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honeybeewhereartthee · 1 year

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Crystal Hearts

Prequel PT3: You and Me

➽─PREV─CH19─NEXT──❥

"lil MC I'm back~ " Niki come back to a empty house.

"Ah... Where is that lil fae... It's already quite too late in the night..." He look around and saw no notes. " Wonder if there's a school activities..."

He look at his phone and saw a message

" Eh... " The panda fae eyes widen as he read the message.

" Niki! I'm here to stay at your place!" Rinne arrive with a door slam.

".... Ah Niki why are gripping your phone too much?"

"Rinne can you come with me to look for someone ?"

In rinne eyes in that very moment, he felt like his seeing a mama bear that just saw her own child being approach by a human. He will go mad.

The next morning, you wake up with someone slamming the door open.

Revealing another kohaku look alike. But this time, a beautiful female.

"Your pretty." You commented. "Why thank you! Your quite a charmer with your words ahaha." She gives a thumbs up.

"Your tall too. Did it mean kohaku would be tall like you guys?" Honestly his already tall, your just curious if he become even more taller.

"Well, that'd something we don't know yet." She smile.

" Ah. Good morning. I forget to greet you. " You bow a bit.

" Good morning to you! My, You seems like a nice kid." She commented.

" Oh. I'm bad. Cruel, weird and heartless person with my words. Well I was describe like that by humans. " You bluntly says. She pause for a moment before laughing, you also laugh with her.

" How about we go joined every for breakfast? "

" Why are you nice to me... " You mumble as you follow along to her, eyes sparkling in glee as your gonna joined a whole family dinner after a long while.

" Hmm? Is there a reason to not be nice to you? "

" You know what I am right? I am core fae. " You thought most people would hate you for it. Kohaku dad at one point don't want to lost to you because of that fact.

" Well, our dear koha is one as well. Through What's wrong being one? " She pats your head. " You and Him are alive and is born like everyone else are you?" He smile sweetly to you.

"Your Nice nee-san..." You blush from her words. She's too nice. "Can I call you nee-san?" You plead.

"Of course." She chuckle as the two of you arrive at the dining room. "Good morning." You bow.

"Oh my? You wake up on the good side of the bed it seems." Kohaku's dad who's flipping through a newspaper look at you as he sips his coffee.

"Unlike a certain someone." He gaze at his son who's looking at his sister and then to you with odd expression. "I wanted to wake them up..." You heard him grumble with a pout.

You went to seat beside him. " Good morning, kohaku. " You greeted him. " Mornin. " Smiling he look at you. "Can you give me your c-contact number?"

" Oooo. Wow and here I thought your looking through your phone cause your messaging each other. Turn out you don't have contact with them. Lmao. Ahahaha."

" Ehh. " You look surprised by his request. " I mean do you need too? You can always call me by telepathy. " You raise a brow.

" Oh my telepathic link? What a advance-through-magic couple we have here. (ㆁωㆁ)"(Ojitan)

"But the telepathy won't work when we're too far..."

"Ehh. It does. You just don't try it. I don't see you wanting to talk to me when your not trying to stalk me. Since you might be busy with life."

"Son, what is this I'm hearing about stalking?? Can anyone pls explain." (Ojitan) ( ╹▽╹ )

"I--i... I'm not stalking! I'm observing... From distance." He denied the awful true crime he did. He refuse to admit such fact.

"That's stalking." ( 3rd Sister ) (◍•ᴗ•◍)

"Anyway, we can talk through telepathy, so no need for contact number...." Through if he still going to ask about your contract. You will give him even through it would be very useless with telepathy.

*Ring: Do I need to say this? (MC: yes) panda Niki-tan is here! Please eat your meal properly or else I'll force feed bamboo shoots at your throat... Srl? (MC: yes) no candies for lunch and breakfast if you did not eat properly! (MC: gasp... THATS NOT ON THE SCRIPT!?) Ahaha. Of course. There no such thing as someone who only eat candies--

"Oh. It's niitan." You quickly answer the phone. " Sowwy imma answer this." (Ojitan)

"It's fine~ come back soon, so you get feed and we can fight right after."

You give a thumbs up as you stand up and went outside to have a chat.

"So your stalking your fae. That's what you been doing outside huh. " The oldest began.

" My, koha is such a bad stalker too. You should spy on them without being notice~" the second oldest tease.

" You need to train more so you could able to spy without being notice. It's too shameful to be spotted in our family. Kohaku-chan." His father sigh in disappointment. " I'm going to add some training to your schedule." He added.

"..." He cannot believe this. His being told off being a bad stalker than saying his doing something bad.

"... Ah... I..." You come back from chatting with Niki. "... I have ahmn... Some folks looking for me....since I don't go home yesterday... I apologize in advance if they will come and make ruckus"

"Oh? Ahaha. When are they gonna arrive?" (Ojitan, my, we sure have bunch of visitors those days)

" Probably after few hours. Niitan still have shift on his cafe duty." You says. " I need to answer some school work... I also have to check on Yua mom situation if what I did yesterday work out in the end." You start to think of the bunch of stuff, you need to deal with instead of being here, while tapping through something in your phone.

" Yua? Who's that?" You look at the oldest sister of Kohaku who heating up the stove to cook breakfast.

"... Schoolmate." You took a moment if you should say, a dude who's gonna give you red passionate heart after you did some good deeds for him. Thinking about your punishment you look at the head of the family.

" Can I fight ya now? (ʃƪ＾3＾）" You plead.

" My, you have no patience." He chuckle as he sip his coffee.

" Sowwy, I have stuff... Niitan is mad when I told him about what you said. Well he just told me off for being reckless... " You remember that Niki told you that your just reckless for being single and have the reckless attitude you start to develop since you

" Who's niitan?" (2nd sister. 'is this a rival of my cute and adorable baby bro?)

" My brother. Well I believe his my brother but because of another reality, that could be a thing and he takes care of me while I'm here in the human world. collecting hearts cause I'm bad child that my friend have to hide I'm awake from his stupid emperor for couple of years." You start to openly says about why your here in the human world.

Kohaku eyes widen at the thought of your friend that made you go that far. He wonder if his going to be that important to you too.

" How come your casually saying that? Do you not fear I'm going to use the info against you...?" The older Oukawa laugh at your casual honesty. He never know you'll be this honest.

" You make me laugh, ojitan. Even if I'm honest about my life. There's no point hiding stuff that create misunderstanding. Besides that's too cringe."

"Ohoho... My, your quite in a mood."

" Sorry, I'm fewr that those people would destroy your house with their presence. Can we fight now?"

He put down his newspaper, his stared at you with solemn through there's a smile on his face, he ask you as his children all stared at you with intense purple eyes like they are gazing through your deepest soul.

"... Do you think lightly of the traditions?" He ask you after a moment of silent.

" Of course not. " You pause as you look at the ojitan straight to his purple eyes. " Does ojitan dislike me? That's good of you did."

" What a silly child. Why would you want people to dislike you?" He laugh at your words.

" I just do. Maybe that's why I speak odd sometimes I can be seen egotistical like fighting you would be more of my advantage if I want too or dipolar. So people won't go and be kind to me. You shouldn't be... You guys are too nice to me." You were very scary(not), like a young child demanding to be feed candy.

They all look at you for a moment before the three sister chuckle and the father laugh out loud.

" Geez. Kids those days. You just need to eat some breakfast. Your being too emo in the morning."

Your now treated as a kid on their emo phrase as the oldest daughter pulled you back to your seat But you keep your pouting as you say that your bad person.

They all just laugh at it. Obviously if there's a bad people in the room it would be the Oukawa, their hands is tainted with blood of their victims. They are the shadow of the main branch that will do all the dirty work after all.

" Here you go." Kohaku gives your bowl of rice and you unconscious says thanks even so your supposed to act like a tough cookie. " Thank you... " You smile.

While eating, you notice the lack of the mom. You stared at one of them before looking back at your meal.

"..." You don't comment but your looking at the empty table beside the head of Oukawa. To the point everyone notice it.

"She went out to get soy sauce." The Oukawa head says nonchalantly.

"Oh... I-i wasn't curious at all." You denied and they all just laugh at it as you continue eating embarrassed that you were found out.

Through you noted everyone seems sad, except kohaku who's focusing on eating.

'ah. It won't be bad if I help...' you thought. Having another plan added to your to do list.

"Choice your weapon."

All of you went to the dojo room or sparring Room. You stared at the weapons. "Are those a real deal?" You ask the nice big sister. " Hmm who knows?" She just giggle as she pats your head. " Now, go and have fun." She went to the side with her other siblings.

" Kohaku! " You remember something as you went toward the youngest Oukawa.

He was holding a medicine kit for later, if in case someone did some hardcore damage to one another. Hopefully its his old man who will suffer and lost.

"Yes?" He look at you before you put a bubble around you two. He look surprised by what you did.

"Are you really sure?" You ask him. He tilt his head in confusion. "Do you like me enough to wish to m-marry me ?" You felt so embarrassed. The day you have to say such words never occurred to you a long time ago.

Even with you who's able to get a glimpse to a far distance future. But you could only see glimpse and not everything and you have refused to acknowledge all what you knew to live a fun time in the present.

"I--..." He was surprised by your question. "W-why you keep asking m-me this... I-i won't ask you to come with me... E-even knowing the traditions of m-my family..." He cover haft of his blushing face. Not able to meet you (color) eyes with his purple one. Or else he would melt from the gaze your giving him.

" What if... It's the strings thats making you be like that." Your voice almost inaudible.

" What? Why would you think so?" Yet he still heard what you said.

"Because those are strings of cupid. Connection that can be a love potion. Force someone to love each other. It's a nutcase of a magic, cupid fae can Dom." Which is wataru, your cousin. You refuse to tell who's the cupid fae through, what if your cousin get in trouble.

"... Force to love each other..?" He repeated as thoughts comes rushing in his mind, a smile slowly appear on his face. "Would you love me then?"

"... That's not the point." You try to change the topic.

"I don't care. If it makes you to love me like I would love you. Then its fine. The worse thing is being rejected." Kohaku almost want to shoot himself when he accidentally said something, his face paled as he look at your reaction. You look at him with daze.

"... That's some sussy words. Do you have a yandere bloodline or what." But it seems that, what process on your mind is different, he can't help but sigh in relief internationally.

"What?" Through he did realize what you meant by that. "What do you mean yandere?Σ(°△°|||)︴ I'm not gonna kill anyone for love... I don't think so."

"... Oh. Even if you did. I would help you hide and bury the body. (ღ˘ω˘ღ)" You joked.

" Ahahah... Really? I would mind an assistant then. ( ´ ▽ ` )" He and you and chuckle and having a sweet moment till the ojitan comes to you two.

Knocking against the bubble. You pop the bubbles as the ojitan start to rant out being lonely without his wife.

" Stop flirting. You guys still aren't legally engaged yet! Also you make this poor old man felt being eaten by the ants from how sweet you two are!"

" Then go find mom. (`ー´)" Kohaku rolled his eyes at his father.

" Ehhh. Kohaku-chan your bullying your old man cause I ruined ya moment? How cruel. How cruel! My darling and wife and I give life to a cruel son! You were so cute before! "

And he show a baby picture of Kohaku who's eating his thumbs with a beautiful older woman holding him. And then he flip to another picture of Kohaku dangling over the tree.

"DAD! WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT! (´•︿´•ꐦ)"Kohaku tried to get the embarrassing pictures but his dad just run away and dodge his son attempt of stealing the picture.

"..." You take a look at the photo, when everyone is focus on those two. You clap three times. The world stop on its motion. Kohaku who's able to move stared at his father who stopped moving in the black and white scale of the world without motion.

He quickly snatch the damn photo before he look at your direction

"MC?" He saw you doing something but he don't understand it. He approaches you but when he arrives besides you, you clapped your hand three times as if done what you been doing just now.

"Wa-- how did you go there?" The head of Oukawa realize his not holding the precious blackmailing pictures of his son and saw his boy right besides you.

"Sowwy. I have to check on something. Ehehe." You reasoned as you turn to look at them. "Anyway I'm ready!" You give a thumbs up.

"Huh. That's very suspicious." The older Toujou thought out loud before he and you went to peak a weapon.

"Are we allowed to use magic?" (MC)

"Sure sure." He waves you off. "The estate is pretty much have a barrier that won't let some magic to leak out even if we did. " He pointed out.

" I see." You nodded as you pick up a gun. The two of you went to each corner as the flag went down, you two gaze at one another.

" You seems unfaze, do you really underestimate me... " Suddenly you felt sense of dread. " Oh!" You eyes widen as all your senses tells you it's dangerous.

"how interesting." You mumble before you unconsciously dodge a projectile you don't notice him thrown in your direction. "Wow!" You clap your hand in amazement.

As your very much destructive, he already went to to high kick, you manage to spin around and shoot bullets to the floor, very close to his feet.

He chuckles as he have to do a too dance to escape having holes embed on his feet.

"My. Your quite a bully to this old man." He laugh as you reloaded the gun. "Ehh. I was ?" You tilt your head. Since you still don't experience being hit. You won't be triggered to fight like crazy--

"YOUR OPEN!" (Ojitan)

You get kicked in the stomach.

"..."

You start to giggle as you stand up after being thrown a bit off just now. Kohaku stared at your direction in worry.

"Not bad... Not bad at all..." You chuckle before you start to go back to where you were earlier but two steps in, you were gone.

"Oh?" The older Oukawa is quick to stop your punch as you flash step in front of him but as he held your hand, you smirk.

"AIYYYO??"

he was thrown off very far side of the room but as he manage to flip and land, you already behind him to kick his legs, causing him to lost balance and trip.

Crack.

You chuckle darkly as try to crash the bones on his legs if he dont manage to move his leg on time.

Crack.

The floor underneath crumble. As you sigh in disappointment.

"How sad. Oh well. Were are just starting the fun after all. I can break your 206 bones slow and painful, baka ojitan." You crack your knuckles as you throw the gun away you shall use fist to win.

" Oh gosh... They are destroying the house! AHAHA " The oldest laugh as they run outside to see you and the head refusing to surrender to the other and throwing each other to the wall, the pond or the rock. It become very messy, wounded and in a very bad shape yet you two refuse to give up and laughing like two war Maniac and mortal enemies.

You guys fighting quite too fast but since they are skilled and trained to gasp Minor details in speed. They saw how it went.

" Are they not going to finish yet?" The third oldest yawn as they been watching you two right for hours now, it's almost sunset. Yet the two you seems still out of it.

"Well, it's kohaku chan hand in marriage, I need to protect it!" the ojitan drop down from the roof to take sip of the tea. You were nowhere to be found

"YOUR OPEN, BAKA OJITAN!"

you appear like a wild cat and smack him hard on the side, causing him to be thrown into the house.

"Oof..."

"AHAHAAH~ HOW FUN! THIS IS VERY FUN! " you giggle like a mad man. " I want to crush your bones to bits and make pie out of its powder. AHAHA~" You sing a song as you grab a rock thag fall off from the ceiling and crumble it with your fist.

" Wow... " The ladies can't help but gasp in amazement. Your very cool, their dad is very embarrassing.

" HEY! I CAN SENSE THOSE THOUGHTS! THIS WHAT YA GUYS DO TO YA OLD MAN? OH THE CRUELTY!" He cannot believe his own daughter is looking at him with such gaze! How cruel life is!' the head of Oukawa dramatize as he tried to move but cannot.

He watch in worry as you stood above him and was really going to crush his skull but your stopped before you did so.

" MC! snap out of it " kohaku who's holding your hand. You tilt you head.

" I will stop if he surrender, my Venus. " You pulled his hand that is holding yours and leaning in to give a kiss on the back of his palm as you give him a sweet smile. the strings turning bright red as your hands and his are linked with one another.

With blood that is not yours or not on your face, and the sunset behind you. He can't help but gulp at how your look ethereal at the moment.

"I-i..." His face warm up. "M-MC..." He shutter. Not knowing what to do. His suppose to stop you from trying to nuke his dad because your like that too before but you seems more murderous when it's his father and not him.

"yes, my venus~?" you called out to him as you held his hands.

Oh, Such wonderful moment.

"Are you two seriously flirting beside this beaten old man?" Get destroyed by the old man who's unable to move an inch of his body from pain, who's also right beside you two.

"why won't you just give up? " You look at the ojitan in disdain. You wanna step on his hand but Kohaku stops you. " MC stoppp. "

" Your dad wants me to break 103 of his bones which is his feet and hands, that's a haft discount as my future in law. Tehee." You winked. "My Venus, I can heal him back if he surrender. " You flatter your eyelashes cutely.

it's totally fine to beat up the old fool if he refuse to give up. And give up trying to make his son not be your fiancee.

" Heal? " Kohaku remember how you heal, you need to kiss the person. His mood drop.

" Father! You already lost when you cant stand up for minute!" kohaku point out as he glare at his father. How dare his father do this to him? He can't even get them (kisses) without your intent to he any wounds on him because his too embarrassed to ask.

"Geez... You really are my child. Ahaha." The head of Oukawa does notice the glare his son is giving him. He chuckle as his very proudly at his son attitude. his very glad his offspring is very like him, be protective of his love or else other shall steal them away. Lock them up, even. He will not judge, he will help him to do it perfectly.

"Ok.. I give up. My son is gonna leave papa side to marry! How pitiful I am!" he weep crocodile tears as you finally snap out of the zone.

"Yee! I win!" You giggle ans hugs kohaku. " My groom!" You chipped. "Ehehe~" you feel so happy. Maybe your too happy that glow ans sprouts blanc on top of your head, as the spell of Risky Venus still habe an effect on you , through the feature of tiger fae have disappear when you wake up..

"M-MC..." Your fiancee blushes. As you happiness can be seen with your wide smile. "Hmm?" You look at him as you cling onto him

Seeing your smile, he pause and felt daze.. his heart is beating too fast. His also happy in the result of the fight.

You were so cool. He can't help but blush and hope you won't hear his fast beating heart when he was watching you fight his father earlier. Ah he wanted to fight with you again. Your too different (in a good way) when in a fight.

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dudemanauthor · 2 years

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Yang Provides (Part 1)

Author's Note: This was another story that originally was just a one-shot, except this one I spontaneously decided to add more to. BTW, what is being provided by Yang here is milk. That part stayed consistent throughout this series, but Yang being the provider didn't.

Team RWBY’s dorm room was so quiet you could hear the pages being turned by Ruby, Weiss and Blake and Yang’s fingers tapping on her scroll. On this quiet midweek afternoon, there was nothing but peace and quiet in the room until Blake spoke up from her bunk.

“Is it just me, or is the milk at Beacon kind of sub-par?” she idly asked.

“Thank you!” Ruby exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air, almost punching the roof from her top bunk. “I thought I was the only one who noticed.”

“I’ve noticed that too,” Weiss responded, setting her book down on the desk she was working at. “I even started having my coffee black with how bad it is.”

“Wait a second,” Yang interrupted, finally pulled from her scroll. “Aren’t you rich enough to buy your own milk? Hell, I’m sure your Schnee Money could buy a whole farm.”

“Maybe my father could buy a farm, but I certainly can’t. And while I could buy my own milk, I don’t exactly have a lot of opportunities to go into Vale, let alone to do grocery shopping. That, and any milk that could be mailed here might actually be worse than what we already have,” Weiss answered.

“And I don’t think we can bring a cow to Beacon. I’m not even allowed to have Zwei in here,” Ruby added, with a beeping alarm interrupting her. Ruby checked her scroll, making her eyes open wide with shock. “Oh geez, I gotta go. I was gonna go hang out with Penny. Let’s talk about this later, bye!” she said as she clambered off her bunk and shot out the door. After a moment of silent thought, Yang jumped down from her own bunk.

“Alright, so, what Ruby said gave me a crazy idea. We might not be able to bring a cow to Beacon, but we could… make one,” Yang suggested, garnering raised eyebrows from the monochrome pair.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” Weiss responded slowly, thinking as she spoke.

“It’d be easy. I’d take some stuff to make me lactate and then I’ll provide all we need,” Yang said with full confidence.

“You’re right, that is a crazy idea,” Blake deadpanned.

“That only sounds slight less practical than bringing a cow to Beacon. Also, I doubt you can provide enough for four people,” Weiss added. The pair’s comments gave Yang a momentary pause.

“Well, it was just an idea, can’t say I blame you for not being into it,” Yang replied with a nonchalant shrug. ‘Guess I’ll just have to prove them wrong’, Yang thought as she whipped out her scroll and started doing her research. Before long a pair of private messages from her teammates appeared on her scroll.

Weiss: I apologise for doubting your idea, but I have to admit that I am curious. Let me know if you are still interested. Please do not tell anyone.

Blake: Sorry for saying your idea was crazy, I didn’t want Weiss to think I’m into this idea. Do you still want to try it?

As she read the messages, a devilish grin crept on to her face. ‘This’ll be fun.’

That weekend Yang had her concoction set up and ready to demonstrate for Weiss and Blake. Of course, the two girls were unaware that the other would be joining them, with each of them silently waiting for the other to leave before Yang arrived. That was when Yang strolled on in with a little bottle in hand.

“Alright, ladies, you ready for this?” Yang said, confident as can be. A flurry of emotions hit Weiss and Blake’s faces, primarily panic.

“I-I-I have no idea what you are talking about,” Weiss unconvincingly defended. Blake kept silent, but her face said everything it needed to.

“I dunno, this message you sent me says you know exactly what I’m talking about,” Yang said with an almost insufferably smug smirk. “But don’t worry, nothing from today is gonna leave this room, assuming you two can keep a secret.” Blake responded with an almost frantic nod, while Weiss’s response was more subdued, yet equally in favour. Yang ditched her jacket and sidled on up next to where Blake was sitting on the edge of her bed, beckoning Weiss to join them.

“Do we have to watch? I can’t imagine it being that quick,” Weiss said as she sat down.

“Well, assuming I wasn’t a victim of false advertising, I’m about to prove you wrong,” Yang said, yet to ease off the smug. She opened up the bottle, filled the cap with the neon liquid and downed it in one swift motion. “And now we wait.”

The gasp that escaped Yang’s mouth moments later made it clear that this wasn’t going to be a long wait. Her tube top began to stretch as her breasts grew beneath it. Within moments Yang’s bust had gotten so big that they began to spill out the top of Yang’s top, with the quiet strain on the seams of the top barely audible, but increasingly visible, as small patches of flesh became visible between gaps in the seams. Yang quickly shoved her top down to save it from bursting, revealing a strapless bra that was equally snug, with flesh spilling out everywhere it could. She immediately reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. The tension immediately faded for Yang as her breasts were freed from their restraints, revealing that her nipples had grown larger and firmer, while having turned a darker brown colour.

“Oh, wow, this is way faster than I expected,” Yang breathed.

“I didn’t even know this was possible,” Weiss added.

“It’s incredible,” Blake said with a rapturous tone.

Tension began to build in Yang’s chest again, as her soft chest began to perk up and grow firmer, filling out into a rounder, more taut shape.

“Uh, guys, I think they’re getting full. Did you guys bring anything to… uh…” Yang said, nervousness creeping into her voice.

“I thought you did!” Weiss interrupted in a panic.

“I have an idea,” Blake said, focused and collected as she leant in and latched on to one of Yang’s swollen nipples with her mouth. As Blake began to suckle, Yang felt waves of pleasure and relief emanate from where Blake was attached. Yang couldn’t relax just yet though, as a white bead began to form on her other nipple.

“Hey, Weiss, I know this is a lot to ask, but can you help me out before I start leaking?” Yang asked, almost pleading with Weiss.

“Tell. No one,” Weiss said firmly, eyes locked with Yang’s. She then looked at the free nipple, from which a very small trickle of white liquid had begun. Slowly and reluctantly, Weiss lapped up the trickle before latching on and suckling on Yang’s erect nipple. With both milk-laden breasts being dealt with, Yang gently rolled her head back and let out a long moan of contented pleasure.

“Oh my gods, this feels so gooooood,” Yang gasped as her arms almost instinctively reached around to cradle Blake and Weiss’s heads as they fed from Yang’s bloated breasts.

While Yang wouldn’t fully admit it out loud, there was a warming in her core that was telling her just how incredibly aroused by this she was. She made a mental note to deal with that later and let Blake and Weiss carry on. She kept on letting out shorter, quieter moans and gasps of pleasure as her newly sensitive breasts were suckled and fondled by Blake and Weiss, Blake being the more enthusiastic of the two by far.

After an amount of time that Yang wished could go on forever, Blake detached herself from Yang’s breast, which had finally deflated back to its normal size, something that Yang hadn’t even noticed in her pleasured haze.

“So, how was it?” Yang asked, blushing slightly.

“I… I really don’t know how to describe it, but it was amazing,” Blake said reverentially. As if on cue, Weiss finished her drink too and let Yang’s other breast be free.

“That may be the best milk I’ve drunk in my entire life,” Weiss said, almost sounding confused at the words coming out of her mouth. A beaming smile rose to Yang’s face as she wrapped the pair in a big hug.

“Oh, I’m so glad you guys enjoyed it,” Yang cheered. “We gotta do this again, except, y’know, better organised.”

“I am in full agreement with you. Maybe you and Ruby will actually be able to drink some of the next batch,” Weiss stated.

“I really, really want more,” Blake said desperately.

“Don’t worry Blakey, there’s a whole lot more where that came from,” Yang answered with a winning smile.

#BE!rwby #lactation #breast expansion

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bewitchingivy · 1 year

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hey, how are you? If your game is still open , i would love to join hehe , my initials :- GB , cap moon

3 topics i choose :- 1) Their first impression of you 2) What you should know about them 3) A message by them

They will see you as someone who is grounded and more on the quiet side , they will think that time slow downs when people are with you , as if you are someone who has a good comforting energy, they will think that you are the type that is quite curious too

What you should know about them :- They may have earth placements, i feel that they are generous person , they are someone who is connected with their values and roots , also they possess good communication/expressive quality to them . They have a lot of potential.

A message by them :- They are telling you to look for some outlook that helps in your emotional process , they are telling you that you are trying good but beware of analysing a situation in a wrong way , they are telling you that don't be hasty making some decisions, consider both - emotion and logic . They are asking you to bd more courageous and outgoing .

Thanks a lot , take care , pls answer as per your convenience ^^!

❛ love again ; entry #014

Hello! Thank you so much for joining my game and for following the rules <3 As promised, here's your reading! I hope you'll enjoy it :) Remember to take what resonates and leave what doesn't!

their first impression of you

Sunsetz by Cigarettes After Sex Your future spouse would think you're beautiful, I would definitely say that they are attracted to you on your first meeting. They think you're somehow lively and full of energy, so warm and friendly. You're also fun to be around with, they would really want to spend some time with you again.

your first date together

Love In Slow Motion by Ed Sheeran Why do I feel like this is going to take place in Valentine's Day? Because I saw the date Feb 14 during this reading. But it's certainly going to feel very romantic alright. Okay, woah. Valentine by 5SOS is playing in my laptop now; that could be a confirmation that it's definitely going to take place on Valentine's! So be on the lookout for that 👀It's possible the date will take place at night, and the both of you will go out and have dinner somewhere.

what you should know about them

You're All I Want by Cigarettes After Sex They're an artistic and creative person; they love to sing and write their own songs. I feel like they're very connected to music, it's possible that they could be a songwriter. Also, I did pick up on this while doing the dating part of the reading; they're a very romantic person, might I say hopeless romantic too? When they love someone, they love deeply and wholeheartedly. (They may listen to Cigarettes After Sex, since I have almost 2,000 songs in my Library, and two of their songs already came up in the shuffle.)

what they love about you

Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney Oh my gosh, this is so freaking sweet. Please give this song a go, if you haven't heard it, because this just explains very well what your future spouse would love about you, do I even need to type it down? Very well, here's the thing...I just got this message that if anyone would ask them what would they love about you; your future spouse's going to reply that "it's everything about you." They find it impossible to pick one thing about you that they love the most.

how would they show their love to you

This Love by Taylor Swift So your future spouse will show their love to you through a deep and intense emotional connection. They will be completely devoted to you and committed to your relationship, they will be willing to do whatever it takes to make your relationship work, even if it means going through difficult times together, and no matter what comes your way.

signs you see about them

Be Myself by Why Don't We I just got the message, "pay attention to the numbers that your guides are sending you." They're trying to tell you that only you know what it means, deep inside you do. I also saw 333 THREE times now. That's a lot of 3s. That could very well be a number you (will) keep on seeing when you meet them or when they're about to enter your life. AND THIS SONG'S DURATION IS 3:33. GOODNESS ME. Also, you might notice that this person is going to enter your life when you're being called to become your most authentic self. Don't be afraid to be yourself. You will attract this person so strongly when you start to.

a message from them

It's Nice To Have A Friend by Taylor Swift "Hi,(Your name)! I love that we can have fun and be silly together, but also be there for each other during the tough times. Do you remember the time we went on that spontaneous road trip? Or when we danced like crazy people in the rain? Those are the moments that make me grateful for having you in my life. I know that we've had our ups and downs, but I want you to know that I wouldn't want to go through this journey with anyone else. You make everything better just by being here. You're my partner in crime, my soulmate, and my best friend. It's nice to have a friend like you, but it's even better to have a lover like you."

feedback

Your reading is one of the readings that I found so insightful, thank you so much <3 Indeed, I can be quiet sometimes (but not really, HAHA) I just look quiet I suppose LMFAO. Man I sure hope I have that good comforting energy to share with those around me, because I don't know myself, HAHA 😭😭 ALSO YASS. I AM A VERY CURIOUS PERSON THANK YE FOR POINTING THAT OUT HAHAHA. And woow, another confirmation that they have earth placements 👀👀 I have heard from other readings about what you said about my future person, and it def resonates! And man, the message!!! It's definitely something that I really need to hear right now, you have no idea 🥹🥹 The message is so helpful to be honest, and indeed I am already trying to be more courageous and outgoing these days! I suppose I have been picking up that message from him too. Everything resonated with me 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for this reading!

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miyacreampie · 3 years

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Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

🏙️🏙️

Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

🏙️🏙️

Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

***

As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

🏙️

‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

#tanaka x reader #tanaka x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #anime x male reader #m!reader #x male reader #top male reader #seme male reader #ryuunosuke x reader

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

summary ─ walking away from you had never felt this painful before, bucky realized.

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ angst, angst, more angst, crying, conversations, confessions, goodbye scene without the sex in it, happens a couple months after the graduation

a/n ─ so. technically this is the last part, but there will be an epilogue (i’m not sure about this. i might write and post one). until i post an epilogue, accept this as the final part. i'm hoping to write that very soon. after that, we will be done with this series. i hope you like it! @babyboibucky you asked for "more angst" and you're receiving with this part. blame her :d please leave a comment if you like it! thank youuu <333

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Ever since the graduation, life was being really hard on Bucky.

He had been looking for a job and a place for himself for the last five months because he needed money and just couldn’t live with his parents: The house was too crowded, and they were too curious. It hadn’t been easy so far; Bucky had to dodge his mother’s ‘why are you still single’ questions all the while running from one job interview to another as well as meeting with a real estate agent for affordable apartments. He knew he couldn’t rent one until he got a job, but he wanted to cross it off his list.

Sighing, Bucky plopped on one of the first empty benches he saw.

The weather was hot as hell, and he was sweating like a pig in his suit. He could feel the shirt sticking to his back slowly. He was thirsty and hungry and tired; all he wanted to do was to go home, take a cold shower, eat something and sleep, but he couldn’t. He still had two interviews to get over.

“Fuck my life,” he whispered under his breath. Digging through the small bag he carried with him everywhere, he pulled out a bottle of water. It was half-empty, but it was better than nothing. He quickly drained it, wiped the slight sweat beading on his forehead and stood. If he stalled a bit longer, he was going to be late for his interview.

Just as he started walking, he felt his phone vibrate. Pulling it out, Bucky saw two messages from the interviewers. They were cancelled due to scheduling problems.

“Shit,” he hissed. He was both happy and sad; happy because he was going home instead of dragging himself all around New York, and sad because he was more likely to never hear for them again since those kinds of messages usually meant ‘we found someone already’. Cursing under his breath again, he changed his route. He had some money left, so he decided to get a sandwich from Subway. He really didn’t want to pass out on his way home, he couldn’t deal with that.

He was halfway to the nearest Subway when his phone vibrated again. It was a text from Sam.

we’re at lolly’s, it said. join us. been a while since i saw your ugly face. Bucky snorted as he shook his head. Lolly’s wasn’t so far away from where he was, probably as close as the Subway. He sent Sam a ‘on my way’ text and started walking.

Sam was right. It had been a while since he saw them. He was too busy chasing down job interviews that he couldn’t spare some time to his friends and night outs as much as he would like to. They were probably in the same rush since they didn’t reach out to him, and that was okay. Life was hard and messy and could get super busy super quick.

He sprinted as soon as he saw the diner. Using his long legs to run across the street, he walked inside panting lightly.

The place was buzzing. It wasn’t overly crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. There were families and students and friend groups all talking and eating at the same time. Laughter and chatting sounds were filling the small diner, and it was making the place look and sound all cozy.

His eyes danced on the people sitting in the booths until he found them. They were in their usual booth. Grinning, he made his way towards them.

“Oh, look it’s Barnes!” Sam grinned at Bucky. “Nice to see that you’re as ugly as before.” Bucky chuckled and hugged him.

“Shut up, Wilson, we both know you have a crush on me,” he said, making everyone on the table laugh. Bucky quickly hugged and greeted his other friends before he took a seat. “What are we having?” He asked, he was starving and was pretty sure that if he went without food a little bit longer, his stomach was going to go apeshit on him.

“We ordered greasy burgers as always,” Steve said, grinning. “Loki hates it.” Bucky saw Loki rolling his eyes, but he knew Loki was having fun. He smiled. “We ordered for you, too. It should be here any minute now.”

“Y’all are saints,” Bucky breathed in relief. The refusals and complaints immediately filled the small table, and Bucky laughed. He really missed his friends.

─

It was hours later when they left the diner with full bellies and laughter ringing in their ears. They ate and drunk and talked about what they have been doing since the graduation, how the life was treating them and all that jazz.

Bucky felt good when he heard that his friends, too, were going through the same things as he was. It felt nice to know that he wasn’t alone.

“I’m getting married,” Sam said as they stepped on the half-full sidewalk. All of them stopped suddenly, looking at each other with surprised etched on their faces.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Bucky asked. “You’re─ Really?” Sam nodded, grinning widely. “Holy shit, man, I didn’t even know you were datin’ with someone.” The others chuckled.

“I didn’t either,” Loki said. Bucky heard Steve agreeing with him.

“Well, we kept it pretty low-key,” Sam explained. “We’ve been dating for three years? Almost?” He shrugged. “It got serious in the last year. I proposed to her already and we’re gonna tell our parents as soon as I hear back from one of the interviews I gave around.”

Bucky smiled. “Wow,” he said. “I’m proud of you man,” he added quickly because he was. He really was proud of Sam. “Congrats.” Bucky threw his arms around him and patted his back a couple times. Sam smiled and murmured his thanks. As he stepped back and let the others hug Sam, Bucky couldn’t help but imagine if this would happen to him if he were to treat you like you deserved.

Would you marry him? Would you mind keeping him forever? He wanted to know. He felt like he knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear it from you. He wanted to know if he ever stood a chance, if you’d ever accept him like that. He was too much of an asshole, he knew, thank you very much, but Bucky also knew that he’d get his shit together for you. Maybe he wouldn’t in the beginning of your… relationship, but he would now. It was too late, though.

“We planned a summer wedding, but it really depends on the time that I’ll be hearing back from anyone,” Sam sighed. “’s gonna be alright,” he said. “We both know that.” Bucky smiled sadly. He wished he could say that, too.

“I’m happy for you, Wilson,” he said instead. Sam sent him a soft smile. Placing his hand on Sam’s shoulder, Bucky pulled him against his side. “Let’s go home.” The others all agreed, and they started walk down the sidewalk.

They were crossing the street when Bucky saw you.

You were across the street where he was going with your own friend group. You were laughing and looked so beautiful in that white dress, Bucky wanted to sob. He missed your face, missed seeing you laugh, he realized, and his heart gave a painful thud in its cage.

Clearing his throat, he crossed the street when the light turned green for them. His eyes never left you; they watched how you joked and laughed and grabbed your friend’s arm while you giggled… Bucky missed you so fucking much.

“Barnes?” Sam nudged him when they stepped off the road. “You alright?” Bucky nodded absently.

“Yeah,” he murmured. The need to be near you, the want to talk to you was about to consume Bucky, and he was aware that he was going to make an ass of himself, but he didn’t care. “Hey, why don’t guys go ahead? I’ll catch up.” Sam frowned. “It’s fine. I saw someone and wanted to tell them something, that’s it.” It wasn’t so convincing, Bucky knew, but thankfully, Sam didn’t say anything. He just nodded and walked the opposite way.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky marched on where you were standing with your friends. He wasn’t about to jump into the conversation, that would be rude. He was going to see if he would be able to catch your attention. As he stepped into your sight, he waved his hand. You were too into the conversation, you didn’t see him at first, but then a movement caught your eyes. Lifting your head, you saw Bucky and froze for a second.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “Can you give me a minute?” You said to your friends, and they nodded, going back to their conversation right away. You went up to him.

“Hi,” he said, a little breathless because you looked so beautiful. You smiled softly.

“Hi,” you breathed. “What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but ask. He shrugged. Grabbing his bag tighter, he licked his lips.

“Was hanging out with the boys,” he said. You nodded slowly. “Then, I saw you and thought I could, y’know,” Bucky shrugged awkwardly. You nodded again. “You look beautiful,” he blurted.

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. Bucky’s heart made a flip as the oxygen got trapped in his throat.

You could have been together, Bucky thought. You could have been dating still, and this encounter wouldn’t be so awkward. Bucky wouldn’t feel like there were miles between you two while you were one of those people who knew him really well.

“Bucky?” You reached out and touched his arm. “Are you okay?”

“You told me you loved me,” Bucky blurted out. He couldn’t keep it in anymore. He wanted it out, out, out. He needed to get rid of it. He needed to tell you.

“ What?” You frowned.

“The night you got drunk and called me,” he explained. “You told me that you loved me, but you didn’t want to love me because it hurts you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. “You said you didn’t want to see me anymore because I just make you want to cry.” Sighing, Bucky tried to hold his tears back. “You─ You said that I never saw you as─ as a relationship material because you knew you weren’t enough.”

“Bucky─” You gasped.

“Please,” he begged. “Let me finish it. I─” Bucky took a deep breath. “I want you to know that you were enough,” he said, finally lifting his head up and looking at your eyes. They were full of tears already. “You were enough for me. You were more than enough. I was the one who wasn’t enough and didn’t deserve you. It─ It hurt like hell when I heard you say that you don’t want to love me anymore because it hurts you. I wanted to hurt myself for you because you didn’t deserve to be hurt.” He sniffed, trying to hold back tears was getting harder.

“Y/N,” Bucky said. “I want you to know that I love you. For real. This is no joke, there is no play, nothing. I just want you know that I love you so much. I told my friends about how I feel about you, and they didn’t believe. I don’t mind them not believing me, but I need you to believe me.” You felt tears rolling down on your cheeks gently as Bucky’s blue eyes bored into yours. The way he was looking at you felt like he was looking directly into your soul. You sobbed lightly.

“I treated you like shit,” Bucky murmured. “I know that. I’m so sorry. I made you feel like you weren’t enough when you were more than enough, and I hurt you. Because of me, you didn’t want to love, doesn’t matter who. You didn’t want to love, Y/N, because I was such a dick to you. I’m so sorry. I know no matter how many times I apologize, it’s not gonna undo all the damage, but I’m sorry. I truly am.” Bucky sighed deeply. “I should have told you that I love you long before. I shouldn’t have been such a coward about how I feel about you, I’m sorry for not acting on them before─”

With a sniff, you hugged him out of a sudden. Bucky backed a step and caught you immediately. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he hesitated only for a second before he pulled you in for a tight hug. You sobbed, face hidden in his neck as you held onto him. You missed him. You missed his body heat against yours, hearing his voice, feeling his arms around you… You missed him so much.

“Bucky,” you whispered when you pulled back just a little. You kissed him. Both of you had tears on your faces, but neither of you cared about it. Your tears-covered lips found each other. It wasn’t a filthy, passionate kiss, but a sweet, desperate and chaste one. You parted for oxygen and then leaned in to kiss him again. Pulling back, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed and lips close to his. “Bucky,” you whispered again, your hands were on each side of his face. “You knew how we were going to end up,” you murmured. You opened your eyes to look at his baby blue ones. “This is where we end.”

This was the first time you were seeing him this vulnerable, you thought as you watched his chin wobbled and tears spilling over his cheeks. He sniffed. He was nodding slowly.

He understood. He really did. He wasn’t good enough for you, he knew that, and he’d hate it if you were to settle down with someone who never truly deserved you. He loved you. You were his very first love, and everything was intense and strange to him, but he would get over it. He knew he had to. He just wanted you to be okay, wanted you to not hurt anymore, wanted you to love someone who was going to make you want to love.

So, he understood.

Nodding still, Bucky wrapped you up into another hug. He memorized how your body felt against his while hugging like this, how you held him, how you rested your head on his shoulder… He memorized all of it. With a sniff, he stepped back. He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed one last time. He breathed in your sweet scent, felt your soft lips against his and pulled back.

“This is where we end,” he whispered, repeating your words. You nodded. “Okay,” he agreed. He kissed your forehead before he stepped back fully. “Take care of yourself, please?” He pleaded. “I want you to be happy, to love, just… Be happy, alright?” You nodded once.

“I promise,” you whispered back. “Only if you be gentle with yourself.” Bucky cracked a half-smile and nodded.

“I promise.” You smiled at him. Your hand reached to his hair, and you fixed the rebel strands. Bucky took your hand, placed a soft kiss into your palm and dropped it. “Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for loving me.”

You felt fresh tears licking your face, but you didn’t care. “Goodbye, Bucky. Thank you for loving me back.” Bucky pressed his lips together, looked at your for a second longer and turned around.

Walking away from you had never felt this painful before, Bucky realized. His feet were taking him away from you, but his heart was beating with you. It was screaming at him to go back and beg you to try once, but he wasn’t going to do that. You didn’t deserve that.

Bucky sighed. Nothing was going to make him feel as real as you did, he thought to himself. He was okay with it. He had to be okay with it.

So, Bucky walked away from you.

Once and for all.

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After that, after you, Bucky never loved anyone ever. His heart belonged only to you.

#bucky barnes x reader #fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #fuckboy!bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #echoes of silence

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alycosworld · 3 years

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HELLOOOOO<3 “💕” anon!!!o(≧v≦)o I’m really excited since my bday is coming up!!! [uk that alr LOL] anyways my request will be below as always!

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so i was wondering if u could do hc’s for a few characters? i actually dont know if u have a character limit so I’ll just request 3! if its too much u can actually remove some:) also if u want feel free to add on more characters if u like! so basically thoma,baal and childe [seperate] x NB!reader and its the readers bday!:D how would they celebrate for reader? also idk if u r comfy in doing female characters so if u would like u can just remove baal:) vv fluffy please<3

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tysm for this<3 hope u dont mind writing for girls! I’m non-binary actually but i was born in a girls body LOL- also if u wanna make it GN so everyone can read it go ahead! drink water and get rest! only do this if u want!

Thoma, Baal, Kaeya, Beidou and Childe on the Reader's Birthday!

A/N: yes!! ofc I write for women and I have no character limit, it'll just take more time the more characters you want. for anyone who's curious or wants to request, I have a list of things that I won't write and women are not on that list! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕 (who is changing their emoji to 🧸 I believe just so everyone is aware) LOVE YOU SO MUCH TY FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

I added on kaeya and beidou bc I love themmm and my siblings simp for them and I don't have much character diversity so far hehe. also I haven't done baal's story quest so I'm sorry if she's a little ooc.

Thoma:

my man is ready and raring to go on the days leading up to your birthday. He's planned something. It doesn't matter what he has to do, he's doing it.

he's already asked Ayaka if he could take a few days off to get things ready and she is so supportive she even helps him.

HE HAS CONTACTS

if you want something that's super rare and expensive and practically impossible to acquire, you best believe he's calling in all his favours and getting whatever the fuck you want.

he baked your cake with his own two hands and it is nothing short of perfection. he made you a card and he wrote you a beautiful heartfelt message and drew a lil picture of you (that's really just a stick figure but APPRECIATE THE EFFORT)

if you wanted to go out, he took you everywhere you wanted and treated you to a meal, making sure everyone you saw remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

if you felt like staying inside, he threw you your own little party for two and did whatever your wanted - sleeping, dancing, singing, art, cooking, literally anything.

he was at your beck and call all day. normally he serves the shirasagi himegimi, now he's serving you not like he doesn't already do everything you say

to summarise, he loves you with his whole heart and will do anything to make your day extra special 🥺🥺

Baal

"It's beloved's birthday soon? Oh...I suppose I should make a few preparations..."

Proceeds to invade your home while you're out and orders people around to make everything fucking perfect

It's incredible once you ignore the trespassing and you can't help but fall in love with her even more.

she's decorated your home with traditional birthday decorations and everything is just the way you'd like it - although it's very to the letter, almost like she was reading a manual while getting people to prepare things...

as soon as you ask her about it, she crumbles. she wasn't sure how to go about it exactly so she asked Yae but omitted your name to avoid getting teased, hence receiving very general birthday advice.

ITS STILL BEAUTIFUL THO SHE TOOK MOST OF YOUR LIKINGS INTO ACCOUNT JUST SAY YOU LOVE IT ALREADY

she wouldn't be too willing to leave or go outside because people will talk, but if you wish it, it shall be.

she bought you whatever you wanted plus a lil something extra as a token of her appreciation of your existence. maybe a decorative object that reminded her of you - she might be even customised it to add a personal touch

all in all, she loves you eternally and she's gonna make sure you know it every year on your special day

Childe

we all know that this menace is a money machine, right?

THIS MAN SPENT ALL HIS MORA ON YOU AND NOBODY SO MUCH AS QUESTIONED IT - HIS DEVOTION IS PROMINENT

you woke up and he presented you with your first gift. at breakfast, he cooked you a whole fucking feast. the rest of the morning, he took you out and let you pick whatever you want from multiple stores and gave you another gift. at lunch, he bought you another 50 fucking course meal

the evening, however, he spent a little more intimately.

you got to cut your three-tier cake and open the rest of your presents at home before he let you enjoy the day however you wanted, similarly to Thoma.

he did whatever you wanted - it was your birthday after all.

he made sure you knew that you were loved and appreciated and expressed how happy he is that you were born and that you're in his life.

oh, and to make up for lovingly hogging you all day, he threw you a party with all your loved ones the day after to make sure everyone got their chance to celebrate your day.

Kaeya Alberich

"Oh? Is it darling's birthday already? I'll have to take the day off to make things extra special..."

kaeya, every day is a day off for you stfu

Mr Alberich really sets aside the tension between him and his brother to ask if he can borrow Angel's Share for a lil party. Using his smooth tactics, he eventually gets Diluc to cave

(basically, Kaeya just ranted how much he loved you and wanted to make things special and Diluc fucking gave up hehe)

He got Jean, Lisa, Amber, Diluc, Venti, Fischl, Bennett, Diona, Klee, Albedo, Sucrose, Barbara, Eula, Mona, Noelle, Razor, Rosaria and all your friends and family to agree to come to Angel's Share and enjoy a night of fun and (Y/N) appreciation.

On your actual birthday, he spent the morning in bed with you, talking about how much he loved you and shamelessly flirting with you before making breakfast.

You spent the morning and most of the afternoon walking around town and enjoying yourselves, allowing the townsfolk to wish you a happy birthday.

and Kaeya convinced you into joining him at Angel's Share in the evening, only to be pleasantly surprised by the people singing happy birthday and the confetti that flew around the room.

this man is lovestruck - if you let him spoil you any longer, you'd probably collapse of over appreciation (and excessive flirty one-liners hehe)

Beidou

my girl beidou? she went all out for you, there's literally a 0.00 percent chance you don't enjoy what she had planned.

You spent your day with her walking around Liyue Harbour, doing everything you wanted.

You listened to storytellers, bought various items like fireworks and sparklers and ate good food, just enjoying each other's company until the evening arrived.

Beidou just dragged you away, making sure you closed your eyes the whole time until you reached your destination.

When you opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it - you were on the Cruz Fleet, surrounded by her crew and all your loved ones.

As soon as you stepped on, the ship leisurely sailed off into the night like some fairytale and you got to enjoy a moonlit sail, as cheesy as it sounds.

It was slow and you allowed yourself to savour the way the ships's lanterns reflects and glittered on the water a long with the moon.

You were surrounded by everyone you cared about and everyone who cared about you (but some of the crew drank a little too much in celebration of your birth hehe)

Beidou just wants you to know how much she and everyone else loves you and wants you to know that she is glad you exist <3

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drakenology · 3 years

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Operation Deku Day- Izuku Midoriya

author’s note: hiiii! so today’s inspiration is drunk sex. anyone who’s ever had drunk sex before knows that shit hit different. Something about it is soo nasty and hot ugh I’m a sucker. I firmly believe that izuku is an insatiable sex god don’t let that innocent sweetness fool you so he was the perfect candidate for my idea. please enjoy! all characters are aged up 18 +

warnings: cussing, smut!, alcohol use, breeding kink? and sex under the influence. also light degradation

summary: For Izuku’s 21st birthday you and the girls decide to throw him a surprise birthday party. As the night progressed, you and Izuku got real drunk and couldn’t keep your hands off each other... in more ways than one.

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You spent all week preparing for this surprise party for Izuku. It was his birthday and you really wanted him to feel special and appreciated for being a great friend and loving boyfriend. You were pretty good at pretending that all the things you snuck home were just “things for the apartment” instead of decorations and all his favorite foods for the party. Bakugo being Izuku’s childhood friend couldn’t pass up on helping you and everyone from your graduating class of 1-A prep for the party, keeping everything hidden from Izuku.

“MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS DEKU!” He’d yell at him if the green haired pro hero asked one too many questions. Today was finally the day to set up the party. You just had to keep everything hidden for a little while longer. You woke Izuku up with kisses and a plate of his favorite breakfast. He’d always loved pancakes but for whatever reason, he loved your waffles. Izuku could eat them for dinner if you’d let him. He smiled and ate his food, gushing about how he’s finally 21.

“I can drink with you now, Y/N.” He said with a mouthful of waffles. You grinned and kissed him on the cheek as he ate. “So, what are we doing today?” He asked. Even though today was his birthday, the hero still had to work.

“Oh.. uhm.. well.” You struggle to tell Midoriya that you had “nothing planned” knowing that he’d be hurt by that.

“Maybe we could just go out to the bar and have a few drinks?” You lie, wincing at the upcoming disappointment in his voice. He nodded with a weak smile, trying not to seem too disappointed at the lazy plans. But he was grateful anyways and kind of excited to see the bar scene. After eating his birthday breakfast, he stood up from the bed and got ready for the day. While he was in the bathroom you text the mass group chat with the entire class in it named “Operation Deku Day!” Mina had already been messaging you all throughout the morning reminding everyone that the party starts at 9 pm; right when Izuku is expected to be home.

“So what kind of cake does he like? I’m at the bakery right now.” Todoroki texts followed by an image of the options of cake the menu had.

“Get him chocolate.” You text, giggling at the plan all coming together nicely. You wait for a response while looking at all the gifs and memes everyone’s sending sharing the same excitement for the party.

“Cool. I’ll have them decorate it and drop it off at your place, Y/N. Just let me know when Midoriya leaves.” Shoto texts back, you responding with an Ok and answering any questions about the party from the others.

“Your phone’s going off a lot today, Y/N. Who are you talking to?” Izuku asks, his hips adorning a towel as he just got out of the shower. You look his wet body up and down, almost forgetting to respond to the question before he gets too curious.

“OH! Uh, It’s just the girls. Yaoyorozu wished you a happy birthday.” You laugh nervously, clearly awful at keeping secrets. Izuku just smiles and tells you to tell her he said thank you and got dressed in his hero costume.

“Well, I’m off. I love you Y/N. I’ll see you later tonight.” Izuku says giving you a small peck on the lips as he leaves your shared apartment. You wave goodbye as he shuts the door and jumped up from your bed, texting the group chat

“THE EAGLE HAS LEFT THE NEST. OPERATION DEKU DAY IS AGO.”

Momo, Mina and Uraraka spend all day decorating the house and setting the ambiance for the party. Todoroki brought the cake and put it in the fridge and starting making a small ice sculpture in the shape of All Might for the spiked punch he made (He was known for making a good cocktail). Kyoka made a playlist for the party, she was the DJ afterall. She tweaked the stereo so the sound system would be JUMPIN and laughed maniacally as she knew she was gonna rock the fucking house down. Katsuki insisted on cooking since “You can’t cook half as good as he can.” Or at least that’s what Katsuki said. He handed a hot dish of buffalo chicken dip (my favorite) to Mineta, who insisted on helping with... idk something.

“It’s hot on the bottom, idiot. If you drop my dip I’m gonna drop my fucking fist down your throat.” Bakugo shouts, making Mineta nervous as he walks carefully with the dish. Sero and Yaoyorozu were putting the finishing touches on the decorations as you check the clock on your phone. Shit. It was 8:59. You see a text you received from Izuku 30 minutes ago saying he was on his way home and another from just now saying he’s coming upstairs. You squeal and start panicking. He was probably already on your floor.

“Everybody ready? Izuku’s home!” You yell over everyone’s excited chatter. Everyone replied in a harmonious yes and took their places. You run towards the door and adjust your strapless dress, turning off the lights. You stand behind the houseplant by the door and almost squeal in excitement as you hear the door click unlocked.

“Y/N?” You hear Izuku say nervously as he turned on the lights. He gasps as everyone jumps out from their hiding places and yell

“SURPISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZUKU!”

He smiles brightly and grabs you, giving you the biggest hug while lifting you off your feet.

“Wow, thanks everyone!” He says excitedly, looking around the room to see all his friends. He became a little emotional knowing that you all went through the trouble of planning a surprise birthday party for him. You wipe his tears and give him a big fat kiss, earning an excited spin from him.

“We love you Izuku. Now, let’s enjoy your party!” You said as you let him to the delicious spread of food to start Izuku off. Kyoko started the music and danced along to the beat to get everyone to join in on the fun. Mina pulled Uraraka towards the living to dance with her as she waved Asui over to join in. Shoto manned the punch bowl, serving everyone with a half smile hoping they like his punch. Midoriya walks over to grab a plate of food from Katsuki.

“Yo, Ka-Chan!” He yelled over the music. Bakugo smirks and gives the birthday boy his plate. They chat over the food and laugh together as they have a good time in each other’s company. Katsuki seemed to cease the usual teasing, just for this one special night. You giggle and run over to the dancefloor with your cup of punch in toe. You drink and dance at the same time, spilling a little bit of punch as it ran down your chin. Mina laughs and takes your hands dancing along to the beat with you. The night was young and the party was a success. You were just glad Midoriya seemed to be having a great time.

Drink after drink you feel yourself get extremely tipsy, stumbling around with a drunk Mina and Asui. Uraraka had passed out on the couch from all the drinking and dancing. Even Momo was drunk, creating a phone to drunkenly call in some pizza since there was no more of the food Katsuki made. It was 1 am and everyone was still partying like there was no tomorrow. Including Midoriya. You had never seen this shy boy act so boldy and confidently. It was kind of a turn on. He was in a chug contest with Bakugo, seeing who out of them both could drink the most drinks the fastest. Ida, Shoto, Kirishima and Kaminari crowded around the two chanting chug chug chug as they both drank themselves into a drunken stupor. Izuku finished first, erupting into a loud and boisterous burp. Bakugo grunts and raises Izuku’s arm in the air claiming him the victor. When the hell did Katsuki EVER admit to defeat?

“ *hic* IZUKU’S THE FUCKING CHAMPION! *hic* And he’s one of my best fucking friends! I- I love you bro.” Katsuki says, slurring his speech and stuttering over his words. Midoriya winks at you, who was watching the whole thing go down from across the room.

“L-Love you too, Kaaaachan.” Izuku slurred, stumbling over to you to give you a kiss. He wanted to celebrate his victory the right way; with a kiss from his girlfriend who was looking sexier than usual tonight. Midoriya approached you, smelling like beer and sweat as he pulled you close to him. Without warning he crashed his lips into yours, turning a sweet kiss into an intense and passionate make out session in front of the whole party. Something definitely took over in Midoriya. He was more aggressive with you than usual. You hear encouraging whoos and a jealous aww from Mineta who wished he was the one kissing you. Izuku waved him away as if he was shooing a fly and lifted you up, carrying you away from the party and into your bedroom. He shut the door with a slam, you squealing with excitement as he heatened the kiss. Izuku’s hands were all over you, groping your ass, squeezing your boobs and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck. He was a beast, hungry for his well deserved prize.

“Do you know what you do to me, Y/N?” Izuku asked, pulling away from the sloppy kiss as he throws you on the bed. You can’t even answer as you stare at him dumbly, still shocked at your normally sweet and gentle boyfriend turn into a lust stricken beast. He hovers over you on the bed, drinking in your body in that tight little dress you wore. Izuku feels himself stiffen at the sight of you, pulling your panties down under your dress.

“’M gonna leave this dress on. You look so good right now, ya know that? Your tits are popping out of this little thing” Midoriya hisses, taking his calloused hand and rubbing tight circles on your already sensitive bud. You moan at his dirty words, intoxicated on his touch as you grab a pillow and cover your face with it. Izuku snatched the pillow away and threw it across the room, eager to hear your moans no matter who else was around to hear them.

“Let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.” He said, easing two fingers inside you wet walls. You moan like a pornstar, grabbing onto Midoriya’s arm for dear life as he fingered you with a steady pace. Izuku’s eyes were glued to your face, watching you make those faces he loved to see pull on your features as he pulled your breasts out of your dress suckling on your swollen nipple. You pant, gasping at the euphoric feeling as the pit of your stomach tightened, threatening to snap as you approach a fast climax. Izuku noticed you body language automatically able to tell you’re about to cum. He quickened his pace as he watched you arch your back as you came undone before him.

“Good girl.” Izuku coos as he takes his hand and sucked his sweet juices off his fingers. You flutter your eyes open as Izuku pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, his impressive length springing out as you lick your lips at the sight. You wanted him in your mouth so you grab his dick and stroke it with a tight grip earning an eager moan from Midoriya as he grabbed your hair.

“N-No. As much as I want you to, I have to be inside you.” He stutters, pulling your dress up over your hips. He kissed you sloppily, slipping some tongue in as you moan into the kiss. He motioned for you to bend over and you do so with excitement, wiggling your ass to tease him as he smacked it with fervor.

“You ready for me?” Izuku asked tapping his dick against you as you nod and back yourself onto him, feeling his dick slide inside you with ease. You both moan at the feeling as Midoriya grabs your hips and thrusts harshly inside you, holding nothing back as he pulled your hair and smacked your ass. The muffled sounds of the music along with the sinful noises coating the walls of your room were all you could hear as you feel his hand reach forward to rub your clit as he brushed up against your g-spot repeatedly. You scream, trying to keep up with his swift and hard strokes as you throw your ass back on him, gripping the sheets for dear life. You’re sure everyone can hear your loud moans over all the music as you approach a second climax.

“I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy with my cum, baby. You want me to fill you up don’t you, you filthy whore?” Izuku said, earning a frantic yes from you as you whine for him. You’re shocked at his words but more so turned on by them as you clench around him, cumming for him a second time. Izuku hissed as he rode out your orgasm, chasing his own. Soon enough, he’s coating your insides with his hot seed, grunting and moaning as he ruts into you a few more times. You whine at the loss of his dick as he pulled out of you. Izuku watched as his thick sperm dripped out of you, satisfied with the job for now. He grabbed a towel and cleaned you off sloppily, still heavily intoxicated. You giggled and grabbed your underwear and slipped them back on to rejoin the party. Izuku and you were both a visual mess. It looked as if you both just had sex, your hair was an absolute wreck, your dress was disheveled and you were missing a shoe. Izuku was just as bad, sweat glistening on his forehead and he had this big cheesy grin plastered on his face. You hoped you were both inconspicuous enough for you both to just rejoin the party as if nothing happened in your bedroom. But Mina took one look at you two and erupted into laughter.

“You two just had sex didn’t you?!”

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summerhermitwinterscholar · 3 years

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A Misunderstanding and A Kiss

"Penelope…." Luke shook his head as he started to grin. "It wasn't me who said it." The fiery tech specialist narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms as she leaned forward. She was not the one for patience. In her mind it didn’t matter who said what, it was the fact it was uttered in the first place. Him pointing out her logical fallacy wasn't helping.

"Listen Newbie, a kiss would never happen between us. It just wouldn't be possible. Meddling backwards sheriff." She whipped back around and walked toward her desk. Her statement perked Luke's interest as he moved forward into her office, as if his actions were not his own, and shut the door behind him. This had all began earlier when the team was gearing up to start a day filled with paperwork and research for potential cases. Coffee and donuts in the briefing room was always a great way to kick off such a long day… police officers were not the only ones with a particular taste for them. No sooner than the box of donuts had been opened than Rossi felt the need to share a message from Dalton's sheriff who they helped with a serial killer a few days ago. While the team found Rossi's words hilarious, Penelope did not.

************************************************************************************** "Did you know," Rossi brought everyone's attention to him as he reached for his coffee. "That the county sheriff from Dalton gave me a message to pass along to one Agent Alvez?" His brow raised and a small smile brought out the mischievous undertone to his words.

"I have a message?" Despite the jovial cadence to Rossi's words, Luke was still unsure why they would have a message for him. He couldn't imagine why a message would need relayed unless it was to voice a complaint. Everyone hung on Rossi's next words. Luke found himself beginning to fidget.

"Oh all is well my boy, this particular message I found… enlightening. In fact, I am curious to see what you have to say-"

"My dear sweet Rossi, please! What is this message!" With a surprising amount of care shining through her words, Penelope voiced what everyone was thinking. She could not endure Rossi skirting around the subject. She could only imagine the curiosity building in Luke as well if his fingers tapping on the table weren't enough of an indicator.

Rossi chucked and looked over at Luke. "Alright, the sheriff was very impressed with Agent Alvez's work, however he was curious why he used his work phone to bicker with his wife. He said in polite terms he thought that the Bureau should be aware and Agent Alvez should be encouraged to use his personal phone for personal calls, preferably not in the middle of a case either."

At this the whole team sat quiet while Rossi just grinned like the devil himself had offered him a fiddle. For a room full of profilers none of them could have anticipated that sort of message from the sheriff. What made it more confusing is that none of them used a work phone: they usually used their personal cells for communication on a case. All sensitive information came across on their tablets.

"This seems obvious, but Luke isn't married." Reid supplied. Everyone was confused.

"Luke, are you seeing someone?" Emily questioned trying to make sense of the message, Luke was quick to reply.

"No, gosh, no… I don't know why he would think that. I mean I don’t have a work phone… and I don’t call anyone on cases?" Luke was set at ease with the fact it wasn't too harsh of a reprimand and was trying to connect who the sheriff thought he was talking to. The only person any of the team members called frequently while on a case was Garcia.

"I didn't think so." Rossi's grin widened, "That is why I informed the sheriff that he had nothing to worry about and that you were just in communication with our lovely tech specialist. What I found hilarious was his words after that. He said, and I quote 'Well then the boy should put a ring on whoever his Garcia is. If he is going to work so hard to appease her, he might as well get a kiss or two for it.' end quote." At this the entire team started laughing while Penelope jaw dropped open. She personally was a little upset for the poor sheriff's view on marriage, but even more so Rossi had just brought the image of her kissing Luke to the forefront of her mind. Her imaginative mind that was harmlessly flirtatious on a good day and on a bad… she glanced over at Luke and immediately the two made eye contact. He just smiled, his infuriately charming smile, and turned to Rossi.

"The sheriff did seem like a smart man. He could have gone into business with that advice." Luke set the team off laughing again. Penelope tried to join in but what was meant to be a laugh was actually a disgruntled huff. Luke's gaze flew back to her at the sound but the conversation was already moving on. Before long it was time to dive into the work day and Penelope headed back to her office with Luke in toe. He could tell his joy-filled coworker, the same one that gave him hell day to day, needed him to check in. He could almost hear her mind thinking.

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"And why couldn't we kiss?" Luke was speaking before his mind could filter his words. Lord, he had meant to make sure Penelope didn't hold this against him and it seemed he was now on a one man mission to make it worse. Penelope had just reached her chair as his words prompted her to face him once again. Unease settled into her chest as she struggled to reply.

"Well Newbie," She paused as she let her whirling mind calm enough to formulate a cohesive sentence. Her hand arched into the air, "we couldn't kiss because, ah, because we wouldn't be able to stop laughing. I mean you kiss me? It just… well you know what I mean."

Luke raised his eyebrow, "Laughing, huh? That's usually not my style."

"I mean us Luke. I mean you and me. We couldn't even last a minute." Penelope almost groaned in annoyance. Now Luke just wanted to be infuriating. And a minute? Lord they wouldn't even make it to the kiss.

"You're wrong."

"What?."

"You're wrong Penny." Penelope's whirling mind stuttered to a rest. Her thoughts were frozen "I bet you we could. In fact, I challenge you to it. Then you'll know you're wrong."

Penelope was trapped. Part of her was still threatening shock, part of her was feeling very competitive, and part of her (a larger portion than she would admit) wondered what it would be like to kiss him. As crazy as is was.

"Okay," Penelope forced her mind to stop thinking as she walked over to Luke. She was confident his words held no real bite behind him. If he could play cool so could she. "Okay, Husband, try and kiss me."

Penelope let her words take on a mocking tone as she referenced the false assumption of the sheriff earlier. What she didn't know was the small kick to the chest her words inflicted on Luke. Husband. That word floated off of Penelope's lips and stole a breath from him. As she was drawing close there was a part of him stretching awake. A primal one that felt protective and on fire and couldn't stop seeking her eyes. The same part of him that followed after her to check in, yet this time it was somehow larger and deeper in ways he couldn’t articulate. He didn't have the time too. Penelope was walking toward him, a teasing smile firmly in place. He wanted to take that smirk off her face. He wanted to kiss that smile of her face.

So he did.

Just as Penelope got within a few feet of him, he reached out and planted a hand firmly on her side. He jerked her toward him. She fit snug against his broad chest. He felt the curve of her breasts, which were now pushed up turning Penelope's modest work dress into a more scandalous piece. He felt her breathing change as he caught her eye. The smirk was still there but her eyes… her eyes were wide with desire and uncertainty.

He twisted them around, one arm around her waist, and another reaching up toward her head as he pushed her back against the door. Then his lips were on hers. His hand was cradling her head as her lips gave against his. She was melting into him further. His heart swelled with emotion as he felt her respond to his touch. Penelope felt a shiver run involuntarily down her body as his lips moved languidly against hers. He was in firm control of this kiss, guiding her from one soft moment to a more forceful one. His hand moved from her waste down softly grabbing her lower curves. She somehow was brought even closer to him and Penelope gasped, opening her mouth. She felt Luke's tongue gently sweep against hers as he took the time to deepen the kiss. It was intoxicating, kissing him like this. Finally, just after she let a soft moan, Luke pulled away with a pleased hum. One that clouded her brain and she felt herself leaning into him, searching for more. Eventually though, Luke pulled back. His gaze met hers. Penelope struggled to say anything.

"Well, Luke, I'm not, um, I'm not laughing." Is what she settled on. She couldn't read him. Was this still a challenge for him? She didn't see it that way anymore.

"No Penny, you didn't laugh," Luke took it as a good sign she had used his name and that her breath was still a little unsteady. "You're trembling."

"Well maybe I'm not used to kissing coworkers all because of a misunderstanding." Penny lashed out. Luke saw hurt scuttle across her face and he knew she was slamming her walls back in place. He had to act.

"Well, neither am I chicka, but I was sure glad I did." Her gaze met his.

With that Luke brought her back for another kiss. Penelope's knees weakened as his mouth possessed her bottom lip. Luke let Penelope sink into him before he encouraged her mouth open again, this time running his tongue gently between her lips, asking for her entry which she eagerly gave, there was no playing coy in this moment. There were no walls: just Like and Penelope. Luke was determined to make kiss one last a minute. He knew the sheriff was a smart man, he just didn't know he was this smart.

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Violet Evergarden Ever After: Chapter 3

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No one would imagine that a single drop could be the start of something so big. However, it would earn itself great meaning after a while passed. Should it continue pouring, it could also summon boundless blessings and curses.

Love was almost like rain.

The Journey and the Auto-Memories Doll

That one was a rain of betrayal.

It started with a calm morning, the sky unfolding without any hints of being enshrouded in dark clouds. Regardless, it did not take too long for the capricious rain brought by the heavens to turn into a downpour rarely seen in recent years.

There was no longer any sign of the rain that had started to fall like gentle kisses from paradise on the black hats of gentlemen walking around town, over the backs of cats dozing under the sun or onto the cheeks of children who opened their mouths and burst into laughter. The current season was the end of summer, and it was raining for the first in a long while in Leidenschaftlich, where the skies were constantly clear in summer, but had the god that controlled weather gone crazy? With time, as if a bucket had turned over, the city was hit by a flood.

This story is about an uneventful day, which did nothing but pass, in the lives of people who worked at a certain postal company.

The rain and wind struck the entire building as if attacking it. The doorbell rang loudly because of this, a man standing in place and staring at it with unease.

Creak-creak, the door moved. Ring-ring, the bell resounded. Since it was ringing despite there being no customers, he had become concerned and found himself coming down from his residence in the top floor.

In the previous year, the building had been shot with rocket artillery, and not only had it earned an enormous hole but a fire had also occurred – however, thanks to the quick skills of workmen, the hole was now closed and the walls had been neatly rebuilt.

The man was a stylish redhead. He was the president of this company, which he had named after himself.

Claudia Hodgins had been left all alone in the empty postal office. Still, it was normal for him to be there, as it was both his home and workplace. However, since he was by himself at a time that would usually still be within business hours, no matter what, he looked like he had been abandoned.

The postal office had been in great turmoil because of the storm. Surely, so had its peers. With the deliveries stagnated, complaints were coming from the clients. Nevertheless, the transportation was not carried out by machines devoid of feelings. It was something done by humans, who had been given birth to by someone and who had families waiting for them when they returned home. In lieu of the unpreceded disaster, as the president, he had notified all employees that business would be closed for today.

To begin with, the customers had stopped coming in the middle of the day. If he had to say so himself, this might be the expected. Deliberately going outside amidst such strong wind and torrential rain was an act of sheer madness.

Curious about what was going on outside, Hodgins had approached the entrance from the side. He felt like attempting to open the large doors just a little. He wanted to see how inundated the ground was. Just when he slow and carefully reached a hand towards it, the door opened with force despite him not doing anything.

“Ow...!”

“Oh, my bad. More importantly, we’re screwed; it’s just impossible, Old Man!”

Hodgins was teary-eyed as his precious nose took a hit. He was lightheaded for an instant due to the pain, but soon regained consciousness. After all, one of his employees had come back dripping-wet. Hodgins pulled him – whole body wrapped in rain gear – by the arm, bringing him inside and closing the door. Although it was only open for a few seconds, the entrance was already drenched.

The visitor took off the hood over his head, allowing his face to be seen. He was a splendidly handsome and fine man of sky-blue eyes and sandy-blond hair.

“Benedict...!”

Benedict Blue. One of the postal company’s postmen, who had been working in it ever since its founding.

“It’s impossible – actually, it’s absurd! Working under this rain is absurd! I look like I’m in the bath already. I wouldn’t have come here if I weren’t soaked... Making the staff pull out was the right choice,” Benedict said as if angry-yelling, shaking his head in the same way that a dog or cat would and splattering water splashes at Hodgins.

This wetted most of Hodgins’s shirt and face, but he was unable to reprimand his employee, who had been doing strenuous effort. He accepted it in resignation, wiping Benedict’s face with the sleeve of his shirt. “Okay, stay put.”

“Uoh, what’s with you? Stop.”

“Welcome home. I was worried. Good thing you’re all right.”

“O-Oh. What, hum... I’m back... You were worried about me?”

“Of course,” Hodgins said, to which Benedict turned away with an obviously embarrassed attitude after a moment of bewilderment.

Outside, vases and planters that may have been at the eaves of people’s houses, as well as shop signs, had been turning into weapons for a while now, dancing around the city along with the wind. Managing to come back unharmed and safely amidst this weather, where one could not know what would come flying their way, was something to be happy about.

“I’m just fine. This job’s easier than running around shooting guns. Anyway, I was left with the letters and packages of a guy who fell from his motorcycle and came back by myself. Was best to do that, right?”

“Aah, so someone got hurt?”

“That newbie, Clark. But he only scrapped his knees. He fell lots of times when he was learning how to ride, but for real, it’s surprisingly depressing when you fall off other than during practice. He was crying, y’see.”

“Aah~.”

Knowing who the person in question was, Hodgins pitied him. He was the youngest postman to join the company as of late. It was difficult to find human resources for postmen as they were quick to quit.

“He’s young, after all...”

“You call him young but... he’s already a grown man. I wonder if he ain’t lying to us about his age... I thought he was a baby or something.”

“You can’t compare him to a city boy fresh from the battlefield like yourself. I’m gonna get you a towel and a change of clothes now, so don’t move from there.”

“Why?”

“You’d wet the floor. Don’t tell me to go around cleaning up where you walked.”

“Clean it up,” he said while laughing, to which Hodgins’s shoulders slumped. He was a reliable companion, but also a young man who knew not how to show respect for his elders.

——Well, guess I’m a so-called doting parent for thinking that’s cute – no, doting boss.

Anyhow, they needed towels, Hodgins thought as he went back to his room. He grabbed a few large towels and held a pair of trousers and shirt that Benedict would apparently fit into under his arm. Then returned to the ground floor. By the time he did so, the number of people had increased.

“Uwah... Amazing, it’s like squeezing a rag.”

There were three more other than Benedict. If they were to be separated by types, one of them had evacuated after receiving a report of work, one had evacuated after finishing work, and one had been ordered to clock out, but all had come back halfway through, as their bodies were about to be blown off by the overwhelming storm.

“Please stop.” There was Violet Evergarden, whose golden hair was in Benedict’s grasp.

“Why? You said your hair was wet.”

“You just want to touch Violet’s hair, Benedict. Isn’t that right?” Lux Sibyl, who had given up on wiping her glasses and was glaring at the empty space.

“That’s not it. Don’t say weird stuff, Lux.”

“You knooow, my hair’s just as long as Violet’s.” And Cattleya Baudelaire, who scowled at Benedict with her arms crossed.

The members who had been there ever since the founding were Violet, Cattleya and Benedict, but Lux, having joined midway, was now a skillful secretary who covered up the schedule of the employees and president and moved them around like chess pieces. As the four people whose ages were close to each other’s came together, the conversation naturally livened up.

“You—You’re that kinda thing. If I touch you in a place like this, it’d be that kinda thing. This is our workplace, so there’s all that kinda thing. Morally speaking, it’s that kinda thing.”

“What do you mean ‘morally speaking’?!”

“I wish you wouldn’t say those things even if you think about them. Right, Violet?”

“‘Public morals’...? Benedict, what am I from your point of view?”

“V, you’re like a little sister to me... Aah, Old Man, gimme another towel.”

It was a terribly joyful thing that the company’s young aces had returned to it safe and sound.

“Everyone, don’t move from that spot no matter what. Hey, Cattleya! Don’t move!”

However, wiping all the water off the bodies of those four turned out to be a bone-breaking work.

Out of kindness, Hodgins invited the four people who had gathered up at the postal company to his residence in the top floor.

The whole floor was his apartment, thus it was quite large. A family of five could live comfortably in it. The furnishings were arranged in wooden items and serene shades of dark brown and green. It was a relaxed, adult atmosphere, where was nothing particularly funny. It had a faint scent of the perfume that Hodgins always wore.

The invited four let out sighs of relief. The biggest reason for it, although there was also the fact that this was Hodgins’s apartment, was that they were able to escape the horrible situation outdoors. With the exception of Lux, three of them were tough enough to take part in the act of physically crushing other postal companies, but human beings could not win against natural disasters.

“Hey, what do we do? We can’t go home anymore, can we?”

“There’s nothing we can do. We got no choice but stay in Old Man’s place.”

“First time something like this happens, huh. But we’re all together, so... might be imprudent of me to say this, but... it’s a bit fun. Violet, are you worried about your home?”

“Yes, about the flowerbeds.”

“You should say ‘about the people back home’, V.”

“The two went on a trip, so they are away. I promised that I would take care of the flowers in their absence, which is why... I am worried about the flowerbeds. Besides, if that house were to be destroyed by this storm, this place would meet its end much sooner... We have little time left to live.”

“Don’t go from talking about your family to destroying the company, Little Violet. Hey, hey, everyone, you’ll catch a cold so get changed first. Put the towels in the laundry basket. Benedict, don’t throw the towels wherever!”

As told by Hodgins, the employees firstly decided to change their clothes.

Violet and Cattleya had just returned from a work trip of two days and one night, thus they had a change of nightclothes in their bags, but Benedict and Lux did not. Although there was a height difference between them, Hodgins had no issues with lending clothes to Benedict, who was also a man, but there was a need for careful selection when it came to Lux.

“Shirt... shirt, shirt; all I have is shirts.”

“Hum, President, I’m fine with anything.”

“Eeh... that okay?”

As a result, the boy and girl came into the scene wearing baggy clothes. Benedict looked almost the same as when he and Hodgins first met. When he was left to chance completely naked in a desert, he had borrowed a shirt and trousers just as he was doing now. He seemed pleased with it, however...

“Feels kinda naughty...”

...the problem was Lux.

“Benedict’s fine, but maybe it won’t do for Little Lux? Is this okay?” Hodgins asked everyone with a meek face.

They all had at last settled down, each seated in a place of their preference while sipping tea. The employees were relaxing as if they were in their own homes. Contrary to the peaceful state of the situation inside, there was still a sound of rain hitting the windows and a troubled noise of something colliding against the building outside.

“What is ‘okay’ supposed to mean?” Sitting on the sofa, Violet tilted her head. Being comfortably dressed in a dusty-pink nightwear gave her usually disciplined self a slightly soft and gentle air.

“Little Violet.”

“Yes.”

“Your nightgown is cute, huh.”

“The people from the household bought it for me. Well, what is ‘okay’ supposed to mean? Was there any problem?”

“Little Lux’s clothes.”

For whatever reason, they had the person in question standing in the center of the room. With everyone’s eyes on her, she seemed uneasy.

“Hum... why do I have to stand in the middle?”

“Little Lux, stay like that and don’t move.”

“All right.”

“What is wrong with Lux’s look? You mean to say it lacks adornment?”

“Why would that be the case, Little Violet?”

“You are the one who chooses attires for us Dolls and you have particularities regarding the clothing and accessories, so I concluded that you might deem the plain shirt as not enough.”

“No, no.” Hodgins flailed both hands. The things he was saying had a moral value to them, out of fear that her outfit was perhaps vulgar.

Benedict had dealt with it by securing her trousers with a belt, but as Lux had too thin a waist, the outcome was the belt falling off. In short, she was not wearing pants. Inevitably, she was dressed in nothing but a shirt. However, her short stature fortunately made it look like a shirt-dress.

As Hodgins explained his concern, everyone said, “I see.”

Showered with their stares more and more, Lux began to blush.

“It gives off a dangerous feeling when you think she ain’t wearing any, but on second thought, isn’t that the same for skirts? There’s actually an open hole in them, but it’s not visible, so they’re classified as clothes. No big deal, is it?” Benedict had been standing with his back against the wall just a moment ago, yet had suddenly drawn close to her and started examining her fixatedly.

“Don’t say ‘not wearing any’!”

“Well, I mean, you really ain’t wearing any... but that’s okay. No biggie. You’re probably not an option for Old Man, so no worries. Right?”

“That’s rude!”

“I’m saying you don’t need to worry about that kinda thing... Should I take mine off, then? I see; I’m fine with it. I’ll be the same as you. That all right? I’m gonna take it off.”

“Stop, stop, stop!” As Benedict put a hand to his belt while laughing, Lux repeatedly hit his chest with her fists to stop him. Lux was red up to her ears. “I can’t take this anymore! Violet! Take Benedict to over there!”

“Understood.”

“Owowowow, V, ouch, that’s not it; it was the Old Man who said weird stuff first. We’re friends, so I was showing that she doesn’t have to get hung up over something like...”

Caught in Violet’s arms, Benedict obediently sat on the sofa. Perhaps in order not to allow him to escape, she gripped his hands and sat next to him.

Cattleya cut through the silence, “The tea is delicious.” She was scattered over the bed. She must have been tired from returning from the Doll business trip. Her eyes were downcast. She might be sleepy.

“Cattleya, do you not have any comments to make? I want to hear lots of opinions.”

“Eeeh, me?” Cattleya joined the needless debate as if it were a bother. “Hmmm... if someone were making her wear this because it’s their taste, it’d be gross indeed, but there’s no other clothes for her... It’d also be horrible to leave her with just a towel wrap, so I think it’s valid. Speaking of which, President...”

“Hm?”

“You’re saying that even though you pick open-chested clothes for my Doll outfits? And the times you were choosing Doll attires for me, y’knooow, you were never so considerate to say ‘not this, not this either’ when discussing it with the people from the made-to-order store...”

Her manner of speech was somewhat thorny, but Hodgins did not make much out of it. “That’s because they look good on you.” Rather, he said decisively, with an earnest gaze and excessive confidence, “Because they look good on you. Is my judgement wrong?”

“E-Eh?” Being replied to so unapologetically, Cattleya’s reasoning jumbled up, to the point she found herself wondering if she was the one in the wrong.

The Doll outfit that Cattleya usually wore was composed mainly of a crimson dress-coat, so there was no mistaking that one could not wear it unless the person was remarkably stylish. In addition, there was also no doubt that it was lascivious. Whoever looked at her would find their line of sight momentarily going to her chest. Still, whoever looked at her would remember the woman named Cattleya Baudelaire at once.

“No... it’s not like your choices are wrong... but I only forgive you because you’re the boss. I was shocked when you first showed me that outfit! I didn’t use to wear something like that before.”

“Well, but y’see, an hourglass-shaped person looks more slender when the area around their collarbone is exposed, and it’s pretty.”

An evident question mark floated above Violet’s head at the unfamiliar word. Benedict pointed a finger at the tea set arranged on the nearby table. An hourglass used to measure the time it took to steam the tealeaves was lying there. Perhaps finding the similarity between it and a plump chest and dainty hips, Violet nodded as if convinced.

“You’ve got an hourglass-shaped figure with that slim waist, so I gave you a coat-dress that puts this on display. You can adjust it with the ribbon, so it’s not a pain, right? It has a wonderful line in mathematical terms, y’know? Plus, you also have a cheerful character, so it doesn’t look vulgar. That’s important. It means that outfit takes into consideration even the personality of the one wearing it. And the owner of that made-to-order store is famous not just in this country but abroad. The outfits of our Dolls are on a whole different level in comparison to other companies, aren’t they?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“I don’t want to bring this up, but they’re very expensive.”

“Eh, I’m sorry. S-Should I pay you back? Either that or you can dock my salary...”

“No, you’re my Doll, after all. Nobody waters a flower to get money off it, right? It’s fine, Cattleya. Just stay pretty. It’s exactly because I have obsessions over clothes that I don’t want to make a girl look vulgar. And it’s exactly because I like girls that I want to have them shine wonderfully. That’s also why I have a few complaints about Little Lux’s usual plain clothes, though...”

“I don’t know why you decided to run a mail service, President, but I accept that passion of yours. I’ll wear those clothes with care. But, President, I’m doing my best, so I want a new outfit. A cute one.”

Listening to the conversation of the two in silence, perhaps tired of going along with her superior, Lux looked at Violet and Benedict’s direction with a gaze that quietly asked for help. There was a gap on the sofa that seemed enough for one person to sit. Having locked eyes with her, Violet told Benedict to scoot over after a brief moment and patted the open spot. Lux sat next to them, looking happy.

“Violet, what’re you drinking?” Lux peeked at the teacup that Violet was holding.

“I wonder. I took the tealeaves that were in the kitchen. I do not know what type of tea it is.”

“Darjeeling.”

“Benedict, how did you know?”

“‘Cause that guy likes Darjeeling. All the tea cans he has are nothing but that.”

“Guess I’m gonna drink that too; my body got cold from the long time under the rain.”

“Heeey, the three of you who ended the talk before we noticed! Listen to what I have to say.” Hodgins put his hands on his hips, pretending to be angry.

“We were deviating from the main subject. We deemed that it was not a necessary conversation and took action prioritizing Lux’s rest,” Violet expressed with a clear voice tone.

“Besides, this talk’s about bedroom wear, ain’t it?” Benedict added a two-fold retort. The blond, blue-eyed duo that looked like siblings stared at Hodgins with questioning eyes.

“Ugh, I comply with you two no matter what you say when you both look at me at the same time, so cut it out. But I’m not giving up. I think she needs one more article of clothing.”

“Hum... President, I’m okay with this. I’m already thankful that I could borrow your clothes. Besides, when you make such a big fuss about it, things that weren’t lewd in the first place start to seem lewd, so to say,” Lux said, wanting to end this topic as fast as possible.

“The solution has come to me. Wouldn’t it be best if I took the shirt and trousers and had Lux wear this nightgown?”

However, Violet wound up rewinding it.

——Violet!

Lux hit Violet repeatedly in her mind.

“Ah~, that’s right. If that’s the case, I can do it too. But maybe my nightgown is too big? It’s a negligee just like Violet’s. The shoulder length might be the problem for this one...”

“Old Man, you gonna die if you don’t obsess over the stuff we wear? You ain’t. Give up.”

“No way. Days like this one don’t come by. All five of us are trapped in the company and we can’t get out. You’ve got no choice but stay here in my house, right? We’re having the best of parties, a pajama party. I want it to be a good one. But I can’t enjoy it when I’m worrying over Little Lux’s clothes.”

Benedict contemplated a reply to Hodgins’s words for a few seconds, but soon stopped. He was probably tired. He looked Violet’s way and asked, “Hey, you not hungry? I’m gonna take a look at the kitchen.

“Hey, don’t ignore me.” As Benedict stood up, Hodgins chased after him.

“Benedict’s gonna make something? Yay! You guys probably don’t know this, but he’s good at cooking.” Cattleya lined up behind them.

“I didn’t say I was gonna make anything, though... Well, if you’re hungry, I can do it.”

“I shall assist you.” Violet raised her arms, rolling up her sleeves. Her prosthetics made a creaking noise.

“V, you can cook?”

“To some extent. In the military, I used to make preparations for the cooking. Mrs. Evergarden... Lady Tiffany also trained me on it.

“M-Me too... I can peel the potatoes, and stuff.” Lux hastily went after everyone. In a trail, a big move to the kitchen began to take place.

“Lux. You don’t usually cook, do you? I can already tell by just that statement. I’ll teach you.”

“Most things get solved just by peeling the potatoes... Benedict, you’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“Am not, Potato Demigod.”

“Violet, Benedict insulted me!”

“Benedict.”

“Owowow! V—! Don’t poke my sides! A hit from those crazy-ass prosthetics of yours ain’t no cutesy way to poke anyone! It just hurts like it normally would!”

In the end, Hodgins was able to find a light feather-print sweater in his closet and gave it to Lux. As she put it on, with her short stature, its length became the same as that of a long cardigan, which Hodgins was awfully pleased with for how adorable it was.

The madder-red sky was not visible at dusk, the outside morphing into evening with no changes in the rainy weather.

Benedict made a soup at random with the vegetables available in Hodgins’s kitchen, which had seasonings in abundance, while Violet and Cattleya supplied it with cookies that they had brought back as souvenirs from their ghostwriting business trip. Lux brought over small candy marbles that she kept stored in her desk at the company, and Benedict, instructed by Hodgins, reluctantly took an expensive bottle hidden on the liquor shelf of the latter’s room.

“Hey, let’s rummage through the desks of everyone in the company. There are probably gonna be other ingredients in them.”

“If it’s Mr. Anthony’s desk, I think there’s definitely something in it. Mr. Anthony always gives me sweets... We’re in a state of emergency so I’m sure he’ll forgive us for it.”

“There were sweets in the reception guys’ desks. Would they get mad if we took them?”

“Definitely seem like they would. But this sweet... is one of the tasty ones... I wanna eat it.”

Lux, who was still growing, and Benedict, who had missed lunch and did not have enough with just the vegetable soup, procured more food. The sweets that the hungry thieves sneaked from the company employees’ desks turned out as what could be considered a big catch, and so, the five people trapped inside during a day of usual rain commenced a night party.

The five of different ages, genders and positions were already at a state where they could be deemed as a single family through the many incidents they had overcome and the time they had spent together. They laughed a lot, talked a lot.

“You remember when Violet brought Lux over? She went to negotiate it directly with Old Man with so much might, like, ‘I have picked up a puppy. Please give me permission to raise it here. Now, hurry’. They were holding hands and she wouldn’t let go of Lux, explaining the situation all at length as if to say she wasn’t gonna move until he gave the permission. The way Old Man acted so suspicious back then was a real blast.”

“I remember~! He was like, ‘Eh, “demigod”? Eh, “abduction and confinement”? Have you told the military police about that?’... President was so troubled, walking in circles around the two. It was the funniest thing of that year.”

“Hum... I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologize, Little Lux. You’re our main player now, so you did what you could to get where you are. You really exerted yourself in this unfamiliar land. Work for us forever, ‘kay? Rather, for me. Little Violet does some unbelievable stuff sometimes, but she generally doesn’t do anything wrong, so back then, her first-time deed shook up even someone like me, with plenty of life experience. Saying no didn’t even cross my mind.”

“I knew that President Hodgins would give you a generous treatment. If I had not concluded so, I would not have done such a thing. Thank you very much for that time, President.”

“Little Violet... Little Violet’s all grown up too, huh; you’ve become a wonderful lady...”

“Well, she’s got you as her example of guardian figure, after all.”

“I was raised by both Benedict and President Hodgins. You are my examples.”

“Eh, so I’m Old Man’s son...? Gimme the whole company.”

“No way! Actually, you’re taking a part of the company in the future, so that much should be fine, right?”

“You were serious about that? If you split the company...”

“Yeah, I’ll be the vice-president. V, call me Vice-President Benedict.”

“Benedict will be... the vice-president?”

“Violet, you haven’t been to the company too often because of work, right? I’ll stay as President Hodgins’s secretary, but some of the employees will go to Benedict’s side. That’s gonna be pretty lonely... Still, the company will be built inside the country, so it’ll be close in terms of distance. But it won’t be the same building anymore.”

“Other people... will also be gone.”

“Did I tell you that my role’s gonna change too?”

“I have not heard about that.”

“I’ll be transferred to training the newcomers. Violet, you’ll stay as you are. Well, between you and me, if we were to debate on which one should be the instructor, it’d have to be me. I’m good at looking after others.”

“Cattleya will be... an instructor...”

“I’ll be here like always. The Doll department that Little Violet and the others are in will stay in the main office and you’re largely in charge of the numbers in our Doll department, so your role won’t change.”

“Sounds like I don’t make money when you put it like that.”

“No, it’s not like that... I’ve been keeping the right people in the right places since long ago, right? I asked you to do this because I thought you could be everyone’s big sis. Besides, wasn’t it you, Cattleya, who immediately replied that you’d to it when I said your pay would increase if you became an instructor?”

“Well, that’s because I don’t know how long I could keep on being a Doll. It’s a job you can do even when you get older, but walking up mountains has been hard lately. Probably because of my high heels.”

They truly laughed a lot and talked a lot.

In their feel-at-home looks, they played card games, discussed memories of their trips and laughed holding their stomachs at silly stories. The night went on and on and the heavy rain outside gradually subsided, but no one said, “Let’s go home, then”. Days like these were a rarity. They all knew this much.

“I’m having lots of fun today. It’d be great if it were always like this.” The words that Cattleya muttered with a big smile spoke for everyone’s feelings.

Whenever a fun feast reached its climax, the loneliness towards the fact that it was going to end would cross the corners of people’s heads. That applied not only to this day that God had granted them but also to matters in the long run.

Perhaps the company named CH Postal Company itself could also be considered a feast to the people gathered in it. “May this dream, this fun time go on forever,” they wished.

The dream had begun with Claudia Hodgins. He then picked up Cattleya Baudelaire, Benedict Blue and Violet Evergarden.

“Make sure to just lick it. So, how’s that?”

They had built the company office building in Leidenschaftlich and started it together. As the postal business was a privatized one and the competitors were many, nobody could predict at first for how long this company would continue to exist.

“This stings.”

A local customer then came, earning them a large-scale contract in the delivery business.

“Eh~, you okay, Violet? You’re better off as someone who can’t drink...”

Their Auto-Memories Doll activities began to stand out.

“But everyone is changing.”

“Doesn’t that have nothing to do with drinking alcohol? I drink ‘cause I like it. If you don’t, then stop.”

“That’s right, Violet.”

“No... Major has a taste for drinking during meals, so I had been thinking of learning to do it one day as well. You are all changing one after another whenever I blink. I have started eating with other people quite often at work as well. I, too, shall adapt...”

Along the way, a girl who would later become a brilliant secretary joined them.

“I see... Then I want to try drinking too. I’m a secretary, after all. I have to eat out with other people. What kind of taste is it, if you had to compare?”

Despite the major changes in the personal life of each, all of them had contributed to the development of the company, to the point that they spent every single day being busy.

“Close to that of a perfume. In that it is hard to swallow.”

There would surely be many, many more changes.

“Hey, I can’t approve that opinion. Big Sis here will introduce you to delicious drinks. Rather than being taught by a man, you should learn from me. Lux, you can’t yet.”

Surely, their fates would twist further.

“Eh~?!”

“Benedict, bring another one. And something to crack it open with.”

For people to gather up, an encounter had to have happened. That was what it meant.

“Aight, aight...” Benedict stood up from the sofa. He had been dragged into Cattleya’s scheme, in which she had planned the conspiracy of attempting to make Violet Evergarden consume alcohol, because he himself had complied with it.

“O-Owah. Old Man. You were here?”

“‘Were here,’ you ask... this is my house.”

As they came across each other in the kitchen, Benedict had let out a brash voice without thinking. The reason might be that he perhaps was seen grinning as he walked in. Despite his nihilistic attitude, he was happy to spend time with his friends.

“I-I know. I was thinking you were taking too long in the toilet...”

“Cigar.”

With the kitchen’s small window open, Hodgins was smoking a cigar. All of the women despised the smell, so he rarely ever let them see him smoking. Just when Benedict was thinking about how he had suddenly stood up and disappeared, there he was, smoking in secret.

——He only smokes when he can’t calm down, though.

There was no better day to relax with their companions, and yet.

“Hey, take a look outside. It’s so quiet after the storm... like the wind. Even though it was so loud before.” Perhaps due to him being a little drunk, Hodgins’s face was red.

“True... Hey, need more booze. Ain’t there anything easier to drink?”

“Eh, why? You can’t give it to Little Lux.”

“Cattleya wants to make V drink some. Well, ain’t it okay? I think it’s about time she learns the ropes. Dunno when we’ll get to drink with her again... and it’s better to have people you get along with teaching you this kinda thing, right?”

“Eeh... it’s still too soon. If you insist, isn’t it enough to drip a drop of rum into her tea?”

“Can you even call that a drink? Make it a degree higher.”

Hodgins gave a strained smile. “Hey, hey, her big brother figure shouldn’t be saying this...”

“I say it because I’m her big brother figure. I mean, we’re getting more rookies. She’s the highlight of our Doll department. Eating with people is part of having a big job. Before she gets involved with someone who wants to make her drink...”

“Does this have anything to do with me telling you to be the branch manager?”

Hearing a slightly icy voice coming from the president, Benedict blinked. “No... sorta.”

“She’s still a child, and I’ll definitely always be with her in those kinds of places, so it’s okay. It’s still early to teach her how to drink. Nope, nope.”

“A ‘child’, you say... well, she’s got a childish side, but she ain’t one anymore.”

“She is – you, Cattleya and Little Lux, too, are all kids to me. Because you’re quick to do this kind of thing if I don’t keep an eye on you... My, my,” Hodgins said, blowing out the tobacco smoke. Mismatched as it was for someone with such a mature appearance, Benedict could get a glimpse of childishness in him.

“You’ll keep trying to do that from now on too? That’s impossible; face the reality,” Benedict bit out incidentally.

Silence.

Benedict’s words were not wrong. The CH Postal Company was growing rapidly as a business. The fact that the postal company led by Salvatore Rinaudo had withdrawn from the postal industry in the previous year had a major influence in this. They now reigned at a pivotal position in Leidenschaftlich’s postal service. The CH Postal Company would soon account for nearly all of the commissions from the people living in Leidenschaftlich. Other than being busy with work affairs, there were even discussions about relocating the head office because of problems with waiting areas and break rooms due to securing new employees.

“Like, you and I are gonna get damn busy. The Auto-Memories Doll department is gonna be the main organ of the head office and my place will be ordinary mail, right? We’ll be teaching people how things go, and I’ll be doing deliveries too. You’re the one with the busiest role. Anything and everything’s gonna be relayed to you. Getting to be close to your employees like until now while doing all that is just...”

It was natural for a company that had become bigger to do a corporative split-off and for one of their employees to manage the branch office. Benedict was still young but had the power to bring people together. The task would not be an impossible one if they put a veteran of the head office in charge of taking over it. They could do this, Hodgins had decided, thus he came up with the proposal.

“The regular meetings and other stuff that I take part in happen in the head office... It’s not like we won’t get to see each other.”

“Everyone will have a different post and position. We won’t get to see each other. Same for you, Old Man.”

“If it’s work, I can adjust it. I’ll do my best to administrate everyone so that the employees can get a time every now and then to relax like this...”

“Old Man, even if you do your best, V’s dating that nasty-ass military officer, so won’t they get married someday? Dunno ‘bout it, but... that’s why it’s impossible to always watch over us in the first place...”

Silence.

“Hey, don’t clam up.”

What was being thrust at Hodgins now was something that he did not want to look straight at, despite thinking about and readying himself for it. That was what he was being told.

“Hodgins – hey, Old Man.”

It was something that Benedict Blue had the right to say, exactly because they had been doing everything together from the start.

“Hey, don’t take it in a weird way. I ain’t saying this to be malicious. You left the Auto-Memories Doll department in the head office ‘cause your wish to watch over V is a big deal, right? I get it. She’s special to you.”

“That’s not it; I—”

“But she won’t be a kid forever. She’s different from back when she started working, with you teaching her everything. She’s someone who’s gonna let go of your hand one day. She ain’t your real daughter or your girlfriend. Then, if you had to say what she is, at the end of the day, she’s your employee. You’ll part ways one day. If you don’t get ready for that now, will you manage to get over it if she marries into that bastard’s family and he makes her leave the company?”

“Will you manage to get over it?” The question ruminated in Hodgins’s heart.

Benedict had shot him where it hurt without mercy. He was a gun expert. His aim was precise and the bleeding made Hodgins want to hold his own chest down.

——Will I recover if I ever have to be separated from Violet Evergarden? Hodgins pondered earnestly over the question. ——I don’t know.

He truly did not know.

Bonds were things that could not easily break off once they had connected, yet reality, time and busyness unpityingly caused the existence of “friends” to grow far apart.

——To the point that I don’t know, I...

Surely, a day like this would not happen five years from now. Their place to return to amidst the rain would be somewhere else.

——It’s not just her, but also you and everyone else.

To begin with, they might not even be working in the company itself anymore until then. More of them would fall for someone, nurture their love and move their places to be in life to their “homes”.

Twenty, thirty years from now, it might be hard for them to even work. Or they would not be alive – there was also that possibility.

The one who was more aware of this than anybody else was Hodgins, the oldest of them all.

——I’m the one who’s farthest apart in age.

That was exactly why he did not know.

“I have no idea.”

He did not want to see it. Did not want to think about it.

“I have too many things that matter to me, so I can’t make a move anymore. Y’know, you... you might aught at this, but... rather than when you’re young, getting hurt becomes scarier when you grow older. You start losing the energy to do your best and heal. It’s tiring. Still...”

Hodgins had thought that the youth in front of him, who referred to him as “Old Man” on a daily basis, was probably going to laugh, yet Benedict was expressionless.

“Still...”

He did nothing but listen. His posture of properly listening at times like these somewhat...

——...looks like Little Violet.

“Still, I know I’m the one who has to get moving the most. I’m getting everyone involved in the things I wanna do. That’s why I do what I have to. I also counted on you, because I trust you. I left it in your care. But... that and my feelings for her and you guys...”

“I get it.”

“...are different things, right? Y’know, you’re... mean. I’m like a foster parent to you, and yet... Even if you understand my loneliness...”

While Hodgins spoke as if bursting out, Benedict put a hand to his mouth as though to stop him. “I get it.”

Time halted completely.

Was he supporting the flustered figure of the one who was like a parent to him?

“My bad.”

Before he had noticed, he was carrying a load of things he must protect. Was he doing this due to realizing that he had left Hodgins to chance, thinking, “That’s because it’s him”?

“My bad. That just now was on me.”

Silence.

“I didn’t have to pick today to say this. Isn’t that right?”

“You think I’m being lame right now, don’t you?”

“Nah, you ain’t all that cool in the first place.”

“That’s a lie; I’m a generally-acknowledged beautiful young man... no, beautiful middle-aged man.”

“You might not be cool, but well, that’s what’s good about you. Right?”

Silence.

“The cool thing about my Claudia Hodgins is his uncool side.”

Since Benedict was speaking as if to comfort a child, Hodgins told him to “shut up”, slightly annoyed, yet burst into laughter nevertheless.

The rain caused all sorts of things to pour. The way that people were drowned by the drops trickling down from the sky inevitably made them think about something.

As dawn broke, Claudia Hodgins sat up, body heavy from not getting much sleep. When he peeked at his room’s bed, Violet and Cattleya were sleeping wrapped in the same blanket. On the sofa, Benedict was scattered about, snoring in a way that made him want to laugh.

Hodgins looked for where Lux Sibyl might be. He went down from the third to the second floor, and then from the second to the first floor. She was nowhere to be found.

While thinking it could not be possible, Hodgins opened the front door, and sure enough, he could see the figure of a girl walking down the street towards him.

The clothes she had put to dry yesterday were surely half-wet. What was it that she wanted to do outside so badly to the point of going this far? He understood when he saw what she had in her arms.

“Ah, President.”

Lux was holding a paper bag with a lot of bread in it. The amount was enough that the small girl’s face could not be seen.

“Little Lux... could it be you went to buy us breakfast?”

Thinking back, this young woman was the kind of person who was always quick to act when she was trying to do something for someone. That was all it took to be a considerate person, but without kindness in their heart, they would not turn out this way. The reason why Hodgins had nominated her his secretary was not just that she could do any sort of work.

“That’s so nice.”

“Yes, the bakery owner is very nice. I woke up a bit too early, and when I went on a walk to see how things were outside, the bakery was just about to open and they were getting ready... I went to take a look ‘cause it seemed so delicious and they told me to come in.”

“Ah, hm...”

“I was so touched when they said they baked bread for people who were hungry early in the morning, so I told them many thanks for selling them and bought lots of it. It’s the bakery from that street around the corner.”

“As expected of my secretary. Did you properly get the receipt?”

At those words, Lux showed him a smile that resembled a blooming flower. “Huhu, of course.”

For Hodgins, who had spent the night deep in thought about all sorts of things, that smile was a soothing one. It was like the water of a lake for someone who was feeling thirsty.

Hodgins wordlessly took the bag from Lux. “Little Lux, I’m seriously glad you came to us.”

“Only in this kind of situation, right?”

“All the time. Always. Little Lux, you’re still young, will probably keep working with us... and you’re such a good secretary... I’m the happiest CEO in Leidenschaftlich.”

“Are you going to hire me for life?”

“Eh?”

“Is that a no?”

“No, I could. But that’d mean working with me for life, y’know?”

“Is that bad? I have nowhere else to go.”

When asked with such an innocent look, Hodgins faltered.

“I won’t say the stuff Benedict does, like wanting the company for me.”

“Well, I might... end up giving it to you if you say that, so don’t ever. Hahah... Of course, keep working for us forever and always at my place. Huh, this is kinda like a marriage vow... Wanna take this opportunity and marry me in the future? Just kidding...” Upon thinking that the jest that came out incidentally was an unsavory one right after saying it, Hodgins looked at Lux’s reaction, only to find her staring back at him blankly. He had made himself into a caricature of an old man bothering a girl. “No, it was a prank! But hey. Little Lux, you might be the only one who can go along with me, so having this kind of small talk is... I-I’m not looking at you with dirty eyes, really! We’re too far apart in age, after all! We’re c-close enough that we can crack this kind of joke to each other, right?”

Lux pretended to think for just a few seconds. “Huhu, I can tell. That it’s a joke, at least. But not happening. We’re not getting married.”

And then, she flat-out rejected him.

“Ah, yes.” Although Hodgins would have been at loss if she had accepted it, his shoulders dropped somewhat.

“But President, I’m prepared to nurse you if you ever become unable to work.”

“Don’t... suddenly thrust such a cruel reality at me.”

“Eh, is it? From my point of view... this is quite a deep form of love. President, you’re the first decent adult who accepted me. I’ll devote my whole life to you.”

“Little Lux, you sure like me a lot. Gonna marry me after all?”

This time, Lux actually grinned and replied, “I’ll take that one home and consider it.”

“Amazing; that answer’s like the business talk at the company.”

“Because you’re teasing me... even though you’re well-aware that I don’t even know love yet.”

“Don’t know love yet”. The destructive power of those words caused Hodgins to regret his lighthearted proposal a little.

“Then, I’ll ask again in about five years. I should be at a nice middle age by then.”

“You say that, President, but you’re going on a trip with some hottie next week. I know it.”

The duo, who somehow seemed like they would or other be hanging together for a long time, returned to the office with bouncing chatter.

In order to make breakfast for everyone together, Hodgins and Lux stood in the kitchen by themselves.

Besides the already-baked bread, they would need drinks and vegetables. Those were merely simple preliminary preparations, but Hodgins felt that just this was somehow enjoyable, unlike doing the work on his own.

“President, you have yours with one sugar cube and a slice of lemon, right?”

“And for Little Lux, it’s two sugar cubes with milk, yeah? I know it.”

While arranging the bread on a plate, they also poured water over the tealeaves and left them to steam. Perhaps due to the scenery that could be seen from the kitchen’s small window being a blue sky with not a single cloud in it, it was awfully dazzling.

“Good morning.”

The next person who appeared amidst the morning sunlight was Violet. Her soft golden hair was just a bit disheveled. Hodgins’s hand naturally reached out to it.

“Morning... You’ve got a bedhead, Little Violet.”

“Excuse me...” Violet looked back at Hodgins as he caressed her head, seeming a little embarrassed. Her eyes were just slightly red. She might have not been able to sleep very well.

“Morning, Violet. Are Cattleya and Benedict also up?”

“Benedict was awake until a while ago, but when I got up from the bed, he began sleeping again by Cattleya’s side.”

“Morally speaking, it’s that kinda thing. I’ll go give him a warning.”

Hodgins laughed a little, seeing Lux off as she walked away while rotating her tiny shoulders. He then turned his gaze back to Violet. Her bedhead, which he had supposedly fixed with the caressing, had returned. For some reason, both of them being alone like this in a kitchen bathed in morning sunlight struck him as extremely peculiar.

Just the two of them, having such a tender time. How many more opportunities would they have for that?

They were already at it. He should talk about something. That was what Hodgins thought, but the words did not come out of him. Not because he had no topic to discuss. He could come up with as many things to talk about as he wanted, such wanting flowers to decorate the table or that they would surely have many customers today who were unable to come yesterday.

But he did not want to spoil this morning. He felt that it might crumble if he spoke even one sentence.

Violet was there. She had her blue eyes directed his way, looking at him. It was no longer awkward for the two of them to stay silent. That was their relationship.

Perhaps still sleepy, she was in a haze. He wanted to watch her standing amidst this gentle time for a little longer.

As she would usually always seem wide-awake, Hodgins believed that she was laidback to this extent due to being in the presence of people with whom she could be at ease from the bottom of her heart. That he had played a part in this feeling of security of hers.

——Will you forget one day?

One day, the position that Claudia Hodgins occupied in the life of Violet Evergarden would become smaller.

——She only gets bigger on my end, though.

Going to the hospital numerous times. Pushing her wheelchair. Giving her a notebook and teaching her how to write.

——I for sure can’t forget. These moments, days, everything like this with you.

The fact that he had not stopped her from fighting in the war. That he had thought they could use her.

——I can’t forget.

Delivering to Violet an outfit that could hide her prosthetic arms, yet that would also make her look her most beautiful.

——I’m sure I won’t forget about this morning either.

About that quiet morning, which was much like the one from before everyone was caught in the great storm and barged in.

Hodgins touched Violet’s hair again. Although she had told Benedict not to touch it, with Hodgins, she all but slightly left a strand in his hand’s care and let him take it, almost like how a cat would do.

——Aah, I want to hug you.

He was not in love with her. That would never be the case.

However, if she were his real daughter, on days like these, mornings like these, he would have easily said, “Good morning, precious” and embraced her.

“I had a dream, President Hodgins,” Violet whispered out of the blue with a freshly awake, faintly hoarse voice.

“Dream...?”

The stunning young woman, who was no longer a girl, talked about her dream like a child, “Yes; in the dream... you owned a clothing store.”

“Huhu, that so?”

“I cannot make clothes. You told me that you did not need me, President Hodgins, if I could not make clothes...”

“That’s horrible of me, huh.”

“Even when I said I could polish the shoes, clean up or do anything, you did not listen...”

Unlike the real one, the dream version of Hodgins had apparently chosen to part ways with Violet.

“Little Violet, what did you do about that?”

“I asked countless times. However, you rejected it countless times. I thought about standing in front of the shop until you allowed me in, but it started raining like yesterday.”

“Hm. And then?”

“Major Gilbert came to pick me up and told me to come home with him, but...”

“Hm.”

“I waited for President to come out of the store even as the lights went out.”

“Hm.”

“Despite waiting and waiting, President Hodgins did not come out, and at some point, a passerby told me, ‘This shop has moved’.”

“Even though it was open until just a moment ago?”

“It was a dream, after all... And then – and then, I asked where it was and went after it. Benedict and Cattleya also appeared in-between, but they seemed to have other things to do, saying they would come after me later... As for Lux, she was the only one who had been hired by you from the very beginning, so she also asked you to hire me again, but in the end, you said no could do.”

“Hm...” Suddenly, Hodgins felt so pained about everything that it was hard to breathe. “And then, Little Violet, what did you do...?” His hand reached out to Violet.

“I kept looking at the interior of the store beyond the shop window from outside.”

Not towards her head, but towards her eyes, where her golden lashes fluttered like the wings of a fairy.

“Inside it, many people – people that I know and do not know – came and left... showing how lively the shop was.”

A sea had silently formed in them, which dissolved and disappeared once Hodgins’s index finger touched it.

“Major came to pick me up for the nth time and said you had told him that my standing there was causing him problems. But, for whatever reason, I at the very least knew that if I stepped away from there even for a moment, you would never let me in... therefore, I could not comply. But I did not want to trouble you, President, so I was unable to make a decision... I attempted to ask Major for instructions, but he was also gone before I realized.”

The sea – the teardrop – turned into a pearl and slipped down her cheek.

“I... I... ended up crying.” Violet stared at the sky, the look in her eyes seeming almost as if the scene from her dream was there at this very moment. “To think I would cry like that...”

“Hm.”

“That was why President Hodgins would not hire me, I thought... And also why Major had grown tired and left.”

“Hm.”

“Then, without my notice, you came outside. You looked the same as that post-war day when you went to visit me at the hospital. You were very surprised with my appearance, as I was soaked with mud and rain. And so, you said this: ‘Guess we’ll start with how to hold a needle’. You told me that you had not invited me for the new job because it would surely be difficult with these hands of mine, so I was extremely relieved... Then, then...” Violet’s words cut off at once.

Unable to hold himself back, Hodgins pulled her into an embrace as if shoving her little head into his chest.

While being embraced, Violet said with eyes that looked as though she was still dreaming, “...with some effort, I could still be helpful. I was able to confirm this, after all.”

Hearing her let out a relieved sigh in his arms, Hodgins forgot about both his and Violet’s positions, clasping her to his chest very, very firmly. “You sure are helpful... Was there anything about me that made you feel uncertain?” Upon realizing that his voice sounded tearful, Hodgins allowed the tears to overflow at the truth.

——Aah, I’m such an idiot. Got caught up in it and ended up crying too.

As the girl whom he thought of as his own daughter, despite her being an actual adult, had shed tears, he found himself crying along with her. Almost like a child. Even though he was supposed to conduct himself as an elder in this situation.

“I do not know.”

“But, has anything like that ever happened until now...? You had that dream because you were uneasy.”

“‘Uneasy’... That might have been the case. Yesterday night, I came to know that many things were progressing while I was away, so I have the feeling that I was quite agitated.”

“Sorry; we were doing things on our own accord. Even though we’ve been together since the founding.”

“No, I am often absent, and it is only natural for some things to be decided in the meantime. I am an employee. I feel that your judgement is correct. Employees must correspond to the changes of a company. My surroundings are about to change significantly. I am grateful to you, President, for letting me be here like always. However...”

“‘However’...?”

“However, I do not know if I can cope with it. With the matters regarding Major, the ones regarding the company... with the fact that Benedict will be going to a different office building. When I think about these things...”

“It’s okay.”

“When I think about them, I realize that the number of things I should prioritize has increased too much.”

“Little Violet.”

“The order of priorities...”

“It’s all right.”

“I have to deal with situations of every kind as I live, and yet...”

——Surely, Violet Evergarden wouldn’t be alive if she didn’t do that.

Always, at all times.

She had been living through corresponding to her surroundings despite being at loss regarding its circumstances, putting everything she could do to use while looking for a place to belong and an adult who would take care of her. She was not allowed to waver. For beasts, hesitation was death.

Violet did not know unconditional love. She now had at last earned herself this warm place through her efforts, but it was about to suffer a rapid change with the course of time.

After running, running and running, Violet – previously one such beast – was watching the nest she had finally found crumble down. Even when people knew they had to prepare to start running again, there would come a time when they would be short of breath and unable to move.

Violet had gone from wild animal to person.

Her human parts and animal parts co-existed, occasionally revealing themselves. When she was the animal, she simply did not mind how much a place changed as long as she could live in it. However, it was difficult to live while holding something better, more important.

Now that she had become a person through the increasing of her emotions...

“I shall fight. I can always be of use. President Hodgins, please forget this aspect of me that I just showed you.”

...she had turned into just a girl who was a little bit scared of the future.

“Please... forget about it.”

Who had made her this way? Gilbert was likely the first, but the ones who had done the finishing touches were definitely all the people in this place.

“No way, I’m not forgetting.”

At Hodgins’s words, Violet lowered her eyebrows, looking troubled.

“Don’t make a face like that; I’m not teasing. I meant to say that you don’t need to worry about it. You indeed might’ve gotten weak. But is that a bad thing? You had nothing when you met me for the first time. Not even your brooch, right...? But now you have lots of things. You went on a journey for a long time and got more stuff to shoulder while you were at it, so it’s no wonder that you’d end up in a dilemma.” Albeit knowing that Cattleya, Benedict and Lux were looking at them in shock from the shadows at the doorway, Hodgins went on, “You know... life is a journey. Little Violet, you’ll go on this journey, won’t you?”

He had already forgotten about his anxiety. The feeling of frustration at such things and the overwhelming wish to cling to someone were now gone.

“You started your journey with a little less luggage than other people, so you’re staring at your bag now that it’s gotten a bit heavy, wondering what happened to it. You don’t know what to throw away anymore.”

He was able to think, from the depths of his heart, that he had returned to his usual self. While embracing her, who was indeed still young and confused in the middle of her journey, he was finally able to think so.

“You need clothes and money, of course, and good shoes are vital. Right, and an umbrella too. When you look into your bag and realize that you actually have nothing that you can get rid of, it’s indeed a problem. Even though it’s a hassle because it’s so heavy. What do you think you should do?”

He could still be useful.

“Train... my physical strength... No, calibrate my prosthetics...”

He was still needed.

“You’re such a fool... Either leave it in someone’s care and continue the journey or have someone take half of it.”

Even if it were only for a short while.

“Gilbert will probably take half of the luggage. I can take care of the rest that you can’t carry over here. I’ll be in Leidenschaftlich forever, after all. Little Violet, no matter where you go, I’ll stay here and wait for you to come back, and no matter when you come over, I’ll welcome you. I’ll take care of the contents of your bag with pleasure.”

——Even if you only remember me a few times a year someday...

“Listen up: whenever you’re troubled, remember that I’m here. And then you’ll be able to go on a journey again anytime.”

——...I’ll ready myself to welcome you at any time of the year.

“Am I really supposed to leave my luggage here?”

——I’m the kind of man who can do that, and you need it for sure.

“Hm-hm, that’s not it. Y’see, this is about memories. All you have to do is to know. That I’m here. This is the way to make your luggage lighter. Whenever you’re having problems, bam, remember me. If you do that, the worries you have now will definitely decrease a little. Y’know, at the end of the day... people’s place to come home to aren’t places, they’re ‘somebody’. You should know that much. You’d have gone to any battlefield if Gilbert was there, right? Someday, yes, you might quit being an Auto-Memories Doll. You might not come back to Leidenschaftlich.”

——It’ll be great if this “someday” never comes, though.

“But your current memories are with me. I’ll be a representation of them. So that you, my dear... will be able to open your memories anytime. When this moment right now becomes nostalgic to you, come see me. I’ll always be here. Waiting for you. You’re feeling ‘lonely’ right now. But... Little Violet. You have me. You’re not alone.”

——I want you to remember.

“I do not understand very well... However...”

——I’m always protecting you.

“...you have always guided me.”

——Waiting for your return.

“I never doubt your word.”

——I’ll be waiting here.

“But, President Hodgins, I have only one wish.”

——I want you to show up when your journey ends.

Deciding to deal with the sobbing coming from behind the door later, Hodgins opted for staying like this for just a bit longer. Her lover might get angry if he saw it, but he had the right to do it, at least to some extent. After all, she was Claudia Hodgins’s dear employee.

Hodgins asked with a particularly gentle tone, “What would it be, Little Violet?”

Violet blinked and looked up at Hodgins. The last drop spilled from her eyes.

“If, only if... there comes a time when you will quit the postal company and start doing something else...”

“Hm.”

“...please call me. No matter where you are, I will rush to you.”

“Hm.”

“I will definitely be of help... Even if not, should your luggage become too much, please call me when you need someone to carry it for you. I shall hasten to visit you.”

“For real?”

“Yes. I, too, will carry President’s luggage. You should know it. I am strong.”

“Huhu, yep, definitely. One day, you’ll understand what I mean by ‘luggage’. Hey...”

“Hiya, I’m Hodgins. What’s your name?”

Silence.

“This kid’s such a taciturn.”

“She... doesn’t have a name yet. She’s an orphan with no education. Can’t talk either.”

“That’s so terrible of you. She’s such a beauty. Just give a name worthy of her.”

“Little Violet, thanks for meeting me.”

Love was almost like rain.

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angstsfordays · 3 years

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Beautiful Pain (3)

Chapter Three- Found You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: Post-Blip, you started to feel lost when most of the Avengers team are gone. Coping with your loss, you still find hope in the connection with your remaining friends. However, it is not easy as everyone is trying to figure their lives after the Blip.

Having a long history with Bucky ever since you both saved each other from Hydra, you were still glad you had Bucky after all this time. However, as you try to give Bucky space to find himself after being pardoned for his past, you start to wonder if you should ever cross the line of friendship before it’s too late.

That thought might have to be put on hold though, when you, Sam and Bucky find yourselves having to deal with threats that continue to rise in a post-Blip world.

Chapter synopsis: The three of you decide to take matters into your own hands which lead to the most unexpected alliance.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Hey everyone! This chapter covers the second half of episode 2 and the beginning of ep 3. Subtle hints of Bucky x reader here and there, but more importantly I want to cover how the reader plays into the dynamics of relationships in the series.

More Bucky x reader interactions in the next chapter, I promise!

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Previous: Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two

Next: Chapter Four

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The three of you changed back to more comfortable clothes before meeting up to find the man that Bucky wanted you and Sam to meet.

Walking on the streets of a neighbour in Baltimore, you were curious to know who the mysterious man was. As Bucky continued to lead the way, a kid on the street called out to Sam calling him the Black Falcon.

You beamed widely at the innocence of the kid who was excited to see a hero he had known. Sam went on to correct the kid and ended up engaging in funny banter with the kid.

You couldn’t help but grin at how effortless Sam was with people. He was different from Steve but you knew that Sam embodied his spirit with his own character. He would be such as good captain in your heart.

Soon, the three of you arrived at the house and Bucky went to knock on the door. When someone came to answer the door, you tried to put on your friendliest face to greet them.

Bucky asked for someone named Isaiah to which the young boy in front of you claimed that there was no one of that name.

Bucky didn’t give up and continue pressing on, claiming that you all just wanted to talk. It wasn’t very obvious but you could tell the boy was starting to get defensive and reiterated his point.

He was hiding something and didn’t want the three of you to inquire further. As a last resort, Bucky asked the boy to pass on a message that he was sure to able to reach out to the person you were supposed to meet.

The boy told us to wait while he closed the door. Sam questioned about how Bucky had met this person to which he replied that they met back during the Korean war. If your calculations, that was almost 70 years ago which only meant this person must at least be in his nineties.

Your deduction was confirmed when you were all let into the house and you came face to face with an aged man. The man looked less than friendly and was looking over the three of you with a hardened expression.

Gingerly walking closer, you saw how the man known as Isaiah looked fit for someone of his age. Bucky started off by introducing both you and Sam to Isaiah and vice versa. You tried to put on a polite smile despite the tense atmosphere.

Bucky went on to explain how Isaiah was a hero and was once feared most by HYDRA, just like how Steve was and that they met in 1951.

Isaiah took over the conversation and that was when you learnt that Isaiah was with the U.S military and they had sent him to go after Bucky when he was still the Winter Soldier. You could the small smile forming as he retold of how he managed to take out Bucky’s metal arm in Goyang.

You thought that Isaiah was starting to warm up but as he continued speaking, you knew he was still reserved.

“I’m not a killer anymore,” Bucky emphasized to Isaiah but the aged man wasn’t pleased.

“You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be? It doesn’t work like that. Well, maybe it does for folks like you.” Isaiah responded as he stared back straight into Bucky’s eyes.

Bucky took a deep breath to steady himself before continuing on. He explained the situation that there were possibly more super soldiers like him and Isaiah. When you heard that, your eyes widened in shock at the revelation.

“I’m not going to talk about it anymore.” Isaiah was seething with anger and threw a metal box into the wall. The non-blunt object that impaled into the wooden wall only serves to exemplify how Isaiah was enhanced like Steve and Bucky.

You winced at his action and looked over to see the young boy who you presumed to be Isaiah’s grandson looking down in silence.

Isaiah stepped closer towards Bucky and spoke once more. This time, instead of lashing out, his voice was shaking.

“You know what they did to me for being a hero?” Isaiah paused shortly before speaking his next sentence. “They put my ass in jail for 30 years.”

Once you heard his words, you immediately looked down with indescribable emotions. Isaiah continue to tell of how he was treated like nothing more than an object, having people run tests on him, taking his blood and going into his cells.

“Even your people weren’t done with me.” Isaiah directed his words at Bucky once more.

Sam tried to calm Isaiah down but the man was livid. He shouted for all three of you to leave his home and everyone retreated without a question. As Sam and Bucky filed out of the door, you turned your back to throw a last look at Isaiah who was still fuming silently.

You gave a slight bow to show a sign of respect and apology.

“A warning, miss.” Surprised to hear Isaiah speak to you directly, you looked up to meet his eyes.

“My grandson spoke of you before. You and I are the same even if we were made differently.”

“What? I don’t understand.” Blinking your eyes in confusion, you waited to hear Isaiah’s explanation.

“I don’t know how you have gotten your abilities. But if you don’t stay low and keep your head down, they will come for you and do the same things to you that they did to me.” You took a sharp intake of breath at Isaiah’s warning. It only heightened the fears you already had, making it more real.

You thanked Isaiah quietly before making a move to catch up with your friends. When you reached the steps, Bucky and Sam were already walking ahead of you.

You proceeded to follow them before glancing back to see Isaiah’s grandson giving you a nod of acknowledgement before he closed the door. You could already the argument as Sam confronted Bucky on why he only let you two know about Isaiah only now.

Sam continued to question why there was a Black super soldier decades ago and why nobody knew about it?

“Guys, let’s not do this here-” You tried to intervene when you noticed a police car driving around the corner to where you all were.

The car stopped at where you all stood and the officers stepped out to inquire about what was going on. Sam replied that everyone was just talking and it was nothing to worry about. When the officers started asking for identification, Sam remarked that he didn’t have any.

Bucky tried to pacify the officers who insisted to engage in the situation. It was not a pleasant exchange of words as it seemed like it was going nowhere with the officers trying to probe and Sam trying to deflect.

“There’s nothing going on. We are all just friends talking things out.” You tried to give a brief but succinct explanation to get the officers to back off.

The officer clearly ignored your words before continuing to ask Bucky if Sam was bothering him. Bucky had it and went ahead to ask if the officer actually knew who Sam was.

Another officer came up to whisper into his partner’s ear and you could hear him telling him of your identities. The officer quickly retracted his initial behaviour and apologised to Sam.

“Mam.” You see the officer now acknowledging your presence only when he knew of your title.

You just grimly stared back in response before looking around to see that you have gained the attention of onlookers in the neighbourhood. The officers went back to the vehicle while Bucky continued from where you all left off on the conversation.

Bucky explained that he didn’t let anyone know about Isaiah since the man had been through so much. You had to agree on his reasoning and you knew Sam did too.

The officer came out again to let Bucky know that there was a warrant out for his arrest.

“Look, the president pardoned him for all that,” Sam interjected but the officer claimed it was not for that reason. Instead, Bucky had missed his court-mandated therapy and that was akin to missing a check-in with a parole officer.

He apologised before having to call for Bucky’s arrest. As Bucky walked over to the car, the officer took out the handcuffs. That set you off as you marched forward.

“Hey, don’t treat him like a criminal. He’s not going to do anything.” You tried intervening to which the officers telling you that it was standard protocol.

“Don’t worry, doll. It’s fine.” Bucky gave you a brief smile before getting into the back of the car. He gave Sam a last look before giving you one that tried to reassure you once more. As the police car drove off, Sam approached you and you two made your way to the police station together.

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Once you arrived at the station, you sat with Sam as you waited for Bucky’s release. From the corner of your eye, you could see Dr Raynor, Bucky’s therapist coming to approach the two of you.

“Sam, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Dr Raynor extended a hand to Sam before continuing to introduce herself. As you met eyes with her next, she moved her hand to you and you returned the gesture.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N.”

“Likewise, doctor”. You exchanged pleasantries with her before Sam gave his thanks to her for getting Bucky out. Dr Raynor denied the credits for it and the two of you exchanged a confused look before you heard a familiar voice.

“Christina!”

You and Sam managed to mirror the exact same expression before he inquired how Dr Raynor knew John Walker. Apparently, they worked together back in their military days.

What a small world.

With a smug look, John claimed that Bucky would not need to follow a strict schedule which raised your brows in question. Dr Raynor asked whose authorization was this on to which John pointed to himself with a pleased smile.

You wished you could wipe it off his face.

“He’s too valuable of an asset to be tied up. Just do whatever you go to do with him, then send him off to me.” That word was a trigger for you. Knowing Bucky’s past and how that word only reduced him to some sort of objectification. You couldn’t help the need to say your piece to him.

“Don’t talk about him like that.” You shot back to Walker and he gave you a quizzed look. “Like what?”

“Like his only value boils down to how well he can fight for your task force. You talk about him like he’s some object for your use when he’s a person.” You tried defending Bucky’s honour.

Sensing your enmity, John raised two hands to show that he meant no harm.

“A little bit too much here, Y/N. You’re his girlfriend or something?” John’s casual remark took you aback especially for what he implied in the second sentence. A sudden sense of shyness overcame you as you did not what to say in response.

You struggled for the right words to say and looked over to Sam who gave you an inquisitive look before you saw Bucky coming out. You made no indication to give John Walker an answer as you made your way towards your friend.

You could hear John saying that he had unfinished business with Bucky, Sam and you before indicating he will be waiting outside.

“Hey, you okay?” You spoke softly to Bucky who nodded in response. “They didn’t do anything to you, right?” You added on. Your worry for Bucky only made him grinned at how you were so concerned over him.

Bucky placed his hand at the back of your head and stroked your hair to calm you down.

“I’m fine. Really.” Bucky tried to convince you as you pouted. His hand mover over to your cheeks as he went on to hold your face gently. Bucky gave you a small pinch on your cheeks to tease how you could look cute while being worried at the same time.

“James, condition of your release, a session now. You too, Sam.” Dr Raynor instructed. Sam tried to excuse himself but Dr Raynor was not having it, saying it wasn’t a request. As she looked over at you, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“Would just need these two boys. You’re fine, dear.” Nodding politely to her, you tried to tell the boys to behave with a faked stern expression as they turned back to give you the last look before they walked off with Dr Raynor.

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Turned out the session didn’t really go well when you saw both men walked out with hardened expressions on their faces. As the three of you stepped out of the precinct, you saw a flash of red and blue lights accompanied by the sound of a siren.

You looked over to see John and Lemar leaning against a police car and reluctantly approached them.

John once again tried to propose that it was better to work together. Sam considered it for a moment and decided to inquire further. Apparently, the leader of the Flag Smashers is Karli Morgenthau. Civilians have been helping this group to hide safely from the authorities and move to new locations discreetly.

Her rough location was predicted to be in displaced communities across central and eastern Europe. Bucky being the cynic he was towards John Walker tried to get John Walker to give an exact location.

The two of them gave heated exchanges before Bucky decided to taunt John Walker. You could see the latter’s patience wearing thin. He was trying to be patient and nice with all of you all this while but you were all hard on him.

You almost started to feel a little bad.

Sam stepped in before it felt like things were going to escalate and reiterated the most important point- which was that the Flag Smashers had to be stopped at all costs.

They were too dangerous to be roaming out freely on their own. Shoot, it sounded hypocritical coming from you when you were experiencing the same thing. They weren’t killing anyone, they were just trying to deliver medicines and vaccines to vulnerable communities.

Was that really a bad thing? You thought.

You turned your attention back to the conversation and picked up from how Sam said that it was better that you all were separately from John and Lemar. After all, you were all free agents versus them working under an establishment.

It would be challenging for you three to have to conform and work with stipulated regulations and authorizations. That was your cue to walk away but John spoke up once again, stopping you in your tracks.

“A word of advice then. Stay the hell out of my way.” It sounded more like a threat than advice.

“Y/N, last chance. The offer still stands.” John Walker shoots his last shot towards you. You peered over to see Bucky and Sam staring at you intently.

You shook your head before you spoke. “Sorry, I’m with my boys till the end.”

“You will regret it.” John tried to make you feel bad but you knew it wouldn’t work on you.

“We’ll see, Walker.” You just threw a smirk and a mock salute his way before turning back.

Sam clapped you on the back and rested his hands on your shoulder as you all walked off. Bucky placed his arms around your waist and gave you a gentle pat on your side.

For once, they were on the page on something and that was being proud of you.

As the three of you contemplated on what to do next, Bucky insinuated something in his words. Sam knew what he was implying immediately tried to refute the idea.

When the gears started shifted in your brain, you grabbed onto Bucky’s arms to stop him in his tracks. You shook your head before the words even came out.

Letting out a sigh, he tried to talk reason to you. “Doll, you know he is the only one to know all of HYDRA’s secrets. Don’t you remember Siberia?”

“Yes, which exactly why it is a bad idea! Do you remember what he did to you back then? To us? He’s scheming and manipulative, you can’t trust him.” You argued back.

“Y/N, he has a point if we want a start.” Sam chimed in to convince you. You begrudgingly gave in as Sam continued.

“So you’re just going to go up and sit in a room with this guy?” Bucky gave a hesitant yes.

Sam gave it a few more thoughts before affirming that it’s time to pay Zemo a visit.

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The trip to pay Zemo a visit required you to pack up and head over to Germany. Standing outside the prison, your gut still told you that this was a bad idea.

Who knows if Zemo might try to get into Bucky’s head again?

Once you were led through the corridors nearing Zemo’s cell, the officer left you, Sam and Bucky. “I’m going in alone,” Bucky stated citing that considering Sam and you were both technically associated with the Avengers.

Sam refuted his reason as Zemo was still viewed as dangerous, given that a man like him could have broken up the Avengers.

Bucky emphasized that Zemo was obsessed with HYDRA and they had a history together. Your rolled your eyes at the comment and still showed your disapproval.

“Trust me, I got it.” He told Sam before looking back at you. Bucky knew you had reasonable doubts but he had to do this on his own. He placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressed it affectionately for a short moment before letting go and walking off.

As you waited outside with Sam, the two of you kept quiet for a minute before Sam spoke up first.

“You know, I’m not the biggest fan of cyborg in there but he’s really lucky to have you.” Looking over to Sam who gave you an endearing gaze like a big brother would, you muttered a quiet thanks, not knowing what else to say.

“Tell me, how do you stand that grumpy old ass? Seems like he’s not a great company with his brooding all day.” Sam tried to quip to make the conversation light-hearted. You chuckled at hearing his usual snide remarks about Bucky and then took a moment to think about his question.

“He does not brood all day. You just need to know how to make him smile and laugh.” You answered thoughtfully, unbeknown to you Sam was quietly observing the expression on your face.

Your bashful grin did not go unnoticed by him but you didn’t know you were even making such an expression when you continued to talk about Bucky.

“Bucky is a cynic at times, but he’s such a softie. You know he always has lunch with his 70-year-old neighbour on Wednesday to keep him company. The man’s son passed away many years ago and he had no one left. Bucky is the only one he interacts with on most days. ” You painted a different side of Bucky, one that you were familiar with and you hope Sam could learn to know.

“After all he’s been through, I believe Bucky can overcome anything that comes his way. I hope that I can help to find himself and find peace with himself again. He deserves to be happy.” You got so engrossed in singing Bucky’s praises that you didn’t notice Sam observing you with a gleeful look.

When you realised that you have been rambling, you paused yourself to look over to see Sam with a weird expression.

“What?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Besides Steve, I can’t see anyone who likes him as much as you do.” His words got you flustered as you felt him implying it in a different meaning.

“Well, as friends of course-” You tried to correct the context before he stopped you from finishing your sentence.

“Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that, sis.” Sam placed his arms around your neck and ruffled your hair playfully.

“Hey!” You countered back playfully before the two of you continued to play around light-heartedly.

Your lively banter reminded you of the lighter moments from your Avenger days with your friends and you suddenly paused in our actions to give Sam a hug.

“I missed you, Sam.” Before you knew it, the tears started welling up as you started to think about old friends.

Sam returned the hug and he knew by your words what you had meant. Before Wanda, you were the youngest in the team and everyone doted on you like a baby. Even with new additions to the team, everyone still regarded you as a darling. Losing half of the team in the fight with Thanos would have the most impact on you.

Looking down at you quietly sobbing in his arms, Sam thought that even though he had seen you grown up over the years, you were always still the little sister figure in the team.

Even though you were given such extraordinary abilities and viewed as a powerful fighter, he thought that you were no different from any ordinary woman trying to live her best life.

You once confided in him that you hoped to quickly retire from fighting and live a life that would truly make you happy. The guilt started seeping in as he knew he had unknowingly dragged you back to another fight.

Once this was all over, he hoped that you can be free to live that life you wanted.

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Once the visit was over, Bucky led you and Sam to a garage. He suggested the idea of breaking Zemo out of jail and both of you immediately threw up arms.

Sam thought Bucky lost his mind and you did too. Sam started listing off the reasons why getting Zemo out was a bad idea and you added in your piece. Bucky still seemed to be insistent on the idea and you literally grabbed your head in frustration.

When Bucky tried to reason and come up with a hypothetical, you already knew he was up to no good. Bucky continued talking about how a plan could be formulated to break Zemo and it sounded way too well thought out.

Sam felt uneasy just like you and exclaimed to ask Bucky where exactly you all were. When Bucky didn’t answer, Sam already turned his head to see movement from across everyone. You turned your head too to see someone entering the scene and you had a hunch you knew who it was and that you weren’t going to like it.

As Zemo stepped forward in prison warden’s uniform, you were stunned for words but more importantly, you were outraged.

“Bucky! I can’t believe you-” You exclaimed.

“Doll, let me explain.” He tried to pacify you.

“I didn’t want to tell you two because I knew you two wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky tried to justify his actions and held Sam back from moving onto Zemo.

“You’re going back to prison.” Sam directed at Zemo before turning back to Bucky.

Zemo, for the first time, tried to speak up in the chaos.

“If I may-”

“NO!” Sam and Bucky shut him down immediately. You skipped ahead to go up to the man and grabbed him by the collars. Your hands were threatening to light up with your bright energy flames and Zemo showed a fearful look beside his usual demeanour.

“You’re gonna get it from me, you punk!” Your teeth clenched as the words came out and Zemo held his hands up in surrender.

“Apologies, miss. I mean no harm.” You felt Bucky holding you back and untangling your fingers from Zemo’s collars.

“Y/N, please listen to me first.” You unwillingly gave in once you saw Bucky give you a puppy-eyed pleading look. You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists before giving him a look that said you were willing to listen.

Bucky looked over to you and Sam, trying to appeal for your co-operation. “The two of you backed Steve when he refused to sign the Sokovia Accords. You both broke the law and stuck your neck out for me. I’m asking you to do it for me again, please.”

“I really think I’m invaluable-” Zemo tried to appeal himself but he was met with Sam’s telling of him to shut up. You turned to glare at Zemo and he backed off once more.

You and Sam looked at each other, subsequently both coming to agree on the plan. Sam then turned to Zemo and warned him to play any games. Zemo was not to even move without permission and he agreed that it was fair.

You later learnt that you were in Zemo’s personal garage and while you were amazed by his car collections, you made sure to not get distracted while you were around the man.

Zemo made clear that his intentions were to end the Winter Soldier program and thus your goals were aligned in stopping the Flag Smashers. He was even confident in knowing where to start as he gathered up his things and continued to lead the way.

You still couldn’t believe that you had to work with the man that framed Bucky and caused the lives of many innocent people to be taken away.

You could never trust him entirely and you made sure that if it counts down to the worst-case scenario, you would be willing to go further than you usually did in handling people like him.

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Testing spots | The Fantastic Three

Diavolo, Lucifer & Barbatos

A/N: Due to... Certain circumstances my sweet girl @otomiya-tickles ended up supporting me ☕ and of course, I wrote something for her!

I hope you enjoy this, dear! And I hope it quenches your thirst for ticklish! Diavolo, because we have so much of that in this fic, hehe. Thank you for your support and help, dear! I will always love you 💕 (I also apologize for the wait!!!)

Summary: Diavolo is trying to relax as he drinks his tea, worried that he might end up drinking the whole thing before Lucifer arrives. What is taking him so long? He'll discover it first hand!

(A little shippy, if you squint)

Words: 4k (aaay)

“Today’s tea is my Lord’s favorite.“ Diavolo smiled brightly as Barbatos poured him a cup of Hellfire Rose tea, the liquid almost reaching the brim. “I hope you enjoy it to the fullest.”

Diavolo nodded before taking a deep breath. The appetizing aroma filled his lungs until they burned. “Thank you as always, Barbatos. Please take a seat as well.”

Barbatos smiled back at him and bowed his head deeply as he graciously poured himself a cup of tea and took a seat at Diavolo’s left. Diavolo nodded in approval and he looked down at his own cup; in other circumstances, he would normally wait for his guests to arrive to start drinking his own tea, but his guest was late and he could never resist a cup of Hellfire Rose tea, so might as well…

“Ah, wonderful,” he whispered after a sip, his tongue burning a little. “I hope Lucifer hurries here or else, I’ll have to drink the whole thing myself.”

“Suit yourself, My Lord,” Barbatos whispered and Diavolo chuckled behind his cup.

Tea parties were always a delight to Diavolo. It was his peaceful time. He didn’t have to worry about RAD nor any other matter that came with the responsibilities of being the Crown Prince of the Devildom.

Whether it was with Barbatos, Lucifer, or both, he could always enjoy this glorious leisure time and talk about things that wouldn’t cause his stress to rise to the Celestial Realm and make his heart feel lonely and heavy.

So, with a light heart, he started a conversation with Barbatos, flashing sincere smiles and letting out gentle chuckles that would make anyone’s heart flutter.

“I wonder what is happening with Lucifer,” Barbatos said, checking his watch. “He’s not usually late.”

“Yeah. Maybe I should send him a message-

“No need. I've arrived.”

Both Diavolo and Barbatos looked back to see Lucifer, and their reaction was the exact same: eyes slightly widening and an eyebrow raising in surprise.

“Lucifer? What happened?” Diavolo asked as Lucifer took a seat right in front of him, fixing his tie and vest and even his hair.

“It wasn’t nothing like that,” Lucifer answered, shooting a glare at Barbatos, who in return only chuckled behind his gloved hand. Diavolo bit his tongue to stop a chuckle of his own. “Unfortunately, I got engaged into a... mess before leaving the House of Lamentation with my brothers and that human of ours."

"Oh? Ours?" Diavolo chuckled, sharing a knowing smile with Barbatos before taking another sip of his tea, Lucifer's cheeks turned pink. "So what mess was it? Did you all get into a fight?"

"More like a battle. Mammon had the great idea of starting a... tickle fight with all of my brothers and the human. I wanted to-

“Ah, did you get caught?” Diavolo teased, smiling playfully at Lucifer.

Lucifer rolled his eyes shamelessly, “Of course not. I wouldn't let them touch me even if they tried. As you both can see, they did try, so I had to play their stupid game to get out of it.”

"You're no fun, Lucifer! What's the point of a tickle fight if you don't get tickled?"

"Tch. First of all, I didn't want to get involved, I was forced to. And what do you know about tickle fights?”

Diavolo laughed softly, drinking more of his tea. Well, Lucifer had a point there. Diavolo had never experienced tickling before, but he knew it was something beings do to create bonds with the people one cares for. He’s seen humans playing around in the Human World, even some demons here in the Devildom and, to his eyes at least, it seemed like something fun to do.

Was it that horrible?

"So,” Diavolo started, totally ignoring Lucifer. “In other words, if I force you, will you get involved into a tickle fight with me?” Diavolo laughed at Lucifer’s offended expression, he could hear Barbatos chuckling at his side. “Oh! Maybe we should do a contest!” Diavolo beamed.

Lucifer nearly choked on his tea. “Good grief, please no. If you want to be tickled that bad, I'm sure Barbatos will be happy to do so,” he said and Diavolo looked at Barbatos.

"I'll do whatever my Lord wants me to,” Barbatos answered with a smile and Diavolo laughed.

"Yes, thank you, Barbatos, but the fun part about a tickle fight, it's the fight! The name says it all!”

“I see. Then you’re welcome to join my stupid brothers and your favorite human, if you want.”

It was Diavolo’s turn to blush, but he continued talking as if he didn’t feel the heat gathering on his cheeks. “Now, Lucifer. You know I can’t do that! They wouldn’t dare to touch me.”

I am the Crown Prince. He wanted to say, not to brag about his title, but because he knew not many people dared to disrespect him… even when he wanted to be part of some unharmful fun.

Of course, he didn’t need to say anything else because Lucifer, (and he was sure even Barbatos), understood his words right away.

Lucifer took a sip of his tea and Barbatos, (his lips stretched into a playful smile), poured more tea into Diavolo's cup. Diavolo took one, two, three sips and the whole tea was gone again, but Barbatos served some more for him.

So that was the end of the conversation? Diavolo couldn’t help but feel… disappointed. He didn’t actually expect Lucifer to give up to his request that easily, but now he was feeling way more curious about this tickling thing.

Maybe the House of Lamentation was not a bad idea after all? He sipped in more tea, wondering if he was still in time to join the fun. If he hurried-

“Stop drinking so much tea, you’re going to wet yourself.”

Diavolo blinked in surprise. “Ex… cuse me?”

Lucifer stared at him, “what? Didn’t you say you wanted to have a tickle fight? We are having one. The three of us,” he said, looking at Barbatos, Diavolo also turning to look at his butler.

Barbatos laughed softly. “I am up to it if that makes my Lord happy.”

Diavolo looked at them both not knowing exactly what was going on, but as soon as Lucifer stood up, Diavolo followed suit, his shoulders a little tense and a funny bubbly feeling swirling in his chest.

Lucifer laughed, “what is it? Are you nervous already?”

Diavolo cleared his throat. “Are we really going to do this?”

Diavolo felt suddenly too aware of his two companions. Lucifer was smiling teasingly at him and Barbatos was still sitting down, watching with also a teasing smile on his lips.

“I… don’t know how to do it,” Diavolo confessed sheepishly. Perhaps this was a bad idea? How could he possibly do something like this when he hadn’t done it before?!

“It is easy. You just try not to get caught and if you catch us just wiggle your fingers against our torso, or something like that,” Lucifer explained awkwardly and, to be honest, Diavolo was as clueless as he was before that explanation, but he couldn’t help but feel excitement rushing through his body.

“I do not have much experience either,” Barbatos said with a gentle smile, finally standing up and making Diavolo flinch away without wanting to, Barbatos chuckled. “But I can definitely try.”

“Very well. At the count of three we’ll start. Ready.” Diavolo gulped, but nodded softly. “One… two… now!”

Diavolo’s first instinct was to launch at them, but to his big surprise, the other two demons launched right back at him and before he could react, the three of them were tumbling down onto the fresh grass of Diavolo’s garden.

“Wha- What are you- Ah! Wait! That’s- ahahahaha!”

He didn't know who it was, but one of them was rubbing deep, gentle circles against his lower ribs: thumb pressed right on top of his bones and the other four fingers pressing on the back.

He never felt something like this before. It felt as if the muscles around his ribs were being… electrocuted, and the sensation climbed from the lowest set of ribs to the highest.

His body jerked away from the touch and the laughter- oh my, it was so weird to feel the sudden urge to laugh. He knew the electrifying sensation was making him laugh so brightly, but he couldn’t just place the two things together, it felt- it just felt so weird, however, he couldn’t say he hated it.

Was this a common thing?

"Wai-ahahahaha! I d-doahahaha!" He couldn't talk! No matter how hard he tried, his always coherent speech was lost in waves of uncontrollable laughter.

Diavolo tried to move his hands to cover that tender spot at the bottom of his ribs because it seemed that, whoever was tickling him there, was going to abuse that spot to the fullest; but he found out that he couldn't move his hands- no, he couldn't move his whole arms at all!

"Oh? It seems that Diavolo is way more ticklish than I expected." He heard Lucifer saying over his laughter as he tried to pull his arms free.

Diavolo wasn't completely sure, but it looked like Barbatos and Lucifer had teamed against him and the reason why he couldn't move his arms was because they had them pinned up above his head.

"I knew Lord Diavolo was fairly… sensitive here because he sometimes flinches away when I help him dress up," Barbatos explained softly and Diavolo knew he was the one tickling his ribs.

Wait… did that mean that Lucifer was still not doing anything to him?! Oh no, if he-

"AHAHAHA! Wait! Wahahahahait!" Diavolo managed to say as he felt another tickly wave make his body jump as Lucifer used his nimble fingers on him, gently squeezing up and down one of Diavolo's sides.

"Also ticklish here? How are you even alive being this sensitive, Diavolo?" Lucifer teased and Diavolo could only shake his head as more laughs poured out of him.

"My Lord can hardly speak. Does it tickle that bad?" Barbatos asked and Diavolo suddenly realized that, it didn't matter how much time had passed, that spot Barbatos was tickling, just wouldn't stop causing him to laugh, and it was making Diavolo feel a little hysterical.

"Yeah, Diavolo. Is it too bad?" Lucifer purred back, lingering in a spot near Diavolo's waist that made him squeak.

Because of the overwhelming sensations, his body was simply taking it all, but he slowly started to squirm, trying to escape and attack back, but Diavolo never felt this uncoordinated before, his mind could only focus on the tickling against his ribs and side.

"Okay! Okahahahay! L-Let gohohoho!" Diavolo laughed, pulling at his trapped arms and arching his back a little.

Barbatos and Lucifer chuckled. "What? Now you're regretting getting involved in a tickle fight, Diavolo?"

Diavolo didn't dare to say yes. Not because he was stubborn, (that he was), but because he, in fact, didn't regret getting involved in this. Even if this was something his body wasn't used to, he couldn't say he wasn't having fun.

"Oh? My Lord didn't say no, could it be that he is having a good time?"

Diavolo felt his cheeks burning at hearing Barbatos saying so, and just to look a little strong, he tried to bite his lower lip to stop his laughter, but gentle fingers clawed at his ribs and he cackled, nodding quickly.

"It's- it's nahahahat th-thahahat bad!" He laughed out, thankful that he couldn't open his eyes at the moment because he could feel their teasing eyes burning holes on his face.

"It's not that bad, hm? Then we haven't found the right spot yet, Barbatos."

Barbatos laughed deeply at that and Diavolo felt his stomach fluttering as he kicked his legs.

"Thehehese spots ahahahare bahahahad already!" Diavolo said, pulling at his arms again. "Lehehehet gohohoho!" He repeated, still amazed that he couldn’t break free from such a weak hold.

"Not yet," Lucifer mumbled, getting a better hold of Diavolo's arm. "Let's find the right spot, hm?"

Diavolo heard Barbatos humming curiously and just as he was going a little breathless, the tickling stopped at once.

"Goohohohod grihihief! You suhuhuhuck!" He giggled, finally opening his eyes to look at his attackers.

He was not ready to find them looking down at him with bright smiles and playful eyes. Diavolo's cheeks turned pink and a wave of shyness rushed to him.

Was he being too much?

He never liked to impose himself if it wasn't necessary- did he force them to do this just to satisfy his own curiosity?

"Stop overthinking," Lucifer said, his smile turning into a scowl and a ping of sadness seated on the pit of Diavolo's stomach. "I'm just helping you see how terrible a tickle fight is."

Lucifer's disgusted face made Diavolo giggle, but he could tell he was not serious. He was sure that, deep down, and in his own way, Lucifer could see the fun in something like this.

But he knew Lucifer was letting him know that no one can ever force him to do something he didn't want to and that, in fact, he was also enjoying himself right now… even if Diavolo was the victim.

"Like I said," Diavolo said, already recovering from the last attack. "Where's the fun in a tickle fight if you don't get tickled?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smile.

"If Lord Diavolo is enjoying himself," Barbatos suddenly said, ignoring what Diavolo had just said. "Then it cannot be that bad, can it?"

Diavolo felt happiness filling his chest once more. Giddiness made him squirm softly at the thought that, even someone as Lucifer and Barbatos, were having fun at this silly game.

However, Diavolo felt a soft blush creeping up to his ears at hearing Barbatos say that. "B-Barbatos!" He gasped.

"Hm, you're right," Lucifer nodded. "It seems that Diavolo is enjoying being tickled, so might as well keep going, right?"

Diavolo widened his eyes as the silliest of smiles pulled at the corner of his mouth. "W-Wahahait!"

Oh goodness, he was-

"Giggling already, my Lord? We're certainly not touching you right now," Barbatos teased, bringing Diavolo's arm even higher, causing Diavolo to squeak with yet another nervous giggle.

"H-Hohohold on! It's unfair that you guys-

"Ah, I have an idea," Lucifer said, completely ignoring Diavolo's giggly whining. "Maybe we could try all of my brothers' weak spots until we find the best one for Diavolo here."

Diavolo wanted to disappear. They were talking as if he weren't right there! Pinned to the ground and with tingling ribs.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Lucifer," Barbatos answered and he nodded softly. "Where could that be?"

"No! Lihihihisten!" Diavolo pulled at his trapped arms. "I… I think I won't-

"Oh? Are you admitting you're really ticklish?" Lucifer asked with a raised eyebrow and a dark smirk.

"N-No! It's j-just that-

"Both Mammon and Levi are horrendously ticklish on their hips and thighs, which one do you want to try first, Barbatos?"

"N-No! You're not-

"Hmm, hips," Barbatos said and he immediately placed his hand over one of Diavolo's hip bones.

Diavolo gasped and he twisted his hip away.

"Ah, this is going to be interesting," Lucifer purred and he also positioned his hand over Diavolo's other hip, making him squeak.

"Please! This is so unfair! You both a-AAAHAHAHA!"

Diavolo threw his head back with a loud cackle when Barbatos started pinching his hip. Diavolo choked on his laughter as he tried to free his hip from Barbatos' fingers.

“B-Bahahaharba-atos, wa-AHAHAHAIT! Lucifeheheher!”

Suddenly, Lucifer was also joining the fun: his thumb rubbing against his other hip. Diavolo shook his hips desperately, cackling wildy and kicking his legs behind the demons.

“Stop! Stahahahahap!” He laughed, thrusting his hips.

"Oh. This spot is good," Barbatos hummed and Diavolo could only shake his head.

"It’s ahahahawful!"

Both Barbatos and Lucifer laughed at that, but they didn’t stop their attack, instead, Diavolo felt that they speeded it up and he shrieked in response, his knees curling up in a futile attempt to protect his poor hips.

Lucifer chuckled, "Say, Diavolo. What's more ticklish? Ribs or hips?"

Diavolo could have said the first answer that came to mind, but instead, he thought it over carefully, even as he was laughing almost desperately.

His hips certainly tickled a lot, the pinches, rubbing and even scribbling over his skin made his hips jump and shake and do a little dance that embarrassed him, however, the thought of Barbatos' fingers pinching his lower ribs made him shiver heavily and he even let out a sudden hysterical laugh.

“Rihihihibs! They're m-mohohohore tihihicklish!” He admitted right away and they stopped immediately, letting him catch his breath. “Y-You ahahahahare awfuhuhul! Why ihihihis- is it o-only me?!”

Diavolo didn’t need an answer. He knew it was because these two demons wouldn’t let him find their weaknesses, at least not yet, and since Diavolo was the one insisting about having a tickle fight, of course they thought it was only fair to have him suffering the consequences.

Good thing Diavolo thought this was fun.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to try it out?” Lucifer teased.

“I- I did, but you- EEEEAHAHA!”

Diavolo flushed bright red as soon as he felt hands latching onto his inner thighs. His legs instantly closed, but that didn't stop the sudden assault of squeezes near his crotch and right above his knee, but on the inner side.

His reaction was wild. He pulled at his arms roughly, making Barbatos and Lucifer gasp when Diavolo managed to lower them up a little; his legs kicking, but since he was clamping them together, he looked rather silly and Barbatos and Lucifer couldn't help but laugh as Diavolo's cheeks turned bright pink.

It was a little embarrassing, but over all, it was so ticklish! It tickled really bad and Diavolo couldn't stop shrieking, his toes curling inside his shoes. It was definitely worse than his ribs.

"My Lord, what's more t-

"Thehehere! It's thehehere! Oh, nohohoho, plehehehease!"

Again, the tickling stopped at once and Daivolo went boneless against the damp grass- now that he thought about it, he was also getting a little damp. Sweat started to cover his forehead and made his shirt stick to his body, was this also normal?

"Gehehehet your hahahahands off!" Diavolo giggled, his legs clamped together because Barbatos and Lucifer still had their hands poised over Diavolo's inner thighs, ready to attack again.

The demons chuckled and slowly pulled their hands away, making Diavolo flinch and giggle nervously as they moved to hover over him.

"Thihihis- This is not a t-tickle fight!" He whined, a bright smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Barbatos shook his head with a smile. "Well, it probably isn't, but we still have a few spots to try, My Lord. Unless you really want us to stop?"

Diavolo blinked- he was tired and sweaty and his body was tingling in anticipation, but he smirked back at them, a daring smile pulling at his lips.

"Nah, I don't think you'll do any better than this, so I'm alright, actually."

Lucifer laughed out loud at this declaration of war and he nodded. "I just want to remind you that I still have four brothers left, Diavolo. So let's continue."

Diavolo slightly widened his eyes and his smirk faltered a little. "Ah, w-wait. I didn't- ah! No! Not uhuhuhundeheher!"

He gasped when Lucifer pulled his shirt out of his pants and his cold hand sneaked under it to start clawing at his stomach.

Diavolo sucked on his belly and jerked softly to the side; he giggled as the cold fingertips vibrated against the tight muscles of his stomach, but be could feel he wasn't as ticklish there.

However, childish giggles kept pouring out of his mouth as Lucifer tried to find every possible overly sensitive spot on Diavolo's stomach, and he was embarrassed of such sound. Why did he sound like a kid?!

"This is Beel's spot," Lucifer explained, finally finding out that the sides of Diavolo's belly made cackle a little and kick his legs. "It seems effective, but not as much."

Diavolo nodded. "Ihihihit's n- nohohot that bahahaEEEK!"

Diavolo jumped with a shriek when a sudden naughty finger started to wiggle in his belly button. It definitely was Barbatos, Lucifer was too busy changing from vibrations to scribbles, jumping from one side to the other.

The tickling to his navel felt so weird, Diavolo couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose as those giggles kept coming out of him.

“Barbahahatos!" He gasped. "P-Puhuhuhull it out!” Diavolo squeaked, trying not to arch his back to prevent Barbatos' finger from going deeper into his navel.

But suddenly Lucifer was leaving quick pokes to the side of his stomach and Diavolo's body thought it was a good idea to arch up as he let out another frantic cackle.

He shrieked and then twisted to the side, trying to lay on his stomach and make Barbatos stop poking at his belly button.

"Oh! I just remembered Asmo has a very ticklish back, what about you?"

Diavolo didn't react much to the playful scribbles against his back, he merely chuckled and shivered as he tried to recover from the tickling to his stomach, if anything, his body started to relax… so tickling can also feel this relaxing?

"Not effective, Lord Diavolo?" Barbatos asked, and Diavolo hummed playful, still turned on his side.

"It feels… different," he answers, his eyes dropping a little.

"Not falling asleep, we're not done yet," Lucifer said and before Diavolo could react to his words, Lucifer's fingers were gently digging against the back of Diavolo's ribs, right against a pressure point that made Diavolo arch his back and throw his head back with wild laughter.

"NAHAHAT- Nohohot thehehere!" He said and quickly let himself fall back against the grass.

That was a mistake, now his whole rib cage was exposed to these demons. Cold hands sneaked under his shirt and started to tease his ribs. Both using different techniques that surely had Diavolo cackling his head off.

"This one's Satan spot," Lucifer explained as his fingers vibrated against each individual rib and in the spaces between them just as he would do to Satan. "It seems like you're very sensitive too, Diavolo."

Diavolo shrieked, "W-Wahahahait! F-Fuhuhuhuck!" Lucifer faked a gasp. "S-stahahahap! I s-sahahahaid not thehehere!" He laughed, his eyes tightly shut as he body shook with laughter.

"So, thighs, ribs and hips seem very sensitive to Lord Diavolo, is that right?" Barbatos asked while he rubbed those deep circles against Diavolo's ribs that even made him forget where he was.

"It seems like so, but…"

"N-No! Nohohoho! J-Juhuhuhust- d-dohohon't go h-hihihihigher!" Diavolo begged and, of course, Barbatos and Lucifer had noticed that, the more they neared his highest ribs, Diavolo's laughter turned louder and a bit high pitched.

His struggling increased and it became a little harder for Lucifer and Barbatos to keep his arms raised above his head.

Diavolo desperately tried to stop them from going to his upper ribs. He didn't know why, but the funny sensation was slowly spreading to his underarms and it was driving him a little crazy. Why was he feeling ticklish there?!

"I think," Lucifer started and Diavolo could hear the smirk on his mouth even over his own laughter. "We found the spot, Barbatos."

"I do believe so," Barbatos answered, also smirking.

"Plehehehease! I thihihink I'll- AHAHAHA! ST-AHAHAHA-"

Diavolo was positively howling right now. Laughing in hysterics as soon as he felt their fingers touching his armpits. He could feel how, with much effort, Lucifer and Barbatos raised his arms a little higher, leaving his armpits completely exposed to their curious fingers.

"OKAHAHAY! Okahahay! Plehehehease! Too b-bahahahad! It tihihihickles too bahahahad!" Diavolo begged, weakly pulling at his arms

This was maddening! He was going crazy! He couldn't focus on anything else besides those fingers driving him up the wall.

Barbatos, as teasing and devious as always, was using one single finger to scribble all around Diavolo's armpit, quickly finding the most tender of spots right in the middle of his underarm.

Lucifer, a little rougher and looking to really drive Diavolo crazy, kept vibrating his fingers also right in the middle of Diavolo's armpit, making him cry with laughter.

"Oh, Lord Diavolo Is crying, shall we stop?" Diavolo could hear that Barbatos really didn't want to stop.

Tears of laughter were really falling down the sides of Diavolo's face, his cheeks were bright red and his mouth was wide open ina big smile as the most glorious and boisterous laughter escaped through his lips.

Not only that, his body had completely gone limp. He was squirming weakly and not even trying to pull at his trapped arms anymore.

Diavolo still thought that this was so much fun.

"I don't know. What do you think, Diavolo?" Lucifer purred and Diavolo shook his head. "No? Shall we continue?"

It definitely was fun, but he was reaching his limit. "No! Nahahahaha! I gihihihive! I give uhuhuhup!" He said, noticing that his laughter was going a little breathless.

To his luck, the tickling stopped and his arms were free again. He quickly pulled them down and was just slightly worried because he couldn't stop laughing.

"Diavolo's got the giggles," Lucifer said, watching with tender amusement how Diavolo's laughter turned to bright giggles. "Isn't he adorable?"

Barbatos chuckled behind his gloved hand. "Certainly. My Lord can be extremely adorable."

"G-Gohohohoodness," Diavolo sighed, cleaning the corners of his eyes. "You both are… demons," he laughed at his own joke and then winced. "Oh, I'm sohore."

Lucifer chuckled. "I told you this is awful," he said as he grabbed one of Diavolo's hands, Barbatos holding the other as they both helped him get up.

Diavolo's legs were a little shaky and he literally flopped onto his chair, gently pushing his tea toward Barbatos, asking for more tea to relieve the dryness of his throat after having laughed so much.

He really laughed a lot. When was the last time he laughed this much? Actually, when was the last time he had this much fun? He couldn't remember. He usually didn't laugh this much nor had this much fun.

That was… a little sad.

"Now, are you having a low after being so hyped?" Lucifer asked. He was back on his seat as well, fixing his hair and clothes all over again and taking little sips to his tea, already cold.

He looked as serious as ever, but Diavolo could see the corners of Lucifer's lips curling slightly in a little smile. Looking at his left, Barbatos was also smiling, more deliberately, but also gently.

Diavolo chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'm not. I just… was thinking that it was… kind of fun," he said, his sad smile turning a bit brighter as his cheeks heated up.

"Hm? I'm glad you think so because we forgot about Belphie's spot," Lucifer said, his little smile morphing into a smirk. Diavolo widened his eyes.

"Oh? Where could that be?" Barbatos asked curiously.

"Neck. Belphie snorts so much when he's tickled there, I wonder what will you do, Diavolo."

Diavolo gasped and he got up at once, ready to escape, but he suddenly had his back pressed against the grass, one more time, and those nimble fingers were back on him, wiggling against the sides of his neck and under his chin.

Diavolo was, in fact, snorting between bright, bubbly giggles. Arms pinned back above his head and his legs kicking madly.

"I s-sahahahaid I gihihihive uhuhuhup!"

"We couldn't just not try this, Diavolo. It's for your own good."

"Stahahahap!*

Yes… he usually didn't laugh like this, and he certainly didn't have fun like this as often as he would want to, but he knew these two demons, looking at him with silly smiles and gentle eyes, would be up to make him have a good time and remind him that, around them, he was just their tickle to- ahem… just Diavolo, no Crown Prince, no RAD founder.

Simple and unique Diavolo.

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WATERMELON SUGAR

Summary: Breathe him in, breathe him out.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: very brief smut, (public) oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: This is Chapter Two of my “Fine Line” series! This one is inspired by Watermelon Sugar, the first song I actually listened to by Harry (as a solo artist). I know he means for the meaning of this song to be open ended but come on, we all know that this song is about doing the dirty.

I hope you like this series! If you do, please reblog and leave feedback. I heavily encourage you to listen to the album (because it’s phenomenal), or listen to each song before you read each chapter. Speaking of chapters, they will be uploaded every Sunday at 12:00 PM EST.

A NOTE: EACH CHAPTER'S PLOT WILL BE A TIME SKIP FROM THE LAST CHAPTER. NO CHAPTER'S PLOT WILL OCCUR DIRECTLY AFTER ANOTHER.

Read Chapter One, "GOLDEN", here!

Find the “Fine Line” masterlist here!

The sun shines, and the waves of the ocean crash onto the rocks and the shores of the beach. The sand is a beautiful white, and people laugh and talk as they lay on it, relishing in each others’ company.

And you are no exception to this. Loki lays beside you, on a pink blanket that you brought. He had mumbled, “I’m not laying on that,” but once he saw you lay down, he sighed, though not with annoyance, and went to join you.

“I’m not used to this heat,” he says. Black sunglasses cover his green eyes, but you can tell he has his eyes on the water in front of you. “I was born on a planet of snow. I am forever cold. But this… this feels quite nice.”

You can hear laughter and cheers from a group of people to your left. They are all dressed in bathing suits and sunglasses, and they lay on towels as well. It seems they are being well-fed as well, as they all snack on fruit — you can see some of them eating watermelon slices. As you glance over to them, you see other people, people who are not in the original group, being offered the fruits as well.

“Want some watermelon, sugar?” you ask, a grin on your face.

“Hm?” Loki asks. “What’s that?”

It takes a second for you to register it. “Wait, you’ve—” you stammer in disbelief, “you’ve never…” You stand up, looking determined. “You’ve never had watermelon? I’m getting you some.”

“Love, you don’t have to —” Loki tries to object.

“Nope, you’ve awakened my curious side. I wanna see how you like it.” You grin down at him again. “Hold on a second.” With that, you start to speed-walk down the sand.

Loki looks at you as you leave. His eyes roam all over you, and they spend a second longer on your ass than anything else. You wear a thin, small pair of bikini bottoms, and your legs are waxed and smooth.

He sighs, contentedly, laying completely on his blanket, letting the sun warm his face and his bare chest. He closes his eyes. He knows he can’t sleep, not in this midday sun, but simply resting is good enough for him now.

A cool drop of something lands on his face a few minutes later, and it startles him a bit. However, he relaxes when he realizes it’s just you standing above him, holding something in your hand.

“Eat up, babe.”

Loki reaches up and swipes the drop of the wet something off his face. Tentatively, he licks it. “Hm,” he muses. “That’s sweet.”

“Try biting it, you’ll love it.” With a little grunt, you sit next to him again, offering him a piece of watermelon. He takes it.

After a bite and some slow chewing, he hums again in approval. “That’s nice. Quite refreshing.”

“Glad you like it,” you say cheerfully. You nod over to the party to your left. “Y’know, those people were awfully friendly. Extremely kind. Very, uh, open and cheerful. They didn’t seem to care about whether or not anyone was a stranger, they let them join anyway. It was just…” You stop, trying to search for the words. “Love all around. There was plenty of food to go around, more than just watermelons — also raspberries and blueberries. They were awfully cuddly, too.”

“Perhaps they’re on something,” Loki says smugly. “Maybe they’re all high.”

“You might think that, but maybe that’s because it’s not… not widely accepted to be cuddly and open in public.” You roll your eyes, though not at him. “Why can’t everyone just treat people with kindness?”

“You’re human. You have your faults. Those people? They might’ve just learned to move past them. We can all learn from them, can’t we?”

“Yeah,” you say. “They might also just be relishing in the fact that we can be close to each other again. Physically, I mean. I don’t know if you were here in 2020, but... uh, there was a —”

“I remember,” Loki smirks, though not at the unfortunate memories of what had happened back then. “Perhaps we can learn from them about that, too… would you like to stay here until dark, my love? We could walk around, do whatever it is you humans do in the ocean, find some supper, just spend the whole day here?”

“What’s that look on your face for?” you chuckle. “Do you have something planned?”

He gasps, faking surprise. “My darling, why would you ever think that? It’s just an innocent day at the beach. Besides, they’re not getting… too intimate.”

“What’s ‘too intimate’ supposed to mean?” you ask, a little something creeping into your head and making you smile.

He smirks but says nothing. Instead, he changes the subject. “Did you meet anybody when you went down to that group of people?”

Playfully, you roll your eyes at him. “Everyone there said hello, but I really didn’t get to talk to anyone besides this one man. He was dressed as if it were spring, not summer — he was wearing a multicolored shirt, a freakin’ vest, and some sort of jeans. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he certainly looked nice. I also liked his nails, they were colored as well.”

You look at the water as you chew your fruit. “You’d look nice with black nails, maybe even green ones.”

He hums in thought. “Maybe…”

The day passes quite slowly, but you don’t mind. It stays hot and the sun stays visible. Clouds are almost nonexistent, which is always a plus when you want to swim.

Loki joins you, and you make great fun of splashing each other. When you go deeper into the water, he finds enjoyment in diving deep, coming up in front of you, holding your face in his hands, and kissing you before going back under. You’re taken aback the first few times, then you get the message and kiss him back with a breathy laugh.

Drowning is of no thought to you. You can swim, but even if you couldn’t, you know Loki would take care of you. He always stays close and you keep your eyes on each other.

When it gets a little later, you get out of the water and dry off. Many people have already left, including the little party you encountered. Only a few people remain, some of them in couples, and they either rest on their towels or walk on the shoreline.

“Could we stay here a little while longer?” Loki asks. “There’s one more thing I’d like to do.”

“Yeah, sure,” you say amiably, though you wonder what ‘one more thing’ might be.

You both wait until everyone else has left. By this time, you’ve put your shirt on, for your bathing suit has dried but it is getting colder. Loki has not put anything more on him. Perhaps he welcomes the cold.

When Loki starts to move, you look at him. He shuffles to you, practically crawling to you. You gasp as he lightly pushes you back onto your towel. Your head lands not on the hardness of sand but on a little pillow that was not there before.

“Loki, Loki, wh-what are you —”

He shushes you, and just that alone makes you shiver with arousal. “If you allow me, I would like to give you something… I’ve been here all day, resisting the urge to take you in front of all of those people. Do you know how difficult that was?”

“N-no,” you answer. “But —” You interrupt yourself with a nervous chuckle. “—knowing you, you probably couldn’t hold it in for long.”

“Hence,” he grins, looking down at you, his eyes lingering on your “quim”. He likes that word. He’s used it before. “Would you mind if I go down on you? I just wanna taste it. Maybe give you an orgasm. Whatever works for you.”

You nod frantically, but then you look around. No one else is on the beach, no one else is present to look at you.

“Do not worry about that,” Loki says when he notices your worried glances. He laces your fingers with his own, holding your hand and running his thumb across your skin in comforting little motions. “No one is here, sweetness, just look at me. Do that, or look up. I know how you are when I do this. Sometimes you’re too self conscious to see me doing this to you with all my enthusiasm. So, if you want, look up. I won’t mind.”

You breathe out shakily, and your breath gets caught in your throat as you see Loki pull your bottoms to the side. Immediately, he begins, latching his tongue and lips to your most intimate parts. He licks and sucks all around, paying special attention to your clit — he knows what you like. Your stomach heaves as you breathe.

“I don’t know if I could ever go without this,” he moans. “You’re so wonderful and... and warm...”

You established long ago that Loki actually takes pleasure from pleasuring you, but it never fails to catch you off guard.

After a particularly hard suck to your clit, you moan, and it is louder than intended.

Loki seems to like it. “Sounds just like a song. Sing for me.”

A laugh then. “Okay, Phantom.” When Loki looks up at you in confusion, you shake your head. “I’ll show you later.”

Soon, it’s not long before you’re squirming in your chair, breathing heavily as Loki holds you down. The coil in your gut is rising, and rising fast. Loki’s drive to please you is incredible, and you can tell he’s determined.

You moan, quite shamelessly, out loud as you reach your end, and it takes quite a long time for you to regain your senses. Loki smiles up at you once he gets his mouth off of your quivering pussy. “Was that good, love?”

You laugh, breathlessly. “Yeah. Yeah, that was good. Thank you.”

You leave without saying much else about it. He takes you home, and kisses you in the doorway as you move to leave. The sun is long gone, and the moonlight fills the air with a white glow.

You turn to close the door behind you.

In a split second decision, you pull him into the house, and he doesn’t resist. He stays the night, in your house and in your bed.

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“All you have to do is ask” Chapter 4 - [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: The morning after! How awkward could it be when Reader and Dr. Reid meet in the bullpen the next morning? An honest conversation turns smutty and Reader is starting to rethink some decisions.

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Word Count: 3.6k for Chapter 4

Content Warnings: No smut actually happens this chapter, but there is a lot of smutty talk. BDSM themes. Fluff. Tiny bit of angst if you squint.

A/n: This chapter was initially just supposed to be filler, but when I sat down to write it, it became really important to me. The way BDSM dynamics are presented is really important to me, so I wanted to do it justice. The actually femdom kicks off in Chapter 5 😌 (Also, tumblr isn’t letting me tag some people and its slowly driving me insane.)

y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. italicized text are Reader’s thoughts.

-- Chapter 4 – “Please don’t lie to me.” --

I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen when I got to work the following morning; my mind spun in circles while the elevator slowly brought me to the floor that housed our elite FBI unit. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from straying to last night.

Spencer had fallen asleep with his head in my lap, my fingers moving softly over his scalp, brushing through his curls. I sat there for longer than I wanted to admit, lost in thought. How did I let this happen? I thought over and over again. Did I break my rules because I knew Spencer? I trusted him with my life; I trusted the entire time with my life, I had to. Perhaps that’s why I let him kiss me, let him touch me. I trusted the good doctor in a way I hadn’t trusted anyone I had been intimate with in a long time.

That must be it. I refused to look at it on a deeper level; I couldn’t. I had to keep my feelings in check. I wouldn’t risk my job, my life, my world over unchecked emotions. Not again.

The metal doors slid open; the bullpen was already buzzing with activity at 7:50 in the morning. I usually arrived earlier, but I had stopped for coffee. I reasoned that it was just a treat for myself; not an excuse to avoid the office coffee station, which we all knew was the domain of Dr. Spencer Reid. I hadn’t received any messages from Garcia or Hotch, leading me to assume today was another day of paperwork.

I tried to stop my eyes from searching for him, but it was no use. He was like a magnet for my senses. Most of us typed up our reports and only wrote when we had to, but most of us were not Dr. Reid. He was hunched over, papers scattered over his desk in some pattern of order only he would understand. His pen scribbled quickly over the pages, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in concentration.

It wasn’t until he glanced up suddenly that I became aware of the world around me; someone had said my name, alerting him to my presence. Looking around, I shot Prentiss a smile, her gaze already on my face. “Hi, Em,” I said in greeting.

Her smile confirmed my suspicions that she was the one who had spoken. “Did you do anything fun last night? You didn’t answer my text.”

Who, me? “Oh, nothing much,” I said brightly, placing my bag at my desk, setting my coffee down. “I just did some stuff around the house. I’m sorry I didn’t see your text.” I hadn’t seen her text until hours after she sent it. I was so wrapped up in that man I didn’t even look at my phone. For hours.

One of the wonderful things about SSA Emily Prentiss is that nothing phased her; she had lived a life that was too complicated and dangerous to sweat the small stuff. “Not a problem. Are you doing anything tonight? Garcia is trying to organize a girl’s night.”

I could still feel my boy’s eyes on me. “No, I don’t have any plans. If she asks me, I’ll let you know.” Prentiss scoffed, turning back to her work. We both knew Garcia would ask.

Don’t look, don’t look, I kept repeating to myself; but how could I not? Slowly, my head turned towards him, finding him already staring at me. To anyone else, his face would have appeared blank, but after last night, I knew him better than that. He didn’t have his glasses on today, he wore a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, his messy curls hanging in a state of permanent disarray around his face. Calling his eyes brown was doing them an injustice; not quite hazel, they were filled with so many tiny shards of color, giving them a depth I had never noticed before last night.

No, his face wasn’t blank; his face was filled with uncertainty. When he eventually woke up last night, he lifted his head from my lap quickly, his cheeks red with embarrassment. I hadn’t said anything; I kissed his cheek and walked out of his apartment. My poor nervous, beautiful boy. I offered him a small, soft smile. This didn’t have to change anything. Not if he didn’t want it to.

Just because you expect something doesn’t mean you’re ready for it; that’s a lesson I had learned a long time ago that had always held true. I expected Dr. Reid to try and talk to me at some point today. I expected it, but I wasn’t ready when he finally cornered me on my way back to the bullpen from the bathroom. I felt his presence before I saw him; he stepped around the corner, briefly meeting my eyes before he started shuffling awkwardly.

He cleared his throat. “H-hey, y/n. I was…I was hoping that I could talk to you for a minute?”

Still such a nervous boy. I gave him a nod; I knew he needed answers. It wasn’t fair to ignore him just because I was uncomfortable with how I was feeling. I had done this before, Spencer hadn’t. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what Spencer had done before. I turned as he walked past me, following him down the hallway until we reached JJ’s old office. It was filled with old boxes and scattered with case files. It was as private as we were going to get.

I waited for the boy genius to speak first; it might have been cruel, but I really didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know how to begin. How was I supposed to start this conversation when I remembered the noises he made when his cock was in my mouth? When I could still see the desperation in his eyes when he begged me to cum? After I had gone home last night, I lay in my bed until I couldn't resist the urge anymore. I slid my hand into my panties and remembered those sounds, how he looked, as I brought myself to a powerful orgasm.

I had masturbated thinking about Spencer Reid. That probably wasn't as earth-shattering as I was making it out to be, but I didn't do those sorts of things. I didn't do this shit with someone I work with…someone who has some form of power over any part of my life. I wasn't vulnerable; I was never vulnerable.

“Y/n,” his voice cracked on the last letter of my name. “I…I wanted to talk about yesterday.”

“I figured.” I kept my tone light. Despite my complicated feelings about the situation, I really did care about Spencer. I knew that for certain. Seeing him nervous, squirming, and desperate yesterday was one of the sexiest moments of my life. Seeing him nervous, squirming, and desperate today was different; it made my heart squeeze.

He gave me a smile. “I know we didn’t…talk about things before or after. But…I wanted to thank you.”

I quirked an eyebrow at him, earning a beautiful flush rising on the apples of his cheeks. “No, not about that,” his voice squeaked out, furthering my amusement. “I meant for staying with me. Last night. You could have left after we were…done. But you didn’t. You knew I needed to be close to you…and you stayed with me.” Dr. Reid finally stopped fidgeting, his words less rushed, but still tinged in nervousness. “No matter what happens after this, that meant a lot to me. So, thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for knowing you needed aftercare, Spencer.”

“Yes, I do.” Those three words made my breath stutter. Did he know? Did he know how scared I was? Could he tell how badly I wanted to run from the feelings he brought up in me? Knowing my luck, probably.

“You’re welcome, Pretty Boy.” Spencer smiled at the nickname, but I could tell he wasn’t done. Thanking me wasn’t the only reason he’d pulled me in here. I decided to speak before he got the chance to again. “Can I ask you a question?” When he nodded, I asked what I had wanted to know since the moment I met him. “Are you a virgin, Spencer?”

He must have known it was coming; he tried to keep his face impassive, but I could see the embarrassment in his micro-expressions. "No, y/n. I'm not a virgin…" Not super convincing, Doc. “I’m really not,” he gave a small huff of amusement. “I’ve had sex before…just not a lot.”

There is it. “What is not a lot?”

My boy shifted his weight from foot to foot then. "I had sex for the first time when I was 24, right after I joined the Bureau. I've gone on a few dates since then…It's lead to some…stuff, but it's never gone that far again."

“So, you’ve had sex with one person? Was that a woman or a man?”

“She was a woman.” I loved that he didn’t seem offended at the question. Spencer didn’t put on airs of hypermasculinity; I wonder if he had ever given any thought to his sexuality, or if he just accepted that it was what it was.

“Okay. Have you ever thought about having sex with a man?” This wasn’t relevant, I was just curious.

Spencer licked his lips; I could tell this conversation required a lot of courage from him. "Yes. I've been asked out…I've gone on two dates with men." He smiled when my eyebrows rose in surprise. “I’ve kissed men, but men are…they’re so aggressive. At least the ones I have been interested in.”

“Is aggression bad?”

“No,” he went on quickly. “It’s not, usually. I just…I don’t pick up on cues very well. I didn’t feel…safe with them. I was attracted to them, and I wanted to have sex with them…but I didn’t want to do that unless I felt like the person cared about me.” His voice shook, but his eyes never left mine, even as his fingers began to fidget with the end of his tie. “With you…yesterday, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. I knew you’d…you’d stop if I wanted you to. And you made me feel like it was okay.” Fuck, why does he do this to my heart? “You made it feel like exploring my sexuality was okay. With you.”

I took a step towards him then; I couldn’t stop myself. He was the sun, lighting up the entire room, and I was just a mere mortal that wanted to stand in his light. I raised my hand to cup his cheek, gazing up at him; he was so tall, so much taller than me. “Exploring your sexuality is okay, Doc.” My voice was firm, leaving no room for debate. “It’s important to feel safe with the people you explore it with. You should never do something that makes you uncomfortable or with a person that doesn’t care about you. I’m honored that you saw that in me.”

He wanted to kiss me; I knew he did, I could see it in his eyes…but he didn’t. I don’t know if it was because we were at work or because he was afraid that I would reject him. I wouldn’t have. His hand came up to cover my own, pulling it down from his face so he could lace his fingers through mine. Just like my kissing him, it wasn’t lost on me that holding my hand was significant to him.

“I know we didn’t talk about it,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. We work together…but, I like you. I trust you. And…if you wanted- if you’re okay with it…I’d like to explore what we talked about yesterday. With you.”

I knew he would want to. Who wouldn’t want to explore the unknown? Especially a curious man like my Dr. Reid? Despite all of that, my heart couldn’t help but swell at his declaration. I loved being dominant in the bedroom. I found that amount of control arousing beyond belief, and I’d never say otherwise. But there was something about the trust that my submissive put in me that fulfilled a different part of me. To be trusted like this…It was something so important and it triggered a feeling of pride in myself. I was worthy of their trust.

I squeezed his hand. “Okay, Doc.” He looked so fucking hopeful. “We can discuss it. This is the unsexy part of any BDSM dynamic. We have to talk…a lot. Communication is what makes this work.” And I do want this to work, which was terrifying. “I want you to take some time to think about this,” I hurried on when it looked like he’d interrupt me. “You need to do some research, Doc. I want you to look at things and decide what or how you want to proceed. Or if you even want to proceed. If you change your mind, that is okay.” He needs to know that. “Then we can have a discussion and go from there.”

Spencer nodded, seeming more comfortable now that he had a task to focus on. “What about work?”

“That’s an important thing to talk about too. Obviously, we can’t do anything obvious at work. There are cameras everywhere. And we need to focus on cases.” He made a noise of agreement. “We need to talk about what works for us. If you’re open to playing together when we’re on a case in certain settings, like back at our hotel, if you want this to be a monogamous dynamic, signals, safe words, and how we establish when a scene starts.”

His eyebrows were so high I was worried they’d disappear into his hairline. “O-okay.”

I smiled. “Good. Think it over; you know where I’ll be.”

Again, just because you expect something doesn't mean you're ready for it. I expected Spencer to want to talk to me again, but I wasn't ready for the text message that popped up on my phone at 6:03 pm.

“I’d like to talk whenever you are free.”

A normal person wouldn’t have been able to do the required research in just 40 minutes, which was the maximum amount of time he could have been home for; but Spencer Reid wasn’t a normal person.

Which is why I text Emily and Garcia some lame excuse about backing out of girl’s night before I told Spencer I was free tonight.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to cancel girl’s night.”

Fucking profilers with eidetic memories. “I’d rather do this. I’ll see you in 20.”

I raised my hand to knock on his door but felt myself pause before my knuckles connected to the wood.

What the fuck am I doing? It was a valid question. It wasn’t too late to back out…but it was also far too late to back out. Before my fingers could decide if they wanted to knock or not, the door in question swung open to reveal the curly-headed man that plagued my thoughts.

He was in the same clothes he wore to work that day, only his tie was missing, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. Spencer’s hair always looked like he just woke up, his curls having a mind of their own and he couldn’t be bothered to tame them. They looked different right now; it was like he had been running his hands through his hair.

I offered him a smile. “Hi, Doc.”

“Hi, y/n.” With a smile of his own, he waved an arm, ushering me into the apartment. It didn’t look any different than it had yesterday, not really. It just felt different. I walked over to his couch, just like I had yesterday. I sat on the same cushion, just like I had yesterday. Everything just felt so different.

Spencer sat beside me, just like yesterday. “I feel bad about making you cancel girl’s night.”

“Don’t. You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do, Doc.” I pushed my hair behind my ear; a nervous habit I hope he hadn’t picked up on quite yet. “I want to be here.”

“I want you to be here too.”

It’s unprofessional to swoon, y/n. Get it together.

I mentally shook myself. “Right. So, where do you want to start.”

“Why do you hold your submissives at such a distance?” he licked his lips; he was nervous, but his gaze never dropped from mine. “I respect you and your decisions, but I would really like to understand.”

“…Well, that’s certainly a place to start,” I gave an awkward chuckle. He didn’t return my amusement. My curious boy really wanted to know. “I told you, I got my heart broken. That’s it.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to pressure you,” his voice was so fucking earnest. “I just…I don’t understand. I want to understand. You don’t have to tell me everything, but please don’t lie to me.”

Shame washed over me; I had been stressing how important open and honest communication is and here I am avoiding something because it makes me uncomfortable. This had never been an issue before; none of my previous subs had ever wanted to know. But how could I even explain how embarrassed I was? How stupid I had been? How I gave someone my entire heart when I didn’t even know the kind of person he really was? How could I explain the choices a 22-year-old girl made?

"You're right, Spence," I took a deep breath. "Trust is important. I won't lie to you, but please understand that I'm not comfortable talking about it right now. I've never talked about it with anyone." I reached out for his hand, holding it softly in mine. "It's not that I don't want you, I just…haven't done that with anyone in such a long time."

He didn’t understand, hell, I didn’t even understand, but he accepted what I said…for now, anyway. “Okay,” he squeezed my hand. “We don’t have to do that, and you don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready.”

My mouth couldn’t help but turn up into a smile. This man. “Thank you.” I let go of his hand, clasping both of mine together and putting them in my lap. I wanted to touch him, but I needed him to not feel any pressure from me for the next part of our conversation. “Now, we need to talk about limits and expectations.” He began shifting in his seat. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but this is all part of it. I assume you’ve done some research, so tell me about what interests you and what doesn’t.”

My boy looked so unsure of himself; he was bearing such a vulnerable part of himself to me, and he was frightened. But no matter how afraid he was, my boy was also brave. “I-…I don’t have any real frame of reference. I’d like to experiment with some things before I decide if it’s a hard limit for me or not.” I nodded in an attempt to encourage him. “I don’t want extreme pain. Or things that are…unsanitary.”

I laughed. “I never expected any different.”

Maybe my laugh relaxed him; he didn't seem quite as tense as he went on. "I'd like to…touch you when you allow it. I've never…really done anything with a woman outside of just penetration. I know the basics of how to…I just would like to do those things. With you. If you ever felt comfortable." I'm almost positive I was blushing now. Spencer Reid, Dr. Spencer Reid, the pride of the BAU wanted to do things to please me; and I was tempted to let him. Who would have thought? “You don’t have to decide now…but the moment you feel comfortable, I’m ready.” His eyes ran up and down my body, I could see his throat work when he swallowed. “I’m really ready.”

After a beat, he went on, “Beyond that, I’m interested in being restrained. I like the idea of choking…but I’m nervous about it. The idea of giving up control and following order is what fascinates me. I…I also wanted to tr-try what you mentioned. In Nebraska.”

As I live and breathe. "Spencer, are you asking me to fuck you?" He knew what I meant; I could see it in the way he bit his lip. "Do you want me to tie you to my bed and make you beg for me to fuck your ass?"

He tried to disguise that whimper, but I fucking heard it. “I-I…It’s not uncommon for men to like that sort of stimulation, given that-“

I raised my hand, placing a finger on his lips before I broke my own rules again. I leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his full pink lips. “No shame here, pretty boy. None at all, especially with me.” He watched my mouth move, his posture becoming less tense. “I’d love to fuck you. Pegging a man is something I found arousing, Spencer. The thought of doing it to you turns me on. We can work up to it.”

The smile he gave me was so hesitant and sweet. "Okay." He waited a minute before he went on. "I know that you don't always orgasm with your subs…you don't let them make you cum. I don't want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable, but I really, really want to make you cum." I clenched my thighs together. Jesus fucking Christ. “If you’re comfortable, I’d like for you…for that to be part of what we do together. You’re so beautiful when you cum, y/n. I thought about it last night after you went home. I thought about how you taste…I really want to taste you again.”

Fuck. I really wanted him to taste me again too.

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