However, you didn’t touch any of the items as you promptly succumbed to the drowsy effect and before the movie was even selected, fell into a deep sleep on Steve’s arm.

As the movie credits began playing on the screen, you woke to an ice-cold metal hand on your forehead you moaned in relief, leaning into the welcoming touch.

“You’re starting to get a fever, Sweetheart”, Bucky remarked as his hand remained in place against you. One thing that Bucky’s metal arm could provide was coldness, the special substance that it was made from meant that it would always remain cold, even if he held it over a fire so for moments like now, it was perfect.

“I feel like shit”, you admitted, your voice thick with sleep and croaky from how dry your throat was. Not only this but your head was pounding enough that you didn’t want to risk opening your eyes to the fear that you might vomit and your entire body ached. This all didn’t get any better as you began to violently cough until there was a subtle wheeze with your breaths.

Bucky leaned forward, reaching with his warm hand for the glass of water, holding it up to your lips and helping you to drink half of it.

“Maybe you should have some more medicine baby”, Steve suggested but you were already asleep again.

Another hour passed before they attempted to wake you again so that you could eat something, having not had anything all afternoon but your only response was a shake of the head, your stomach churning at the thought of food.

The next time you woke, it was because you were being carried by Steve, his arms safely braced beneath your knees and back as your head cradled into his neck. “Can I sleep in the spare room tonight?” you asked croakily.

You could feel Steve stop walking, his head turning to try and look down at you, his grip tightening slightly, as he asked, “Why do you want to be in the spare room?”

“Because I don’t want either of you to catch my cold”.

Steve’s body instantly relaxed as he continued walking straight for the shared bedroom, carefully placing you into the centre of the bed before sitting next to you and responding, “Firstly, when have you ever seen either of us ill before?”

He had a good point, you thought, the entire time you’ve been with them both, not once had they been ill but they mostly put it down to the side effects of the experiments they’d been through during their time in the army.

The bed shifted on the other side of you as Bucky continued Steve’s points, “Secondly, do you really think we’re letting you out of our sight for even a second? I don’t think so, Doll”. You mustered up a small smile in response but with your eyes still closed and being comfortable in bed, you quickly fell back to sleep.

During the night was difficult, especially when you needed the toilet but both of your boyfriends were there to either carry or hold onto your hands to help you walk to the toilet when you weren’t feeling at your strongest.

When you woke up the next day, it was only because Bucky had shaken you to give you some new medicine that he’d just been and bought from the store. Reluctantly, one of your eyes peeked open to see Bucky dressed and looking at you with such worry you wanted to crawl over to him and comfort the brunette but your body didn’t seem to want to listen to you.

“Am I dead?” You tried to ask jokingly but the crackly voice from your sore throat had you wincing with how hoarse it sounded.

Bucky tried to genuinely smile as he stroke the back of his hand against your cheek, “Well, you were snoring like the dead so, potentially”. You would have swatted his arm away if you had the energy but instead, you only groaned, trying to hide your face in the pillow. “Talk to me, how are you feeling? Where does it hurt the most? I’ve got some water here for your medicine and some tea that’ll help your throat”.

Opening your eyes fully, you accepted the drinks and meds from him and noticed that he had covered the bedside cabinet with the array of treats, tissues and drinks from yesterday.

“What time is it,” you asked after being repositioned so your back was against the headboard, the position change meant that your blocked nose began to run so you shoved a tissue up each nostril and left it there, finding it easier than having to keep wiping, not caring what you looked like.

Bucky glanced at his watch. “It’s nearly 2 pm, I’ve been to the shop this morning and was waiting for you to wake up to take your meds but, I had a sneaky suspicion that you could probably sleep for the rest of the day if we left you to it”.

You were in disbelief that you’d been able to sleep for that long. Looking around, you couldn’t see your other boyfriend, “Where’s Steve?”.

“He’s just on the phone, he’ll be back in a minute don’t worry. Do you want to stay in here today or downstairs?”

“In here please”, as you respond, you slide your body back down further into the bed.

Bucky leaned down to kiss the top of your head before shuffling off to change out of his jeans and into some joggers but, before he’d even returned you were already asleep once more.

The next time you woke, it wasn’t because of meds or needing to use the toilet, this time it was because you thought you were going to explode you were so hot. Your skin was hot and clammy to the touch, sweating profusely as you tossed and turned to try and find some relief, and in the end, sobbing because you felt so poorly.

Bucky had been trying his best to keep your fever cool with his metal arm whilst Steve was helping you drink water but in the end, they both decided it was probably easier to just sit in the bath with lukewarm water. They both joined you, mostly holding up your body as you had no energy to even try and after a few minutes, you finally sighed in satisfaction, even though the fever remained at least the water helped to keep you calm.

After returning to bed in shorts and a vest, you had hoped to fall back to sleep but instead, you spent what felt like hours coughing and wiping your nose. Steve and Bucky were once again there every step of the way, stroking your back, reminding you that they were there and that everything would be ok which was what you needed to hear when it felt like you were struggling to breath with how tight your chest felt.

As the hours ticked by, they became anxious that you’d not eaten and even though you explicitly explained that you weren’t hungry, Steve still cooked his homemade chicken noodle soup, encouraging you with every mouthful. Even though you couldn’t taste it, it did make you feel a little better to have a full stomach, enough so that you were able to fall asleep.

As you slept, Bucky would continuously touch your feverish skin with his cool hand as Steve placed wet cloths against your forehead with the hopes of cooling you down. Only when you began to shiver did they both stop, satisfied that your fever had passed; however now, you couldn’t warm yourself up.

By the second day, Steve was near to having a nervous breakdown and had his phone in hand to call a doctor. However, in your half-conscious state, you tried to soothe his worries. He knew it would pass but you hated to see him so on edge. Bucky was just as bad, every time you’d open your eyes, he was there, unblinking stare watching your chest rise and fall.

The only way you could try and help them was by asking Steve to hold you close, which he was more than happy to do. Sliding further up the bed until his back was resting against, as he sat against the headboard, he pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his, chests brushed together and your head resting on his shoulder.

You hummed in relief, “You’re like my own personal heated blanket”, you praised him, snuggling closer to his body. Bucky sat beside you both, sliding the fluffy blanket around your shoulders and kissing the back of your head, being careful not to touch you with his metal arm in case it was too cold.

You were highly aware of this from the awkward angle that he was sitting and you instantly felt bad for him, reaching a hand out of the blanket to grab onto his metal one.

“I don’t deserve you two”, you say with exhaustion and sadness lacing your voice.

“Yes you do, now go to sleep”, Steve brushed off your comment with a kiss to your temple, his fingers massaging over your head, helping you to fall asleep.

You seemed to spend more time asleep than awake but your body needed to recover, hardly having the energy to even wake up properly when it was time to take your medicine but luckily Bucky was there to help hold you up and tilt the water and meds into your mouth.

You were also half-aware that they were both moving you between the living room and the bedroom, making sure you weren’t stuck in the same position for too long. Your face would be regularly cleaned of the different bodily fluids that seemed to be leaking out of you, they would help you to the toilet day or night when needs be, and there would always be soup ready for the small time periods where you were awake.

Even though you were safe and slowly recovering, Steve and Bucky were struggling to see you this poorly. It got to the point that Natasha had to come around with groceries and help tidy the house as both men refused to leave your side.

After three long days of being most unconscious, you woke with only a mild headache, throat still sore but nowhere near as bad as it had been and at least you could breathe through your nose. Opening your eyes slowly, you found yourself laying with your head in Bucky’s lap, his fingers resting over your head like he’d been brushing his fingers over your scalp, whilst your feet rested in Steve’s lap.

You could hear the TV on but from the sounds of the light snoring coming from both men, it seemed that exhaustion finally hit them as they’d fallen asleep, heads dropping on their shoulders in uncomfortable positions. Your heart twisted in guilt at seeing them like this, purple shaded under their eyes and stubble grown out further than usual.

As you turned your head to look at Steve, the movement seemed to startle Bucky awake first, his body jerking with a snort that simultaneously woke Steve up as well, both of their tired eyes snapping to look at you in worry.

“Sorry for waking you”, you say sheepishly, coughing a few times to clear your throat and then giving them a genuine smile that calmed any tension in their bodies.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asked, eyes flicking between your own as he began to run his fingers through over your scalp, confirming your suspicions.

“Yeah, I’m actually feeling a lot better than I was, I can finally breathe through my nose!” You raised your arm in triumph and then quickly dropped it as your cheeks warmed in embarrassment. “Which means I can finally smell myself, I think I’m going to have a shower and change my clothes”.

“Bucky smells worse after the gym, don’t worry baby”, Steve joked, earning a glare from his friend. “Are you sure you’re feeling up for it though? The shower I mean, I don’t want you to push yourself too soon”.

You stretched your full body out, feeling joints click and muscles shake with the movement. “Yeah, I think so. I feel gross so want to get washed up anyway”.

“Let’s go then!” Bucky announced, shuffling to help you stand up, but your knees wobbled slightly and causing you to walk like a baby deer but you made it all the way upstairs and to the bathroom. It wasn’t only you that had a shower, of course, Steve and Bucky joined, both deeming that they needed to wash just as much as you but secretly you knew it was because they wanted to make sure you were ok.

“You’re both such mother hens”, you joke as Bucky washes your hair and Steve sponges over your body. You offered to do the same for them but they declined, making sure you were dry and safe before continuing with their own showers. In the safety of your bedroom, you looked around, trying to notice any signs that you’d been ill but other than the snacks and water on the side, there were no tissues or anything. Your heart pumped harder with love at having both of them so devoted to your care that they’d even clean up your snotty tissues.

“Better?” Bucky asks, stepping out of the bathroom with only a low towel around his waist, and walking towards where you sat at the edge of the bed.

Stifling a yawn behind your hand, you nodded, “Yes. Although even though I’ve only walked a few steps I'm already tired”. He smiles down softly at you, tilting your chin back and kissing your lips, a touch that you had missed dearly and it seems him too with the way his whole body seemed to sigh into it.

Pulling back, he nodded towards the top of the bed, “Get into bed. we’ll be with you in a moment”.

Without any arguments, you happily crawled up the bed, getting under the blanket and waited patiently, making sure not to fall asleep until Bucky and Steve were on either side of you, both kissing your face and shoulder tenderly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better baby”, Steve whispered against your skin.

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read more of my king!simon blurbs here

you weren’t expecting to have a good morning when you made your way up to simon’s chambers.

the previous night you had sent simon to bed with a suspected fever and obvious congestion in his chest. it was a miracle you were even able to get him out of the bathtub - him complaining of a chill in the room. his head felt warm when you were washing his hair and at the mention of you notifying his doctor he brushed you off, “i’ll just sleep it off.”

you had rolled your eyes at him and while you picked out extra layers for him to sleep in you formed a plan to stop by his secretary’s chambers to advise him to send notice to the doctor before making your way to your own chambers for some much needed rest.

his chamber door was already open when you arrived and you’re shocked to already see his secretary and the doctor in the room. you knew simon wouldn’t have just “slept it off” and that he would have just woken up even worse off than he was last night and grumpy. but seeing that he was being poked and prodded so early in the morning by his doctor and having his ear talked off by his secretary had you letting out a heavy sigh before stepping into the room.

“oh, simon.” you whispered, voice laced with pity as you took in his ill appearance, face pale and clammy as you approached his bed.

“oh, nice of you to finally join us.” his secretary quipped in a pissy tone.

“watch it.” simon tried to warn but his voice was choked and raspy. he had gotten worse throughout the night, most likely up coughing. he must be so tired and sore.

the doctor just ignores the two men, instead turning to you with a smile,”good morning, my dear.” he was an older gentlemen, having taken care of simon throughout his entire rule as king. you liked him, he respected you and took none of simon’s shit. “i’m very glad you sent for me, our highness has a substantial fever and there’s a rattling in his chest when he coughs that i’m not particularly fond of.”

before you can respond to the doctor, simon’s secretary is cutting in, “well, sir, it was actually me who sent for you.”

“if it wasn’t for her you wouldn’t even know that i was fucking sick, now would you?” even with one of his muscled arms flung over his face simon was still able to spit venom.

you couldn’t stop a satisfied smile from tugging at your lips. the secretary has never cared for you and you in turn had never cared for him.

“alright, i’ve seen enough.” the doctor sat up from simon’s bed, ignoring the secretary completely to reach into his bag for a vial of a thick dark liquid. “he should take this syrup once this morning and once before bed. he’ll need lots of fluids and even more rest. i trust that he’s in good hands.”

you couldn’t help but blush, you had always taken pride in your work with simon despite all the rumors swirling around the castle, and it felt good to have someone recognize it. “thank you, sir. and thank you for coming on such short notice, hopefully with your help simon will be better soon.”

after giving well wishes to simon the doctor was off and it was just simon, the secretary, and you left in the room. you looked at him expectantly and when he made no motion to leave you two alone you reminded him, “well, the doctor said he needed rest.”

the secretary cut his eyes between you and simon before finally objecting, “well, your highness, what about all of your appointments today? you a meeting regarding the peace treaty with-”

“cancel them!” simon barked. “does it look like i’ll be making an appearance anywhere today, you twat?”

you never really liked it when simon got mean like this, reminded you too much of your separate classes and ranks within the castle. but right now, you were enjoying his little display of power.

“but, but-” the secretary balked, “what if i go in your absence, sir?”

“fine,” simon conceded, “anything to get you out here. and just take notes.” he added.

“thank you, sir.” the secretary seemed elated at this opportunity. you had always thought of him as a little weasel, sticking close to simon just to climb his way up in the royal court. simon kept him around simply because he couldn’t be arsed to find a replacement for him. “i won’t let you down.”

and with that, it was finally just the two of you. you walked the few steps to the end of his bed, taking in his large figure hidden underneath blankets and shawls. “what am i going to do with you, your highness?”

“feel like my heads going to split in two, love.” he complained.

“aww,” you teased, “would the baby like a cold cloth for his forehead?”

he pulled his arm away from his face just enough for you to see his eyes. you could tell he was taking his time trying to come up with a response. you were prepared for him to come back with something equally as childish as your teasing was but instead he just sagged his shoulders and said, “yes, please.”

you walked to his bathroom with a smile on your face and a warm, fluttery feeling in your chest.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Wait I love the look into Teddy verse pre-reader. What about the first time Teddy was sick? I imagine Alfred got a very panicked phone call

"Alfred what do I do?"

"Well I suggest you start with hiding the body and establishing-"

"No," he said, frustrated, shifting the whimpering boy closer to him when he shivered. "Teddy has a sore throat."

"Oh dear," Alfred said, tone shifting from dry and slightly irritated at his morning cup of tea being interrupted to concerned. "Fever, chills-"

"All the boxes," Jason confirmed.

"Well start with a warm drink and a call to the doctor's office."

"Do you have the-"

"You get a hot drink started and I'll call the pediatrician," Alfred said. Feeling some sympathy for his adopted grandson. It was hard to be a single parent- even harder when you were so young. And inexperienced.

"Thank you," Jason said, sounding relieved.

"Of course. Do you have what you need for soup or-"

"I just pulled chicken out of the freezer and I'll schedule some stuff to pick up when I get Teddy's prescription-"

"Certainly not," Alfred said sternly, hearing Teddy whimper softly- and it was the contrast to his cheerful shouting that tugged at his heartstrings. "Send me a list of what you need. I'll deliver it myself." He'd meant to polish the silver and tend to the upstairs carpets today but- it could wait. There was a sore throat that needed seen to first.

[bloomingflowersthings]

Playing pretend

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x daughter!reader

age: 8

Summary: today was meant to be a very fun day for you, however when you wake up sick you try to hide it from your mama

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Today was your favorite day of the week. It was lab day with Tony. None of the other avengers would want to spend a whole day locked in a lab with a genius, but you were also a genius. At the age of 8 you had earned your space in the avengers compound as a child progidy. You were even designing your very own suit. Nothing could go wrong today.

Except for the fact that you got sick. You woke up chilled to the bone, feeling like there was a block of cement in your sinuses and with an annoying tingle in your nose that made you want to-

“Hih’tiishiew!” you sneezed down your hands.

No, you couldn’t just miss lab day. Maybe if you put some makeup on Tony wouldn’t notice, maybe if you stifled your sneezes and coughs, maybe if no one touched your skin. Yeah, it couldn’t be that hard right?

“Miss L/N, Miss Maximoff requires your presence in the compound kitchen, your breakfast is ready.” Friday announced.

Oh crap. Wanda was your mentor and mother figure ever since you moved to the avengers compound at the age of 3, she was your mama and she loved you so much. She could understand what you were thinking without you needing to say it. Not because of her powers, she would never read your mind without permission, but because of the deep connection you two shared. So hiding the fact that you were sick from Tony was easy, however hiding it from Wanda would be difficult.

“FRIDAY? Tell mama i’m on my way- H’tsschoo! Hhup’tshiew!”

“Bless you, miss L/N. Your body temperature is currently at 38.4. I believe miss Maximoff should be alerted of your condition.”

“No Friday! i’ll be alright!! please don’t tell her!”

Hurrying up you put on your clothes, blew your nose and put on a little makeup, you were looking far from healthy, but it was better than nothing.

Entering the elevator you encountered Kate who was headed to training. The young archer was like a big sister for you and she immediately picked up that something was off.

“Good morning kitten, are you heading for breakfast?” Kate asked, joy clear in her words as she spoke to you.

“Yeah.” you said, lacking your usual bubbly energy.

“Well, a birdie told me that today is lab day, so you must be excited right?” She said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” You answered bluntly.

Kate was about to point out how congested you sounded when you suddenly ducked your head in your elbow to contain a set of sneezes.

“Bless you Y/N! are you feeli-“

“Never better!! gotta go! bye Katie have a good day!”

Just as she was about to feel your forehead the door to the elevator opened. You knew she was just worried about you, but nothing could make you lay down today.

Entering the kitchen you got surprised by the fact that your mama had made you waffles. They were your favorite and she only made them on special days.

“Good morning detka, did you sleep well?”

“Good morning mama, is there something special today?”

“Well, you were so excited for your lab day that I decided to make you a little treat, did you like it?”

“Yes mama!! thank you so much!!”

While you were excited because of the waffles, you almost didn’t notice Wanda approaching you, and when you did noticed it was too late. Your fever clouded brain wasn’t fast enough to avoid the kiss on the cheek that she gave you every morning.

As soon as her lips touched your warm cheek, the smile Wanda had on soon turned into a frown and you knew there was no turning back now.

“Baby, you feel warm, are you feeling okay?”

You tried to answer properly however, your nose had other plans.

“I feel fi -Hh- fine -Hh’k-tshhiew! Heh’iiishiew! Hh..H..HHitsshiew!”

“Bless you Y/N!” She exclaimed, worry clear in her tone as she spoke, “I think you’re getting sick honey, I’m afraid we’re gonna have to postpone your day with Tony.”

“You’re overreacting! I’m fine!!” While trying to prove Wanda that you weren’t sick, your breath got caught in your throat, sending you into a harsh coughing fit.

“Calm down baby, just breathe.” Wanda began rubbing circles on your back. She could feel your lungs rattling with every cough.

As your fit ended, the witch looked deep into your eyes, a loving look that showed affection. “Y/N, I know how excited you were. I know you had plans for today and that you don’t want to cancel them. However, we need to get you feeling better, because you’re not gonna have much fun if you’re feeling yucky the whole time right?”

At the mentioning of canceling your plans, you could already feel tears pricking your eyes. “But mama, I can go! i’m not feeling that bad I swe-“ Your body betrayed you once more as you sneezed twice on your elbow, the action bringing another coughing fit.

With a swift of her hand, Wanda gave you a cup of water while rubbing your back. “Shh, drink it slowly detka.” As your coughing subsided she finally reached out to feel your forehead, feeling your raging fever.

“Jesus Y/N, you’re burning up love! please just lay down for me.”

“But I really wanted to go…” you said, your voice trembling both because of your emotions, and because of your chills.

“I understand your frustration. You can go once you’re feeling better. C’mon, i’m going to take care of you.” Wanda spoke tenderly. She effortlessly picked you up and your exhaustion made you lay your head on her shoulder.

Exiting the kitchen you both stumbled across Kate, who interrupted her training and came to check up on you.

“I think she’s got a cold, but she’ll be alright.” Wanda explained to the archer. “Call me if you need any help!” Kate offered, and you knew she would drop everything to take care of you. Luckily, all of the avengers loved and protected you and you felt safe around them.

In your hazy state, you only noticed you weren’t in your room when your mama placed you in her bed. “That’s your room.” You said with your already hoarse voice. “Yes baby, it’s going to be easier to take care of you here.” Wanda answered while rummaging in the bathroom looking for some medicine and a thermometer.

Retrieving everything she needed, Wanda walked back into the room only to find you in your adorable pre sneeze expression. Your breath hitched for a second before your body gave in to the itch, “Hh’tshh! Hh’itshhiew!”

“Can I say bless you now? I didn’t want to interrupt you.” She joked, her tone softening as she approached you, gently moving the hair which had fallen infront of your face and offering you some tissues.

You blew your nose and cleaned your hands before Wanda spoke: “I really need to take your temperature and give you some medicine, can you help me with that?” you nodded slowly, rubbing your eyes. Mama pressed a kiss to your temples as she slid the thermometer under your tongue.

It was only a minute before the device beeped. Reading the tiny numbers Wanda frowned, “39.2, that’s a bit too high, detka.”

you hummed, not really absorbing what was being said to you. The witch gave you a cup of Nyquil and some paracetamol before tucking you under the duvet and laying by your side.

As she massaged your scalp, you found that you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, before you gave in to your exhaustion you got closer to Wanda. “I love you mama, thank you for taking care of me.” you said as you closed your eyelids.

Giving one more kiss to your forehead, the witch answered: “I love you baby, mama will always take care of you.”

[prettypinkpuddles]

i’m in pain so Y/N is too.

yea my hips and back hurt for no reason… AGAIN. so now you are.

now to make myself feel better, here’s how some genshin characters would react to you being in pain. ⭐️

he immediately identifies the issue and finds a way to fix it quick.

period cramps? rubs pyro slime concentrate on your midsection to make them more bearable

“lie still, Y/N. it won’t work properly if you keep fidgeting…” he sighes as he gently pushes down your shoulder. you groan and follow his orders, lying back down with your head on a pillow

“thank you, my little alchemy boy…” you grin at him, he leans down and kisses your temple and goes back to studying… whatever he’s got on his desk.

got a tummyache? he finds out what you last ate and will make you cream soup to make you feel better.

you felt so embarrassed, opening your mouth reluctantly as Albedo pushed to spoon toward you. he was feeding you a simple stew with a potion mixed in it’s broth to lessen the pains of your tummy.

you were more than grateful that your boyfriend had made you a soup, but did he really have to feed you like a wittle baby? in front of the Traveller? your face burned as you accidentally locked eyes with them, who was starting to giggle at your misfortunate situation.

“got it, i’ll be careful in Dragonspine, Albedo. Bye now… bye Y/N.” they stood up and waved goodbye to you, shutting the door and leaving you with Albedo. your lover looked at you, reaching out to feel your forehead.

“my, i think you’re starting to develop a fever-”

you jumped over to Albedo, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his shoulder; you began whining to him about how humiliating it was to be spoon-fed by him in front of the Traveller, your voice coming out in a whiny tone, some words sounding like sobs.

“please don’t ever do that unless i simply can’t lift my arms!” you pleaded with him, almost starting to cry from the situation.

Albedo chuckled and pulled you away to see your puffy, pouty face. “i didn’t realize how much you respect the Traveller’s opinion on you, nor did i think that it might make you embarrassed. I’m sorry, Y/N. i just want you to feel as well as possible..”

you told him it was sweet of him but you only wanted to be fed like that in private.

does his pretty Y/N have chills from Dragonspine after going out with him? oh trust me, he’s got a solution.

he completely pampers you, after all you did go with him, so he’s gonna feel personally responsible

you giggled as Albedo and Klee wrapped you with as many blankets, sheets, quilts and covers as they could find.

“you two don’t have to do this y’know! a small cup of goulash an’ some warm tea; i’ll be jus’ fine!” you said in a bit of protest.

the two didn’t listen, Klee propping you up with another pillow, telling you that you could get very sick from being unprepared in Dragonspine. you giggled at nodded at the little girl as she ran back to Albedo.

“Y/N, i should’ve have had you come with me.” he sighed, hauling the last blanket he could find over to you.

“but i wanted to go! it’s my fault, i didn’t bring any warming bottles with me.” you smiled at him, trying to not make him feel so guilty but it didn’t work. he bent down toward Klee, whispering a task into her ear and she quickly scampered off. Albedo walked toward a shelf of cooking ingredients, pulling down some carrots, tomatoes, slabs of chilled meat, white onions, and potatoes.

you watched as he began making you a warm bowl of goulash with the ingredients you managed to buy from Blanche two days ago. the ingredients were a bit difficult to get since there was a pretty nice sale going on and many people were buying things in bulk.

“i’m baaaaaackkkkk!” Klee burst through the door, holding a yellow drink with apple slices dancing around in it. Albedo grinned at the girl fondly, telling her to hand the drink to you.

you took a sip from it, tasting the sweetness of the apple, the aged cider crisp and rustic in a way. overall, you liked it and could tell that Dawn Winery put their damn foot into making it. you leaned over and pecked the blonde child on her cheek, making her giggle and sway around witty giddiness, “thank you Klee.”

bro give good ass massages 😩 like, he knows how to push his thumbs right into those tender spots.

you winced in pain as Shinobu did her best to tend to your rather deep wounds. at a first glance they looked like mere scrapes and bruises, something a child would get from playing a sport or a rookie samurai, but your bruises and sores wouldn’t stop hurting, even with putting ice on them, they burned dully no matter what you to lessen the pressure on them…. but you had gotten them cleaned, dressed and healed a while ago.

Itto held you hand, letting you squeeze whenever Shinobu cleaned a scrape with alcohol. “can you sit up?”

you turned your legs to the left, pushing yourself off the bed and sat upright, trying not to double over into his lap. he held onto your shoulder, giving it a good squeeze and you sighed in relief, asking him to do it again.

he did, pressing your shoulder between his thumb and fingers and you smiled, the pain practically being pressed away by him.

“i’m gonna grab you some water, Itto, keep doing that, give her a massage. it looks like it’s helping.” Shinobu stood up and walked out the room, heading toward the kitchen. Itto sat himself behind you, starting to press and squeeze at your shoulders.

you turned into soft, warm putty in his hands as he rolled his thumb and palm over your back, rubbing the inside of your shoulder blades for good measure.

“ahh, that’s much better~” you fell back into the oni, a happy grin on your face and he pulled you closer to him. “i might have to have you do that once a month for me, darling…”

Itto grew a smirk at those words, “oh-ho, so you like my massages, Y/N? well, my little buggy-bug, i’m gonna need to be reimbursed for my services if your going to start asking for more. Arataki Itto doesn’t just do any hard work for free!”

“not even for me..?” you looked up at him and pouted like a baby, “pleaseeee?”

Itto leaned back, looking away and blushed ferociously. “w-w-well… i guessss, i could make an expectiom for my partner. after all… it’s not work if it’s for y-you..”

you grinned cheekily at his stammer, finding his flustered stare adorable

Dilcccccc

if his lover has those morning migraine things? mannnnnn he’s ready to break the bank to help you out…. and his maids..

you wake crying, practically bawling your eyes out in horrid pain. Diluc has no idea what’s wrong and you can barely speak because the pains in your head throbbed with each syllable.

“Dollface, do you want me to-!”

“The Light! Turn It Off! Please..!” you shouted, your eyes shut tighter than a clam, your hands over your head. he panicked for a split second and put the light underneath the bed, quickly lessening the intensity of the glow.

“….can i touch you?”

you turned to him and nodded, he reached his arms around your balled up figure and pulled you close. you winced softly and held onto his night shirt, explaining your terrible morning dew dilemma. he suddenly became very soft and gentle with you.

“my mother had migraines, she said that it’d hurt to do lots of things, even swallowing was a challenge for her, but she could bare soup. would you like some?”

you whimpered with a sense of distaste for having something like veggie radish soup, or a crab, ham and veggie bake for breakfast…. but you couldn’t exactly handle chewing anything more than softened veggie and tender meats at the moment.

you pressed your face into Diluc’s hand, nodding with a whine. he let you go, getting up to go out the room, promising you it wouldn’t take any longer than fifteen minutes. you held a thumbs up, not able to pull your muscles up for a smile and nodding was already out of the question.

as you sat there in a dimmed room, you tried to hold back tears, knowing all too well it would just make the throbbing so much worse, so instead you thought of your boyfriend. how sweet and patient he was with you.

you remembered that once you were out helping pick apples and grapes late at night before the workers came in the morning, Diluc came out wondering where you were and once he spotted you, he slowly walked up to you, asking you jokingly if you were planning on eating the picked fruit. you gasped and nearly tripped over a jutted out rock, but luckily he could you and the basket.

“Y/N, doll. i’m back…” Diluc crept back inside, trying to keep as much light out as possible.

you turned away from the open door, waving you hand at him to hurry and close it. he walked toward you, a warm bowl of cream stew in his hands.

you took it from him, holding the spoon above your lips, waiting for any really hot steam to hit your face. once it didn’t, you took the bite, smiling with content at the taste. looking down at the bowl, you saw that the carrots were cut into little hearts and there was a swirl of heavy cream over the broth, making it a little chilled so it wouldn’t be as hot.

“you made this yourself, didn’t you?”

diluc looked at you with a bit of surprise, “how’d you know that?”

you began describing the differences of Adeline making stew versus Diluc making it, how the carrots were cut, the color of the stew was darker, and… the meat tasted like it was from a boar…

he smiled at you, softly kissing your temple as he sat beside you, commending you for your observations.

so let’s say you’re motion sick from the rising of the second Jade Chamber, plus the battle with Bishet

you groaned, finding yourself on the floor, your vision all slurred from the shaking of Bishet and her terror. you’ve been in the Jade Chamber before, when it storms, but this feeling was different. you tried to stand but it was simply no use, opting to crawling toward Ningguang, even if it would distract her from her the fight.

“…Ni-Ning..” you tugged at Ningguang’s flowing dress and looked up at her. she immediately helped you to stand, ordering the Traveller and Shenhe to keep things under control in her swift absence.

you felt terrible for pulling her away from such a crucial moment, but you didn’t know what was wrong and didn’t know who other than your girlfriend to rely on. she laid you down on a soft pillowy bed, telling you she’d get a servant to tend to you swiftly. she called for Mika, one of the older, more attentive workers, giving her instructions to make a soup, find warmed blankets and make sure you were as comfortable as can be. you knew it was a selfish request with what you were about to ask her… but you desperately wanted it.

“no… don’t leave me, N-Ning…” you reached for her arm, pleading with her to not leave your side, knowing she had to and the energy you just used was simply in a vain.

Ningguang shut her eyes and looked away from you for a moment, knowing she had a whole country to take care of, but you were in who knows what kind of pain. she leaned down to you, “you know i have to, but i don’t want to. i’ll be back the moment i’m finished, my love. i promise.��

you whined, but nodded, Ningguang turning away from you and going back outside. Mika began carrying out the orders of the Ningguang, making you lotus seed and egg soup, finding you a fluffy blanket and tending to anything else you might need.

time slowly passed, a few screeches and rumbles, waves crashing and then some silence.

“Y/N!” a few voices called out for you, the doors of the Jade Chamber opening. Ningguang, Ganyu and the Traveller running for you. they immediately began examining you, feeling your temperature, looking for sores and bruises, anything that might help them tell what was wrong.

“i’m fine now, everyone.” you tried wiggling yourself from their probing grasp, but Ningguang just wouldn’t let you go. she smothered you with her affection for the rest of the day, treating you like a natural glaze lily plucked from Dihua Marsh.

shenhe is new to nearly every mortal thing. but she knows some stuff, like menstrual cramps.

you sighed, not wanting to get out of bed, in fact you wanted to sink into bed. you simply decided to doodle, scribbling little mental images you pulled from your mind. you hadn’t realized how much time had passed until your front door was pushed open.

“Y/N? are you unwell?” a soft voice called out to you, footsteps looking for you.

you got up, knowing it could only be Shenhe. she had the only other key you had made for your house, trusting her with it since you knew she simply wouldn’t loose it after knowing it’s importance.

“i’m here, Shen-Shen…”

she turned to your bathroom and found you leaning over the counter. she looked at your pained face, immediately trying to identify the source. she checked for splinters, sores, cuts, scrapes, broken bones, but nothing told her what was wrong.

“…Shen-doll… i’ve got my cycle..” you muttered, not expecting her to understand what you meant. her eyes widened and she scooped you up, walking out the door, making sure to lock it and kept going. you head no idea where she was taking you, maybe to Baizhu for herbs, or to her own house.

you found yourself at a quaint little spot in the mountains, a rock-made table with a tea set, a trickling waterfall and a stunning overview of Liyue.

“Cloud Retainer.” Shenhe called out to the darkness in the waterfall. a few seconds later, an enormous bird crawled out and looked down upon the two of you. you squealed and jumped, falling right out of your girlfriend’s arms, splashing into the waters. the bird seemed to chuckle at you, a smile coming across her face.

i feel like she’s like 50+ feet, which would be pretty scary

“so this is Y/N.” the bird bent her elongated neck down to you and peered at you intently. “she’s very emotional. but why did you bring her?”

“she’s having menstrual pains. i want you to do what you would do to me when i had them.” Shenhe said, helping you stand. she walked toward the bird, again asking for it’s help. the bird sighed but nodded, picking the up the two of you and carrying you under the falls.

“s-so this is Cloud Retainer…?” you whispered.

Shenhe nodded, “yes, she took care of me.”

suddenly you were in a spacious and golden hued area, floating platforms connected by transparent roads. the bird summoned a soft pillowy bed, setting you two down on it. you immediately felt a lot better, the bed warmed and fluffy. you collapsed on it and sighed. the bird lifted her feathers over you two, a warmth falling down upon you. Shenhe’s kissed your cheek, telling you she’d be right back.

you looked around at the wondrous area, catching the attention of Cloud Retainer. she began talking with you about Shenhe, asking if she had adapted to the mortal area well, how you two had met and more.

once the woman in question had returned, you were listening to Cloud Retainer tell a story of her when she was smaller.

“I’ve returned.”

you waved to her, seeing a bowl in her hands. she looked down at the floor she stood at, a set of stairs materializing for her to walk up to you.

“i thought i told you how much i disliked that story.” Shenhe sat on the bed and looked right at the bird.

the bird huffed and turned her head, “i’ll leave you two alone, if you don’t wish for thine company, thou shan’t waste her time!”

and with those very proper words, she flew off into the seemingly endless area. you giggled at the interaction, assuring your lover she’d just began to tell that story. you saw her shoulders loosen from that and handed you the soup. it was a pretty bowl of dragon beard noodles, each ingredient used to make the heart more and more intricate and lovely.

you quickly nommed the dish down, feeling extremely satisfied, you laid back down on the bed of pillows, your pains subsiding and softening. Shenhe looked down at your still and tranquil figure, leaning closer toward your face, reaching to play with your hair, scratching at your scalp with her nails.

you lazily looked up at her and grinned, the soft and motherly feeling drifting you into a sound sleep. Shenhe lied beside you and pulled you toward her chest, following your lead and falling asleep.

[trickstarbrave]

Hiiiiii I have a fever and I wrote this before I had to retreat under the blankets bc I got chills (god I’m getting my ass kicked by this flu)

This is for my fic Moon and Star. A glimpse of Voryn Dagoth accidentally taking a peak at an alternate timeline. I don’t know if I’ll include it in the final chapter when we get there (it’s super far ahead) or if it’s even fully coherent (see above: I wrote this while I have a fever and chills so expect many typos lol) but I wanted to share

You can avoid if you don’t want spoilers but even if you do I don’t think they’ll ruin the whole story

Voryn was having another one of his dreams where he was watching himself from inside his own body. It had been happening more and more often, when before it was usually a rare occurrence; even when he did in the past, he usually woke up barely able to remember any of it, nor did he think it was very important.

But this one was different. He could feel it--like something important was about to happen. He didn’t know what, but anticipation settled in his core, even though his body was rather lax.

It was the war, again. Independence of the chimer still had not been won. He was in a meeting room he commonly frequented, looking over papers. Down the hall he recognized was his office where the spies and mages of House Dagoth were hard at work managing communications and crafting spell scrolls like their lives depended on it.

Voryn was looking over a scroll detailing relevant information about the person they were meeting with today. A captain from House Indoril who had been quickly rising up the ranks.

“A former canvasari?” He raised an eyebrow skeptically, his mouth forming the words without his consent. In such dreams he didn’t have the option to speak what he truly wanted. It was like being trapped, someone else puppeteering his body and speaking with his voice. Would Voryn make such a remark with such an annoyed tone? Possibly, but not when he knew better than to doubt someone. Neht was a canvasari for his house once and he also climbed up the ranks swiftly.

“Apparently her Majesty praises his abilities.” Gilvoth remarked snidely.

“His skills in battle or in the bedroom?” Voryn asked deadpan. Gilvoth gave a hearty laugh. That comment he did have to stand behind. Almalexia was a true ruler of Resdayn, taking many concubines in her harem as she searched for an equal to help her rule. And an equal she eventually found in the form of Nerevar.

“It can't be the bedroom because he’s not in her harem yet.” Gilvoth was still chuckling. “But only time will tell.”

“Hmm.” Voryn hummed.

A few moments later the doors swung open, and his eyes settled on the man they were meeting.

White hair in a messy mohawk. Blue eyes shining with mischief. A warm smile on his face that could make almost anyone melt. A confident stride as he walked straight towards Voryn. If he was in control of his body, no doubt he would have pulled the other mer into an embrace right away, hands around his armored waist and pressing feather light kisses to his husband’s forehead.

But he was not in control of his body. Instead Voryn looked at him with heavy skepticism.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Gilvoth and Voryn Dagoth.” He held out his hand for Voryn to shake.

It felt like static ran through him as he realized what was going on.

Neht… Couldn’t be introducing himself to Voryn. Voryn and Nerevar grew up together. Nerevar had been his guard, his canvasari. They enlisted together in the military--Nerevar lived in his house--

Voryn did not shake the hand that was offered to him, as though he really was meeting a total stranger he’d rather not touch. Nerevar blinked up at him as Voryn turned away, disgruntled.

“Our heir doesn’t like unnecessary contact.” Gilvoth explained, instead shaking Nerevar’s hand for him. Roughly, might Voryn add. Nerevar covered a slight winced with a laugh. It was true Voryn was picky with physical contact; he preferred not touching total strangers at all unless absolutely necessary. But Neht was different--they’d held hands since childhood, shared beds when the other had a nightmare, shared food even. He helped shave the sides of Nerevar’s head gingerly and Nerevar would in return help brush oil through his hair so Voryn didn’t have to go through the hassle of maids touching his scalp.

“My apologies then, I had no intentions of offending you.” Nerevar smiled back up at him brightly. “I will keep that in mind going forward.”

“I would appreciate it.” Voryn looked back to the other papers on the table. “While you’re here, I have some things I wanted to discuss with you.”

They poured over the table as Voryn began to relay careful information they had gathered. Nerevar nodded intently, focusing. He could hear the other Voryn’s inner thoughts faintly--and that was what Voryn would have to call him until he had a better explanation--as he spoke. Wondering if this s’wit would even be able to understand the information, if he was even capable of leading a battalion so young, and so on. He even started to explain it more and more complicatedly, hoping Voryn could use it against him later when he undoubtedly corrected him condescendingly. It was how he was with others, but never with Nerevar.

Nerevar continued with rapt attention, sometimes locking eyes with him. The other Voryn felt his cheeks flush slightly for unknown causes--but Voryn internally knew what such a sensation was. Attraction. Feeling flustered. As much as he was trying to act haughty, even this Voryn found Neht attractive. Of course he would! He was Voryn, wasn’t he? Voryn has loved Nerevar since he laid eyes on him. Perhaps he was acting especially arrogant because he was so flustered by the attractive chimer making him feel things so unfamiliar to him in such a serious setting.

“Actually,” Nerevar stopped him, Voryn glaring when he was interrupted. Nerevar gave an apologetic smile as he continued, motioning at the map. “The nords aren’t camped here.” He moved his finger to point at a location northeast. “They’ve been moving recently. Splitting off in some areas, but this is their current center base.

Voryn looked offended, flipping through his notes. Sure enough, in a recent report, there was a note they had moved camps to that location. He must have missed it when drawing up the map.

Voryn’s face turned a slightly deeper shade of red. He didn’t know whether he wanted to yell or laugh; he had been trying to catch the other and correct him, but in doing so Nerevar was the one to get him. He looked like a typical headstrong warrior, but he had a wise mind somewhere in that beautiful head of his.

Nerevar moved the pieces they were using to the proper location with remarkable accuracy to coordinates. “I think your plan still works though. The snow will be melting soon, even if they are further north. Winds and ashes from Red Mountain will make the terrain a mess for the frost walkers.” Nerevar explained. “But we have an ashlander in my battalion. My men have been trained well for such terrain.”

Voryn couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner on his lips. He liked a clever man after all--he always had. And he loved when Nerevar was so clever for him. “My, it’s almost like you knew the war would be headed further north.”

“Mournhold has been well secured.” Nerevar explained. “The nords are also simple warriors. When the going gets tough, they try to find an advantage they have. However, they still haven’t learned the seasons of Vvardenfell, despite all their damn time occupying us.” He spat the last part out. “You are an excellent planner though, Voryn.” Nerevar used his first name casually, something that came naturally to Voryn. Yet, Gilvoth’s offended huff reminded him that their difference in status should make such a thing an insult.

The other Voryn didn’t think so, however, raising his hand to stop Gilvoth’s incoming rant before it began.

“You are quite a wise man yourself, Nerevar.” It was his first time saying the name in this body, marveling at the sweet way it rolled off his tongue. “I’d like to hear more about what you think on the eastern front.”

“Ah, but of course.” Nerevar smiled warmly, beginning to explain all the various camps and formations that were on the eastern side of Vvardenfell, and how the was certain most were diversions. Except, like Voryn, he believed the nords would eventually join up at the northernmost side of the island when they least expected it, and begin raiding from there. Even Gilvoth said he was overthinking it when he proposed such an idea, but Nerevar had first had experience and detailed accounts of how they moved and their attack patterns.

It was like talking to a skilled intelligence agent or a warlord. Ah, what a thrill it was. If he had his way, he’d try to convince him to join House Dagoth right now, put that brilliant mind to use properly. But that was probably too forward for a first meeting.

[ratcatcher0325]

A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #19)

Chapter #19. Natalie learns more about Alexander’s past. 

Previous: Chapter #18

Next: Chapter #20

Word Count: 4,103 Read Time: Approx. 32 mins

CW: adult language, mentions of abuse

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #19: Be this the Whetstone 

[Natalie’s POV]

I tried my best to keep my overwhelming enthusiasm under wraps. That poem, from The Fellowship: he knew it all by heart! With a blush of color brightening my cheek I couldn’t help but be totally enamored with the grumpy little man I held aloft between my fingers. I set him down to the right of my place setting where his food was carefully plated on that selfsame saucer from earlier in the day.

“You know how to use chopsticks, right?” He craned his neck to meet my eyes as he settled into a half way cross-legged position before his dinner. His bandaged leg still splayed out to his side. His lips pressed together as he raised an eyebrow. He didn’t have to say a word for me to tell he was insulted by the fact I’d even dared to ask him the question. “Here, then, you angry little fella…” pinched between my thumb and forefinger were two halves of a broken toothpick. I figured those would be about the right size for him to use as eating utensils. When he gingerly plucked them from me, I saw I was right, they worked pretty okay, even though they were definitely too long. Watching him make do with these sorry excuses for chopsticks, I made a vow to myself that I’d make sure to go buy him proportionate things so he could go about his day a bit more easily. At the very least, poor Alexander deserved to get a decent set of clothes… ridiculously cute as he was in that little unicorn shirt.

As he leaned down to eat, clearly quite hungry, he mumbled between bites, “You know it’s considered rude to stare…” he flashed his eyes at me.

He was right. I was ogling at him in all his adorably tiny movements, “S-sorry. I’m sorry… You enjoying your dinner, at least??”

“Alright, in fairness to you, the food is delicious…” he took another tiny bite of stir fry as I gripped my chopsticks and began to eat as well. Not too keen to shit on my desire to be a chef when you’re reaping the benefits of it, now are ya?

“How’re you feeling? You’re less warm to the touch and your eyes look a little less glassy…” I’d pressed a finger to his forehead as I spoke. He didn’t snarl at me when I touched him, for once, instead, he simply nodded in agreement.

“Still experiencing a bit of disorientation and dizziness. My head is pounding… but you’re right, the fever seems less rampant and I’m not dealing with aches and chills at the moment. I’m sure we’ll get this infection down soon… at least I certainly hope so.” Oh, right. Because you want to dart out of here as soon as you can. I’d almost forgotten. I cleared my throat and adopted a chipper tone to distract him (and myself) from my somber mood.

“Well, good. That’s good. I’m glad you’re feeling a little less shitty. Does that mean you’d be up for some studying after this?”

His spine straightened a bit as his eyes brightened. With a tipping up of his chin and a cocky smile curving his lips, he replied, “What do you think?”

Soon we were settled back on my desk, the tabletop lamp emitting a warm glow across the wooden surface littered with paper, various textbooks and case studies. He looked like a kid in a candy store. My heart melted. Was this all it took to make his day? Just stick legalese in front of him, wind him up and watch him go? It certainly seemed so. He tucked his hand under his chin, tracing his bottom lip as he leaned down to read the various titles that lay at his feet.

I could tell his leg was starting to bother him again. He favored the other side as he stood and tried to avoid putting at much weight on it as possible when he did shuffle about the desktop, “Hey…” I breathed softly, he tore his eyes away from the abstract he was reading, already annoyed at being interrupted, “I pretty much know the answer will be no, but it seems like your leg is hurting you. I could pick you up and hold you so you don’t have to put weight on it…” I sounded like a pathetic and whiny child begging to ride on the swing set one last time.

Without hesitation he quickly dashed my sliver of hope, “No. I’m not your teddy bear. I’m fine. Now can we finally get to the task at hand, please?” Ugh, fine. I nodded my head. “Thank you…” he practically rolled his eyes as he said it. He hopped up on my textbook, his arms folded over his chest, bare feet sticking slightly to the page with each tiny shift of his weight. He looked so little compared to the vast pages with their columns of text. In fact, if I laid him down, he’d probably only take up about a quarter of one page. He cleared his throat, “Shall we?” Pinching a pen between my fingers, I nodded in the affirmative and he began to read the chapter aloud.

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She looked the perfect picture of a good student. Did that make me the teacher? That didn’t seem right. But then again… I did know more than her…. After all, I had twenty years of observational experience. That made my spine stack a little straighter. Just because I was always the smartest person in whatever room I happened to be in, didn’t mean I always got to celebrate it.

A smile curved my lips as I began to read. Clear, crisp, eloquent…. I sounded great and I knew it. It’s what I’d been trained to do for the better part of my life! Once I got done with the first two pages and needed to step off to turn the page, I hobbled down, ignoring the searing pain in my knee, determined to do it by myself. When I took a step forward I was halted by an index finger bumping lightly into my chest. What was she doing? Brow furrowed, I gripped her finger to push it out of the way, she stayed firm, and immovable despite my considerable effort. That was rather humbling. I couldn’t even budge a single outstretched digit? As I struggled with her, she reached for the bottom right corner of the book, pinching the page between two fingers. “Slow down, I just wanna help. I’ve got it. It’s the least I can do, that way you don’t have to walk every time, deal?” I dropped my hand and relaxed, nodding. For once, she’d come to a reasonable conclusion which seemed like a fair enough compromise.

The old man never turned his own pages. Even if we had to skip to another section of the book and I was lifting my own body weight in paper, he’d make me do it myself, while chastising me for not doing it quickly enough. I stood still while her wrist slid up and over my head, effectively flipping to the next page.

An irksome thought began to worm its way to the front of my consciousness, as I climbed back up on the book: had I escaped that old house and fought for my life only to end up precisely where I had begun all those years ago? Was I still just a little desk toy for some human to use as they saw fit? It seemed as though I was quite literally doing the same thing I’d always done.

Bile rose in my throat as I ran my fingers through my hair. I could hear the rhythmic scratching of her pen as I read, my mind wandering from this task that came to me as naturally as breathing. Here I was, as I’d always been: The perfect little helper. The smell of paper glue, the feeling of human body heat at my back and the sensation of being watched by giant eyes sent me back, far back in my memory.

I was suddenly thirteen again, dress shoes planted firmly on that familiar old mahogany desk. I stood at attention as I did every morning; 5 am sharp, never late. My hands clasped behind my back, I played the sentinel nervously, fighting the urge to fidget as I waited for him to put his morning paper and cup of bitter English breakfast tea down to acknowledge me. Mentally checking my posture, I made sure to hold myself in the dignified way I’d been taught: feet a little less than shoulder width apart, knees unlocked, hips square, hands clasped behind the middle of my back, elbows bent on either side, my chest proud, my neck tall and my chin forward but poised. I stared straight ahead, looking at the corner of the marble mantle piece I’d grown accustomed to staring at every morning for the last 1,046 days or two years, nine months and twelve days, if you like.

Today just so happened to be my birthday. I was thirteen, growing ever slowly out of childhood and stepping into adolescence. One year older meant one year wiser and I was grateful for that. In my approximate three years with the old man so far, I’d read 123 novels, 18 books of poetry and of course lots and lots of legal discourse that, if I were being completely honest, was still rather difficult for me to grasp.

I chased my thoughts away as the old man, now in his mid-sixties, grunted, mumbling something about his ongoing dissatisfaction with the state of investigative journalism these days, and neatly folded his paper. Sipping his tea, he opened the desk drawer below my feet, the rolling of which vibrated my entire body. He retrieved the two tools he always did, a magnifying glass and a pair of tweezers.

With the sharp clattering of cup on saucer, and an gruff, “Alexander…” as a greeting, he set about our morning routine.

“Good morning, sir! How are you? I think today’s going to be particularly special!” His giant, glassy, grey-blue eye meticulously passed over every fiber of my tailored tweed suit, complete with a starched dress shirt, waistcoat and tie with a decorative clip, which he’d always warned me against losing since it was so incredibly small (I lost it nine years later when one of the hospice nurses had taken it upon herself to ‘fix up’ my space on the library shelf).

“What’s got you in such a chipper mood this morning? Is there not work to be done?” He frowned, disgruntled.

“Of course there is. I’m sorry, sir.” It wasn’t his job to remember my birthday anyway.

“Stand up straight, Alexander! You’re slouching!” I quickly corrected the error. He pinched the knot of my tie between the tweezers, rotating it slightly in the light. The sharp metal edges of the tool lingered dangerously, pressing into the soft flesh of my neck, “After so many failures it seems you’ve finally mastered the Eldridge knot.” It was a statement not a compliment.

“Yes, sir.” I was stiff as a board until he released the metal hold on my necktie. The moment he let go of me, he snapped his fingers.

“What’re you standing around for? Get to it! Page 261, section 42 E…. Has your idle brain already forgotten from yesterday?” I’d jumped at the sound of his command, terrified to make a mistake. As I fumbled with the pages, trying to get there as fast as I could, I suddenly felt a sharp crack on the back of my head, making me yelp. “We haven’t got all day… my tea will be cold by the time we get started…”

When I had begun reading, he’d jabbed me in the ribs with his pen, correcting me for slouching, mumbling, and a variety of other offenses I was never aware I was making in the moment. Eventually, he became fed up with me and plucked me up by the necktie lifting me in the air. I choked and writhed, tears welling up in my eyes. After a bout of struggling, I bawled out of childish frustration as my legs swung wildly and I clawed at his immovable calloused fingers, whimpering to be put down.

When he did finally toss me back onto the desk he’d shook his finger at me and prodded me in the chest. I couldn’t make myself stop crying, he raised his voice berating me for that weakness.

“You’re pathetic. You think an attorney is allowed to cry in court?”

“No, sir.”

“No of course not! How can I get anything at all done when you’re howling and leaking all over official court records?”

“I-I’m sorry! I’m trying!”

“If you were trying you’d have gotten yourself under control. I have no sympathy nor time for your emotions. You serve one purpose, that is how you earn your place here. Do you understand that?”

I was knocking at the knees, completely bewildered and unable to keep my tears at bay. “ALEXANDER!!” His voice had ripped through my body like a sharpened blade but the real heart stopper came as he lifted the back of his hand, twice as large as my entire body. I was utterly stunned into silence, having no desire to be struck.

“Have I made myself clear? No more of this nonsense or I’ll be forced to dispose of you.”

It was the last time I’d ever cried in front of him.

I was brought back to the present moment, the sound of my own voice in my ears as I completed the next sentence. I didn’t realize I was quaking until a shadow was cast over me and I could sense something large approaching from behind. Terrified and operating only on instinct, I whipped around, saw a human hand approaching and cowered, guarding my face and chest with my arms.

“Woah, hey! W-what’s wrong? You’re…trembling… what is it? What’s got you so spooked all of a sudden?” Her concern was genuine. I gulped in air as I found myself in a seated position arms held up defensively. She’d dropped her encroaching hand the second I flinched.

I righted myself, struggling to appear nonchalant, clearing my throat and pushing my bangs from my eyes, “N-nothing, sorry. I… you took me by surprise that’s all!” I didn’t sound convincing, even to my own ears.

“Alexander… don’t lie. Why did you flinch from me like that?” I avoided her eyes, chest still rising and falling with shaky breaths. There was no avoiding this conversation was there? Not with her annoying persistence. I could feel her eyes boring into me as I curled into myself. Her voice was reduced to almost a whisper.

“Did- did you think I was gonna hit you just now?” I hid my face behind my hands, feeling more and more exposed every second. “Oh my god you did… I would never… I was trying to comfort you… you looked like you were about to cry…hey, Alexander? Can I see your eyes please?” The sound of her voice, so distinctly different from his, began to steady my breathing. Cautiously, I opened my eyes and met her gaze, brimming with tears as she looked me over with genuine compassion and concern, “Alexander, I would never hit you. Have I… did, did I do something to make you think I would?” She was blinking rapidly. I could see she was beginning to blame herself.

“No, you haven’t… I… I don’t know what came over me…”

She looked at me, puzzled, clearly trying to figure out what had so suddenly shifted my demeanor. I watched her eyes flicker with an idea as I stared back in stunned silence.

“You were abused weren’t you? In your old home? Is that why you ran away?”

Abused. What a strong word. I knew I had been. Logically, I knew. But that single word still packed an immense emotional punch. Setting my jaw and blinking back tears I nodded. What on earth possessed me to let my guard down and tell her the truth, in that moment, I still have no idea.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry…”

I swallowed hard, setting my shoulders, “It’s fine. I’m perfectly fine. I apologize for interrupting your note taking, I’ll get back to it.” I pushed myself up to standing, shaking it off.

“Woah, woah, hold on. That’s not what matters right now. Can we talk about what just happened for a minute?”

My brows knit together, as I stared at the floor of printed text beneath my feet, “I-I’d rather not be an imposition to you. There’s work to be done…”

“Alexander, I’m not angry with you. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I bore holes into the floor with my eyes, unable to meet her gaze. There was a moment of pause, where all I could hear was my own tense breathing, “You’d mentioned once that you read out loud for your owner before. Is this what you did for him? What we’re doing now? Was he a lawyer? Is that why you know so much weirdly specific stuff about law?” I nodded, heart threatening to break free of my ribcage, “You wanted him to be proud of you, didn’t you?” That hit a nerve. My chest caved and I bit hard against the tightening in my throat. I’d trained myself not to cry, not to let emotions get in the way, I wasn’t going to let this overtake me. “But nothing you ever did was good enough was it?” How did she know that? Why was she saying all this? To embarrass me?

I felt angry, vulnerable, laid bare. She saw me far more clearly than I was comfortable. Why was she doing this to me? I shook as I spoke with an unsteady voice, “I really don’t appreciate this sudden bout of armchair psychology. Frankly, Natalie, you know nothing about me, and I really don’t care to discuss these things with a human, of all people. What could you possibly understand about my experience?” All this time I’d been directing my poison at the floor, getting increasingly more passionate in my speech, “I mean you threw me in a box like some accident prone runt of the litter, for crying out loud! How was that supposed to make me feel??” I lifted my chin at this last part, “Don’t act like you understand me and what I’ve gone through because you couldn’t even if you tr—“ I quickly trailed off, as I observed what was in front of me.

Instead of meeting her hard and defensive eyes, the first thing I saw was a delicate paper flower, pinched between her finger and thumb. I stared at her, dumbfounded.“I’m so sorry for humiliating you, while you’ve been with me, Alexander. I truly am. I’m sorry you’ve been hurt over and over again by the people who were supposed to care for you. I don’t want to keep doing that. Will you accept this as an apology with a promise that I’ll make it up to you?” She gently twirled the paper sculpture between the pads of her fingers, before continuing, “You’re right. I don’t understand. But I want to. Will you teach me how to be better?” Her eyes were brimming with tears. I stared slack-jawed almost unable to move. Finally, I managed to take two decisive steps, and grip the stem of the flower I had made, just above her finger tips, the moment I latched on, she spoke again, watery eyes seeking mine, “I’m proud of you, Alexander.”

I balked, stumbling away, the air suddenly dissipating from my lungs, “Stop that! D-don’t tease me!!”

“I’m not. I mean it. I’m proud of you. You’ve overcome so much just to be here…”

In my clamoring back, I hit my legs on the corner of the textbook and collapsed in a seated position on the stack of pages, “Natalie!!” I groaned out a warning. My breath was hitching as my face grew hot, my brow furrowed as deeply as it could and tears pricked at my eyes. I won’t cry in front of her, I won’t cry in front of her, I won’t….

“You have every right to love yourself. You should be more than proud of the man you’ve become.”

With a cracked sigh, the dam I had so meticulously built over the years, burst open. I began to weep.

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The second he started to sob, burying his head in his hands, I couldn’t help the tears streaming down my own cheeks. Very slowly, gently, I laid the little flower he’d made for me at his feet, releasing my grip on it as it softly fell onto the surface of the desk. I was about to remove my fist from his personal space when something completely unexpected happened. He rushed forward, throwing his body in the gap between my index and thumb, wrapping his arms around the base of my thumb and squeezing as tightly as he could. For a moment, I panicked, lifting up so that he wouldn’t accidentally bend his injured knee.

Once he was standing upright, I relished in the significance of this moment. His cheek was slick with tears as he buried his face into my hand, his shoulders wracked with sobs. Slowly, slowly, I wrapped my fingers around his little body, embracing him back.

Even as I thoroughly rejoiced in this moment of tenderness between us, I felt deep and profound shame slither into my thoughts. I hadn’t been much better than his former owner. Sure I hadn’t beat him or forced him to work for me… but I also hadn’t treated him with the respect he deserved. Far from it. No wonder he was so belligerently angry with me all the time. I was treating him as I saw him: a heart-wrenchingly adorable little living doll that I could pick up and talk to when I wanted and could toss in a drawer when I didn’t.

My chest ached that it took him reacting to me like an abuser to finally get that. I never wanted him to flinch away from me like that again. I’m sorry I failed you. Give me a second chance?

His wracking sobs had quieted down to sniffles now. With shame filled eyes he hazarded a glance up at me, sort of leaping back from his compromising position of clinging to my thumb for dear life. I released my hold around him and made sure he found his way to sitting without hurting himself. Wiping his eyes with the back of a hand he sighed, smiling wryly, “Well, that was…. Embarrassing…” we both couldn’t help but laugh at this. I reached for a Kleenex and ripped off a small piece for him. He took it, gingerly, and began to clean himself up, “Th-thank you.” I wiped my own eyes with the rest of the sheet.

“I’m sorry for everything you went through. I promise I’ll do my best not to piss you off so much moving forward. I won’t stick you in a box anymore….” Another tear streamed down my face as I finally realized, with shame, how disrespectful that had been.

“It really doesn’t matter where you put me, if I don’t want to be there I promise you I’ll find a way out.”

I couldn’t help laughing, “Oh, don’t worry, I believe you! I haven’t forgotten when you bit me!”

“You deserved it!”

“I admit, I really fucking did!”

“Thank you for finally listening to me and working to not be such a condescending ignorant brute…” there was a sparkle in his eyes as he said this, it was his turn to joke.

“Well it took a lot of screaming for you to finally make sense to my thick, dumb skull but I think we got there eventually.”

There was a pause, satisfactory, contemplative. Finally he cleared his throat and addressed me again, “Y-you can pick me up now, if-if you’d like…”

I smiled down at him, chin resting on a propped up hand, “No thanks. I like looking at you right where you are.” There was a flash of something in his eyes, as he smiled. As though that had been a test and I’d passed it. That made my heart swell.

Things are going to be so much better between us from now on, Alexander. I promise.

[lloki]

Warmth

Reader gets too cold while sick, and Loki takes them to their psuedo father, Steve Rogers, to warm them up

Loki x gn!reader

I had gotten sick in the tower before but never this bad. I was completely bedridden and would fall if I tried to get up. My body was betraying me and I was already very tired of it.

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The flu.

Worse than the nausea and the headaches was the chills. A bone chilling shake took over my entire body and I couldn't warm up to save my life. Loki had tried everything, he used his magic to conjure more blankets, a heater and even a fire place, but I still shook nonetheless.

"My love, what can I do to help you?"

My teeth chattered as I began to speak. "There's o-one thing that m-might work. B-but I don't want to leave y-you."

Loki placed his hand on my covered one and kissed my forehead. "Anything. What do you need?"

I weakly sat up, keeping my blankets wrapped around me. "Steve. W-when I get sick his heat always w-warmed me up."

Loki's face dropped ever so slightly before he pretended not to care. I knew it would hurt him that someone else could fix what he couldn't.

"I'll take you to him at once. Come here, I'll carry you."

I let out a weak laugh. "Loki, I'm far too heavy. I'd crush you."

Loki put his hand on my back and under my knees. "You underestimate me."

Before I knew it I was being lifted effortlessly, whether it was magic or his raw strength, he made me feel weightless. Blush rose to my already warm cheeks.

Loki carried me across the compound to my old suite, opening the door without knocking. Steve was standing in the kitchen, startled at first but as soon as he saw me his expression softened.

"What's wrong, what happened to them?" Steve's voice was so gentle, more so than I expected.

"The flu, they're fine but they can't get warm despite my efforts. They requested you, that you could warm them."

Steve nodded and took my hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. "Let's get you in bed."

Loki followed Steve to the back room where he slept. When he opened the door my heart grew warm, he still kept my stuffed animals on his bed despite me no longer sleeping here.

"Let me have them." Steve requested, and Loki handed me over as if I weighed nothing. Steve carefully laid me into bed, covering me with his own blanket on top of mine. Steve quickly crawled into bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my midsection.

His warmth immediately penetrating my ice cold bones. Loki knelt next to the bed, taking my hand in his and placing a kiss on the back of it. His expression was filled with worry, but he knew I was in good hands.

I curled into Steve's chest, reveling in the abnormal heat that radiated from him. Thank the heavens for the serum. Steve held my tightly like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go. It felt like forever since I'd slept in his bed, I started lulling to sleep.

Soon, my teeth stopped chattering and my shakes were less violent. Sleep took over my senses and I was truly at peace in the presence of the 2 men I trusted more than anyone.

"They look peaceful." Loki spoke in a hushed tone, trying not to wake me.

"They always were here. They had awful nightmares after New York, but the dreams stopped after they started sleeping here with me."

Loki nodded, mostly to himself. Guilt filled in his stomach, knowing he caused pain to the one he loved so much without even knowing them yet. He leaned in an placed a kiss on my head.

After awhile of shared silence between the three of us, I began to stir. Sweat beaded at my hairline and above my lip.

"I think their fever is breaking." Steve said, wiping sweat from my forehead.

My eyes fluttered open, landing on Loki's face. I smiled, reaching my hand out to run my fingers along his jaw. "Hi sweetheart. I missed you." I whispered, low enough for only Loki to hear. Or so I thought, forgetting Steve had super human hearing.

Loki melted into my touch, his smile shining bright as he gazed into my eyes. His relief was present on his face and it made me love him more.

Steve gave me a squeeze before sitting up. "Hey kiddo, you feeling better?"

I slowly sat up, still weak but stronger than before. I gave him a nod, and he patted my back. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you want, it's still your home too, you know."

I placed a kiss on his cheek before swinging my legs off the side of the bed.

"I know, Stevie. It still feels like home, I just have two homes now."

Steve gave me a smile but it didn't reach his eyes, there was a sadness there. His little one all grown up, he was nearly empty nesting.

Loki took my hand. "Do you need me to carry you, Darling?"

I shook my head. "I think I've got it, but you can steady me."

I slowly stood, holding Loki's hand to balance myself. He placed his other hand on my back, gently guiding me.

"Wait," I stopped, turning to Steve and reaching out my arms. He climbed out of bed and hugged me tightly. I muffled a quiet "Thank you." Into the crook of his neck. He kissed my temple and replied with "Anytime. I'm always here."

[that-otome-potato]

Showing Affection

Summary: How do you show someone who doesn't talk about themselves very much? Watch, listen, and jump at opportunities when they arise.

Notes: I'm still not good at writing summaries even though I've been writing for years! This was inspired by the lovely Heb over on a discord we're part of. Enjoy!

Pairing: Platonic Qu x MC

The only time when receiving an expected package is more exciting, is when it is for someone you greatly admire and have deep feelings for. So, when I saw the notification on my phone that a package had been delivered to the office of the apartment building I live in, I quickly dressed and hurried down a hand full of floors to pick it up before leaving for Starless. 

It wasn't any special occasion like a birthday or an anniversary - Qu had just mentioned interest in a new color pallet from his favorite makeup manufacturer and, before I realized it, it was ordered and on its way to my home.

"It's because he's been such a good friend to me since I came to Starless," I told myself, clutching the thin package close to my chest.Not because I'm hoping to catch his attention because I've grown to have deep feelings for him.

I scoffed at myself. It's bad when I don't even believe what I'm telling myself. 

With a shake of my head, I headed to the train station to go to, what had quickly become, my second home.

Inside the shop, I received many greetings - some joyful, some reluctant - all seemingly genuine. However, the one person I was hoping to see the most, was suspiciously missing. As I looked around for the shining white head of the one I adored, Mokuren and Zakuro walked past and saw me searching for their teammate.

"Qu is resting in the lounge right now." Mokuren explained, with no small amount of disapproval in their tone. That told me that Qu wasn't part of Team C's training today, which caused no small amount of worry to build in my chest.

"No, he was feeling sluggish, so when he kept stumbling on dancing sets he knew, Mokuren sent him away. I did everything I could not to laugh." A smug curl formed on Zakuro's lips at his comment. Mokuren gently slapped their teammate with the back of their hand and rolled their maroon eyes at Zakuro's antics.

I just shook my head, thanked them and left to go to where other cast members took their break behind the stage. I didn't even want to give thought to the fact that Mokuren knew who it was I was looking for and what it meant.

Casting my gaze around, I found Qu sitting on a plush couch, both legs tucked up under him as he leaned against the armrest while slowly paging through a magazine. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt off in the way he propped his cheek up with his closed fist as he looked down at the periodical with disinterest. I could also see that his winter jacket was wrapped around him tightly as if he was fighting off a chill that the building didn't seem to have with anyone else.

Concern for his health drove me to his side and I sat on the edge of the couch, in front of his curled legs. I could feel his eyes on me from the moment I got close until I had sat down, setting the package down next to me. "Qu? Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine!" He gave me one of his beatific smiles that always caused my heart to flutter, but when I saw it didn't meet his golden gaze, I couldn't return it. 

"It doesn't feel like it to me. Mokuren and Zakuro said you were struggling during practice, so they kicked you out. What's going on?" I frowned. I held out the back of my hand up towards his forehead, asking for silent permission to check his temperature. With a nod of approval from him, I laid it on his forehead and felt that it was quite warm. "Qu! You have a fever, you shouldn't be here. You should be in bed resting!" "No, I couldn't miss today.  It's one of the final practices before a performance.  I couldn't afford to miss it."

I looked at Qu with different eyes. I could see slight lines of exhaustion under his eyes, the golden glow that usually was there in his gaze, was dulled slightly.  His hair didn't have quite the shine it usually did, nor did it look as kept. He didn't feel good at all and was pushing himself.

"Qu, Mokuren has already made you rest by removing you from the training session. You need to go home and rest!"

He let out a disappointed sigh. "I know, but I just need to take some medication and I'll be fine."

I watched him give me a soft smile and I reached down to pick up the hand holding his magazine, giving it a little squeeze. "I still would like for you to take care of yourself, Qu." I paused to weigh my next words. "Your health is important to me."

Before he could respond, however, I turned away and picked up the small box that I had brought with me and handed it to him. His eyes grew wide and I noticed some life come back to them as he looked at what I was handing to him. "What's this?"

"A present."

"What is it for?"

"Do you have to have a reason to give a friend a gift?"

With that, I left him there with the box in his graceful hands to go to the kitchen, hoping that Kongou was in there planning the meals for tonight. Luckily, he was and he helped me put some warm broth together in a mug to take to Qu. 

When I got back to where Qu was lounging, I found him looking at the makeup pallet and stroking the cover of the case, deep in thought. "Do you like it?"

His head shot up towards me at the sound of my voice. I clutched the mug of broth tight as I awaited his words. When he gave me a smile that was almost back to his usual, familiar smile. 

It felt as if a weight had lifted from my chest at the sight and I exhaled before sitting down next to him to hand the cup to him. He took the proffered cup, took a sip and sighed happily. Qu set the cup on his leg, supporting with his hand, to look at the makeup in the other.  "How did you even get it so fast? It just came out the other day."

I could tell him that I had an alert on it because it was something he wanted and I wanted to give him something for no reason, but I didn't want to come off as creepy. So, I just shrugged as if it was no big deal and said, "Right place, right time."

Qu side-eyed me before shrugging himself and looking back down at the gift with a soft smile. "Well, regardless of how it happened, I appreciate what you've given me. I will find a way to make it up to you, no matter what you say."

I was about to say he didn't need to do that but stopped when he showed determination. "Very well.  I look forward to it!"

[flydotnet]

Warm Like Birthday Candles

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

A light piece, both in tone and word count, considering it's Whumptober and all. My original plan was actually a fic codenamed """Ultramarine Blue""" that was going to be an ansgty sickfic and a sort of romantic version of a story I wrote in 2021 for my (current, jfc) BTHB card, "Feverish Reflections". I do somewhat ccry the loss of how I'd have been able to use "They don't care about you"… but also, I knew this story was always going to also serve as my 2023 birthday fic for the original blorbo, Tachimukai. And you know what? This time, the angsty-ass sickfic didn't work for me. I wanted to be gentle, for once.

I kind of skipped over Whumptober 2022 and a 2022 edition of the yearly Tachi fic, so this year, he gets to have a bit of a cold, but also to have a badass GF; and I think it's good enough. I may just write Ultramarine Blue later down the line; but for this October 2nd, it's happy birthday and nothing else.

So, happy birthday, Tachimukai. I may not be waxing the hell out of my author's notes like I did four years ago, but be assured, you're still the one fictional character I'll defend to the very end. (Which not even Matsuyama gets to have, may I add, because I sadly have to acknowledge his canon - and it's clearly not as generous as Inazuma's).

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Warm Like Birthday Candles

Summary: Haruna's boyfriend is a lot of things: he's caring, he's clever, he's the sweetest man you could dream of… and he's also stupidly stubborn, not unlike her. Well, it takes a stubborn idiot to tame another, she supposes.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (post-canon)

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here!

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“I’m fine Haruna, I swear!”

“Nu-huh, you’ve been feeling weird for days, it’s time you lie down a little and let yourself rest!”

Yuuki sighs, his lips perked up but his eyebrows creased.

“I still have class to do today,” he replies with a cough barely smothered inside his throat. “I don’t wanna let them down.”

She crosses her arms and puffs up her chest. Man, he can be so infuriating sometimes…

“Your students can wait until you’re not sick anymore. You’ve been dragging this cold on for long enough!”

He looks so conflicted, from up there, even through the red splotches of his cheeks and the slight haze of a low-grade fever.

“But… I mean…”

“If you drag this on for much longer, you’ll just make it worse. Plus, look on the bright side, it means staying home on your special day!”

He looks, as always whenever this is the case, utterly unconvinced. In fact, his expression is closer to that of a betrayed man than of a man to whom she’d have just told “see, it’s your birthday, and you don’t even have to work during it! Isn’t that cool?”. This man is going to be the end of her, someday, she’s sure of it.

(Yet even if he turns out to be so, she’ll still be happy that he is her epilogue. They put up with each other so much, he’s worth the hassle of being an unstoppable force pit against an unmoveable object).

((Well, there’s a very good reason why he used to be a goalkeeper – and why he was the best one ever too)).

“It’s not really an excuse, isn’t it?” He coughs into his fist. “The birthday, I mean.”

“That implies your cold is a good enough excuse, doesn’t it?”

He sighs, congestion stifling the noise.

“You’re never going to let me go to work, will you?” He asks back, suddenly resigned.

“If I can have a word about it, absolutely not! Now, let’s just chill on the couch for a bit and I can order us lunch.”

“I don’t even feel this sick, Haruna, this just sounds like overkill.”

She squints her eyes and clicks her tongue.

“Hmph. Let’s see if that holds true, then!” She points to the nearest armchair. “Take a seat.”

“I’m gonna be late to work, Haruna.”

“And I’ll make it quick, so take a seat and stop resisting your fate!”

In spite of his conflicted expression, he chuckles.

“Fine, fine.”

Once she’s made sure he’s actually going to stay seated, she rushes to their bathroom. One glance at the inside of the cabinet and she finds it: the sole thermometer in the whole apartment, ready to be used. With a swift rinse of its end, it’s ready to use, and just as fast as she left the living room, she comes back to it.

With a confident stride, she walks up to him, proudly displaying her tool. He’s focused on the screen of his phone up until he finally notices she’s back. Took him long enough.

“Open up,” she orders.

Yuuki opens his mouth, but not as instructed. She still uses it as an opportunity.

“Sorry,” she continues, “it’s a bit under-handed, I know.”

They both stare at the thing until it beeps, at which point he can finally talk again.

“Please don’t do that again,” is the first thing that exits his mouth.

“38.3,” she quickly snaps back. “I’m pretty sure that’s more than yesterday, and also, a bad enough temperature to take a day off to rest. Knowing you, you’ve overcompensated the previous days.”

As if on cue, he coughs.

“You really aren’t going to let me go to work,” he sighs again, this time wth a smile.

“Nope! So take it easy and unwind, I’m taking care of everything today.”

He glances left and right, before giving a knowing look.

“Or else?”

“Or else I’m calling Tsunami.”

That’s enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“You’re ready for anything, as always.”

“I just know you!”

She puts the thermometer away on the nearby coffee table, then lowers herself just to face him. He looks utterly dejected, which doesn’t come unexpected to her: you can’t just ask a workaholic to let go of his duty and expect him to take it well. She isn’t too different, in that regard, after all.

Despite his painfully obvious displeasure with the turn of events, he takes back his phone, scrolls a bit and starts a call. A couple minutes later, he’s promised to see a doctor so he has a certificate to give and he’s officially gotten the day off.

“I should actually do that. I mean, see a doctor,” he immediately states right afterwards.

She climbs up on him, cupping his cheeks with her hands.

“That I agree with. It’s time you take care of yourself!”

He smiles at this, eyes squinting just enough to be ridiculously endearing.

“You shouldn’t be so close to my face; you’ll end up catching it too.”

“If I’ve not caught it by now, then I just won’t!” She leans back to let him cough into his elbow. “But that visit to the doctor is a good idea. It’ll make you feel a bit better once you’ve got the right medicine in.” She sighs, this time to herself. “Talk about your special day, huh. Having to go to the doctor and stuff.”

“To be fair, you’re the one who’s always made it special. I didn’t really pay muchc attention to my birthday before we started dating.”

“You can’t say that to me and pretend like Tsunami didn’t do the heavy lifting!”

“Okay, okay, you’re right: Tsunami and you made it special.”

“That’s better. What do you want to do, now?”

“Well, let’s knock the doctor visit down, and then we can… We can just relax, I guess.”

The words may be foreign to his tongue, but they make her happy to hear.

“That’s a good plan, yes! A quick go, a drop by the pharmacy, and we can make this day as good as can be, okay?”

“Okay.”

[movedto-lichthey]

@sinfvlwishs radioed : satan once again finds himself latched against spencer's waist, arms wrapped around them while snuggling against their side and their lap. curious blue-greens blink up, a somewhat joking yet somewhat still serious question lingering at the very tip of his tongue. he figures, why not ask it, just to see their reaction. "so, uh ... hypothetically speaking ... " he walks his fingers up their thigh, trying to distract himself from the warm sensation that crept its way along his cheeks, turning the pale skin a shade of dark pink. " ... what would you say or do if i expressed an interest in marrying you? officially making you mine?"

hypothetical or not, a far too familiar anxiety chilled ghostly veins. it sat like lead, hot in their stomach. the one simple concept was enough to invoke a newfound nausea. this trauma was unrelated to wrath, the avatar nor sin. yet the reaction still remained.

❝ first i'd ask if y' have a fever. ❞ it was easier to deflect with humor than acknowledge the dark storm brewing within their mind. a conflict to be remedied later. pretend for now and hope he doesn't hear the waver in deep tone. ❝ y' haven't even asked me t' date ya' properly yet, dummy demon. maybe start there first. ❞

[wintersandthebeast]

33. Creation

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Link to Master List

Ethan was reluctant to admit that the tried-and-true warm blanket and herbal tea combination helped ease some of the pain and malaise he felt, while he gingerly helped with putting his daughter back to sleep.  Karl brought the phone over, his voice barely a mumble as he spoke through the old princess-style receiver.  If Ethan had felt better he would have teased the wartime-tech-loving engineer about using the phone in Ethan’s room, but the blond had no spirit for mirth or levity.

He was freezing, but burning up.  He was lethargic, but full of anxiety.  It was an awful duality that he couldn’t decipher or speak much about, so he simply blistered his lips on the tea until Karl handed the phone over.  Ethan found it difficult to grip with his rather stiff fingers, and he felt wildly stupid as he raised the earpiece. 

“H-hello?”

The Duke tsked, and then said in a sleepy, but jovial voice, “Don’t you ever rest from this tiresome work, Ethan?”

“I was trying to,” Ethan said flatly, but relief coursed through his body when speaking with the other man.  He was bewildered at how calming the Duke was, even just his voice issuing through a static-filled old phone line.  Ethan exhaled, closing his tired, stinging eyes.  The Duke chuckled.  

“Any uh…advice?”  He still had no idea why the man was who both Maricara and Karl agreed would help him most.  Let alone the logistics of where the man was, that he had a telephone.  Ethan again mused that his life had just become one very long, unending fever dream.  

“Actually, yes,” the Duke said in a light, but thoughtful tone.  “As you know, I quite enjoy… collecting crystals among many other fascinations.  The crystals from that particular area of land are far more valuable and important than most.  They are not quite rock or mineral--they come from living beings and retain their…essence.”  There was something almost sinister about the way the Duke said it and for the first time in a long time, Ethan felt a chill run up his spine as he considered what exactly the other man was…or did….or why. 

“But I am a mere collector,” the other man said with an inhale, as though waving his hand.  “You, Ethan, are….a harvester.”  

That word, like essence, had a foul and menacing edge to it.  The blond stayed quiet, hoping for more, but the Duke was in no hurry to explain things.  The man hummed for a moment, and then said casually, “Do you know that most villagers could not bring me the crystallized beings, hearts, skulls, that you did?  Exceptional that you could even fell some of those creatures.  But those who have been…hmmm…altered, shall we say, by Miranda, cannot pick them up.” 

Now Ethan’s eyes found Karl.  The engineer leaned against the wall, his face hidden by his hat, which he’d donned at some point with the rest of his clothes.  Heisenberg’s yellow eyes were hidden, but Ethan could sense that he heard the conversation.  When Ethan had shown Karl the crystals Rose had ‘created’, the engineer touched them through thick electrician’s gloves.  He seemed to pull away from the small rocks, and found them unsettling.  Now Ethan scowled. 

“Another one of my powers, huh,” he said with a heap of sarcasm, and now the Duke stretched and yawned. 

“Ethan, I wish very much for you to embrace this new life.  I see you on new legs, like a baby horse.”  Karl chuckled, masking the sound as a cough, while Ethan scowled even deeper, a line threatening to permanently etch itself between his eyebrows.  “Toddling around, when really…you’re ready to run.” 

Ethan gazed at the blackened fingertips that were not warmed by the cup of tea.  “I don’t feel like I can run.” 

“But you can! You are.  You are a part of something that is centuries upon centuries old.  Something where once, long ago, a thriving population bloomed and lived as humans never lived before!”  The jovial tone was back.  “That history has been forgotten, but you are a wonder, Mr. Winters.  You as well as your child.  You are not a lab rat, nor a scientist grasping at straws to cheat death for loved ones."  Well, his thoughts about Miranda were becoming clearer.  "You are creation willing itself into existence!!  Pure energy, determination.  The possibilities, you’ve no idea!” the man laughed excitedly.  

Ethan was trying to mouth words, but he could only frown in deep confusion.  Luckily the other man had woken up enough to be talkative.  “You have already absorbed consciousness, something that took Miranda a long time to learn how to do.  The second part, why, your Rose has shown you the way.  You must pull their essence from yours, the crystal will be those remains.  And might I say--I will be happy to take those from your hands, if you fancy coin.” 

So it was something Miranda had done.  Ethan’s hazel eyes traced around the room and he could sense Eva nearby, also listening curiously. 

“I’ll try my best,” Ethan said, feeling very stupid indeed.  Not that he had much of a choice.  The sharp pangs in his chest were more intense and frequent now.  

“I have the utmost faith in you,” the Duke said in a very earnest tone.  “And Ethan--though it must feel very lonely, you are far from alone in this.  I do not just mean the people around you, who you can see--although you have them as well.  There are many, many others.” 

“Thanks,” the other replied with a faint smile.  The Duke only confused him more the longer he knew the man, but his sincerity was so refreshing and helpful that Ethan didn’t mind being confused.  

“So I may drop by tomorrow to bargain over the crystals?”

Ethan’s eyebrows raised; Karl’s hat turned, head along with it, yellow eyes faintly shining in the dim light. 

“Sure.  Goodnight, and thanks again.” 

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He didn’t know why, but Ethan simply felt that he should try being outside for his next steps.  At first he tried to go alone, but Karl protested, complaining loudly and irately about Ethan’s feet falling apart.  And then Maricara pointed out that Rosemary was a valuable conduit and could help, and offered to bring the sleeping child out as well.  Ethan could see glimmers of Eva, smirking in her silent way as she followed the group toward the back garden.  

You are far from alone, the Duke had said. 

The little procession made a circle under the moonlight, and Ethan shook his numb fingertips, pacing and thinking.  What else had the Duke said?  There were many, many others.  The voices.  He could ask them what to do.  Ethan closed his eyes, seeing blackness. 

To himself, in his own mind, he made a request.  A demand.  

Show me Miranda controlling the crystals.

Instantly Ethan opened his eyes, watching a scene play in front of him as though it were a superimposed movie.  In the garden everyone stood around him, but they could not see the black-clad, headscarf-donning Miranda as she writhed on her knees in a cavern.  Ethan blinked rapidly, willing the image into better focus and staring at it intently.  

She had similar black spots on her skin.  Fluid trickling from her nose.  She was choking, and speaking rapidly in Romanian.  Ethan’s heart began to beat faster at the sight of her, but this was not Miranda in the flesh (or the mold.)  It was simply a memory.  The memory he’d asked to see.  Miranda braced herself up, pulling the buttons on her dress shirt aside to reveal more blackened splotches.  

He had no idea what she was saying, but now the woman grimaced, grasping one of the wounds with her thin fingers.  She extended her other hand, and a mycelial root slithered into it, linking her directly to the mold’s network.  The disgusting branches writhed around her almost expectantly and she screamed in pain, grasping at the stomach wounds. 

Ethan’s glare was intense as he watched her other hand, the one extended, reach out and turn palm up.  For a moment, Miranda’s eyes turned white, or rolled back in her head, and then from her palm, spikes danced and churned.  Her screams of pain turned to a rather gasping sort of maniacal laugh.  Miranda’s eyes shot open as she watched the crystal grow in her palm.  After another several moments she cradled it in both hands, her laugh less relief and more crazed power seeking as the woman’s fingers danced over the item. She grasped it so hard that her fingers were cut all over and began to bleed black, but she didn't even seem to notice. 

The crystal shone bright white, so bright it was almost blue, but as Miranda continued to caress it, it dimmed to a silvery sheen.  In a flash the image was gone, leaving Ethan to stare at a particular patch of nothing in the garden.  He blinked rapidly, feeling the wind pick up around him. 

Right, touch the mold.  Wasn’t it everywhere in the dirt here?  His feet already seemed grounded to it; he felt some strange, almost electrical sensation being outside barefoot.  When he looked down at his feet, the blackened toes were gone--his foot had equalized thanks to the soil.  

Bizarre.  He truly was a piece, a living part, of a larger organism.  Even if he felt that he was a singular entity.  Ethan didn’t know quite how to feel about that.  

What had she said?  Ethan wondered if there was some incantation, some… magic ? To utter, as he held his hands out, palms up.  If there were magic words, he was screwed, because he definitely didn’t speak enough Romanian to keep up with a peasant woman from 100 years ago.  Ethan saw strange white flakes on his palms and his brow furrowed.  What the hell was that? It looked almost like sweat.  But....white. 

He heard a da-da-da-da-da and reluctantly tore his eyes from his palms to his daughter.  She was awake, and the girl smiled at him almost knowingly.  All right.  

He found it hard to accept his own exceptional being, but it was less difficult to see her as some kind of divine being.  Ethan loved his daughter so much that he realized it was easy to see her as both an innocent child and the extraordinary thing that everyone else saw.  With a nod of resolve, he dipped down to one knee and Maricara stood the toddler in her pajamas on the ground.  Rose was undeterred by the chill on her socks, and she immediately made her way to Ethan, her chubby fingers grabbing his thumbs. 

Ethan smiled at her, the babbles causing him to lose focus, but now he could feel the pull from the ground.  Stronger now.  He lowered both long legs, tucking them underneath him, feeling the bite of cold ground as he settled forward.  There was a growing sort of energy around the pair of them, and he wondered what it meant.  

As if reading Ethan’s mind--or perhaps he just felt the buzzing himself, as a creature of electricity, Heisenberg raised a palm and brought a magnetic field around the group.  The act didn’t change the engineer’s expression at all, but years melted from the Roma woman’s face as she basked in the strange magic that no doubt had filled her youth.  And Rose squealed as she always did whenever Karl did…well, pretty much anything.  

Ethan didn’t even have to ask for help this time.  It seemed like the most natural thing in the world, to tear this ‘essence’ as the Duke liked calling it, from his body.  The fluctuating and rotating fields moved around them like a pulse, urging the spirits? Souls? Forward.  Rose felt like an oppositional magnet to him, pulling what felt like splinters toward his upturned palms.  The white beads of--sweat? Mold? Now began to look like salt crystals, forming over the surface of his palm and cracking as they expanded in several directions.  

Maricara nodded almost knowingly, but Heisenberg’s was a true face of wonder as he gazed at the pair.  Though she was silent, Eva’s form was visible here and she clapped.  After several more seconds, Ethan exhaled deeply and realized that the pain and odd sensations in his body had left him during the process.  

And now he had two crystals, one in each palm.  They were translucent white, full of spikes, resembling multi-pointed stars.  The blond now clasped them and turned his hands over, inspecting his often ill-fated fingers.  

Healed, normal.  

One crystal was dropped as he clawed over his torso.  No wounds. 

Karl dropped the field abruptly and metal clanged to the ground all around them.  

“I’ll be damned,” came Heisenberg’s voice.  

[redpiperfox]

Cabin Fever listen-thru~~

This has been on the background of me studying, so it’s already embedded into my brainwaves. I usually do this on twitter, but it’s harder to find when I want it later lol SO~

Intro: Save Me -- All of Purki’s Intros give me “You have no business being this good” feelings. They’re always fully and properly creepy, and encompass the vibe of the title and album concept so fully and completely. We’ve entered the haunted hotel, and we’re tied to the chair. Lights off, ears open, we have a store to listen to, we better be listening.

Sweet Juice -- We’re back into the creepy, haunted, tempting concept. There’s a hint of high class power in the strings, a doomed tragic ending in the piano tumbling through the last lines of the chorus, and something slightly immature in the popping and snapping sounds that trick you into thinking you’ve stumbled into something less dangerous than it is.

There are times that I think the music video completely takes a different direction than the music itself, whether to explore a visual concept or match a cultural trend, but this music video does not fall for that. The snow, the pool, the hotel-- the sets, the outfits, everything is straight from the music. The time period the music wants you to sit in, the lighting and ambience, the slightly disturbed undertones, Purple Kiss will walk and show you exactly what’s in your mind. 

The plot needs dissection (yeah, didn’t do my homework, too busy sorry). Their creepier concepts in the alternating generally have this undertone that Purple Kiss themselves are being threatened, whether by their own development and evolution or something outside of themselves forcing their little coven to strengthen themselves. The balance between curious, scared, and outright powerful is a beautiful balance.

The song as a whole piqued my interest, but didn’t capture me fully (again, might be because I was busy, idk) until I saw the choreo. The chorus fell a little short at first, especially compared to the power in vocals and sound we’re used to getting from them. The popping and clicking felt a little too loud and didn’t let up as much as I would’ve wanted, but the closer and more carefully I listened, the video and choreo emphasizing parts of the music I hadn’t noticed initially, the more I love it.

T4ke -- Where Sweet Juice is subtle and quiet as it surrounds you, T4ke is very in your face. Heavy heeled boots, looming over you, looking down it’s nose, rather than creeping and haunting and showing up behind your shoulder. The song feels like a cursed promise, spoken on a winter wind. It’s powerful and it’s powerful and very brash about it. The little bell and melody from the beginning that had called you goes from an unexpected-hotel-pit-stop-in-the-night-during-a-vaction to cursed-plain-cursed-haunted-no-happy-ending-here Maleficent vibes very quickly.

Autopilot -- The witches either take an 80s retro trip, or a trip into the cyberverse. This was my favorite, first listen. The chorus opens up a vulnerable, regretful villian tone in the lyrics and sound, like a high-speed chase and almost-death experience, the nearing of the climax brought the guilt of the antagonist out. It ends on a sunset beach, bleeding out, defeated and sorry for what they can’t change.

agit -- It wouldn’t be a Purki album if there wasn’t the “Besties on a roadtrip vacation” song. Maybe a club, or an outdoors restraunt with all the lights strung up, the music loud, people up and out of their seats, drinks in their hands. Dressed up but shoes off. This song turns up it’s bass-beats, fuzzy sounds, and parties in it’s freedom.

So Far So good -- The staple chill Purki album song, found it! This is slow, soft snowfall, cozy fireplaces and plaid blankets, warm mugs and pinky promises that have grown into something more mature. It’s the reassurance of a relationship that will last for a long time, that things are still good and the future is still enchanting ahead.

The  stages this era remind me that Purple Kiss are performers, and show me that well-rounded artist image that pulled me pre-debut. It’s interesting, and feels a little like there’s a missing puzzle piece with Jieun’s departure, but no less fully and essentially Purple Kiss. 

[urimaginespimp]

A Half-naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas.

Bucky x Reader with fever.

Thank you @daredarling for the “you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you” idea.

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You should’ve known better than to race Sam under a thunderstorm last night. Waking up the next morning, you had a massive headache, your muscles felt sore, and you were shivering.

“Miss Y/N, Mr. Barnes says you’re half an hour late in training.” FRIDAY’s voice spoke, making you groan and bring your comforters above you.

“Tell him to fuck off.” you muffled under the sheets.

Barnes… He has been nothing but a pain in the ass to you. To this day, you don’t know what you’ve done for him to dislike you this much. And as if his snarky comments and glares thrown your way wasn’t enough, Steve actually paired you both for missions and trainings.

If he wasn’t so handsome you would’ve cut him already. If Steve allowed you.

Loud bangs hit your door outside. “Y/L/N you’re already 30 minutes late! That’s 5 laps extra for you!” You could hear the irritation lacing his voice.

Maybe if you ignore him long enough, the pest would go away.

“I know you’re in there!” He followed up after you ignored him.

Sighing in annoyance, you got up, with the blankets still wrapped around you, and weakly waddled your way to your door, not bothering to open up your curtains. Opening the door, A frowning Bucky was looking down on you. If you weren’t feeling so shitty, you would’ve snickered at his expression.

“Barnes why are you so obsessed with me?” your cracked voice barely managed to finish asking.

He was observing you from head to toe, noting how pale you are, and shivering under a huge comforter despite that your AC was off.

“You’re stupid.” That was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

“Well, you’re not that sma-”

“Will you shut up and go back to bed? You look like you’re about to drop dead any second now.” He interrupted you, his face still stern with no emotion.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back and weakly made your way back over to bed, pausing to groan as you remembered you forgot to close the door.

“If you’re still there, could you please close the door.” it almost pained you to even be so polite to him but you blame it to being sick.

Finally managing to lie back down, you stared up the ceiling when you heard the door finally shut gently. Sighing, you were about to let sleep take over you when something caught the corner of your eye.

Bucky was by the closed door, taking his shirt off over his head. You let out a shriek. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“You’re sick.” he replied nonchalantly, while kicking off his shoes, leaving him in his sweatpants and socks.

“And taking off your clothes is supposed to make me feel better?!” you were trying to support yourself with your elbow, facing his way. “And I meant that you close the door before leaving.”

“I don’t want to die of heat while taking care of you.” he replied in a duh tone before entering your bathroom to fetch some warm water in a basin.

You were still trying to process what he was getting at when he finally went back out, now basin with steaming water in hand.

“You got a clean towelette I can use?” has asked as he placed the basin on the foot of your bed.

“Yeah, it’s by the third dra- what the hell are you doing again?” you caught yourself as he was opening your drawers. “Because if you’re trying to kill me, doing it while I’m defenseless is just beneath you.”

“Didn’t think your IQ could get any lower but you’re sick so I’ll let this pass.” He rolled his eyes before soaking the cloth on the water. “I’m nursing you. Now lay flat and still so the cloth won’t fall off that forehead of yours.” he instructed, again sounding so casual.

You followed his orders before realizing that this whole ordeal was still very weird. “I’m sorry, I still don’t get why you’re doing this.”

He went by your head and placed the cloth on your forehead, making you sigh at the warmth it brought your chilling form. “Steve will have my head if he finds out I knew you’re sick and let you die.”

You stared at him deadpan.

“And partners are supposed to be taking care of each other.” he muttered, making the side of your mouth twitch.

“If you tell anyone I said that I’ll kill you.” he lightly threatened when he noticed your mouth twitch.

“Fair enough. And I should probably tell you that I’m prone to get mentally confused when I have fevers which is a normal symptom, but just letting you know in case I start saying something nice.” you chuckled.

He went over your mini fridge and opened a bottle of water to drink.

You look at him, noticing that he was starting to sweat a lot from the heat. His skin was glistening making you mentally kick yourself from staring.

“You got underwear?” you found yourself asking, making him choke on his drink.

“What?”

“I-I’m just saying i-if you’re that hot, you can just take off your sweatpants and I won’t mind.”

“You’re saying I’m hot?” he chuckled, having fun twisting your words, making you flush. “Hey, color’s back on your face. Maybe I should get you all flustered more.” he teased further.

“Shut up Barnes, I meant that the room’s too hot for you because the AC is off. You’re sweating like a pig.”

“Save the excuses, Y/N. You won’t mind if I’ll just be in my boxers?” he smirked at you as he took his socks off and started working on untying the strings of his sweats.

“Puh-lease, Barnes, it may come as a shock to you, but I’ve seen enough men in boxers. You’re not that…”

You trailed off what you were going to say when you noticed that this was a different kind of boxers. Why were they so tight?

You thought he meant boxer shorts, not boxer briefs. Dammit.

“I’m not that…?” He asked.

“I forgot. Fever brain.” You shrugged, diverting your eyes away from him. “Anyway, why are you so nice to me? You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” He contradicts, placing his hands on his hips.

“Uh, yeah you do.” you paused to let out a cough. “You always make fun of me or provoke me in front of everyone else.”

“And how do I treat you when we’re alone, especially in missions?” he raised his brows at you, expecting that you’ll put two and two together.

“A lot nicer actually.” You muttered.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that the team keeps insisting I have a crush on you.” he scratched the back of his head.

“That’s ridiculous. Why would they even think that?” you chuckled.

“It’s Sam’s fault. He tricked me.”

“What?”

“He was being all hypothetical, saying what if I was only allowed to date someone from the team and who would I choose. And I uh… may have said I’d choose you. And everyone else heard.” He muttered the last part, embarrassed.

It was your turn to smirk at him. “And why me?”

“Stop that. You look like a smirking corpse.” he snapped at you defensively and cleared his throat. “It’s just that you were actually really nice to me when we met. Didn’t feel like you were masking apprehensiveness like everybody did when I first got here.”

“Sounds like you have a crush on me.” you had the courage to tease him, seeing how flustered he got from telling the story.

“This is not how you treat your nurse, Y/N.”

“Yeah, a nurse in his underwear. Very ethical. And I’m not your supervisor, but I think brooding is not advisable.”

“And now as your nurse, I would advise you to quit talking and get some sleep.”  he playfully glared at you. “I’ll be by the chair to constantly check on your temperature and replace the cloth on your forehead.”

“I really appreciate what you’re doing, Barnes. I’m starting to think the team’s right.”

“Ma’am flirting with patients and vice versa is frowned upon. Now sleep.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

——–

While you were finally snoozing for over an hour, gentle knocks were heard on your door.

Standing up from his chair, Bucky quickly made his way over the door to prevent more knocks from disturbing your sleep, forgetting that he was still only in his boxer briefs.

Opening it slowly, he was met with three pairs of wide eyes belonging to Steve, Sam, and Nat.

“Hey you guys, could you keep it down? Y/N is getting some rest.”

“Uhuh… I bet she needs it.” Sam replied slowly, still wide-eyed, noting how Bucky’s slightly sweaty.

“So… when did this happen?” It was Steve’s turn to speak up.

“Oh, just this morning. She was running late and I came here with the intention of punishing her for it but I ended up taking care of her.” He explained in a low voice, still oblivious to how their teammates were getting a totally different idea.

“Woah.” Nat muttered under her breath.

“Yeah, I guess her muscles are all sore because she was moving so weakly, and her voice is all hoarse now when she talks, and -”

“Look we’re happy for you, but TMI, Buck! TMI.” Steve cut him off and the three of them scrambled away from your room, with Sam muttering he didn’t need the unwelcomed visuals, and Nat screaming for Wanda.

Now left alone and confused by the doorway, he was trying to figure out why they reacted that way when it finally clicked.

“Fuck.” he whisper-yelled, knowing that the teasing was about to get worse.

——–

Final Part

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[todoscript]

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SUMMARY: Having realized Bakugou and Midoriya’s infatuation with you, Shouto decides to make a firm point at showing that you’re his and his alone.

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader (feat. bakugou katsuki & midoriya izuku)

genre: smut. slight angst. pro hero au.

word count: 8.0k+

warnings: 18+. characters are aged up. dominant!shouto. possessive!shouto. (!!!)coercion. exhibitionism. bondage (kinda). slight degradation. praising. squirting. humiliation (bakugou & midoriya receiving).

author’s note: so the idea for this fic came to me one day while i was studying chemistry and it kinda got out of hand the moment i started writing it...haha, oops... but anyway, shoutout to rosie ( @shoutogepi​ ) for listening to me ramble about this and encouraging me to write this shit, love you lots babe! <333 also a reminder to please look over the warnings before proceeding, thank you!!!

If your open jaw is not enough to emphasize your shock, then the bag that hits the floor after escaping your grasp does that job for you. It also alerts the three existing presences in the room of your arrival, to which all eyes maneuver to the door of your shared bedroom, witnessing your appalled state at what is lying in wake.

Lounging on the futon, Shouto breaks your awed silence. “Welcome home, love,” he greets, warmly as per usual whenever he arrives home from work before you do.

You’re utterly surprised by how indifferent he sounds despite the two additional faces in the room. After all, it’s not every day you’d ever expect the Pro Number One and Two heroes to be here in your very bedroom, bound by what you have to assume is your boyfriend’s ice.

Unsure how to go about your reply, you instead opt to slowly walk into the room, assessing the situation. Your wary gaze darts between the angry red eyes of Bakugou Katsuki and the strained green ones of Midoriya Izuku. “I... U-Um… Shouto? What is all of this? What are Midoriya and Bakugou doing here?” You finally manage to address the elephant in the room, yet Shouto does not tackle your questions with as much haste as you are hoping.

He gets up from the bed to meet you in the middle, gathering you in his arms before his lips find your temple—the kiss he presses soft and tender, but the fact that there are two other pairs of eyes glancing over at you from such a compromising position warms your cheeks buried in his chest.

You don’t catch how Bakugou practically wrenches at the sight while Midoriya turns away, abashed. There’s hurt discerned in their expressions that can only be akin to pure jealousy. But you don’t know that. Well, not yet anyway.

“Let me explain, love,” Shouto starts, his voice a meager space away from your ear that he tucks a hair behind, “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but are you aware that these two both—”

“That’s it! I don’t have to stay here and listen to this crap!” Bakugou’s loud voice bursts out, cutting the rest of Shouto’s words short just before they fall to your ear. Watching as a fever of energy begins emitting from Bakugou’s palms trapped in the ice, the dual-haired hero quickly acts by erecting another glacier to impede the blonde’s abilities, effectively keeping him trapped there. Bakugou can only grit his teeth as he remains bound. Meanwhile, you gape at the lengths Shouto goes to prevent these two renowned heroes from leaving this space.

The chill that diffuses throughout the atmosphere of the room pairs fittingly with the frigid stare Shouto points at your guests. Ensuring the cold doesn’t affect you, he regulates your temperatures with his fire side while your body is still pressed against him before continuing. “As I was saying, these two men in front of you both harbor the same feelings for you as I do,” Shouto says. You slightly turn to meet his heterochromatic gaze with confusion written on your face, unsure what his words exactly imply.

Reading this, Shouto’s hand at your waist travels to your nape. “I’m sure you must have realized it by now, love... The way their touches linger on you for far longer than necessary whenever you meet them...” His calloused hand rubs at the back of your neck, the other traveling up your chest that yields a strained noise from your mouth.

“Or how they flirt with you whenever you visit my agency while they’re there, thinking I don’t notice. Telling you how good you look or how pretty you are.” His words meld into your skin as his lips meet below your jawline, the sensation of his nibbles manifesting your noises into frail moans that lights blushes in your spectators’ cheeks. All attempts at disregarding those cases as friendly compliments are hindered when your attention is captured by Shouto’s wandering hands and hypnotizing voice.

“Though I wholeheartedly agree with every statement, I think it’s only right of me—your boyfriend—to be a little concerned when they’re always giving you those looks.”

You bite your lip in hopes of suppressing the next noise that threatens to spill from your mouth before curiosity overtakes you. “What looks?” you pry yet not entirely ready for the answer. Shouto breaths in closely next to your ear, voice guttural and full of weight.

“Like they want to fuck you.”

His claims have your eyes blown out wide, timbre compelling goosebumps across your skin at something so vulgar departing his mouth. You try to muster out a comprehensible thought for the sake of the two heroes, but the words are drawn back in your throat. Shouto catches your guarded look.

“Now, don’t go saying they’re just being friendly with you, baby. I mean look at them. Are those the faces of two men who just want to be friends with you?”

The air has suddenly grown tense, the tension so taut it could be cut with a butter knife. Hesitantly, you shift to meet Bakugou and Midoriya’s eyes to gauge a response from them. To your surprise, all you can perceive are the sheer expressions of shame painted on their faces—red smearing their cheeks with humiliation as they can’t help but glance at anywhere else but you.

“Well?” Shouto chimes in after you’ve fully grasped the reality of the situation.

Peering into his icy heterochromatic eyes, you gulp. You know you have no right to be lying to his face, no matter how much you insist it isn’t so.

“N-No,” you admit.

A grin curves on his lips before he kisses your cheek.

“Mm, smart girl.”

Despite you waving your white flag, Shouto doesn’t stop his touches from wandering your body. He palms at sensitive areas that leave you burning. Those whimpers you’ve desperately tried to conceal unfetter from your lips when his hands inch upon skin hidden beneath your clothing. His touches are firm with a mixture of warmth and coolness that has you holding your breath. The sensations cloud your thoughts, making you forget where you are as the other presences in the room now in the back of your mind.

Midoriya and Bakugou can’t bring themselves to look anymore—can’t bear to gaze at such intimacy they can never hope to attain. Especially when your cute noises leave a twitch in their pants, a feeling they fail to cast off in shame.

“Todoroki... you made your point, now please let us out of this ice,” Midoriya says through his dry lips. Though the verdant-haired hero knows he could free himself on his own with his strength, if Shouto has anything to say about it, he’d just conjure another pillar of ice as quickly as a snap of a finger to replace the shattered ones. Considering that’s what he’s done to keep the two of them from leaving thus far.

“You can’t be fucking serious about leaving us here, Icy-Hot,” Bakugou adds with far more hostility in his tone as he shoots a glare at the red and white-haired man.

The reminder that the top two Pro Heroes are still present in the same room as you while Shouto trails his large hands at every expanse of bare flesh he can find delivers a jolt of embarrassment throughout your body. Embarrassment that somehow kindles a lick of heat in your abdomen.

“On the contrary, this is only part one of what I have in store for you two tonight,” Shouto says, lips playing on the fine line of a smirk. “In fact, I plan on ingraining in your very minds that my love belongs to me and only me by making you two watch her come undone on my cock.”

There’s disbelief throughout the room, trying to comprehend the lengths behind his words.

“W-Wait, are we really doing this in front of them?” you sputter.

“If you’re that uncomfortable about this love, then I’ll simply leave them in this room and fuck you in the next one so they can at least hear every little thing I’m doing to you,” he offers, tone descending multiple steps that rack shivers down your skin as he circles your body, standing chest to your back.

“But having an audience entices you, doesn’t it? After all, look at how wet you are.” He hooks an arm below your leg, lifting it slightly so his free hand can slip into your panties beneath your skirt, no longer blocked by your thighs clenching together. You find yourself winding an arm behind his neck to keep balance. Your eyes shut tight from both mortification and pleasure at how he strokes your slit in front of the two heroes. Sure enough, there’s an abundant amount of slick gathered at your center, the shameful squelching at your throbbing cunt not eluding anyone’s ears in the room.

“Mmm, already such a drenched fucking mess. It’s like the fact that all three of us lust for you makes you even wetter,” he whispers into your ear like a red-winged devil professing your sins to you—sins you should feel disgraceful for, yet you can’t help the exhilaration simmering in your chest. After all, having three powerful, attractive men vying for your attention is nothing short of every girl’s dream. To deny the effects this has on your body would only add dishonesty to your list of sins. Shouto takes your silence as confirmation.

Parting from your panties, he reveals his fingers coated in your shiny essence to everyone in the room. Bakugou and Midoriya water at the sight, groans stifled under their breaths as the many nights of dreaming about how sweet you taste come back to hit them all at once. The saccharine dripping between your thighs is so close, and yet so far as Shouto remains firm on his word about keeping them bound throughout his show of dominance.

Though driven in such compromising circumstances, the two Pro Heroes can’t find it within themselves to tear their eyes away from you. Perhaps in actuality, a deep, dark longing inside them secretly confesses to wanting to watch you unravel amidst the throes of pleasure, even if your undoing is due to someone that isn’t them.

“What a naughty slut you are, admitting you get off at the thought of more than one man wanting to ravage this body of yours.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear, heightening your mortification and the ever-growing wetness at your center.

“However, I’m all you need, isn’t that right, sweetheart? I’m the only man that can reduce you to this soaked, quivering mess from just my voice alone, and the only one whose cock makes your body shake with pleasure that leaves you sore for days.”

“Yes, Sh-Shouto…” you airily whimper in reply.

Shouto’s index finger presses against your trembling bottom lip, slightly smearing your slick on its plushness before he cups your face to stare directly at Bakugou and Midoriya.

“Go on then. Tell the Number One and Number Two Pro Heroes who you belong to,” he commands lowly in your ear. Before you can speak, heat ignites in your cheeks. You glance down and take note of the prominent bulges within the two’s tight clothing, their cocks positively aching to break free from the confines. The fact that the two seem to be getting off on the sight of you manhandled by Shouto is something to acknowledge.

“I… I belong to you…” Your voice wanes.

“Who? Be more specific, baby.”

“I belong to the Number Three hero, Todoroki Shouto,” you say, more clearly this time. The response is sufficient enough to satisfy the man behind you, who turns your head so your lips can connect in a passion of teeth and tongue dancing together that leaves your lungs gasping for air, detaching with ragged breaths. While you’re recovering, Shouto tugs you closer by your chin, pressing your foreheads against each other, where you gander into the depths of his gray and turquoise eyes swimming with lust.

“That’s right, and no one else is going to fuck you like I am tonight.” He sneaks a side-glance at his fellow heroes. “They can only watch as I drive my cock into your pussy over and over again, wishing they were me.”

Midoriya remains silent, letting his troubled expression speak for him, blush persisting on his face. Bakugou, on the other hand, decides to spit a few words out.

“Fuck. You.”

Make that only two words. Still, the venom dripping off each one gets his point across, in that he’s absolutely livid. But sadly for him, it has no effect on the calm and collected Todoroki Shouto.

Taking you by the hand, he leads you to the futon, sprawled out flat for your small audience to behold the entirety of your fucking tonight. Shouto kisses the back of your hand before leaving you to continue standing. He settles himself on the sheets with his arms propped behind him to view up at you as you obediently wait for his orders.

“Well, love, you know what to do. Take off some clothes for me,” he says gruffly. You oblige, slowly peeling off layers. Your skirt piles into a heap on the floor at undoing the zipper holding it in place, quickly followed by the blouse tossed over your head which leaves the remaining clothing on your body your mismatched lingerie. The dainty, silk intimates are the only thing separating you from being fully exposed to everyone.

Even given a sparing view of you from behind, Midoriya and Bakugou readily eat you up. If they somehow haven’t been undressing you with their eyes before this, then they certainly are now. Bakugou zeroes in on your pert ass, emphasized by your panties, and itches to grasp its softness in his own palms, desiring to squeeze, rub, and spank till his heart’s content.

Contrarily, Midoriya has his sights set on the clasp of your bra. What he wouldn’t give to unfasten it from your body and have the article of clothing slip off your skin, putting your beautiful breasts on display, nipples likely stiff and begging for the attention of his fingers and mouth.

It’s unfortunate for them that no such fantasies will come true tonight. After all, you don’t belong to them. You belong to Shouto.

Feeling incredibly vulnerable, you rub your thighs together to create some friction between your lower lips, trying to subside the throb growing in your belly. But you can only endure for so long when Shouto is staring at you with such scalding intensity. You’re struggling to hold onto the remnants of your dignity before it’s stripped away from you at the next command.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous, but,” Shouto hums, admiring the view for a second longer before cutting to the chase, “I want it all off.”

Not wasting any time, your thumbs hook under the waistband of the silk, quickly casting the panties to join the pile below your feet. The way your web-like slick connects your folds to the material before breaking off as your panties reach the ground does not go unnoticed. Your bra, of course, is the next to be discarded—unhooked and tossed, unveiling your tits to the chilly air.

Defenses torn down, you stand bare and exposed to all eyes in the room. You don’t miss the glint flitting in the mismatch of Shouto’s eyes, staring at you like he’s uncovered a beautiful pearl beneath the ocean. Though this is far from your first time engaging in your sexual desires with him, you always fall prey to that carnal look of his, which seemed even more lecherous tonight. He runs a finger on his lips pulled into a seductive smile, eyes piqued at your naked form.

Prickles of arousal travel down your spine. You can’t discern whether it’s the very thought of your vulnerability or the fiery looks you swear are piercing into you at every angle that has you tingling with anticipation.

Either way, such spark coursing through your veins drives you into Shouto’s waiting arms as he beckons you to him. He welcomes you onto his lap, allowing your thighs purchase next to his own while his large hands grope at your soft skin. It isn’t long until your lips meet again, Shouto coaxing—no—prying them open with his tongue as it finds yours, brushing the underside and chasing with zeal. His roughness has you at a loss for words, quite literally as all you can respond with are the airy moans leaking out between each fervent lip-lock. When Shouto grabs at one of your mounds, index finger circling your perky nipple, you let out a surprised squeak.

Your two bystanders’ dicks stutter in response at the noises, having absolutely nothing to do but watch and listen in envy. Every time they hear such a sweet succession of sounds from you, they fidget in their positions, attempting to pathetically generate some pressure against their clothes to alleviate the pain in their cocks.

Shouto does not miss the way they struggle within his periphery, smirking at their pitiful attempts to find any form of relief. At this, a sly thought flickers in his head.

With his hands on your hips, he guides your body further against his own. You find your knees supporting you up while your upper body leans over Shouto, hands gripping his shoulders to keep you steady. The position he’s led you in doesn’t grant you many options, besides obliging to be pliant in his hands.

Peeking over your shoulder, you flush with heat when you realize your ass is perked in the direction toward Midoriya and Bakugou. The troubling thoughts of whether you should feel flustered or flattered by their mesmerized state at how spread you are, hovering above Shouto’s lap, is ripped away when the Pro Hero begins cascading his hands across your skin. His palms waver back and forth within the boundaries of your ass and thighs, every now and then squeezing your warm flesh during his crossings between the two.

“Mmm, Sho…” you whine, the palpable neediness in your voice begging for him to touch your throbbing center already. Bakugou and Midoriya wish for the same, tormented by how slow he decides to take his caressing. If it were up to them, they’d already be tongue deep in your pussy already, perhaps even bottoming their cocks inside your walls, considering how soaked you must be. But no, Shouto wants this night to last. And he’s going to set the pace however he sees fit.

One of Shouto’s hands creeps beneath your leg to maneuver them further apart before his palms find their place at the underside of your poised ass. A short sigh floats amid your parted lips at how he spreads your cheeks, exposing your cunt freely to the two. You hear a groan, followed by an obscene “fuck…” that has you wondering what the view must be like from their perspective to render them so awestruck.

And man, if only you could see your pretty little cunt—wet, glistening, and fluttering on nothing, pleading for stimulation. Stimulation that Shouto grants sparingly as his middle and ring finger suddenly prod your slit, tearing a surprised gasp from your mouth while you toss your head backward.

Your slippery pussy coats his fingers in an opalescent sheen. He hums at the debauched image of your body yearning his touch. “Such a slutty, needy pussy… So messy, even though I haven’t even taken my clothes off yet.” Shouto takes the sullied fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue at your delectable taste abiding his digits. It’s obscene how he makes a show of drinking up the honey from your thighs to taunt Midoriya and Bakugou, groaning between licks like it’s the one thing keeping him sustained. Well, then again, Shouto could probably survive on your essence for days if he tried, considering his favorite places to be is between your thighs anyway.

Head tilting in the direction behind you, you could’ve sworn you saw one of the two licking their lips while the other swallowed a large, heavy gulp. Before you can question it further, Shouto’s words resume ringing in your ear.

“It’s all for me right, love?” he asks as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

Your body quivers as he dives down to continue prodding your cunt before you can even respond properly. “Y-Yes, it’s just for you, Sho— Ah..!” You try your best to muster the words out. But his fingers give you no moment to spare. A jolt of pleasure spikes through your body as he reaches your clit, leaving your voice hanging in the air.

“Unnf... f-fuck...”

Shouto is relentless this time, attending to your bundled nerves at an excruciating rhythm that has you swaying your hips into his hands. Then all coherent thoughts are whisked away when you feel two fingers penetrating your sloppy pussy, thrusting into places you could never reach on your own, and prepping your walls for what’s to come.

“Baby, you take my fingers so well, you’re practically sucking them in,” he praises, reveling in the way you writhe in pleasure at him playing with your cunt. Whining, your legs move further apart involuntarily, allowing him deeper access.

You shake amid his ministrations, teeth pulling at your bottom lip at every sultry sensation rushing through your body. Wrinkling the fabric of his white shirt, your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails sinking deeper into clothed skin when you feel that familiar ache boiling in your abdomen.

“Your thighs are trembling just trying to hold you up. Going to cum soon, love?” Shouto asks. He chuckles at how vigorously you nod your head next to him, knowing your voice would fail you by the moans threatening to unravel precariously from your lips.

“Good, I want you to fucking scream. Show them how well you can cum from my fingers alone, yeah?” he murmurs beside your ear, not giving you much warning than that before suddenly increasing his movements on your cunt.

“Ah, Sho..! Sho!”

There’s nothing for you to do other than to chant his name over and over again like a mantra. You squeeze your fingers into his skin to make sure you don’t end up dissolving in his hands from the fire flaring inside you, threatening to melt you entirely.

And he loves every bit of the needy noises you make. Knowing it’s his name that echoes in the room around them, resounding in the very minds of his rivals who witness firsthand the way you scream out amidst the throes of pleasure—the scene better than any imagination of theirs they’ve conjured in their delusional fantasies—feeds Shouto’s ego deliciously.

The strained gasp you choke out when his lips make contact on your jawline has him smiling against you, the kisses he plants there blooming loving blemishes on your skin. You struggle to keep yourself together from all the sensations storming you at once. There’s something euphoric yet… foreign coursing through your body that you can’t discern, and you’re half-worried of what’s to happen when you reach your imminent release.

“Sh-Sho, wait..! Oh god, I’m gonna—!” you warn, but that only compels Shouto to speed up his pace in a last push for you to cum. From his bruising bites to his fingers methodically working you with skilled ease, it isn’t long until your escalating high peaks into intangible relief.

And god, the throb feels almost uncomfortable but so blissful at the same time.

The pressure builds up to an intense climax that has your walls clamping around his fingers, and your thighs shaking beside him while you yell out Shouto’s name. Holding you through every step of the way, his fingers steady inside you as you convulse around them. The ones at your clit continue rubbing your sensitive, swollen bud throughout your release to widen the intensity.

As your whole body trembles at the haze-induced orgasm, you lean against the hero for support.

“Ohhh baby...” His purrs rumble deep within his chest, an extra lick of delight in his tone. Your eyes are shut while you stumble down from your rapturous high, whimpering when Sho removes his fingers from your pulsating pussy.

“D-Did she just..?!” Midoriya questions incredulously, to your surprise.

“Fuck! I can’t believe she fucking squirted!” Bakugou follows.

At that, your eyes shoot open. You muster the energy to lift your body off Shouto’s lap and reveal to yourself the evident damp spot left on his pants from what you very much have to assume is a result of you gushing your release on him.

Trepidation creeps underneath your skin, swallowing you in mortification.

You really did that.

Squirted in front of the top three Pro Heroes in the country, making a mess on Sho’s pants with your flowing, translucent cum. The very reminder of it spouts your head with your overthinking.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to— I-I mean... I didn’t think I was ever a squirter. It’s just—”

“Love.”

A single word is enough to dispel your ramblings. You look up at Shouto like a deer caught in headlights, expression harrowed by apprehension. At that, he holds your shoulders, pulling you forward so he can press a reassuring kiss against your forehead. The tender gesture numbs the uneasy static racking through you, moving away to glimpse at the endearment hidden within the smoldering fog swirling in Shouto’s eyes.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he assures through hushed words he embeds unto your skin, hands warmly running down your sides. “Besides, you squirting on my fingers was so so sexy.” His seductive allure returns almost as quickly as it disappeared amidst his soothing tone. His touches and the extra flair in his voice makes you hot all over again despite just cumming.

“I must have made you feel incredibly good, getting you to cum so hard like that. Even giving those two over there a show. Just look at them...” Shouto whispers closely, nudging you in the direction of your onlookers whose reddening faces visibly recoil when your eyes cross. It’s as if they’ve gandered into the abyss—anxious at what’s to come yet can’t seem to look away. You flutter between their expressions, gauging their blushes and furrowed brows, before lowering your gaze at the prominent stain on the crotch of their pants, pre-cum seeping at the surface due to the arousal built watching you ruined on Shouto’s very fingers.

A part of you wonders how pent up they must be. Your curiosity dances upon lewd thoughts about how stiff their cocks are and how their lengths would look freed from the constricting clothing. Veiny, hard, and painfully red all because of you. All because of what Shouto is doing to you.

It evokes you with a newfound surge of confidence, finding solace in your sea of uncertainty. And coupled with Shouto’s loving demeanor, you don’t seem to remember what you were ever so self-conscious about to begin with.

“Look at how depraved these sad men are.” Shouto clicks his tongue, a voice in his head confirming of what he already long knew. Deep down, he at least assures himself that his former classmates are aware of their place. In which they’re only allowed to look—not touch—and if they so much as plunge into forbidden territory, he’d rise above the waters to bite their heads off. He recognizes this from just a simple inspection of their faces.

Deterring after hearing Shouto’s words, Midoriya’s eyes cast downward to the floor, brows softened with hurt. His expression is burdened upon not only stigma but guilt, lusting after a woman that isn’t even his while allowing the absurd thought he could steal you away from the fire-and-ice hero to ever cross his mind.

Meanwhile, the blonde mulls over in defeat more so than shame. Although never one to yield from a fight, Bakugou had long realized this battle was over before it even began. You were deftly out of his reach. All he can settle for now is the afterimage of your undoing played back in his head, the recording surrounded by a thick cloud of envy.

Shouto reads their compliance clearly—a wordless surrender witnessing your aftermath of pleasure. As a result, a grin surfaces his lips. Unfortunately for them, the sly devil latent inside him is far satiated. Perhaps it’s time to move onto the next course.

His fingers brush along the underside of your chin, leading your half-lidded eyes to him.

“Baby,” he says, and the way he calls to you in that low baritone makes you receptive to his every word, “why don’t you go over there and help our guests get their cocks out of their pants, hm?” You nod slowly, half-wondering if he read your mind during your indecent contemplation. Shouto kisses the corner of your lip before you stand from the futon and saunter toward the two pillars of ice resting in the room.

Your steps are slow and languid, the consistent sway of your hips hypnotizing to both sides. Reaching the two, you lower to your knees, bending forward and offering Shouto a view of your exposed cunt that still drips of your essence. He bites his lip, palming his bulge through his pants until he begins freeing himself of the unnecessary clothing that would have been discarded by now if he wasn’t so absorbed in your climax.

In the meantime, you kneel in front of the top two Pro Heroes, mooning over who to approach first until your red and white-haired boyfriend answers for you.

“Midoriya first. And then Bakugou.”

You can practically feel the fire lighting inside Bakugou at the command, knowing Icy-Hot gives the order in favor of Midoriya just to get under his skin. You do well to ignore his malice by crawling over to the green-haired hero, hovering above his bound form, and meeting his emerald eyes that are wide and fixated on your every move.

The proximity between you two has the air trapped in his lungs. He holds his breath out of fear that if he lets go, you’d vanish into a mirage. But his throat hitches the very moment your fingers trace up the fabric of his pants, disembarking across his thighs and toward his painful erection that twinges at your touch. It’s fortunate enough for him that you don’t disappear and that the sultry look you give him as you drag the zipper of his pants down isn’t a figment of his imagination. You catch a glimpse of his briefs, along with the head of his dick peeking above the waistband, still strained by a single layer of fabric.

Midoriya swears he can cum right then and there when you lightly palm his hardness—the first relieving sensation he’s felt all night before it’s surmounted by you tugging down the waistband. Cock released from its confines, it jumps forward out of excitement before slapping back against his navel. Midoriya hisses at being open to the air, his feverish skin stinging surrounded by the coldness throughout the room.

As you predicted, the Number One’s cock stands stout and protruding red at being neglected for so long. It begs to be touched.

“P-Please…” The whisper is almost inaudible, but you discern the desperation in his tone.

Midoriya’s pleading expression staring down at you nearly sways you to grant pity on him, but you know you’re given no position to do that. So sadly, you move on. The hero laments you leaving so soon, a whine quietly squeaking from him, left with nothing but his length stiff on his abs as you make your way to Kacchan.

Unlike the former, the blonde actually makes an effort to free himself one last time, a struggle you pick up on when you near him. He’s gritting his teeth together, heat slowly radiating off his body stoked by his anger. Yet that somehow all dissipates at a simple glance of your face. There’s a glassiness in your eyes that renders him silent.

His narrowed stare wanders toward your plush lips, looking so damn soft and kissable. If only he could muster the willpower to break free and move forward to capture them in his own, seal them tight so he wouldn’t have to hear Icy-Hot’s name spilling out of them anymore. But your steady gaze on him freezes him into the ice, halting his motions as if you were medusa. He hears nothing but his racing heart palpitating in his chest as he waits for you to make a move.

“Hm, Bakugou’s been a bit of a brat tonight, wouldn’t you say, love? How about you tease him a bit?” Shouto suggests mischievously.

Turning in his direction, you see him sitting on the bedding, naked and stroking his cock listlessly as he waits for you. The sight encourages you back to Bakugou’s erection to finish the task you started, thighs shuffling against each other at a glimpse of your prize between the Number Three hero’s legs.

As if you couldn’t get anymore seductive, you adjust yourself right between the blonde’s spread form, carelessly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you bend forward, back arching. Bakugou has no idea what he’s in for, fearing for the worst knowing you plan to tease him. He starts muttering a question that never reaches your ear, the words splintering off when he deftly realizes you’re pulling his pant’s zipper between your fucking teeth. Making sure never to break eye contact with him, you drag the metal down at an excruciating pace, each tooth of the zipper undone so slowly it’s practically torture to him.

“Shit... Y/n…” he groans wantonly as you reach the end of your destination. After being contained all this time, it seems his cock wants to come out with a vengeance. You gasp when it suddenly springs past his briefs, nearly making contact against your cheek.

Bakugou sputters an filthy amount of curses, finding the image of you wincing in shock and glancing up at his thick cock towering next to your face with the tip oozing of his pre-cum to be utterly pornographic. Well if this is truly reminiscent of a porn scene, you’d be wrapping your hands around the base of his cock by now, fisting it before delightfully enveloping the tip in your hot mouth. But the call of your name behind you cracks that fantasy into pieces.

To his dismay, your attention swerves from the embossed vein lining Bakugou’s dick to Shouto’s muscular body, idle on the futon, where he gestures a finger at you. You return to your usual place atop his lap, except this time there’s no longer any barrier of fabric to prevent you two from feeling each other’s heat.

Shouto grazes his hands on your back, humming into your neck. “Well, baby, you saw how hard their cocks were. How does it feel to have the top three pros all craving you at once?”

You pause amidst your reply, the little kisses he brushes on your jugular serving to distract you for a moment. You have to ask yourself if your boyfriend is throwing a trick question at you. Giving it some thought, you decide to tackle it honestly.

“It feels... pretty good,” you murmur, a tad squeamish while he maps the expanse of your neck with his lips. It’s an answer he anticipates according to the next question he follows up.

“But of all the cocks in this room, whose do you want the most?”

“Yours, Sho.” Compared to before, your answer is given promptly. Shouto grins at how eager you are for him. “Only yours.” You affirm one last time, effectively hammering a nail into Midoriya and Bakugou’s chests. Shouto’s hands traverse your waist, then to your thighs, giving your flesh a solid squeeze.

“That’s right, you’re my fucking cock slut and no one else’s.” You almost choke when he lurches forward to grind his erection against your wet core, emphasizing your innate effect on him. Whimpering at the slippery friction of his hardness on your swollen clit, you find yourself moving in tandem with his motions.

“My my, still that needy even after you already squirted all over my fingers? Your pussy is just so so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes... F-Fuck, Sho, please let me put your cock inside me. I want to cum on your cock so much!” you plead, voice rising at every insufficient jerk of your hips. It isn’t enough to just rub your sensitive little pearl against it. You need the thing inside you since yesterday, and you’re more than willing to throw your last fragment of modesty out the window to get it.

Luckily for you, your neediness seems to work in your favor as Shouto has no objections at granting you your pleasure.

“Don’t worry, baby. I told you I’d be driving my cock in and out of you in front of them, didn’t I?” He runs his fingers on the edge of your cheek, admiring the cute desperation readable over your features—eyes glazed, skin hot, and cunt positively dripping. “Of course, I intend to keep that promise. But first…” He lays you two into his favored position, maneuvering your body until you’re straddling his thighs. He peers up at you while nestled back on the sheets.

“I suppose since I forced them here, the least we can do is continue giving them something to remember. It is going to be the first and last night they’ll see you like this anyway,” he reasons. The two mentioned pique hearing the statement. You yourself grow considerably hotter, realizing he’s angled you in a way that grants your audience another enticing view of your body above him.

“Well, princess, why don’t you start riding your stallion then?” Shouto incites his request as more of a command than anything else, and you begin earnestly catering to him by lifting your hips. You align his length toward your entrance. His calloused hands spread on your thighs at the anticipation of watching the head of his cock enter your wet heat.

“Ooooh yeah, keep going baby, take it all in,” he encourages through purrs reverberating in his throat. With each inch you swallow between your folds, his expression knits into pure bliss, brows narrowed at how well your tight pussy hugs his cock. He looks up and catches you slowly unraveling before his eyes. You strain to keep yourself together, eyes shut in pleasure at the delicious burn swelling in your stomach.

There’s a stifled noise parting your mouth that hangs open as you gradually envelop him to the shaft. Shouto’s thick cock slowly bottoms inside your walls and makes you feel so complete. While he lets you adjust to his sizable girth, his palms grope your skin, soothing the tense burn churning inside you.

“Mmph…” you whine, hands trying to find some leverage, laying flat on his abs. You give yourself a second, followed by another until the short pain you feel morphs into a delectable buzz.

“I… I’m going to move now, Sho,” you tell him before flitting up and down his long length, progressing tentatively. His heterochromatic eyes are dark and murky, watching his cock glisten in more of your sheen while you glide it into your pussy at a steady tempo. You make sure to take everything offered to you to the fullest, from the tip to base where his balls brush the underside of your ass. Shouto is more than endowed and you don’t ever plan on taking any part of his gift for granted.

“Mm, even after I prepped you, you’re still so tight for me,” Shouto groans, your cunt rippling waves in his body. Despite being consumed in your ministrations, you have to note how sinful he looks below you, sweat shining on his skin and tufts of red and white hair sticking to his forehead. It’s hard to believe a man as handsome as him could be so possessive with you, going through such lengths to prove to his rivals that you only belong to him. But man, do you find it to be hot. The notion once again has your cunt clenching considerably.

“It’s because—ah—you’re so th-thick,” you tell him, and in turn, he gives you a devilish smirk that adds fuel to the fire lighting in your abdomen. Before you can conjure another thought, he suddenly thrusts his hips up to meet yours, reaching a particular spongy spot that causes you to cry out.

“Why don’t we increase the pace then? Ride me faster, love. I want you to cum hard on my cock in front of them.”

Oh boy, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You swiftly nod, gathering some ardor in your thighs that helps you bounce more fervently on top of him. What was once subtle claps chiming in the room escalates into a concert of skins slapping against each other. Gripping your hips, Shouto meets every heavy drop with a firm thrust upward, continuing to reach the same place that induces heaven across your entire body.

Your moans are uncontained now, flittering out at how good Shouto’s cock is making you feel. The sounds are beyond intoxicating to him, like a midnight song he could get drunk on and gladly switch to repeat.

Every slam into your spread pussy steals your words away while reducing him to hissing between his teeth, your folds enshrouding him with unimaginable euphoria that has his onlookers glaring in envy.

The sight is one that Midoriya and Bakugou will surely replay throughout their wistful days after tonight. Your breasts swaying in time with your sloppy movements is a marvel to gawk at as the two implant your glazed body bouncing atop Shouto into their memories, their deluded imaginations going to work at inserting themselves into the fray.

Your hips plunging in sync at each surge of Sho’s cock has stars twinkling across your bleary vision, eyes rolling in the back of your skull. His cock penetrates you in ways no one else could, brimming your body with sublime rapture that you relay honestly in your wails.

“Fuck, you feel so good—” Shouto mutters his praises. He effortlessly keeps up his drilling and angles himself perfectly so the tip reaches your erogenous zone throughout. His hands are digging so deep into your skin, you have no doubt your hips will be daubed purple by the end of the night.

Sweat thoroughly coating his body, his aggressive rutting into your velvet walls has his cock twitching inside you. He recognizes you’re nearing your climax as well when you slowly grip him like a vise. “Gonna milk me, love? Squeeze all the cum out of me and into that slutty pussy of yours?” He asks the question through grunts he spits between his teeth, the sounds coming out on the cusp of feral growls. He’s amused by how your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you try to form any kind of response. The rampant motions make it hard for you to grasp any sense of reality other than the sensations that collide your nerves.

“Y-yes, yes! I’m so close, Sho— Please—!” The moment you have a hand on your wheel of cognition, you start begging like it’s second nature, uncaring of the other two in the room as tears dot the edges of your lashes for relief. And how is Shouto to deny you when you’re playing such a lewd act?

“Need it so bad, n-need to cum— Ah—!”

In the very next second, your body dives to where your back forcibly lands snug on the futon, choking your words to a startling puff. Shouto shadows over you, leering down like he’s sizing his prey one last time before going in for the kill.

“Hm, since you’re begging so nicely for me, I’ll gladly help you reach your bliss, baby,” he says, tongue running along his bottom lip before he resumes driving into your pussy.

He hooks his hands beneath your knees to spread you apart further, giving his cock no repercussions on pistoning forward at unbridled speeds. Your fingers delve into the sheets, gripping the cloth like it’s your lifeline. You feel your lower body slightly lifting off the bedding due to Shouto wanting you two impossibly closer, cock thundering against you.

What you’ve yet to realize—trapped within your tornado of ecstasy—is your spectators freeing themselves from the ice, glaciers reduced to pieces at their powers. The whole exhibition had been too much for them to handle, quite literally snapping their restraints. Their clothes are gone within a flash, articles of them thrown half-hazardly on the floor. It leaves nothing to stop them from finally granting some form of bliss on their neglected cocks, fisting their lengths in conjunction with your symphony of moans.

That aside, they don’t matter to you at this moment. All you have eyes for is the man above you, whose heterochromatic gaze returns your shared adoration with equal fervor, if not more so.

“Well, love, you wanna cum, right? Then you know what to do,” Shouto grunts, lowering his torso so he can close a bit of the distance between your faces, “Tell me, who’s making you feel this fucking good right now?”

Brain a scrambled mess, you’re thankful the answer you scrounge for is a simple one.

“You, Shouto! Unnf, it’s your cock that’s making me feel good!” you exclaim, your back bowing off the bed when you perceive the coil tight in your abdomen nearly about to break. Your wanton reply has him sending his satisfaction back tenfold into you through the expert rocking of his hips.

“Yesyesyes, oh fuck— Y/n, cum all over my cock! Let go, baby!”

You scream the moment the order is given, Shouto slamming into your g-spot the impetus you need to come undone in violent spasms. Firecrackers spark beneath your skin at the ecstasy hitting your every nerve. Seeing you reach the apex of your high—eyes lidded and limbs trembling as you throw your entire body into the sheets—encourages Shouto toward his release, pumping himself in and out of your fluttering walls.

“Fuck! Y/n!” he pants raggedly before snapping his hips in place, dick twitching inside you. A gasp rips your throat as you feel his thick ribbons of white cum fill you to the brim. Shouto remains inside you for a good minute longer, hovering over your sluggish, sweaty body to seize your lips in his while you two slowly descend from heaven. You move sweetly and slowly against him, savoring the moment in the presence of his tender loving.

Meanwhile, Midoriya and Bakugou have already blown their loads all over themselves, creamy spurts painting their skin. They lean back to find their groundings, unable to even speak after what was surely an excruciating event for them both.

You’re still unsure how to go about confronting the aftermath of it all, deciding to only imbed your eyes onto Shouto due to the embarrassment that starts simmering in your mind now that you’ve come down from your highs. Your fingers rise to swipe a few stray strains of damp red-and-white hair off your boyfriend’s forehead, murmuring something kept between the two of you.

“Going through all of this just because you were jealous? You sure are insatiable, Sho.”

He chuckles at the jest behind your words, giving the other Pro Heroes a once over before he comes back to you with a satisfied grin plastered on his face, making you question whether his devilish tendencies have truly left him after tonight.

“What can I say? I guess I just want to monopolize you, baby.”