#in fact I was SO distracted thinking about him I almost slipped and fell down the stairs.

[presidentheartbeat6]

guess who i've been thinking about. you'll never guess. yeah. it's granby. he is talking about Laurence btw...

[reidmania]

Hey😁 you said request were open and i was wondering you could write a spencer reid fic where him and the reader get into a petty argument or something and he says something a little mean and has to grovel to the reader because she’s upset? I love your work by the way and you can add or take away whatever you want👍😊

not so funny | spencer reid

summary; after a rough day, Spencer accidentally takes his frustration out on you leading to a lot of guilt and grovelling.

warnings; spencer is mean, fem reader, he calls reader a bitch but he makes up for it, arguments, hurt x comfort, crying, it ends up being pretty cute.

an; ITS MY BIRTHDAY GUYS!!!!

“Come on spencer” You almost groaned as your voice itched with irritation, your hands flew up before dropping by your side. You were stood in the kitchen, trying to make dinner but the pasta on the stove and vegetables half cut on the counter were long forgotten.

Spencer spluttered, “You aren’t listening to me!” He groaned, bringing his hands up to his face dragging them down over his eyes as he turned his body away from you to the side. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes — this entire argument was pointless.

It started all because Spencer had come home after a bad day and was slightly snappy with you, just briefly and when you made a joke about it — he didn’t seem to take it as a joke.

“It was a joke — God” You sigh, turning back to the vegetables you were dicing before he walked in the door after work, but honestly with the annoyance bubbling in your chest you doubted you should be responsible for a knife right now.

His eyes widened, “But it’s not funny! You were just being a bitch” He mutters out, shaking his head before the realisation of his words fell on him the same time they fell on you.

Your entire face fell. Never had Spencer called you anything like that — he had commented repeatedly how much it pissed him off when peoples partners called them names like that. He had never been anything other than gentle with you.

He said your name as his eyes fell on your face. Before he could even open his mouth to apologise you were pushing past him to walk away. His hands reached out to grab ahold of your wrist as he repeated your name but you only flung his arm away from yours and you continued walking to the bedroom.

Spencer stood with his head in his hands as he knew better than to follow you right now. All the anger he had felt from the day that had built up slipped away when he saw the look on your face. — Hurt. He hurt you all because he had a crappy day.

He heard the bedroom door slam shut causing his shoulders to flinch slightly. He wanted nothing more than to follow you and spend the rest of the night apologising to you, he didn’t think there was anything he could do to express how sorry he was.

But he knew better than that. He knew it would just annoy you more if he walked in there right now and that was the last thing he wanted.

Instead he spent the next hour in the kitchen finishing the dinner you had started making — He knew wouldn’t taste nearly half as good as it would if you made it, his cooking skills no where near as good but he found himself doing it anyways.

He relished in the slight distraction but it only did so much as his mind continued travelling to you and the words that had left his mouth. He didn’t mean them. You weren’t a bitch. You were nothing of the sorts and the fact that he had even let that slip sent guilt coursing through his veins.

The day had been nothing but shit. To say the least. Everything was going wrong and Spencer couldn’t shake the annoyance. It didn’t help that right before leaving he had gotten into an argument with Morgan about something on a past case.

He didn’t mean to take his bad day out on you, he never did.

He finished the dinner, but the appetite he once had disappeared as it replaced the spot in his stomach with nothing but guilt. His feet trailed towards the door of your shared bedroom.

Every step was filled with dread as his mind traveled to every possibility. His heart shattered into a thousand little pieces as he heard your soft hiccup through the door.

“Honey?” He brought his hand up to knock on the door gently with his knuckles. His tone was the softest he had used his day — completely the opposite to what it had been the last time he spoke to you.

You didn’t reply but you went quiet. Probably trying to hide the fact you were crying. That made him feel worse — he deserved to feel worse. He knew that.

“Dinner is ready.. Are you hungry” He asked, not pushing his way through the door he was talking to you through. There was a pause on the other side of the door.

You, were curled up on the middle of your bed. Spencer’s hoodie was tugged up over your knees as they pulled to your chest. Your face was blotchy and scarred by the soft tears that stained your cheeks.

You hadn’t been able to shake Spencer’s words no matter how much you tried. You knew he was angry and had a bad day but you couldn’t help but be beyond mad — unfortunately when you are mad it ended in tears.

You wiped the tears from your face as if that would have any effect on the sound of your voice. “No.” You replied, trying to put on the most secure voice you could muster up but it wavered none the less and stayed quiet.

Your heart pounded as you closed in on yourself. “Can I come in?” He asked.

You wanted to say no, push him away and tell him to go fuck yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to, a small part of you aching for his comfort no matter how mad you were, you wanted to hear him apologise, even if you failed to believe it.

“Okay.” Your voice was small.

The door was being pushed open gently a moment after and you avoided meeting Spencer’s gaze, keeping your gaze fixated on the plush of the crisp white sheets that covered the bed.

If you did look at him, you would’ve seen his heart break all in his features at the sight of your tear stained face. His feet pattered towards you as he sat down on the edge of the bed, a respectable distance away from you, not wanting to push any boundaries.

“Im sorry” He said quietly, it sounded genuine and it burnt a way into your chest. You never brought your eyes to meet his as your mind failed to comprehend a response. You didn’t have a whole lot to say.

So instead, you just nod.

He frowns. “I am really - Im so sorry.” He said, shifting uncomfortably on the bed, eyes trailing over your face, uncomfortable silence washing over the room as he tried to figure out what to say next. “I had a shit day — which isn’t an excuse. I should’ve never called you that. I shouldn’t have taken my bad day out on you” He muttered.

You nodded curtly. “Okay.” Was all you said in response. There wasn’t a lot you could muster up as despite his apology his words burnt into the back of your mind, leaving a engravememt on your brain.

He frowned deepened. He knew he didn’t deserve your forgiveness and he didn’t expect it. He hurt you and he apologised hated that.

“I love you.” He said softly. Even if you didn’t believe his apology he wanted you to at least believe that he loved you.

You just nodded feeling a lump in your throat as your chest grew impossibly tight. You kept your arms wrapped tightly around your knees, holding them close to your chest almost as if to try and numb the burning sensation that made its way through to your ribcage.

You didn’t answer.

“I’ll leave you a plate in the microwave okay?” He muttered after a moment of silence. The silence dawned heavy and cold. You didn’t bother replying as he stood up.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before a soft sigh left his lips. “Im really sorry” He apologised again.

You didn’t see him again that night, you assumed he slept on the couch which made you feel slightly bad but you were so.. hurt.

The argument was stupid. He knew that, he knew it was a joke and any other time it wouldn’t have bothered him in the slightest, he hated how the one time it did he took it out on you.

The next day you didn’t see Spencer when you woke up, you assumed he went to work which made a puddle of relief fill your stomach as you realised you were able to self indulge in your feelings while he was away.

You missed him.

The door opened at 7:34, a lot later than when Spencer usually arrived home and for a while you were genuinely considering maybe he wasn’t going to come home.

You turned to face him as he stepped into the kitchen where you were, the same positioning the two of you had been in when the argument first arose.

“Hi.” He said softly, placing his car keys on the counter. You looked over him and guilt fell as you he looked a mess.

He pulled his arm from behind his back, handing you a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. He chewed at his lip nervously as you didn’t say anything but took the flowers from his hand, looking over them.

Your favourites.

“I know flowers aren’t an apology, thats not why I got them” He said quietly, you remembered a conversation you had with him about hating how guys got their girlfriends flowers as an apology — and he agreed, going on to say that guys should be getting flowers constantly.

You perked up slightly as you furrowed your brows in confusion — if not an apology why now.

“The last ones I got you are browning.” He said, reading your look of confusion. Your lips pursed as you looked over at the vase you always kept the flowers Spencer got you in. They were in fact browning.

He dragged his hand through his hair as he placed a grocery bag on the table, before looking back at you. “You aren’t a bitch, you weren’t acting like a bitch, if anything I was.” He said, taking a few things out of the bag.

Your favourite snacks, your favourite drinks and a small velvet box.

Your heart tightened slightly.

He took a step towards you and you stayed in place, pulling your eyes away from the items on the table. “Im really sorry I ever said that. It was stupid and disgusting of me” He hesitantly brought his hand up to your face.

You tensed slightly but didn’t flinch away, allowing him to push strands of hair behind your ear. “You are gorgeous, inside and out. There isn’t a bitchy bone in your body and Im sorry.” He said gently.

“I am so mad at you” You said, the first proper thing you have said to him in days. He knows it shouldn’t but just hearing you talk made his pulse relax slightly — and then speed up all over again.

“Good.” He said gently, “Thats- Its a good thing. You should be mad.” He said softly, “Id never want it to be a situation where you allowed that.. where it happened often enough for you not to be mad. Be mad, mad is good. Don’t be silent” He said as his thumb brushed gently over your cheek.

You hummed. You knew deep down silent treatment was the worst for Spencer, but honestly last night you had nothing to say. “You can yell at me, scream — hit me if you want” His tone was so gentle. You just scoffed, “Im not going to hit you” You said.

He smiled, “I know.”

“You have a lot of making up to do you know.” You pushed out, trying to ignore the way your face instinctively leant into the warmth of his hand, relishing in the soft roughness of his hands.

He nodded, “I’ll do anything, sweet heart.” He said and his tone held nothing but genuine emotion.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Okay?” He asked.

“Okay.. Spence I just said that” You huffed out. A smile lit his lips, he leant down to place a gentle kiss to the top of your head, you tried to hide the smile on your face.

“Okay.” He repeated making you groan but you were smiling nonetheless.

Spencer spent every second apologising for the next two weeks, buying you everything he saw that he thought you would like and going above and beyond until you physically and verbally said that you forgave him.

[feelingdozy]

Stay in Bed - Yuuta Okkotsu

Summary: you get home late from a mission and you slip into bed with Yuuta after a long day. When you get up in the middle of the night to use the washroom, he's wide awake- and as needy as ever

wc: 2,4k

Warnings: 18+, fingering, cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), handjob, blowjob, facesitting, 69, little overstimulation, pussy eating, cum eating, smut and not much plot

Yuuta whines when the grip he has on your waist involuntarily loosens, your fingers prying them lazily off and attempting to crawl out of bed in the dark, only the shine of the moonlight peeking through the blinds to illuminate you and your surroundings. Close to you, your hearing quiet chants being muttered under the boys breath, asking you to get back into bed.

"I have to go pee, yuuta" you whisper-shout back at him, shooting down his requests of you to stay grounded beside him. You wobble as you make your way to the bathroom, trying to avoid hitting anything that might be on the floor you can't make out.

It was early in the morning, and having a somewhat-important mission assigned to you the day of only helped in punctuating the need for rest. You didn't want to do it and be out of energy- also the fact it was almost four in the morning. Your alarm was bound to go off soon, and you'd have to get up- you just didn't want it to be any earlier then it already was. Yet, Yuuta always managed to influence you otherwise.

After taking two minutes, you made your way safely back and fell back down on the plump mattress. His clingy hands quickly returned, now grazing your waste instead, positions swapped from when you first had gone to sleep. They gently caressed your tailbone, leading up to knead at the softness of your stomach as you groan at his actions.

"stoooop" you mumble in a sleepy tone. Ignoring you, he instead comes closer and nudges his head in between the crook of your neck. Feeling the new stream of breath graze your revealed skin, it gives you goosebumps that race along your arms. He places gentle kisses on your collarbone as he moves himself closer to be fully spooning you, making you warm, and feel safe while encaged in his grasp.

Your familiar scent envelopes his nose as he keeps close, sighing as he relaxes beside you. He'd never get tired of burying his face into you, smothering the spot he was targeting, with light kisses and taking in your familiarity and comfort. He was always so grateful.

"mm, you're so warm- do you really have to go on that mission today? I'm sure Gojo can get someone else to do it." He whispered in your ear quietly, insisting on you staying home for once in your career- to spend the whole day lying in bed, you all to himself.

"Yuuta- c'mon- you know i gotta go-" you say trying to shuffle out of his grip on your waist, coming out unsuccessful in the end for him to end up moving his body to be over you, giving you no chance of escape from your spot below. He was now pinning you to it, hands on both sides of your head- a mix of tiredness and the way the blankets on you had engulfed you in its comfiness, wasn't helping you come out of this with a victory.

"Do i have to convince you how nice it'll be if you stay?" Breath hitching at his teasing, you find it hard to not look away- turning your head whenever his eyes find yours above you, shying away at his eager stare. It helps to feed his little ego and put a sly grin on his face- one knowing that you'll do just about anything for him. He's had you wrapped around his finger, and so whenever he had you in such situations- there was no way you could resist nor deny the temptations of his touch on you.

A look so strong had you flushed, unable to think properly- your body started to heat up, and your mind started to wonder, betraying you and getting badly distracted. A hungry look still on you, he wasted no time.

His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt with ease, lifting it over your head, not even noticing that you were holding your breath at the mere sight of him so clouded by lust- his eyes only focused on you. His digits glided down your body, sensitivity making you arch the slightest into his gentle touches. Your body pleaded for more, small whines at his teasing slithering past the opening of your lips.

He had a craving for you that he needed to be satiated- he couldn't help himself. Seeing you gasp and writhe under his control had his mind going crazy with all the other outcomes he was foreseeing from such a dull, yet enticing moment between the two of you. He never got tired of the sight. He wanted more. He wanted to give you more.

He lowered his head to place his needy lips on yours, a deseperate, yet gentle kiss as he nibbled on your lip as approval to slip his tongue in, gaining the upper hand easily and exploring the cavern of your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours in a fit of saliva and desperation to have more. Not caring about how messy it was, your makeout session kept on, escalating to light moans at the way he started to get handsy and grope your revealed chest.

"Mmph- yuuta-" Was the only conceivable thing that could get through to him past the muffler that was your two pairs of lips on the other, too distracted by the way you tasted. Eventually, he broke away to pant for air- lips swollen and disappointed at the sudden loneliness, you were greeted instead by hands finding the waistband of your underwear, cold fingers slipping naughtily under, his eyes scanning your face for approval- only to find rapid nods urging him on.

They first grazed your clit making you buck into his hand, not giving you anymore attention there as he dipped lower and slid the tips of his finger across your slit to gather the slick that had accumulated from his buildup- it was his fault for making you this wet- and he loved it. He loved feeling the proof of his work, knowing you loved it just as much as he did- the touches, the kisses, his words. Everything he did could turn you on if done right- it just had to be Yuuta.

He lifted his hand out unexpectedly, making the band slap against you, feeling the sting and pouting at the disappearance of his warmth- until you saw him licking his fingers. His eyes fluttered closed, and little groans of enjoyment left his lips- a pleasured look on his face. "Always taste so good for me, pretty girl." He cooed, making you speechless.

You were left stunned at the sight, not knowing what to do- was it hot? Yes. It made your clit pulsate with need- eager for more of the friction it had gotten before- he was turning you on even more.

"Mm, Yuuta- need more, please-" He kissed your lips to shush you, obeying your pleas, and instead of creeping his hand in, took the underwear off you completely, leaving you now stripped bare- hissing at the sudden cold. He took his shirt off immediately after, not yet removing his pants- and you could see the hardening bulge apparent in his loose pair of sweats.

You were suddenly intrigued, wanting a taste of him just as much as he craved a taste of you. Suddenly, a good idea had presented itself in your mind.

"Yuuta- want to switch up the positions this time?" Voice stuttering a little with a wavering tone, a mix of embarrassment and hesitancy combined. His eyes suddenly lit up, sparking an expression he didn't usually make- one full of curiosity and eagerness. Leaving you no time to take your question back, he took your hand in his, squeezing and replying with a serious, "Yes".

The bed rustled underneath the two of you as you switched into position- you were sat on top of his face, your mouth over his cock, and his breath fanning over your folds. Your stomach ignited with excitement, but scared to make any moves- you didn't want to suffocate him, after all. Like he read your mind, he casually spoke out.

"If I need air, I'm a weak man- you won't hurt me, pretty- just take a seat, let me pleasure you." His hands tightly gripped your thighs that were kneeling beside his head, pulling you down. You yelped at the sudden feeling of his tongue intruding, trying to focus on his rock-hard cock in front of you so you didn't make a mess of his face all at once. The head was a heavy red- eager and wanting- and so you gave it what it needed, lowering your mouth and encasing it. The warmth of your mouth made his toes curl slightly and encouraged the need to thrust up. You sucked on the head lightly, getting a guttural groan from the man licking up and down your slit above you. You started to coat the rest of his dick in your spit by lowering your head down slowly, engulfing it and moving down until it was stuck deep in your throat, feeling it hit the back while you felt his tuff of hair indicating his torso was near, indicating you had done it.

"Holy fuck pretty- ha- so good for me- mm!" Breaking his personal promise, his hips lifted off the mattress, somehow pushing himself deeper down into you.

Holding back the urge to gag, you held it there before coming up for a breath, tears pricking at your eyes from the double stimulation. You felt his fingers poke at your hole, gathering your slick and putting a finger in while focusing kitten licks at your clit. He hadn't distracted you enough to keep you away from your torture- moving on to bobbing your head up and down.

You kept your pace simple and slow and first, hand wrapping around the base you hadn't covered. When you came up, you'd lick the precum oozing out of him, sucking gently on the head ever so often to have him buck his hips fervently, eliciting cute reactions that told you he was liking it. Teasing him some more, you sucked hickeys into his thighs while your hand stayed stroking him whenever he'd show signs of being close, steady and relentless. When you did, he'd only whine into your cunt at the loss, the vibrations making you unconsciously grind into his face, loving the way the plush of his tongue felt scraping against you- exploring you everywhere, savoring your taste.

Knowing what you were doing, he had started to get more vocal and more frustrated with time. Catching on easily, he'd play the same game- putting in another finger, you gasped at the intrusion, trying to pull away from his face as he sucked at your bundle of nerves. Moans from the both of you were spewing from your lips in tandem, muffled and drowned out by the sounds made from both ends.

The feeling pulled you off his cock, struggling to do anything but moan and chant his name- "Yuuta- fuck, stop- 'm gonna cum if you keep going-"

The curl of his fingers were bringing you to your high, and you wouldn't be the only one going down- you took him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks to suck hard- sinking all the way to the base successfully. You increased your pace, bobbing up and down with haste, hand tightening around his uncovered girth faster then you had done the ministrations before. He, too, had sped up, his fingers thrusting into you making them way more noticeable and bothersome in terms of making you cum. You were insistent on making him break below you- but your legs were trembling, ready for him to break you.

Now you were both bucking into each other, on the edge of release. His tongue had switched from liking to sucking, eating you up- most-likely pussy drunk, he drank up every bit of slick that oozed out your hole and onto his face- coating his chin in a mix of his drool, and your juices. He paid it no mind- he was made to worship whatever you had to offer him, and this was the best part. He slurped you up, the obscene sounds feeling both your ears and the otherwise quiet room.

Enclosing his mouth on your clit, his harsh sucking with the curling of his fingers made your hips roll into him, grinding onto his face without a care in the world.

"Haahh- Yuuta, fuck! Cumming, cumming!"

"Me too pretty- me too- fuck! Don't stop-" Both moaning messes on the edge, you doubled down on your efforts- and so did he. Your grip on his dick was perfectly aggressive, bobbing up and down while your tongue explored the veins that lined his pretty cock, switching from that to sucking hard, focusing on the head. He deepened the thrusts of his fingers, your g-spot being hit every time he curled them, pairing it with the mind-blowing feeling of his lips enclosed on your clit, sucking it expertly- he knew you too well, back to front, and he was using it to his advantage- he knew how much you liked the feeling.

Nonetheless, you both came at the same, striking you in unison. His warm semen spilled deep into your throat, feeling it spurt ropes as it filled your mouth, not caring as you swallowed it down with pride, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. It twitched at the kitten licks you gave when making sure he got it all out- stopping once you had heard him aggressively panting. Keeping on until the pleasure started to sting, Yuuta cleaned you up by sticking his tongue in your overflowing entrance, overstimulating you while grabbing your thighs tightly to make sure you wouldn't be able to get up while he was finishing his meal, making you squirm and plead for him to let up.

Finally letting his hold loosen, you were both coming down from your high, slow, and succumbing to the tiredness as the adrenaline was coming down. Your eyes threatened to shut, spooked back open by Yuuta's gentle hands lifting you fully off of him and comfortably onto the bed below you.

He kissed your forehead, smiling lazily at you- gaining the same look back as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him back in for another. Unable to resist his beautiful face, you relished in his beauty as you brought him back up to get a clear view and gaze into his breathtaking eyes.

"Yuuta- thank you. Love you."

Smothering you with kisses at the proclamation, he was giddy- quick to say it back.

"Love you too, pretty. Love my girl, forever."

Safe to say you called into work that morning- too tired, and a little sore- might've been from the couple more rounds you had after the first.

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[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝟒 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong needed to show you how much he liked you. But he couldn't help but wonder how long he could dance around the fact you were his best friend's sweet, innocent daughter.

『Word count』 : 2.35k

-> Genre: Fluff. Romance. DBF.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Nightmares. Slight unspoken trauma. Wet dreams. Flirtish texting. Flirting. Romance some spicy thoughts. mention of sex. mentions of fooling around. lots of staring and pinning. Hongjoong IS the standard. Fluffy, so very fluffy. Insecure thoughts. Reader fell first, but Hongjoong fell harder. Whoops.

Note: Sorry I didn't post last night, I wanted this to be longer, so i had to scrap and start again. But it's done now, hehe. Also, special tags to @mingis-prince @likexaxdaydream @itza-meee @dinossaurz @nopension @mysteriousrainsworld @therealcuppicake for interacting and loving this little series. ♡♡

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Turning the key in the lock of your door, you sigh finally entering your quiet home. Chucking your duffle bag through the door and down the hall, you manage to kick off your shoes and lug the rest of your bags inside. You were sweaty, tired, and plan out annoyed right now. Sexual frustration was not something you needed but here you are. Once the ordeal in the car was over, Hongjoong helped you out of the car, tucking himself back into his pants before exiting the vehicle himself. he bid you goodbye saying he’d see you soon. How soon you didn’t know, but you were fearing to ask, becoming too busy with feeling his lips on yours as he pushed you up against the door of the car. You had hooked up a leg around his waist, moaning for more while his lips explored your jaw and neck.

‘Go home and get some rest angel.’ His words still rang in your head as you showered and hopped into bed. It was just past mid-day but you were so tired, you just closed your curtains and slipped straight under the covers. It didn’t take long for you to pass out, drifting off quickly into a dreamy land where all you could think about was Hongjoong taking you, tasting you. Loving you….

-

You had woken up in shock, your nerves feeling shot and hot. It was like all your senses heightened. You hadn’t realized you were having a nightmare until you managed to jump yourself awake. You raked your fingers through your hair feeling the sweat on your brow. This is odd, you thought. You weren't someone to have nightmares, then again you don’t think you’ve ever had nightmares. It wasn’t something your brain did, yet here you were, shaking, reeling over the images your cruel mind had painted. Hongjoong didn’t want you, he was just using you. He just wants to fuck you and leave. He wasn’t going to be with you after taking your virginity.

You felt so stupid. Of course, an older man with years of experience wouldn’t want you as a partner. He just wants some fun, a distraction from his life. You didn’t know how long you cried for but when you finally left your room you noticed the clock on your dining room wall read it was almost ten-thirty. You rubbed your swollen eyes, grabbing your phone off the kitchen counter. You yawned checking your notifications seeing your father asking if you made it back already then complaining you had fallen asleep without calling him. But what caught your eye were messages from an unknown number, the unknown you quickly found out to be Hongjoong.

‘Hey, I got your number from your father. Sorry if that’s weird’ - sent at 8:35 pm

‘I had a really fun time with you’ - sent at 8:36 pm

‘Would it be too forward to ask if you want to go out tonight? I can’t stop thinking about you’ - sent at 8:45 pm

‘Angel did you fall asleep?’ - sent at 9:48 pm

You felt your cheeks hurting at the last one, smiling brightly. It almost made you forget about the anxiousness you were feeling moments ago. You sat down on your couch, staring at the text bubble. You didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to go out? But where? Was he referencing a club? Or a fancy restaurant. Maybe he just wanted to catch a movie… do people his age go to see movies?! you cringed thinking just how childish you could be. Did he think of you as childish? Young? God, you were overthinking again. 

“Okay!” you huffed out, shaking the thought, while sitting straight up. You held your phone with two hands, tapping your thumbs on the screen, sending your thoughts before your mind you take it back…

‘You wanna go out? Where?’ - sent at 10:35 pm

‘No hello? I thought better of you princess.’ - sent at 10:35 pm

you blushed, locking your phone for a moment, and staring at the ceiling. You could practically hear him call you princess. The was his whispers so lowly in your ear while his fingers would be so deep in yours—a ding from your phone shattered your thoughts, looking at the bright screen you read a new message he sent.

‘I wanted to take you out to dinner. But honestly, I’d do anything as long as I get to be around you’ - sent at 10:37 pm

Your heart was jumping, thumping so deeply in your chest that you felt like it was about to burst right out. As long as I get to be around you.. that was the smoothest thing you’ve ever read in your life. He was so charming, a gentleman and you kind of forget that from all the interactions of him spilling filth in your ears. You tried to message back as casually as you could;

‘Dinner sounds fun. But won't everything be closed by now? We don’t have reservations.’ - sent at 10:40 pm

‘Don’t worry about that. Just dress nice and meet me out the front of your apartment building.’ - sent at 10:41 pm

You shut off your phone, practically jumping to your feet. Your nightmare was long gone as you picked out something to wear, deciding on a long pink sundress with little strawberries and a white corset belt to make it look a bit more classy. You found a matching colour shall, finishing your outfit with some white docks with frilly pink socks. You chose to pick them cause, let's face it, you couldn’t wear heels. You’d end up looking like a fawn just learning how to walk and break an ankle or your foot. 

Once you were finally finished you grabbed your phone, seeing it was about ten minutes since Hongjoong sent his message. You couldn’t wait another moment, locking up the doors as best as you could, running down the stairs since the elevator was down—yet again—getting to the exit in no time. You looked out onto the street, feeling the air nip the tip of your nose and eyes slightly water at the change of temperature. “God Doll, you look like you’ve run a marathon.”

“Haaaa.” You pant out closing your eyes. You could hear the older man chuckling at your antics. The way your hair was slightly frizzy. How your chest takes a large batted breath and your corset sits slightly askew. Your face was flushed and red, and his mind went south a tad. He shook it away for a moment, walking up to you. You finally opened your eyes, seeing the broad man was almost flushed against you. He had basic dusty almost black jeans on, one of those old man belts. The dark brown ones that have been worn for years, and no one knows where to get one other than fathers or elderly men. He was wearing a different black shirt. A looser one. It made him seem more relaxed and more… comfortable.

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His car was nothing other than lavish and chic. You’ve never sat in such an expensive car. It felt like sitting in pure diamonds. The leather was soft, and the velvet on the chair detail was magnificent. The radio wasn’t playing, unlike the way you used it as a way to kill the silence in your car. But rather off, letting you and Hongjoong sit in a comfortable silence. His hand never left your leg as soon as you took off. Him driving is one thing, but him driving one-handed. You felt like you were about to melt onto the chair, and by the thin fabric you were wearing, you’re praying you didn’t.

“So are you taking me?” your voice came out a lot shaker than you would have liked but you tried to brush it off nonetheless.

“Somewhere special.” He cooed softly, lovingly squeezing your thigh.

“Special? We don’t need to go somewhere expensive and extravagant, you know.” You laughed. You didn’t need him to spend money on you, cause you knew if given the chance he would. He was just that type of person. He had bought your father over five hundred dollars worth of Lego one time because he wanted to. You still remember the look on your father's face, as if he was about to have a heart attack with how many boxes were stacked in his home office. 

“I want our first date to be lavish. I want to treat you like royalty. Is that too much to ask?” He grunts, briefly smiling in your direction before looking back to the road. You gulped, feeling a wave of butterflies dance in your tummy. Your fingers began tugging at the hem of your dress, feeling a red blush creep on your cheeks.

“Our f-first date…” that’s what he had said. He thought of tonight as a date. Not just hang out time with two friends. The car came to a stop, not noticing you were standing outside valet parking. He unclipped his belt, turning his attention to you with a cheeky smirk on his beautiful features.

“Of course, this is our first date, and I wanna treat my girl to an unforgettable night.” his words made you suck in a sharp breath, not even hiding the way his words affected you. His girl. His. Your heart was doing flips right now. You looked away from him for a moment, hoping it would help calm the racing thump in your chest. But your eyes caught onto the dimly lit restaurant. It was like no one was even here.

“It looks closed. Are you sure we can even get in now?” You had no clue what the time would be. But given you left your place around eleven and you’ve been in the car for about twenty minutes. You knew it was already much too late for anything to be opened. He just clicked his tongue, hopping out of the car, circling the bonnet and stepping in front of your door, opening it for you. 

“Like I said. Don’t worry about it.” he let out a hand for you to take, which you grabbed happily, letting you out of the car. He pulled you snugly against his body, using his free hand to pat down your ass, moving the fabric so he could fall nicely on your figure, he was so attentive, and observant. It made your heart so full of how caring he is. You walked to the front door, your arm snaked tightly with you. Your hand resting snugly on his bicep, you could feel the way his muscle tenses under your fingertip. You had to shake any unholy thoughts that were crossing your mind as you entered the empty restaurant.

There was a row of candles, leading into the building. You turned to Hongjoong seeing his smile had grown brighter, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Well go on.” He let you go, letting you walk slowly down the aisle of lit red and black candles. All the tables were empty and unmade, chairs missing and most likely packed away but in the centre of the room was one table with a beautiful white cloth and a cute little dull lamp in the centre. There was a red curved couch hugging around the dark oak table, gifting anyone who sat down a more intimate setting. You felt tears begin to swell at the sight, no one had ever done something so romantic for you before but now that you mentioned it, your previous one and only partner probably didn’t have a single romantic bone in his body. 

“J-joongie..” You didn’t even notice the pet name as it slipped off your tongue. Hongjoong did, and god did it make his heart skip a beat. He wanted everything to be perfect for you. He wanted, needed to tell you how much he cared. Not just for the sex but for your company. He liked having you around. He loves hearing you laugh every time he says something funny. He loves the way your nose scrunches as the bubbles of the champagne tickle it. He loves the way you love food and describes all the joys and flavours and styles to cook. God, he was thankful now he didn’t give you a home-cooked meal. He would have been too afraid of your critic pallet tasting his mediocre dishes. 

His eyes would crease and smile at everything you say or do. And the outfit you wore made him fall for you even more. Your style was such an opposite to him, but yet it matched him perfectly, like two peas in a pod as his mother would say. If she was here, she would be yelling at him about ‘How have you not asked for to marry you already’. insecurities would settle in soon at that thought… You both like each other. Want to be with each other. And yet. You were his best friend's daughter. You were half his age younger. God, he wished he had met you on the street randomly. Maybe then the relationship would have been easier. Your father would most likely hate him. Heck, would he hate you afterwards? Seducing his older, very single, and very hot friend? 

Forbidden love…

And as the night drew on, you would shimmy closer and closer in the rounded couch until you were flushed next to him. He would talk about his work and his plans in life. And you were speaking about your own ambitions. And, of course, they had to match. Everything was so perfect. Right down to the movies you both liked and the music you both listened to. You were equals in every way.

The question that circled both your minds now was… how long could you keep this a secret?

[twit-ter-pa-ted]

Hi, I saw that your request is open but I am not sure where to request you so I send here. Hope this is correct.

Can I request for anime sanji? I have some ideas where f reader like him but feel insecure so she don't confess. And for sanji, he feel that he don't deserve love so he keep thinking the reader is just kind. And maybe the crew make them confess or something. Not sure this is enough but thank you in advance!

The Exception

pairing: anime!Vinsmoke Sanji x f!Reader

warnings: silly mutual pining, the crew making everything so very obvious, reader and sanji kind of being blind, reassurances!! <3

a/n: thank you for requesting! yes, you requested at the right place hehe. i really enjoyed writing this one :)

+ lil backstory for the title, i was thinking of one then thought of 'foolish one' by t.swift, but like obviously with how the title is written, reader obviously is the exception. yeah that's about it. enjoy reading!

You had always known Sanji to be the flirty type.

Every woman he'd see, he'd end up talking to - flirting with.

Even you fell for the trap. Moreover, you had fallen for him.

You know you shouldn't, because he flirted with every woman he'd come across. You weren't anyone special, certainly not to him.

But then there would be times that it seemed as if he would slip. "Would you like some snacks while you wait, my missus?"

Your eyes widened at the pet name but you tried to hide it, given that he would probably often use it with others, too.

Usopp watched curiously from afar as the two of you looked away from each other, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

Sanji can't believe he just called you that. He hoped he hadn't called himself out.

Luffy then suddenly approached the two of you.

"Hey! How's my favorite cook and favorite crew member doing?" He placed an arm around both your shoulders.

You chuckled as you were saved from the awkward tension you think you created. "You can't say I'm your favorite crew member, Luffy."

"Why not? I'm the captain."

"I was just offering to make Miss Y/N a snack, captain." Sanji looked at you as he spoke, though you couldn't bring yourself to look back at him.

"Oh, I want one!" Luffy took his arm from around your shoulders to raise his hand.

"What about you, lovely?" He asked you. You finally looked at him.

"Sure, Sanji." You smiled up at him. "Anything will do, thank you.

He nodded with courtesy. "Coming right up. It won't take long."

Nami was waiting inside the cabin when Sanji entered to use the kitchen. "Oh, Miss Nami," he noticed her presence, "I'm making snacks for the captain and Y/N, would you like something specific?"

"I'll have whatever they're having. Thanks," she spoke, seeming distracted.

Sanji went on to start making a snack that he thought you'd like. While doing so, he noticed Nami's gaze remained on him.

"Anything I can help you with?"

Nami smiled. "You like her."

Sanji looked at her, then uttered your name in a question. He then chuckled nervously as he looked back down at what he was cutting up.

"No, what makes you think that?"

"The fact that you immediately thought of her when I didn't give any hints or names as to who I'm talking about."

Sanji paused from cutting, then went back to it. "No, it's nothing like that. She's too good for me. She should be with someone who actually deserves to be loved by her."

"You just said it's nothing like that then proceeded to prove me it's something like that." Sanji only smiled - he got caught and he knew it.

"Don't mind it, Miss Nami, it's not a big deal." Nami, finding that she had gotten the information she needed, shrugged her shoulders and went to her room.

Meanwhile, as you watched Sanji retreat into the kitchen, Luffy looked between you and Sanji's departing figure.

"Seems you and Sanji are getting along well, huh?" You hummed.

"Zoro told me you had a crush on him." You almost choked. "Is that true?"

"Zoro?" You looked at where he laid, sleeping on the floor of the main deck. Your volume lowered.

"You don't think he told Sanji, do you?"

Luffy didn't seem to get your hint for him to lower his voice, as he laughed very loud. "With how much they play around and shout at each other, I don't think they have time to talk about those things."

You squinted your eyes at him. "You're not telling Sanji, are you?"

His brows furrowed in confusion. "No. Why, should I?"

"No!"

"Gosh, Luffy, don't you know the principles in these types of situations?" Usopp had began approaching the two of you.

"What situations?" Luffy curiously asked.

Usopp sighed hopelessly. "Don't worry. I've been the Sanji in these situations a lot of times, I know just what you need to do."

"What do I need to do, Captain Usopp?" You teased, deciding to go along his narrative. Usopp's face lit up as you called him captain, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Hey, I'm the captain," Luffy argued.

"Shh, now." Usopp waved at Luffy dismissively while keeping his gaze on you. He then placed a hand on the ledge you were leaning against and pointed at you.

"Here's what you need to do: you're gonna glance at each other shyly at first, then you'd start to get closer to each other until not a day passes where you don't talk endlessly, then he's gonna tell you how he finds you beautiful and how you light up his world, then you'll share a kiss of happy ever after."

You turned to Luffy, though he seemed convinced.

"Woah, that sounds so cool!" Luffy genuinely/ gawked.

"...Isn't that the plot for famous romance stories?"

You questioned to affirm.

"...No," Usopp denied.

You shook her head as you exhaled. "Either way, I'm not doing that. I'd just be making a fool of myself."

One of their brows raised in unison. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, look at me." They looked, and they looked puzzled. You chuckled. Of course you had to point it out, it was them you were talking to. "I'm not exactly pretty."

Their eyes widened, bewildered.

"...WHAT?"

You heard the sound of a sword unsheathing from the main deck.

"Oh. Zoro!" Luffy waved at the swordsman, clueless that his exclamation had led to him waking up.

"Sorry, Zoro, we're all safe!" Usopp reassured.

"Then why are you screaming for?!" Zoro shouted back, scolding them.

"Boy, he sure gets grumpy when he gets woken up." Usopp scratched the nape of his neck.

Luffy's booming voice echoed across the ship's entire deck. "We're telling her how to tell Sanji she likes him!"

"Are you trying to tell him yourself?!" You and Usopp knocked him upside the head.

"Shh, he'll hear you!" Usopp said at the same time.

"You're not telling me you like that curl-fry freak?" Zoro asked as he got into position to go back to sleep.

"What does it matter? Nothing's obviously going to happen."

"Not when you're bringing yourself down. You need to stop doing that." He crossed his arms and shut his eyes.

"I'm sorry, okay?" You looked at the three of them.

"I'm sorry that the truth offends you." Usopp and Luffy gently knocked you upside the head.

* * * * * *

Everyone knew about your little crush at this point. And Sanji had to have heard Luffy.

He was acting odd now, but not in a way that anyone who didn't observe him as much as you did would notice.

"Miss Nami, would you like some refreshment? I made cocktails to battle the heat," he offered. You and Nami had been sitting on chairs overlooking the ocean, a table between the two of you.

"Thank you, Sanji."

What seemed like a brief pause (Nami silently signaled Sanji to approach you while the latter's cheeks became flushed) settled while you tried to mind your own business.

Then Sanji called your name. Just your name.

"Cocktail? It's good."

You swallowed the lump that built up in your throat.

"Of course it is, Sanji, you're the one that made them," you complimented as you took a glass. Though you had looked away, Sanji smiled at you at your compliment. Then he brought his foot down onto Luffy's head.

"These are for the ladies, Luffy!" He scolded as the captain reached for a glass.

Luffy frowned as he rubbed the crown of his head through his straw hat. "Ow."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the interaction.

"Thank you, Sanji."

Sanji's scowl left his face as he turned to you, a smile replacing it. "You're welcome, my love."

Nami slowly turned to you as she heard Sanji's footsteps depart.

""My love," you are kidding me," she was first to speak.

"He's called you "my love," before," you argued with a chuckle.

"He called me "love," there's a difference, the biggest being I wasn't his love."

You shook your head. "Nami, I - "

"You have got to tell him," she told you sternly. You looked in her eyes to see if there was any way out of her decision for you.

"It doesn't mean anything, I'm telling you," you insisted.

Nami contemplated on telling you about Sanji's accidental confession of his feelings towards you.

She decided to wait on it.

* * * * * *

The crew teased you a lot.

There was no way he didn't know at this point.

There was even one time Luffy slipped up during dinner.

"You know, when I see the two of you together," he motioned towards you and Sanji, who had winded up sitting next to each other, "I just keep thinking about the time Zoro and Nami told me about your little cru - "

"Crud!" You cut him off in a shout, then stomped on his foot under the table.

"Ow!"

"Oh, crud, I - "You could see Usopp stifling a chuckle. You stomped on his foot as well.

"Ow!"

"Stubbed my toe," you said flatly. "But it's fine," you reassured.

Sanji glanced under the table and sharply exhaled. "We really do need a doctor."

He stood from the table with his plate, placing it in the sink before taking out a pack of cigarettes and facing the counter.

"You keep your mouth shut," you told Luffy with a hushed tone.

"The sooner you tell him, the sooner we'll leave this hell of you pining over him," Zoro spoke before scooping food into his mouth.

"He's oddly right," Nami agreed with the swordsman.

You glanced at everyone at the table before sighing exasperatedly. You stood wordlessly from the tahle and went to your shared room with Nami.

Sanji turned as he heard footsteps, his hand raising as he almost called for you. "Oh - " Your door swung shut before he could.

"She's heading to bed early," Nami excused you.

"Huh..." Sanji looked at your closed door and inhaled through his cigarette. "I was gonna give her a desert."

Still, he turned back around to face the counter.

"Ooh, can I have it instead?" Luffy asked, already salivating and reaching for it despite it not being finished.

"No, you can't." He kicked Luffy's hand away.

* * * * * *

You think Sanji finally had enough.

He seemed pent up today, his mouth moving as if he were speaking to himself (though the cigarette between them didn't fall), though no words came out.

It totally wasn't odd, the way you would pass by the kitchen on the way to your room and back to the main deck multiple times just so you could assess what he was feeling without staying in the same room as himself for too long.

You were on your way back to your room when he called your name. You froze in your steps and slowly turned to face him.

"Why do you keep going back and forth?"

...He noticed.

"I'm getting things from my and Nami's room," you thought quickly.

"Like what?"

Nothing came to mind. "...Things."

He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

"Are you okay? You seem pent up." He seemed taken aback when you talked before he could, because he only looked at you for a moment.

"What's been going on with you?" He asked.

"What's been going on with you? I asked you first."

He sighed and took his cigarette between his middle and index finger as he took a hit from it.

"The crew's just been having some inside joke, apparently." Your blood ran cold.

"Yeah." You nervously scratched the back of your head. "You shouldn't...listen to them."

Sanji's brows creased together with confusion.

"No, I'm supposed to tell you that." He pointed at you.

Your brows furrowed as well. "Because...?"

His eyes slightly widened. "...I thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

He muttered something.

"What?"

"That I...like...you," he spoke louder this time, and more hesitant.

You were stunned for a moment.

"...Why?"

"What do you mean "why?"" He questioned bewilderedly.

"Have you seen me?" You motioned at yourself.

"Darling, all I do is look at you." He chuckled. "You're the most beautiful, most clever, most kind person I've ever met."

You laughed, flustered from his words. "Where are you getting that from?"

"From looking at you - watching you and seeing you struggle to love yourself." He ran his hand through his hair.

"But that's all I've been doing - watching. Even if somehow, you did like me - "

"I do," you cut himself off before you even realized that you did. Still, you continued. "I like you, too."

Sanji sighed, smoke leaving his lips. "We couldn't."

Your heart fell. "Why not?"

"Because I don't deserve you. I don't deserve your love. You're kind and pure, I'm scared I might," he shrugged sheepishly, "taint that."

"You won't," you reassured and absently took his hands in yours, "Here I was thinking you were too good for me."

Then the two of you just laughed, because you both realized that you both thought the same about each other. You sat in silence for a few moments, just looking at each other.

"Maybe we should just try," Sanji suggested. "We've already determined we're too good for each other, I think we should prove ourselves wrong," he humored.

"You do deserve my love," you assured him. "And I want to love you."

"So do I." He smiled at you.

He saw your reciprocated smile falter and if he looked close enough, he could swear to see the different, negative, self-conscious thoughts running through your head at that moment.

He took his hand from yours to tuck your hair behind your ear. "My beautiful, lovely Y/N."

[justatasteofyourpoison]

Too many cooks…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem Reader fan fiction)

Part 2

I didn’t expect to write any more smut, butttt I had so much fun writing the last one (take that depression! :D) This idea came to me while casually preparing a roast on Sunday and singing along to the HH soundtrack. Enjoy!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem Reader

Plot: It’s your turn to cook for the HH gang, but Alastor decides to distract you…

Warnings: 18+, smut, bdsm, blood, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you), slight praise k*nk, p in v.

Word Count: About 1.3K

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The hotel was a hub of joy and excitement tonight, it was Friday night and that meant party time! Each week you all took turns cooking a slap-up meal for each other, then put on music, drank and laughed into the small hours. Last week Sir Pentious served up some sort of inedible egg dish which didn’t go down too well, especially when you all had noticed a couple of his egg boys had mysteriously disappeared… But anyway, it was your turn to shine and you were determined to cook something amazing for everyone!

You had it all planned out, cook a few things to suit every taste; something meaty, something veggie, something carby and something buggy… “Ugh” you scoffed as you placed the tray of roaches into the oven. It was Nifty’s favourite and who were you to deny the endearing little creep?

Niffty ran in and out of the kitchen gathering plates and cutlery to set the table. “Thanks Niffty, you’re a star!” You chimed as she grabbed some plates. “No problem! Everything must be perfect!” She sang as she grabbed some more plates. “And clean” she muttered wiping the top plate manically as she struggled through the door.

You laughed to yourself and began preparing the vegetables on the large island in the middle of the kitchen. “I think I’ll have everyone’s tastes covered with this spread” you thought. But then you remembered - Alastor. Alastor who had invited you to his room last night… Your heart fluttered as you remembered the evening’s amorous activities… “I don’t have any venison for Alastor, he’ll be so disappointed” you thought sadly. You didn’t want to disappoint him, especially now that you were his new flight of fancy.

You continued chopping up vegetables when a familiar feeling washed over you. The static was back and that only meant one thing… “Hello my little Doe” a voice suddenly whispered into your ear. You jumped violently and accidentally pierced the knife into your finger. “SHIT!” you yelped in pain as scarlet began dripping onto the white marble. You grabbed the nearest cloth and pressed it tightly to your finger before spinning round to see Alastor stood there. “Hey Alastor, sorry” you said meekly. “No I’m sorry my dear, I need to learn to not sneak up on people when they’re holding knives. Especially not Niffty, she’s a total liability…” He trailed off, “but here, let me help you” Before you knew it the cloth was tossed aside and Alastor had your finger in his mouth. A seductive look in his eye as his tongue swirled around, making sure to get every drop of you. When he was satisfied he let you go and wiped his mouth across his hand “almost as tasty as last night” he purred looking intently into your eyes. You blushed. “Now don’t be coy with me Y/N, you’re no innocent” he said leaning in closer before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your legs felt weak feeling him against you.

“What are you cooking?” He enquired inquisitively after pulling himself away from you. “Err, a little of this, a little of that” you said brushing a loose hair behind your ear. “But…” you began sheepishly “I haven’t got any venison for you, I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t worry about it” Alastor said coolly “I prefer to catch and eat it fresh” he said almost salivating at the thought. “But the fact I slipped your mind makes me a little sad…” He said his tone changing. Your stomach fell, you never wanted to disappoint the Radio Demon. “I’m sorry Alastor” you said avoiding his gaze. “But, I know how you can make it up to me” he grinned demonically.

Before you knew what was happening Alastor had spun you around and was pressing you down onto the cold marble worktop, his crotch pressed against your buttocks and his powerful hands holding you down by your neck. “Al!” you squeaked in surprise. “Y’know that bit of blood has got me yearning for a little bit more” he growled leaning down over you, his lips against your ear. His lips brushed down to your neck before biting into the flesh gently, his crotch rubbing against you. His lips trailed back up next to your ear. Your face was now flushed hot with excitement. “Last night was wonderful, I think it’s time for round two” he whispered seductively. Your heart skipped a beat, “But what if someone comes in?” you questioned, amazed that you both hadn’t been interrupted already. “I’ll make sure no one will” he said before licking your ear slowly up and down. From the corner of your eye your saw green lock appear on the door. No one would be disturbing you.

Alastor slid his hands down to your black skirt and hoisted it up. “These tights will have to go” he said sternly ripping them off with his claws. You winced as he then spanked your bare arse cheek. “Do you like that Y/N?” You did like that, a lot. “Yes Alastor” you moaned.

“Good girl” he purred as he began sliding your thong down to your ankles. You could hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and felt your body tighten with excitement. He bent back down to your ears “Ready my Doe?” he cooed. “God yes Alastor” you whimpered.

His clawed fingertips traced their way down your back towards your buttocks, he dug his claws into the soft flesh and thrust himself into you roughly, you yelped in pain but didn’t want him to stop. He grabbed you by your pony tail and pulled your neck up, his lips back on your neck giving hickies. He moaned deeply with each thrust into your soaking pussy. “You’re mine” he growled as his stood up tall thrusting harder. His cock was deep inside you, tickling you just were you wanted it. “I thought you were punishing me Al” you moaned. Alastor laughed “Its not my fault you like it you little slut. Now, come for me” his thrusts became faster and the feeling was sensational. He dug his claws into your hips drawing blood and you felt yourself coming hard at the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain “fuck!” you exclaimed before moaning uncontrollably. “That’s it my little Doe” Alastor panted. “My turn!” He thrusted roughly, you could feel your hips starting to bruise from being bashed against the counter. But you didn’t care, all you wanted was Alastor to get there. He leant into you and grabbed your neck before groaning loudly. His cock pulsing inside you as your pussy was filled with him.

He kissed the back of your head before standing up and swiftly dressing himself. He gently pulled your underwear up and let your skirt down. He picked up the tattered tights and laughed “looks like I owe you more clothes!” before making them disappear in a puff of smoke. You chuckled as you turned to face him. You could never get over that face, that smile... He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. “I’ll see you at dinner my Deer. There may not be anything I’ll eat, but some Rye with friends is always a welcomed treat.”

“Sounds good to me” you panted, still trying to recover from what had just happened. Before Alastor reached the door he stopped and turned “I’ll send some of the girls in to help you finish dinner, you’ve just used up a lot of energy so I’m sure you could you some help.” He said with a wicked grin. With a snap of his fingers the lock was removed from the door and he left inconspicuously.

You braced yourself on the counter. “What just happened…? Fuck!” You laughed to yourself removing a hand from the cold counter to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “I’d better clean up this blood, it looks like Niffty’s tortured someone in here…”

All instalments:

[sea-of-dust]

Phantom theif boys x GN! Reader

Dating headcannons!

N: Adding comfort headcannons to knock two asks in one stone, they got changed to just comforting headcannons mostly. Ur not escaping pastel*pallette with this.

He's ready to fully wake up as soon as he hears your voice downstairs or just your footsteps. Morgana is not a fan of suddenly feeling his leg pulled out of bed.

Super ready to tease you. The guys smiling hard before he responds with something stupid. "I dare you" trying to hold off his chucking, he places his hand ontop of yours and spins you, stopping when you face him. "Are you a cheeseburger?" "no"

Let's you brush his hair, in fact you should. Curls are hard, ya know. His wrist can use a break, plus you're the one brushing it he sees it as a win. Ignoring the times you decided to give him pigtails

He can be super romantic at times, especially the most random, "I'm sorry I took so long, your beauty distracted me" he smirked twiddling a bit of his hair, you sigh, after a pause beginning to chuckle "I don't like you" "you love me" kissing your cheek he goes behind the counter "anything you wanna eat?"

He's always gonna be there to comfort you. Holding you close as you cry into his chest over something that had been bothering you, hearing you out while he cooks or staying by your side while you rant. "And then she was like," Oh well you need to go to extra help TO HELL WITH THAT!" You rub your temple "sorry she's just been getting on my nerves" "have you tried dropping or switching classes?" "She would reject the request everytime" you'd wonder why she suddenly accepted the following day. Maybe she finally thought you were just bad at chemistry

Will tell you he's a phantom theif trying to rizz you up. "So like we use these things called personas to fight these shadows" "woah, that's cool, Ryuji." You didn't believe him, but you let him cook, he's trying his best

Embodiment of the YIPPE sound. He loves seeing you. Could be walking to class, and he'd stop midway. "Yo!" "Hey Ryuji" great now he's gonna repeat that 3 more times a day, won't even start a conversation, sometimes, just likes hearing you say hi to him

He's super cuddly when sleepy. "Where are you going" "I told you I'm going home" "nooo" he wraps his arms around your waist "you aren't allowed to leave" trying to slip out he tightens his grip. You had to call your parents to tell them you had no choice but to stay longer

He'd get so excited when anything sport related comes along. "I wanna watch the track team compete this weekend. You should come" "do you need me to bring snacks?" "You bring them every time, though! I'll bring them this time" He'd get super hyped up about someone from the school taking the lead he almost fell off the bleachers at times.

He would buy you snacks, and you two would talk about it on a bench. "He's so annoyingggg" "I know, right!" "Like he can't shut up everything's quiet and this mf 'I HAVE A BUISNESS' shut up" "like at the end of the day he's still an incel" "EXACTLY" you two would end up ranting with eatchother so much you end up calming eatchother down, this would also translate into you just being too sad to even make funny comments. "He's just so draining, kinda makes me wish someone just told him to be quiet" "for real I almost cried at his voice" "it's too squeaky right" "totally" laying your head on his lap you look up at him just thinking. "You're staring into my soul here." he strokes your hair with a nervous expression "good" In the end, he still comforts you the same way

"Oh, it's you" turned to "it's you.." REAL quick, as soon as you started dating, he got shy

He's gonna ask you to help him with art. "Y/n do you mind posing?" "With what?" "These live lobsters I found" ".... no thank you" "but!" "I'm gonna buy you those little wooden dolls just for that" "you're better than any piece of wood!" It turns more into a praise sesson he forgets about the lobsters he's basically keeping as pets at this point

You tried to teach him how to cook, or atlesst follow the recipe. "OK so we have the custard" you grab his hand, holding it up. "Don't use that we need it for later." "My Appologies" "it's alright it's your first time making this" He's fine the first time but gets way better with practice. He'd make you jealous with how nice he'd make his food look

Tried pick up lines they were good, but the execution could use work. "Y/n! Do you have a map? " "For what?" He pauses, looking down as if thinking for the next line "because i can't help but get lost in your eyes" you smirk, watching him get more bashful than you from his own line. "Are you a painting?" You cup his face making him look at you "because I can't take my eyes off you"

He isn't very good in this field...but he has spirit! You'd sigh while watching him paint after a few eye rolls, vacant stares,leaning on him. He's gonna sense it even if you don't do all that. "Is there something on your mind?" You look down to his paints before answering "a friend of mine moved away, and I found out recently she used to steal stuff from others" crossing your arms you continue "I kinda get why some of my stuff went missing now but just to think" "that does seem rather unfortunate" "she's lucky the stuff she took was all under 10 bucks or I would have asked the phantom theives to do something" he pauses his brush for a secound before continuing on "via the website?" "Yea! They'll probably handle her if it genuinely gets outta hand" he smiles as he puts down his paint and brush. "How about we go for a walk for you to let out some steam?" "sounds great"

"I'm alone. Would you like to join me?" "Do you realize how that sounds?" "Do you realize how dirty your mind is?"

He'll be resistant to cuddling at first but then slowly realize he likes it. Won't ask for it tho but he will be a little peeved when they aren't given. Subconsciously learn the way he stares at your arms, how he grips his own, and the way he tries to get a bit closer to you, you've learned the secrets to a touch starved akechi

Would be a bit annoyed when you bring up another dude. "And then Ryuji was shaking the vending machine and the guard thought we were trying to steal snacks" "I see" "I ended up getting em though" "mhm" "you're so aggressively disinterested" "yes I am" You pause before letting the smirk take over your face "so then akechi rubbed my face and asked for a kiss" "I should" he stops typing to press his lips softly on your cheek.

He'd take you everywhere with him. Not a choice, it's only when he's at his job that he's away from you, everywhere else? Same class right next to you. Eating lunch with you, would ask you to play darts with him after school. He'd wonder why you'd look so tired when you two finally got home after school, atleast he helps with homework.

"Akechi" you move hair from his face. "What is it?" You continue touching his face as he watches as your hands move around his face. "Is there something on your mind" "is it that obvious" you pull your hand away, but he takes his into yours. There's a short pause before you decide to speak again. "A person close to me stopped coming to school after an argument we had. I'm pretty worried" "you didn't try contacting them?" "I have, but I think they'll just get more annoyed" you sigh "I just don't know what to do" "let them have their momment they'll contact you when they feel like it, in the meantime" he covers you in the blanket he shared with you momments ago "you could stay here until it leaves your mind"

"So what is skibbity toilet?" "Zen no"

He'd always order for you at places, unless you changed your order he'd get you everytime. "You gotta stop doing that" "Why you jealous I know you better than you know yourself?" "Yes"

He tries to ask you for advice on Akane. "She got upset she couldn't play and eat" "did you try making it a tea party" he scoffs, giggling a bit at the suggestion. "I'm serious. Do you have any tiny tea cups?"

He's definitely touch starved when he gets home. Barely awake, he'd cling onto you, mumbling into your ear. He's fallen asleep for a few seconds on your shoulder. "Let's get you to bed, Zen." "it's comfortable here though." "it'll be more comfortable in bed." "ugghhhhh"

He's gentle when it comes to you, especially when you get home more upset than usual. "So how was work" in a slightly annoyed tone you respond "draining they tried to give me unpaid overtime again" you sigh "hmm" without much words he lays down with you hugging you "do you want anything?" "Sleep" he smiles fondly "this house will be so quiet it's like it was haunted" The next day, do expect most of your chores to be done already, as well as breakfast. It was made with love, not with skill

[amorgansgal]

A Full Heart

Hi, it's me again, being very broody and wanting Halsin to have so many babies! Inspired by @neontokyoo's post here I wrote a little something something about Halsin being a girl dad and having twins, because I just couldn't resist, ok??

Halsin x Female Tav

‘More girls and twins to boot, I don’t envy Halsin, that’s going to be a lot of work!’ 

Halsin had been tending the kitchen gardens in Reithwin when he heard voices float through the windows and it made him stop his work. His oldest daughter, Lyra, was still toddling about happily, her hands covered in mud (which he had to make sure she didn’t end up putting in her mouth) and she’d been eagerly ‘helping’ him as much as a two year old could. They had to replant a couple of things that weren’t ready to be cooked in the kitchen, though it warmed his heart to hear her hysterical laughter at a tiny little carrot. 

‘Baby carrot!’ she had crowed as though it were the funniest thing in the world. 

Now, he was distracted and continued to listen in to the conversation. Elves often had twins, so the fact that he now had two new babies wasn’t too much of a surprise and he had sensed them long before they were born. He had been thrilled that not only was he going to be a father again, but twins were seen as a blessing in Elven culture.

‘I know, he must be so disappointed that she’s given him more girls. Still, she’s young, still time for him to have a son.’

‘Not that young,’ someone else said sniffily. 

His blood simmered with irritation that they would speak so dismissively of his love, especially when she had been through the hells to birth their children and all of them were happy, healthy and safe. Why would they think that this wasn’t a blessing? Boy or girl, it hardly mattered as long as the child was happy and healthy. And he was delighted with them. Ara had been born with an almost disgruntled, dissatisfied look on her face as though she were appalled she had been forced to leave her safe, warm home. And Thalia had cried loudly, until she got to hold her twin’s hand while being held on Tav’s chest. Halsin almost wept at how perfect and beautiful they were.  And in comparison to himself, Tav was young and there was plenty of time to have more children - well, at least he hoped so. If Tav decided three were enough he wouldn’t force them to bear more, but truth be told, he had been hoping for five or six children.

He inhaled deeply, calming himself and got to his feet, quickly swooping Lyra up so she let out a little shriek of joy. Halsin smiled at her and picked up the basket of vegetables. ‘Come, let us put some rumours to rest and wash your hands and face, so your mother can see you.’

‘Stuff and nonsense, he’s always loved looking after the children, after all he was delighted when-’ one of the gossiping women was saying when he strolled into the kitchen. 

‘Oh Halsin!’ one of the older women cried out, he was glad to see the group at least had the decency to look ashamed. After a long silence, she continued, ‘We were just saying-’

‘I know full well,’ he put the basket down and carried Lyra over to a bucket of water, she happily splashed her hands in the cold water and squirmed when Halsin attempted to rub her hands with a bar of soap. It slipped from his grasp and fell into the bucket with a loud plop. Lyra giggled and reached in to grab it, the soap momentarily shot up to the surface and then disappeared again.

‘Slippy soap!’ his daughter cried out.

He fished the soap out and continued to clean his daughter’s hands. He almost felt a little bad that the women were nervously watching him, waiting with baited breath as to what he would do or say. He was no longer archdruid, he wasn’t exactly going to berate them especially in front of his child, however much he would like to. Once Lyra’s face and hands were clean from the mud, he lifted her back up.

‘Rather than speaking behind mine or my loved one’s back, I will assure you I am quite happy and content with three girls. If we have sons, then all well and good, but my heart has never been more full or delighted than with my daughters. We are not in the cities anymore, where such foolish, simple minded rules and beliefs exist concerning a man’s expectations of his wife or lover. Now, if you’ll excuse me,’ he said. ‘I must see to Tav.’

He did not wait for the women to speak further, but left the room. Lyra clung to him tightly and beamed up at him. He smiled at her, that look of adoration and happiness was all he lived for, what did he care if anyone else pitied him or thought he was weak or foolish for not being disappointed? As they approached their house, Lyra wiggled excitedly.

‘Mama?’ she asked.

‘Yes, we’re going to see Mama, and your new little sisters.’

[imrllytootiredforthis]

~Stray Kids reaction to you calling them babygirl~

A/N: This was from the request here, and anon whoever you are thank you bc this was so much fun to write. As always, any feedback appreciated!

18+ Minors DNI

Chan:

It probably wasn’t planned

It was probably like you asked him to do something for you

and ever the pleaser, Chan listened happily, following every command like the good puppy he is

But instead of your usual ‘good boy’ that you would reward him with after,

it was babygirl

his blush would be so pretty and cute as he asked you ‘what did you call me?’

you’d nonchalantly reply with ‘babygirl’, gauging his reaction

tbh I think he’d love it

he loves the way you look at him when you say it,

how it makes him feel, so small and loved

he’d prolly be into some lowkey feminization

like not too far 

but calling him babygirl, making the hairs on his neck stand on end,

letting out loud moans in his accent, slightly twitching while you abuse his prostate with your fingers over and over

making his head spin into a cloudy mush

it would probably make him fall into subspace quickly

Asks you not to call him it outside the bedroom bc it’s embarrassing to him

and you respect that was have almost slipped a few times

Felix:

The ultimate babygirl™️

call him it as he calls you mommy or daddy

will melt at the words, legs literally wobbling as you purr it into his ear all smooth n’ all

is literally the sweetest baby angel ever

forgive him father for he has sinned

Looks the part

doesn’t really think the part

I think he’d be really into roleplay and crossdressing with this one

he’d put on a school girl uniform

slutty little skirt, knee-high socks, tied up blazer

the whole shebang

and you’d be his professor 

he’d be trying to get his grades up

or maybe you’d be the principal

and he’d be a naughty student

a bully

and a nerd

all of them honestly, more than once

and every time they end with him getting bent over a desk or pushed up against the wall, even shoved down onto the floor

as you called him babygirl, all seductively and shit

Just a warning, if you do

no matter if it’s out in public or in the comfort of your house,

you whisper it into his ear and

boom, he’s popped a boner already

Hyunjin:

I believe that this man would love it

I feel like he’d love a lot of fucked up shit

but would be too ashamed to tell you

so he’s probably fantasized about it, imagined it while he’s alone at night, quietly moaning to not wake anyone up

And he’d probably guard that shit like hell, never ever wanting you to ever find out

That all went to plan until it was late one night and you fell asleep on the couch, watching a movie with him

he’s all cuddled up into your chest, distracted from the movie by the sound of your heartbeats

So he tries to wake you up, knowing that you have work the next day and complain about being sore from sleeping on the couch

first he tries calling you name, rubbing your skin in efforts to soothe you into consciousness 

but a thought comes to mind

and so he slithers down between your legs, remembering how you mentioned earlier on that you found the idea of him waking you up by giving you head would be hot

He eases off your pants and underwear, carefully to not wake you up and puts his mouth to work

It doesn’t take you long to wake up and when you do, your hand grips into his long hair, moaning and panting as his tongue works against you

And suddenly, you’re moaning out praises

‘Doing so good for me babygirl,’

So turned on

redoubles his efforts

Anyway, do it

bc it’s hot and hyunjin is so babygirl

Minho:

I think that there’s lots of potential here

Because honestly

he’s never even imagined ever being called that

pretty boy, handsome, baby, kitten he had thought about them but never had he thought about be called babygirl

in fact, bc of how bratty he is he’d probably pretend that he hates it

while he’s melting inside

but he’s not very good at pretending

So it becomes like a secret weapon

whenever he’s bratting off or being annoying, just call him it

and he’ll be turning into putty in your hands

be careful, because he’ll fall into subspace very easily if you do

Just imagine laying in bed with him, not really doing anything but basking in each others company

and your fingers are rubbing his thighs in a sweet non-sexual way

before you lean down to whisper in his ear

‘love you babygirl’

he’ll look up at you with the widest, purest, good boy eyes that it takes you back for a minute

bc he almost never looks at you like that way

he’s getting hard already and lets out a whimper, beginning to grind against your leg

and since he looks so sweet doing it, you indulge

whispering praises like

‘doing so good for me, babygirl’, ‘does that feel good?’, etc

you lead his hips against your leg, praising him the whole way through until he cums and you quickly clean him up and go back to cuddling like before for aftercare

Seungmin:

Loves it

a lot

But does he prefer it?

No

To my very grave i will swear that being called puppy is the number one thing of all time for this man

it just feels so right to him

But being called babygirl?

That’s a very close second

loves them both, puppy coming in just a little bit higher

but either one you choose for the night, if you’re calling him it, he already knows that he’s a goner

The thing is, he never thought that it was something he’d find attractive, ever. In any way, shape or form

but then you called him it, a hushed breath in the midst of telling him how good he was

as he was on a leash, during a ‘training session’

He knew from the first time you said it that he loved it

Swears that it was one of the best sessions you ever had

he brings it up a lot

especially when he’s feeling a bit bratty, bringing up that one time that was so good, that could never be repeated again because you’ve ‘lost your touch’

thinks about it while masturbating

And good news, 

you better bet that you filmed the entire thing, 

Play it next time your fucking him, the audio loud in his ear

tease him about how pathetic he sounded

‘such a dirty little thing aren’t you babygirl?’

‘A-ah! Y-es’

My point is,

Yes.

Jisung:

He’s the true ‘I have no idea’

Because there’s no in-between

He’ll either stop in his tracks and turn to you, cute cheeks red in an angry red flush

and then start yelling at you, truly offended that you’d say that to him

that you see him in that light that you’d call him babygirl

much less in public, or in front of the others, or in private-

-wherever you are, that’s not the point,

he’s offended and calling him that is the issue

OR

The other scenario is that

He’ll either stop in his tracks and turn to you, cute cheeks red in an angry red flush

and immediately jump your bones then and there

He’s ready, 

dick hard, 

mouth open, 

babygirl’s prepped and ready for whatever you wanna do to him

Common decency???

who’s she??

never heard of her

You’re in public?

Good thing that there’s a bathroom in this restaurant!

With his friends?

Good thing that Hannie gets off on humiliation, they might even join in too 

fulfilling whatever sick fantasies are in that porn-addicted, depraved mind of his

You’re in private?

Perfect. Get ready to fuck him hard against the wall, purring babygirl into his ear until he comes so hard he sees stars

Actually do it.

See which one it is

Changbin:

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a million times

FEMINIZATION

DO IT

CALL THIS MAN BABYGIRL

WATCH AS HE STOPS WORKING

BINNIE.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

it’ll be fr so hot

throw him in a skirt and a pair of pretty pink panties

compliment on how pretty your babygirl is, just for you, all for you

by the end i can guarantee you,

no matter how rough or gentle you are,

whether you’re whipping him with a belt or giving him a soft handjob while affirming how good he is,

no matter what you do or how you treat him,

he’ll be downright sobbing in pleasure from it, begging for more-or wait, was it for you to stop?

He’s too fucked out to remember at this point

Calling him that triggers something in him,

and it’s a very good thing

it’s a great way to tease poor binnie

You’ll be out and about, just shopping or eating or walking around and then you offhandedly-

-don’t make it obvious-

-say it

WATCH

watch as he freezes in place

poor thing is so excited he won’t know what to do with himself:(

so just drag him home and tell him what to do

IN:

CANNOT CONTROL HIS REACTIONS FOR SHIT

AND HE GETS SO WORKED UP SO EASILY

If you call him that, he’s already a whimpery, whiny mess

begging for you to touch him despite wherever you may be

but just imagine you’re in public...

he’s so horny

and is letting out breathy little pants into your ear

he’s so embarrassed tho

trying his very very best to cover his hard-on

blushy face n’ all as he looks around, paranoid that anyones watching,

while gripping your hand that’s palming him,

cursing and adoring the sound of your voice in his ear as you call him babygirl

Be ready for a mommy or a daddy to slip out after that

begging either one to go home

so you can take care of him

your babygirl is just so needy for you

he can’t help it

but you’ll gladly help...

once you make him cum in his pants at least once

As you walk home, he’s trying so desperately to cover the stain on the front of his pants, clinging onto your arm for dear life while you drag him home

So, so sensitive

Try to make him cum with just your voice

whispering filthy things in his ear,

referring to yourself as daddy and him as babygirl in the same sentence

it probably won’t even take that much

[weretheones]

All You Got | Part 10

Part 10: A Reminder

Plot: Daryl Dixon hadn’t known much beyond anger and loneliness his whole life, until he found family at the end of the world. Everything he grew to care about was ripped away the day the prison fell; so when he recognized you, an enforcer of his loss, hiding in that cabin, he almost pulled the trigger. But after you end up saving his life, he couldn’t find the indifference to leave you for dead, even if you’d been on the Governor’s side. (Mid-Late Season 4)

Series Masterlist | AO3 Version

Paring: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: typical twd content. mentions of death. mentions of prepping game? A/N: hi hi. another late post. very late. im sorry! life has been so distracting lately and without getting to much into it, I felt like I needed a break from writing to fix my relationship with it (to be healthier, yay). feeling better now <3 hope ur all doing well mwah.

Dawn's slow wake was infectious. Early light stretched through the backseat windows, and the moment it warmed the tips of your fingers flattened across the smooth pleather your muscles began to stir. 

Morning?

Your heavy hand, also half asleep, rubbed your eyes until you could make out Daryl’s figure. He sat in the same spot as you’d left him last night, as if time hadn’t moved since. 

“Daryl?” 

Your voice was groggy. A slow call into the air that, other than the muffled birdsong, was mute. That numb hand, now tingling with every move of your fingers, raised just above his shoulder. In the rearview mirror, you caught his swollen eyes flickering up and down, from your puffy morning face to that hand, outreached and hovering behind him. 

Hesitation won; you pulled back, letting your touch fall on the smooth seat beside you, instead. When you tried to meet his eyes in the mirror once more, they’d fallen. 

“You didn’t wake me up." 

His eyes didn’t lift, but he nodded— a heavy, slow nod. The rest of him moved with that same lethargic pace. He grabbed his crossbow from the driver’s seat and let his hand rest on the door handle for a breath. An inch, he turned back, just barely that you could see the tip of his nose breakthrough that curtain of dark bangs. Not enough to meet your eye straight on. 

“I’ll be back soon.” 

His voice was like sandpaper. Rough and dry, those few words scratched away the confusion you woke up with until it exposed a familiar ache of guilt, simmering underneath. But it was distant this time. Diluted. Not like the boiling hot burn you were used to— no. It wasn’t your guilt lingering. 

It seemed that tie to Daryl, wrapped around your heart, hadn’t loosened much since the fight. 

A few things had changed since then, though. Most notable was that empty feeling in your gut. Hunger. You got out of the car a few minutes later, only glancing at the patch of woods Daryl had walked into before you opened the trunk and grabbed a granola bar. It wasn’t much, but it would soothe that hollow spot.

The sleep calmed you, too. That stinging pain from the memory of Daryl’s sharp words had dulled. Sympathy always had a habit of taking root after the fact, and it was certainly nurtured by the look of regret he was practically drowning in this morning. If you couldn't already feel it, his little quirks, seemingly suffocated out by his timid remorse, told you enough. As the days passed on, and you saw the raw bits of his time and time again, he became less obscure; with him, it was the little things, like the way he chewed his thumb when he was thinking, or how he let his eyes linger far longer than he did his words. 

But he could barely look at you now. 

In fact, you couldn't recall him looking at you since standing on that side of the road last night. And that realization was colder than the morning breeze rushing through your hair. Daryl had always kept his eye on you, whether it had been to assess you in the beginning or, as the days slipped into weeks, to make sure you were okay; it didn’t matter much if it was the guilt shifting his gaze away from you, it still made your heart ache. 

You sucked in a deep breath, holding that crisp air in your lungs for a second too long. It helped a bit. There was a lot you wanted to say, even if the night’s rest had calmed that fire inside of you. There was a lot you wanted to fix, more accurately. But Daryl wasn’t here, and he wouldn’t be here for however long 'soon' proved to be. 

The hood of the car was cool underneath you. You sat on top, leaning against the windshield. He said he’d be back, and you didn’t doubt that— if he wanted to leave, he certainly wouldn’t leave a bag of food, an extra flannel, and other supplies behind. Not when the nights were growing longer and the air sharper. No, if he wanted to sneak off, he should have done it before sunrise. While you were unconscious. If there was any hope for a clean break at this bruised, but ironically loyal point in your alliance, that would be it. 

Fortunately for you, Daryl didn’t seem the type for messy goodbyes. 

The sun inched closer to its peak. 

An hour passed like that. You on the hood of that car, with nothing but that random magazine you found under the driver's seat and the chirping birds to keep you company. The same hood Daryl had worked under just a day ago— it felt longer. 

The trees rustled and your head snapped up. Fingers wrapped around the handle of your knife as you steadied your breaths, waiting for something to emerge. 

As you hoped so, Daryl did. 

Whatever had peeled him out of the car so early hadn’t proved troublesome; his long-sleeved flannel was clean of dirt and blood. The morning light rippled through red and yellow leaves, drifting down to his long, brown hair. It was damp, darker strands sticking together to frame his sharp cheekbones, shadowed by the early morning light and his rough scruff. The second he broke through the tree line, those hooded eyes were finally caught on you. You still sat on the hood, taking in a deep breath as the tension lifted off your chest. 

“Hey,” you offered. 

He was standing awkwardly a few feet away, but he managed to give a soft nod of acknowledgement back. 

A string of three squirrels hung from his weaker shoulder, his heavy bow strapped around the other. Uneasy fingers traced along the woven string as each of you seemed to wait for the other to say something first. 

Neither of you did. 

You— well, you had never been good with awkward tension. Daryl didn't seem so well-versed, either. He stood there a few seconds too long, unsubtly rocking his weight from one foot to the other before his eyes finally shifted off your unsure expression. 

"You, uh, you were hunting?" 

It was only then the silence broke. Although, from the sound of your messy speech, the awkward silence might've been easier to bare. 

"Mhm," he hummed. It was lower than usual. Thickened from a lack of sleep. "Thought we could save some'a those cans." 

"Y— Yeah. Good idea." 

The silence slipped back in. It was maybe even worse than before that small back and forth that felt more forced than anything else. As if it'd just put a glaring spotlight on that discomfort between you. 

Thankfully, Daryl finally looked for distraction in something other than that stiff expression you had. 

The car’s door creaked open and he reached down to the foot of the passenger’s seat, where he’d left his backpack. You slid off the hood. If he’d glanced back at you then, he would have seen the subtle distress begin to mark your features. He’d always been a bit on the quiet side, a man of few words, but there was something about this type of quietness— the type that invaded even his actions— that picked at your heart. It was attentive. Apprehensive to make any move. It reminded you of the cabin, that morning after you patched up his shoulder. After you came back shaking and numb from the sight of a familiar body torn to shreds. 

As you lingered by the side of the car, he finally pulled something out. And then his eyes met yours. You managed not to feel that usual warmth at your cheeks when he caught you watching him— which was often. Though there hadn’t been much warmth this morning, anyway. Not in the brisk air or the sweater you wrapped around yourself. Not even between you and Daryl, which felt the coldest until he held the familiar fabric— his poncho— toward you. 

“’S cold.” 

Your eyes flickered between it and him, but you didn’t hesitate to accept.

“A bit,” you mumbled. 

Overtop your sweater, the poncho was heavy. But the woven fabric was warm, too; a layer that settled across your torso, growing thicker with every breath. 

His hand went back to the string, positioning it higher on his shoulder. He nodded toward the trees. “You, uh, ya wanna go for a walk?” 

That piqued your attention. You glanced up at him, softly biting his lip, and took a second to realize he’d truly asked what you just thought he did. It was fittingly awkward, the way you stuttered out your agreement, but Daryl didn’t seem much bothered by it. Maybe he was used to your hesitations. Maybe he was just distracted by his own. 

You ventured into the woods. Sticks broke under your steps, and oddly, his too. There was a thought to ask him where he was leading you, sans car and backpacks, but the silence had finally grown comfortable for the first time in hours. You didn’t want to break that, also. 

The trees were sparse. A crisp breeze snuck through the gaps of bare branches, rustling the dry leaves that scattered the path. Daryl seemed to have a destination in mind, following a set trail laid out in nothing but his memory. Thankfully, he had a good one. 

“Finishin’ what y’all started?” 

A bit too good, at times. 

It wasn’t much longer until Daryl’s pace slowed. At that point, the air became sharper. Fresher. The leaves rustled, caught in a shifting breeze that brushed your ankles. That familiar twinge of damp earth and moss filled your lungs, and you could hear the rushing river before you even broke the tree line. 

The water was painted the same bright blue as the sky, with threads of silver passing through. It was beautiful. Gushing overtop dark, flat rocks and sparkling under the sun’s direct beam. The forest circled the bank, free sunlight dabbling the soft moss and drying the rocks that narrowly escaped the stream’s path. You stepped forward, careful to avoid the last of the summer’s flowers underfoot. Even under your blood-stained shoes, you could feel the damp ground cushion your weight. It was soft. Relaxing. 

“I found it while huntin’,” Daryl said. 

“It's beautiful.”

He had a ghost of a smile. Something small and shy. It seemed considerable, coming from a man like him. 

“Ya hungry?” 

You nodded. 

Daryl was quick at work to set up a small fire beside the short waterfall's bank. He began to prep the squirrel, too, but his movements slowed down as instruction seemed to creep in. His eyes caught the curiosity lingering in your own, and his hands reduced to a pace that must’ve been borderline tedious for a hunter as experienced as him. The soft sounds of the forest were a peaceful backdrop to his few sentences: how to skin the animal properly, what parts to remove, and which were the best to eat. Stuff like that. Stuff that you knew a bit about, here and there, from living on the road the last few months. But Daryl knew a lot more than you— or anyone else you’d known since the fall— ever did. 

You followed along as best as you could. This time there was no overt distraction of tanned skin or grease-coated fingers. Just the flutter of the wind tickling his bangs and making the small fire flicker, which was captivating in a different way. Softer. You could still hear the rumble of his voice, still thick with fatigue. 

The squirrel’s blood ran stark red— like Daryl’s had in the cabin— but soon enough the smell of cooking meat filled your nostrils and those bitter moments drifted away with the breeze. He passed you a leg as yours started to itch. That scab at your thigh was crumbling away, now. Just as the one on his shoulder was forming. 

The meat was hot. Bland, but you’d had worse before. Daryl was well practiced at cooking over a campfire, and juices ran down your chin at the third bite. After a few more, the meal was done and the bones landed in the short flames. 

Despite the fire, it was still cold. The air had that sharp, damp bite to it, and it carried a chill this close to the running waters. You buried yourself deeper into Daryl’s poncho and tried to listen to the noise. The soft coo of animals starting their day. But it was hard to ignore that burning look directed at the side of your face; Daryl was staring at you. The soft curves and edges of your side profile, stark against the moody forest behind. Even if his eyes fidgeted, and he tried to pay attention to the tall trees and soft waterfall instead, he found himself drawn back to you, over and over.

He told himself it was the guilt. 

“‘M sorry,” he said abruptly as if to alleviate it. Even if he hadn’t merely mumbled it, it wouldn’t really work. He already knew that. 

But on the other side of the rock, sitting closest to the river’s bank and watching him over your shoulder, you thought his nerves made the apology feel all the more genuine. Although in the time you’d known him, Daryl didn’t have much problem with sincerity. Vulnerability, sure. But even his most awkward, stiff moments of comfort had been soaked in devoted honesty and care. 

“I know,” you sighed, then turned to face him properly. “After everything that’s happened… I get why you snapped.” 

He cleared his throat, but his words still came out rough, “Nah. I was a dick.” He looked down. “N’ ya don’t deserve tha’.”

You paused, a bit shocked by his instance of wrongdoing. It was only then that the feeling of guilt in your gut solidified, right as you realized just how deep his remorse ran, past the strange insomnia and wandering hunts. 

“Oh." You blinked softly. “Thank you.”

It was quiet again. A look between the pair of you, carefully held from his soft eyes to your delicate expression. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for now, all you knew was that look he had about him was enticing. 

The overwhelming burden of that heavy tension lifted, and the only remnants could be seen in Daryl’s stiff shoulders. Something was still there, trapped deep in that big chest of his. You didn’t pry. A part of you already knew he was working up to it. He just needed patience. 

A few seconds later, it finally came. 

“I dunno if ‘m ever gonna forget wha’ ya did.” 

Daryl’s admission caught you off guard. But, it was fitting. His apology, his anger, his pain— it all led back to the prison, and that aching, undeniable fact that it was you on the other side of the fence. 

“I never asked you to,” you replied, your eyes falling to your fiddling fingers. “I know I won’t.” 

He cleared his throat. “I wanted to. Would’a been easier.” 

“What? Being my friend?” 

Daryl’s eyes were soft again, but something new laced that pretty blue, too. They flickered between your parted lips and expectant eyes. 

“Yeah,” he rasped. 

“You saved me. And more than that, you took care of me and...” You shook your head and took another breath. It was a surprisingly difficult admission— to explicitly acknowledge the immense gratitude you had for him. For his heart; the generosity and compassion it held, even after he'd lost so much. “You did all that knowing what I’d done.” 

He was quiet, waiting for you to continue. 

“I still don’t know why you did.” 

If he had an answer, he didn’t give it. You looked down again. 

“But that's why I could trust you. You gave me a chance.” 

A chance. That was asking a lot these days. 

He shrugged. “I couldn’t jus’ leave ya there.” 

“You could’ve. It's like you said— a lot of people would have.” A bittersweet smile curled your lips. “Even after we got even, you never had to stay.” 

Memories of that first night, waking up half confused, half terrified, snuck in. Daryl had been so adamant about helping you once— only once. That was it. And yet, here he was, still all you got left in this world. 

“I thought ‘bout it a lot.”

“Leaving?” 

He couldn’t say it, so he nodded instead. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“Jus’ never felt right.” 

You swallowed, then offered a timid smile. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t leave.” 

“Me too.” 

The stare held between the two of you dug deeper as the seconds passed by, a steady slip from heartfelt reconciliation into delicate suspense. 

Daryl cleared his throat. 

“Ya really think they’re still out there?” 

He was still staring out to the water ahead when you turned his way. His bottom lip was slightly pinched under his teeth, chest rising in even but deep breaths. He afforded you that same patience as you did him, waiting for you to answer. 

“I think so.” 

“Why?” 

“It can’t all be bad.” 

That drew his attention. You could almost see him bite back the bitter comment at the tip of his tongue. A knee-jerk reaction that he was smart enough to hold back. 

"I know it feels like it is." You swallowed the small lump in your throat and hoped you didn't sound patronizing. And maybe you did a little, but you remembered the hopelessness after losing your brother. And you remembered needing something— anything— to hold on to again. “But there is good out there.” 

His eyes flickered across your face, even glancing down to that poncho of his, wrapped around your torso, before finding a warm home in that sweet look you had.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Maybe ya jus' gotta remind me sometimes.” 

Your cheeks were warm, and that gentle smile you had quickly turned bashful. 

“You already know,” you retorted. 

He raised an eyebrow. 

“If you didn’t, I’d be a corpse rotting outside that cabin.”

He blinked, attention faltering a second until he was locking eyes with you once again, only now with a soft curl to his lips. That tender look in those pretty blues just about made your head spin; something shaved away his rough edges, shaping a soft, caring man under that burly surface. 

If you had been worried about that spark of a crush being stomped out, the new bloom of warmth in your chest quickly reaffirmed it.

“I don’t know if we’re ever gonna find them, but we might as well hope.” 

Daryl's stare was filled with an attentiveness that almost made you blush. The fight felt like distant history when he looked at you like that. 

“It's not like we have much else to do.” 

“Guess not,” he agreed.

And then that silence slipped back in, but there was a newfound comfort to it, even softer than it’d been before the fight. The air between you seemed to warm and heavy tension drifted away. In its place, a whisper of compassion and intimacy settled, instead. 

That feeling lingered far longer than the silence did.

-> part 11

A/N: awww reconciliation<3 I hope this was a satisfying one, it was (again) challenging to write lol. still not sure if I loveeee it, but I think its sweet.

if you’re reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. please feel free to leave feedback, it helps so much and I love to read it. have a lovely day <3

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[chdarling]

I can count on one hand when snape has lost his cool in canon . in poa when harry saved sirius , in OOTP when sirius vs snape , when harry saw his memories . In hbp when harry called him a coward . And that's about it . While majority of time he is composed , confident and insults people with coolness and sass . The list is too long . Like he has coolly sassed Bellatrix , peter , sirius , harry , Ron , hermione , james , lockhart etc .

I love and deeply appreciate your talent but imo snape's behaviour is reversed in TLE , he is just too angry here to think coherently let alone insult or attempt at sarcasm .

I mean Remus has more sarcasm and wit than he has in canon and i have no complain there as i am a sucker for wity banter and humor , but it feels like injustice to Snape's personality to me .

I’m sorry you feel that way! I emphatically (and amicably) disagree.

I think for me it comes down to the fact that I am not trying to replicate the characters exactly as they were in the books. TLE is a prequel, and thus for all the characters — but especially Snape because he actually survives — this is a story of becoming. They’re not meant to be perfectly reflected versions of who they were in the '90s, but rather versions of themselves that could feasibly grow into the characters we see in canon.

The Snape in canon is a 35ish year old man who has survived a war and had years and years to master his emotions and become a top-notch spy who, as you say, sasses the likes of Bellatrix, not to mention lies to Voldemort's face. The Snape I’m writing in TLE is a 17-year-old boy who has done none of that yet but is raw and bitter and wrathful enough to be convinced joining a fascist hate group is a really swell idea.

To me, the moments you point out when Snape loses his cool in canon are the entire point of his characterization, not an occasional aberration, and these scenes were crucial to me when building his character. Rage is crucial to his character. It’s notable, I think, that almost all of these moments are related to the Marauders/Lily in some way. It’s the moment the mask slips and the wounded teenager comes out.

A few examples, just for fun (emphasis mine).

(This got a little long, but I was distracting myself during some severe weather that was stressing me, so I hope you’ll take this in the spirit of fun discussion, and not anything else. 🙂)

From POA, after Sirius escapes:

“THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!” Snape howled, pointing at Harry and Hermione. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. “Calm down, man!” Fudge barked. “You’re talking nonsense!” “YOU DON’T KNOW POTTER!” shrieked Snape. “HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT—!”

“Fellow seems quite unbalanced,” said Fudge, staring after him. “I’d watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore.” “Oh, he’s not unbalanced,” said Dumbledore quietly. “He’s just suffered a severe disappointment.”

From OOTP after Harry sees his worst memory:

“So,” said Snape, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly Harry’s hand was starting to feel numb. “So…been enjoying yourself, Potter?” “N-no…” said Harry, trying to free his arm. It was scary: Snape’s lips were shaking, his face was white, his teeth were bared. “Amusing man, your father, wasn’t he?” Said Snape, shaking Harry so hard that his glasses slipped down his nose. “I—didn’t—“ Snape threw Harry from him with all his might. Harry fell hard on to the dungeon floor.

From Half-Blood Prince, after Harry calls him a coward:

“DON’T—” screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them— “CALL ME COWARD!”

These are all such extreme reactions that, rare as they might be, they definitely suggest an undercurrent of deep rage and, I might add, a pattern of losing control when provoked with certain memories.

And then, of course, there are the flashbacks in which we actually DO get glimpses of young Snape:

“Tuney!” said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet. “Who’s spying now?” he shouted. What d’you want?”

(Interesting, I think, that his first instinct is to shout. Petunia hasn't said anything yet.)

There was a crack: A branch over Petunia’s head had fallen. Lily screamed: The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears. “Tuney!” But Petunia was running away. Lily rounded on Snape. “Did you make that happen?” “No.” He looked both defiant and scared. “You did!” She was backing away from him. “You did! You hurt her!” “No — no I didn’t!” But the lie did not convince Lily: After one last burning look, she ran from the little thicket, off after her sister, and Snape looked miserable and confused…

Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, “Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too! You’re not going to — I won’t let you —“ “Let me? Let me?” Lily’s bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once. “I didn’t mean — I just won’t want to see you made a fool of — He fancies you, James Potter fancies you!” The words seemed wrenched from him against his will. “And he’s not…everyone thinks…big Quidditch hero—“ Snape’s bitterness and dislike were rendering him incoherent, and Lily’s eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead.

He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. “I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.” “No—listen, I didn’t mean—“ “—to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?” He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole…

This to me does not read as a composed, confident boy. This is (in my opinion) an extremely angry, troubled boy who is buffeted around by his emotions, who hasn’t yet learned to articulate them fully, let alone control them. Learning to conquer these emotions and be the cool, calm, and collected double-agent-man we see in canon is a big part of his journey, but it's certainly not something he's mastered yet at 17.

.......But, at the end of the day, this is just a fanfic and everyone has different interpretations of these characters. Which is fine and fun! TLE Snape has always been somewhat polarizing, but I'm pretty set in my interpretation of him. I'm looking forward to exploring more of his journey as he grows into book Snape. He's just not there yet. :)

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The Queen of Lies: Trust and Treachery

Story Intro | Content Warnings | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3

Contents: police, lady whump (sort of, ish, not exactly but ????), guy whump, guns (drawn but not fired)

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Word count: 4100 || Approx reading time: 17 mins

Trust and Treachery

Teaser: “I’m serious. They’re still looking for her. Isn’t anyone going to talk about that? Or am I the only one who’s worried?”

The tales were told over endless cups of tea, as night fell and deepened to the blues and purples of midnight: Will’s time in prison, including details Bree herself had not heard and which made her eyes fill with tears; Bree’s side of the story, and how she had run away from Baden and taken Will with her; Colette’s summary of her time spent in a “safe place” about which she gave no further information; and Jamie Wardrew’s account of shutting down all Iustitia aecum operations and hiding out with the mostly silent other man, who was called Geoff. They had reunited with Colette once word got out that a thief had mysteriously escaped from prison—and posters with Will’s face on them appeared all over the city.

“You idiots should have skipped town fucking weeks ago,” Will said more than once, but there was no vehemence in his words. In fact, he was almost glowing. For most of the conversation, he twitched, bounced, and shifted in his seat, incapable of sitting still—except for his hand, which, despite how often he pulled it away to talk animatedly, always came back to rest upon Bree’s.

Now, his thumb stroked the back of her hand in a gentle, comforting rhythm. “You doing all right?” he murmured in her ear when the others were distracted.

Bree hummed a confirmation that she was, but exhaustion settled over her, brought on by the hours of talking and digging up of painful memories.

Oh—and the residual worries, of course, about when the inner circle of Iustitia aecum would come to their senses and throw her out. After all, what kind of woman would marry a man like Baden Hatchett? And how could she ever be trusted?

“You sure you’re okay?” Will asked.

“I’m just tired,” she told him, and he squeezed her hand.

“Don’t look so worried,” he said. “Everything’s okay.”

But alongside the joy of the reunion, a heaviness clung to the air, and when she glanced at the others, she found that they would not meet her gaze.

***

The next morning, waking in a bed that seemed emptier and colder than it should have, Bree found that Will was not beside her. She could hear him, though—one of several voices that drifted in from the kitchen, hushed and serious.

Frowning, she sat up, trying to catch what was being whispered into the stillness of the early morning.

“Gotta decide what to…”

“If we start up again…”

Bree slipped out of the bed, stifling a gasp at the bite of the cold floor against her bare feet. At the door, which Will had left ajar—had he snuck out, trying not to wake her?—she paused, nudging it slightly to let in more sound.

“I’m serious. They’re still looking for her. Isn’t anyone going to talk about that? Or am I the only one who’s worried?”

Dread, barbed and brutal, tore through Bree’s chest. They weren’t merely talking about IA business. They were talking about her.

“Colette,” Will’s voice said stiffly, his earlier elation gone, “she doesn’t want to go b—”

“Stop twisting my words. I didn’t say she wants to go back. But if they find her, they find us. You can’t tell me it didn’t cross your mind, too.”

“Okay, fine, it did, but—”

Bree closed her eyes. Was that the reason he’d held out so long before giving his name? Fear that her very presence would lead Baden right to him—and that she would buckle under pressure and reveal his name to the entire constabulary? Destroy everything he’d suffered so keenly to conceal with a single witless utterance?

“I mean,” Colette went on, “does anyone else really believe that mad constable’s just going to give up? He’s insane.”

Silence met her words.

“I didn’t think so.” How could she sound so fearless? How could her words be so calm, so steeped in cool, unshakeable logic? “I think you’d all better listen to me about this. Because I get it, we all want to get back to normal, get back to business, but as long as she’s around—”

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor made Bree jump. Furiously, Will snapped, “Don’t you even fucking think about saying what you’re about to say.”

“God, will you let me finish? I’m not arguing that we ditch her somewhere. She’s lovely. God knows how someone like her ended up with someone like him. And—just wait, for heaven’s sake! I’m not a monster. But we need a plan, and we need to make it now, because Hatchett wants you and her and as long as that’s true, we’re all in trouble.”

“She wouldn’t fuck us over like th—”

“Are you even listening? That’s not what I—”

Jamie’s quiet voice cut in. “Okay. Both of you. Shut up for a second.”

“Alpha, you know I’m right.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Will said, his voice acidic. Something warm flickered in Bree’s chest. Even with his brother speaking now, he was standing up for her. “We know. You’re always right. You’re so fucking smart—”

“Will!” Jamie snapped. “Shut the fuck up. Listen, for once.”

“You’re taking her side?”

“I’m not taking sides,” Jamie said tightly. “She—”

Too loudly—enough that if Bree hadn’t already been awake, she would have been jolted out of a dead sleep—Will said, “If you say she has to go, we’re about to have a big problem.”

“Just—”

“She has nowhere else to go,” he said. “Her parents are dead, too. And she can’t go back to Hatchett. She can’t. I’ll fucking die before I let that happen.”

Barely audible, some of the coldness faded from her voice, Colette said, “Oh, Will.”

Bree pressed her hands to her mouth, her heart trying to tear itself free of her very chest.

“And I—I—”

Neither his brother nor his friend interrupted, yet Will’s voice trailed off, the thought unfinished.

Geoff grunted, “You what?”

“I just can’t do that to her, all right?”

Did he mean it? Every word? He did, didn’t he? He wouldn’t let her go back to Baden, even if it meant going against the family he’d only just found again.

“Okay,” Jamie said. A mere breath after him, Colette said the same. “Okay. It’s not going to come to that. But let’s make a contingency plan, all right?”

Will mumbled, “The fuck is a contingency?”

“A just-in-case plan,” Colette said quietly.

“Just in case of what?”

Bree’s throat tightened again as Colette responded, “Just in case things go sideways. In case he catches up with her.” She paused. “With us.”

Jamie, from the sound of it, continued, but Bree silently pushed the door closed again and backed away on trembling legs. Her heart pounded as she went over the conversation—the argument—the inner circle of Iustitia aecum had just had about her.

For a few painful seconds, tears prickled behind her eyes. No matter where she went, she was never good enough. Breanna certainly hadn’t been. Now, it seemed that Bree was not, either—not for her own failings, but for the peril she brought in her wake.

No.

She swallowed her tears and took a breath. So Colette and Jamie were wary. Weren’t they right to be? But Colette had said it herself—it wasn’t Bree she didn’t trust. It was Baden.

But Will trusted her. Even if the others were reserving their confidence for now, he had faith in her. And he was willing to go against the others to prove it.

So, there was only one thing to do. She was going to have to prove it, too. That she belonged here. The she was one of them. That she deserved every ounce of that hard-won faith.

***

Of course, proving herself to IA was easier said than done. Bree opted not to mention what she had overheard, and Will didn’t bring it up, either. In this, she was almost relieved; he was spared the unenviable task of admitting that he’d been talking about her when he thought she couldn’t hear, and she was spared the indignity of facing everyone else’s mistrust head-on. No, she decided, it was much better to carry on as if she were none the wiser, and do what she could to weave herself into the delicate IA web.

Evenings, she determined promptly, provided ripe opportunity to find common ground with the others—particularly Colette and Jamie, who seemed to be the ones who had filled the bookshelves until they bowed in the middle. It was when the fire burned hottest and brightest; when everyone gathered without speaking of gangs or thievery; when she could read amid the soothing sound of crackling embers. The threadbare chairs did not provide nearly enough room for everyone to fit, but sitting on the floor with her book made Bree feel like a child again. Will, pressed against her side, didn’t seem to mind, either, and that made it all the sweeter.

Tonight, in a move that made everyone else’s jaws drop, Will was thumbing through Romeo and Juliet, which Bree had finished reading. He wasn’t reading it in earnest, however.

“The hell does this all mean?” he asked, cackling to himself. “You trying to tell me any of this makes sense to you?”

Bree blinked herself out of her current book and looked up to meet his amused gaze and unimpressed smirk. “It’s an old story. Once you know what to expect, it makes sense.”

But Will just shook his head, dictating lines he found perplexing or droll. “‘Such comfort as do lusty young men feel…’” He burst into a laugh and, reading on, found another that had him howling. “‘An open-arse, thou a poperin pear…’ What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You would find all the rude bits,” said Colette with a roll of her eyes.

“‘Some consequence,’” he went on, ignoring her save for a grin, “‘yet hanging in the stars, shall bitterly begin…’ Well, he sure sounds happy, doesn’t he? ‘Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars…’ No one else thinks that’s a weird thing to want? No? Just me? All right. ‘I have an ill-divining soul…’” He scoffed and pushed it away. “Why can’t he just write like a normal person?”

Shaking her head, Colette asked wryly, “That’s your expert literary opinion, is it?”

“Pretty sure you’d find most reasonable people would agree with me.”

“I rather think you’d find,” she shot back, “that most intelligent people would not.”

Will snatched a cushion right out from behind Jamie’s back, eliciting a surprised yelp, and threw it at her head, howling with laughter when it struck its target squarely.

And grunting a loud, “Ow!” when she hurled it back at him.

“Leave her alone,” Bree said, laughing, laying a hand on his arm to prevent him from launching another attack. “Maybe you should try reading it. Who knows? You might end up liking it.” She paused. “Though it is very sad.”

“Right. It’d take me a month just to get through the first chapter.”

“It has acts and scenes,” Bree said, pointing to the heading on the page. “Not chapters.”

“See? I’m already hopeless.” But he didn’t look hopeless or even terribly annoyed as he closed the book and peeked over at Bree’s. “Can’t believe you finished it in a few days. What are you reading now?”

Bree showed him the cover, and Colette, peering at it, too, piped up again. “Oh, you found my Ovid.” She heaved a long, dramatic sigh. “It’s nice to have another intellectual around for once.”

Biting her lip, Bree tried not to look too satisfied with this remark.

Will brandished the cushion again, prompting his brother to take it out of his hands and return it to its previous place, supporting his back. With his physical ammunition confiscated, Will merely said, “You’re fucking hilarious, Colette.”

“I just finished the story of Orpheus and Eurydice,” Bree said to her, talking over him.

Geoff and Jamie had been watching in silence, the former quite apathetic toward the topic of fine literature and the latter baffled that Will was engaging with it at all. Now, his long-suffering-elder-brother expression changed from faint amusement to outright hilarity when Will demanded with a groan, “What the hell kind of names are those, now?”

Rubbing his face, Jamie answered, “It’s a myth, Will. Ancient Greek.” He looked over at Bree almost apologetically. “I really tried, you know. He used to sneak away instead of going to school. You think this guy ever did anything he was told?”

Throwing his brother an obscene gesture, Will just asked, “What’s it about?”

Bree was about to answer, but Colette said, utterly straight-faced, “It’s about an idiot who can’t follow simple instructions.”

The group burst into gleeful laughter, celebrating how Will had set himself up for the joke. Bree took his hand.

“No, it isn’t,” she told him. “It’s about how love is sometimes stronger than reason.”

With another vulgar gesture at the others, Will leaned toward her and laid a kiss right on her lips. Bree blushed, but there were no huffs of disapproval, suspicious glares, or scandalized gasps. Instead, teasing whoops spread through the room.

“You give her one of those bite marks in front of me, and I’ll smother you in your sleep,” Colette said primly as the titters faded, and Jamie choked on his tea.

“Oh, shut up,” Will said, and even though even his face flooded as red as Bree’s, he nearly fell to the floor with laughter.

Maybe, Bree thought with a smile, winning over Iustitia aecum wouldn’t be as difficult as she thought.

***

“You know, I’ve never seen him care about any of Colette’s books before.”

Bree jumped and stifled a squeak at the sudden voice behind her. She’d offered to fetch some water from the well, and she’d been quietly humming to herself—certainly not expecting anyone to overhear her less-than-impressive musical talents—so the appearance of Will’s brother was not one she was prepared for.

“Sorry,” Jamie said, smiling a little ruefully upon seeing that she was startled. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“It’s all right.” She resisted the urge to press a hand against her pounding heart, figuring she already seemed jumpy enough to his eyes—jumpy, silly, and in over her head. “I didn’t hear you walking up.”

Jamie’s laugh, to her ears, was sardonic and abrupt—almost uncomfortable. “Well. We’ve had some practice in being stealthy over the years.” He nodded at her arm, free of bandages now but still marred by an unsightly scab she suspected might leave a scar. “You need some help?”

 “Did Will send you?” she asked charily.

“No, actually.” He took the full bucket from her hand and replaced it with the empty one he had brought with him. “We can share the job. I’ll carry two back, you carry one.”

“Thank you,” she said, uncertain of where to go from there as she filled the last bucket. Was he going to be the one to confront her? Bring up Colette’s fears? Demand proof of her loyalty to the Iustitia aecum creed?

“Will didn’t send me after you,” Jamie said. “I wanted to say…” A strange look crossed his face—a happy one, but mixed with sadness, too, and perhaps even a touch of bemusement. “I’ve never heard Will…I don’t know, ask questions like that before. About books, I mean. Like he actually cared.”

A warm glow blossomed in Bree’s chest. “Really?”

“Definitely not.” He leaned against the side of the well, eyes fixed on the cloudy sky. “You know, I was… When we didn’t know what had happened to him, all I could do was hope we’d find him again. And I knew if we did, he might be different.” He laughed. “I didn’t think that this was the kind of different we’d be getting.”

Bree’s eyes burned with uninvited but admittedly gratified—and somewhat triumphant—tears. “Is that…” She swallowed. “That’s a good thing, right?”

He glanced at her now, seeming to notice the shine in her eyes, though he did not mention it. “I think so.”

Bree turned her face away for a moment to blink away the sting.

“You look familiar.”

Almost automatically, she said, “Well, maybe you saw me about town with Baden,” although now that he mentioned it, there was something about his face, hailing from a time long ago—more than just his striking resemblance to Will.

He clenched his jaw. “I can tell you for sure that I have never once been close enough to that fucker at any moment to see your face that well.” The flat hatred in his voice made a shiver run down her spine.

“Um…” Eager to move on from that thought, Bree said, “Perhaps before that? School, maybe?”

But he shook his head—the age difference was a bit too big, they determined, and he had likely already been working by the time she was in the schoolhouse, too poor for a governess.

“My maiden name is Cooper,” she said, thinking back and racking her brain for the answer, and as his expression changed to astonishment, the image struck her, too: a quiet boy with threadbare clothes, wind-chapped cheeks, and tired eyes—a boy she’d never seen again after a fateful winter’s day.

Or so she’d thought.

“James,” she gasped at the same time he said, “Cooper.”

“You worked for us!”

“Your dad’s a huge prick.”

Well, there was no denying that. “He was. He’s dead now.” She gazed at the man in front of her. Was it really him? The boy from that day?

The day her father had turned out all the servants, every single one—and one boy had fought back.

She hadn’t thought of him in years. It was painful to remember, those early days of her father’s broken business, his rage, his humiliation. That day in particular was one she preferred not to recall. All those people, thrown out in the bitter winter, hopeless and weeping and cold...

But a boy called James had tried so hard to stand up for them, shouting and railing, demanding some semblance of justice for the servants who were losing their livelihoods. As he always had, to everything and everyone, Silas Cooper had responded with violence—beat him and hurled him out, right into a snowdrift.

“He was horrible to you,” she whispered. “I’m—I’m so sorry—”

“You ran out,” he said, and she nodded. Bree had raced outside, determined to stay her father’s hand, and wound up with a handprint on her cheek. “I remember that. You…” He paused. “Thanks.”

Reeling at the revelation that her story and Will’s had been threaded together for so much longer than either of them had known, she pushed up her sleeves, close to sweating from exertion and awe. “I…I can’t believe it.”

“No,” Jamie said, equally stunned. “It’s a damn small world.”

They stared at one another a few moments more, Bree fitting his careworn face over the time-misted features of a sixteen-year-old boy with fire in his eyes—the same fire she had seen blazing in Will’s so many times before.

Suddenly, those eyes widened.

“Breanna?”

It took Bree a moment to realize that it was not Jamie calling to her—nor would that be the name he would use even if he was.

Gasping, Bree spun around, letting the bucket slip from her hands and spilling frigid water over her boots.

“Curt,” she whispered. The wonder of the moment, blazing hot and beautiful, vanished; every ounce of it sucked away, leaving nothing behind but cold, scouring dread.

He flew forward, so fast she only managed a panicked step backwards before he reached her. “It’s you.” Hands on her arms, pinching tightly. Eyes wide. Voice rasping. “God, Breanna—” Grip tight. Too tight. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Please let go,” she said, half-dizzy. Frantic thoughts spilled through her mind, melting into the noisy, discordant symphony of Curt’s voice, rapid hoofbeats, and distant thunder. No. This can’t be. “I’m…”

But he was talking, clinging tight, talking, talking, talking, gesturing to the officers behind him. “Quick! Go get…” Not happening. This couldn’t be real. But he was holding her hand, lifting it, examining the scab on her arm. “Breanna, what happened to you?”

“Nothing!” He can’t be here. She tried to wrench herself free. She had to get free. Where was he sending that other constable? “Curt, you’re hurting me.”

Where’s Will?

What if—

“Don’t move!”

Bree froze her struggles, but the order was not for her.

“Who are you?” Curt demanded, his eyes on Jamie. “Breanna, is he with—is he with them? Is he keeping you here against your will?”

“No!” Bree tried again to pull away. Still, he wouldn’t let go. Why wouldn’t he let her go? “Curt, leave him. Please. He didn’t—”

“You’re hurt.” Curt’s voice was dark, his gaze flicking between her arm and Jamie’s frozen form. “That miserable bastard hurt you. The one who got out.”

“No,” she said. “Listen, please, Curt, he didn’t. He didn’t. Let me go, and—and—leave him, Curt, please. Please—”

But Curt was only half-listening, it seemed; he was no longer even looking at her, and when he spoke, he merely repeated, “He didn’t let you go and leave.” With his gaze trained on Jamie’s, he stared, slow recognition leaching into his face. Realizing he had seen those features before. Realizing who else that ruddy hair and those strangely hued eyes belonged to.

Forming his own twisted narrative from the face he saw before him and the cry for help he thought he’d heard.

He cursed softly, and Bree cried his name, desperate for him to look anywhere but at Jamie’s face.

“What did they do to you?” he hissed.

“Nothing!”

“You’re lying to me,” said Curt furiously. “Again. After everything. Aren’t you? That bastard is here somewhere. I know he is. Who is that—his bloody twin?” Finally, he looked back at her. “Where is he?”

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look, don’t…

If she looked back at the townhouse, if she gave away the headquarters of Iustitia aecum, then it was all over—when it had barely even begun.

Don’t look back.

But she did.

She did, just in time to see a figure with red-brown hair fling open the door and start to run before a pair of brawny arms grabbed hold and yanked him out of sight.

Two furiously screamed names escaped before Will’s voice faded into strangled silence.

“Bree! Jamie! N—”

“That way,” Curt said, following her gaze. Following Will’s cry. One of his fellow constables hastened toward the townhouse, boots clicking maddeningly along the street.

And then he jerked his head toward Jamie and said, “Arrest him.”

Something shattered.

Perhaps it was the sound of Will’s voice being cut off. Perhaps it was the sight of that constable bolting toward the townhouse, all because her treacherous eyes could not do as they were told. Perhaps it was the cold fury in Curtis Lenton’s voice. Perhaps it was the way Jamie Wardrew did not move a muscle.

“No!” She thrashed against Curt’s grasp, and in his shock, he let go. “Curt, for the love of god, don’t do this, please!”

She made it three steps away from him before he captured her again.

“Why are you fighting me?” he asked as she pounded her fists against him. “Breanna—please! I’m here to help you! I’m going to get you away from these people!”

Tears, heavier and hotter and more painful than any she had ever shed in her life, blurred her vision. Her limbs trembled and, after a moment, gave out, for Curt did not listen. And he did not let go.

“Hey!”

All the officers froze.

“There’s no one there,” Jamie said. His words were calm. He had not run, and he still did not, even as the third officer approached him with his revolver drawn. But his arms, held in the air, trembled.

For one of them had the sleeve pulled up—baring the Iustitia aecum sigil for the constables to see.

“You’re too late,” Jamie said. “They’re already gone. You won’t find anyone else.”

Lies, Bree thought dizzily. A distraction to confuse them? Slow them down?

“Who are you?” Curt snarled again. “Where is the thief who escaped?” To the one he’d sent to the townhouse, he repeated the order to go, and the man obeyed.

“Forget him. He’s gone.” Jamie looked away from Curt’s glare to stare into the barrel of the other constable’s gun. His gaze met Bree’s for only an instant when the man reached him and wrenched his hands behind his back. “I’m the one who’s in charge of Iustitia aecum. I’m the one you want.”

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Secrets, Secrets are No Fun

Aliquis x F!Reader

He's finally done it. Aliquis finally has an assignment with you which he views as the perfect time to ask you out. However, will the truth he finds out ruin everything?

I know Paldean Winds is a short little series with only one episode as of this post, but I fell in love with this man. I love Arven too, but at least he's got content that I can read XD. Sorry if this story is stupid.

For decades now, Naranja Academy has been the pinnacle of Pokémon education. People from over all the regions pay to come and attend there. Some people have goals to become an amazing battler, others want to pursue careers along the STEM path, and some just want to better themselves along with their Pokémon.

But either way, you gotta go through your generals, much to some people's annoyance.

"...and I think it's a good idea to learn from the past. Because of that, I'm going to put you in pairs," groans echoed from the classroom, " and you are going to write a five-page analysis on the New Island disaster."

Even more groans.

Now Aliquis was never interested in the lectures that Ms. Raifort gives. It's nothing to do with her. He's just not a history buff and is more interested in the here and now. In fact, for the most part, he just sits at his desk, head resting on his hand, as he thinks about a million other things. Like, when did he need to buy groceries next, his next battle against Nemona, and...

You brushed some hair over your shoulder, making his attention blank completely.

That was another problem. You were a complete distraction for him. Smart, beautiful, and caring. Almost too much of a sweet person to deal with his short temper. In fact, he really didn't know too much about you besides the fact you weren't really one for Pokémon battles. However, that didn't stop his daydreams from moving onto a new topic. You were now on his mind as Aliquis gazed at the back of your head from where he saw a few rows behind, and a smile or two came across his face.

So much so, he wasn't really listening to the pairings being listed.

"Aliquis and Y/N."

But THAT caught his attention, and he immediately felt his nerves beginning to build up. Everyone else got up to move and sit with their corresponding partner, and the shuffling of feet filled the room. However, Aliquis was just stuck in his chair. He couldn't feel much courage to move. That was until you came to sit next to him, not paying much attention to his obvious nervousness.

"So, how much do you know about New Island?" You asked him, straight to the point as usual. He slouched back in his chair a bit, crossed one foot over the other, and shrugged.

"About as much as anyone else. It was a lab that made some crazed Pokémon called Mewtwo, which escaped, and destroyed the whole island and everyone on it." He explained, daring to look over at you. You were quiet, looking down at your books as the murmurs of other students filled the room. Aliquis began to lean forward a bit, worried about your behavior.

But then the bell rang.

"Let's work on this at my dorm. I don't like to leave things till last minute." You said before allowing your Rotom phone to exchange numbers with his, and then you were gone before he could even say anything.

All he did know was that his face was so hot, he could probably go up to a Charizard and brag about it. He got your number AND was invited into your dorm in less than ten seconds.

Aliquis swears that Arceus was watching over him.

It's not a date.

It's not a date.

It's not a date.

He kept repeating that over and over again as he walked to your space. All you guys were going to do was work on homework...but perhaps he could slip in how you and him should go see the Million Volt Skyline. It's where he dreams of confessing to you.

However, he stops when he's about twelve steps away from your door. Doubt starts to creep into his mind when he realizes that this is the first time that you and him would actually be alone. But then out pops his Meowscarada, and the sassy Pokémon is already pushing him to the door.

"Knock it off!" He whisper-shouted at it, quick to whip out his Poké ball and return the naughty cat. But not before it could knock on your door with a smirk.

The sound of your door opening sent him into a new panic.

"I was wondering if you would show up." You said with amusement as you greeted him. Instead of your school uniform, you were watching much more casual clothes...but damn...you still looked adorable. A Sylveon was perched on your shoulder, and the friendly fairy type jumped over to his shoulder to say hello, wrapping its ribbons around him.

"Sylveon...personal space." You reminded your partner, who squeaked at you with a grin before jumping back over to your outstretched arm and back onto your shoulder.

"It's fine. I didn't mind at all." Aliquis said with a smile as you invited him in. He was amazed by how calm he was, and laughter resounded as Sylveon jumped back over to his shoulder as he walked past you.

Your room was nothing like how he thought it would be. In his mind, everything was pristine and organized. And it was, to a point. But your room was overall really cozy. Pillows and plushies lined your bed, pictures and artwork lined your wall, and a blanket was strewn on the floor with a Luxray on it. The electric type raised its head when you guys walked into the room, but then immediately lowered it when no danger was present.

"You want anything?" You asked kindly, tilting your head as you moved to lean against your kitchen counter. However, he was too busy staring around to register your question at first, so Sylveon nudged him.

"Thank you...but I'm okay." He managed to say. Then you went, and after carefully stepping over Luxray, sat on your bed.

"So," you moved your laptop to get into typing position, "shall we get started?"

With a nervous swallow, he joined you on your bed.

The two of you discussed, researched, and typed back and forth for a while. Sylveon had moved off of Aliquis and was now laying beside its trainer. The two of you were on topic, but once and a while some more personal questions came around. But you were always quick to bring it back to the homework.

"You know, what if Mewtwo isn't the evil Pokémon that people say he is?" You mused and Aliquis stopped his work to look at you. That really came out of nowhere.

"It killed people Y/N." He stated plainly, and you simply shrugged while setting your laptop aside.

"All I'm saying is that there are two sides to every story. History doesn't know how Mewtwo feels or what really happened." You stated, and Aliquis arched a brow.

"And um...you do?" He asked, skeptically but not rudely. However, you just swung your legs off the side of the bed and got up. He was now worried that he somehow did something to upset you.

"I'll be right back." You murmured as your steps patted against the floor until he heard the bathroom door shut. Aliquis now felt a whole group of Butterfree flutter around in his stomach. Did he do something wrong? What should he say when you come out? Should he ask you out to the Million Volt Skyline? Is he an idiot?

"Slyvie." His thoughts were interrupted by your partner, who was busy poking his thigh with its paw. It was looking at him intently, and it kind of freaked him out.

"What is it?" He asked the fairy type in an unsure tone.

"Ve." It simply said before hopping off the bed and landing gracefully on your desk. It then used its ribbons to open a drawer and begin fishing around in it.

Immediately, Luxray was on its feet, looking pissed.

"Ray!" "Ve! Ve!"

The two Pokémon began to argue over something that he couldn't quite place. Just as he was about to intervene (somehow without getting shocked), Luxray growled and moved to lay down as faraway as possible on its blanket with its rear to Sylveon. The fairy type simply glared at it before using its ribbons to grab the attention of Aliquis, who was now brought over to the deck.

"Sylvie." it said before bending down and clamping something in its mouth. Aliquis was able to recognize a journal, one that was obviously trying to be hidden, and your name was written on it in fine print. Sylveon nudged the book towards him with one paw, an invitation.

"I can't." He said, knowing that you would loathe him if he began to look through your belongings.

But Sylveon had already begun to open the journal, to which his eyes were glued to because of natural human curiosity, and he noticed not many words, but rather photos taped in there.

His interest has bested him, and he began to flip through the pages of your journal. Sylveon made no move to stop him, and instead appeared to be supporting his snooping with a smile on its face. There was pictures of Sylveon and Luxray respectively, and your other Pokémon soon appeared with locations and dates written on the bottom in sharpie. But then, just as he was nearing the end, one photo caught his attention.

He froze.

There was no denying it.

A picture of a, rather recent, shot of the legendary Pokémon Mewtwo rested on the page. The psychic type was resting against your bed, sleeping as Sylveon was sprawled out on its head. Aliquis blinked several times, hoping it was just some photoshop trick or something.

I mean, it had to be, right? You would've mentioned if you had Mewtwo as a Pokémon...right?

The only thing that caught his attention is when Sylveon passed by his peripheral vision, and he watched as the fairy type leaped up on a shelf where your Poké balls rested. Two were empty, representing Sylveon and Luxray, but four remained...and the very last one on the shelf was an ultra ball.

It had a weird pull on him, and he reached out to touch it. Could it possibly contain Mewtwo?

"Aliquis? What are you doing?"

He whipped around to see you standing there, your face unreadable as he nosed through your personal belonging. Sylveon whimpered a bit as it jumped off the shelf and scurried off. However, he was too stunned to even register what he had done. All Aliquis could do was lift the picture up and ask one simple question.

"Is Mewtwo your Pokémon?"

All thoughts of asking you on a date were thrown out the window.

[touchoflaughter]

IRL Tickle Story Time!

Read below the cut 🤭⤵️

So this one’s about my really good childhood friend that’s still one of my closest friends.

Yesterday we’ve been on a walk with my dog and I teased him about something he just said while putting my arm around his shoulders. He put his arm around my waist, as if he wanted to be chummy and hug me back but instead he deceitfully got back at me by squeezing my side as many times as possible, before I managed to get away.

Well I let him get away with it since I started the little argument but he really wanted to test the limits that evening!

Later, my bf had friends over as well but they had a game going on in the room next to us, we decided to play some Mario Cart.

He gave me some pokes here and there randomly. Not that he needed a distraction. Tickling me has always been his little entertaining program. I have to admit that I sucked, even without the distraction. I didn’t win one single match. Tbh I’m not used to being the loser. Not at all. I realized, I suck at loosing even more than at the game when I threw my body upon him mid game, to block his sight. He wasn’t amused about my cheating attempt and tried to fight me off while keeping his lead. But no matter what he tried, I stayed on top of him, catching up slowly but surely. Ofc he couldn’t let that happen so he threw his controller away for a sec and clawed into my sides aggressively: “Off of me, cheater!”

Now I had to give up and hurried away. (Not so) Fun Fact: I actually lost even this game and got pretty fed up when he laughed at me, saying that I wouldn’t even have a chance cheating.

Like, excuse me?? Never make fun of a sore loser!

I threw a pillow at him, that hit his face just perfectly. I may be bad at Mario Cart but I’m a champion when it comes to being a pain in the a$$ 😈

But did I consider that he’s not only an experienced martial artist and power lifter but also a member of the special operations forces? I did not.

He slowly turned his head into my direction with a warning glance on his face and I knew I was screwed. I immediately thought about Jon (my bf) and his friends next door. He tolerates my friend but I got the feeling he never liked him much, because he once had a crush on me (that has probably never gone away completely). So Jon would definitely hate the sight of me being pinned down and tickled by him. I had to do everything in my powers to prevent him from tickling me. Since can’t keep my mouth shut when being tickled and Jon would notice.

When I still tried to think about a solution, the first pillow hit me with so much power, I lost my balance and fell on my back. He immediately fired four more pillows at me, then he grabbed my arm to trap me in an ‘armbar’ (a Jiu-Jitsu technique). Luckily I knew this technique pretty well, since it was my favorite move when I performed this martial art years ago. So I knew exactly how to dodge it. I easily slipped out of his grip and pounced on him: “Are you actually trying to defeat me with Jiu Jitsu?!”

I threw a pillow in his face and laughed: “You should’ve known better!”

“Right.”, he snarled and I felt his hands at my sides again. Oh no.

I tried to keep my mouth shut while getting off of him but he followed me and immediately turned the tables by pouncing on me. A few seconds later he was sitting on my waist, almost choking me with a pillow and I knew too damn well what would happen next. So I had to act even faster: I blindly grabbed him by the waist and started scribbling over his stone hard torso.

Guys I’m so weak for strong, tough men crumbling down because of a little tickling 🫠 it really got me when he was forced to let go of me only to get away from my wiggling fingers. It was the cutest! 😩 I grow a huge liking for being the Ler these days 🥰 He was giggling and squealing like a little kid.

I was floating on cloud nine and would’ve loved to go on but he quickly disappeared and I knew he’d overpower me and tickle me to hell and back if I dare to attack him again. So we made a peace agreement but it was kinda revealing how quickly he raised the white flag when I tickled him. I guess I gotta try again soon 🤭

After a while I finally won my first (and last 😩) game and right when I celebrated my great victory he pounced on me to destroy it with a tickle attack. Who’s the sore loser now, huh? I only won one single time and he couldn’t take it!

As you can see our friendship has plenty of space for tickling and I guess it’s time I take part more actively since he’s definitely the most ticklish of all of my friends and therefore the easiest target, despite all that muscle. Wish me luck 🍀🤞🏽

X Aphro

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Falling For the Devil [Part sixty-three: "The Dinner Party"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marci and Foggy invite Karen, Matt, and you over to their apartment for dinner.

Or Some big truths come out.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.3k

a/n: This installment brings back the sexual tension and has a bit of light angst in it. You can find the entire list of installments for this series on tumblr here. I have almost transferred over all of the series available so far!

Reaching past your plate, you picked up your glass of wine from the table as you focused on Karen seated across from you. “So how did that date end up going last night?” you asked her curiously, raising the glass to your lips. "I've been dying to know after all those heart eye emoji texts you sent Marci and I." 

Karen’s fork pushed around the pasta on her plate, her cheeks reddening as her gaze dropped down to her food. Everyone else around Marci and Foggy’s dining table focused on Karen at your question. Under the table though, Matt’s hand was on your knee, his thumb tracing circles along it over the denim of your jeans. 

Admittedly his presence beside you had been quite distracting tonight, especially with all of his little touches throughout the evening. Most likely it had been due to the fact that it had been nearing three weeks since Matt and you had made up. Despite that, you’d both continued to refrain from anything physically intimate since–which meant it had been over nine whole weeks since you’d last had sex. Both of you had agreed on not rushing things, especially because Matt was adamant about your injuries also needing to be fully healed before he would even consider that again. Though by now the cut on your collarbone and your arm had healed over, and the deep wound on your hip was no longer much of a concern. 

Over the past few days you had found yourself thinking about it again, though neither of you had brought up the topic of sex yet. You supposed, though, that Matt could easily tell when you’d become aroused around him and he’d tried to be a gentleman and ignore it since you’d said nothing about the topic. You weren’t entirely sure when it would be alright to bring it up again, either, especially considering the situation around the last time you’d had sex being what it was. You felt like you were just about at that point where you were ready to include it back into your relationship again, but you didn’t exactly know where Matt stood with that.

“It was good,” Karen answered almost shyly, her voice drawing you back.

Her hair fell forward and curtained her face as she continued to avoid eye contact. Your left hand slipped under the table, coming to rest over the top of Matt’s hand on your right knee. Out of your peripheral you saw him shift closer to you in his seat.

“Just good?” Marci pressed.

Karen bit her lip, lightly shrugging a shoulder in response. “I mean, I like him. And it sort of sounds like there might be a second date,” she said.

“‘Bout damn time someone realized what a catch you are,” you told her.

Under the table, your fingers slipped through Matt’s, his thumb pausing its movements. You saw a faint smile draw its way onto his lips as he raised a forkful of pasta to his mouth. Ducking your head, you bit your own lip at the sight.

“I completely second that,” Marci agreed. “You deserve to find yourself a good man and be done dating these assholes you keep meeting.”

“You can say that again,” Karen breathed out, scooping up some pasta.

Absently twirling some pasta onto your own fork, your eyes hyper-focused on your mindless motions, you felt Matt’s hand shift underneath yours. He turned it so his palm was facing up now, his fingers entirely entwined with yours. A moment later you felt his foot gently tapping up against yours. A blush crept up your cheeks at the gesture and you continued biting your lip, trying to fight back the smile on your face. But when Marci abruptly called out your name, you practically startled in your seat. Your head darted in her direction, almost feeling like you and Matt had been caught flirting at the dinner table like a pair of kids, though really it didn’t matter.

“I was just saying,” Marci began, “that I’m glad you and Matt worked things out.”

“Oh, right,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’m–I mean, we’re pretty glad we did, too.”

Marci’s head tilted to the side, her eyes narrowing curiously. “What exactly did happen between you two?” she asked, gesturing her fork between you and Matt. “I never really understood. You broke up because of an argument that remained quite unspecified.”

“You know, it doesn’t really matter at this point,” you told her quickly, noticing how her eyes only narrowed further. “We’ve figured everything out so there’s no reason to bring that all back up.”

“Normally I’d agree,” she responded slowly, her intense focus making you nervous, “but I overheard Karen saying something to Foggy Bear about Daredevil saving you,” she continued, “and how that had somehow pissed Matt off?”

Matt’s hand tightened around yours instantly, your back stiffening in the chair. Across the table from you, Karen froze entirely. Her eyes remained downcast on her plate as she tried to avoid Marci’s piercing stare as it swept around the table. To Marci’s left, Foggy abruptly grabbed his glass of wine and quickly began downing the contents of it. Marci’s eyes continued to scan around all four of you suspiciously before she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Alright, enough of this weirdness,” she shot. “You all act incredibly odd anytime Daredevil is mentioned. Clearly he played some sort of a role in whatever it was that broke you and Matt up,” she continued, gesturing at you and Matt across the table. “Tell me the truth already. You all know who Daredevil is, don’t you?”

No one spoke. An incredibly awkward and uncomfortable silence fell over the apartment as Marci impatiently looked at each one of you expectantly in turn. When her eyes landed back on you again, they suddenly went wide as she gasped. 

“Oh my God,” she said, your heart feeling like it was going to jump out of your chest, “did you cheat on Matt with Daredevil? Is that what happened?”

Your jaw about hit the floor, your own eyes widening in surprise. “ What ?” you nearly shrieked in response. “No! How could you even suggest that?”

“Well I don’t know!” Marci snapped back. “You’re all clearly hiding something from me! I’ve known that for a while now and I’ve tried to ignore it but honestly, I can’t anymore! Someone just tell me what the hell is going on!”

Reluctantly Matt’s hand released yours under the table. He cleared his throat loudly, straightening in the chair. Marci’s attention darted straight towards the sound, her head tilting to the side as she studied Matt through narrowed eyes. 

“It’s me,” Matt said slowly, voice strained. “I’m Daredevil.”

There was a very long pause, the weight of his words hanging in the air after he spoke. And then Marci let out a loud bark of a laugh in response, the noise a sharp contrast to the silence. Her laughter died quickly when no one else joined in, her face slowly falling. 

“Wait, you’re serious ?” she asked him, resting her elbows on the table and leaning forward towards him.

“Yes,” Matt answered awkwardly.

“Holy shit,” Marci muttered. “Holy shit…so you are–holy shit.”

Everyone sat awkwardly in their chairs for a minute as Marci uttered a few more curses, her mind trying to wrap around the fact that Matt was Daredevil. And then her head snapped to Foggy beside her and she slapped him on the shoulder.

“You knew this whole time?” she asked him.

“I found out on accident!” Foggy defended. “He didn’t want anyone to know and it’s always been safer not knowing! So we didn’t tell you!”

“But all of you knew?” she asked in shock, her eyes darting between you and Karen.

Karen nodded. “He told me a while back,” she admitted. “I knew he was hiding something and I was in danger because of Fisk. So he–he told me.”

Marci’s eyes flew to you next and you cowered back in your seat. Her brows rose expectantly on her forehead.

“He saved me just before your and Foggy’s wedding,” you told her quickly. “Because of a story I was working on.”

“So he told you, too?” she asked.

You shook your head quickly. “No, I uh, I figured it out on my own,” you told her.

Her brows furrowed together at your response. “You were investigating Daredevil’s identity?” she questioned.

Heat crept up onto your cheeks and you shook your head awkwardly again. “No,” you answered. “I just–just recognized his uh, his mouth. That night he saved me.”

Marci blinked a few times at your answer before a slow smile slid onto her lips. “Okay, I’m definitely pissed at you all right now, but like, damn girl, you’ve had it bad for Matt.”

You ducked your head, eyes landing back on your plate. “Yeah it’s super embarrassing that’s how I figured it out,” you muttered awkwardly. “Let’s not dwell on that, please.”

“So how does that work?” Marci asked, her attention shifting back to Matt. “How the hell are you a vigilante superhero?”

“The accident that blinded me when I was nine,” Matt explained. “It uh, it heightened my senses, too.”

“How heightened are we talking?” she asked curiously, leaning even further forward on the table.

"I can hear the tenant above your apartment,” he told her. “He’s eating a meatball sub and he’s on his third beer. He’s been watching a game show–sounds like Jeopardy–for the past fifteen minutes.” Marci’s eyes grew wide, her mouth falling open as Matt continued on. “Your jaw just dropped. You’re surprised, I can tell, and I can hear the increase in your heart rate the more I say. I also don’t need Foggy to tell me how many times you washed your kitchen counters before tonight or to tell me how stressed you were trying to perfect everything for the evening. I can smell the levels of cortisol on you. And I’m guessing by the cherry pie from Fog’s favorite bakery on your kitchen counter that the cheesecake you made last night didn’t turn out quite how you wanted it to.” 

Marci’s mouth opened and closed a few times, shock apparent on her face. Beside you, Matt’s mouth closed, lips thinning out as his focus shifted a bit away from her. Clearly he figured it was best to not say anything more as she tried to process what he’d already said. 

“So all this time you just…you’ve been picking up on all of these things? And no one thought to tell me?” she asked, her eyes darting around the table.

Matt shifted awkwardly in his seat, his focus averting down to the table. At the sign of his discomfort, your own hand slid under the table and landed on his thigh.

“I try to be as…unobtrusive as I possibly can be,” he murmured. 

Marci’s eyes flew towards you next, intensely scrutinizing you from across the table. “And you’re just not weirded out by him Sherlock Holmes-ing you all the time?” she asked incredulously.

You shrugged lightly, your hand still on Matt’s leg squeezing it gently as you felt him fidgeting in his chair. “I mean it takes getting used to at first,” you admitted. “But no, I’m not weirded out. He’s still just Matt. But I also don’t ask him to analyze me or whatever because it would just make me insanely more self-conscious.” You shook your head firmly as you continued, “But no. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. It’s just how he sees and experiences the world–as normal to him as our senses are to us.”

Out of your peripheral you saw Matt lean towards you, his head turning as he whispered a soft “thank you” to you. You glanced over your shoulder and sent him a small smile in return. You knew he could tell you’d meant what you’d said.

Marci let out a huff, deflating a bit across the table. “No wonder you do so well with all of your cases,” she muttered. Chewing her lip, her eyes narrowed at her almost empty plate before her attention returned to the both of you. “So then what actually happened between you two?” she asked. “What was the real reason you both broke up? Since I’m the only one here who doesn’t appear to know.”

The smile quickly fell from your face as you nervously licked your lips. She was right, everyone else already knew the majority of the situation except for her. You figured she might as well be in the loop, too–though maybe you’d tell her about the rough sex part of things when you could talk to her alone. Having only just learned about this other side of Matt, you figured she wouldn’t be remotely understanding of that .

“I went chasing after a story,” you admitted slowly. “And I was stupid and reckless. I didn’t listen to Matt’s warnings–he’d been going out as Daredevil at night following the same story with Backman–”

“Are you his sidekick or something?” Marci asked curiously, her hand gesturing between the pair of you. “Chasing the same bad guys together?”

“Uh, no,” you answered, shaking your head. “Certainly not that. But I ended up not being careful and some of Backman’s men figured out I was connected to Daredevil so…they kidnapped me from the office to lure Matt out.” Marci inhaled sharply but you continued on with a grimace, unable to look her in the eye as you did. “And Matt rescued me. But he was upset that I hadn’t been listening to his warnings and taking him seriously so we had a huge fight right after. And he broke up with me and left.” Clearing your throat awkwardly you added, “To uh, put it very simply.”

You saw the exact moment Marci’s mood shifted; you certainly didn’t need Matt’s heightened senses to pick up on it. She slowly pushed her chair back from the table and rose to her feet, her eyes glaring dangerously at Matt beside you as he continued to keep his focus on the table. Out of the corner of your eye it looked almost as if he was visibly shrinking under the weight of her furious stare. 

“You did what?” Marci roared, Foggy flinching beside her. “She gets kidnapped and then you think that is the time to break her goddamn heart, Murdock?”

You held up a hand at Marci, shaking your head quickly. “Hey, stop. We’ve already been over this, Marci. Him and I–the people this effects–have already discussed it. There’s a lot you don’t understand and don’t really need to, Marc. Let’s not ruin the night.”

“Yeah, babe,” Foggy spoke up, gently grabbing her hand and trying to lower her back into her chair again. “This is between the two of them. It’s not our business.”

“He literally crushed her!” Marci snapped at her husband. “After she’d been kidnapped ! I didn’t even know any of this until just right now and you just want me to–to calm down ?”

Beside you Matt was still quiet, his body slowly hunching further in on itself. You could see the muscles of his jaw twitching at her anger. He wasn’t wearing his glasses tonight so the pinched look of guilt and shame on his face wasn’t hard to miss. You could practically feel the self-loathing crawling back into his mind.

“He should be yelled at!” Marci continued to rage. “She should be pissed! She should want to–”

“Enough!” you shouted, rising to your feet and meeting Marci’s gaze. “Marc, I love you, but that’s enough . I understand this is news to you and you’re angry, I get it, but that’s enough. This whole situation is between Matt and I. And I can assure you that we have thoroughly worked this out already over the past three weeks, over and over. He feels fucking awful about what he did and I don’t need you making him feel even worse right now.” Marci opened her mouth to counter but you pushed forward, your hand landing on Matt’s shoulder beside you. “If you want to continue to yell at Matt then we’re going to leave. But Marc,” you said, tone softening, “you know Matt’s a good man. You’ve known him for quite awhile now, too. Hell, you’ve complained many times about the cases he takes and works his ass off to help someone in need, and then is only too happy to win and get paid with fresh baked cookies instead of money.” You paused, watching her eyes narrow at you as she remained silent. “And at the very least you know I’m not an idiot. You know I wouldn’t have gotten back together with Matt if he’d truly done anything that horrible that couldn’t possibly be forgiven.”

Marci remained quiet when you finished, her mouth moving as if she was chewing the inside of her cheek, her mind clearly mulling over what you’d just said. An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as you both stood there staring back at each other across the table. Foggy and Karen were both staring dead ahead at their wine glasses as they waited for Marci’s anger to hopefully subside. Very slowly, you saw the tension start to ease from her body, her shoulders dropping a little. Her eyes gradually fell on Matt beside you, some of the edge of her anger visibly gone.

“Okay, fine. You’re right,” she agreed. “I have known him for years now and you have always been so irritatingly good. Though after learning this big secret I wonder just how well I know you now, Matt. But I do know how much you love her–hell I have had to listen to you talk all of our ears’ off about her for a year before you finally just told her you liked her. Which is why I couldn’t possibly understand how the hell you both even broke up in the first place.” She ran a hand through her blonde hair, roughly blowing out a breath. “I’m sorry I yelled,” she apologized, though there was still a tenseness in her tone. “But I’ll admit, I’m still pretty pissed about being the only one here not kept in the loop about any of this. Honestly, it hurts.”

“Understandable,” Matt murmured. “I just thought it was safer for you not to know.”

A small smile quirked the corner of Marci’s lips upwards as she lowered back into her seat. “Did she really figure out you were Daredevil solely because she’s stared at your mouth that much?” she asked Matt.

You groaned audibly, ungracefully dropping back into your chair at her question. On your right, Matt was grinning as he turned to face Marci. He nodded enthusiastically in response.

“Yes,” he told her. “That and apparently because I was one of the few who knew what story she was currently working on. But I like to think that it was just because of my mouth.”

“And here we go embarrassing me again,” you muttered under your breath.

Matt’s attention shifted towards you, that big grin still on his face. “I think it’s adorable you stared at my mouth that much, sweetheart” he said. “If I wasn’t blind, I’d probably have been staring at yours just as often.”

A blush crept up your face, your head ducking down towards the table yet again as you bit your lip. Matt chuckled, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and drawing you further towards him. He placed a sweet kiss to your cheek that had them heating just a bit more.

“Get a room!” Foggy teased across the table.

And shit if you didn’t wish you could do just that after this dinner. But you supposed that was still going to have to wait a bit longer.

[links-in-time]

Twilight Warriors - Chapter 6

Dark slips through the Chain's fingers again, but Twilight and Wars get to spend a semi-relaxing night in the Kakariko hot springs.

@st0rmyskies

Usual 🔞 smutt warnings

***

Dark and his minions had managed to slip away from the heros during the chaos caused by the dungeon collapse. Wild and Four blamed themselves for being too reckless. But the others insisted it wasn't entirely their fault. Dark had probably intended to hold them up in the dungeon long enough to make their escape through another portal.

The large central chamber of the dungeon had been eerily empty. Though pools of conjealed blood were splattered intermittently around the room. Black threads of malice swirled through the crimson blood. Wars inspected the pools with keen interest after Wild identified the alien substance for him.

"Is that what he's doing then?" Warriors asked no one in particular. "Combining monster blood with malice to make them stronger?"

"It doesn't sound any stranger than the other theories we've come up with so far," Time answered, scratching the back of his neck.

"I still think my idea is a good one," Wind interjected.

"What, the one about an unknown evil Link from the future travelling back in time to try and kill us all?" Hyrule asked, arms crossed, eyes rolling.

"What? It could happen!" Wind protested, mimicking Hyrule's body language.

They wasted little time in the chamber and decided to follow Dark through the portal. The boys walked through the space between space and into a dusty afternoon in a sandy canyon. A canyon Twilight recognised instantly.

He didn't have time to inform his companions of this fact however, before he had to dodge the swing of an enormous axe. Dark had left an ambush waiting on the other side of the portal to catch them on their way through. Several bulblins armed with clubs and axes blocked their escape. While two aeralfos swooped overhead, attacking from above. Wild and Twilight quickly had arrows trained on the aeralfos, and in a few shots they were lying on the ground. The bulblins were annoying but no match for seven seasoned heroes.

The battle was over quickly but they all knew it had only been a distraction. A minor scuffle to give Dark more time to get away. No one had any injuries, other than Warriors previously fractured wrist, so Time was happy for them to move forward.

"This is my era," Twilight finally announced. "We're in Eldin province. Kakariko village is just down this road."

Twilight pointed in a southerly direction along the road in front of them. And the others followed the line of his finger.

"It's not far. And there will be beds to sleep in when we get there!" He added.

This information was greeted with a great deal of relief and eagerness to get moving. Without further ado, the Chain set off between the canyon walls, their minds already ahead of them. Picturing all sorts of comforts that accompanied civilisation in their world.

Warriors fell into step with Twilight near the front of the group and spoke in a voice so low Twi almost missed it entirely.

"Don't suppose we might be able to get a bed alone in town?" He asked.

"Not sure. The hotel is more of a hostel. And the rest of the houses have inhabitants now. Don't worry, I'll think of something love." Twilight insisted, quickly reaching out to give Warriors hand a brief squeeze.

It took them less than fifteen minutes to reach the edge of town. Wild was agape at how different Kakariko was in Twilight's time compared to his. He missed the vibrant green and the clinking of the chimes blowing in the wind. There was wind here, but it was hot and dry. Clearly Death Mountain had a firmer grip on Eldin during this era.

Twilight lead the group through the town towards the hotel, where Renado was walking towards them along the wood plank walkway.

"Link?" He exclaimed, eyes wide at the sight of the young hero. "It's been months since you visited us here. Where have you been my young friend?"

Renado closed the distance between them and reached out a hand in greeting. The two men grasped hands then pulled each other in for a brief embrace.

"Renado, I've been away protecting Hyrule. But I think I'll be back for a short time. For tonight at the very least. My friends and I were hoping to stay," he explained, remembering the easy way he could talk to people from his own time.

Renado looked past Twilight at the other heroes. Hyrule gave him a little wave.

"Are they more of the rebels from Castle Town?" Renado asked.

"Sort of, they're adventurers too. We've been on the road a lot recently and we could all do with a decent night's rest. Do you know if there's enough room for us here?" Twi replied, gesturing to the hotel behind Renado.

"Oh yes, some visitors from the other regions were here a week ago on a diplomatic trip. But they left a few days ago. The town's been quite quiet again since they left. I'm sure the hotel will be able to find room for you and all your friends." Renado assured them, punctuating his sentence with a friendly confident smile.

***

Room for nine heroes consisted of two large rooms with five beds apiece. Twi, Wars, Hyrule, Legend and Sky were in one room, with Four, Time, Wind and Wild in the other.

Twilight let himself drift off for a few hours to recover some strength, and to let his partner get some much needed rest. Around midnight he roused himself and trained his enhanced hearing on the other boys in the room. Satisfied they were all asleep, he crept across the candle lit room towards Warriors sleeping form in one of the opposite beds.

"Wars," Twi whispered, as softly as he could manage. "Wars, wake up."

Twi waited for Warriors to stir and open one eye before he continued speaking.

"If you want, meet me in the kitchen in five minutes. If you don't want to I'll go back to bed after that, okay?"

Twilight didn't wait for Wars to answer him he just turned and silently left the room.

In the bed beside Wars, Sky overheard Twilight's whispered instructions. His heart twisted with a pang at the thought of Wars and Twilight sneaking off together in the middle of the night. He'd begun to notice them spending more and more time alone together recently. Of course he hadn't said anything. It wasn't really his business. But by Hylia did he want to know if what he thought was happening, was happening. For tonight however, his aching body kept his curious mind firmly in his bed, tucked up beneath the blankets until he drifted back to sleep again. His dreams attempting to fulfil his fantasies.

Twilight was just about to go back upstairs to bed when he heard the kitchen door creak open behind him. The meagre light from the fire and the lantern in Twi's hand cast a warm orange light over Warriors form. He still had his sleep shirt on, but he'd pulled on trousers and boots to go out in. Wars had draped a blanket over his shoulders to defend against the evening chill.

"I thought you'd gone back to sleep," Twi whispered, walking forwards and pulling the blanket a little closer around Wars' chest.

"Nearly did, but I wanted to come see you more than I wanted to sleep," Wars replied, a hint of drowsiness still in his voice.

"Well it's nice to know where I rank in your list of priorities!" Twi chuckled.

He turned and walked towards the fire where a long wooden ladder was hung against the wall. Wars noticed it lead to a high window where moonlight was streaming through the small square.

"Hope you're ready for a bit of a climb," Twilight said over his shoulder. It's not hard, but this is the fastest way up to the cliffs."

Wars didn't ask why they were climbing the hotel in the middle of the night. But it was probably the strangest rendezvous the two of them had had thus far.

Twilight lead the way up the ladder while Warriors scurried up behind him. He followed Twilight out through the window onto a ledge on the outside of the building. Silently, they climbed up to the next story of the hotel. A flat roof allowed them to cross from one section to another, where a shallow slope helped them reached the next roof section. They carried on like this in silence, Twilight leading the familiar way up the building, with Wars behind him. As they moved, Wars couldn't help but glance up occasionally as Twilight's shirt rode up above the waistband of this trousers, exposing his ass beneath tight trousers.

Saving those thoughts for later, Wars looked up again to find Twilight standing on a ledge above him, holding out a hand. He took it gratefully and let Twi pull him the rest of the way onto the cliff top. With the hotel now behind them, Wars turned to look at Kakariko down below. The silent street and little houses still and quiet. Stars twinkle above as thin wisps of cloud passed overhead. The countryside and the mountain beyond, illuminated by the bright full moon. It was a beautiful night, it made him glad he hadn't gone back to sleep.

As rare as it was for the Chain to sleep in real beds, it was rarer still for two lovers to spend a night together. And on such a perfect night at that.

Warriors happily followed Twilight along the top of the ridge towards a point where he could see a gap in the rocks to their right. As they turned the corner a wall of warm air hit them as they stepped into a cloud of mist. It fought off the night air and dragged Wars forwards. He heard Twilight let out a deep sigh beside him as the warmth enveloped them both.

"Welcome to the hot springs. I thought we could relax up here for a while. No one else should be up here at this time of night, so we won't be disturbed," Twilight explained, as he took a step forward.

His movement disturbed the air and Wars followed in his footsteps towards the edge of an aqua pool bubbling away merilly. It didn't look very deep, but Wars wouldn't have minded if he could sink all the way to the bottom. After a moment Wars shook his head. He'd zoned out for a while without realising. Warriors blinked a few times before turning to his right to see where Twilight had gone.

What he found, completely brought him back to himself in an instant. Twilight stood completely naked, running a hand through his shaggy blond hair, his body highlighted by the moonlight. As he turned his gaze upon his lover, Twilight's eyes seemed to glisten as they reflected the starlight. He smiled at Warriors standing frozen to the spot, mouth a little agape. Twi couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

"You'll catch flies like that sweetheart," he said with a snorted laugh.

"Huh?" Wars replied, eyes still roaming over Twilight's body.

Twilight giggled at the single syllable response and stepped towards his drooling lover.

"Hyrule to Link? Are you still with me Link?" He laughed, cupping Warriors cheeks with his hands.

Warriors eyes met Twilight's, coming into sharper focus as he stepped into his space. The contact of Twilight's hands on his face felt warm and soothing. He sighed a little and smiled softly, allowing the superfluous blanket to slip from his shoulders.

"I'm here Rancher, I'm here." He said quietly, tipping his head forward to rest it against Twilight's forehead.

"Are you going to join me?" Twi asked, inclining his head towards the pools.

Wars followed his gaze then nodded.

"I'd like that."

"You need some help with those clothes?" Twi asked softly, fiddling playfully with the buttons on Warriors trousers.

"Hmm, if you don't hurry up with those buttons I'm gonna push you in that pool!" Wars warned playfully, giving Twi a dark teasing look.

Twilight laughed deep in his chest and turned his fumbling into a more concerted effort. Twilight pulled off Warriors trousers and boots and a moment later Wars pulled his night shirt off over his head. After throwing it onto the pile of their clothes and shoes, Wars went to flatten his hair out of habit. But Twilight caught his hand midair, with a soft grip.

"Don't," he uttered, "I like seeing you a little ruffled."

"Forgive me for wanting to look my best for you," Wars replied with a smirk.

"I don't care how you look love, so long as you're looking at me," Twilight muttered.

The breathy tone of his voice tugged at Warriors core. Fuck Twilight was turning him on right now. As Twilight stepped away, Wars followed, he didn't want to lose contact with Twi for a moment. But move away he did, stepping towards the pool and the inviting warmth of the water. Wars watched as Twilight took a step into the water. He waded in to just above his knees, his dick hanging just above the water. Then Twilight turned and held out his hand.

"Are you coming?" He asked.

Wars thought that question was a bit premature and he snorted a laugh at his own joke.

"For you darling, always."

Wars took hold of Twilight's outstretched hand. He followed Twi into the water, letting out a soft moan as the feeling of the hot water rolled against his aching skin. It was like stepping into a hot bath at the end of the worst day. Wars closed his eyes and waded into the water a little further. He felt the water rise up past his hips, smooth stone beneath his bare feet.

Twi was still holding onto Warriors hand and he lead him gently towards the deepest part of the pool. The water sloshed against their chests, leaving droplets splattering their shoulders and upper arms. When Warriors opened his eyes Twilight was still watching him with his soft gaze. Twilight smiled at his lover as he watched him surrender his aching body to the embrace of the water.

"You good?" Twi asked.

"Yeah," Wars nodded, "this feels amazing Twi. I'm guessing you've been up here before?"

"A few times on my adventure. Any time I was passing through Kakariko I tried to come up here to let myself take a break." Twilight explained as he ducked down a little to submerge his body up to his chin.

Wars mirrored Twi, lowering himself into the water. He felt safe enough with Twilight beside him that Wars decided to duck his head beneath the surface. He stayed down for a moment, listening to the rush of water over his ears. Enveloped in the blissful embrace of the steaming water, Warriors mind felt free of worry and strife. When he came back up for a breath, he frowned when Twilight wasn't still standing in front of him.

"I haven't gone far," Twilight's voice assured him from the side of the pool.

Wars pushed through the water to where Twi lounged against the side of the pool. Steam rose in plumes around him while the moonlight glinted off the water dripping from his torso. He was gorgeous and Wars could hardly take his eyes off him.

"Why didn't you just swim across? It's easier than wading." Twi asked with a frown. Briefly ruining Warriors picture.

Wars turned his face away as he stopped short of Twilight. Wars hoped Twi would assume the blush on his cheeks was from the heat of the water.

"I um, it wouldn't be easier for me," he said bashfully.

"Huh? Can't you swim?" Twi asked slowly, trying not to make it sound as though he was too surprised.

"I erm, I never learnt how," Wars replied sheepishly, keeping his distance as his eyes dropped to the water.

"Wow, that's kinda surprising!"

"Is it? I grew up in a city remember. No big bodies of water. And all my battles were land based. The need for swimming, just never came up," Wars explained, rubbing his bicep nervously as he spoke.

"I could teach you if you like?" Twi suggested, trying not to dwell on the negatives and give Wars something positive to think about.

He held out his hand and gave Warriors an encouraging stare. Wars let out a sigh and took Twi's hand. Twilight tugged Wars towards him and braced him with a gentle hand to his chest. He kept a soft grip on Wars' hand and leant in to kiss him. Wars sighed into Twilight's kiss and pressed himself closer to his body.

"I'd love that," Wars uttered, as he pulled away to catch his breath.

He reached up his free hand to trail a wet line along Twilight's jaw.

"But perhaps we could enjoy some other activities tonight?" He whispered, his words bringing out a flush in Twilight's cheeks. "I'm sure that's what you had in mind when you dragged me up here in the middle of the night."

A growl reverberated in Twilight's chest. His hands plunged beneath the water to find Warriors hips. Twi pulled Wars against himself possessively, digging his fingertips into Warriors skin. He always relished in the marks he left on Wars body. A subtle sign of their connection. Twilight wanted Wars closer, closer, closer. He didn't think he could be satisfied unless he and Wars were melded together somehow. His semi bumped against Warriors hip, the minor contact drawing out a moan.

"Someone's excited already," Wars observed, a teasing note in his voice. His own erection now trapped between them.

"You always excite me. I can hardly control myself around you these days," Twilight replied, his voice deep and husky with want. "Sometimes I wish I could just pin you down and fuck you senseless no matter where we are."

"The others might raise an eyebrow at that," Wars pointed out with a chuckle. "And I'm not sure the Sailor should be exposed to that just yet."

"I don't care anymore. I hate waiting for the moments when I can have you." Twilight responded, his voice sounding more and more desperate as his eyes drank in his lover. "Link, I... I need you."

"You have me Link, just take me," Wars whispered.

Spurred on by some blinding desire, Twilight pushed himself back onto a ledge at the edge of the pool. His waist and legs still below the water. He pulled Warriors up with him, planting his hands under Wars' ass while his lover straddled his lap.

Wars let out a surprised laugh at Twilight's man-handling of him. He'd never tell Twi just how much he loved it, but having his control taken away from him during sex only heightened his pleasure. For someone who always had to be in charge of every situation, every plan or strategy, Wars felt he could just let go with Twilight. He trusted Twi to take care of him and look after him. They had learned each other's limits and Twi knew how far he could push Wars. He loved him for it.

Wars bit his lip playfully as his eyes roamed over Twi's wet torso and up over his flyaway hair.

While his lips locked onto Wars', Twilight's hands set to work. His fingers found Warriors hole and he was rewarded with a perfect sultry gasp echoing in his mouth. Twi and Wars' eyes locked as Twi's middle finger started to rub up and down Warriors crack. He pressed against the tip of Wars' spine, eliciting more breathy moans. Wars continued to moan and gasp the more pressure Twilight added.

"Oh stop teasing me! By the three it's infuriating!" Wars groaned, throwing his head back at the delicious tease on his ass.

"But you look so stunning like this. And every little sound that comes out your mouth makes me want to fuck you even harder when I'm ready," Twi replied with a chuckle.

After a few more minutes of fondling, Twi pushed his finger into Warriors ass.

"Oooooh," Wars uttered, his back arching as he tilted his head back.

Twilight plunged forward and locked his lips around Warriors exposed neck. His wild side winning him over, Twilight let himself bite Wars ever so slightly. His canines nipping at the miscle at the juncture between Wars' neck and shoulder.

"Uh!" Wars gasped, one hand rushing to grip Twilight's shoulder and the other tangling in his hair. "That's - that feels so good!"

Twilight moved his focus slightly and nipped Warriors flesh again. He got the same reaction. Warriors startled cries fuelling his arousal. Twilight wanted Wars around his cock, to fill him with his seed. To hear him moan and scream and chant his name. Desperate to satisfy himself and his lover, Twilight returned his attention to the hand cupping Warriors ass. He added another finger to Wars' tight hole and began massaging the soft walls inside.

"Twi!" Wars breathed, his words barely audible. "Twi... Link... Fuck!"

"You want more sweet thing?" Twi asked, dipping his head briefly to suck at Warriors nipples.

"Oh fuck!" Wars huffed, tightening his grip on Twilight's hair.

The pull on his scalp was growing painful, but it gave Twilight something to focus on other than his erection. He leaned into the sensation when Warriors pulled his head in a particular direction. He let out his own breathy moans when Wars planted a wet sucking kiss against the skin at the base of his neck. The sweet feeling of the hickey pulled at his core and sent his senses reeling as Warriors repeated the action, once, twice more.

Twilight slipped a third finger into Warriors ass, pushing all the way down to his knuckles. Wars released his grip on Twilight's hair, his fingers reaching out into the air. His mouth dropped open into a perfect O and Twilight huffed a laugh at how perfectly his lover took his attentions.

"You love this don't you," he observed, slowing his fingers steadily to a stop, just flexing them slowly inside.

"Fuck yes," Wars replied, eyes closed as he savoured the feeling of Twilight's fingers inside him. His toes curled and uncurled in the water.

"You want more?" Twi asked, a teasing note to his soft voice.

"I always want more of you darling," Wars gasped.

He started gently rocking himself on Twilight's fingers, relishing the feeling of his ass stretching around Twilight's digits. Chasing the previous sensations which had been driving him insane.

"Would you like to ride my cock instead of my hand?" Twilight suggested, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Wars nodded, his wet bangs hanging over his face, partly blocking his view. Twilight removed his fingers from Warriors ass and reached up with his other hand to brush Warriors hair aside. Tucking his bangs behind his ear, Twilight's hand lingered on Wars' cheek for a moment.

"You're so gorgeous, I can't believe how lucky I am."

"Me?" Wars chuckled, "I've been spending all night thinking the same thing about you."

The two men laughed for a moment before coming together in a heated kiss. Warriors claiming Twilight's mouth with his tongue before biting his lower lip as he withdrew.

The passion between them slowed to a steady humm as Warriors lifted his body over Twilight's waiting cock. Twi held himself steady as he lined up with the Captain's ass. Wars lowered himself, hovering over Twilight's head, just brushing the rim of his hole. His eyes found his lovers, deep blue like the midnight sky around them, as Wars slowly lowered himself down.

Wars relished the feeling of being fingered, eager digits pressing blissfully against his sensative core. Stretching his hole with each finger added. Whereas Twi's cock demanded to fill every inch of Wars' insides. Sitting astride Twilight's lap, with his cock now deep insidde him, Wars felt a sense of belonging. He was Twilight's. The Ranchers own thing to use as he wished. Wars was just along for the ride.

As the warmth of the water surrounded them, easing aches and pains, Wars began to lift himself up. Feeling the drag of Twilight's cock against his hole.

"Mmmng," Twilight groaned, his head tipping back as his eyelids fluttered.

"Oh I love the way you fill me up. I could ride you for hours!" Wars cooed, his voice soft and loving. "Just wanna ride your cock until you fill my ass with your cum."

Warriors words seemed to bring Twilight back to himself a little. His wandering hands rooted themselves to Wars' hips, pinning the man to his lap. Twi locked eyes with Wars again as he began to thrust his pelvis upwards. Twi's cock seated deep inside Wars ass, the sensation of being fucked hard and fast felt incredible.

"Oh Link!" Wars cried out, his voice dulled by the steamy air around them.

"That's right, you're mine aren't you," Twi grunted, quickly changing the sound from a growl.

"Uh huh," Wars nodded emphatically. His hands draped lazily over Twilight's shoulders.

Water splashed and churned around them as Twilight continued to pound into Warriors. Occasionally he would remind Wars just how strong he was, as he lifted the slighter man up and down.

"Oh by the three!" Wars exclaimed, eyes squeezed shut as his jaw dropped.

Twi felt him clench around his cock and watched with satisfaction as Wars came between them. Streams of his thick cum mingling with the water. Wars clenched again and Twilight came with a stammered cry. His cock released inside Wars, filling him until he ran dry. The sensation stretched out Warriors orgasm as he felt himself filled with Twilight's cum.

"Oh fuck Twi!" Wars gasped, gripping Twilight's shoulders as he shuddered.

Twilight rode out his own high, finding Warriors cheek with his hand once more. He stroked Wars' face with his thumb, gazing into the bright blue eyes staring back at him.

They stayed that way for a moment, locked in each other's gaze until Warriors hips began to ache. Slowly he lifted himself off Twilight's cock and stood up on slightly shakey legs. Deciding it was probably not a good idea to be standing on wobbly legs in a deep pool of water. Wars walked to the edge and hauled himself up to sit on the smooth rocky edge of the pool.

Twilight turned his head to watch Wars push himself up out of the pool. His muscles taut and drpping with water as he turned to sit on the edge. Wars ran a hand through his wet hair before looking down at Twilight.

"What are you looking at gorgeous?" He teased, still trying to even out his breath.

"Hmm, a midnight snack perhaps," Twilight mused.

"A midnight snack?" Wars echoed, a little confused.

He frowned a little, catching Twi's attention. Twilight stood up, sending another small wave across the pool. He turned and crouched down in front of Wars. Twilight's hands ghosted along Warriors legs, resting on his upper thighs. He eyed the object of his desire for a moment before briefly tilting his head to look into Wars face.

"I've been working hard tonight. I've worked up quite the appetite!" He crooned, giving Wars a tintelating smile.

As Twilight's head dove between Warriors legs, the Captain let out a soft cry of pleasure. A cry which vanished into the silence of the night.

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