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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Nine: "Stay." Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Well here we are! This might very well be the LAST fic of Multi-May! Can you believe it?! This month has been insane, I mean just look at all I accomplished! With this fic it brings the total up to 12 fics and one update of my current long fic, the total word count of all of these even beating the amount I wrote for Kinky December back in 2020! I might get one more thing out before the month is out but maybe not, don’t hold your breath, a few things I received during this month will still get written though! So if you sent in a request but didn’t see it get done, don’t give up hope! It might just come out a little later. Now, I have been writing this chapter update on and off all month between my other projects, it is a massive labour of love and I hope you all love it too, this is a DOOZY of an update. Massive shout out to @eggsandbeer who proofread this! A very long time coming in many respects, so let’s not waste any more time and let’s finish this month off RIGHT! Masterlist for the whole series is found, here.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 12K. (I KNOW! Okay I know!) Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Masturbation. Softness. Fluff. Big Emotions. Spoilers For Night Of The Lepus AND Stand By Me. Cuddling. Kissing. Making Out. Smoking. Alcohol Consumption. Grinding. Dirty Talk. Taunting. Voyurism. Teasing. Banter. Lingerie. Multiple Orgasms. Vaginal Fingering. Hand Job. Blow Job. Eating Out. Vaginal Sex. Safe Sex. Threesome. Cum Swapping.

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Normally waking up to a sink full of dishes that you neglected to do the night before would start your day off on the wrong foot, but the following morning after your date hosting Chucky and Tiffany? It feels like nothing could sour your good mood, almost as if the sinkful of sticky and stained porcelain and utensils was an old friend you were excited to see.

Okay that might be a small exaggeration but fuck it, you were happy, you allowed yourself to be a little silly, a bit giddy over how well it went. So with the radio on and coffee brewing you are soon elbow deep in hot soapy water and scrubbing grease laden plates and the heavy bottom frying pan you used last night, humming all the while.

You keep playing last night, particularly the end of your date, over and over in your mind. God, it was such a good time, you were genuinely very excited for your next date, curious what you would do. That kept on occupying your thoughts, every date had been pretty different so far, you wondered if they were going to call you up with a plan all laid out or what. Once the dishes were done the rest of that day was spent pretty typically. After the dishes and some breakfast you find yourself retreating back to your bed, you thought about them so much previously and didn’t satisfy yourself last night so before starting the rest of your day proper you got that out of the way, twice. It isn’t like it took long while you thought about the taste of him thick on your tongue and Tiffany touching and encouraging you the whole time.

Next you did some errands, some self care, went to work, and it was a lovely day with you in such a good mood, totally in your element, tips flowing well for a normally not great night for them spelling out just how happy you were. Logan and Marcy commented and with a shrug you just told them, “I dunno, lucky night I guess.”

The pair scoff, unconvinced, “Uh-huh, sure.”

For some reason they didn’t believe you that you were simply just that happy to be at work but thankfully they didn’t pry as much as they had previously.

You don’t let them bother you either way. As excited as you are for this next date, whatever it will be, you were still more than willing to be patient, secure in the knowledge that they would get back to you when they could just as they said.

You continue on living, a night out with co-workers here, working there and finally you get a call a week after your last date. When the phone rang you jumped slightly before hopping to rush and grab the phone, picking it up with a hopeful, “Hello?”

And then you hear her voice, “Ahhh there you are, hey, I’m glad I caught you.”

You hold the phone closer, a soft sigh, your other hand on the table top as you feel yourself sink into the warm honey of her voice filling your ear, you slide down into the corner of the couch next to the end table you kept your phone on. “Tiffanyyy, how are you?”

“Good, very good, how are you?” She asks and you hum out, “The same, good, been busy at work, waiting for your call.”

“Sorry for the wait honey, what Chucky and I had to do took longer than we were expecting.” You didn’t think she needed to apologise but it was still appreciated, especially when she said it like that. “Oh no worries, I kept busy, it wasn't like I was just sitting by the phone.”

She laughs, “No way, I could never imagine you doing that. You? Spending a whole week sitting alone at home every night?”

You giggle along, fingers instinctively go for the phone cord and curl around the coil as you respond, “You’re right, very much not like me.”

“Oh yeah, total party animal.” She agrees and you say after a moment, “I’d call myself more of a zoo keeper.”

“A zoo keeper?” She inquires and you respond, “Yeah, I corral and control the party animals and keep 'em in check when I’m working.”

She laughs again, you love the sound. “Cute! That is very cute but still, you should be partying it up when you aren’t corralling the wild animals you feed drinks to night in and night out.” You take that as your cue, “So you got some big party animal plans for our next date then?”

“Well about that…We were feeling so bad about us taking longer than we were thinkin’ it would, that we wanna make it up to you and wanted to ask what do you want to do?”

Tiffany was so sweet, offering for you to pick what you would all do was nice, offering to host since you did last time was even better. You want to see her and Chucky sooner rather than later, you are off tomorrow and then not for days and days, thus, you don’t want to wait almost another week. So you ask, “Are you both free tomorrow?”

“Short notice, but let me check.” You hear her pull the phone away, she calls out, asks something to who you assume is naturally Chucky and the phone is brought back, “We are wide open.”

Success.

There is one hurdle however. You’d been keeping an eye on the weather as you always did, considering you either walked or relied on the subway system to get basically anywhere, you had to be aware of what you were stepping out into and sadly, even though it is late into March they are calling for a snowstorm tomorrow. It wasn’t supposed to be anything nuts but enough that going out would be a bit of a pain. You had been working hard all week and so the idea hit you and you said, “How about we rent some tapes and have a date night in?”

She lets out this pleased hum and you grin as she says, “Oh that sounds perfect, I hear it’s supposed to be miserable out tomorrow. How about you come over here and we host you since you had us over last time?”

“You wanna check with ol Chuck first? How is Chucky anyway?” She told you how she was but not how he was, she says, “He’s fine and I am sure he will be alright with the idea of you coming over to us and him not having to do a thing.”

Fair point, you laugh at how easily she dismissed your worries. “Rent whatever you want and come by at about four tomorrow before the snow starts?”

Sounded perfect. “I’ll be there, can’t wait.”

“Me either-” And then she said something that you were thankful she chose to do over the phone, if she would have said it to you in person you might have just died, “-I missed you.”

“You missed me?” You asked, slight disbelief and she corrected yourself, tone quieter, as if she was trying to hide it from a certain redhead. The image of her turning her body, both hands cradling the phone, a smile on her face that could almost be read as shy as she makes the small confession, floods your mind. “Well, WE missed you but he wouldn’t ever say that out loud.”

Oh you were sure that was the case, you were also sure you’d wear him down eventually and get some semblance of softness out of him. You hadn’t thought that was possible previously but with how this is all going, you think it might happen eventually. You could see it when he was with her, the intimacy, comfortability, the closeness and how he didn’t lean away from it but rather to it. The fact you were allowed to see that, given that little peak in makes you wonder, were you special? Or is she too alluring and makes him react like that even when he rather wouldn’t expose himself in that fashion?

“Oh my God, you’re getting soft on me!” You exclaim and she says, “What? You think I can’t be soft because I look this tough?

“Yeah the gothy exterior is real misleading, hm? You totally suckered me.” You claim and she laughs, “Hook line and sinker.”

You hear another voice and then Tiffany saying in an annoyed but amused tone, “Alright, alright, here-” And then his voice is in your ear, also sounding very amused, “What is so fucking funny that you all keep laughing over?”

“Awe you feeling left out Chuck? Don’t worry about it, I’ll be there before you know it and her and I can fawn all over you.” The promise seems to please him, “Now that's what I like to hear. Haven’t been too bored without us?” You can picture how he looks too, leaning over the back of their couch, right next to Tiffany, that cocky smile you have gotten to know as he talks into the phone, the occasional glance to her as he does so.

“Hardly, I was just telling your lovely girlfriend that I’ve been keeping myself plenty busy but I can admit that shit is much better with you both around.” Your fingers had been getting tangled in the phone cord during this conversation as you played with it and now you were unwrapping them as he responded, “Naturally, course it is, we’re the best.”

“Mmm you sure are, and now I hate to cut this short but I gotta start getting ready for work tonight.” He groans, “Booo-”

You hear Tiffany, she is still close by just like you thought, “What?” He fills her in, “She’s gotta get ready for work now.”

Tiffany echoes his sentiment, “Boooo-” It sounds like he is holding the phone so they can both hear and respond to you now.

“You remember where our place is?” He asked and you hummed, “It’s tattooed on my brain.”

You could hear the beginnings of Chucky complaining and you cut him off, “C’mon, less than twenty four hours, I’ll be at your place, think you can live until then?”

“I’ll do whatever I have to make sure he is alive for your arrival.” Tiffany promises and Chucky jokes, “Anything? Even mouth to mouth?”

You hear the sound of a playful smack and a quiet, “Ow-” Laughing you tell them, “See you both soon, bye.”

“Bye.” Comes the call in unison out of the phone, before you hang up. Getting off the couch you make your way to the bedroom to get yourself together for your shift and start to think about just what to wear to their place and what just to watch. Work flies by, you look cute and Logan gives you minimal shit and before you know it, you are back on the walk to the train station with Jackson, deep in conversation.

“So you got the day off tomorrow, what are you getting up to?” He asked and you still weren’t at liberty to give the whole truth, but you could say something, “Oh not much with the storm that is supposed to be rolling in, think I am gonna have a night in, rent some tapes.”

“Oooh, cosy, sounds good, smart too, not trekking out in that shit.” Jackson says with a nod up to the cloudy sky. “Right, you have fun braving the last vestiges of winter, solo.” You tell him and he groans, “So mean.”

“I’m no meaner than you deserve.” You tease. You wish you could be fully honest with him, but hopefully one day, Jackson takes your hand and you let him, fingers lace and you rest your head on his shoulder as you wait on the platform for your respective trains in comfortable and companionable silence.

What does one wear to a mostly meant to be casual date in watching movies? That is what you kept asking yourself and ultimately, after much rifling through your drawers and closet you settled on a comfortable sweater and jeans, you didn’t want to look too try hard and this was supposed to be low key after all.

Now the implication of this was clear, being alone with them in their place like this, you didn’t want to make assumptions but you aren’t dumb, it could very easily get physical again and God after how the last date ended you were liking your chances and hoping that was the case. So with all that in mind, you might have dressed up a little more under the wool and denim. You catch a last look at yourself on your way out the door and yes, you look really fucking cute, you didn’t go as heavy on the make-up as you do when you are at work but you hope Tiffany likes it all the same. Coat pulled tight around yourself and bag over your shoulder, you head out into the late afternoon chill, first stop was the video store.

You stand in front of shelves, eyes scan over vhs cases and countless titles, you are seriously considering what would be entertaining, what would they like? You wander between the aisles and then it hits, that first date you had, the movie that ended up being pretty bad, and all the fun you had ripping on it afterwards over dinner. You found the perfect movie on a bottom shelf, near a corner, it was dusty, you wondered who rented it last and maybe if it had been forgotten about. You selected one other tape and after paying the rental fee you were back out the door, another stop had you then heading for their place, a plastic bag in each hand, one with the movies and the other loaded with snacks. Soon you are inside their building and knocking on their door with a well manicured hand promptly right when you said you would be there, four o’clock on the dot.

The door swings open to see Tiffany there, gorgeous as ever, even in what you assumed were her own more casual and comfortable clothes, the grey sweater she was wearing was big, hung loosely off one shoulder and the spandex showed off what you could see below the hemline of said sweater, very well.

“Look at you! So punctual as always.” She praised and you said, “Oh I know I couldn’t keep Chucky waiting much longer or he would be totally insufferable.”

She held the door open and let you inside, “Trust me, I can handle him. You look fantastic again by the way, adorable sweater.”

You came in and set the bags down so you could take off your boots, “Awe thank you, same for you, looks like you could be in a hot chocolate commercial or something, so comfy.”

In the process of being half bent over you get a look at the fact Tiffany is wearing some very fuzzy and soft looking slippers. Your boots off you stand back up and she is smiling, you tell her, “Cute slippers.”

A glance down and she asks, “You like em?”

“They look comfortable but leopard print?” You ask and she laughs, “What? It isn’t like they are made of real leopards.”

You laughed loudly, “I know that!” Tiffany’s hand rests on your shoulder and she leans over, presses a kiss to your cheek before asking, “So what’s the problem then?”

My God, even that, the soft and small press of her lips to your cheek makes warmth spread through you along with the smear of gloss she left and all complaints and issues are forgotten. You sigh out as she squeezes your shoulder, “None, not a damn one.”

Caught up staring into her eyes for a moment then that familiar voice is cutting in, “Are you not telling me when our guests arrive anymore?”

A look over your shoulder to see him coming into the room, definitely the most dressed down you had seen him, also looking comfortable and at you, relief washes over you, glad you took it easy and didn’t overdress. “You know I think you can get away with wearing t-shirts more often.”

“Right? I keep telling him that all the time.” Tiffany agrees as her hand leaves your shoulder and he grins, “Starting on the praise already, making up for lost time?”

“Can you blame me?” He was close enough now that you opened your arms, invited him for a hug, he took you up on it but asked, while you were in his arms, “I know what this is really about, she is just tryna keep you all for herself and distracting from that with the sweet talk.”

“Heaven forbid I want some solo time before you get your grubby mitts all over her.” Tiffany taunted and he laughed, “Yeah, you weren’t complaining they were grubby earlier.”

She scoffed and he ignored her in favour of asking, “And what? No kiss hello for me?”

You exhale amusedly and roll your eyes, you are sure if any other guy said that to you the urge to clock them in the jaw would overwhelm but with him, saying it in that teasing tone, you can’t help but want to oblige. You pull back, hands remaining on his arms and you lean up and do just what he wanted. It wasn’t especially long but it didn’t need to be to have an effect on you just like hers had earlier. When you broke that kiss, back flat on your feet Tiffany had picked up your bags that you brought in, “Look at all the goodies you brought along!”

“Sweets for the sweet and all that.” You muse before telling them, “I made some guesses on what you both like for movie snacks.”

“Oh well we will have to grade how you did.” Chucky said with raised eyebrows as he pulled away and all of you moved into the living room, you threw your hands up, “Oooh scary.”

You had the chance to really take in their apartment, the last time you were sufficiently distracted but now you could really see it. The couch was comfortable looking, lower lighting provided by the few lamps scattered around, and facing the couch, a low coffee table, end tables bracketing said couch, a few windows and something you didn’t expect, plants. A few well tended potted plants were around of various types, you couldn’t place them but they looked nice, definitely added to the space, the lush pops of green are welcome after so much winter. Tiffany patted the spot next to her and you took it, Chucky sitting beside you before turning the bag upside down onto the coffee table.

“Milk duds? Hell yeah.” Tiffany praised as she plucked up the box and Chucky said, “Junior mints-”

“You got something against chocolate and mint, Chuck?” You cut in and he was already opening the box and popping one into his mouth, “Hardly, I think it’s an underrated combo, but telling that I open my mouth and you think I’m gonna be critical and complain.”

“Well when you do it so frequently-” Tiffany started and he bit back, reaching over you to playfully push her shoulder, “Shut it.”

“Awe, I thought you liked me with my mouth open?” She asked and he agreed and corrected her with a well timed raise of his eyebrows, the innuendo clear, “Open yes but full preferably.”

You cut in and ask, “So we making this popcorn I brought or what?” Tiffany picked up the package, dropping the box of candy for the moment and said, “Of course, on it.”

“Need any help?” You ask and she said while patting you on the shoulder, “I think I got it covered, but thanks honey.”

You could get so used to her calling you names like that. You watch her go and you are on the couch with Chucky alone, turning to him you asked, “So what did you and Tiff do that ended up running long? You never said.”

“Oh didn’t we? Nothing major, a work thing.” He shrugs and you realise at that moment that they had never told you what they did for work. How has that happened with how long you have been seeing them? It hits then, whenever you are making plans to hang out it is all centered around your work schedule with very little issues from either of them on their front, weird.

“You know you and Tiff never shared what you do for work.” You said and he asked, in a seemingly uninterested tone, “Didn’t we? Coulda sworn we did.”

“No, pretty sure you didn’t.” And after he didn’t say anything further you prompt him, “Soooo, what do you do?”

He glanced over to you, tipping the box over and letting a few more junior mints fall into his hand, “Freelance work, it’s real open ended and flexible, which is nice for us, gives us a ton of freedom.” He said it so easily and you had no reason to not believe him, before you could pry further into what KIND of freelance work Tiffany was coming back in, bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine, “You opposed to a few glasses?”

“Oooh not at all!” Tiffany grabbed wine glasses next and sat next to you again on the couch, she started to pour and Chucky asked, “So what did you rent anyway?”

“Two movies-” You reached out and snatched up the other bag, pulling one VHS tape out, “-Night Of The Lepus is up first.”

“Night of that what?” He asked as he took the tape, as if the clear plastic case would give him a better indication of the movie’s content and you said, “Lepus, Chuck. Night Of The Lepus.”

“The fuck is a Lepus?” You laugh and pluck the tape back out of his grip, “Guess you will have to just watch the movie and find out.”

“Yeah sweetface. I am sure it is going to be good if she picked it out.” You leaned over, a kiss to her cheek, “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” She coos and in short order the tape is put in the VCR player and the three of you settle in to watch. You liked this, being between the pair of them, sinking into the cushions of the comfortable couch, ample snacks, a drink in your hand and casual points of contact. This feels right. Your thigh was against hers as she leaned into you and Chucky had his arm over your shoulders, his hand playing with some of the loose hair at the base of Tiff’s neck and you felt as relaxed and at ease as you do in your own apartment.

The movie is rolling and as expected for your little group, there was easy conversation and riffing about what was happening on screen.

The newscaster on the screen is speaking at this moment, “-it’s difficult to conceive that such an innocent furry rabbit, scientifically known as lepus, can be so destructive.”

“Oh so that is what lepus means? Rabbits?” Tiffany asks and Chucky chimed in, confused tone, “This movie is about what? Mutant bunnies?”

“Mutant killer bunnies. And yeah! Just wait, trust me, it’s to your taste.” You assure and he decides to but not without a roll of his eyes.

As the movie goes on Tiffany is very into it, when the scientists are capturing bat specimens she is even happier, “Bats AND bunnies? So cute.” Chucky smiled as he said, “You are just in heaven, aren’t you?”

He starts getting into it too, the jokes flow more, conversation more fast paced, Chucky pointing out, “They just blatantly re-used that news footage from the opening-”

“I like rabbits, mommy!” Exclaims the girl on screen which has him abandoning his original thought to say, “Yeah something tells me she won’t by the end of this.” The tone he says it with almost makes you choke on your sip.

“Wow those sure are some zoom-ins.” Tiffany said and Chucky asked, “What do you think they put on the rabbits faces for the blood?” You offered up, “Jam? I think it's probably jam.”

“Growling, the rabbits are growling.” You say and Tiffany laughs, “Did you hear that scream?!” Chucky himself laughing, “Like it came from 12-year-old, so high pitched-” You all on cue at the same time mocked it together before falling into another laughing fit.

“These rabbits just do not stop growling.” You say later on and Tiffany says, “I know they are big and bad and we are supposed to hate them but they are just still so cute!”

It is quiet for a moment before Tiffany asks, “Hey sweetface?”

Without turning his head he says firmly, “We are not getting a rabbit.” She pouts, “Oh why not?” He turned towards your direction, a hand landing on your knee as he said, “You did this, I’m blaming you.”

You put your hand on his knee in kind, leaning in closer as you say, “I’d apologize and say I’m sorry but It’d be a fat fucking lie, Chuck, so I’ll spare you.” He deadpans, “I love your honesty, it's so sexy.”

And more towards the end of the movie, you had an arm around her, saying, “They aren’t really dying Tiff.” She pulls her glass back from taking another hearty sip and says, “I know that but it looks so convincing, you know?”

Later still Chucky is saying, “They are talking about the railroad a lot.” And once the movie reached its finale, all the massive nearly car sized bunnies being electrocuted at the railroad trap that was set up he said, “Oh. Well fuck. It was important.”

Once it wrapped up Tiffany was still going on, “They are so big! Do you think I could ride one?” You ask, “Like a pony?” She excitedly agrees, “Yeah like a pony!”

“Well I gotta admit, for a dumb movie about killer bunnies, it was pretty entertaining.” Chucky said, giving it up and you say, “The jokes and drinking helped I am sure.”

Tiffany leaned over, a quick hug as she said, “The company did too.”

“Mannn, between this, the slippers, loving the bunnies, you are getting soft.” You tease and she lets you go, “Insulting me in my own home. So rude.”

“We gonna do some dinner before the next movie?” Chucky asks and you perk up, “Oh that sounds great! What are we thinking?”

“I pre-made a lasagna earlier in anticipation for this, can just put it in the oven and mid-way through the movie when it’s done I can serve it up and we can eat.”

“Look at you, thinking of everything.” He praised as she got up and with a big smile asserted, “Someone’s gotta.”

You got up, had been on the couch the whole time the movie was on, you stretched and asked them, “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Oh down the hall there.” You thank him and head off where he directed. When you were washing your hands you turned your head to look out the window and the whole thing was covered with snow. After you dried your hands you figured you should check this out further, you opened the window, took more force than you thought it would, the thing was practically frozen shut and when you got it open you were greeted with pure white sleet so thick you couldn’t see more than a foot in front of you. The chill was bitter, the wind biting and it had you slamming the window closed with a shiver, hands brushing over the front of your shirt, wiping away the snow that had stuck to you in the ten seconds you had the window open.

The weather channel lied. The storm has evolved into an all out blizzard and it is bad, the worst one in a long time. You come back outside and ask, “Have you seen outside?”

“No, why?” He got up and went over to the window and looked out, “Holy shit, it looks fuckin’ nightmarish out.”

“Yeah. Maybe I should uh get out of here before it gets worse?” Tiffany and Chucky shared a look before she looked back over her shoulder at you, “No way are you going out in that mess!”

“Yeah you should spend the night.” Chucky offered, and you asked, “Really? You’d be okay with that?”

“Duh of course. No way should you be out walking in that, we wouldn’t even drive you in it-” Tiffany said and you asked, “Wait drive? You guys have a car?”

“We do. We don’t drive her much in the winter in the city, that much salt you are just asking for rust problems.” Her, the car is a her, he is one of those car guys, you bet “she” even had a name, it was weirdly endearing, and also opened up lots of possibilities too for future dates. “Does he care for the car more than you?”

“Sometimes I wonder.” She muses, “And besides we still have another movie and dinner too.” She makes a good point, you don’t want to leave yet and it would be stupid and dangerous to try and brave that blizzard. The care and concern is sweet, you say, “Thank you both.”

Chucky waves you off, “Don’t even mention it, so how about that next movie?”

The oven had been preheated, dinner was in and going, drinks were refreshed and at that time Tiffany was asking, “And what is the second movie exactly?”

You snatched up the bag that had been pushed to one of the upper corners of the coffee table and brought out the second tape, “Stand By Me.”

“Oh, never seen it.” He admitted and you said, “Me either but I have read the original story by Stephen King.”

“What is it about?” She asked and you filled them in, “It’s about four twelve-year-old boys and this adventure they set out on to go see a dead body.”

“This is your follow up to giant killer bunnies?” Chucky accused, thoroughly amused and you laughed, “What? I thought it was a good follow up, much more mild, less nuts and out there, a palette cleanser if you will-”

“Just a weird double feature is all.” He says, hands up and Tiffany hums, “Unconventional certainly but I am more than willing.”

The VHS was slid into the VCR and the positions had changed on the couch, you were at one end, back against the arm rest, legs stretched over Tiffany’s lap she is leaning against Chucky as he is resting against the other end of the couch. You feel even more at ease, knowing you were spending the night, having your first sleepover with them, movies and dinner and drinks was the perfect recipe for relaxation.

You felt good, not really tipsy or even buzzed but rather light, happy, the wine they selected was great.

Chucky spoke up first, the same pattern as the last movie, talking about it as it went on, “These kids got some good insults.” Tiffany exhaled amusedly, “Yeah you really have to step it up.”

“Can’t be outshined by a gaggle of twelve-year-olds in the fifties, think of your rep Charles.” You tease and he gags, “Ugh, can we not?”

“What no Charles?” You ask and he says, “I’d rather we didn’t.”

“Touchy, touchy. But fine.” You conceded.

It was quiet for a while until he spoke up again. “Christ, everyone is doing it in this damn movie, I want a smoke.”

Tiffany carefully moved your legs off her lap, “Me too, open the window.” He gets up and goes over to the window and does so carefully, it is still coming down so he opens it just enough for a small crack to blow smoke out of. Both he and Tiffany have a smoke while standing on either side of the window, still in view of the tv.

“Train dodge?” Tiffany asked, shocked as three out of four friends tried to get the last one off the tracks, trying to explain why attempting to dodge the train was a terrible idea, and Chucky laughed on the exhale, “Oh this kid is gonna die.” You agree with a chuckle, “One hundred percent.”

You all watch as Chris manages to yank him off the tracks before disaster can strike and Chucky’s hands cup around his mouth as he calls, “Booooo, you shoulda let him try.” You laugh, “Is the body they are going to see not enough?”

He is musing as you all watch, “You know I’ve always wanted a dog-” Tiffany cuts him off, “So no pet bunny but we can get a dog you can train to bite balls off, real fair.” You are laughing hard, “My God what a sentence.”

“You would do that.” Tiffany said and Chucky asked, “Spit in your face? I mean, only if it got you off.” She bit back with, “Like it doesn’t get you off.” Causing Chucky to say, his fingers brushing over her cheek, the action soft and in no way matching his tone, “Never said it didn’t, I was only concerned for you.”

“Mmm real concerned, I’m sure.” Said Tiffany. Those moments you see between the pair of them are some of your favourites when sharing time together, the easy air and banter they share is amazing, you hope to reach a similar level one day.

You speak up, “You think the body is gonna be gross?” Chucky responded in turn, “I mean we can only hope.”

While watching the older group of guys in the gang carving into each other, Chucky asked Tiffany, “Should we brand each other?” She laughs as if the idea is hilarious, “Yeah, I’ll get your name right over my heart, how’s that sound?” You all share a laugh over that.

You mused after a while, during a lull with a sigh, “Bull-true. I love that.” Chucky asked, “That gonna end up in your daily lexicon?” You say, “It might.” He takes the chance for the joke, “Bullshit.” Tiffany groans with a roll of her eyes as he is busy snickering over his own quip.

The scene where the boys are crossing the train tracks over the river, nowhere to jump off without falling one hundred feet into the water you speak up, “You feeling this tension or just me?”

Chucky responds with a nod, he is sitting more forward, eyes locked on the screen, “No, no, I'm feeling it.” And when the train actually did show up Tiffany was gripping your arm hard, pretty manicured nails biting into your bicep through the wool of your sweater, “Shit, shit, shit, fuck! Are they gonna make it?!” The level to which Tiffany is into the scene playing on screen makes a smile break out on your face even with all of the previously commented upon tension, she is so cute.

They manage to but just barely and you exclaim, “God, that was so good.” Tiffany gets up, “Stressful more like, I need another smoke.”

The next few scenes were watched with them both at the window, indulging again. She says easily at one point between drags, “The word of the movie is sincerely.” He nods in agreement, “Seriously.”

Watching the kids around the fire, you speak, asking, “I don’t smoke so I don’t get it but is a smoke post meal really that good?” Chucky and Tiffany moan in unison just as he is closing the window and they have finished their second smoke of the movie, “Ohhh my Godddd-” she calls and him following up with, “Yes, yes yes-”

Their impassioned reaction gets another laugh from you, true you didn’t get it first hand but they sure got the point across.

Dinner was finally ready and you all ate in front of the tv as you did so, not wanting to interrupt the movie. It was really fucking good, you were impressed at the skill she displayed, you wished you knew how to make something this good. The fact she liked the dinner you made for them made you happy considering her own cooking ability. “Tiffany this is fantastic, and you just did this today?”

She shrugged as if it was no big deal, “Yeah this afternoon before you got here. I can show you how sometime, maybe have a date cooking together.” Chucky piped up, “I’m all for it.”

“Pfft, no shit, we do the work and you get to eat.” Tiffany laughed.

As the boys finished crossing the river, Tiffany groaned, “Oh nooooo, not leeches.” And Chucky states firmly, “This is why you will never, ever catch me swimming in a river.”

And finally the boys had reached the end of their journey and you spoke up, “Woah.”

Chucky was setting his plate aside, getting ready for that aforementioned post dinner smoke and his third of the movie, as he said, “There he is.” Tiffany asks, “What do you think? Worth it?” You shrug as you say, “I think it’s one of those things where it’s more about the journey than the destination.”

A mutual hum of agreement as the pair are lighting up.

It is silent during Chris’ comforting and Tiffany said quietly, “This kid is a good friend.” Something you and Chucky both agree with.

When the ending finally comes there is much exclamation, “Chris became a lawyer oh my God-” And very shortly afterwards, “And he dies?!”

“You show us this movie, get us all invested and Chris bites it?” Chucky asked and you defended yourself, “Yeah years later-” He presses on, “The point still stands!”

The credits roll and as Tiffany is collecting up plates as she says, “Still hurts either way.”

“That is the point though. This movie is like life, it’s happy but sad, funny but tragic, you know?” She concedes to you on that. Chucky turns to you, “These are the two weirdest movies you could have ever picked for our date night.”

“But?” You ask and he follows up, “But so fun.” Tiffany calls over her shoulder as she carries messy plates to the kitchen, “So fun!”

“Seriously you should pick for movie nights more often.” He praises and you ask, “We wanna do this a lot more then?”

He shrugs and says easily, “Shit, I mean why not?”

Why not indeed.

“Sooo the movies are all done, what do we want to do now, since I’m staying?” You ask and he says, “Cards and some tv?”

Sounded good to you, it was still a little early and so you all ended up sitting on the floor around the coffee table, some made for tv movie you didn’t care about providing background noise as you played. There was more conversation flowing over all manner of things, everything and nothing and whatever in between before another few hours later the decision to get into bed for the night was made. Tiffany loaned you something to sleep in, a rather large t-shirt that was warm and comfortable.

You were feeling tired but once you saw Tiffany’s choice in pyjamas, a tank top and short shorts you felt significantly more awake, looked like she had this set for a few years and it was criminally tight. You sat on the edge of the bed and joked, “So you saved the better pyjamas for yourself, I see how it is.”

“Ha, hardly, you look good, really cute.” She said easily, she was putting her hair up as she sauntered over to you and keeping eye contact was difficult, something she picked up on as she said, “You know you can look, right? It’s kinda what I am hoping for when I wear something like this.”

“Oh I know just what you mean.” You get bold and take what she said as an invitation to open your legs as your eyes drag over her curves. Your hand dropping down, you pull up the bottom of the t-shirt she loaned you and show off the frankly gorgeous lace and silk underwear you picked out hoping to impress her. Eyebrows raised and she says, “Yeah that is the kinda thing you wear when you wanna garner certain kinds of attention.”

She finishes putting up her hair and you ask, “Well do I have your attention?”

In place of a verbal response she leans down, hands rest on your thighs and she kisses you. The speed with which you return her affection is impressive, your hand lets go of the shirt and you reach out, hands on her biceps as you deepen the kiss and she hums into it. That is the moment you hear him come in, “Starting without me again. Is that the theme for tonight?”

You and Tiffany break the kiss with a laugh, big smiles as you look over Tiffany’s shoulder and she does the same, “You were taking too long and she showed me what she has on under this-” She pulled on the sleeve of the t-shirt you had on, “-and what am I supposed to do after that? Not kiss her?”

“Yeah, you snooze, you lose Chuck.” You tease and he comes over, “Apparently, and what exactly do you have on under this?”

He sits next to you on the bed, side saddle, one hand meets your knee and he makes a move to open your legs to get himself a peek and you forcefully keep your legs closed, pretending like you aren’t dying for him to see, “Ooh I dunno-”

“Tease.” He scoffs and Tiffany leans in again, she turns your face back to her, breaking the eye contact you had with Chucky and kissing you again, you melt in short order and focus on her instead. He is able to open your legs easily and when the fabric is pulled up he says, “Christ you weren’t kidding. How can any sane person with a heartbeat not want her after seeing that?”

The kiss was forcefully broken when he pushed you over onto your back and he climbed onto the bed. The action is surprising and honestly much too arousing, you like when he takes charge, the confidence works on him and you are into it.

He is moving closer as he is talking, “You know, we kept on talking about you while we were away.” He leaned down and you asked, “Yeah?”

“Could not stop thinking about how that last date ended.” He admits and Tiffany agrees, her hands hadn’t left your thighs and they were moving upwards now. “You were too hot for words.”

Her saying that about you? As she is bent at the waist, her finger starting to dip below the edge of your t-shirt, her ample cleavage on display from the angle, biting her bottom lip and that mischievous glint in her eyes, you think that “too hot for words” fits her much, much better. You still graciously accept the compliment on your oral skills and apparently how good you looked while doing it.

“I can’t stop thinking about it either.” You divulge as their hands start wandering quickly, her fingers run over your hips before beginning to move back down and his hand is sliding up your side, thumb tracing the curve of your breast and you say, “I want to do more too if you both do-”

“You think we can resist when you are spending the night in our bed, especially wearing something like this?” Tiffany asks as her fingertips brush over the soft edges of the delicate material that was currently encasing your quickly dampening cunt. He was so close now as he told you, “Yeah c’mon, we are only human and we can only show so much restraint.”

Thank fucking God, this has been coming for way too long and with it being so explicitly stated means all bets are off, you can hardly wait to indulge but that doesn’t mean there is any reason to rush.

You tell him, “So stop holding back.” Before your hand is on the back of his neck, leaning up the last bit, you kiss him, and even though you initiated that kiss, he is soon the one taking over and leading it.

He clearly takes what you say to heart, they both do, because clothes are coming off in between heated kissing, his shirt and her shorts, and you take off the shirt Tiffany had loaned you, all in all you ended up wearing it for less than ten minutes and when it was taken off both of them pause. The bra was part of a set, it sat on your body beautifully but didn’t leave much to the imagination since the cups were sheer, intricate lace that matched the panties curling around the edges and framed your nipples. “God, she is asking for it, isn’t she?”

You were.

Tiffany didn’t give much more than a hum with a nod in response, she was on her knees, kissing up your leg as her hand found its way in between, deft fingers stroke up and you arch into her touch. You were plenty warmed up, her fingers slide back down, more pressure and it draws from you a quiet exhale, head falling back and he takes the opportunity to kiss up your neck one of his hands feeling up your chest. His fingers get greedy, dipping into your bra, blunt nails catch on your hardening nipples and the small edge of pain the action provides makes the pleasure radiating out below your waist increase. Tiffany was very into her current task, head resting on your inner thigh, fingers touching, rubbing consistent and steady circles through the satin like fabric over your clit, taking in every reaction of your body as well as watching the sight of the wet spot steadily growing.

“You good down there?” The question is spoken into the hollow of your throat, another kiss ending his sentence and making your breath stutter as her fingers press harder, she speaks, “So good.”

“I bet.” You feel his smile against your neck, fingers squeeze your nipple and he continues on, “Little known thing about Tiff is she looooves lingerie-”

“Really?” You ask breathlessly with a big smile, the wash of pleasure increasing between the pair of them working you over, “Guilty.” She sighs.

“Maybe we should go lingerie shopping together sometime.” You suggest absentmindedly, the friction of the thin layer of fabric between your clit and her fingers is making it hard to breathe normally and Tiffany perked right up, fingers slowly slightly, “Oh you mean it?”

“Yeah, I am sure you have all kinds of things you want to see me in.” You tease and Chucky chimes in, “Think we both have lots of things we want to see you in.”

Tiffany agrees and you ask, “Like?”

He huffs, teeth grazing your pulse point before he asked, “You want to keep talking or do you want to get fucked?”

She was moving your underwear out of the way, fingers hook in the wet material and she pulls, her thumb stokes over your clit and you gasp out the answer they were hoping for, “Fucked, definitely fucked.”

“God I cannot wait to see that.” Tiffany’s voice, Christ, it was enough to do your head in on an average day, but like this, almost naked, their hands all over, and the tone she spoke in, it clued you into how desperate she was for it, clearly she was being genuine. You had the smallest wondering if she had masturbated to the thought, the idea of her doing that at all, thinking of you getting railed by her boyfriend or otherwise has your hips bucking to get closer to her touch. Her other hand is on Chucky, nudging him and he takes the hint, he is still close to you but more on his back, his hands abandoning you for the time being, she is helping him out of the rest of his clothing. Her touch on you at this moment is light, rocking gently, you get lost in the feeling and before you know it he is completely naked.

Your attention is drawn to this because of the groan he lets out, your eyes start at his face, the expression he is wearing is betraying what is already going on, but still you take your time to see it for yourself. You treat it as if it were something you had been greatly looking forward to, which to be honest, you had, allowing time to indulge, not wanting to ruin it by taking it in too quickly, appreciating it. Your eyes are raking down his chest and stomach to then see it live and in colour, Tiffany with one hand around his shaft and the head of his dick between those pretty kissable lips of hers. This is still so new but you sincerely doubt you are ever going to tire of seeing the pair of them be physical with each other.

Now that she is in a good rhythm with him she picks up the pace on you once more, you had no idea that she was so good at multitasking. Between the pleasure she was foisting on you and the view and sounds of Chucky you can’t take it, you need more, you reach out, a hand meets his cheek and you bring his face over to you, initiating a deep kiss that both of you moan into. It continues on like that, the energy is impressive, all of you are feeding into each other, Tiffany’s tongue flicks over his tip and the inhale is draws from him makes more heat spark inside of you and kiss him deeper, the brush of his own tongue on yours makes you moan and causes her to redouble her efforts and it just doesn’t stop. In between kisses you ask, “How do you stand it?”

“Mmm? What you mean, ugh, her?” He laughs a little breathlessly, a groan spilling out after that and you nod, “Yeah, exactly, her, she’s too much.”

Tiffany pulls up, he leaves her mouth with a wet pop and she teases, a call back to a previous joke he had made on your last date “The most.”

You love this too much, the way that even with the hot and heavy atmosphere, feeling this good, you can all still joke around and keep it light. Your forehead leans against his as you snicker, “And funny too, you got yourself quite a catch.”

“Yeah we lucked out big time.” He agrees, his mouth is back on yours and you feel yourself melting.

“You flatter me so.” She sighs but your mind is caught up on the “we” still. You wonder if it was an accident or purposeful but him saying we in this context isn’t a small thing. No time to follow up or question however, Tiffany has two fingers sliding into you as she is back to sucking his dick and you are moaning with a grind of your hips to increase the feeling she gives. Between the hot and heavy make out you keep on stealing glances at her, whenever you and he break apart your eyes are drawn down to see how she is taking him nearly to the base with no issue. Her hand and mouth moving in tandem, you notice too that when she takes him as deep as she can that is when she curls her fingers into you, her thumb swirling over your clit while she pulls him out, the level of control she has over you and him is enough to leave you speechless.

Unlike before you are leading the kiss now, keeping it fun, playful, ample moans and when you can manage to get the words out, scattered praise for Tiffany is spoken until she is the one who can’t take it anymore, she is the one to push it further. She slides him out of her mouth, resting her head on his thigh, her hand still stroking him and her fingers curling into you again, “Are you both ready?”

“Oh you all needy, hon?” He asks with a surprisingly lack of condesension and a smile, she nods, “I want to see you fuck her.”

Heaven above how she says that, you clench on her fingers, speaking of his fingers, they brush over your cheek and while catching your gaze he asks, “Well? You ready?”

A bite of your bottom lip before you practically moan out, “God thought you’d never ask.”

You were dying for this just as much as they both were, is it possible to be so hot and bothered that your own blood can threaten to boil you alive in your veins? You have no clue but the culmination of all this time with them about to come to a head, to get fucked by both of them, in their bed, a total dream come true, soaked and more than ready you don’t need the rest of your clothing.

Her hands slip away and his hands are on you, he helps you, taking care of your bra and you sliding your panties off, now completely bare and then he is helping move you how he wants.

Repositioning you is easy, you wonder if they had planned this because they both seem to be on the exact same page about just how they wanted to have you, not like you have any complaints about that. You are on your side, Chucky is behind you, his back practically to your chest as Tiffany is getting onto the bed, taking her tank top off as she does so and now she is in just her panties and your eyes are wide, “Holy fuck-”

His chin on your shoulder, looking over to see the view of Tiffany in barely anything and he says, “I never, ever get tired of seeing that. Her body is fucking insane, those tits? I mean come onnn-” His hands are on you, the small shake as he moans that out makes you giggle.

She is throwing the garment aside with a fond roll of her eyes and a smile on her lips, one hand in his hair, an arch of her back pushing her chest out further and she asks you softly, “You wanna touch?”

You tell her, “If I ever say no to that I think you can assume something is seriously wrong with me.” She scoots closer as she says with a smile, “Well go ahead.”

You do as she encourages, one hand cupping her and she is impossibly soft and incredibly warm, she sighs, leaning more into your touch, eyes falling closed and your thumb circles one of her nipples. All of the nice tits comments and filthy compliments aside that you could tell her, instead you utter completely sincerely, “You’re fucking beautiful. Just my God, Tiffany, you’re stunning.”

Her smile widens and she looks almost shy? As if she wasn’t expecting you to say that, and certainly not so sweetly and earnestly, you sound practically awed and that gets to her. Makes her heart beat faster, she wonders if you can feel it as you explore. Shocking Chucky doesn’t make some kind of comment on this but you do feel him grind against you, his enjoyment of the view more than apparent.

You vaguely register him pulling away for the moment and hearing the sound of the nightstand drawer pulling open and snapping closed, Tiffany has gotten more comfortable, she is on her side in front of you, she had initiated another kiss as your fingers carefully pinched her nipple between two fingers and rolled it. His hands are on you once more and his hand is between your legs, starting to move, you take the hint, moving with him so he is holding your leg out of the way, your other leg resting tangled between his, chest to back and you feel him there, hard shaft grinds over your lips and you moan into her mouth.

You break the kiss as his mouth is next to your ear, warm breath sends a shiver up your spine he is grinding against you, wetness from you spreading onto him, head of his dick bumping over your clit. Eyes flit down and you manage to catch a glimpse and the view is hot, you also realise why he leaned away before, while caught up playing with Tiffany he’d grabbed a condom. You were glad you didn’t have to ask, this was still so new, the first time you were doing this so of course it was a necessary precaution, who’s to say it will always be this way, if it is just you and Tiffany being with him there isn’t a reason to not feel him bare.

It’s just another fun thing to look forward to honestly, this is just the first of many.

He doesn’t need to ask because you take the initiative, reach down, fingers meet his shaft and you tilt your hips back, the position just right you push back as he moves forward and finally starts to sink inside. Your eyes close with a sharp inhale, it doesn’t hurt, far from it with how prepared you are, the stretch of him sliding halfway in on that first stroke feels exquisite. You can feel Tiffany’s eyes locked on the point of connection between you and Chucky, his grip on your thigh near the back of your knee tightens, he pulls out most of the way before driving back in, deeper, causing you to take more and you moan his name softly. A few more purposeful rocks of his hips and he is completely inside, he exhales heavily into your ear, you feel his forehead rest against you, both soaking in the feeling for a moment before Tiffany’s hand on your cheek snaps you out of it. Your eyes open to see her right there, so close you can feel her body heat and she asks, “How’s it feel?”

You don’t know if it is meant to be directed at you or him but you both answer anyway. First you, choking out, “So good, so full-” and then him, “Tight, wet, amazing.”

A steady pace is started, not fast or slow, a good even tempo that has you wanting to go limp in his grasp. One hand still occupied with holding your leg out of the way, his other arm was hooked around your body, over your shoulder, hand resting over your breasts, the extra point of contact makes it easier still to maneuver you, pull you down as he fucks up. Tiffany is watching intently, her bottom lip is tugged between her teeth, flushed cheeks and eyes flitting over, trying to capture every moment and movement and detail. She is really into this, you knew she would be but this is still a pretty big line to cross, fucking her boyfriend in their shared bed right in front of her, and there seems to be not a single hint of jealousy, no she loves it, that helps you sink even further into it. A turn of your head and you manage to catch his lips in a sloppy kiss, you start to move too, desperate to make this better, increase the feeling as you rock together.

“He’s being so nice to you.” She praises and you break that kiss with a laugh, asking, “Is he us-usually me-an?”

He exhales amused and thrusts harder into you, “I can be.” He breathes that to you in a way that makes you clench around him, maybe you’d like him being mean to you.

“M’ sure he won’t be able to be on his best behaviour forever.” Tiffany tells you and you want to sigh out, “Promise?” But instead an incoherent moan leaves you because Tiffany’s hands are getting back to work, fingers press to your clit and swirl making the euphoria spike aggressively. A weakened and hiccupping moan of her name as your movements become sloppy, trying to buck back onto Chucky is becoming more difficult with both of them so focused on you.

“Fuck Tiff, keep going.” Was he reading your mind when he said that because you were about two seconds from begging for that yourself, his breathing is as laboured as yours. You didn’t think you’d last much longer like this at all and the small fact of that, of getting close makes it worse, unable to keep any of the sounds inside, moaning openly. Tiffany’s fingers working over your sensitive flesh as he continues to fuck into you, steady and deep strokes you are panting, your head raises from where it had been laying on Chucky’s arm that was still hooked around you, managing to catch his gaze. The eye contact is intense, the shared heavy breathing, bodies moving together and consistently getting better, adjusting and figuring each other’s bodies out, your eyes break away only for a second to catch Tiffany’s, she presses harder and you whine out that you are getting close. It is only a few minutes into this and you are threatening to fall apart between them, your hand catches the back of Tiffany’s neck, you pull her close, kissing her, tongue in her mouth and she returns your affection with a groan of her own.

“Shit, you’re too hot-” Chucky pants out, his grip on your leg just might leave bruises, you don’t care as he fights to keep pace, “-practically stranglin’ me, so tight I can barely fuck-ing move.”

You are right there, on the very edge, your mouth slips from hers, face buried in her neck and with the combination of one more purposeful thrust from him and a move of her hand you gasped out a pathetic warning of, “-cumming!”

“Yes, fuck yes, come on.” His encouragement fills your ears and makes your skin under his touch tingle. Before it happens, you slip and ecstasy overtakes, body tenses further, trembling as the weight of the feeling threatens to crush you, no real coherent sound, just pitched fluctuations of your breathing and murmurs that could be read as curses if you squint hard enough. You don’t think, you just feel, completely given over to the moment and to them. Her touch only begins to ease when your whimpering sounds like it is beginning to border on painful, he doesn’t relent though, it draws the remnants of your orgasm out for a long time, eventually you do regain some words, mostly it is his name, muttered between kisses you laid on Tiffany’s throat where your face is still buried. You can’t see but you are positive she is touching herself now, the way her moans are mixing with yours and his, how her body shudders, your tongue darts out and tastes the salt of her skin and she arches closer to you.

Chucky’s entire body is nearly pressed to yours, he is talking again, fractured praise, “So good, I knew you would be but fuck, you-you’re-” His sentence trails off with another groan as his hips slam into yours but you don’t care, even without finishing the compliment it effects you deeply.

When she moves away you want to question it, want to ask what she is doing but it becomes clear in short order, she sinks down. Her hand that isn’t between her own is on your inner thigh, she managed to get in just the right position and she moved in, her lips press gently and carefully to your straining clit and your body reacts as if shocked, spasming with a cry, he must feel it too from the hiss he lets out. “Goddamn you just clenched so hard-”

Tiffany listens, her own fingers are moving quickly between her legs but her mouth moves faster, pretty pink tongue licks up over and over a few times, pulling delicious sounds from you whenever she does before her lips lock around the throbbing nub and she sucks. This one has very little build up, it seems one minute you aren’t and the very next you are, as if she forcefully dragged you to the edge and threw you over the cliffs edge into heaven in a few short minutes. You are calling her name, fingers tangled in soft blonde hair as you ground on her tongue and just when you’re orgasm is at its peak you push on her head, she doesn’t relent, she forces you to feel every single bit of it and only leaves you when she is satisfied with her work.

You are still shaking, trying to breathe through the aftershocks when three last hard thrusts cause your whole body to move once more with his spell Chucky’s end, your name staining his tongue as he drives that last time to the hilt and holds as he spills into the condom. You feel him slightly trembling through his high and that makes you smile dreamily, feeling powerful you were able to do that, he released this huge breath and sighs as his body starts to go slack, “Jesus, holding out till you were done was practically torture.”

You clear your throat, finding your voice you say, “M’ sure it’s the kinda torture you’ll happily come back for a second helping of.”

He laughs breathlessly, “You’re not wrong.”

The sentiment is nice, him caring enough to make sure you got yours before getting his, he slowly pulls out with a grunt and he lets go of your leg, your hand comes back, you rub your hip as you close your legs again, you feel incredible but this wasn’t over yet. He is on the same page as you because now that the condom was thrown away he was moving closer to Tiffany. She just did a ton of heavy lifting for you both, helped make the first time he fucked you incredible and saw to it that you and he came insanely hard and the only thing on both yours and his minds were returning the favor. You realised she was still wearing those panties and you had to do something about that. Your fingers hook into the sides of the thin material covering the last part of her and you begin to move it out of the way, sliding them down her thighs and exposing her to you.

Keeping your mouth closed was impossible, it is involuntary, your lips parting slightly as seeing her totally bare and Chucky laughs, you look over to see him, head pitched forward, shaking his head slightly, fuck, his hair was a mess from how your hand was buried in it at one point while he fucked you. “What is so funny, Chuck?”

“Nothin’ just-” His hand runs through his hair before popping back up, sideways smile, as he says, “-I had that exact same look first time I saw her naked.”

“Only the first time? Try every time.” Her tone is light but at the same time it is undercut with clear need, “Can you blame a guy? You look like you were ripped right outta a magazine.”

He leaned down, a kiss to her forehead and you reached out, your hand touched down and her legs jerk at the feeling, she was drenched, absolutely soaked and as you learned within a minute, very responsive. You had just cum twice in pretty quick succession, you felt totally satisfied but she was changing that. He was kissing her, hand stroking over her neck and moving to play with her ample chest, you got more comfortable as you used your hands, your head was swimming, finally touching her after so long, hearing the sounds she made, how different touches made her react, you ended up pressing your thighs together when your fingers slipped into her, she gasped your name into his mouth and fuck, you did that.

She felt incredible inside, slick, pulsing, tight, if it feels this good for your fingers to be inside her you can only imagine what it is like for him to fuck her. He is pulling away from her kisses to ask, “How’s she doing?”

“Amazing-” She sighed that out, lips parted and eyes half lidded in bliss, and he is ginning, “Yeah seems like.”

He looks over to you and then sits up again, he motions for you to come closer, you do so, leaning nearer and not stopping touching, he whispers to you, telling you, “Make it like you are crossing your fingers like you’re lyin’, twist em back and forth and then curl them up and press hard.”

Your nose wrinkles in confusion but you do as he suggests, upon you following his instruction, her whole body bows and she cries out louder than you have ever heard previously, your eyebrows raise in shock and he teases, “Told ya.”

It turns out that she didn’t need long, between him pinching her nipples, whispering more commands on just what to do, she is cumming on your fingers loudly within five minutes. You wished you looked half as good as she does when she cums, you are totally captivated, the way her body rolls and the moans she lets out, it’s nothing short of pure art.

Her hand locks on your wrist and she begs, “Please, stop, fuck-”

You do, you’d been so caught up in her that you hadn’t let up for a second, overstimulation must have been setting in hard, poor thing, you slowly and reluctantly pull your fingers out. Before you get the chance to taste her he is pulling your fingers into his mouth and your mouth drops in shock, “You asshole! I worked hard for that treat-”

Your fingers pop out and he says wetly, “You want it? Come get it.”

“You’re such a bitch.” You sighed but you still pulled him nearer and kissed him either way. Sharing the taste of her when you kissed him might just be one of your new favourite things. When the affection finally reached a natural end, Tiffany said, “My legs might not be working right now but don’t leave me out.”

You and Chucky oblige. You both kiss her, one after the other and wrap her up in your arms. Sweaty and tangled limbs all cuddling on top of the messed up sheets as you relax and breathng slowly starts to even out. "That was-" You start, voice trailing off.

"Is there no words, again?" Tiffany asks and you say, "Nope! I swear to God I have a good vocabulary, my brain just doesn't work after what you both do to me."

"Awe yeah sweet thing, you are real smart, we both know it." Tiffany praised. "Fucking you dumb is a good pass time." He muses as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

The come down takes a long while. The bedroom window is cracked the smallest amount possible because it got stiflingly hot in the room as well the snow still coming down so hard making opening it any further a stupid idea. The pair of them doing what you has to assume is their normal ritual post fuck, both lighting up for another cigarette. You were still naked but actually in bed now, under the sheets and just watching them. Sitting up in the low lamp light, easy conversation and joking between the pair, she had his shirt on and he’d tugged his underwear back on, both their hair a mess and you just felt happy. Really fucking happy.

Nowhere to be, just soaking up the moment with them. He asks, “Is there any of that lasagna left?”

“What are you hungry at this time of night?” She asks on an exhale of smoke and he says, “Yes I am, all that really took it out of me.”

“Sex like that is hungry work, I have to say I could do with a snack myself.” You say and between the pair of you she can’t say no. So at nearly three AM, smokes finished, the three of you are sitting up in bed and sharing a plate of lasagna, by the time you all do fall asleep it’s almost four and you are thoroughly exhausted and slotted between them, you are positive this has to be the best sleepover you’ve ever had.

Would it be weird to send a thank you letter to the weather station for getting the forecast so wrong and making all this happen? Probably. And yet you were still considering it.

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Soulmates? Soulmates.

Paring: Soren x nonbinary half elf reader

Summary: You were born to an elf and a human in a world where elves and humans don't get along. At the age of five you lost your parents and end up being adopted by the King and Queen of katolis. Shortly after the queen passes, your soulmate bond appears. now you have to try and keep your true self hidden while hearing the thoughts of your not so bright soulmate.

Word count: 6687

A/N: so, this my attempt at a multi part fic, it is a soulmate au cause I'm a sucker for them let me know if you like it and want to read more.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings for this chapter: Death of parents and talk of assassination.

Being born to an Earthblood elf and a human really was not the best thing to happen to me. Sure being connected to the earth arcanum is amazing, when I was younger and still lived near the border of Xadia, my elven father taught me how to use planet magic. I learned how to help crops grow faster and stronger, I also learned how to do minor healing spells. I bet you are now thinking well you got to learn magic. How can that be so bad, well I’ll explain.

You see being half elf, I don’t exactly look very human. While I do have five fingers like humans, but my ears are pointed and have a pair of short branch like horns that sprout from the top of my head. You may be also asking how on earth do you hide that from humans, and there is a fairly simple answer. When I was younger it was easy to hide with hats or head scarfs, but as I’ve gotten older, my horns have become more difficult to hide. To help hide them when I was about five my family took me to The Moon Nexus deep within the human kingdom of Katolis and requested help from the guardian of The Moon Nexus. Lujanne was able to craft a moon opal necklace that created an illusion that made it look like I had normal ears, and no horns. The illusion also makes it so that if someone were to ruffle my hair they wouldn’t feel the horns either.

There are two other things I need to address before we get into our real story. Firstly not only does this world have magic, elves, and dragons, but everyone here has a soulmate. Soulmate bounds can appear in numerous different ways, some are born with tattoos that match, some can hear each other's thoughts, some can feel each other's pain, basically if you can think of it as a connection it has probably happened. I’ll tell you about my connection later. Every creature, human or elf, has a soulmate. In most cases humans have human soulmates and elves have elven soulmates. On rare occasions a human will be paired with an elf and they are both forced to make hard choices: do they find their soulmate and risk both of them being killed because of disagreements between the two peoples or do they forget their soulmate and try to live normal life without them. My parents were one of these rare mixed pairs, obviously they chose to meet and had me.

And secondly, like I said before when a human and elf soulmate pair chose to meet it almost always ends poorly. You see when my small family was leaving The Moon Nexus after getting an illusion to hide my true self, we were spotted coming from the Cursed Caldera. My father had yet to cover his own horns and one of the humans who spotted us reported it to the knights of Katolis. We were unaware of them following us until we decided to set up camp a few miles away as it was getting late. As we were about to eat dinner the knight ambushed us pointing their swords at my father.

“Step away from the woman and child, and you won’t get hurt.” yelled one knights as he moved closer to our small family.

Frightened by the sudden yelling and pointed weapons, I hid behind my mother trying to get as far from the swords as possible. “ Please, you don't understand, I’ve done nothing wrong. This is my family.” I heard my father say as he tried to explain the situation, hoping they would let us go.

The next things I heard were the sound of a bow being fired, something hitting the ground and my mother’s scream of agony. It took me a moment to understand that the knights took my fathers protest as an act of disobedience and one of them shot him. My mother’s scream was one of horror and of pain as she felt her bond with her soulmate snap as my father died.

“You’re safe now, we will get back to town safely.” I heard one of the knights say as he started to pull my mother off the ground, as she had fallen to her knees from the pain in her chest. Apparently my mother was not willing to leave her soulmate's body as she fought with knights to get back to my fathers corpse. I had completely spaced out at this point, having just heard my father be killed and hearing my mother’s cries for her lost love. I didn’t even hear my mother shout at the knights for killing him, or the sound of the knights telling her he was better off dead, and lastly I didn’t register the sound of the same knight who shot my father taking another shot. All I know is that one second my mother was cursing at these nights and the next I was an orphan being carried away by a group of knights who had just killed my only family.

At age of five I had lost both of my parents in the span of a couple minutes all because of an ancient feud between humans and elves that I didn’t and still don’t understand. At the age of five I had to hide my true self from everyone because if anyone found out I would be killed as well. Being a half-elf orphan in a human kingdom was hard. No one even looked my way not because of what I am but because after that night I stopped smiling. No one wanted a kid who didn’t show joy or happiness. That is until Shortly after I turned eight.

At the age of eight I was greeted with something that would shock any kid. The royal family was traveling around Katolis to meet their subjects and see the status of their kingdom. Now you may be asking what that has to do with me. Well, the answer is simple, Queen Sarai saw me sitting alone and weak in the street and couldn’t bear watching a young child not much older than her first born son suffer in such a way. She decided then and there I would be brought back to the castle with her family. King Harrow tried to protest, commenting on how they already had two children and it didn’t make much sense to pick up a random kid from the street, but being the kind yet headstrong woman she was, Harrow had no choice but to agree. And just like that I was adopted into the royal family.

It was weird having a family again, Sarai treated me like her own child and tried her best to get me to open up. It was still hard for me to smile, after a week of being in the castle I had quietly told Sarai about what happened to my parents and accidentally let it slip that I was half elf. She was such a kind woman but I thought she would have me killed for it but she assured me that no one would find out about it unless I wanted them too, even going as far as hiding it from King Harrow. Being able to share that part of me again brought me joy but it was short lived.

Not long after I had joined the royal family, I lost another person who was very important to me. While on a trip into Xadia, to find a magical item to save two kingdoms, my adoptive mother gave her life to save the life of The high mage of Katolis. While I may have only known her for a few months, it felt horrible losing another mother figure and the only person I could be my real self around. To top everything off not only did I lose my adoptive mother but after years of hoping my soulmate bond would never manifest it happened, an hour after I was told of Saria’s passing.

I had been sitting alone in my room crying to myself about life being extremely unfair. I heard a small voice in the back of my head, but it wasn’t mine. Hey, who’s crying? I heard the voice of a young boy ask, but it seemed like he didn’t understand what was going on. I realized almost immediately.

Of all the times for my soulmate bond to appear it had to be now. I thought to myself not knowing if he could hear me, but my suspicion was confirmed when I heard his reply.

What do you mean soulmate? Wait, don't answer that I think I heard my dad say something about it. So you’re my soulmate, does this mean we are going to be best friends? Anyway, why were you crying? Is everything okay? I heard the boy ask. I had to admit it was nice knowing that there was someone I could talk to right now, who hopefully wouldn’t judge me.

Nothings okay. My adoptive mom just died. I just got her and she was taken from me just like my first mom and dad. I don’t know why this keeps happening to me. I responded to him letting my feelings out that I hadn't voiced since King Harrow told me and Callum that our mom was gone. But I guess if you’re okay with hearing about my problems we can be friends. I followed up trying to make it so my first conversation wasn’t all bad even if I still was sure I wanted a soulmate after what happened with my parents and now seeing King Harrows face after telling his two adopted kids that his own soulmate was gone.

I’m sorry, you lost your mom, moms? I’m not sure which is right but I don’t mind hearing your problems, that's what friends are for. If you don’t mind me asking what happened to your first parents? Also I’m _____ what’s your name? The boy on the other side of my bond said, I was confused by the pause in his last question, but figured it was probably an aspect of our bond.

I don’t think we can share our names through the bond. It’s probably to stop us from finding each other before we are supposed to. And I don't mind you asking about my parents, they were killed in front of me a few years ago. I don’t want to go into detail but after that I spent three years living in the streets before I was taken in by a lovely couple. I left out the fact that it was the king and queen because I didn’t want my soulmate to feel different because I was now royalty by association.

It’s nice to know someone took you in, I don't know what I would have done if my soulmate was left to take care of themself in the streets. Can we share where we are from with our bond or do you think it will also get blocked? My soulmate responded accepting my answers and questioning if we could at least know where we both are in the world.

I don’t think so, if it’s trying to keep us from meeting until we are ready it probably won’t let us say places. I responded, it was kind of frustrating that i can’t even know if my soulmate is in the same kingdom as me or if they’re an elf or human. But that’s just how some bonds are, some give you all the information you need to find them, while others make it impossible to meet before a set time and place. Hell, even with the ability to hear each other’s thoughts we could be looking right at each other and not know until the universe was ready for us to know. Anyway it’s getting late it was nice of you to talk to me, I guess I’ll think to you tomorrow. I said getting ready for a restless night.

The last thing I heard before falling asleep was a gentle goodnight soulmate. It brought me a small sense of happiness knowing that even though I begged the universe to skip me and not make me have to be bonded with another, it didn’t listen and gave me a connection when I needed it the most.

That was ten years ago, I still talk to my soulmate every day. I’ve gotten closer with my adoptive brothers but I still haven’t told them or Harrow about me being half elf, I just don’t know how they would respond. I did however accidentally tell my soulmate about my heritage. It was a couple years after our bond formed, and I was outside playing with my younger brother Ezran when I had tripped and cut open my knee. I had momentarily forgotten about the person on the other side of my mind, and had silently wished I could just heal myself. What i wasn’t expecting was to be integrated by my soulmate about the comment.

What do you mean heal yourself? Wait, can you do dark magic? My dad and little sister practice dark magic, I’m not a fan of it, it’s kinda sad. I was startled at first but hearing that his family practiced dark magic confirmed my belief that my soulmate was at least human. It was also nice to hear that he didn’t fully agree with their practices.

I don’t use dark magic, it’s horrible and cruel. I responded, how could I ever think of hurting innocent creatures for my own gain.

Ok, but how could you heal yourself, oh my god are you an elf? Hearing his question I froze for a moment. Do I tell him the truth or do I try and say it was just a joke, but then i realized he would find the truth anyways so might as well just tell him.

I’m Half elf, please don’t tell anyone. I know we don’t know each other, but i can’t risk people finding me, i don’t want to end up like my mom and dad. I begged him not to tell anyone. He may not know my face or name but if he shared that his soulmate is half elf, he may be pushed to find me so they can get rid of me. Especially your father, if he really does practice dark magic he might try to find away to get to me. Just please I like my life as crazy as it has been.

I don’t think my father would do that, but if it concerns you that much I guess I can keep it a secret. If you are so worried about people finding out does that mean you live in a human kingdom, I know you can’t say which one but, it’s nice to know we are at least on the same side of the border between the human kingdoms and Xadia. He responded, it was nice that he was willing to keep it a secret even if he didn’t believe people would try to use him to find me. If you don’t mind, how do you hide that you’re part elf, I would think you have distinct features that would give it away.

Yeah I live in the human Kingdoms, and I wear a special necklace that’s enchanted with moon magic to create an illusion. It hides my pointed ears and Horns, but those are the only things that make me look like an elf. I appreciate you keeping it a secret. After that I closed our connection for a bit to have time to myself. We both have the power to open and close the transmission of our thoughts but can sometimes just slip, which is how that conversation started.

Back to right now, where I am sitting watching my younger brother Callum be taught the art of Sword fighting by one of the crownguard. It was honestly amusing to watch, Callum sucks at anything that requires physical aptitude, so instead of training it was more Soren smacking Callum repeatedly with a wooden sword.

“Parry, Parry, You’re dead.” Soren said, hitting Callum in the forehead with the hilt of the wooden sword.

“You know Callum if you actually listened to Soren you might learn how to fight.” I shouted from my spot on the bench. The only response I got was an eye roll before he was once again smacked with the wooden sword being knocked to the ground, followed by a “you’re dead” from the knight enjoying beating up the young prince.

“Really? Are you sure? Even if I was wearing armor?” Callum asked from his place on the ground.

“Even if you were wearing the rarest legendary armor forged by Sunfire Elves… Super dead.” Soren chuckles leaning into the boy's face.

Callum scoffed “I’m terrible at this!”

Soren just responded with a yep and helped Callum to his feat. As much as I wanted to stay and watch Callum get his ass beat by Soren repeatedly I decided it was time to go somewhere else to relax. It totally had nothing to do with the fact that I noticed Claudia approaching, that girl just gives me the creeps. Don’t get me wrong she’s always been kind to me but knowing what she would do if she found out what I am, has put me on edge around her.

“Well I'm gonna go find Ez, see if he wants to go steal some jelly tarts with me. See you jerks later.” I said getting up and leaving.

After a few hours I was just sitting with Ezran and Callum eating jelly tarts, when a guard knocked on the door and informed us that King Harrow wanted to speak with us. We all just shrugged and left towards the Throne room. Now I have a slight idea what was going on, there had been murmurs all day about something happening tonight and I had a feeling it wasn’t good.

When we entered the throne room we were greeted by the High Council gathered around the war table off to the side of the room. Seeing this I knew exactly what was happening. I didn’t say anything because I know whatever we are going to be told will be a lie to try and protect my brothers from the truth.

“Kids! You’re going on a trip. To the Banther Lodge!” Harrow said with what seemed to be excitement, but I could tell he was hiding something. Callum and Ezran shared a look of confusion before Callum spoke up.

“But… It’s spring. That’s the winter lodge.” Callum said, perplexed as to why we were being sent to the Banther Lodge all of a sudden.

“Eh. Winter is coming eventually.” The King responded thinking for a moment.

Ezran looked more confused by what we were going to do there. “What will we do? Everything fun there has to do with snow or ice.”

“Maybe you can invent new versions using dirt and rocks. You could build a dirtman! Or what about mud-sledding? That could be a thing!” Harrow said, trying to cheer up the youngest of his children.

I just rolled my eyes at this. “It’ll be fine Ez, we can find something to do while we are there.” I said ruffling his hair, trying to cheer him up. God why do adults lie to kids, like they aren’t protecting them just prolonging the inevitable. I thought to my soulmate, maybe he would agree with me.

I’m not sure, maybe they just want to keep kids innocent for as long as possible. The world can be a really messed up place. I smiled at his response, he’s right I should try to keep it so Ezran and Callum can be happy kids without having to face the dark truths of our world. What brings this up though, is everything ok?

I’m not sure, my adoptive father is sending me and my brothers away for a last minute vacation and it’s obvious he’s hiding something. I responded to him before realizing we were being ushered out of the room, and being told to go pack. As I walked out of the door King Harrow tapped my shoulder signaling me to stay back for a moment.

I complied, understanding he wanted to say something to me without the boys hearing it. “Is there something else you need me to do, your highness?” I asked, still not willing to call him dad even after ten years of him treating me as his own.

“You know you don’t have to call me that,Y/n. But anyway I know you figured it out, you have always been very observant. I just ask that you don’t tell them until after everything happens, please try to protect them from the harsh truths that await them. Please help Ezran because he is so young and will have to deal with so much, please just help him.” King Harrow asked, he knew i wouldn’t say no, he knew I loved Ezran and Callum, so much to the point I would do anything for them.

I looked him in the eyes so he knew I was being honest. “I promise I will do everything in my power to help both of them. All I ask in return is please tell me what is happening? I understand it is something big and probably not going to end well but I need the details, so I can explain it to them when the time is right.”

“You do not need to concern yourself with the details. If everything goes as we plan, everything will be fine.” Viren said, making his way around the War table. I completely forgot that pompous ass was here. “Don’t worry your pretty little head princess. Now go be good and leave the safety of the King to the adults.” I sneered at the dark mage. He knew that I resented that title. It never felt right not only was I not royalty by blood, but I did not identify as a woman. Everyone in the castle respected that and just called me by my name, except Viren, it’s like he has a personal vendetta against me.

As I was about to snap at Viren for his comments, I was interrupted by King Harrow. “Everyone but Y/n out, I would talk to them privately.” With that the High Council left to give us the room. Once the room was empty and enough time had passed for there to be no one lingering by the door, he turned back to me. “I wanted to talk to you about this privately because I know you have your reasons for hiding it and I know you trusted Sarai, but shortly before our trip to Xadia she told me about you. I know you are part elf and you wear that necklace to hide it. I’m not mad, you have been a great older sibling to my sons, and are a very important member of the family.”

I was shocked, he’s known for ten years that he was raising a half elf and said nothing. He trusted Sarai’s word that I wasn’t a threat and let me live here like a normal human for a decade. Before I could thank him for his kindness he continued. “I believe that with your guidance and support Ezran can change the way things are. Please make sure he doesn't hate elves after tonight, tell him and Callum the truth when you get to the Banther lodge please. Help him forgive them and create a bond between our worlds. As for what is happening tonight, there are reports of Moonshadow assassins gathered in the woods, preparing to kill me tonight under the full moon. Viren is trying to find them or find a way to stop it, but we both know Moonshadow elves aren’t easy foes to best. I ask you to keep your brothers safe and help them forgive even after this. I did horrible things to the people of Xadia and those actions can only be repaid in blood.”

I couldn’t find any words. The man who took me in as a child and raised me like his own wants me to help his sons forgive a group of assassins, and work to bring peace between the human kingdoms and Xadia. It was mind blowing. “You have my word, I will do everything I can. And thank you for accepting me for who I am even if I wasn't the one to tell you.” With that being said King Harrow gave me a gentle hug before walking me out of the throne room.

I slowly made my way back to my room in the castle to pack my bag for the trip tonight completely lost in thought. I didn’t know how I was going to get my brothers to forgive a group of assassins for killing their father, after all I still haven’t forgiven the knights who killed my birth parents. I also had no clue how they would react to me being part elf, they have spent their whole lives being told elves were evil and now I'm supposed to tell them and an entire kingdom of elf hating humans that the king’s adopted child is one of them.

Hey soulmate, are you free to chat? I asked hoping my other half would be able to help me through my thoughts. Even though he tended to be a dork, when it came to serious conversations he was rather helpful with figuring things out.

I’m a little busy at the moment, there is a group of assassins after the King I work for, and I’m currently looking for them, but what’s up? I was completely shocked, what were the chances of two kingdoms facing an assassination attempt at the same time. I started to piece everything together, my soulmate was a member of the Crowngaurd, a group directly in charge of protecting the King, and he was currently out looking for a group of assassins. My adoptive father is a King currently writing out his last goodbyes to his kids because a group of assassins are planning to end his life tonight. Hey soulmate you still there, what’s going on why’d you get all quiet.

Are the assassins Moonshadow elves? I asked knowing that if the answer is yes, I know who my soulmate is.

Uh yeah, how’d you know?

I took a deep breath before responding. I know because they are coming for my adoptive father, The King Of Katolis, which means we have already met on multiple occasions. I wasn’t sure if he would hear the part about Katolis because if the universe isn’t ready for us to figure it out yet, it won’t let us say places, but there are too many coincidences for it to not be time to figure it all out.

Wait you’re saying you’re Y/n, King Harrow’s oldest kid, but you’re part elf, what, i’m confused. I could hear the perplexion in his voice as he also connected dots but was confused as to why the King of Katolis would adopt a half elf. I laughed to myself as I placed my belongings in a bag knowing I would be leaving my home shortly, but hoping my soulmate would be back at the castle soon so I could look him in the eyes knowing who he really was to me.

Just get back to castle before me and my brothers are forced to leave for the Banther lodge. I want to wish my soulmate luck to his face before he fights a group highly trained assassins. Met me at my room when you get to the castle.

Wait I know who you are but how do you know who I am, I haven’t said my name. I chuckled to myself again.

It’s not hard to figure out that the great crownguard Soren is on the end of my mind, after all how many crownguards have a father and sister who practice dark magic. I laughed as I could hear him chuckle at my comment.

It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of armor making its way to my door followed by a rather loud knock. I swung the door open to immediately be wrapped in a huge by the tall blonde. “I’m so glad I found you.”Soren said with his head buried in my shoulder.

I hugged him back, pulling him into my room. “ I feel the same, now I need you to promise to stay safe tonight, I know it’s your job to protect the king but I need you to make it out alive. I can’t lose you after I just found you.” I said looking into his eyes.

He was about to respond when there was another knock at my door, when I asked who it was, it was another guard coming to inform me that I needed to find my brothers and get ready to leave. “Hey I’ll be fine, and I’ll do everything I can to keep your dad safe. And don’t say he isn’t your dad, because he is, he’s been there for you for ten years. Now you promise that when you get back, I get to see beyond the illusion you wear. I want to see the real you.” Soren said after the guard had left my door.

I nodded in agreement before leaving the room to look for my brothers, the guard wouldn’t have told me to find them if they were where they were supposed to be. As I walked the halls I ran into Callum, who looked like he was also looking for Ezran, so we started looking together.

As we walked in silence only calling out occasionally for Ezran, Callum stopped suddenly. “Ez, is that you?” He paused to look around, while I looked at him confused. “Hello?” When there was no response we continued on down the hall looking for the boy and his glow toad.

After a few feet we both stopped feeling a presence behind us, Callum started smiling thinking it was Ezran, “You know you can’t sneak up on me.” he stated as we turned around only to be greeted by a Moonshadow elf with her blades pointed directly at us. “Uh, Uh, you’re not who I thought you… You’re one of those with the pointy…”

“Oh, you don’t like my ears?” the elf responded, unamused by the boy’s rambling.

“No. I mean, yeah. Yes, I do, I guess.” Callum said, fumbling over his words. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

“He meant the pointy swords.” I responded, for him before he kept putting his foot in his mouth. We both tried to step back from the blades.

“That’s far enough. I’m looking for someone.” The elf said.

Before she could continue her statement and ask questions Callum opened his mouth again. “oh , uh, did you check back there?” He pointed at a curtain, once the elf had turned away, he grabbed my hand and started running down the hall.

When the elf had realized she had been tricked, she started to chase after us. We made our way outside with Callum trying to block the elf’s path with armor stands he knocked over in the hallway. We saw a couple guards and shouted at them that we were being followed. I managed to watch as the elf jumped past the guards and swept their legs out from under them using her blades.

“Hey you swept the leg!” Callum exclaimed leaving both me and the assassin confused by his outburst.

“What?” she asked before stepping closer to us.

“Uh, uh, nothing” Callum said before grabbing my hand again and started running up one of the many towers in the castle coming to the doors of the High mages office. “Lord Viren! Claudia! Anyone!” He shouted as we pushed into the room.

All of sudden we were knocked over by the elf once again pointing her blades at us, now we were cornered. “Neither of you have to die.” She said, stepping closer to us.”There are only two targets tonight.”

I looked at Callum confused, “Wait, two? What do you mean?” I asked the elf, only thinking they were after King Harrow.

“I’m here for the King. And I’m also here for his son, Prince Ezran.” She said moving her blades closer to both of our throats.

We both looked up in shock. “ You can’t. That’s not fair. Why would you hurt someone who’s done nothing wrong?” Callum asked, voicing our shared question.

She pushed her blades closer to our throats, the tips now making contact with skin. “ Humans cut down the King of the Dragons, and destroyed his only egg, the Dragon Prince. Justice will not be denied.” She said matter-of-factly.

I watched as Callum thought of what to say next, when he spoke I definitely was not expecting the words he said next. “I see. Well, then, you’ve found me, I’m Prince Ezran.” I looked at him like he was crazy as the elf processed his words.

I was about to protest when we heard a small voice coming from a large painting, “Callum, Y/n” We all looked towards it slightly confused before I registered who was on the other side.

“Psst Callum, Y/n” ezran called again.

“Shh, go away.” I whispered back as I was closest to the painting.

“But Y/n, I found something.”

The elf stepped closer to me and the painting. “Are you talking to that painting?” she asked, confused by what she was witnessing.

Callum chimed in. “Uh, why would they do that? ‘Cause it’s not a good time.” He said getting a little louder towards the end.

Before either of us could stop her the elf reached over and swung the painting forward, revealing Ezran holding Bait and a jelly tart. “Uh… Jelly tart?” he asked, holding it up to the elf.

“Kid, get out of here.” Calum Said pretending he didn’t know his own little brother.

Ezran looked at me confused and concerned, before addressing our brother. “Callum, What’s going on?” I could hear the concern in his voice not understanding why his siblings were in the high mage’s office with an elf who was currently pointing blades at them.

“Callum? I thought you were Prince Ezran. You lied to me.” The assassin said, realizing she had been tricked.

I started to move into the passage with Ezran as I looked at the elf bewildered “How is he lying worse than you trying to kill someone?” I was amazed she felt offended by a lie when she was here to kill my brother and his dad.

After Callum had moved closer to us, Ez held up Bait for the elf to see him clearly, and asked “Have you met Bait? Say hello to my little friend.” And on queue the glow toad started to glow extremely bright blinding the elf. Taking this as a chance to escape we all moved down the passageway before closing the painting again and running as fast as we could. “Guys, follow me. I have to show you something.” Ezran said as we made our way through the tunnel.

After running for a little while, we could hear our new elf ‘friend’ chasing after us. “You’re only making this worse.” We heard her call out.

“Worse how?” Callum said, antagonizing our hunter.

“Hey Callum, here's a great idea, don’t antagonize the elf assassin who is chasing us with the intent to kill.” I said, trying to keep up with Ezran as he turned down another path.

“This way” He yelled as we rounded another corner, only to be met with a dead end.

Callum was not impressed with our brother leading us to a dead end and popped off with “We’re trapped. What do we do now?”

Ezran approached the wall and handed Bait over to me so his hands were free before saying. “Time for a puzzle.” He then started to push the different rocks in the wall while saying “Rock, rock, stone, rock, stone, stone. Rock, stone, rock, stone, stone…”

“Wait, what's the difference between the rocks and the stones?” Callum asked, interrupting Ezran’s concentration.

The smaller boy let out a goan before saying “Ugh! You made me do stone instead of rock.” and then he returned to pressing the pattern into the wall. “Rock, rock, stone, rock, stone, stone, rock, stone, rock.” I just looked at the boy confused, but figured he probably knew what he was doing.

After a moment Ez turned to us and grind as the floor behind us opened to reveal a spiral staircase into a hidden room below. “Wow” was all that came out of Callums mouth before we all made our way down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, we were greeted by what looked like a dark mages supply cupboard. There were jars of animal parts and random books all around the room. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The first thought in my head was to ask Soren if he knew about this place as it obviously belonged to his father, but I decided against it as I know he was getting ready to try and protect the king's life. I figured I would let him reach out to me the next time he needs to speak with me just to not interrupt him and his job.

I failed to notice that Ezran had closed the staircase but I did hear the conversation that followed.

“You’re sure she won’t be able to follow us?” Callum asked.

“No way. It took me over a month to figure out that combination.” Ezran said feeling proud of himself, before the sound of the passage opening again revealing the Moonshadow elf. “But how did you…” Ezran started confused as to how she figured it out so quickly.

She just smirked at him before responding with “ I just pressed the stones with the jelly handprints.” Ezran groaned facepalming leaving a handprint of jelly on his face.

I watched as she inspected the shelves lined with jars, and stepped back lifting her blades and pointed them at the three of us. “What is this place? Runaan was right. There’s nothing in humans worth sparing.” She stepped closer to us.” Times up. Humans destroyed the egg of the Dragon Prince. There must be justice.”

I pushed Callum and Ezran behind me remembering my promise to protect them, making eye contact with the young elf, “You’ll have to get through me.” I watched as she looked me up and down her eyes catching on the moon opal hanging around my neck before stepping closer placing the tip of on of the blades against my neck.

“Realy?” she asked, ready to take out whoever she has to inorder to complete her mission.

“Wait!” Ezran exclaimed. Stepping out from behind me looking towards a corner. “You need to see something.”

She rolled her eyes at this, “I’m not falling for that flashing frog trick again.” She said pointing the blade at Ezran.

The glow toad in question flashed red before Ezran responded to the statement. “He’s a glow toad. But there’s no trick this time. Please, look.” He pointed at an object covered in a cloth.

The elf hesitated, but eventually agreed. “Fine. You uncover it. Slowly.” She stepped back still pointing on blade at Ezran with the other pressed to my neck still.

Ezran walks over to it “I can hear something inside, something alive.” he said as he pulled the cloth of the mystery object. We were all stunned as it revealed a large glowing egg.

Slowly approaching the egg, the elf gasped. “It… it can’t be.”

Me and Callum both watched stunned as Ezran and the elf turned to face us. Callum then voiced what we were all thinking. “ The egg… It wasn’t destroyed.”

#x reader #tdp soren x reader #soren x reader #tdp x reader #the dragon prince #tdp soulmates #soulmate au #fluff #part 1??

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Off The Clock (Part 2)

Requests Open! Warnings: Suggestive content (No smut.... yet) Fic Type: Multi-Part Fic (This chapter is 2k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: BakuDeku Authors note: My first multi-part fic! I wrote the MAJORITY of this fic while being bored at work or on break but i'm loving how its turning out. Synopsis: Izuku has been roped into being Mina's designated driver while she spends her birthday at a host club. But what is Izuku to do when one of the hot hosts sets their sights on him?

Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.

There are many ways Izuku could have responded to that question, many ways that would have been perhaps a more responsible choice. He could have explained that he had classes in the morning, or maybe that he should hang around to keep an eye on Mina. But he didn’t.

“Yes please” Izuku said breathlessly, shocking himself with his response.

“Yea? Oh I was hoping you'd say that” Katsuki grinned as he helped Izuku off his lap and grabbed his things off the table.

“I gotta go settle the tab with Sero, did you wanna say bye to your friend?”

God no, how am I going to explain this?

“Probably should” Smiled Izuku as he slid out of the booth behind Bakugo, gathering his things as well. Bakugo strolled off towards the bar so Izuku took that as his cue to wander over to Mina and Kirishima.

“Oh hey ‘Zuku!” Beamed Mina, her legs over Kirishimas lap as she lounged in the booth.

“Hey Mina, having fun?” Izuku laughed, nodding politely at Kirishima in acknowledgement.

“So much fun! But I'm surprised your still here, I would have assumed you would have headed home. Bakugo did tell you Kiri's driving me home right?” Mina asked.

“Uh yea, I've just been having a few drinks…” Izuku shrugged, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh? OH” Mina's eyes shot open.

“Izuku getting drunk in a host club with hosts? Have I had too much to drink or did pigs just start flying?”

“No Mina it's not like that it wasn't with a host … Okay well it was but not like that!” Izuku waved his arms in denial as Kirishima began to laugh. “He wasn’t, well he isn’t working right now… we were just hanging out and having a drink is all! I just came to tell you I’m heading home!” Izuku babbled again, his face burning as his friend smirked at him with a knowing glare.

“Your just heading home?” Kirishima asked teasingly, causing Mina to smack his leg playfully.

“Leave Izuku alone! I’m sure he’s just going home to rest!” Mina defended her friend.

Izuku sighed, nodding in agreement. ‘Maybe if he walked over to the bar Mina would be to focused on Kirishima to notice him leaving with someone’ Izuku thought to himself ‘Otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it’. That plan quickly flew out the window as he felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind. Izuku saw Mina’s eyes widen in shocked glee as he immediately knew who it was.

“You done saying goodbye nerd?” Bakugo asked, resting his chin on the top of Izuku’s green curls. Izuku felt his entire neck and face turn red as he looked at his pink friend, silently pleading with her not to make a scene. Mina smiled knowingly as she shot Izuku a wink.

“He was just leaving” Mina waved her hand casually, gesturing Izuku to leave.

“Perfect” Smiled Katsuki. “See you later Red” The blond waved to his friend, who waved in response. Izuku quickly found himself being shuffled towards the door of the club, Katsukis hand on the small of his back. Izuku hadn't noticed it before but Kacchans hands were really big, his palm and fingers almost covering his entire lower back.

The two walked out into the cold evening, winter looming over the ending spring.

“Want to just take my car? It's in the car park” Izuku offered.

“We may not have drank much, but my apartments only a short walk, i’d rather not risk it” Bakugo replied

“Oh… good point” Izuku responded, having completely forgotten about the drinks consumed earlier.

Izuku felt a chill run over his body, it had been warmer earlier in the day and he hadn't exactly planned for the chilly evening. As a result, his vintage All-Might T-shirt was doing very little to stave off the evening chill.

He heard Bakugo let out an exasperated ‘tsk’ before his shoulders were covered with the blonds jacket. Katsuki’s strong arm slung softly across Izuku's shoulders as they walked.

“My apartment’s a few minutes walk, wouldn't exactly be very good of me to let you get a cold or whatever” Katsuki shrugged.

“But what about you?” Izuku protested. Katsuki let out a curt laugh.

“Unlike you nerd, I dressed for the weather. I'll be fine”

He was right, unlike Izuku's thin T-shirt, Bakugos long-sleeved shirt was much better suited for the weather. The green haired boy relented, squeezing himself slightly closer to Bakugos side. ‘Should help keep him warm’ He rationalized to himself.

Bakugo let out a relaxed hum as he held the other boy tighter, the chill of the evening completely forgotten.

“So” Katsuki broke the silence once again “I gotta ask, are you actually an All Might fan or did you just find that shirt at a store. Both are fine or whatever… I'm just curious”

“Oh my shirt? No, I love All Might! I got every single design that came out with this shirt's release. It was the limited edition drop they did for the recent movie. It was almost impossible to get!” Izuku lit up as he spoke, gesturing excitedly as he explained his love for the hero. Katsuki felt a smile spread across his face as he watched the freckled boy explain the intricacies of getting that limited edition shirt. His excitement was pure sunshine to Katsuki, and he gladly basked in its warmth.

“You're cute when you get excited,” Katsuki chuckled, brushing a stray strand of green hair from the boy's eyes.

“I- thanks” Izuku blushed, avoiding the taller man’s gaze. “Sorry I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent”

“Hey I just said it was cute didn’t I? Besides, I like All Might too.”

“Really?” Izuku exclaimed excitedly.

“Yea nerd, I’m honestly surprised you didn't notice with my bag.” Katsuki smirked, holding up his leather messenger bag.

Izuku looked at it closely, or as closely as he could as they walked. It just seemed like a regular black leather messenger bag… until he saw it. A small golden embossed All Might logo. Izuku knew what this bag was.

“No way, thats not…. Is it? Is that the bag they got on the set of the last movie? I thought only cast and crew were given that!? All Might uses his some times, i've seen it on interviews!” Izuku babbled excitedly, quickly scooping up the messenger bag into his arms when Katsuki offered it to him.

“The very one” Bakugo smiled proudly, adoring the way the nerd vibrated with excitement.

“How?!”

“One of my clients, she worked on the film but wasn't actually that big of an All Might fan herself, so she gave it to me. I tried to tell her no, I don't exactly like taking extravagant gifts from clients… but honestly how could I say no. I own the exact same model bag that All Might owns, couldn’t turn that opportunity down”. Katsuki grabbed the bag back from Izuku's outstretched hand, before quickly swinging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing Izuku's hand with his own.

They walked in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes, Katsukis hand keeping Izukus warm as they made there way through the quiet dusky streets. Bakugo stopped the two of the outside a higher-end apartment complex. One of those modern ones you see on a beach front, except this one was tucked amongst other older buildings, standing out slightly on the landscape.

“This is it” Katsuki said as he scanned a card on a reader next to the large front door, the door clicking open. They strolled through a bright modern reception area before stepping into a equally up-class elevator.

Izuku wasn't poor per say, but he was a university student working part time at a local cafe, he lived with 3 roommates (one of whom being Mina) in a small student house. This level of luxury wasn't exactly what he was used to.

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, whose eyes were already on him, he opened his mouth to compliment Katsukis apartment building but froze when Katsukis hand softly cupped his cheek.

“Sorry Deku… I just.” Katsuki paused, his cheeks going a deep red for the first time in the evening. For the first time Katsuki looked like the nervous one, his free hand fiddled mindlessly with the hem of his shirt.

“Been waiting until I got you alone but…can I kiss you?”

Izuku felt his breath catch in his throat and not trusting his voice, he just nodded.

Katsuki smiled, before leaning in and kissing the green haired boy softly, one hand gingerly holding his face, and the other gliding up to rest against his lower back. He tugged the smaller boy flush against his chest as he kept kissing him, Izuku's arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He clung to the blond as he felt himself be lead backwards out of the elevator, lips never leaving each other's as they stumbled out into the hallway.

A slow growl rumbled in the back of Katsukis throat as his hand slipped lower, grabbing a handful of Izuku's ass and squeezing it possessively, earning him a whiny moan against his lips. His tongue danced across Izukus bottom lip as he attempted to deepen the kiss; but to his immense displeasure, Izuku pulled back.

Katsuki cocked his eyebrow, silently asking if he'd maybe gone to far to fast. Izuku looked wrecked, his entire face and neck was red and he panted softly, his lips wet with spit.

“Sorry was that too mu-”

“Kacchan, you can do whatever you want to me, as soon as we're out of the hallway.”

Katsuki let out a low chuckle as he grabbed Izuku's hand and dragged him towards the door at the left of the hallway, quickly scanning his key card with his free hand and throwing the two of them through the threshold, slamming the door behind him. Izuku took the opportunity to look around the apartment. It was big, sweeping floor to ceiling windows covered one side of the open modern living room; stairs jutting out of the white walls lead up to the second story.

“Wow…” Izuku mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

“Nerd, I'll give you a full tour whenever you want but if I don't get my hands on you. I'm going to explode.” Katsuki said from behind him, his muscular arms once again wrapping around his torso.

“Promise?”

“Promise”

Izuku smiled, turning around in the taller boy's arms and kissing him quickly again. Katsuki let out a moan of satisfaction as he quickly slipped his tongue between Izukus lips. The green haired boy tilted his head, allowing Bakugos tongue to swipe deeper against his own. His head was swimming, this was uncharted territory.

Izuku was no blushing virgin, he's kissed and slept with guys before but nothing like this. Every brush of Katsukis hand against his body sent his brain spinning, he wanted the taller man to devour him. Thankfully, Katsuki seemed to want the exact same thing.

He let out a noise of surprise as Katsukis hands gripped his thighs and lifted him up, Izuku quickly wrapping his legs around Bakugos waist, so as to not fall.

“Kacchan!”

“Hold on tight ‘zuku” Murmured Katsuki as he started towards a room further into the apartment. Izuku settled his head against the crook of Katsuki's neck, kissing gently against his neck, earning him some appreciative hums from the man carrying him. Katsuki pushed the door at the end of the apartment open with his hip and carried the boy in.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #NinesWritings #bakudeku #bakugo x midoriya #bakudeku fluff #bakudeku smut #bakugo #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #mha fanfiction

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sailor-aviator · 5 months

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I don't know how to formulate this question without make it seem like a critic or attack, it isn't and I'll still come as an asshole,but all these stories (or most of them) are gonna be on hiatus in the next months, right? Like, you said you are gonna be busy and won't have time to write, it's more than understandable cause you have a life and a job and writing is a hobby, no question, but you keep starting all these stories that it's starting to be confusing.

Valid question.

I’m not planning on anything really being in hiatus (I need to go and change my masterlist to reflect that, I just keep forgetting). Yeah, I’m gonna be a tad busier than I am now with my job and stuff, but I’m kind of trying to find a system that works for me which is probably why things are so confusing 😅

Basically, as things stand right now, I’m taking everything off hiatus and I’m gonna update whatever story strikes me at the moment. Yeah, I have a lot of WIPs at the moment but if I’m not updating something, then I have another thing to go to. That way nothing end up feeling like a chore to update and the updates are good instead of forced and lackluster. Does that mean some fics may go a couple of weeks without getting updated while I work on some other stuff? Yeah, but they’re going to get an update.

(This next bit is in now way directed at you, it’s just a thought I’ve discussed with others)

I think we as fic readers tend to forget sometimes that daily/weekly updates are not necessarily the norm. I know authors who update every 2-3 months with ten different WIPs active and that used to be the normal. I’m talking, you don’t know what they’re going to update and you’re lucky if they update every 2-3 months on multi-chapter fics.

I am absolutely not someone who can ignore an idea. A lot of the time, if I start a WIP, it’s because it’s been on my mind for a WHILE. Like The Horrors in the Wild has been a brain child for five years and I decided to work it as a fic to see how it does in that context. It will more than likely be placed on the back burner for a little while just based off of initial engagement. That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna write it later, but I also like to see what you guys want to read.

Anyway, my prime focuses at the moment are probably HBAM, SLM, and MMATS. MMATS is actually almost finished, and I’ve been trying to flesh out some of the plot points for SLM, but I wanted to get something out for y’all, hence the “early” release of HBAM. Once I finish MMATS, I’ll probably shift focus back to TTSCA so I’m working on a fic for each guy.

I know I rambled near the end there, but does that make sense? TLDR; ADHD brain is confusing me too and I’d rather give you guys something than nothing, but can stop if it’s too confusing

Edit to add on: I also do this with other hobbies, this isn’t exclusive to writing lol my brain jumps all over the place and back in vicious cycles

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #Liz rambles #me to me: can you not talk so much oh my god?#sometimes I gotta work through the hyperfixation of a story #which is why sometimes I’ll update a fic four times in one week and then not touch it for two or three

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attackfish · 1 year

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Hi! Do you have any atla fic recs?

Here are the seventeen best fics in the Avatar fandom, and I swear this list is totally not just the favorites of one person whose choices are completely subjective and entirely based on personal preference. Yeah so these are my personal faves, your milage may vary.

"Who by Fire" by Kaberett: [Link]

There was precedent, of course, for succession in the event of the untimely demise of the incumbent ruler. Between political intrigue, ambition and necessity - and these qualities have never been in short supply within the ruling classes of the Fire Nation - history contains no shortage of examples. Deposal in the absence of bloodshed, however, is another matter entirely: and more so when the Heir Apparent is the banished prince, who has, contrary to every expectation, found the Avatar and brought him home.

"Enslaved" by Sharkflip: [Link]

A triumphant war party returns with an exotic slave, a gift for the ruling house. Multi-chapter, Katara/Zuko

"Eight Principles of Yong" by Psocoptera: [Link]

The pen is mightier than the sword, or how Zuko saves the day via the power of good penmanship.

"Five Ways Toph Created Her Own Family (Whether She Liked It or Not)" by Lady Ganesh [Link]

The title is the summary.

"Tea with Destiny" by @awesomeavocadolove [Link]

After the shock of Lu Ten's death, Iroh makes a fateful journey into the Spirit World. The tea there is exquisite, but the company may give Iroh a run for his money.

"Without a Fight" and "Never Give Up" by @suzukiblu [Link] and [Link]

Thirteen years old and alone in the Earth Kingdom, thrown out of his life and family and destiny with the burn on his face still raw and new, Zuko does not want to go on. Song/Zuko

"Gilded Green" by @caelum-blue [Link]

At the end of Iroh's Siege, the Dai Li decide to test their brainwashing abilities on a Fire Nation soldier. They don't know that their guinea pig-rat happens to be a supposedly-dead prince. Multi-chapter and multi-part

"Til Death Do Us Start" by @loopy777 [Link]

Mai's parents arrange a marriage for her. The first problem is that she's been dead for fifteen years, and the second problem is that her husband isn't who anyone is expecting. Mai/Sokka

"The Airbending Master" by @liz-squids [Link]

Teaching airbenders is not the same as restoring the Air Nomads

"In Which Mai and Toph Are Not Remotely Ladylike" by @liz-squids [Link]

Mai and Toph drink too much, talk too much, engage in petty vandalism. Their mothers would be horrified.

"Drink Some Fucking Tea" by @unjapanologist [Link]

A parody of 'Go the Fuck to Sleep'. During season one, Iroh unloads some frustrations about his beloved nephew that he can't very well voice out loud.

"Red is the Color of the End of the World" by @sholiofic [Link]

Post-series, Katara is adjusting to the new shape of the world. They all are.

"Chromatism" by @glamaphonic [Link]

Ty Lee is soiled and unclean and bursting with color.

"Life Began With Waking Up" by @glamaphonic [Link]

It was a simple truth that Mai had never really thought about her children. Mai/Zuko

"His and Her Circumstances" by Lavanya Six: [Link]

AU. Two years ago, it's believed the Fire Lord exiled Prince Zuko to distance himself from responsibility for his son's subsequent assassination. Five months from now, a boy in an iceberg will awaken. Tonight, Mai runs across a masked criminal. Mai/Zuko

"Escapee" by @liz-squids [Link]

So you're a traitor. Now what? AU from "The Boiling Rock" where Mai and Ty Lee escape with the others. Mai/Zuko

Unnamed ficlet #4 by @liz-squids [Link]

The AU where Azula never found out Zuko and Iroh were in Ba Sing Se, and 16 years later, the Fire Nation has won the war, and Mai is the governor of Ba Sing Se, and she and Zuko have an awkward 30-something reunion. Mai/Zuko, past Jin/Zuko.

#posts i created #avatar the last airbender #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question

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random-mailbox · 2 years

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Thank you @beej88 for allowing me to use her absolutely amazing art for this post 😘

Non-Senshi AU is one of my favourite tropes in @floraone 's matrix, HOWEVER, I had to balance adding stories to this post as well as keeping some in my back pocket to be used for the upcoming weeks. So if you are not seeing a story that you absolutely love, do not worry - you will most likely see it somewhere in these series. This theme was chosen by @areptiledysfunction1107.

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Pass the Syrup, Please - @wishwars

Mamoru runs into a grown-up Usagi at the hotel he is staying at while interviewing for a new position. His plan is to try and comeback to Tokyo, having spent many years away due both school and work. This leads to a long weekend-worth of reconnecting with old friends, crossing paths, hurt feelings, and realizations for both.

just an instant gut reaction - Hariboo

A fun Dance themed AU where Mamoru is desperate to find a new partner for his showcase after Ami ends up on crutches. Minako is too busy with her own performance, Rei is a singing major, so who could they be talking about that could help him?

The Heatwave - @reiokiscorner

Usagi has just finished high school and is trying to make the best of her last days of freedom with her best friends before she starts in the photography faculty at the university. Except she is filled with self-doubt, it is crazy hot, and Mamoru is (shockingly) not being very helpful with his snide comments. I really hope that we get that Epilogue someday that @reiokiscorner talked about in her chapter notes. (Side note: this story has actually inspired me to take a photography class with how amazing the technical side of it was written out! I am starting to making progress, right @areptiledysfunction1107?)

Hikari 27 - @uglygreenjacket

Usagi meets a handsome stranger on a train back home after visiting Makoto to help her set up her new bakery in Osaka. Making a snap decision, she decides that she needs to try and see him again and with Ami’s help finds where he is giving his lecture. This kicks off a tale about train stations, brief visits, and miscommunication that may lead to heartbreak unless Mamoru figures out how to open up.

A (Blind) Date with Destiny! - @daikon1

Minako (a friend Usagi met in university) sets her up on a blind date with Mamoru, without realizing that the two knew each other years ago. Both decide that this is the perfect opportunity to try and make new first impressions on the one person they still can't stop thinking about years later, as they proceed to pretend that they do not actually know each other. It is one of my favourite stories to re-read when I need something light-hearted with a happy ending.

took a faithful leap / i carry you in my heart - tosca1390

These stories are parts 1 and 2 of a Political AU with Usagi running for office on an anti-corruption platform and Mamoru meeting her at the hospital he works at with Ami, and getting pulled into her orbit. We get to watch as our favourite duo figures out a precarious balance of being together in spite of their circumstances.

Next week I am going to cover a few of the currently in progress multi-chapters that have been updated in the last 12 months that I keep hoping to see new entries posted up for, which is technically part 2 to my Unfinished Stories post from September.

Sex Positivity

Established Relationships

Groundhog Day

Darker Stories

Potions 🧪

Reveals

👻Halloween🎃

Wrong Perceptions

#sailor moon #rec list #fic rec #usagi x mamoru #non-senshi au

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lemonsrosesandlavender · 1 day

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I want two!! (And surprisingly, not choosing the smuttiest sounding one (even though I want to!!)) but I'd love to hear about - Along the Chionthar - and - Fae Bindings - ❤️

Hahahahah oh BOY, these may not sound smutty but they really fucking are lol. They also neatly pair together because Along the Chionthar sows the seeds for the conversation and themes I’m planning for Fae Bindings!

1. Along the Chionthar is my Rolan x Steel Weave Tav wedding/honeymoon/piss kink fic. Chapter 1 is already up; Chapter 2 is the current work in progress, featuring the actual watersports. It maybe sounds funny to say I wanted to make the golden shower romantic - but I do! And it’s also an excuse to have them return along old paths and talk about the events of Sharp Teeth with a little hindsight. I’ll put an NSFW excerpt below the cut, haha.

2. In C1 of the former, Rolan and Tav briefly talk about wanting to do more kink, and then put the discussion on hold for after their honeymoon. Fae Bindings will hopefully be a multi chapter starting from that conversation, exploring their deepening kink relationship (especially how they’d handle sub and dom drop, inspired by conversations I’ve had with the wonderful @littlemisscactus ) , and interwoven with a Rolan, siblings + Tav story I’ve also planted the seeds for, wherein Cal puts on a cursed ring that binds him to a fae until he’s done a quest for them. I also want to explore his siblings’ reactions and concern about him being more of a kinky little freak than they realised, and how they might be worried that because of his stubborn tendency to stay silent about issues, he’s hiding something from them (which isn’t the case at all this time, not in a bad way anyway - so it causes friction). Basically, I want to write a longer story about kink and love and exploration, and people who love each other trying to understand each other. The usual. Not overly ambitious at all😅 (also it’s going to have a wild tag list of kinks, I hope!)

Aaaaaand here’s the Along the Chionthar excerpt (NSFW!):

His claws rake into your neck.

‘Oh Gods - fuck - ’

It will never stop being satisfying, to utter the barest of teasing words and feel his cock swell for you; to know that with just a few touches more, you can make it a throbbing, leaking mess. Hells, is it tempting to take him apart here, in the bright sunshine, exposed for any passer-by to see. Not that there have been any, yet, but you never know… you probably shouldn’t, but…

With a deep groan, you restrain yourself.

‘Later,’ you murmur, and Rolan hisses. He hisses again as your arms slip from around his waist.

‘Stay here a minute,’ you tell him. ‘I need to piss.’

‘Since when were you so crass?’ he mutters, though there’s a distinct scarlet tone to his cheeks.

‘Jealous?’

‘Of what, a bush?’ he snaps. ‘Yes. Obviously.’

‘You’re going to look so pretty tonight,’ you murmur. A breeze ruffles the locks that have worn loose from their careful twists, kissing his cheekbones and dancing teasingly over his half-covered ears. ‘I can’t wait to see it running down your face.’

#cabbage answers #cabbage writes #along the Chionthar #fae bindings #oh and thank you for the ask Danielle! <3

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piracytheorist · 10 months

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Fanfic writer emoji ask: 🤡 🍦🎯🤗 👀

What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

You know what, I don't actually remember a specific line. I've laughed a lot with my own crack recaps, if that counts XD but I do have an entire short fic I wrote that I was cackling all through writing it, and it's the one about Hope from OUAT growing into a teenager who likes whump. It was written in a bit of spite but I actually poured my own experience into it and I found it so funny! Considering that angst is my main inspiration, I don't get a lot of chances to laugh while writing my things XD

What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

I think the one that has the least amount of angst is that ficlet about Rogers and Tilly (while still cursed) "accidentally" spending Christmas together. I really enjoyed writing that one and getting into the feeling of it :)

Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I only have two multi-chapters where that would be possible, and though it wasn't something too unexpected, (SPOILERS for Macabre Theme and Variations), I was so excited when I saw people comment they wanted to see Twilight and Yor team up at the end to get the guy!! I was so close to commenting back with a "YES! Read on and you'll see!" but I had to hold back to not spoil it for them, lol.

What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

For starters, write. Just write your heart out. It may be cringe, it may look silly, it may be out of character. Write it. It's your only way to get better. Experience is the first thing that makes a writer grow and become better, so write your shit. You'll be better before you know it.

Something that isn't discussed much but helped me actually finish the aforementioned multi-chapter: write as the flow goes, and if you can't remember a word or aren't sure about a fact and can't find it within a few seconds, write a bunch of question marks (or whatever kind of symbol will help you find it later with control + F) and keep writing. You might end up spending too much time googling what you wanted and you'll lose track and flow otherwise.

Take an estimate of how much time you need to find the information you're seeking. For example, it takes a couple seconds to find how much an African elephant weighs in average. But if you want to find out how to properly take care of an elephant, you might need some long minutes of research. Find the weight, then add your symbols for the second information.

For me, that was a saviour for writing MTaV. I don't think I would have finished it if I hadn't implemented it. Treat the first draft as it is; a first draft, that you will edit later, so let it have holes and questions (to a certain degree, of course). When the long process of editing starts, you can take your time spending long hours researching because the scenes and dialogues are already written with the flow.

Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Hm I actually have one for SxF that I should be finishing up. It's short, sad but with a bit of a feelings ending. One hint I can give is that it has a lot to do with Bond :D

Send me an emoji!

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Puzzles - Chapter 12

Completed, multi-chapter fic (12/24)

Pairing: eren jaeger x female reader

Want to start from the beginning? Find Chapter 1 here.

Word count: ~5.9k

Chapter summary: who knew that baking brownies could turn into something more?

Content warnings throughout this fic: explicit sexual content, explicit language, alcohol/drug use. reader discretion advised.

“Hey! Can we make these?”

You could hardly make out what Eren had said. His voice was muffled by a shuffling sound – presumably him rummaging through your cupboards like a raccoon.

It had only been a handful of minutes since he announced he was leaving to look for a snack. By the time you found him in your kitchen, he was surrounded by nearly the entire contents of your cabinets that now littered your counters.

Your eyes scanned over the mess. When you huffed through your nose, Eren peeked over his shoulder. He wore a small smile, his eyes practically sparkling as he waited for your response. He looked absolutely oblivious to the situation around him. He was much more interested in the box of brownie mix in his hand.

Only god knows how long that has been in there.

“Go ahead,” you said. You used your foot to point out the cabinet near his leg, just under the sink. “Baking stuff’s in there.”

You turned to walk back to your bedroom. It wasn’t even a second later that Eren’s voice called out for a second time. “Wait! I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You sighed again and stopped to face him once more. His expression was sweetened, puppy-like eyes pleading with you. You could only begin to guess how many times that very look has worked for him in the past.

“I thought we could make them together.” His voice was coated in honey, and you were positive that had worked for him in the past, too.

Feeling particularly grumpy, you said, “You just want me to make them for you, don’t you?”

“That would be awfully nice of you.”

You made a ‘tsk’ sound, and he snickered at the stinging glare you threw his way. “Eren, I told you that if you came over, I was just going to be finishing up some chores. I’ve been neglecting my laundry for so long.”

Without missing a beat (when has he ever missed a beat?), he teasingly said, “But you’ve been neglecting me for so long.”

He neared you in just a few steps. With your hips now between his hands, he gently pinned you against the wooden frame of your doorway. You noticed the glimmer was back in his eyes. It told you that he was way more fun than whatever laundry awaited you in your bedroom. But that was already obvious, wasn’t it?

“I’ve neglected you for all of five minutes, and now it’s like a tornado wiped through my kitchen,” you said.

Some context might be helpful at this point. For starters, it has been a little over a week – maybe two – since the infamous night spent in Sasha’s living room (you still needed to decide on a name for that night). Since then, the time you spent with Eren had grown increasingly.… domestic? That may not be the right word for it, but it fits.

It was strange, in a way, how effortlessly the two of you reverted to your comfortable routine of spending time together. More than that, it was like you had fully swung into a lifestyle of just being with one another. Not in a relationship, just being.

Maybe it was because you were so vulnerable with him at Sasha’s. Compared to that night, everything else just felt easy.

Still, you couldn’t deny that there was restlessness within your odd relationship. It lurked just below the surface. Behind every spoken word, there was a hint of desperation for more than just typical everyday conversation.

It was that desire that acted as the catalyst for every touch. Every nudge, every caress – they were never careless. You could pretend all you wanted that they were thoughtless, but each was painfully and meticulously deliberate. And somehow, every one of them lasted longer and felt more intimate than the last.

Honestly, it was similar to how Eren continued to hold you just now, his arms wrapped around your waist, that look on his face that you just couldn’t find the words to describe. All you knew was how it made you feel, and you felt wonderful.

It reminded you of the time you first saw him after the party – the day he found you and Sasha at the coffee shop. What did you say again? You thought he looked a bit like a villain, with those dark features and devilish grin. But that look in his eyes, the same look he was giving you right now, was starkly different from his appearance. He had the softest eyes when he looked at you, eyes that made you feel like the light at the end of whatever tunnel he found himself stuck in all this time.

Sure, maybe you were all wrapped up in those sickeningly sweet emotions again. And yes, it was beginning to sound like that lovestruck poet had crept back into your thoughts. But you couldn’t help it.

You described the feeling as disarming, like you wanted to throw all your weapons to the floor and toss yourself into him. Ever since that day at the coffee shop, your armor had been tossed aside piece by piece. And while you weren’t exactly sure what all of this meant, for now, you were purely enjoying the feeling his company gave you.

“I can help with your laundry,” Eren said. “It’ll get done faster that way.”

You silently agreed by leading him back to your bedroom. You were greeted by the ugly sight of the overflowing laundry basket on your bed. There was a pitiful stack of folded clothing beside it. It looked like nothing compared to the piles and piles left to be put away.

“Jeez, you have been neglecting it,” Eren said.

You chose to ignore his comment and began sifting through the basket for some loose tees. “Do you mind hanging these up for me?”

Eren took the shirts from you with a quick nod before heading to your closet.

Only a few minutes had passed before he was back at your side. He impatiently waited for his next task, the thought of brownies still consuming his mind. Regretfully, you ignored him. You kept your back turned for just long enough for him to find work on his own.

“Ooh, who do you wear these for?”

It didn’t even take you a millisecond to recognize his distinctly wicked and boyish tone. Your head whipped around at a dizzying speed. Your eyes lit on fire at the stupidly gleeful expression on his face.

He was proudly holding up a pair of your underwear. It wasn’t just your average pair of underwear, either. The skimpy, red lace was pulled taut between his two index fingers as he stretched them out to admire them.

You gasped and shot your hand out to steal them. “No one!” Eren dodged your hand, and you snapped, “I told you: I was low on laundry. They were a last resort.”

“Can you wear them for me?” he teasingly asked. You wanted to tear the cheeky grin off his face.

You finally snatched the underwear from him. You balled the delicate fabric in your fist and shoved it into the very depths of your drawer. “Not if you keep this up.”

Eren poked fun at you incessantly about the underwear until you finished putting away the last of your laundry. If the jokes weren’t at your expense, you would have maybe – maybe – admitted that the sheer amount of puns was a bit impressive.

You paced out of the bedroom. You were hot with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn there was steam fuming from your ears.

Eren followed closely behind you. “Aw, c’mon. What’s got your panties in a twist?”

You spun around on the heels of your feet and shot him a cautionary look. He threw his head back and clutched his chest in laughter. The vexed expression that you wore was just oh-so endearing. You were just about as scary as a little bunny rabbit.

“That was the last one. I promise,” Eren said.

You placed your hands on your hips. “Just for that, I’m not going to make those brownies for you.”

“Not fair.”

You sat down at your kitchen table without another word, leaning back in the chair and folding one arm over the other. Your glare was filled with feigned disinterest as you watched Eren gather the baking supplies. He placed a large mixing bowl on the counter before looking for a spoon.

“Are you really not going to help me?” He asked while he searched through a few drawers.

“Yup.” You added extra emphasis by popping the ‘p’ at the end. You started to play sound on your phone, only looking up with a smirk whenever Eren would dramatically sigh.

You heard the refrigerator door open and shut. Eren appeared from behind it with a carton of eggs in his hand. The boastful grin on his face concerned you. “Want to see me crack an egg with one hand?”

“I thought you didn’t know how to bake?”

He selected an egg from the carton and carefully held it between his fingers. He wiggled his eyebrows at you with excitement. “I don’t.”

He attempted to squeeze the egg with just his fingertips, but it crushed quickly within his grip. All of the contents of the egg plopped into the bowl. Much to Eren’s dismay, this included all of the eggshells.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

You softly giggled as he stared into the bowl with a frown. He started to pick out the remnants of the shell, his tongue poking out from behind his lips in concentration.

You were unable to go another second without intervening on the pathetic sight before you. You walked over and slid the bowl in front of you. Removing all of the shards was much easier with your smaller fingers.

“I knew you couldn’t resist helping me,” he said.

“You want these brownies to be edible, don’t you?”

You didn’t bother returning the bowl once you removed as much of the shell as possible. Eren quietly watched while you finished combining the ingredients, taking a step back to not stand in your way. He offered to help when it was time to transfer the batter to the pan. You held onto the mixing bowl, and he scraped the rich better from its sides.

“See? You kind of know what you’re doing,” you said.

He frowned for a second time. “I’ll have you know I used to bake with my mom back when I was a kid.”

Something about the thought of him baking with his mother warmed your heart. You imagined the happy-go-lucky kid you saw in his childhood photos. You could see him sitting on their kitchen counter, fumbling around with all the ingredients, trying his best to help his mother. There would probably be a snowfall of flour that coated the kitchen by the end of it.

“Is that why you wanted me to bake with you?” you asked. You didn’t know why you asked. Maybe it was too personal of an assumption to make, but you wondered if he liked the familiarity of it all.

“I dunno,” Eren said. He kept his attention fixed on scraping the batter from the bowl. His lip twitched just a hint, and you tried to read into it. You weren’t sure if he was holding back a smile or if you had made him unnerved. “Maybe. Just sounded nice.”

He finished pouring all of the mixture into the pan. You placed it into the preheated oven and set the timer. When you turned around again, you found Eren unsurprisingly licking the mixing spoon. He leaned against the edge of the counter, seemingly enjoying himself without a single thought in his head.

It didn’t take long for him to notice your judgy eyes on him. “What? It’s the best part.”

“Exactly,” you said, starting to walk toward him. “And it would have been nice for you to share. You know, since I did all the work.”

You reached for the spoon. Eren predicted the move and evaded your hand. “Hey, I cracked the egg, remember?”

He swiped his finger across the spoon and gathered a dollop of batter on his fingertip. Before you reacted, he left a trail of gooey batter along your nose.

You wiped it off with the back of your wrist. A childlike exuberance wound you up, a large smile now taking shape on your face. You tried to snatch the spoon from Eren once more, and he held his arm above his head. You jumped to grab it and were successful this time. Quickly, you smeared what remained of the batter into your dominant hand.

“Don’t do it,” Eren warned as he pointed at you. He wore a smile that could only be described as playfully worried. He slowly started to inch his way past you.

You set the spoon down and prowled toward him. He darted out of the kitchen only for you to chase after him, your booms of laughter filling the small apartment. You threw your arms around him, one wrapping around his shoulder and across his chest. You nearly tackled him to the floor before your other hand smudged the batter across his cheek.

Eren amusedly huffed in defeat once you dropped from his back. He touched his face and looked down at the chocolate that transferred onto his fingers.

He shook his head at you, popping his fingers into his mouth to clean them. With a chuckle, he said, “Alright, alright. I’ve learned my lesson. You get to lick the spoon from now on.”

Eren went to the bathroom to clean up, and you headed to the kitchen to do the same. The faucet ran cold water over your hands. It helped your body snap back to reality and settle from the excitement. You were only left with a sensation in your stomach. You weren’t sure what it was, but it felt tingly and hot and, despite how it sounded, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Not even a bit. You wanted nothing more than for the feeling to stay.

You found Eren on your couch. The tingly, hot feeling now felt like a fire, burning brighter just like you wanted. He looked like he belonged there, like the holy grail you found after weeks of thrifting – the final piece that really tied the room together.

The feeling continued to pull at you until you were on the couch beside him. It had you by the reigns and steered you toward him. You wanted to touch him, feel the reaction that it gave you. The need wasn’t sexual in the slightest. It was something else. Something you were unable to name just yet.

You laid your head onto his lap like it wasn’t out of the ordinary, and he didn’t make a big deal of it like it wasn’t out of the ordinary.

He ran his fingers through your hair, then caressed your cheek. You could smell your vanilla-lavender soap on his fingers. You closed your eyes, wrapped up in him like he was the softest blanket in the world.

Eren continued to look down at you, and his heart swelled. A small smile tugged at his lips. It was simple moments like this that he wanted to last forever.

He debated placing a kiss on your forehead, but his mind was quickly overtaken by the voices in his head. Some begged him to take the initiative and let his actions show you exactly how he felt about you. The other voices were biting and harsh, telling him that he was just going to ruin the moment, inevitably ruining you.

You opened your eyes before he had time to decide. You picked his hand up from your cheek and held it in front of your face. You studied each of the grooves and veins of his hand, tenderly manipulating it into different positions. You traced your fingers up and down his own, noticing a couple of healed cuts around his nails. You wouldn’t have pinned him as someone who anxiously picked at his fingers.

You continued to toy with his hand while you allowed your thoughts to wander. After a couple of comfortable minutes of silence passed, you asked, “Is there anything that you want for your birthday?”

“Does this mean you’re coming on the trip?”

You shifted your attention from Eren’s hand and met his eyes. Your lips curved into a pout. “That didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t answer mine,” he said. He let out a half chuckle at the displeased look you gave him. “If you come on the trip then you don’t have to worry about getting me anything.”

You were reminded of the conversation you had with Sasha, how you would inevitably create quite the mess if you joined. You asked, “And if I don’t?”

“Then I at least deserve a cake. No eggshells this time.” He paused and leaned forward. He looked directly into your eyes, and the lighthearted tone of his voice vanished. It was replaced by something milder, maybe even slightly concerned. “You’re coming though, right?”

It would feel wrong to miss out on celebrating Eren’s birthday. You decided you would tag along well before this conversation, but he didn’t need to know that quite yet. You weren’t above stooping to his level, so you gave in to the temptation to tease him just a bit longer.

You hummed in thought, pretending to mull over his question. You finally said, “Can’t say. It’s supposed to be a surprise, after all.” A mischievous grin consumed your face as you finished your sentence. Eren lightly bucked his leg to make your head bounce against his lap with a small thump. You chuckled. “I’m coming. Don’t worry.”

“Good.”

You let go of Eren’s hand once you were unable to concentrate. Your eyes were glued on his, scanning them to see if your answer lay within his irises. People don’t call them the windows into the soul for nothing, right?

Each of your thoughts was like a puzzle piece, and you were scrambling to find the big picture. It felt like the one puzzle that you just couldn’t seem to solve, no matter how many ways you twisted and turned the pieces.

All of the stolen kisses. The flirtatious banter. The sweet words. Even the easy days like today where you would laugh together until it stung.

As you slid around each puzzle piece, it was all starting to make sense. But you couldn’t withstand the nagging feeling any longer. Something was missing.

Sure, moments like this were great, when you found yourselves wrapped up in each other’s touches, your head in his lap, his fingers aimlessly running through your hair. Why was it that all of these instances were so fleeting?

You would kiss Eren with more passion than you could ever imagine, then in the blink of an eye, it was like it never happened. No, it was worse than that. The two of you still hadn’t addressed the situation at Sasha’s house. Hell, this man was literally between your legs, and you both still failed to muster up the courage to say what was on your minds.

Eren’s eyes said nothing. Windows to absolutely nowhere. They looked warm at first, but now he looked like he was getting freaked out. He brought his hand up like he was trying to figure out if there was something on his face that had your attention.

You pushed yourself into an upright position on the couch. You swiveled to face Eren, sitting cross-legged with your knees pressed into his leg.

You just needed another piece of the puzzle, that’s all.

Slowly, you opened your mouth to speak. The first syllable didn’t even leave your throat before there was a pounding at your front door. It startled you, but your fright was soon tamed by the bit of relief that washed over you. Saved by the bell.

“Were you expecting someone?” Eren asked. He looked past you and over to the door.

You got up from the couch. “Yeah. Sorry. I forgot to mention that Sasha and Connie were swinging by on their way to the roller rink. Sasha asked to borrow my skates.”

“You roller skate?” Eren was trying his best not to laugh when the image of you attempting to skate filled his mind.

“Used to,” you said, deciding to ignore the disbelief in his voice.

You stood on your tip-toes to see through the peephole. Connie’s and Sasha’s warped faces were squished together like a couple of marshmallows. You could hear them chant, “Let us in, let us in” once you started to unlock the door.

“Now that I gotta see,” Eren said. Another comment you chose to blow off.

You opened the door wide enough for your two friends. They just about tumbled inside since their bodies had been pressed against the door. They clung to each other in support before catching themselves.

“Took you long enough,” Connie said. He stood tall in the middle of the room and straightened out his hoodie. “Were you guys making out or something?”

“No!” you said. Though it was the truth, the mortified look on your face told Connie an entirely different story. You glanced at Eren for any backup, but he looked entirely unphased, arms casually folded behind his head as he rested on the couch.

“Mmm.” Sasha sounded like she was nearly drooling. She angled her nose higher, sniffing in such a theatrical way that she looked like a caricature of herself. “Are you making brownies?”

“Damn, Jaeger. I didn’t think you were the type,” Connie said.

“Type?” Eren asked.

Connie’s face contorted into a shit-eating smirk. “The submissive househusband type.”

Eren didn’t look so relaxed anymore (served him right). You noticed the creases on his forehead take shape as he scowled. He looked like he was about to jump from the couch and strangle his friend.

You didn’t give either of them the chance to say another word. “Rollerskates, right?” You started to shuffle to your bedroom, taking backward steps so as to not look away. Not until you were sure a fight wasn’t going to break loose in your apartment. It had thin walls, after all. “I’ll go grab them.”

With that, you twirled around and scurried away to the privacy of your bedroom. You shut the door behind you so you could catch your breath. It wasn’t Connie and Eren that bothered you that much. Your heart was still pounding from that conversation you almost had with Eren. You didn’t even know what you were going to say, yet you were just going to let whatever felt right pour out of you like a fire hose.

The skates were probably in the back of your closet. You got down on your hands and knees to dig for them in the very back corner, burrowing through your forgotten knick-knacks. The longer you took to find them, the better. You figured you could use this time to look for the rollerskates, along with whatever words that would make this conversation with Eren as smooth as possible. If that was even possible. And that was a big ‘if.’

Back in the living room, no one said anything. Sasha shifted her weight between her feet, humming to herself as she looked between her friends. Connie was still full of giggles, entirely amused with himself for successfully getting under Eren’s skin in less than thirty seconds.

Eren appeared like Connie was still swarming around in his head. His face was expressionless, the look of someone you wouldn’t even want to tap with a ten-foot pole. Anyone else would know to leave him be, but Sasha couldn’t resist picking up that pole and poking the bear. Maybe she had a death wish, or maybe she just knew she was leaving your apartment in the next few minutes.

“So,” she started to say with her head cocked to the side. There was a snarky grin taking hold of her face. “When am I going to see my best friend again, huh, Eren? You’ve been hogging up all of her time.”

Eren didn’t bother to answer. The last thing he wanted was to get an earful of nonsense from the two bumbling idiots he called friends. Mikasa and Armin were one thing, but Sasha and Connie never failed to take things to another level.

They observed how Eren’s face dropped with annoyance. It was almost enough to pull a wicked cackle from them.

“Yeah,” Connie instigated further. He leisurely threw himself onto the armchair that sat adjacent to your couch. “Are you guys finally gonna get together or what?”

“What do–” Eren started.

“Don’t play dumb with us.” Connie didn’t hesitate to cut off Eren. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. The waggling of his eyebrows only pestered Eren further. “You look like the goddamn heart eyes emoji when she’s around.”

Eren’s eyes narrowed like he didn’t know what Connie meant by that, though it was rather obvious. He had enough of his own spews of confessions, and he wasn’t going to let Connie and Sasha get another from him. He sucked his lip in between his teeth.

Connie loved it. He was high off his own power trip of finally shutting Eren up. He ate it up and wasn’t going to leave a single crumb.

“Pitiful, little Eren,” Connie said. He dramatically draped his hand over his forehead and lounged over the armrest. He played up his best damsel-in-distress expression, pouting his lips and all. “Could it be that he actually had emotions this whole time?”

Sasha observed the way Eren’s jaw clenched. He shut his eyes, and she could practically see that he was counting to ten in his head for a breather. Surely, he wouldn’t get this bent out of shape if Connie’s accusations weren’t true.

Then it clicked.

She pointed at Eren. Her finger was sharp as a dagger, ready to cut the truth out of him. “That’s why you came to my house!”

Connie’s eyes lit up when he looked at Sasha. He snapped his fingers when he remembered what you had told them at the diner. “You’re totally right! It all makes sense now.”

Sasha’s eyes darted around the ceiling in thought. It was as if she were imagining connecting all the dots like this was some sort of police investigation. She wildly gestured as she talked out her grand ideas. “You have a big, fat crush on her, and you have no idea what to do about it. Mr. No-Strings-Attached finally wants some strings, eh? So you came to me to ask for advice on how to get with–”

Eren heard your footsteps approaching from the hallway. He leaned forward in his seat, piercing eyes full of urgency. He waved his hands back and forth like he was trying to throw aside the paper trail of her investigation. “Would you shut it?” he hissed through his teeth.

Connie sat up straight, roaring with laughter. He never failed to entertain himself. “What? Don’t want us to embarrass you in front of your love?” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “Hey, if you don’t make a move soon, I might just swoop in. Or maybe Jean will.”

Eren’s hands clenched into fists before he shoved them into his pockets. He looked down at his feet once you returned to the living room, his loose strands of hair covering the burning intensity in his eyes.

Completely oblivious to the situation that had transpired, you handed off your pair of rollerskates to Sasha. “Here ya go!”

“Thanks! I owe you one. They really overcharge for those rentals, don’t they?” She took the pair of skates into her hands with a smile. “I’ll be sure to give them back the next time I see you. Which is…?”

You thought over your schedule in your head, quickly realizing she was referencing how long it had been since you last got together. You hadn’t been at her place for your usual Sunday hangouts with Mikasa, and you definitely hadn’t been to one of her game nights. Well, the game night thing wasn’t entirely on you, though. Jean and Eren were the ones who left a sour taste in everyone’s mouth.

You smiled at her with reassurance. “I can come by tomorrow morning. We can get some coffee if you want. I’ve seriously been craving one of those blueberry muffins.”

She beamed at you with excitement. “I would love that!”

“It’s a date then.” You blew her a kiss. She pretended to catch it and then proceeded to shove the imaginary kiss down the front of her shirt to save it.

You walked your friends to your front door. Sasha took a couple of steps through your doorway with Connie just behind her. He turned around one last time, not wanting to leave before taking a final jab at Eren.

In a sing-songy tone, he cooed, “Bye, Eren.” He made some kissing sounds at his friend before skittering out the door just before Eren could say the last word. You questioningly squinted your eyes as you shut the door. It was impossible to try to understand that boy.

Eren looked like there was a dark cloud raining over him. You stared, just for a second, but his eyes stayed firmly fixed on the floor. You pushed your cheek in with your finger and gnawed on the flesh in thought. It probably wasn’t the ideal time to pick up where you had left off. But, hey, there was no time like the present.

You returned to your spot on the couch. “Can I ask you something?”

Eren only looked up once he heard your voice. His expression softened at the quavering tone. He really didn’t want to have any sort of meaningful conversation right now – not after all the bullshit with Connie – but he couldn’t say no to you. Not with the way your head was cutely tilted to the side, your pensive eyebrows sitting low on your eyes.

“Go for it.”

You drew in a large breath of air, so deep that it hurt at the end. Without exhaling, you spit out a slurry of words, “Do you remember that time you met Sasha and me at the coffee shop?”

You were surprised that it looked like he made sense of your jumbled sentence. All he had to hear was ‘coffee shop’ for him to instantly want to revoke the permission he gave you to ask.

Of course he remembered.

“Yes.” He was short with it. Quiet, too. Both of you were shrinking right before one another.

“Why did you come by that day?”

“I was trying to get something back from Connie, remember?” He was trying to speak matter-of-factly, but you were able to see right through him.

“But that’s not true, is it?”

“Why do you say that?”

You averted your eyes from his gaze, wanting nothing more than to shout ‘never mind’ and pretend like you hadn’t even said anything in the first place. Your mouth started to form the words before your brain could catch up. “Sasha texted Connie after you stopped by. He said he never borrowed anything from you.”

Only after you finished your sentence did your eyes meet again. Your expression was gentle as you searched for any hints from him – anything that would give you the last piece of the puzzle that you so desperately needed.

You could almost see the way his heart dropped just by the look on his face. His composure held firm even though it was clear he wanted to grip at his temples in frustration. Deep down, he knew it was inevitable that he would get caught. He only found it embarrassing that Sasha cracked the case so effortlessly. She was usually the last person to come to any conclusions on her own.

Before he could respond, you took the opportunity to jump in. You lightened your tone a bit as you spoke. “Is it because you wanted to see me?”

Eren opened his mouth to say something, but he cut himself off and looked down at his hands. He started to fumble with his fingers aimlessly. A little smirk appeared on your face as you recalled all of the nicks you noticed around his nails earlier.

You started to poke at his side in a lame attempt to ease the mood. You crooned, “Is it because you like me? Hmm? Hmm?” Your annoying song only lasted a couple of seconds before Eren swatted your hand away.

Your sheepish smile was now mischievous. It was a look that Eren recognized all too well from how much time you had spent together. It was the same reason he knew you were absolutely full of it as you tried to remain nonchalant.

“Was it not obvious enough?” His voice was flat and gave you no indications of how he felt. Honestly, you didn’t expect such a forward reply, especially considering he was so flustered just moments ago.

“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered. Great, now it was your turn to be the bashful one.

“Going down on you was a bit too subtle of a hint then?” He looked at you again. A faint smile had replaced the solemn look he previously wore.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve done that with plenty of people you didn’t have feelings for,” you said. It came off wrong, you could admit that. You felt your lips grow tight after the words left your mouth. But really, what right did you have to assume you were any different from the rest? It was more than feasible that Eren viewed you just as casually as all the others.

Just the thought caused a pang of jealousy to strike hot in your stomach.

He sarcastically rolled his eyes at you. “Didn’t think you were the jealous type,” he said with a short laugh. You continued to stare at him blankly, his joking tone only making you feel worse for bringing up the topic in the first place.

Eren could tell you were growing meek before him. He sucked in a deep breath and leaned in close to you. He cupped each of your cheeks in his hands and spoke to you directly, like the way a mother would when she wanted her child to really hear her. Or, more appropriately, like when Sasha would take you by the shoulders and vigorously jerk you around when you were being an idiot.

“I haven’t thought about anyone else since I met you,” Eren said.

His words crumbled all the walls you had built around yourself, shattering that promise you had made to yourself to not fall for anyone.

“So, what did you want that day?” you asked.

God, were you really going to make him say it?

Eren let go of your face and looked down again. He let out a chuckle that sounded more like a disbelieving scoff. His hand found yours, and you could feel the intensity behind his touch. When he spoke, he said it as if it was the most obvious answer on the planet. “You.”

“Me?” Your voice squeaked at the end. You didn’t mean to say it – the words just fell out of your mouth. Eren’s answer was clear, after all. It left no space for interpretation. If anything, it was what you had expected, or at least hoped for, him to say. It didn’t make responding any easier. Was there a more appropriate answer? ‘Oh, cool.’ Or maybe a ‘ditto’ could have worked.

That was why you just kept your mouth shut most of the time.

“I wanted you!” he admitted, rather loudly. Frankly, he felt himself growing a bit irritated. You could never seem to get his words through that dense skull of yours. His hand was now squeezing yours a little too tight. “For fuck’s sake, you’re all I think about. I feel so much better when I’m with you. Like, I am smiling so much that it actually hurts by the time you’re gone. And I know that sounds so goddamn stupid when I say it like that, but fuck it!”

He drew in a sharp breath and continued before you could even make a sound. “Why else would I be doing all these cheesy things with you, like baking brownies or going bowling?”

Eren finally released you, and the blood flowed back into your fingertips. He brought his hands to cover his eyes, dragging them down the length of his face. His voice was hushed but still just as agitated. “I don’t even know the last time I went bowling before that.”

There was a pause. You weren’t sure you were hearing him right at this point. You still didn’t know what to say – you never knew what to say to him. But especially now, with him telling you all of this, your thoughts were on a racetrack at this point. You went with your only go-to.

“I would have guessed you went every weekend considering that you kicked my ass,” you half-heartedly joked.

Eren gave you a mirthless laugh. It was all he could choke out. He couldn’t even look you in the eyes as his thoughts pounded against his head. It was truly nauseating. It took all of his strength to tell his best friends how he felt about you, and now he had just bluntly confessed it straight to your face.

He wanted to grab you by the arms and shake you around, and he would have if you were anyone else. Was that really all you had to say back?

“At least we know we don’t have to go bowling again,” you said.

His eyes snapped to look at you. “Wait, you don’t like bowling either? Why didn’t you say something?”

“Why did you offer it if you don’t like it?”

“I don’t know!” He paused only to groan. “If you couldn’t tell by now, I haven’t done a whole lot of thinking lately.”

You smiled, and the tender expression on your face somehow made him feel even more ill. You placed your hands around his own.

“I just wanted to spend time with you. I didn’t care if it meant I had to embarrass myself trying to bowl. I like you, too, you know,” you said. Eren blinked a couple of times, his eyes staring straight into yours now. You lowered your voice a couple of octaves to mimic his tone. “Was it not obvious enough?”

He seemed to appreciate the joke. His nose scrunched up, and he let out a pitiful laugh. His head slumped into you with his forehead collapsing against your shoulder. “I think you might just be the death of me.”

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