#let me know XD | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gamergirl929 · 2 months

Text

It's Gonne Be Me, You, and The Dance Floor (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

You never expect for Megan Rapinoe's retirment party to be as wild as it currently was, but here you were, surrounded by drunk current and former USWNT Players, with a healthy dose of WNBA and NWSL players sprinkled in. Unfortunately for you, a drunk Emily Sonnett decides to drag you onto the dance floor, despite that fact you weren't much of a dancer. Eventually, she's whisked away by Lindsey Horan, the woman knowing full well you weren't the dancing type. However, before you can making your escape from the dance floor, you turn, walking smack dab into Kristie Mewis.

Anonymous Request: Kristie Mewis/G!P Reader, finding a somewhat private place at a party to fuck.

“Hey.” You jump, pulled from your thoughts by a pat on the back from Emily Sonnett, the blonde grinning.

“Get out of your head, come on, have some fun!” She says as she motions to the party going on around you.

Retirement wasn’t something you’d expected to party about, but when Megan Rapinoe announced her retirement, the team knew they had to throw a party for the USWNT veteran.

You didn’t realize that party would mean renting out an entire club for the night, with a completely open bar and a DJ.

A number of retired players had flown out to join in on the festivities, as well as a number of Megan’s NWSL teammates from OL Reign.

Her wife, Sue Bird, and some of her Seattle Storm teammates also made an appearance, refusing to miss the retirement party of Sue’s significant other, who they all adored.

You sigh deeply, downing the entire glass of liquor in your hand, earning a pat on the back from Emily.

“Atta girl! Now get out there, let’s dance!” She yells, dragging you out on the dance floor.

You weren’t much of a dancer, but Emily had grabbed your arms anyway, swinging them around dramatically.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Lindsey making her way towards you, pulling Emily into a headlock.

“What are you doing...?” She asks and Emily grins.

“Having fun with Y/N!” Her grin widens, the Gotham FC player visibly drunk.

You chuckle, about to turn and make your way off the dance floor, that is until you run smack dab into Kristie Mewis.

You couldn’t lie, you’d honestly been in love with Kristie Mewis since the moment you laid eyes on her.

You knew deep down that you’d never have a chance with her, but a girl can dream, can’t she?

“Hey!” She beams, peering around you, snorting when she sees Emily wobbling as she attempts to dance with Lindsey.

“Someone’s drunk.” She giggles and you laugh, glancing over your shoulder at Emily who’s doing, what she thinks, is dancing.

You shake your head, turning back to Kristie, your eyes widening when you see the soft smile she’s sending you.

“What?” You ask, your cheeks flushing when she takes a step towards you, the two of you almost chest to chest.

“Do you want to dance?” She asks confidently, your eyes widening.

“U-U-Uh, s-sure, b-but I’m not the best dancer.” You cringe and Kristie hums, placing her hands on your shoulders.

"You’ll get the hang of it.” She winks and you swallow hard, giving her a less than confident nod.

She weaves through the crowd, pulling you to the middle of the dance floor.

“Come here.” She says, pulling you in, your fronts now together.

You knew you were blushing, the tips of your ears burning as she pulled you closer.

Unexpectedly, her hands run from your shoulders down to your chest, her thumbs caressing your collar bone, her blue orbs glassy, but not from the effects of alcohol.

“Kris?” You say, pulling the woman out of whatever trance she was in, her cheeks dusted pink.

“S-Sorry.” She stutters, glancing away bashfully before clearing her throat.

“If you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to dance with me.” She smiles and you shake your head.

“I-I mean, I can try...?” You shrug, her smile splitting into a grin.

“Follow my lead?” She says, holding her hands out and you nod.

The music booms loudly as Kristie starts to sway, the woman nodding in encouragement when you follow her movements,

She takes a step closer, her body flush with your own, her nose nearly brushing yours.

Her fingers knit behind your neck as her hips move, her lower half brushing yours repeatedly.

You breathe one another’s air as your hips rock, her tongue slipping between the tight line formed by her lips as she grinds harder into you.

Her hands roam your body before settling on your waist, pulling you closer, your lower halves now flush.

“Shit.” You say, the curse indivertibly slipping past your lips.

You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, not when Kristie’s lips skirted along the underside of your jaw.

You’re unable to stop yourself from gasping when you feel her press a kiss to your pulse point, her tongue taking a swipe at your tan skin.

You’re not sure what possess you, but your hands leave her waist, and instead slip around her, settling on her jean short, covered ass.

She whimpers as you pull her impossibly closer, the two of you now grinding feverishly against one another, which goes unnoticed by the bodies dancing around you considering many are doing the same.

You realize far too late that you were getting hard, the protrusion in your pants growing hard with each roll of Kristie’s hips.

Kristie’s breath hitches, her body stilling when she realizes what exactly she’s grinding against.

Your cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red as you take a step back, the blonde now able to see the outline of your cock beneath your jeans.

“I-I-I'm sorry.” You stutter, preparing to bolt, but Kristie stops you, her fingers tangling in your belt loops as she pulls you back against her, your erection now pressed against her.

“Do you want to stop...?” She asks, rolling her hips again to gauge your reaction, the woman smirking when your eyes slam shut, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

“I-I-I...” You fall silent, wrapping your arms around her as she grinds against your now rock-hard member.

“Tell me.” She purrs, unable to stop herself from gasping when you whimper in her ear.

“Do-Don’t stop.” You beg, the woman smirking against your neck.

Your hips rock, the woman pressed against you soaked beyond belief.

She’d wanted you for so long, asking you to dance had been spur of the moment, but now she couldn’t have been happier, the woman smiling against your neck as you moaned in her ear, the blonde rocking her hips against your member.

She moans against your neck, the sound making you growl.

“F-Fuck.” You stutter, giving Kristie’s sides a squeeze.

“I-If we don’t stop...” You sigh, your brows knitted in pleasure, the woman in your arms giggling against your neck.

“If we don’t stop, what?” She asks innocently, using her hips to rock harder against you.

You duck down, panting in the woman's ear as you attempt to gather your thoughts.

“I think you know what.” You say, whining when she winks, knitting her fingers behind your neck as she pulls you in, her nose brushing yours.

“Are you gonna come...?” She asks, and you nod rapidly, grunting as her hips swivel.

“Well...?” She says, your brows furrowing in confusion, that is until her hand slithers between your bodies, the woman palming the appendage between your legs.

She hugs you tight, keeping you upright as she strokes you rapidly, getting you off in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by your drunk teammates.

She places a hand behind your neck and pulls you in, your hot breath puffing against her ear, soft whimper and whines passing through your lips, the sounds making her even wetter than she already was.

“Why don’t you come for me?” She asks, watching your face contort in pleasure, your body stiffening before you groan against her neck, her hold on you tightening as you shudder, your pants filled with your release.

Kristie continues to stroke you, only stopping when you grab her wrist, unable to take any more.

You pant against her shoulder, the woman kissing the curve of your jaw over and over again.

“How was that...?” She asks, smirking when her blue orbs lock with your glassy Y/E/C orbs.

“Fucking great, even if I didn't expect it...” You say as you attempt to catch your breath, the blonde giggling.

You lick your lips, leaning in, your lips nearly touching.

“What I do know is I want to return the favor...” You rasp, the sound of your voice making her clit throb.

You nod your head off the dance floor, weaving through the dancing bodies until you break free of the crowd.

You scan the club, smirking when you spot a nearby bathroom door, the sign on its front signaling to the other patrons that it was out of order.

Kristie is unable to stop herself from laughing when you drag her inside, her back resting the closed door.

Your palms rest on either side of her head, the blonde grinning.

“Do you want this...?” You ask, worried she may push you away, even after what happened on the dance floor.

She cups your cheeks, pulling you in and slamming her lips against yours.

It doesn’t take long at all for the kisses to heat up, your tongue swiping against Kristie’s, the woman moaning into your mouth.

Your hands slide off the door, finding their way onto her chest, the woman whimpering when you knead her breasts.

“Y/N...” She moans, holding her arms up, a sign to you that she wanted the shirt hugging her upper half off.

You pull the shirt up over her head, and toss it on the floor, your Y/E/C orbs taking in the now visible flesh that had been hidden beneath her shirt.

Kristie tilts her head back, her lips parted in a silent gasp when you caress her breasts through her bra, her nipples visible through the material.

She whimpers when your lips leave hers, trailing down her neck until you reach her breasts, your lips wrapping around one of her erect nipples.

Her fingers tangle in your hair as you lavish her breasts with attention before turning to the opposite, playfully nipping at her pebbled nipple.

Your hands continue their descent, your fingers tangling in the belt loops of Kristie’s shorts, her eyes flashing open to reveal her blue orbs, darkened with arousal.

Slowly, you unzip the zipper of her shorts, giving them a tug, the blonde nodding immediately.

You kneel down, pulling her shorts, as well as her ruined panties down her legs, the woman kicking them off, the clothes joining those already on the floor.

You were painfully hard, but you wanted to give Kristie the attention she’d given you, you wanted to watch her come undone in your arms.

Kristie’s breath hitches as you sink to your knees in front of her, pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs.

She whimpers when you give her inner thigh a gentle nip, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you where she needs you the most.

At the first tentative lick to her core, she moans, leaning her head back roughly against the bathroom door.

Your tongue traces her slit before it’s making contact with her clit.

“Fuck.” She sighs as your tongue works between her legs, dipping into her entrance before running along her slit and flicking against her pulsing clit again.

Kristie whimpers and whines loudly, her thighs already starting to quake around your head.

You knew she was worked up, especially after what happened on the dance floor, you knew she was just as turned on as you were, which meant it wouldn’t take her long to orgasm.

In all honesty, you wish she wouldn’t come, which meant you’d never have to be anywhere else other than between her legs, her taste and smell intoxicating.

You wrap your lips around the tiny bundle of nerves, giving it a soft suckle, the woman crying out, her grip tightening on your hair.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She begs as you lick her wildly, the woman unable to keep her hips still.

Moments later she cries out, the sound thankfully covered by that of the booming music in the club.

Her essence coats your tongue as you lick her clean, the woman’s thighs twitching as you place a kiss to her clit before moving to your feet, your lips wet with her slick.

She pants heavily cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss, the kiss softer than before, but more intimate considering you had the taste of her on your lips.

Your tongues slowly meet, the two of you sighing deeply as you kiss lazily.

Kristie pulls back, her forehead resting against yours, her blue orbs raking down your front, smirking when she realizes you’re hard again.

Your brows knit when her hand slithers between you, her palm settling on the bulge in your pants, your front already damp from your earlier release.

“Maybe we should take care of that?” She says seductively, your eyes raking down her front, settling on her bare core.

“I know one way to take care of it.” You smirk, Kristie’s throat bobbing as you slowly reach for your jeans’ button.

Kristie catches your wrist, your eyes widening when she chooses to pop the button of your jeans and grab your zipper, tugging it downwards slowly.

In a blink, your pants are on the floor around your ankles, your boxers the only thing covering your lower half, the size of your member now visible.

“Fuck.” Kristie whispers, backing you up against the opposite wall, the woman pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor.

Her hands run from your shoulders down your chest, pausing to squeeze your breasts before her hands splay on your visible, muscular stomach.

“Damn.” She whispers, prodding your hard muscles.

She leans in, pressing her lips against yours, the kiss tender, distracting you from the fact that she was tugging down your boxers, that is until your erection springs free.

You glance down at your erection, your brows arching when you see Kristie gazing at it before running a fingertip along the underside of your cock.

You lean back heavily against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I want to feel you inside me.” Kristie confesses, your eyes flashing open, meeting Kristie’s shining blues.

“A-Are you sure...?” You whisper, the woman nodding with no sense of hesitation.

Your hand drops to your already throbbing member, giving it a few pumps, the sounds you're making, makes Kristie shudder.

Much to her surprise, you take charge, flipping your positions, the woman’s back now pressing against the cold tile wall.

You turn your attention back to your member, Kristie sighing when you run your head through her lower lips, stopping to rub it against her clit.

“Shit.” She sighs, her brows furrowing as you teasingly spread her opening with your tip before pulling away.

“Don’t tease.” She whines, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

She wanted you, and she wanted you bad, something that made you whimper, her eyes flashing open, locking with your Y/E/C orbs.

You lick your lips lining yourself up with her entrance, the blonde nodding rapidly when you give her a questioning look.

You slowly slip into her, your head slipping in slowly, the woman whining loudly.

“Fuck.” She whimpers, as you slowly slip inside her until you’re completely sheathed, her walls wet and warm, welcoming your invasion.

You remain still, lightly kissing her neck, letting her get acclimated to the stretch before you light thrust your hips.

“O-Oh.” She sighs, lifting one leg upward, curling it around your waist, gripping your shoulders tightly.

You put a bit more power behind your next thrust, earning a throaty moan in return, her walls fluttering around you.

You quickly establish a rhythm, your thighs slapping together as you pound into the woman.

“Fuck, Y/N...” She sighs, gasping when you lift her into the air and press her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around your middle as you reposition yourself and slip back inside her.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” She sighs as you start thrusting upwards, the woman getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.

She uses your shoulders as leverage, bouncing along with your thrusts, her lips parted as a wide array of sounds pass from her open mouth, a mixture of whines, whimpers, groans and moans.

Your muscles start to contract, your breathing quickening with each thrust, your orgasm impending.

“I-I’m so close.” Kristie says in between gasps, her walls fluttering around you.

“I-I’m gonna--

You go silent, groaning loudly against her neck as you stiffen, your thrusts slowing as you orgasm, your thighs quaking as you fill her with your release.

Kristie comes with a cry, her walls clamping down around you, milking more of your seed out of your softening cock.

Her nails dig ridges in your back as she trembles in your arms, the feel of her climaxing in your arms bringing you a sense of pleasure you never thought you’d feel.

Your thrusts slow, the woman panting heavily in your arms as you lazily kiss her neck, helping her through her orgasm.

She leans in, kissing your lips softly, your now flaccid member still inside her as you kiss tenderly.

You part, Kristie’s hands on your shoulders as her chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Well...” She says, giggling as she scrapes her nails against the nape of your neck.

“I didn’t expect that to happen.” She chuckles and you shake your head, your lips splitting in a grin.

“Me either.” You smile softly, bashful even though you were currently still inside the woman.

She hums, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.

“What do you say, we take this back to the hotel?” She asks with a seductive smirk, your lips splitting in a grin.

“I was kind of worried you’d want to pretend like this didn’t happen.” You mumble insecurely, the woman in your arms smiling as she tilts your chin up with her index finger, her sparkling blues meeting your Y/E/C’s.

“I’ve kind of been wanting to do this for a long time.” She confesses, her cheeks dusted pink.

Your brows arch.

“Really now?” You ask and she nods, smiling against your lips when your lips meet again.

“Still want to take this back to the hotel?” She asks and you smirk.

“Absolutely.”

Eventually, the two of you exit the bathroom, fully clothed, your hand in Kristie’s as she drags you out of the club, a slurring Emily Sonnett yelling from across the club.

“GET IT Y/N!” She hiccups and you snort, Kristie giggling as she squeezes your hand, the two of you eager to continue where you left off at the hotel.

In that moment, you were incredibly thankful that a drunk Emily Sonnett dragged you onto the dance floor.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #kristie mewis x reader #kristie mewis imagine #sorry im so late I forgot it was friday again XD #please let me know what you think!

268 notes · View notes

wispurring-moss · 1 month

Text

brain said this one had to be written in hieroglyphs so idk if the jokes are even gonna land— 😆😂

but don't worry, Angel; when there's only so many braincells to go around then it's inevitable that you'll have some absolute smoothbrain moments like this one, it's okay, we all have them— x'3c

#if that song's from the 50s then that means he was already in hell & prolly drugged tf up give him some slack okay— 🤣🤣#he's doing his best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#hazbin hotel #angelhusk #huskerdust #bc i say so <3 They Certainly Are Standing Next To Each Other etc etc #my art #this is so dumb lmfaoooo but brain wouldn't leave me alone til i got it outta my system so xD #also idk if the kermit joke needs like a cw/tw let me know i just think it's funny cuz they're already in hell lol

378 notes · View notes

apparently-artless · 9 months

Text

when you hated the food so much you're throwing a tantrum like a child ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeonmeshiedit #anime #animeedit #anime gif #fyanimegifs #dailyanimatedgifs #dailyanime #anisource #artsgifs #dungeon meshi spoilers #tw flashing #who's watching?? who's watching?? XD #anyways let me know who wants to be tagged for this series :))

600 notes · View notes

teecupangel · 11 months

Note

I know we had a few Fire Emblem posts, but as I was playing Engage last night, I had a great idea; what if Desmond wound up being a ring and spirit in game? Alear and company would be so confused by him and Desmond would be so done with everything.

Alright, first of all:

The AC AU idea based on the Engage ring system

1 FE Three Hopes x AC crossover idea + 1 AC AU idea that uses a lot of Fire Emblem tropes

FE Fates x AC crossover idea where Desmond becomes Hoshidan royalty

“Is that… a bracelet?” Alear asked.

“It looks more like a gauntlet, Divine One.” Alfred commented as he rubbed his chin before asking Yunaka, “You say you heard it call to you?”

“That’s right!” Yunaka answered cheerfully, “I was just taking a stroll when I heard a man’s voice say…”

Yunaka cleared her throat before changing her voice into a deeper tone and said…

“Hey! Hey, you, yeah, you with that… uuhhh… colorful hair, I guess? Anyway, can you hear me?”

Yunaka’s voice returned to usual as she continued, “After I picked this up, he stopped talking. Do you think this could be another Emblem bracelet, Divine One?”

“I’m not sure.” Alear frowned at the ‘bracelet’ in Yunaka’s hands, “The other bracelets were from that world but we never saw something like this. Not to mention… Alfred is right, this looks more like a gauntlet than a bracelet.”

Alear reached out, their fingers grazing the stylized A embedded on the gauntlet.

Alear’s eyes widened and glowed a golden color, surprising Alfred and Yunaka, “Divine One?!”

The words left Alear as the gauntlet began to glow, “Pierce through the lies, Emblem of Creed!”

The gauntlet shone brightly before…

An Emblem spirit appeared before them, clad in clothes they had never seen before.

He opened his eyes and…

His eyes were gold.

Not the purple hues of the Emblems.

They were gold.

“Uuuhhh… where am I?”

Unorganized Notes:

They all agree Desmond is from another world which does not have rings.

If you want to make this a bit meta, Desmond could have played Fire Emblem before he got kidnapped. Of course, he only knows about the pre-2012 Fire Emblem that were localized in the US.

You guessed it, his Emblem Bracelet is a Hidden Blade.

From a gameplay perspective, he gives bonus stats on speed, dodge and attack. The skills he give are beneficial to the Thief class line.

His Engage form has his ‘user’ don the Assassin white robes that seemed to be a mix of Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton. His Engage weapon is primarily the Sword of Altaïr but he also has a Hidden Gun (Ezio) and a tomahawk (Ratonhnhaké:ton). His ‘ultimate’ though is done using the Hidden Blade that only appears whenever his user is Emblem Engaged. (Strangely enough, enemies seemed to become… dazed… when he’s near… Desmond believes that some kind of POE shit is happening but he can’t be sure)

In terms of story, he’d most definitely be closest to Yunaka because they understand each other. To be more exact, Desmond noticed early on that Yunaka is pretending to be cheerful all the time and he had guessed her past. Yunaka is the only one who realized that Desmond is an Assassin as most of them assumed he was some kind of ‘warrior’ like the other Emblems.

No one knows why Desmond’s eyes are not purple. Even as an Emblem, he’s a strange one.

Alear promised to help him find his way back to his world in exchange for helping them with their journey. Desmond doesn’t mind because he thinks they need all the help they can get. The fact that most of them are younger than him worries him to no end.

#i don’t necessarily like the chant used to awaken desmond #if you can think of anything better #let me know XD #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: fire emblem #fic idea: crossover #fe alear #alear fire emblem #alfred fire emblem #yunaka #yunaka fire emblem #fire emblem engage

24 notes · View notes

melkyt · 3 months

Text

Im sorry, wait wait, give me a minute

Law's flower is Queen of The Night? And I am supposed to be okay after that information

*sobbin*

The flower that stands for wisdom and how life and death go hand in hand, how existance is a cycle between the two?

Flower that blooms once a year, that can stand for eternity yet is fleeting?

There are countless myths and books about a rare flower that blooms once in an eternity, flower that brings immortality at the cost of its own life?

*oh my heart*

The symbolism goes hard wth

Me crying over Trafalgar Law as always yeah, yeah

Its so tragic...

It's such a beautiful setup for a romantic tragedy....

#trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #im gonna write such an angsty lawlu fic because of this like oh my heart #luffy climbing a mountain to save his brother looking for a flower only to find Law who is the flower and must take his heart im uuugh #let me just you know vibe with this xd #randomly reminds me of wolfs rain quite the old anime noe but yes thats the vibe xd #melkyt speaketh

142 notes · View notes

shower-phantom-ideas · 1 year

Text

The Batman gets locked up in walkers prison! 😲

Walker left the zone to arrest him too why? Because clearly he is neglecting the child king! Smh. 😔 Walker greatly respects the rules but now that King Phantom is in place he respects something more. This child has brought order back to the zone (not really he kinda just wrote off some rules for Walker to enforce to get him out of his hair) and even after Walker imprisoned him too! So now hes back to his old ways of bending the rules to fit his whims. But this weird Bat Man person is deserving of a harsh punishment, that or a good thrashin’, for how hes done gone and treated their new King! Can’t the man tell the boy has a familial bond with ‘em? For cryin out loud the youngin already gave em core charm! No all the others can clearly see plain as day that hes apart of the boys family. (Danny made Batman an ice ward that helps protect from other ghosts… or so he thought oops it’s telling all the other ghosts that hes Danny fam)

Yet despite all this the man still is refusing to bring the kid into his fold. You don’t just go on and do that to a young one. Their King is only a baby and now this man has gone and ignored him like hes plans to go out to get some milk and never come back. Can’t he see how this is affecting his development? Walker wont have anyone doin that to his ghost King No Sir. Hes gonna education this man himself if he has to. Rehabilitation is something he can do. It’s within his jurisdiction after all.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #🤠#discusting use of my og accent #I can get worse yall #me and walker are from the same part of the workd #hell #bruce has no idea danny basically imprinted on him and all of a sudden a ghost is here to tell him anout the child support he aint been pay #lmao he doesn’t get a choice to pay child support tho xD he will accept danny feelings #or walker is gonna lock him up xD how funny #im not worry for the emoji’s #I meant sorry but I guess I am sorry #walker just come in and: you can’t reject kids like that!#bruce is confused cause walker tells him danny is like hardly 2 years old #walker using his ghost age #now bruce is super worried about phantom because he doesn’t know about ghost age #oh god two you say??!? im horrible despicable #I asked a literal toddle to give me cover fire #oh god I let a baby get shot #OH GOD I ATTACKED AN ACTUAL BABY #danny just sneezes while sippin a smoothie unaware

478 notes · View notes

luimagines · 10 months

Note

I dare you to do one with your favorite trope to write (unless you've already done it)

Oh my goodness, this might be longer that usual. XD

And I really had to think about what I wanted to write. I think I'll make this a one-shot. (unless you guys want more anyway) Prepare for this to be as self indulgent as hell. :D

And I'll make it Time while I'm at it.

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

This was the third time this week that you found something like this. You didn't know who was doing this.

A basket, filled to the brim with goodies and trinkets alike, sat properly outside of your window sill. It would be charming if you weren't on the third floor. Someone was climbing up to your balcony and leaving the baskets for you to find.

It was creepy- to a degree. There was never anything malicious about it though. The baskets typically held a flower, a warm meal (or groceries) and some little thing for you to put around your apartment.

You see, you moved to the Kingdom of Kokiri with nothing but a backpack and small child's wagon. Your apartment wasn't even on a nicer side of town. But it hard to be worried about robbers when you're home is bare and empty.

Slowly, that's been changing though. The baskets always had a poem attached, but no name. You secret admirer would give little things from time to time. The baskets are getting more frequent too.

What used to be a small monthly thing, turned weekly then bi weekly- and you're beginning to suspect that they're turning into a daily thing.

Part of you worries that whoever this is, is spending too much on you.

But seeing that the last basket had a new set of dining wear with plates and cups and a some nice utensils to match- you're not inclined to have them stop anytime soon when they're improve your very living conditions as it is. Even if you feel a little guilty.

That being said, this basket had a warm meal already prepared, still steaming in the glass tupperware. There was a small bouquet of roses near the top and a small little box that you opened to see a single slice of chocolate cake.

The card was attached on the inside but it lacked the typical poem. It simple read: "Rest well, Love. You've worked hard today. Dinner's on me. I just want to see you smile in the morning."

You smiles and tucked the card back into its place, bringing the basket back into your apartment.

You have to figure out who this secret admirer of yours is. It has to be someone with access to your floor but it can't be a neighbor. Right? You're on the corner so it can't be anyone to your left. But maybe your neighbor to the right? That's a creepy thought. You hardy ever see him and you don't think he showers throughout the week.

It can't be him. Or at least you're going to deny it.

Maybe it's someone from above? That's more likely. There is this cute guy that you know lives on the floor above you, but you don't know which apartment. It wouldn't be hard to drop the basket secretively onto your balcony from above if that was the case.

The thought rotates in your head as you eat the food. It's delicious. Decadent, even.

Gratitude fills your heart and soul. you have to return the favor somehow after everything this person has provided for you. But how?

You head to bed with a smile on your face and a full stomach. You'll have to start small but you can think of something.

The next morning you head to the castle and walk straight to the throne room.

It was a deal that the king had proposed personally to you. You get to work concern free in his kingdom but you have to report to him every other Tuesday. Seeing as you had nowhere else to go, you didn't think it wise to refuse.

You've grown somewhat close, but with his power and status by his side, you couldn't help but slightly intimidated by him even now.

The king- like most Royals of Kingdoms of Hyrule- was a dragon. Sure, he could take the form of a typical man, but he stayed in his half form more often than not. His age and strength add to his credentials. As the current senior amongst dragons, all you've gathered is that he's lived longer than he appears. The older the dragon, the stronger they are.

King Link is a force to be reckoned with.

However, he's kind and patient with you. He's not all that bad.

You nod and grin at the Captain, who's affectionately called Warrior. Another dragon hidden among the people. You don't know his story, but he's a hard working fellow. He also came to the king in a time of need, looking for asylum and has been working under his employ ever since. He is the king's right hand man.

Warrior smiles back and salutes you softly as you enter. You'll never understand why you've more or less been given free reign of the castle, but with his approval, you feel better to head on in.

You meet the king and curtsy clumsily, still feeling rushed. He's asked you call him Time and he stands from the throne. His face is kind, amused even. A chuckle tumbles out of him as he walks toward you, his marble like tail swinging behind him. "I thought we were passed the formalities, my dear."

You clear your throat. "Were we? I don't recall."

He laughs again. "Come. We have much to discuss."

You nod and follow. He leads you to the back room with a gentle touch the small of your back. It's a familiar routine that you've grown comfortable with.

There's a small rounded table with a pale blue laced table cloth. There's a delicate tea set and it's covered to the brim with snacks and treats alike. You think you see a few of your favorites and your eyes light up at the sight.

King Time notices and he smiles, pleased. "Sit."

You nod and take your usual spot. Time sits across from you and serves you the pieces that you eyes earlier. You almost feel bad. You're still full from the night before.

Time notices. "Something wrong, dear?"

"No." You shake your head, afraid of insulting him. "Someone gave me dinner last night and I'm still a bit full from it."

Time seemed to be shocked by the tidbit. "Really?... Was it good?"

"It was delicious!" You can't help but gush. "I would normally cook for myself but they send food from time to time and it was still warm so I couldn't resist."

His smile turns a little tight. "Is that so? I'm glad that you were fed adequately then.... May I ask who?"

You falter, the smile on your face turning more soft and shy. "Um... I think it was my neighbor..."

"...You don't know who it is?"

You blush and look down onto the table, playing with the treats on your plate. "I know that I should be more cautious. But they've only ever left it on my balcony... It's a secret admirer so to speak. They've given me trinkets and flowers and food. It seems as if they've slowly been furnishing my house for me. I don't know... I've been trying to think about who it may be, but I'm coming up short. Regardless, enough about my lack of love life-"

Time abruptly puts his hand under the table but you catch the reason why before he can hide it.

He's bent the fork in half with his hand, seemingly without realizing it. He smiles brightly, as if nothing happened and the thought gets put on the back burner for now. "Right... Well, you can always ask for my assistance, Darling."

You shake your head with a small smile. "Thank you, but I'm here to report my work. Let's get to business then."

Time clenches his jaw slightly but nods in agreement. "Right. I believe last time you mentioned that you were following a trail of some suspicious individuals on the property of the farm lands for relief efforts. Did that bloom into anything substantial?"

You pull out a manila folder with a smirk and hand it to the king. "Did it ever."

The time passes before you know it. Little by little, as you give your report, if drifts away and you're talking about your lives as much as you can before you leave.

Warrior comes in, informing Time of another meeting has to attend. He looks apologetic.

The king winces but you're quick to stand up, mid panic. "I'm sorry. I've overstayed my welcome."

"Impossible." Time blurts, standing abruptly as well. He reach out as if to stop you and moves around the table as if to block your path. His tail curls around your ankle, stopping your in your tracks. It's gentle but firm. Even if his grip is painless, you can already tell that you wouldn't be able to escape on your own.

You freeze and after a beat he lets you go. Time gulps and stands, seemingly more aware of what he was doing. His grip falls away and he takes a step back. "R-right... I won't keep you from your work much longer then."

You can't help but blush. He's always been fine with putting a hand on your shoulder or your back... but the tail is one of the most sensitive parts of a dragon. And he just grabbed you with it. For some reason, you find yourself blushing.

You nod dumbly, as if your schedule is jammed packed like his. Your heart is pounding. You follow Warrior out of the room as he leads you back to the main gate of the castle.

"Sorry." Warrior says quietly. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Nonono-" You're still shaken by the phantom feelings of the scales around you. Even if it was just a brush, there was a power there. You don't know why you're so out of whack suddenly. The act was more intimate than you were able to admit. "If you didn't say anything, I would have kept going. Honestly, I swear he's just humoring most of the time."

"This is the only time we get him to actually take a break." Warrior tells you. "He'd work himself t the bone if it weren't for you. It's not like he can't afford it. He's two years ahead of his work. By all means, keep him there longer."

You flush and look away, walking out of the gate. "Oh please, he'll get sick of me before we'd know it."

Warrior is quick to bite his tongue, biting back the instant retort that no doubt sat on his tongue. He takes a breath and shakes his head.

"...He likes you." Warrior looks pained. Like there's something there that he wants to say but can't. You don't see it. "Would you like me to walk you home? If I recall you live far enough away-"

"Not enough to cause concern, Captain." You smile and pat his shoulder. "But thank you."

"His Majesty wouldn't like it if anything happened to you." Warrior tries to push it a little bit.

You shake you head. "And take more of your time away? You work just as hard, if not harder, than the entirety of the castle staff. I think only the King works harder than you."

He presses his lips into a thin line. His own scales poke from under his skin. Something is riling him up but you don't know what. You've never seen his dragon form or even his half. He seems to hide it more often than not. You would never know he was a dragon if the King hadn't said anything earlier.

Warrior sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "Very well... Just... be safe, yeah? I don't think the goddesses themselves would be able to calm the king should things go wrong."

"Like what?" You snort. "I end up in the hospital? I'll be fine. No worries."

You wink for good measure and head home, happy, fulfilled and ready to take on the rest of the week.

You miss the next three visits.

Part 2

307 notes · View notes