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blackfemfreak · 2 years

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All By Myself pt.2

pairing: dom!Letitia x independent!reader

warnings: its nothing but smut, bffr😭

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In hushed tones as you rush out of the club together, you and Tish decide to go back to her place. She makes sure to take extra care opening your door and making sure you're settled before pulling off. The car ride is tenuous yet silent as both of your minds prepare for what the night will offer. Tish uses only one hand to control steer the ng wheel. The other is placed lazily on your thigh. “ so, i have a question," she begins, " what do you do love?' immediately, Your award winning smile plasters itself across your face. You didn't like to brag, sure, but if someone asked about your accomplishments you didn't feel the need to become shy. "I work for a fortune five hundred in marketing,” you state. This only catches Tish slightly off guard. She knew you weren’t regualr, she could feel it, but the mental picture of you in a two piece suit telling others to get their shit together added gasoline to the fire that was growing in her core. She kept her face cool as she navigated the streets to her home, all the while fantasizing about the woman sitting next to her. She absentmindedly gripped the flesh beneath her palm as her bottom lip found its way between her teeth.

“Is it hard?”

“No, after handing out tasks for so long you get used to running the ship. By now, I expect people to meet my expectations, and they do, otherwise they’ll have to hear me tear a hole in their ass in front of everybody.” you finish with a light chuckle. You weren’t trying to be a bitch, but time is money and the more thats wasted, the smaller your checks. You weren’t letting anyone stop your bag, not now, or ever. “So you run the show.” Tish cracks an amused smile and you couldn’t tell what was funny, but deep down, you knew youd find out.

After ten minutes more of absent minded chatter and questions, your attentiion moved to the home in front of you. Gated, three story, historical with a touch of modern technology it was beautiful. You only longed to have a home as beautiful someday but for now your penthouse bachelor pad would suffice. Tish is quick to come around the side of your door and open it, grabbing your hand so you can step out. And you do, following her to the entrance and letting your curiosity lead the way. The smart lights immediately turn on and dim, allowing you to get a clear look at the place. It’s even more beautiful on the inside, so you politely remove your heels and set them aside.

“You have a beautiful home.” you sputter out, still amazed.

“Thank you. It is a space where I can be who I am, so I care for it well.”

She takes your hand after locking up and leads you into the kitchen. “Would you like a glass of wine, or is tequila still your drink of choice?” she smiles mischievously. You mock the smart assedness she has on display before taking the wine bottle she’s pulled out of the cabinet and pouring yourself a healthy glass of champagne. Tish isn’t amused, in fact she’s noted now that this is the second time you’ve shown your blatant independence and inability to not take lead. Still, she says nothing as she pours herself a glass of champagne, no doubt thinking of the ways you’ll have to apologize later on.

The both of you sit at the kitchen island sipping your glasses and making small talk. Only then does it dawn on you that you’ve still yet to understand why her name sounds so familiar. The effects of the champage are slowly starting to cloud your thoughts, and you notice that it’s getting a bit warm. Tish must feel the same, because before you can speak up she’s unbuttoning her shirt and hanging it on the back of her chair. You watch as her toned arms flex with every move, and as she turns to look at you her abdomen follows suit. Her body is warm and you can tell from the mist covering her stomach that glistens in the light. She takes notice of your attention and smirks.

“My eyes are up here sweetheart.”

Tish’s hand comes up to grab your chin, making you hold eye contact with her. The glaze covering your lower lips is more than just a small puddle, and you make a mental note to thank god you decided against panties. The sexual tension between you two is heavy, and when you decide the anticipation of getting your quick nut is too much, you lean up and attempt to press your lips against hers. Tish is quicker though, and her hand wraps itself around your throat before you can get what you want.

“Careful, Y/N..you may come across to eager if you rush.” she speaks. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, this isnt what you expected. You have no choice but to hold eye contact with her now. And you can fully see that you may have bitten off more than you could chew with this one. Her head lowers itself to your neck and you begin to feel the trail of wet kisses she’s leaving. Your back arches into her body, silently begging for her to touch you in anyway. You didn’t come here to play games, you came for satisfaction and youd leave here with it.

“You are such a beautiful woman,” she mutters under her breath while she continues her attack on your skin. You’re breathless, gasping everytime her tongue and teeth are satisfied marking in one spot and move to the next. Her other hand is sliding its way up the inside of your thigh, tempting your pussy with its distance.

“Then fuck me..” you bite out.

“Oh I intend to do just…that..” she’s pressed your back against the island and you feel her thumb find your clit between the folds of your soaking slit. A moan slips out as your legs open wider, your body doing the begging your mouth refuses to. Your eyes flutter closed as she massages circles into your clit.

“Shit..” you whisper under your breath. “See how easy it is…to get what you want…when you’re patient..?” She breathes through kisses.

Her face moves to hover over yours and you can barely respond through the moans choking themselves out of you. Your core is on fire as she works the nucleus of your being with just a thumb.

“Hughh…hughh…Tish…” you call to her. You can feel the beginnings of your stomach coiling, and your body is rocking against the stool you sit in, it’s not enough. The sensation is amazing, but you need more. And you move to coax her fingers inside of you, but suddenly the sensations are gone.

Tish watches, satisfied, as you pant and attempt to pull yourself back together. You can only breathe as you watch her stick her wet thumb, coated in your slick, into her mouth and suck. She turns on her heel heading to her bedroom, leaving you with the option to follow or go home.

You dont.

Instead you slide down from the chair on jellied legs, and follow. When you finally stumble on her bedroom, she’s standing in the shadows. You approach her, sliding your hands up her torso and around her neck. Tish smirks, using the closeness to pull your dress from your shoulders, kissing and biting where the fabric leaves. She takes her time letting her hands feel out your curves as she lowers herself, taking your dress with her. Once the fabric has pooled at your feet, she takes your body in all its glory. Sliding her eyes up your legs, over your hips and standing as they find your breasts. Her hands find your waist, ushering you towards her mattress until the back of tour knees find the plush of her blankets. One hand slides its way up your back and into your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling your head back. The heat in the room is stifling, but her gaze is warmer. She uses her body to press your entire body into her covers and finally your lips meet again. This time, she wastes no time exploring your mouth with her tongue.

She’s nestled herself between your thighs as your hands roam her torso, and the moment you reach for the button on her pants time stops. She’s snatched your hands and pressed them against the blankets above your head. Your dazed as she breaks the kiss to lean into your ear again,

“you will do as I say princess. no more..” she takes a beat to add pressure to the way your hands are held, “..no less..”

It only dawns on you now that this was not what you were used to. Where you had been used to controlling the situation, the tempo, barking orders and having things done your way, Letitia was determined to take lead. Now you more eager than ever. The slick between your legs had mutliplied, and you could feel the wetspot you’d created and were made to lay in. This was your doing, you had fucked around, and now you were about to find out just how good Tish followed through on her word. And part of you was excited, wanting her to fuck you more now than ever.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand finding its way back to your drenched pussy. “So this is what gets you hot, huh Y/N?” Tish taunted. “You need someone to show you when to fall back?” sne slides one perfect middle finger into your cunt, pumping your walls slowly. It was almost torture, knowing how quickly you wanted to cum and that you couldn’t because she refused to pick up the pace. It frustrated you to no end, but turned you on even more. “There’s only one way this ends, princess…” and as she speaks you feel a second finger enter. Your back arches as moans begin to climb their way out of your throat again. “you will crumble for me.” she states smugly, and her pace picks up. Its consistent, and you know she’s fucked countless others like this, but right now, its you.

“Yes Tish…yes, hughhh…” you moan out. Her fingers curl inside of you, searching for the spot thatll make stars explode behind your eyes. Tish is concentrated, her eyes drunking in the way your chest heaves when you like the way something feels..how you call her name as if youve had 8 cups of liquor, drunken and blissful. She didn’t need the ego boost, but watching this straightforward business woman succumb to the pleasure she gave was addictive. Her own drug and she was finding that she needed more…so she took more. Adding in a third finger she punped quicker, digging for your button. The sensation was intense, drowning you with every wave of pleasure that struck. So when the pleasure increased you took to yelling your praisies.

“FUck! Shit! Yes! Letitiaaaa!” you wailed. Soon your knees had raised and your body began to jerk. She had found it, the spot that would make you crumble. And you did. While she hammered into your sweet spot with her fingers, you let loose the release youve been needing for months. “Mmmfuck baby I’m cumming!! Hughhh shiiiiitt” you screamed through gasps. Letitia continued to work your cunt, only slowing to let you ride out your first orgasm. “Thats a good girl..god you look so beautiful when you fall apart for me..” she smiled nonchalantly.

After you had calmed down and began to catch your breath, you opened your eyes, searching for the devil that had taken your breath that easily. She, however, already had her eyes on you, cleaning your cum from her fingers. Those intense chocolate orbs had you captivated again. You dont remember the last time youve felt this vulnerable during sex before, but you missed it. “I…,” you began, “that was…ha..” you attempted to speak as she finished and began to stroke your legs slowly, massaging any tense feelings left from your orgasm. “Shut. Up.” she spoke. And there was no room for discussion, because she had grabbed your ankles and dragged you to the edge of the bed.

Before you could adjust, her head dipped between your thighs and you couldnt escape the moan you let out as her mouth found your cunt. There was no space to speak as she quickly began to slide her tongue back and forth along your clit. The motion caused you to jerk, your clit still sensitive. And without much recovery time, there was nothing you could do but take the pleasure. Your hands snapped to the curls set atop her head as you moaned out. At the the moment it was less about the tongue you could feel touching the sensitive parts of your body, and more about the view of the beautiful woman helping herself to your leaking pussy.

“Oh my godddd…fuck!” you yelled out. Her hands gripped your thighs, giving you no room to run from the lashing she gave your cunt. Watching became impossible, and you only had the sensation of her tongue sliding into you hole, digging the leftover orgasm from your insides. It was ruthless the way she ate like her life depended on it. And as her willing victim, you enjoyed every moment, egging her on.

“Pleaseeee!” “Right there!” “Shiiiiit its…its so good!!”

You had never been one for swearing, but the intensity of the orgasm building was moving at the speed of light. Soon you felt the familiar sensation in the bottom of your stomach, and you did the only thing you thought of..running.

“Fuuuuck!! Wait, wait, wait!” but it was too late. She wouldn’t let you move, no matter how hard you had thrashed. And she was rewarded when your body humped violently into her mouth, the squirt finding its way to her eagerly awaiting throat. Your scream was earth shattering, you could swear your heart had moved into you eardrums permanently the way it beat so loudly in your ears. After seconds, which felt like hours, she began to let up. Slowing her tongues moves until you were almost quiet aside from your heavy breathing.

When she pulled away from your thighs, her face was drenched. She smiled cockily, smacking tour thigh as she crawled up to kiss you. Any breath you couldve caught was stolen by the kiss again, but the taste of yourself on her tongue meeting yours was heaven. You sighed into the kiss before she broke it and rested her forehead against your own.

“You taste…amazing” she whispered. And the pure sex dripping from her words sent a shiver down your spine. You needed this. You had craved the release for two years, and damn was this worth it. But you had orgasmed twice, and she hadnt cum once, to your knowledge. “When…when is your turn..?” you managed to breathe out. She chuckled again before moving off the bed, leaving you covered in your own mess. Your eyes followed her until she disappeared in her closet. When you couldnt see her anymore, your let out a huge breath you had no idea youd even been holding. This kind of sex was dangerous. It was the kind that would have you popping up unannounced and stalking random girls’ instagram pages. And you never wanted to be that girl, but if Letitia kept this up, that’s exactly where you were headed.

The bed dipped pulling you from your thoughts and your eyes found the brown woman again. This time, her pants had disappeared along with her underwear, and in its place sat a black dildo connected to a harness. “You’re gonna strap me too?!” you yelled. At this, Tish’s demeanor broke and she let out a full laugh. You werent afraid, but the woman had already made friends with two of your orgasms, if she hit three, you were probably going to have to get married because there was no way you’d ever give this insatiable woman up.

“You asked when was my turn, right?” she asked. You nodded, keeping your eyes on her when she reached for a small black remote. “There’s a vibrator in this strap..since you’ve done so well, I’ll give you a reward. Whenever you press that button, the vibrator will stimulate my clit..do what you will with that information.”

With your new power, she leaned down to press her lips against yours again. There was a new power struggle behind it, and you took the opportunity to test your ability. Bzzzzzzzzz.

Tish felt the stimulation against her clit, and while her orgasm had been slowly building, the vibrator had shown to be enough to push her slowly over the edge. Payback was a bitch, and you tilted your head back as she buried her face in your neck, groans of pure ecstasy slipping from her lips. It was beautiful watching the scene unfold, but you got too bold. And without warning, Tish had used your last two orgasms as lube to slip right in.

“Hughhh, yesss..” you hiss. Tish leans her head up to make eye contact with you while you both struggle with the pleasure you push on one another. Your knees wrap around her hips as she begins a steady pace to hold off from cumming too quick. “The longer you keep it running, the longer I’ll hold out on your orgasm” she chokes out. Now you had an option, pass up another addictive orgasm by making her nut quick, or let her slut you completely out with no control. You were torn, and the slow strokes of Tish’s strap didnt help you think any better. Ultimately you hit the button again, stopping the vibrator, and Tish chuckled.

“Smart girl,” she spoke, “keep it up.” And then she was off. Thrusting with every bit of strength she had, she ripped screams of pleasure from you. She leaned down pulling your left nipple into her mouth while she pinched the right. The friction of her pelvise slamming into yours was euphoric, and all you could do is plead.

“Damnn! Baby, please! Pleaseee! Yes!”

Stroke after stroke Tish wreaked havoc on your body. After a while she held herself up on both arms, staring at your face. “Look at me.” she demanded. But you were too far gone to hear, so she grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes as she fucked into your dripping pussy. “You see how good I fuck you? You will never have this by yourself. You will never feel this amazing, fucking yourself.” Tish was riding the high of putting you in your place. She didnt need to know your life story, all she needed was to know that you were knocked down a couple of pegs. And to that her orgasm began to build more violently than before. Mixed in with the sound of your cries of pleasure, were her groans. The sound of her strap sliding in and out of you was pushing her over ghe edge, and you took note. She let go of your jaw, sitting up and putting your legs over her shoulder so she could continue to drill your insides. Sweat beads dormed on both of your bodies and as your back arched, you squeezed the forogtten remote in your hand.

“Tish..” you moaned out, “Baby!!” you were close, and you loved the feeling of having the wind knocked out of you by an orgasm, but this was different. Even though she had madd you her bitch, you had to return the favor at least once. “Hugh…hughhh….hughhhhh!!” in the spur of the moment you pressed the nutton, activating the vibrator. At this angle, the vibration hit both of you hard and Tish could feel her herself coming close to release. “Cum for me, Y/N. Let me see you crumble for me.” And you did. On her command, your orgasm hit you like a train the same time Tish found hers. Both of you jerked against each other, knocking the vibrations between your pelvis. Her hands squeezed your thighs while you dug your nails into the sheets.

“Motherfucker!!” she swore. And then it was silent.

You pressed the button again, turning off the vibrator and throwing it across her bed. As you laid together staring at the ceiling and catching your breath, you pause. Capturing her brown orbs you huffed out,

“You’re right..,” Tish quirked an amused eyebrow egging you on, “I definitely can’t do that all by myself.”

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a/n: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 took me about 4/5 hours to crank this out. did yall like this? i was listening to the 50 shades of grey playlist while i wrote it, so i definitely had some thoughts lmao yktd!! send me tips so I can get better!

#shuri imagine #letitia wright shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri smut #shuri x you #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x black!reader

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sidesteppostinghours · 7 months

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2, 11, and B for steps of your choice?

afternoon! thank you for the ask :D

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Cyrus- how easy is it to get him to find something funny? easy. he falls for a lot of jokes and its part of the reason ortega got to him so quickly. same thing for daniel, except this time it started off as a way crueler, "this man is terrible at what he does and i get to watch him fail" sort of amusement before it cooled down to something softer. how easy it is to get him to laugh is another matter entirely. cyrus is very good at schooling his own expressions, and if he thinks its inappropriate to laugh at any given situation (or he doesnt want to give away how much hes enjoying himself), good luck trying. youd have to catch him completely off guard with something to get anything to slip out, and honestly even then hed disguise it with a cough.

Cynthia- its easy to get her to laugh, but a lot of the times it out of politeness rather than genuine amusement. honestly, she really doesnt know why some people laugh at some things, it doesnt compute for her. but she knows when to laugh and nobody knows that shes faking it so thats good enough to get a conversation going! ortega and themmy were the only ones able to get her genuinely laughing at something, and its harder for ortega to do so now because every time she tries, it always seems tinged with some slight sadness she cant place. shes sure its nothing to investigate though, heartbreak was hard on all of them. theres no other reason why cynthia would be acting like this...right?

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Caine- questions! lots of them. they dont care how they come across, and theyre already a very curious step, so its not unusual for him to rapid-fire ask a barrage of questions to whatever poor sod managed to catch his attention this time. it also helps with information gathering. the only downside to asking questions is that the type of questions someone asks can sometimes say a lot about them, and theyre not interested in letting people find out.

Cecilia- she is staring at them blankly until they explain. if they dont elaborate, then itll depend on how much the clarification matters to her. if not: oh well, were moving on ig! she doesnt have any problem admitting she doesnt know everything, and it doesnt bother her. if she does, the other person is Not Getting Out of that conversation until they give in. she will pester them for answers with the single-mindedness of a bloodhound. the Only exception to this is argent, because shed kill her if she asked too many questions and she respects that.

B) What inspired you to create them?

answered here!

questions from here!

#cecis bullheadedness is a lot of the reason she never got along with chen lol #man cecilia and caine would be the worst people to catch the interest of #adhd+audhd solidarity in annoying the fuck out of you #thank you again for the ask :]#caine lynzal #cyrus becker #cecilia rider #cynthia garcia #sidestep #fhr #pulp answers #ask game

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dndfuckhouse · 1 year

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After the Wraiths and Before We Touch Down...

FEATURING

Finn and Ozan in the Evening - 7/24

Cimmorro and Keva in the Morning - 13/8 - 16/8

Cimmorro and Vinny in the Morning - 8/19

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Finn and Ozan in the Evening - 7/24

After his plan to cry to Vinny and Cimmorro doesn't pan out, Finn attempts to cope with the emotional stress hes under in the only other way he knows how to. Well, its not the only other way he knows to, but other methods aren't viable in his current state and he'd be doing this even if he weren't desperate to relieve his anguish. So its actually normal behavior. Great! With this self assessment in mind, he purposefully strides down the hallway where he had seen Ozan and Vernalis in their room earlier.

Finn: he looks vernalis up and down exactly once, remembering how it felt to be squished against her chest. a memory that couldve been pleasant, were it not for her being born as herself. he then focuses on his target instead, snaking an arm around ozans and gently tugging at it "pardon my interrupting but i believe we were sharing a bed earlier" he smiles at ozan with intent "and it was thanks to you that we were able to win our little game with the ghosts.. itd be improper if i were not to give my thanks for your cooperation.. perhaps youd like to chat with me over it elsewhere?" Ozan: amusing himself and trying to lighten the mood a little ozan continues chatting away with vernalis about this and that with his pipe in one hand. though not harrowed by the events of the evening himself hes glad to see it ended up alright in the end, prompting no needed intervention from himself. he leans against the wall near the door casually puffing away until a man suddenly makes himself known to his right in the door frame. he blinks over trying to recognise him and nearly flinches when the stranger invades his personal space, covering it with a lean back and a laugh. "whoo-a, hello there?" at the statements he blinks and recognition settles in his mind "ahhh, you were with the group helping this one then?" he points over at verny with his thumb "alot taller in your normal form huh?" he thinks for a moment glancing down at his arm still held with a curious look "we can shuttle out into the hall, sure" and turns to Vernalis "i'll be back in a tick, feel free to head to sleep ahead of me, you're probably more tired anyway." he gestures to his bag as if to imply if you want to keep smoking thats where i keep my stuff with a smirk Vernalis: Verny really was just shooting the shit with Ozan and recounting what she saw which admittedly wasn’t much. Despite the heavy tone from earlier, she seems to have gone back to her regular self pretty quickly. She does remember Finn a little bit. The one who turned into a bat right? She didn’t get to see much of it so it amused her somewhat. She clasps her hands together excitedly. “Ohh its you!” She says at the sight of Finn. She just listens until Ozan suggests she retire and she stifles a yawn. “Oh dear, well I suppose we did get interrupted didn’t we. I’d love to pick you apart for your little bat trick… but it’ll just have to remain an unsolved mystery.” She says as she rubs her eyes. “I think I’m just gonna turn in, sleep a bit more, thanks for sharing mister ^^” She yawns before giving a toddle-o and shuffling back into the room god speed finn Finn: at verny saying she'd love to pick finn apart for his 'bat trick' he just goes TAILS.JPEG for a moment. he was hoping no one paid attention to that. hell, he didnt want ozan to get any ideas about it and question him instead of going to bed with him. as if that wasnt enough, shes the reason he doesnt get to respond to ozans remark in the way he'd like... finn briefly allows his mind to wander but decides to try and remember the pick up line he just invented if someone else ever complained about his height again. back to bat business, finn would think 'at least she left it as an unsolved mystery' but that'd make him sound 'grateful' for her 'mercy', which he is not, so he opts to curse her internally for her insolence and is satisfied when she finally exits the scene. when thats done with, he tugs at ozans arm again, intending to drag him out a little further into the hallway "you dont mind, do you?" he looks at where hes touching the other mans arm Ozan: he gives verny a little wave before shutting the door behind him to giver her some quiet as he steps out into the hallway after finn. It's a little dark and he can hear the sounds of revelry echoing down the hall from the dining hall but its private enough for a chat he supposes.

Ozan: he glances down at the grasp the man still has on his arm as if amused by the confidence in his over familiarness "i typically ask a mans name before i try and sell him something myself?" Finn: finn goes a little red at that and laughs nervously "o-oh... i suppose i cant help but admit that ive been quite eager to be alone with you again..." he smiles shyly, seemingly genuine, before slipping back into his usual chuuni persona "allow me to correct that mistake!" he lets go of ozan and bows courteously "im finnian oswald atticus barvotte of antessa! and most recently, hero of shorewater." he ceases his bowing and extends his arm this time, patiently awaiting ozans response and giving him the opportunity to reject finn "may i have the pleasure of enjoying your company and learning your name?" Ozan: ozan seems perplexed at how he could have garnered finns intense attention from one brief interaction but appreciates being released from his grasp nonetheless, perhaps...verny did something unusual in his body..? he doesnt usually draw the younger crowd. at finn's little display he politely claps, laughing to himself "nobility aboard i see" he gives a courteous bow of his own with one arm, presenting himself in a showy manner he would at his own storefront before standing upright again "you were all involved in that mess in shorewater? now that's certainly interesting. my names ozan callin, im a merchant of sorts myself" he folds his arms and leans against the wall of the hallway again in a more relaxed manner "company may be enjoyed, but if you're looking for something more intimate than this i cant exactly say i'll be providing." Finn: at first, finn is excited at ozans interest and clapping, finding himself listening to him with full attention in return. he repeats 'ozan' in his mind over and over.. a merchant, thats fine. if finn is attracted enough to a person, their being a commoner shouldnt matter for as long as hes interested. he had anticipated his status already anyway. Ozan (echo): if you're looking for something more intimate than this i cant exactly say i'll be providing Finn: finn takes this to mean that ozan isn't looking for a relationship, which is fine by him. hes not looking either! "your company i shall gladly enjoy..." finn smiles and shuffles over to lean against the wall as well "and you sound quite interesting yourself, if i may say so... what sort of merchandise do you handle, pray tell?" he'll get these pleasantries over with and then invite him to his room! score! this confidence and joy is reflected clearly in finns dazzling smile.

Ozan: he quirks a brow at the positive response considering how strong he came on earlier and takes a puff from the pipe hes still holding. he watches finn shuffle against the wall and give him a sunny smile, hes almost starting to doubt his own reading of his intentions, but maybe hes just really genial, or lying? either way he's somewhat amused by whatever he's doing "mostly just the odd trinkets and baubles, ah but of the arcane variety typically. i travel around alot hunting down whatever little treasures i can, there's quite a few unique enchantments out there. i'd try to pitch you a couple now if they weren't back in the room." he lets out a laugh in response. Finn: "hmm... arcane trinkets and enchantments you say..." finn rotates the information in his mind for a moment "itd certainly be quite amusing to be subjected to such a sales pitch, for you see i am a man of the sword!" he proudly exclaims, lighting up a little more at praising himself for his own favourite talent "i generally do not find much use for magic and such in my profession or day to day life... would you still attempt to sell to me?" he tilts his head a little "oh, and have you been to antessa before? or anywhere in vargonia?" <- forgetting his manners a little in his excitement Ozan: he smiles at finns dramatics "hmm a man of the sword! but picture how all the more powerful you'd be if your weapon of choice's output could be enhanced in certain ways? you'd be all the more a fearsome foe im sure" he waves his hands in the air "alot of adventurers like to wield enchanted items whether they wield magic themselves or not, and you never know when something innocuous could come in handy, in just the right situation, aye" he snaps his fingers to punctuate the point "the bangle that makes you a little faster could save your life, or the ring that changes the colour of your hair could blend you into the walls, but im a bit of a hoarder myself, hah!" he considers the question "i have traveled to vargonia before, only to her capital, though i've heard a whisper of the name antessa before though on my walks." Finn: finn doesn't hesitate in his answer here "your words ring true, but id much rather be fearsome because i am just that good, which i am by the way!" he beams again "i see the value and use of upping your opponent in just the right moment, in a battle for life and death most would prefer to survive by any means necessary and i am well aware that you often cannot choose your fights, but i find it all the more gratifying to overcome a foe who relies on more than their own strength" he grins now, recalling how he handled the situation with olst's enchanted dagger (<- it was very pathetic but he exudes confidence regardless). he calms down a little from his enthusiasm though as to not overwhelm ozan and gestures vaguely with his wrist "im most pleased to hear youve seen the beauty of my homeland nevertheless.." he looks rather fond when he speaks of it "ah... excuse me, i keep thinking of so many things i wish to ask and know of you and barely extend the opportunity to you, but id love to know where youre headed from here on... and i also wonder if itd be possible to peruse your wares tomorrow regardless of my own preference..." he thinks of katrina.......

Ozan: he considers finn's words "hoho, well lets hope that confidence in your skills continues to carry you further in your misadventures saving cities then. i wish you luck. buuu-t if you ever need a little pep in your step..." he winks and takes another puff of his pipe as finn reminisces "i will be selling a few things tomorrow before the boat lands, give the people some time to recuperate before i try and start hawking my wares" he laughs a little "im on my way to ackran right now, they've got some nice fabrics in this time of year, plus i hear tale of an arcane seamstress or another working away at a few things, but i tend to pop up wherever my whims take me" Finn: finn merely smirks back at him and flips his hair a little "only fools believe in luck... but your encouragement is much appreciated regardless" he nods as ozan goes on about setting up shop tomorrow. 'off to france, huh?' he thinks to himself "you'll be seeing more of me tomorrow, then... i have someone back home id like to gift something to. all the better if it could be useful to them, even. so think about your pitch for me until then, yeah? whats this about an arcane seamstress though? 🧐" Ozan: he laughs again "call me a fool then i suppose! lady luck hasn't steered me wrong yet" he seems to fiddle about with something in his pocket as he ponders finn's statements "if its a present for a loved one maybe i could even gift wrap it for you? extra charge of course" he smirks a little as he turns and strokes his chin dramatically "ahh you haven't her name? Colette the nimble fingered they call her, seems she's an up and coming professional in the field of enchantment." he gestures with both hands as if telling a story "they say she can imbue any garment with the strength of a thousand bulls, the colour of the glittering rainbow, the scent of the feywild and even the sense to walk about on their own, all while being stitched and crafted so beautifully you'd think each a masterwork!" he drops his hands as he finishes "now, i doubt most of these claims are entirely correct but im curious to see what her thread and fabrics are capable of, and if im able to purchase a few of my own." Finn: for perhaps the second time of his life, finn briefly wonders if it was a mistake to out himself as a noble. but he judges ozan as a merchant to probably charge anyone hefty enough sums... surely it cant be because finn is well off that he'd mention an extra charge "convince me of your work and i might just find myself agreeing to it..." he then listens patiently to the tale of colette the nimble fingered, although with less interest than previously "those claims sound far too outlandish to carry even a grain of truth" finn pushes himself off the wall and stems his hands on his hips "and i cannot say that this colette sounds worthy of my time, i am, however, an appreciator of beauty... so if these garments are as marvelous as you say, id be curious if you were able to acquire one, next time we happen upon one another" he muses and gives ozan A Look..... a look of lowered eyelids "it may be abrupt, but dont you tire of loitering here? i certainly do... and i believe we both would enjoy each others company much more in a similar fashion as to earlier... and my room happens to be vacant as of right now..." finn twirls a strand of his hair and smiles sheepishly "unless youd prefer it to be quick? im not one to shy away from a utility closet if need be..."

Ozan: he smiles "i assure you i charge only the most agreeable prices for my goods and services" he taps his foot on the ground idly "the tales are tall its true, but it makes me all the more curious to sift the fact from fiction. if i snub my nose at every rumour i lose the chance to find something truly unique myself" he stares at finn curiously as he gives him A Look, before he quickly realises hes coming onto him again, interesting. perhaps he wasn't actually coherent enough, but he didnt want to be too unsubtle about it, maybe save his ego a little, ahh what a predicament. he tries to hide how entertained he is by the mans confidence, truly it is as boundless as he said. he smiles into his hand as he raises a brow at finn "ah.. i apologise if i wasn't clear enough earlier, but when i said intimate i meant sex. not that your interest isn't incredible flattering, approaching me before you knew my name, even! but you're a little out of my strike zone" he waves a hand in the air consolingly, still smiling "and beautiful young men don't typically try their hand at me much anyway" Finn: "oh..." finns gaze turns somewhat blank. hes let down, but determined to not make a show of it. his posture relaxes and he sighs. hes no stranger to being rejected, although he firmly believes ozan to be in the wrong for not desiring him, but finn really couldve used the company tonight. another reminder of his hideous vampirism... how miserable "...thats a shame" finn shakes his head and smiles, also determined to overcome this little mishap "truthfully, youre out of my strike zone as well... but i couldnt help but enjoy your attitude very much from when we had lied together... it was enough to have me turn a blind eye to your age, you know!" he gestures like an anime girl again, seemingly back to his good spirits from before "i enjoyed your company regardless of my intentions, ill have you know... and ill still see you for your trinkets tomorrow, yeah?" he doesnt think much of the 'beautiful young men' remark. its what anyone is supposed to think of him anyway. no need to show gratitude for such base compliments. Ozan: he tips his head politely "it is" before lifting it a little again "haha, well well i did say i was flattered, i thank you for your courtesy towards my aged self" he waves his hand a little showily, happy that finn seems to have taken it well enough he relaxes against the wall again "my great personality and silver tongue always getting me into trouble it seems.." he says it jokingly as he takes a last puff from his pipe "ive also enjoyed our chat, and i appreciate you letting me ramble on, some people find it annoying" he gives you a sharp grin as he snickers at himself "and i look forward to your patronage, esteemed customer finnian barvotte" he bows again though this time much more purposefully in a joking manner before rising again "could always try your hand at someone in the dining hall if you're still feeling lonely, i could wingman for you" he gives finn a wink "im sure there're some lonely singles somewhere on here looking to celebrate..." Finn: finn is a little embarassed at ozans offer to wingman for him and hes quick to wave him off "n-no need... i believe ill be quite fine just like this. b-besides, i like obtaining my trophies through my own efforts!" he'd rather not go through the trouble of expending the energy of getting to know a whole new person again tonight, or much worse, gain some sort of reputation among the travelers on this airship, should he get rejected again and again. he'll just be by his lonesome self, maybe sulk in the baths again... maybe the urge to cry will even well up again and he could get that out! yeah! but finn shakes his head as if to shake the thoughts out for as long as he's stuck in ending this conversation gracefully "you should be aware though, mr callin, that i hold high expectations for your service now..." finn bows again, as to part "ill dare hope that silver tongue of yours isnt just for show..." he laughs a little at how silly they sound now and extends his hand towards ozan "may we shake on our eventful meeting?" and he smiles..... Ozan: he laughs at finns sudden bashfulness compared to his earlier advances "ahh~ and here i was willing to help bring some tomfoolery in your evening" he lets it drop though with a smile as finn goes on sensing he might want to escape to his room in solace now. he flicks his hand out not holding his pipe to shake with finn's, giving his hand a firm and friendly shake "lets hope i can deliver for you and the others then, it's been a pleasure meeting you and your little wraith hunting band" Finn: finn gives an equally firm and friendly shake, surprised to find his sexual attraction to ozan has evaporated w the moment of the rejection. he does have nice hands, but thats all they are now. "augh, dont say that... id prefer we never hunt wraiths again" finn scoffs at the idea in general. "its been a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well... and i" he cringes "apologize in advance, actually. the rest of my party, theyre not so eloquent and polite like i am... some of them will most certainly cause you a headache, if not worse, and as much as this knowledge pains me, i am unable to handle them effectively..." he looks somewhat apologetic for real "remember me in your good graces regardless, will you?" Ozan: he as their handshake drop after an appropriate amount of time, pleased how well this seems to have panned out "ahh believe me i've dealt with plenty of colourful characters in my work and travels, im sure they're no more eccentric than the rest" he folds his arms still smiling "i appreciate the forewarning nonetheless, i will do my best to regard you all as individual skilled wraith hunters then, who coincidentally save cities together" he releases the next chuckle as he pops the pipe back between his teeth for a puff "should your party truly shake me you can buy me a drink in commisery" he says this like he doesnt ever expect such a thing will occur Finn: finn seems a little exhausted as the conversation starts to center on the vengaboys, unwillingly occupying his mind with them as well. at the mention of buying ozan a drink he gives a little laugh "not that i wouldnt want to, but id still hope it wouldnt come to that because of them..." with any other men theyd be doing finn a favor actually, but since theres a mutual disinterest in sex now in place, itd be useless with ozan "even so, i wish you a pleasant remainder of the night ozan..." finn smiles and turns to leave... Ozan: he finds himself amused at the overt annoyance on display and packs it away into the back of his mind. as finn turns to leave he gives him a cheery wave that would no doubt make jangling sounds if he'd been wearing his usual accoutrements "and the same to you mr barvotte"

Ozan watches Finn walk off as he stifles a yawn, carefully opening the door to his room again as quietly as he can just in case Vernalis has already fallen asleep. He idly begins reassessing the price points of some of his items in his head as he considers the next days events...

Cimmorro and Keva in the Morning - 13/8 - 16/8

An invisible boulder greets Keva on her chest as she wakes. With a groan, she rubs the crusty sleep from her eyes as she starts to stir, stretching out her limbs after being curled up in her blanket most of the night. All this, only to turn over and bury her face into her pillow with a soft poff. Gods, what time is it? She knocked out pretty quickly after her bath but she still feels like she didn't get a wink. Naturally she tries to continue sleeping, but unfortunately, her hunger wins out over her fatigue, per usual.

The bun she lazily wraps her hair in slouches much like she does as she drags her way to the dining area. it's unusually quiet for late morning, but predictably so after all the ghoul business, and she's grateful for it. She could use a quick and quiet breakfast, no prying eyes to point out her puffy eyes. She grabs a plate and piles on all the food she can, always thinking of what she can save for later, before she settles at a table away from any other relatively early risers. The plate hits the wood first, and then her elbows, and her face finds its ways into her hands as she sighs before digging in.

Cimmorro softly yawns as he walks into the dining hall soon after, relieved and welcoming of the sunlight peeking through the ship's windows after a long night. usually he sleeps quite featherlight, but their activities the night before had left him quite spent, the grogginess still showing somewhat despite sleeping in (only a tad.) He's been awake for earlier than now but the need for food can't be ignored for much longer with his stomach being more demanding than usual.

After how he nearly run himself dry after last night's events, it's only fair, he thinks. It doesn't take long for him to procure a large platter of a wide array of food. Jasper, who also seems groggy herself, lazily drooping on top of his head seems to have taken notice of a lone yet familiar figure sitting by one of the tables. Meanwhile, Cimmorro finds it odd when jasper ignores his query of whether he should take a breakfast salmon for her or the poached shrimp, so he turns to where she's fixated and-- lo and behold.

He quickly decides to take the shrimp, can't go wrong with it if it's jasper after all, and approaches where Keva seems to have found herself a perfect spot to be in her lonesome, which means a perfect spot for him to be a nuisance. behind her, he gives a small tap on one of her shoulders, ready to swing to the opposite side if she decides to turn and look.

Keva: readying her fork, she snaps her head around to see who touched her to find... no one? swinging in the other direction, she finds, of course, cimmorro. her face pinches together at him before her shoulders relax and turn back to her food. "it's too early for this" Cimmorro: "it's late into the 9 of the AMs, perfect time for something like-- goddess, a-are you quite alright?" his snickering coming to a halt after catching a glimpse of her actual state. needless to say she looked like shit. somehow worse than the day after she practically threw herself overboard. he places his food down and leans over to get a better look, and, on instinct, the back of his hand plants on her forehead. "no fever at least." Keva: keva pulls her head away from the contact and weakly attempts to swat him away with a hand. "i'm fine, just tired is all... where is all your energy coming from?" she asks with disgruntled disbelief. he went thru about as much trouble as she had last night, but he has not bit of glitter out of place on him as usual. annoying, she notes as she stuffs a piece of fluffy scrambled eggs into her mouth. so much for her peaceful morning... but at least she gets to see jasper Cimmorro: his lips twist to the side while he waves his swatted hand, faking hurt. "i get it, last night was horrible. but if all of us are gloomy then what good would that do? here," he plucks jasper from his head and puts her in keva's lap, sliding the small bowl of shrimp towards her. "you can have the honors of feeding her," he says decisively while jasper looks up between her and the bowl expectantly. Keva: keva's slumped posture uncurls uncurls to allow jasper onto her lap, and she gives jasper a gentle pet and 'good morning' before she promptly offers her a shrimp. "i take it you slept fine then" Cimmorro: "i slept like a log but my head still feels a bit heavy--- er," he side eyes keva in jest. "unless you were asking jasper then let me just mind my own business," he adds while skittishly going back to his own meal, playing like a third wheel. Jasper:

Keva: she glances up from watching jasper happily eat and there's the barest twitch of amusement in the corner of her lips. "i was" she wasn't "but good to know you're doing okay too" Cimmorro: he gives her a joking sneer while chewing. there's a little bit of silence as both of them focus on their meals, but soon enough his mouth opens for something other than food again. "i actually thought you caught yourself sick, last night with the rain and all. i was just about to make rounds to see if anyone else did too." Keva: keva hmms with her fork hanging out her mouth as she feeds jasper another shrimp. "i'm sturdier than i look" she says after freeing her fork "don't know about anyone else though. half the ship's probably still asleep" even amos is still curled up against her pillow, and he wasn't even involved. "when are we getting off this thing? the sooner, the better" she mumbles the last bit before scooping another mouthful of food in. Cimmorro: "sturdy doesn't mean you're immune," said as a matter of fact. although, if she's not sick then the redness and puffy eyes can only mean one other thing. "anyhow, more time for me to regale you with my presence. we should be landing tonight, and thank the goddess for that. i'm so sick of it here," commenting with a frown as he picks on a fruit cocktail Keva: keva makes a sound of agreement as she eats. "of course the one time i get to ride an airship i lose my body and get stuck in an extremely high stakes game of hide-and-seek" between her chews she blows away a wisp of hair that's loosed itself from her bun. "probably won't even get to relax when we land bc some other insane thing is going to happen to us. again." Cimmorro: he snorts. "well the city... is definitely not a frolic through the meadows, but at least we'll be on land? lesson learned that i am not an up-in-the-air person... at the very least they should put some sort of casino in here to liven things up." Keva: "didn't take you for a gambler. though i guess you do like some risk, considering you're going around poking me." she huffs a bit, and asks after a pause "what's the city like?" she's curious, but anxious at the same time Cimmorro: "that comes with a risk?" he said innocently, but not without a smidge of jest. "you're the least threatening one yet." he taps his fork on his lips as he thinks of how to describe bakaldor. "without ruining the surprise... i'll say it's a very lively one... people like to throw each other around for sport so watch out for any bodies flying towards you. 😇 " Keva: keva squints at him "why... would they do that?" Cimmorro: "it's just the way things are around here. things are often solved through fists. so don't get in anyone's hair!" Keva: "doesn't sound too different from any other big city then" she gives jasper another shrimp. she'd never left shuk kuyu until her life got completely upended, but as different as the two cities she's been to are, some things aren't all that different. suppose that's just what they call 'city living' "is it far from coralwash?" Cimmorro: "yeah but, bakaldor is... well, you'll see for yourself." he thinks he personally would rather not stay in the city for long but if the others want to sightsee then he's not going to be wholly against it. gives him some time to visit the main church after all. "and no, not really, about 1-2 days on foot? depends on how much of in a hurry you are. less on horse, of course." Keva: "must be exciting to be so close to home for a bit, then" Cimmorro: "it is!" he grins. "but if you guys want to look around the city, then go ahead. so long as we don't dally for a whole week you don't need to worry about me. i oughta pick some gifts for my sisters on the way, anyhow." Keva: "you'll have to make it special then, since you've been away for so long" she turns her attention to jasper lightly tickling under her chin and cleaning away any bit of food stuck "i bet you're excited to go home too, huh?" Cimmorro: "bah, just getting them the specialty donuts is enough. i've been mailing gifts to them the past few years and food is always the way through with them still-- and i'm more than enough of a present!" he huffs all smugly with his chest out. jasper meows to his display, as if affirming his statement to which he responds with "yes, thank you, my sweet little pumpkin! you always get it!" he leans back into his chair and turns to keva with a chuckle. "she's been at home more than i've been! i bet she's thinking, 'what? after i went all the way to shorewater! you're just taking me back home?!' or something." jasper makes a face, as far as a tressym could express, that says, 't-that's not what i was thinking at all!'

Keva: she rolls her eyes in the same moment jasper meows. he really is just fine. keva opens her mouth to question a new detail she picks up on, the face jasper makes catches her off guard for a moment. a small laugh peppers through her words, "wait, she hasn't been with you this whole time? how did she get to you then?" Cimmorro: "what?" he blinks almost clueless. "no, willow brought her over to my request. i left her our temple when i first left. i didn't really think it was wise to bring her when i didn't even know where i was going." Keva: "oh, that's right" keva winces and shakes her head a bit in her lapse of memory. she really should get a nap in later today... "sorry, i forgot you didn't always have a cat riding around in your hood" she says with a little bit of humor, and goes back to jasper "suppose it's actually you that's the star of the show" Cimmorro: "with all that we get up to, i can't really blame you having your memories in a disarray," he says sympathetically with jasper looking up at her and giving her a small comforting mew. at the last comment he goes, "if i'm going to let anyone outshine me, then it's only right that it's jasper. though we oughta have a long talk when we get home if she wants to keep tagging along... the wraiths did scare you a bit didn't they, girl?" cooing at her while she relishes in the scritches that come with. Keva: "they didn't mess with her or anything, did they?" keva is now staring off considering if jasper and amos also swapped bodies last night Cimmorro: "she's fine as a fiddle, apart from the little spook. stayed in the room like a good girl! but how about amos? amos.... amos...?" he looks up as his thoughts trail off for a fleeting moment. "ah, amos-keteer! get it? a musketeer!" he beams as if he's said something brilliant when he's actually just smiling stupidly. Keva: keva gives him a slightly wide-eyed for a long silent moment before saying to jasper nonchalantly “maybe you’re better off at home” like she looks at her like that shrek and donkey they don’t even have dental meme Cimmorro: he fakes a gasp and whines. "c'moooon that was good! i'd like to see you try and do better, hmpf!" Keva: “actually it’s funny how bad it was” she laughs at his reaction as she hands jasper back over to him, shrimp vanquished. “amos is fine. he’s just sleeping, like i should be” speaking of him, she starts to wrap a bit of meat for him in a napkin for when he wakes up. “he doesn’t have anywhere to go but the wild, as far as i’m aware” Cimmorro: "it's alright, i won't tell anyone you're just shy of admitting i'm clever," he retorts as he gingerly takes jasper back into his arms, cuddling her up against his cheek. "me and jaspie know, and that's all that matters."

Keva: keva snorts in disagreement but smiles a bit at the scene before tending to her food again. while she would have chosen to be alone, it actually... wasn't too awful having company. boastful as it was. in truth, she felt rather lonely after the events of last night, and she wished she could talk to orin. and she knows she could, with cimm's help. she half-considered it, but she wouldn't know what to say other than 'hi, how are you.' and she wouldn't want to keep bothering him on his adventure, especially after all her talk of letting go. she heaves a big sigh thru her nose to put her mind out of it and eats another mouthful. she looks back up at cimmorro still cooing over jasper as she chews... might as well get used to this. she leans over a bit and nicks a strawberry off his plate, popping it into her mouth. Cimmorro: cimm was in the middle of singing something about jasper's toe beans when he notices keva attempting to swipe, to which he cries out, "ahh!! that's mine!!" and a hand attempting to swipe the fruit back. this of course was only in vain for he's no match against her cunning swiftness that seems to be a boon given to her by the gods themselves (an exaggeration, yet the difference between his and her reflexes is staggering.) with a comical tear, he glares at her. heartbroken from being robbed of his favorite treat! he was looking forward to dipping it in honey and, and, and! sure it was only one, but what if she keeps taking more... no! no more! he makes a low growl as he moves his plate a few inches away from her reach. "the next one is going to cost you!" Keva: her chewing stops midway at what she takes as a challenge, but it continues momentarily as she puts her hands up as if to say 'alright, alright, no more'... but then she taps on her face near her mouth as if to suggest he's got something on his face. vain as he is, she knows this could open up a chance from another swipe and goes for it without hesitation. Cimmorro: her prediction performing true, he furrows his brows at her as reaches for the spot on his own face but not a second longer when he notices her change in stance once more as she attempts to practically leap for his plate again. in this moment, everything slows and his life about less than thirty minutes ago starts flashing before him in a nostalgic montage: the voice of one of the crewmates telling him it was the last bowl of strawberries they had on the ship and cimm sparkling in glee that he even managed to nab them at all. their foreign strawberries were much different from home but still a delicacy in itself, it's been a nice treat to have and one that he's grateful to have even blessed his mouth. he discovered there's a special tanginess to it that makes honey a perfect partner and was looking forward to trying them with some dark chocolate... but, in the end, here is keva about to take it all away in one fell swoop. how dare she! he can't let this happen... not on his last day on this miserable ship! he's not trained to move his body as quick as a snap, but he knows one thing: he talks... a lot. if there's anything he can contest against keva's unnatural speed, it's his unrelenting will to talk in the speed of blink dogs... blinking. and so, in a split second out of desperation to stop her in her tracks, he mutters a spell and the next thing she knows there's a sudden flash of light between them. Keva: keva makes a surprised noise as the sudden brightness forces her to squeeze her eyes shut, but she's not deterred--her hand had already started on its preplanned route. in her momentary blindness, it's easier to grab the whole bowl of berries rather than just one, but the trip back towards her isn't as smooth. cimmorro was going for the berries too, but his blind dive puts him in the path of the bowl as she swipes and the ceramic punches into his cheek, the speed and force of movement rippling through. a mix of soft thuds, a clattering of tableware, and a yelp of pain. keva gasps bc she knows she's hit something, and when she blinks away the white edges of her vision, she sees the following: a couple of strawberries having leapt overboard onto the table, their food shifted nearly off the table, and a great red splotch flooding where she had gotten him in the face... oops! "oh my gods, i-- i'm so sorry" laughing behind a hand, despite genuinely feeling bad Cimmorro: the aftermath of the events leaves him practically sprawled over the table, hand on the ever growing sore cheek on the right. when he gets up, it's not without a groan and a contorted wince as if he's trying to discern the severity of the pain. aside from the growing redness (that will likely bruise if he doesn't treat it) there isn't much else damage on the outside. on the inside, however, well, that sure doesn't taste like anything he had for breakfast. he's still lightly suckling on the inside of his cheek, tongue clicking for good measure, when keva attempts to apologize, which he then only sticks a finger into his own mouth to actually see the blood himself. "wow," is all he says at the sight of it. his expression is vague, in a way that it's both unfeeling but as well as slightly surprised? he continues to rub his hand on his cheek while he turns to looks at her, his face calculating how to actually feel about it. on one hand, what the fuck. on the other, it was also his fault, he's aware. he was annoyed, needless to say, and it was just a matter of where to direct the frustration to. he eventually moves to straighten himself up and pop that slowly melting ice cube from the orange juice he had into his mouth, letting it sit on the bleeding spot. he left his holy symbol back at his room, this will have to do for now.

Keva: the sight of blood on cimmorro's finger makes hers run cold. "oh... oh gods, i didn't mean--um--" she sets the bowl down haphazardly and grabs a napkin, standing up a bit as if to try to do something, but her hands hover uselessly in the air near his face. the damage was in his mouth, what is she going to do, gag him with the napkin? a sinking feeling starts to come over her as he turns to look at her. it feels even worse that she can't read his expression. gods, she just has to mess things up. can't help herself, can she? she had just started her lessons and was actually getting on pretty well with him up to this point, and now she goes and gets a little too greedy. it was all supposed to be in good fun. she wasn't even going to eat the berries but, ah... "i'm, are you--" stupid question, keva, no he's not okay, he's bleeding. stop stammering, people are staring. her eyes fall to the fresh pink stains in the wood "i'm sorry" keva shrinks back into her seat, guilt and embarrassment bearing down on her shoulders. the berries make their way back into the bowl and back towards him, her gaze not lifting once, and she braces herself to bear his anger. Cimmorro: for the moment, he only sits there in silence, observing her with sideway glances. truthfully, despite the bleeding, the pain itself is nothing that alarming. not to say that keva doesn't pack a punch, because she does. that's the only way the impact could cause a cut on the inside from being grazed by his teeth. but, this is also not the worst he's felt and not the stupidest reason for it if malaya's roughhousing was any testament to that. he's had his own fare share of broken lips and a bruised face from both his sister being too excitable and strangers who decided they want to exploit him through whatever method they pleased. the annoyance he's feeling mainly comes from feeling a bit humiliated, especially now that they've caused a little scene. this is also the reason why he's not making it any worse by getting on keva's case about it, aside from the fact that she looks like she's about ready to be taken behind bars. again, he was in the wrong too for even taking it as far as using magic that also blew up on his own face... okay, maybe he was more humiliated than he initially thought, now more annoyed at himself than her. eventually, after some clicking of the ice against his teeth, he lets out a snort. "welp, i understand the risks now," he jokes, a little dry but doesn't bear any harboring bitterness. Keva: keva's thinking of ways she can excuse herself without stares following her when he finally speaks up. her eyes flick up carefully at him once, twice before saying hesitantly, "...you're not mad?" Cimmorro: "do you want me to be?" he asks curiously, if not a little teasingly. (jez: i cant transcribe it in text but [insert him trying to talk with ice in his mouth comedy]) Keva: she's been chewing her thumbnail since silence joined them at their table, making the upward twitch at the corners of her mouth more visible than usual, but they disappear with her thumb. "well, you're bleeding" she's... surprised he's taking it so well. she expected to at minimum for, how would he say... 'damaging the goods.' he only looks like the second most pampered person in the group. maybe he could take more of a hit (pun not intended) than she thought. he's... probably okay? he must be if he's joking with her instead of huffing and puffing and storming away. she considers this for a quiet moment, wonders if she should push things, then cheekily mumbles, "that's what cheaters get" Cimmorro: "oh, i see." with his teeth, he takes a second to crunch on the small piece of ice left in his mouth, bleeding now miniscule, before he smirks back at her. "so, stealing my berries and using underhanded tactics on me isn't anything? and yes, i am bleeding quite a bit... ahhh, my poor chiseled and handsome cheekbone... oh- i'm in pain!" he continues with the theatrics, loud but only enough to emphasize between the both of them. Keva: she snorts a bit and turns her head away just a bit at his theatrics, but her eyes do still find their way to his face for a moment to double check it's not just an act. "maybe it's your own fault for choosing to eat breakfast with a known thief. most people would call that a poor choice of company" Cimmorro: he peeks up at her after faking a sob on the table and props his elbow to rest his head on a hand all leisurely. despite the stinging on the side of his face, he smiles amused. "hah! you're funny. if i listened to what most people would have to say then i wouldn't have kept this job now, would i?" Keva: something clicks in keva's mind then, as he says that. wee jas is well known near her hometown, but some would say respect and fear aren't too different from each other. the jasidian temple was shrouded in mystery and rumors, enough for her child self to cower behind cover whenever she crossed paths with a member of the clergy, especially in the dark underground tunnels. it only strikes her now that their reputation can only be worse elsewhere. it's a bit at odds, she thinks, with her idea of him as someone who rather enjoys being liked. then again, based on how often he riles up finn, perhaps he doesn't mind being disliked so much. "weirdo" is all she says before pushing her food in front of her properly again to eat again. after a moment, she says, "you're sure you're okay? you're not going to hold this against me later, are you?" Cimmorro: "maybe... maybe not," he teases. "buuuut, if you really feel bad about it you can try to make it up to me~" it's all said playfully, with him batting his eyelashes at her and everything. he doesn't really expect anything, just being a nuisance. Keva: (keva's face is like that v)

Keva: she knows nothing good can come of this. she knoooows it. but... she did just nearly knock a tooth out. on accident!! but blood was spilled nonetheless. what if he makes her wear something stupid. he would, she knows that, too. but she can't have this hang over her either!!!!! the internal struggle plays out in her twitching eyebrows she finally relents. "fine... but it better not be stupid, or i'll make both sides of your face match" Cimmorro: his eyes go wide in surprise. "wow, for real? huh, now i actually have to give it some thought" he leans back on his chair with a rather animated quizzical look, acting lost between all the possibilities. before shifting his back to her, he asks "is 'surprise me' an option?" Keva: keva blinks at him. "how am i supposed to know how to make it up to you for accidentally decking you in the face? i've only done it on purpose before" she starts to pore over her options in her head. she doesn't have anything to give him. he certainly has more money than her. there isn't anything on this ship that he couldn't get for himself... he does seem to like sweets. maybe she could get him something in the city? "i don't know... do you want.. cake or something?" Cimmorro: "oh, curious about me now, are you? yes i do like cake. 🐱 are you going to ask me what kind next? and then my favorite cafe? and then my favorite musician? i'm open to all your questioning" he coos with his face resting on both hands and enjoying the false attention he's made up for himself Keva: she makes that face and silently raises a fist (threateningly but will not actually hit him)

Cimmorro: BSDBJIWSKLM;DPBJP;AIEKLOWJMGBIOLP;/KWJAMBIOP;JLWDGS KEVA WISHING HE JUST ACTUALLY GOT PISSED AND CRIED AND STORMED OFF, hes doing this

Keva: KLGEKJkjkjgjekkljLKJFEGLKGRLKG keva's gonna bet he one to storm off at this rate

Cimmorro: "ahh! but i'm helping you! you said you don't know! so what better way to know but," he winks obnoxiously on purpose "ask?" there's glitter fluttering in the space between them Keva: (insert keva swatting away the anime sparkles for the comedic visual) "i would have if you didn't act like i'd be making a pass at you!" Cimmorro: he barks out a laugh that gets struck with a sudden "AH!" when his sore cheek stings from the strain. he takes a moment to rub it and goes "i'm just messing arooooooouunnnd. but if you're asking for a date to grab cake then why yes, i accept! it's funny, really, cause finnian, he sort of asked me out. and i was planning to use vinny as my scapegoat but he invited him as well?! so now i can run off with you. yippie!" Keva: she interjects (chowder “imm not your boyfriend” voice) “not a date!” in between his words, but the freshly scooped food falls off her fork at the mention of finn. “he asked you out? you sure he’s not trying to lure you away and put you into your grave early?” Cimmorro: he sighs and frowns as he leans on the table with a pout. "yeah, just out of nowhere too. after i pretty much insulted him to the bone-- see that's why i don't really wanna go! i just agreed so he'd get off my case about it, i don't want to know what would fruit if i turned him down either! i can't get a read on the guy!" Keva: keva snorts “maybe he’s secretly into that sort of thing” she gets her bite of food into her mouth before saying “if you’re looking to not piss him off, i feel like choosing me over him wouldn’t be the smartest move. but i’m not one to say no to humiliating a noble” orin said to play nice with him… but suppose she would deniability with this one? she wouldn’t be doing anything in this situation… Cimmorro: "that's what i thought too- but i refuse to think more of it, lest i get hives!" he does a little comical shiver thinking of finn's fetishes. "really, when have i ever not wanted to piss him off? ah. he's so adamant though, i'm sure if i told him we had an outing on the same day, he would say, 'it matters not, we shall reschedule ours at the next convenient time then!'" Keva: “true, he’s clearly not told ‘no’ enough. but maybe he hates the poor enough to think you’ve got horrible taste and give up.” Cimmorro: he shrugs. "it gets him both off our hides, so it's a win for me personally" Keva: keva leans back in her seat, satisfied with their deal. "okay, there's your favor then." her brows furrow again and her expression comically grave. "it's not a date." Cimmorro: "sure, whatever you sa~aaay." he leans back with both hands behind his head, seemingly satisfied for now. "one thing though, finn asked me to take him around my town. so we would have our not-date then. but we can still grab some cake in the city! you could come with me when i get those donuts!" Keva: her expression eases up considerably at the idea and even smiles a bit. trying new foods has been the best part of not having a home anymore "sounds like a plan then" offering one of the remaining scraps of food on her plate to jasper Cimmorro: he seems pleasantly surprised by her agreeing, thought she might've tried to debate how there was only one favor to be granted so why must she join him for donut buying as well? he decides to not tease her about it, for now. when she moves to feed jasper again (who's been loafing on a chair after the tensions have subsided), it reminds him of his berries and plops one into his mouth after dipping it in honey. the delight that flashes on his face only lasts for a second before it twists in pain, the strawberry juice irritating the wound with its sweet, sweet acidity. his hand finding purchase against his cheek again as he turns into ueueue soung of crying (not really crying but same mood) Keva: worry starts to worm back in seeing him wince. "can't you heal it?" Cimmorro: he sighs while rolling the strawberries around the bowl. "i left my pendant back at the room... didn't think i'd need it for breakfast. if vinny's awake i'm sure he'd flip out seeing me like this," he snorts then. "i'll just say a cranky old lady in the dining hit me" Keva: she makes an insincere 'ha ha' face at him "what are you going to say you did to earn it, flirting too much in front of her oatmeal?" Cimmorro: "nahh, she just didn't appreciate my puns. 😌 " he decides to push the bowl away, to eat for later instead, when a thought crosses him. "reminds me, didn't they promise some sort of reward for last night? what do you think it'll be?" Keva: she tries to get something unstuck from her teeth as she thinks "i mean, probably just money, right? or maybe nicer rooms next time, if they even have any. if there's even a next time. what else would they have to offer?" Cimmorro: "money is... ehhh." he shrugs and pouts "was hoping for something more interesting. hm... they should give us free rides for life! they'd be out of business if it weren't for us." Keva: keva sort of laughs "would you even want free rides for life?" Cimmorro: "the experience was terrible for a first. i got swapped here, the food and drinks were great but i got swapped here." he huffs through his nose. "and i'd rather get from one place to another through other means, but i can't deny that riding an airship is convenient in terms of speed. i'd be visiting home every other month if i could afford it." Keva: "hmm... well, if they don't offer it, maybe you could talk their ears off until they agree. you're good at that," she lightly jokes. Cimmorro: "i would but," he runs his head to the side, hand on cheek, acting dejected. "i'm injured... and besides, i bet they'd listen more to the stars of last night," he snickers knowingly.

Keva: keva considers their options then... vinny's a pushover, finn's ego would grow 10 times its size to be asked a favor... their only hope is psalm. she looks back up to cimmorro "he was pretty excited about the airship ride..." Cimmorro: "airship rides for daaaaays. [spongebob imagination rainbow gif] so be sure to bring the idea up to him, eh?" he says with a nudge of an elbow. Keva: "me? how many favors are you going try to get out of me breakfast is over? i don't need airship rides every month" Cimmorro: he kind of just smiles wide in disbelief. "he's your roomie, not mine! also, hey, i'm not the only one benefiting from this. you wanna pay for another ride when you head back to- where was it, talankra? shuk kuyu, no? that's quite a way back from antessa!" Keva: she says matter-of-factly, "nothing to go back to there" she gives the smallest half-shrug, not quite looking at him but not avoiding him either. not sad, but... more contemplative. it only lasts a moment before she's looking to him straight on again. "but if you're so set on it, maybe we can work out another deal" she says wryly Cimmorro: "oh?" he says with a hint of surprise and intrigue. "planning to travel more after, are you? where you heading?" at the last part he just kind of laughs and jokes, "alright, i'll hear what you have to say while i'm feeling gracious. out with it then." Keva: she sighs before admitting, "don't know yet." she hasn't had the time to think about it much lately bc of more pressing matters regarding survival, but the anxiety simmers at the back of her mind at all times. not that he needs to know that, so she tries to play it cool. "i'm hoping i'll have a better idea after all this"--vague gesture--"is done with. as far as our deal... don't know that one either." she smiles wryly "i'll just have to cash that in later whenever i want. i think a lifetime of airship rides is worth at least that" Cimmorro: "ah... keeping me on the edge of my seat-- both times too!" he continues to tease her. the terms of this deal is a tad alarming though. what could she probably ask him to that degree? he feels the need to clarify before it blows up on his face. "cashing on that amount well, i think it's only fair that it only applies only if your boy can get us the rides, no? and obviously, like you, i'm not going to do anything that's too stupid now." Keva: "deal" she holds a hand out for handshake Cimmorro: he gladly takes her hand and gives it a good shake, amused that keva, this time, made a forward deal with him at all. "looking forward to the results later then. speaking of results," he lets her go before dusting off his clothes as if to conclude business. "i know you had a particularly hard night, so you don't need to show me anything but if you have something to show of your writing activities, you know where to find me, hm?" Keva: ah. "i... didn't finish everything yet" when she had gone to bed last night, she planned on finishing when she rose in the morning. of course, she didn't plan on waking up in the middle of a stormy night, fighitng wraiths in someone else's body, and being confronted with her own deep-seated fears and feelings. "can we do tomorrow?" Cimmorro: he leisurely waves a hand understandingly. "if we find the time and, well, the privacy, tomorrow, sure. we are supposed to land tonight, so we're likely to rest up for the bustling morning... i don't imagine you all scampering around the city the entire evening when most of it are closed." Keva: keva rubs her face before resting a cheek in her hand "you never know with this group though, do you?" she starts to collect their finished dishware to be returned to the kitchen "gods, i can't wait to just fucking sleep" Cimmorro: when keva first tries to take his plate, he gently tries to protest he can do it himself. but when she doesn't seem to care and just takes it anyway, he just mouths a thanks with a smile. "hmm, you do have a point. at the very least i can imagine finn roaming around, maybe han too..." after 2 weeks on this ship, he thinks he would also appreciate an evening stroll before tucking in, but figures he may as well get more rest for the days ahead. plenty of time to go around the city the next day. "if anyone gets into trouble well, that's not gonna be on me! i'll be sleeping! my tour is in the morning!" Keva: the way things are going, trouble might just find us first, keva thinks... but probably best to not jinx it. she makes a brief trip to turn in her and cimmorro's dirty dishes before standing back at their table. "already have a plan for where you'll take us and everything?" Cimmorro: "ahh, i haven't been in the city for quite some time so i'll have to get a quick look around to decide. but i do recommend we find us a guide to hire for the rest of the trek to antessa. so perhaps a merc house or two. i also plan to visit the temple in the city myself, but you lot don't really have to follow me there." lest they break something, he thinks. Keva: oh, a guide probably would be helpful for getting around, huh. now that she thinks about it, plenty of tour guides sold their services to visitors in shuk kuyu, being old and confusing. she briefly wonders how this city will compare to the towering mountains of her hometown, then adds, "and cake and donuts" Cimmorro: "yes, cake and donuts," he smiles. "the bakery where i get the donuts is just a few blocks away from the temple, it's part of the reason why my sisters tell me to grab some when i come down here. we could make a stop there before i head to the tower and you can be on your merry way." Keva: “why not after your temple visit? that way you could take the donuts straight back to the inn” Cimmorro: he tilts his head at her. "are you suggesting you come with me to our lady's tower?" Keva: “oh, no. no” she laughs a bit at the suggestion, as if the idea is funny “i could just meet you there if i know what the shop’s called. not hard to ask for directions” Cimmorro: he gives her a sort of incredulous look before he goes, "that works, sure. just thought you'd be too cranky to ask around." a snort "but it is quite easy to ask, yes, too easy even. people can get eager around here." he rubs at his chin in thought.

Keva: she squints at him warily, “what do you mean by that?” Cimmorro: "oh, it's nothing to be alarmed of. it's just like every capitol, people like to make money by showing travelers around. but i'm sure you could find someone who wouldn't charge you a nick for directions to a bakery." Keva: "i'm quite aware, dabbled myself even" she smirks a bit mischievously. a frazzled traveler about to miss a meeting or simply desperate to put their feet up makes up for a lack of people skills. "i'll probably be fine." Cimmorro: "hmmmmm," squinting eyes and acting like he's thinking long and hard. "maybe i should charge you all tomorrow for my services, now that i think about it" Keva: keva lets out a half-scoff, half-laugh "maybe you should, tho i don't think we'd make for good business" Cimmorro: "you lot will likely rather go get lost in the city on your own before you even think of compensating me," he sighs wearily then dramatically puts an arm over his eyes. "never appreciated around here... not for my good looks, or my charming personality, or my sharp wit and sex appeal!" Keva: she rolls her eyes, tho more with humor rather than annoyance, "yes, yes, poor you. tho i think you do plenty appreciating yourself for all of us." she looks to jasper, "don't you think?" Cimmorro: not expecting to be addressed into this, jasper's ears nervously fold back for a split second, conflicted about not wanting to partake in ragging on her papa but at the same time, she thinks keva is not really entirely wrong in her comment. she decides to respond by adjusting the way that she loafs while cimm continues on his melodramatic ranting. "--at this rate, who is going to appeciate me but myself? who?! certainly not you!" ending with a dramatic point of a finger at keva. contrary to all his whining and complaining, it's quite obvious that he's merely playing around, simply just enjoying the fact that he has an audience. "egads!" he goes, putting his entire weight on an elbow propped onto the table while his head hangs in defeat and continues, with his normal voice, "i need to do some appreciating of myself before this bruise leaves a permanent mark on my face, or inside of my mouth rather." keva can tell he's trying to probe where the wound is again with his tongue inside his cheek. Keva: keva nonchalantly pulls her head back when he jabs a finger at her. seeing him mess with his wound, she tuts her tongue steps closer as if to somehow physically stop him “stop doing that, what if you make it worse?” actually, how does someone even treat that sort of thing if they’re not a healer? she’s done her share of accidentally cutting herself on her teeth from falls or fights, but she’s always just toughed it out. “don’t you have things you can treat it with without magic?” Cimmorro: "it's not that severe... aha! it's been a hot second since your first aid lesson, so let me share this with you." [insert obnoxious herlock sholmes pose with the spotlight and everything: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-ZhSG3u-ag] "if the cut isn't too bad, then it will eventually heal on its own. but to deal with the bleeding, you can press it with a clean cloth and/or some ice, like i did earlier. the rest of the treatment just relies on how well you can keep the wound clean. so gargling some salt mixed in some lukewarm water is an easy way to achieve that." he nods with his arms crossed as he explains, then brings a finger up to garner attention. "but! if the wound isn't healing after a couple of days, for example it keeps bleeding, go to a clinic! it could need some stitches. aaand that's your first aid lesson of the day!" he does a little bow in his seat. Keva: with cimmorro's herlock sholmes deduction monologue audio muffled in the background, keva is quietly mumbling "if it's not that severe then stop crying about it" she tunes back in just in time to catch the details. "salt?" she says surprised and doubtful "wouldn't that hurt more?"

Cimmorro: SHE'S SO MEAN!! HE SET UP THE PROP LIGHTS AND MUSIC AND EVERYTHING WITH PRESTIGIDITIGIITITIIITION!!) Keva: HUGJHGRHJEKFJHKHJFEKJHFEKJHFEHEF REALYL PICTURING THIS AS ONE OF THOSE GAG ANIME SEQUENCES SHE'S MUMBLING CLOSE UP TO THE CAMERA

Cimmorro: he casually shrugs. "medicine isn't always comfortable, but something we must do. otherwise, you might get yourself an infection, which would only make it more complicated." Keva: she considers the salt shaker on the table, taking it and covering the openings with her fingers before giving it a leisurely shake and peering at the grains. "could you use salt on... any wound?" she winces at the idea as she says it. Cimmorro: "for most home remedies, yes! salt keeps bacteria away but i wouldn't recommend directly using salt though-- it's not for the faint hearted, my dear kevster, hence the water." he does a little tut-tut motion with his finger. Keva: keva opens her mouth to correct his nickname but sighs in resignation instead. she opens the top and closes an eye to look inside more closely with the other. she had no idea something so commonplace —something she had easy access to (with a little swipe, course)—could be useful in medicine. what else was in her reach all this time but she just didn’t know? there really is a lot to learn… “i guess i should be trying to write this down” Cimmorro: "glad you now see why i recommended i teach you how to" after the comedic display of a lesson, he gives her a genuinely good-natured smile while he rests his chin on a hand, elbow leaning on the table once more. Keva: she look out from behind the salt shaker and smiles a bit back, "well, i can appreciate that much." she puts back the top and slides it across the table back to its place, before joking, "don't know about the other things though." Cimmorro: she sees him roll his eyes humorously. "you'll come to realize that i'm actually quite irresistible. it's only a matter of time." he sits up straighter and, to his surprise, a light yawn comes out of him. perhaps that grogginess is still there after all. "mmm, i should head back and get this sorted out," he points at his cheek. "it's more annoying than painful, like a nag. and you could also use a nap it seems." Keva: keva has to actively resist yawning as he does. "you have no idea" she starts away a few steps before turning and adding "thanks for the chat" and tosses him another strawberry she had snuck when he doesn't looking. Cimmorro: his hands move on instinct to catch it, his surprise turning into something more of a lighthearted 'really?' when he sees the berry. "normally i'd appreciate this, but after what just happened, well... i can't help but feel like this feels like you're-- and you'll get this now-- rubbing salt in the wound." a playful jab accompanied with a warm laugh. "rest up then." he gives her a little wave as jasper also gives her cheerful mewrping. Keva: keva laughs "i thought this was nicer than eating it in front of you" and turns on her heel to return to her room. she quietly slinks back in so as to not wake psalm, even peeking over him a bit to make sure he's still asleep. once she's reassured herself that he's unconscious, she pulls out her notebook to poorly sketch out what she's learned. she doesn't let herself linger very long on how she could try representing this or that for fear psalm would wake any moment, and when she's satisifed, she shoves it away under her mattress again and rolls herself back into bed, feeling a bit lighter than she had before.

Cimmorro and Vinny in the Morning - 8/19

Soon after Cimmorro scuttles off to find himself something does Vinny rouse from his own rest. Groggy from the previous nights events he huffs a tired sigh, nearly falling back asleep. He finally decides to sit up with a low grunt, rubbing at his red faded eyes. He's not surprised to not see Cimmorro around, he tended to wake up a little before him anyway, he's a little glad to have the time to put himself together at least after the hectic nature of the evening before.

He ambles up and out to the washroom to clean up somewhat before returning. He finds himself already ruminating on the wraiths again though, feeling more alert.

Vinny: Upon returning to their room he rummages around for his journal to jot something down and empty his mind a little, seated on his bed. He really ought to be thinking about what they'll be doing when they land instead but the wayward thoughts continue to drift across his mind as he writes. Cimmorro: cimm and japser find their way back to the door of their room soon enough. he gives her a little signal to be quiet, just in case vinny is still asleep, to which she nods obediently before he slowly opens the door enough for both of their heads to curiously peek into the room. at the sight of vinny being up and about, cimm makes the door swing open with a cheerful "oh! good morning sleeping beauty!" followed by a jasper who does a little sprint and hops onto the bed him to rub against his side. Vinny: he nearly startles at cimmorro's entrance, lost in his own thoughts. he quickly glances over, closing the journal and speaking "oh- goodness, good morning" he looks down at jasper first, smiling at her friendliness and rubbing her head with a smile. As she purrs against him he turns cimm proper and continues "did you already-" before he stops, noticing the bruise blossoming on his cheek "w-what on earth, are you alright?" he quickly stands, shuffling over towards him in a hurry "th-there's not a fight going on is there?" he hands flit through the air anxiously, as he brings one to cimmorro's injured cheek. within a couple of seconds a warm kind of healing magic is dispersed across it, stitching up the wound and diminishing the swelling with rapid speed, as if it were never there. Cimmorro: he was about to ask what vinny was writing when the other decided to focus on the mark on his face. right, that was still there. as vinny buzzes over him he says, "ah, you'd never believe what i got into. i--!" he had prepared a hilarious joke to tell him about and everything, it had a good punchline too. pun intended. but before he could even get to the bit, vinny had already planted his palm on his bruise, causing him to flinch and protest, feeling violated of his personal space (hypocrite.) "w-what do you think you're--!" his hand instinctively moves to swat him by his wrist but finds himself stunned at the sensation of healing. his eyes go wide as he stares at the space between them, face flushed from embarrassment. probably the most embarrassed vinny has ever seen him be thus far. "e-e-e-eee..." is all he manages to stutter when the magical warmth subsides which immediately turns into something akin to a pathetic shrill and then--- a 'thwap!' against vinny's wrist. "e-ENOUGH!! get out, out!!!" he frantically pushes vinny out the still open door before he could say anything and promptly shuts it as soon as he's been forced over the threshold. leaning his back on the door, he sort of fumes by himself. how dare he! firstly, the face is off limits! second, the gesture... it wasn't necessary! he could take care of himself! and yet he... he... it takes a a good handful of seconds for cimm to gather his scattered composure, locking eyes with jasper who looks up at him confused. it's all he needed to realize what he's actually done. he facepalms with an audible slap before he hurriedly pulls the door open again, looking down as he timidly go, "y-you... you just startled me!" Vinny: he processes cimmorro's unexpected reaction, thinking he'd inform him of some tomfoolery occurring outside as to the cause of the injury, simply brushing him off or giving a quick thanks for the spell. before he can contemplate his red faced expression too hard, thinking that perhaps he'd misread something, he's quickly ejected with a push and a yelp. he stands out the hallway blinking, stunned as he wobbles afterwards trying to not trip over his own feet. it takes him a moment to even register what happened, he glances both ways down the hallway, hoping no random passengers walking around saw whatever that was. he turns back towards the door... yes it is indeed shut. he stares dumbfounded, he didnt think he could rile such a reaction of of cimmorro, he's not sure what even embarrassed him so much, he's done much the same for him hasn't he? his mind sits silent yet somehow suddenly racing with confusion. when the door clicks open again he stares at cimmorro's timid face, somehow the sight is even more surprising to him. he lifts a hand to awkwardly rub his chin "ah... a-apologies, i-i er, didn't think, or uh, mean to... upset you?" as he continues staring wide eyed a small part of him is laughing at the strange karma of the situation, happy he's not the one exploding from embarrassment for once, but he does his best to ignore it as he slots the thought away in his mind.

Cimmorro: he sees cimm kind of bristle like a cat puffing up with his hands and arms making meaningless yet distraught gestures in the air. "shut-- just, don't apologize you're making it even weirder! just--" he starts pulling him back into the room "get back inside before the others see you!!" Vinny: he holds back an amused smile as he sidles back through the door past him, making a conscious effort to clasp his hands and hold them to himself. once inside he glances back at cimmorro's face while standing next to him as if to check if the magic actually took, though he's pretty sure it did. he coughs into his hand politely as he observes him "you've done pretty similar things to me, y'know? i didn't expect... w-well feeling any better there?" Cimmorro: cimm frowns and stares holes behind vinny's head as he walks past him, the door half-slamming shut behind them with a kick. he doesn't move much from his spot and only continues to give vinny sideways glares from where he stands. vinny's attempt to alleviate the earlier remark by focusing on his concern on his now-healed injury only makes him seethe more. "your true colors are finally showing, huh" Vinny: he finally lets out a laugh at the statement, that was the last thing he was expecting, it was almost absurd, all seriousness lost "y-you dont have to sound so angry!" he fights a wobbly smile held behind his fist "i was pretty concerned, i've used that spell on you before y'know. do you not like people doting over you?" he tilts his head still smiling as if genuinely curious Cimmorro: "you did! but that wasn't on my face!!!" he yells out defensively, pointedly ignoring the doting comment while vinny's laughter only making his embarrassment worse. at the end of his flittering fit, he harrumphs and stomps over to his own bed and sits down angry pingu style, not making any eye contact with vinny. "here i was excited to be the bearer of good news...!! perhaps i shan't share afterall!!" Vinny: still chuckling a little under his breath at the fit cimmorro's having, vinny walks over to where hes sat on his bed smiling down at him "but thats where you were hurt? you rather i reached in poked your gums?" he pats cimm good naturedly on the bicep as if he were burying the hatchet before turning back to walk to his own bed, sitting back down while speaking "and y-you can share! im just glad you're not here to tell me we need to go pull someone out from under a broken bar table" he lets out one last laugh before shuffling for his journal Cimmorro: his brooding quickly turns into shock at vinny's alternative idea. "t-that's where your mind went...? goddess, i didn't think you could be so dirty..." he looks at him with a hand over his mouth, acting scandalized. "i didn't know i was rooming with a pervert this whole time...!" he exclaims in jest and his arms move to hug himself protectively, leaning to the opposite direction where vinny is at. with his theatrics coming back once more, his earlier demeanor seems to have recovered. Vinny: he looks back at cimmorro, pointing at his own mouth "well, it looked like you'd got a tooth knocked out or something..!" he stares and snorts after rolling his eyes and smirking "well you can pick someone else if you're so scared of me now, who knows when next i'll strike... maybe kindly helping you with a splinter... the thought is chilling..." he shakes his head a little from side to side "these dreaded hands of mine..." he mumbles jokingly as he skims through the books pages Cimmorro: he hears cimm click his tongue, unimpressed. "you can't fool me anymore, you with your innocent facade... you've set me up! and-- oi," he reaches forward to tip the journal downward. "look at me when i'm talking to you! what are you so busy with anyway?" he asks with the tilt of his head, looking at the journal in his hands.

Vinny: he's about to retort to the set up comment a little confused before cimmorro tips the journal forward, he blinks and quickly closes it shut, removing cimm's hand "i-i was writing before you came in, nothing so important as to go snooping!" he glances back up at cimmorro's face "and you still haven't told me that good news..." he tilts his head as well mirroring cimmorro expectantly with an awkward smile Cimmorro: cimm's hand awkwardly hangs in the air as vinny reels back. "if that's the case, why are you hiding it then?" he asks straightforwardly, staring at him with an incredulous look. "you seemed perfectly fine with showing me your lesson plan before." Vinny: he blinks and hangs his head a little with a sigh at the shut down "because i-it's not lesson plans, just a personal journal. i use it to sort out my thoughts, honestly its more dreary than anything, not something i go around reading to people" he looks sidelong awkwardly, not enjoying being drilled about it Cimmorro: "ehhh, so like a diary? why didn't you just say so." he waves it off. he can respect that much privacy at least. "you write about how i've been ragging on you?" he asks jokingly then a little more seriously, "or last nights events perhaps?" Vinny: he makes a somewhat relieved face at him backing down and sets the book aside further away "yes well, i didn't expect you to be that curious..." he shakes his head at the joke smiling a little thinly "is that what were calling it now? but yes more the latter than the former really" Cimmorro: "what would you call it then?" tell me, will........... at the confirmation of his actual question he gives vinny a look of regard. "i had a feeling you weren't doing so hot after all that." Vinny: he leans forward settling his elbows on his knees and gesturing with one hand still smiling "friendly ribbing? or you trying to embarrass me, maybe?" he hums in thought more seriously after "yes... well it was a rough night on most of us, im sure" he glances aside idly thinking to himself Cimmorro: cimm sorta mirrors his posture, but with his hands cupping his own face instead while he nods, unclear which it is he is agreeing to. perhaps he agrees with both. he decides to focus on the topic of last night. "and you were sobbing. i was quite busy myself but i could tell when we headed back inside." Vinny: he looks over a little surprised before looking aside again, scratching his nose a little self consciously "w-well... it reminded me of some things. not that it wasn't enough of a sad affair on its own really..." he looks back at cimmorro now "when i woke up my eyes were still feeling a little raw actually" he smiles ruefully Cimmorro: "yes it is quite puffy, still. reminded me of someone i bumped into this morning but that's besides the case--i'm sure finn's visit grounded you." he laughs quietly, taking a brief pause to joke before continuing. "i simply thought it moved you. i didn't think there was a personal root to it."

Vinny: "hah, well like i said rough night for most so that's not too surprising... i think seeing finn transform shocked me enough that i passed out within minutes once he'd left, perhaps i should thank him for that..?" he settles his chin in his hand looking towards the window "ah... well im just sensitive to children i suppose, more than i'd realised" he drums his other hand idly on his other knee Cimmorro: "that wasn't the first time you've seen him do that, no? i could've sworn you've seen him during that tussle with the body jopper (genuine typo i decided to keep bc its funny) at figstup. but in any case, he seems to have latched onto you like a pup. i'm sure he'd relish your attention." he chuckles behind a hand. "as for children, well, isn't it a good thing to be? being sensitive to them, that is. a compassionate nature." Vinny: he tilts his head "ill be honest i had a hard time seeing anything in the dark and the flames and er, plants... evil scarecrows..." his face gets more strained as he goes on, before continuing "i really don't know what i did to make him think so highly of me, but i suppose its better than the alternative? lets hope..." he makes a face at cimmorro after as if conflicted about the last comment "its not that its a bad thing, really... is that meant to be a compliment?" Cimmorro: "right, there was a lot going on. and who can say? whenever i think i can anticipate his next move, it turns out completely wrong." he kind of laughs a bit at the last comment. "yes? i was simply saying you're kind. but if that's not really something you take as a compliment then i'm curious as to why" Vinny: "not something you really want to hear about someone who's in charge of you in a way..." he thinks seriously about that before shaking his head awkwardly "n-no, not that part, i do my best to treat people well, i appreciate it. really." he smiles again before leaning forwards, scratching his head as if a little frustrated "im just thinking about alot of things again i haven't thought about in years and they're not all that great, the store was good at keeping me distracted until now i suppose" he lets out a puff of air Cimmorro: cimm only sighs tiredly in response, choosing to just listen to anything else but the topic of finn and his shady uncle's demands right now. he lets vinny begin to vent out his frustrations and listens with a nod or two. "in a bustling city, no less. i'm sure that'd keep anyone busy," he comments. he leans back a bit as a show of giving space. "contrary to popular belief, i'm not the type to pry. i'm curious, not nosy. but, if you want someone to lend an ear, well... i do have all day," he openly offers, then a small shrug and adds, "might be more productive than disfiguring that diary. unless... you don't trust me?" his eyes turn to look at him all wet and soggy, but it is clear he's playing around. "after all we've been through...? we bathed together...!" Vinny: he nods, his head still leaned on his hand "it was the good part of being there, even in spite of the uh, cult business" he glances over at cimmorro again and laughs under his breath "i trust you well enough, and its nothing so grand... i'm just homesick, really. we ought to discuss cheerier things in the morning, i'll forget about it again in time" a fleeting emotion flickers across his face before its gone again, he sits up proper before continuing on "...bathed together and a tap on the cheek still had you as red as a tomato if i recall?" Cimmorro: he vaguely hums when vinny shows avoidance. half of him wants to give him a little push, while the other half reminding him of the recent drunk episode that he still feels a little bad about, so he decides to give him time. perhaps he'll speak to him one of these days about it, hopefully without another unpleasant event to spur it on. when vinny tries for another jab, cimm looks like he was about to get annoyed for a split second before his eyes glint in mischief. "you talk as if you wouldn't react the same," he smirks while one of his hands reaches out, making his fingers pitter-patter up the other's neck. itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout.... Vinny: his amused smile warps into surprise as soon as cimm leans forward and starts tapping him, he very nearly jumps. in a show of restraint, his face only reddens the faintest amount as he glances the other way, pushing cimm's hand off while avoiding eye contact. he coughs to clear his throat "if it were in the name of h-healing and not embarrassing me im sure i could act mature about it" he glances back "you're really proving my earlier point, i imagine i cant be that amusing..." Cimmorro: "but you are," he says bluntly. his cocky smile doesn't really seem to wane, still. "i wouldn't be giving you, what did you call it? friendly ribbing if you didn't amuse me the slightest," the honesty is almost a little ominous. "and from the looks of it, well, you seem to me enjoying yourself the same way too, barking back more often now. " Vinny: he blinks a little wide eyed as his face flushes darker "now, w-what does that even mean?" he rubs his eyes beneath the glasses as he turns his head away, cimm's bluntness shaking him a little. he sighs through his nose as he stands up, messing with his hair a little anxiously "alright p-point proven, i wont doubt the source of your thrills again, may i go get myself some breakfast now and escape further harassment?" he asks it sarcastically, still looking away he stares at the door Cimmorro: cimm sticks his tongue out while leisurely waving a hand like a king shooing off his jester. "go on then, you know where to find me if you find yourself aching for my presence once more. shoo, shoo~" Vinny: vinny glances back towards cimm once he changes his tone, putting his hands on his hips he stares for a few seconds with an inscrutable expression like he's fighting back the urge to do something before he sighs and turns around, walking towards the door he mumbles under his breath "im not bringing you back more strawberries..." he makes a quick exit and turns the corner, soon enough he's out of sight. as he walks to the dining hall he rubs his cheeks to bid them to die down again, he really needs to stop reacting the way he does sometimes, get it together and remember what you're doing here in the first place... his thoughts trail off distracted from what they were on earlier in the morning Cimmorro: just before the door completely shuts, cimm's laughter and shout manages to ring through it enough for vinny to hear. "THERE AREN'T ANY LEFT ANYWAY!!" with all the room to himself (and jasper) he plops down on the soft cushion of his bed with a huff, glaring at the ceiling for a moment or two lost in thought. one of his hands idly pat on the side of his face that was once injured, face twisting and turning into a conflicted expression, consoling his own cheek, "you've went through many battles this morning..." when he hears jasper meow beside him, he stops and turns to look at her with a smile and goes "you're right. we should start packing up for later." the two busy themselves with their chores for the rest of the morning

#recaps #woot

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Ambessa’s cure for having a bad day? Fucking your brain’s out until the only thing you can remember is her name. Afterward, she’ll spoil you with a nice hot bath where she’ll probably lure another orgasm from you.

However, I think she likes how tiny and fragile you feel in her embrace so there will be lots of hugs to cheer you up.

Omgomgomg anon you are so right.

God imagine crying and her immediately wrapping you up in her big arms, kissing you until your panting to breath. Lots of cooing whispers of "I know baby I know, I'm right here." She doesn't want you to shed a single tear that isn't becuase of her. She loves to see you cry...but only when it's because she's turned you into a mess. Only when you're sobbing over her strap ruining you, yk?

And like, shes so determined to absolutely wreck you that night. Much more than usual. Most times she takes her time, and it's never rushed–Ambessa doesn't rush. But seeing you cry? She hates it. She wants to destroy all those memories, make you forget you even got up that day. Hell, when she's done with you, you'll be lucky if you even remember how to walk.

The frustration on her face as she fucks you... repeatedly asking you questions and speaking until you simply can't answer her again? Till you're nothing but whining sounds pleading with her to let you go before she really does break you? Dying dying dead!!!!

Can imagine the aftercare is so sweet. You're fucking drained lmao, and she is so in love seeing how marked up your body is. Def pleasures you more then too, seeing you covered in pretty reds and pinks roles her up like nothing else. Ehehe I imagine she likes having you sit in her lap in the bathes, watching you squirm under her touch;;;

#God God #yes tho the size #i think shes just like abby but like #abby will. forcefully push you against the wall and verbally talk about how fucking weak you are #just degrade tf outta you #i think ambessa just ....cant describe it she just hums like everything you do is so pointless #like its so amusing to her that youd even try to get out of her grasp #i feel like shes just SUCH a top yk like she just exudes that power and #im getting heated sjsbsknwshbsjsns i think u can tell #im just Ambessa's lil doll frfr im in love with her its so bad #thank u for the ask♥️#bibi answers #ambessa x reader

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years

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Summary: an unscheduled flight sends Geralt and Jaskier into a bitchfit... but maybe Jaskiers one is justified.

Warnings: crack fic, just intended for humour, swearing, dragon!reader dragonshifter!reader

A/N: if i was a dragon i would o100% fuck with jaskier. And im not even sorry. I hope you get a little giggle out of this.

"For fuck sake morganna!!" Geralt swore, tumblingnoff of you as you landed heavily on the plateu of a grey slate mountain. Batti gnyour wings a few times clearing some of the sharper rubble from under your feet.

"I could have handle it!" You rolled your eyes at the pissy witcher. Honestly somtimes to 70 year old acted like a fucking child. Huffing and puffing in a hissy fit when you interrupted one of his battles.

You snorted at him, blowingnhhis hair about his face and smirked at him. He squinted and growled before pointing at you. You grinned him and hpgave a low chortle. Laughing at his display.

"Dont you look at me like that! I had everything under control" you grumbled and released a traumatised looking roach from your front talloned foot. You felt a little sorry for the mare as she wobbled away a few steps and then laid down wanting to be acs close to the ground as she could be.

"Geralt, leave her be. She got us out safely thats what matters" yennefer spoke slipping down from your shoulder landing with a light thump before turning helping ciri down.

"Shes scared the shit out of roach! Look shes lying down! They're not meant to do that!" Geralt cursed waving a hand towards the poor horse that looked very queasy.

"Geralt?" Ciri spo,e with a frown looking around the clearing and then toom a few steps back riseing to her tippy toes and scanned your back.

"Roach will be fine, its not the first time shes been air lifted" yennefer offered trying to placate the witchers bitch fit.

"Err geralt?" Ciri called againnto her soul father now sou dog a little panicked.

"Its not good for her, or us! Especially when shes not giving us warning! Morgannayou cant just shift and snatch us up like that!" Geralt bickered befor turning to you scolding you. It was quite funny. Geralt trying to chide a freakishly large black iridescent dragon.

"GERALT!" Everyone paused and turned to ciri as she shouted.

"Where jaskier?" Your eyes light up playfully as ciri asked for the bards where abouts.

"What? He right... err he was... fuck me did you forget to grab jaskier?!" You shook your head and smiled sheepishly under the witchers amber gaze before looking away, avoiding his eyes and tighened your lips.

"No? Then where? Oh you didnt" geralt stopped himself and shook his head at you half amused, half annoyed. He was trying so hard not the chuckle at you.

"Didnt what?" Yennefer asked teresly stepping beside geralt eyeing you curiously. She was not worried for the bard. No. She didnt worry abotu him, he was a big boy. She was? Concerned? Ciri loved her uncle jaskier and would be upset if anythig happened to him.

"Open." You grumbled and turned your head away from the stern witcher and whined.

"No, do not start with me. Show me" gerlat insisted clasping onto one of your smaller protuding horns and gave a tiny shake. Your head didnt even move, but hais point was clear.

"Open your mouth now" it was at this point yennefer and ciri shared a look before bursting out laughing. Geralt managed to curb his amusment and continued to order you to 'spit it out' li,e a pup that had caught a farm chicken, or toddler who had put bugs in its mouth.

"Spit him out. Spit it out now. Drop him. Drop my bard" geralts voice grew

"Im warning you, spjt my bard out now or you will not be be no huntig for an entire week!" That did it. The threat of not shifting and helping geralt hunt for a week was too much of a risk. Ou loved being able to stretch yourwings and prowl the skies before hunting down prey for your new weyr.

Finally you opened your mouth and spat out the bard that youd kept safely and sound pinned to the roof of your mouth with your tongue.

"Ugh thank god! I thought she was going to swallow!" Jasker screeched as he stumbled onto the ground and fell onto all fours.

"The hell is wrong with you! I could have died!" The bard squalling continued as he moved his hands over hi,self trying the get your spit off his pretty puffy clothes. You snorted at him. He was so dramatic.

"You were fine, she doesnt eat gristle. And youd taste like shit" yennerfer smirking as jaskier was cussing and whining.

"Huh? Excuse you! I am prime beef! tender and lean thank you very much!" You scoffed at jaskiers argument before transforming back into your human form and moved to the packs to grab your clothes.

"Ive seen more meat on a chicken leg" yennefers teasing words only made jaskier gasp. Clearly insulted.

"I promise i wouldnt have eaten you jaskier" you said stepping closer to the group relaxing jnto your human form. Running your fingers through your hair and tying it up in a large lose bun.

"See she appriciates how important i am to society. People need me!" You laughed out loud shaking your head at him as he shouted his victory whilst pointing to you.

"No. Its just human meat tastes like salty chicken. I dont like it" you shrugged befpre sitting on the ground dragging on your boots.

You didnt notice the silence that fell over the group as your words sank in. It was only after laceing your boots you looked up to see them all staring at you shocked and a little frightened.

"What?"

"Youve eaten people?" Ciri asked unsure what to think. It wasnt something she had really thought about before. And the way youd been so casual about mentioning it? It was a little creepy.

"Well a few?.... i mean once or twice.... you know curiosity and accidents" you shrugged not really seeing a big deal. Most dragons have eaten humans once or twice. Many had no choice humans tried hunting them as young drakes as a show of strenght and courage, you only had fire, talons and teeth at your disposal. It was quicker to bite.

"How do you eat someone accidentally?" She asked sarcastically

"It... happens. We get attacked young and bite. And then we dont spit it out. Its nature i am a carnivore"

"Im more concered about the curiosity bit? You ate someone out of curiosity?" Jaskier asked the same disbelieving sarcasm dripping from each word.

"Oh what because youve never munched on man meat out of curiosity?" You huffed feeling slightly attacked. But you told yourself they couldnt help it. Your kind was rare now, humans dont understand your nature as they once did.

"Probably not in the way you meant it" ciri snorted laughing trying toease the tension. She could see you were getting upset.

"Cirilla!" Geralt scolded quickly trying not to smile at the teens quick comment. But ciri rolled her eyes at the witcher and defended herself.

"What you were thinking it too"

"She's not wrong" yennefer hummed nodding in agreement.

"Why does everyone insist i've slept with men! Im straight! I like women!" Jaskier complained alittle too quickly to be believed.

"Your dreams would say otherwise" yennefer snipped back with a smirk on her face. You and ciri chuckled.

"My what? Have you been snooping again!?" The bard yelped horrified at the idea of yennefer peaking into his dreams again. He quickly stood up to face the mage.

"No, you talk in your sleep" you added deciding to get in 0n the fun. Thats all this was, fun. Jaskier was easy to set of. Wind him up and watch him go. It was one of your and yennefers favourite ways to pass the time.

You watched as they all seemed to relax and shh away from the subject. You were relieved , for a second there a small part of you had been worried theh would turn on you. But even so you wanted to reassure them all.

"Trust me id never eat any of you.... and if i did jaskier would be safe." You admitted before smirking and pokeingmmore fun at jaskier.

"Whats that supposed to mean?!" You rolled your eys and waved over his damp form. The once puffy sleeves no drooping acros his shoulders showing hos slim frame.

"Well? Your slim pickings.... Honestly? Geralt would be my first choice. Lots of muscle. Then yennefer, ciri and roach. Youd be my last option... i'd need to be really desperate" you summarised with a shrug.

"You'd eat a fucking horse before me?!" Of course thats what he focused on.

"I want to know why she'd eat me geralt and yennefer before roach?" Ciri chirpped foldjngnher arms across her chest almost insulted by your menu preferences.

"Have you seen him when someone fucks with his horse? No thanks. Horse isnt the worst meat in the world but i dont want it to be my last meal." You pointed to geralt who had wandered nesxt to roach and gpbegan petting her neck.

"Can we please stop talking about eating roach? She can hear you, you know" geralt sighed from beside the horse before muttering to the ,are under his breath. 'Let the dragon tag along they said, it'll be fun they said. Now look traumatised mare traumatised bard and im now on a snack menu'

#henry cavill #cavillry #oh for fic sake fics #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #crack fic #witcher #geralt imagine

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ticklish-n-stuff · 2 years

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U-Ummm… Maybe Emu and Nene tickling Tsukasa and Rui…? I hope that’s not too much trouble…

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Hello! Tysm for the request, I had fun writing this ^^

Its never trouble for me to write these, so feel free to leave more reqs. if youd like! Theyre quite helpful when idk what to write about

Hope you like it :)

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Emu x Nene x Tsukasa x Rui (interpret as you wish)

Lers: Emu, Nene

Lees: Rui, Tsukasa

Warnings: Tickles!

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Nene could feel her patience running very thin, and it was all thanks to the weirdo wombo combo. Rui and Tsukasa had been bickering all day over the most irrelevant and silliest things and it was driving poor Nene insane.

"Can't you two keep it down over there?!" Said Nene annoyedly. The two boys stopped their argument and looked at her for a moment, before going right back to whatever they were talking about this time. Nene sighed in defeat, those two could be quite a pain at times. Desperate times call for desperate measures, Nene thought, but she was going to need some help.

She got up from her seat and went over to where Emu was. Nene explained the situation and whispered her plan to the pink girl. Emu quickly agreed, eager to cause some mischief.

Emu then got up and charged straight towards Tsukasa, tackling him onto the bed as she yelled out 'Wondahoi!'.

"ACK-! Emu, what are you dohoHOING?!" Tsukasa couldn't help the surprised cackle that escaped him as he felt a funny feeling along his ribcage. He tried to squirm away but Emu had him pinned, and the tickling certainly wasn't helping. "Ehemu stahap thahahat!".

"Wow! Tsukasa is soo ticklish! Tickle tickle tickle~!" Emu teased as Tsukasa squealed and cackled underneath her, trying to swat her hands away from his tickle spots.

Rui couldn't help but feel amused at the scene happening next to him. But he didn't notice the pair of hands that sneaked behind him and tazed his sides.

"GyaHA-!" He quickly turned around only to be confronted by Nene, who looked like she was out for blood (in this case laughter).

"Don't think you're getting out of this" Said Nene as she descended her hands onto the purple guy's hips, squeezing and scribbling at the ticklish hipbone.

"AAAAH! WAHAHAIT! NEHEHENE! IM SAHAHARREEE!" Rui jumped like 10 feet in the air and fell back onto the bed, laughing his pretty head off.

"I bet you are now, I hope you learned your lesson" Nene kept on tormenting the tickle spot as Rui curled up into a ball and held onto her wrists weakly. On the other side, Emu decided to experiment on Tsukasa's tummy.

"Hey Tsukasa, is your tummy ticklish?" Asked the pink haired girl intrigued as she poked it repeatedly.

"AHAHA! EEP-! Y-YEHES IT'S VEHEHERY TICKLISH! NOW STAHAHAP!" Tsukasa threw his head back in laughter as she kept on poking that dreaded spot. His cheeks were super red from this embarrassing yet fun situation.

"Ohhhhh, what about here?? Pokey poke poke~" Emu teased as she started poking the troupe leader's sides up and down.

"EHEHEHE! I-IHIT TICKLES! STAHAHAHAP!" Tsukasa pointed out the obvious as he covered his flustered face with his hands. Emu kept on with her poke attack on his tummy and sides, enjoying all the fun noises the blonde was producing at each poke.

Going back to the purple guy, Nene was currently tickling all over his sides and tummy, causing Rui to cackle like a madman.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! N-NEHENE PLEHEHEASE!" Rui was such a blushy and giggly mess. The tickling caused him to lose all his strenght so he just layed there and took it like a champ.

"Please what? Please tickle you more??" Nene chuckled as Rui shook his head and squealed at the tease. She then proceeded to jam her fingers into his armpits, tormenting the sensitive skin.

"GYAHH!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Poor Rui couldn't even talk anymore from how much it tickled, only sweet, uncontrollable laughter would pour out his lips. He just clamped his arms down and rolled around hoping to get away not really, but of course Nene wouldn't allow that.

Going back to Tsukasa, Emu had gotten the bright idea of lifting up his shirt and tickling his bare tummy, sending the blonde into hysterics.

"GAHAHAHAHAHA! N-NO MOHOHORE!" Tsukasa's laugh had gotten pretty wheezy, it was quite funny to witness. But Nene could tell that he was reaching his limits, Rui falling not so far behind.

"Hey Emu, I think this is a good place to stop" Nene halted her fingers that were tormenting Rui's armpits, causing said boy to lay limp and quickly catch his breath as stray giggles came out of him.

"Aww...but he's so much fun to tickle~!" Emu said enthusiastically as she teasingly circled her finger around his navel. Poor Tsukasa squealed and tried sucking in his overly ticklish tummy. "You can torture him some more later, for now they both need a break".

"Okay!" Emu finally stopped her tickle attack as she got off Tsukasa. The troupe leader was still giggling like a madman at the ghost tickles. "Thahat was mehehean...!".

"Sorry if I took it too far..." Tsukasa could feel his heart shatter at the sight of Emu's saddened expression. "Well...it wasn't THAT bad".

"Does that mean I can tickle you again?!" Emu quickly went back to her overly energetic self. "Ugh...fine, but later, okay??".

"Yayyyy!" Emu cheered as she tackled him into a hug. "AHH! Y-you really need to stop doing that...".

"Now...I trust that the two of you will behave yourselves??" Nene asked, seeming like a scolding parent. Rui and Tsukasa quickly nodded their heads. Even if they had the guts to defy her, they were both completely drained out from the tickles, opting to doze off for now. Who knows what other shennanigans they'll annoy Nene with later on...

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Wrote this late at night so sorry for any errors xc

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Just go with it part 2

Musical beetlejuice x reader

You have to meet juno and pretend you and bj are getting married

Nsft sorta, mentions of activity

Part 1

"Babes"

....

"Sugar"

...

"Y/n"

...?

"Y/n wake up, come on babes"

...!

"Beej?" You mumble rubbing your eyes "what's wrong?" You say in a whisper.

He doesnt respond, you turn on the lamp by your bed and check your phone clock

5:42am

You sigh, looking back at the demon, now being able to see him clearly, you freeze upon seeing that the demon was now completely purple, his hair, his beard, his tie, all deep purple.

"What's wrong?" You ask again, more fear in you voice then intended

"Okay y/n" he starts, using your name rather then a pet name was never a good sign "so you remember a few nights ago when that suit came by to see if I was lying about our relationship?"

"He's back?!" You sit up, more awake "wait... wasnt the repercussion to that not that bad? Just some extra work for you?"

Beetlejuice rubs his neck "yeah, thing about that, it's not him... my mother is here, to talk to you personally..." he trails off refusing to look at you

"Your mother...." you repeat feeling your stomach drop

"Yeah..."

"What's gonna happen if she finds us out?" You ask in a whisper

"...who knows with her" the demon spits before looking away.

The two of you remain in silence over the shit beetlejuice has gotten you into it.

Beetlejuice huffs out his nose as his focus goes back to you.

"So y/n, I mean honey~" the demon pulls you up from your bed and into a side hug "ready to meet mommy dearest?" Beetlejuice tried to smile, make light of the situation, but his hair betrayed him, remaining a deep purple, even though he tried his best to plaster a grin across his face for your sake.

You didnt know much about Beetlejuice's mother, other then she didnt exactly win mother of the year, beej only opened up about her a handful of times, long story short, you knew this was gonna be a rough experience for both of you, but mostly Beej.

Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders, pulling the same ring he gave you to fool the suit, the same tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, your heart swelled at the sight of the ring.

The ghoul drops on one knee, and gently slides the ring onto your middle finger, pausing to kiss your hand before giving you wink, under different circumstances you would die from such a cheesy romantic gesture, but now was not that time, you did appreciate beetlejuice trying to lighten the mood.

"Alright honey, you remember the drill?"

"Yes"

"That's my future wife, let's not keep the bitch waiting" he smiles linking arms with you

Future wife...

You couldnt help but give the ghoul a soft smile at the thought.

Beetlejuice takes a deep breath, smoothing his hair back, wiping the purple away in favour of his default green.

The demon grabs your hand begins to lead you to your living room, you could barely focus over the sound of your heart pounding, who could blame you, you were about to come face to face with someone Beetlejuice was afraid of.

As the two of you head down the hall , she was finally in sight, you felt your stomach drop, in your recliner sat an old woman, dressed completely in red, she had a permanent scowl across her face, her whole presence give off a bad feeling.

"Lawrence, you took your sweet time fetching your fiance" she barked causing beetlejuice to flinch

"Ya know breathers, they like their sleep-" he forces a laugh, purple slowly creeping back into his hair

"Nonsense, it's nearly 6am, that's more then a reasonable time for breathers to wake and start their pointless routines" she waves off, beetlejuice frowns and leads you to the couch, where the both of you sit.

"Its been awhile huh Ma? Like I was saying earlier, it's nice to see you again and-" beetlejuice was babbling

"Zip it" was all she said and beetlejuice clamped his mouth shut and gazed down staring at his feet. "Lawrence, I didnt come here for pointless pleasantries" her eyes meet yours "y/n l/n I dont know what Lawrence has done to you or promised you, but I can assure you he doesnt care about you, and just wants freedom, further more Lawrence, do you honestly think this breather could love you? This game of yours needs to come to an end, there is alot of paper work tied up in this farce of yours"

You were taken back by her words, she really didn't beat around the bush.

"I dont-" you start, voice trembling

"Ma, y/n loves me and I love them, see~" beetlejuice grabs your hand to show his mother the ring, she eyes the ring for a moment, then goes bad to staring daggers into her son, her scowl never faltering.

"Tacky" she huffs, a simple response like that was enough to shut her son down, beetlejuice pulled away from you, pressing his back firm against the couch, lips pressed shut and hands clamped together in his lap.

"As I was saying, Lawrence is a natural born troublemaker, and youd be smart to back out of this farce before he gains life, knocks you up with a life ruining disappointment, and vanishes from your life" she droned as she lights a cigarette, taking a deep inhale, smoke shooting out from her neck.

You swallow hard.

"I would prefer if you didnt smoke in my house, ma'am"

Juno stares at you for a moment, then shakes her head as she puts out her cigarette on your coffee table.

"Ma'am I really do trust beetlejuice, and I love him, this isnt a farce-" you began, but your words were ignored

"If you want to throw yourself into a mess, I wont stop you, I'm not here to save you, but I have to applaud his efforts on tricking someone LEGAL this time for his little game. Even though this mess of yours is going to keep him out of my way for awhile, it doesn't cover the fact that Lawrence's efforts have caused my office nothing but work. And even if this "love" was real the boy ruins everything thing he touches, cant do anything right, having him around only causes headaches, you'll see soon enough y/n," Juno's hurtful words drone on, as if her son wasnt sitting across the table from her.

"Back to the matter, even if you do choose to marry this fool, I wanted to warn you about the mess your getting yourself into, giving him life would only cause you grief, and I dont want to hear it when you get to the netherworld after a suicide his actions caused"

You grit your teeth at that last remark, you knew juno thought poorly of beetlejuice, but did she honestly thing her son was so awful that youd kill yourself over his actions, you felt like you were going to be sick.

"Lawrence, why is your hair purple?"

You glance over to beetlejuice, who infact was completely purple, the deepest purple you've ever seen him wear.

Beetlejuice bites down on his lip, his hands clenched in fists as they sat on his thighs, he was frozen.

"Bee?" You gently whisper as you slowly place a hand on his, the ghoul flinches at your touch, beetlejuice slowly takes your hand in his and gives it a light squeeze.

"Come on Ma, y/n my be dramatic, and get mad at me from time to time, but they'd never kill themselves over anything dumb I'd do, and hell we already talked it over, we dont want kids" the ghoul leans into you for support.

Juno scowls "to remind you both, I'm not here to stop you two, the only thing I'm here for is to warn this foolish breather, and double check to make sure YOU arent mucking about and blackmailing the living again, there is a lot of paper work involved in this little game of yours, and you still havent delt with the paper work of your failed marriage and death by the hands of that poor child you tricked" her eyes narrow down to beetlejuice, juno pauses, then sighs

"Lawrence just come clean, this little game of yours has gone on long enough, even if you didnt blackmail this poor soul into marrying you, do you honestly think they love you? You dont actually think this breather wants you around do you?"

"That's not true, I do-"

You werent able to finish that sentence, with a snap of juno's fingers your mouth is now cover with a strip of duct tape.

"You've honestly fooled yourself into thinking you could be loved didnt you? Pitiful, maybe this breather found you amusing now, but you dont think it's going to last do you?" Her questioning goes on, she was convinced her son was unlovable, you tug away at the duct tape but it refuses to budge, beetlejuice was too focused on his mother's words, to the point where he was starting to believe her, the purple slowly faded from him in favour of white, a color you've never seen on him.

"Lawrence you're little game is over, and you're going to clean up the mess you made, I have a decade's worth of paper work for you to fill out over this farce and every other little issue you caused, I knew from the start this was fake, no living person in their right mind would let you into their life willingly"

A decade's worth of paper work?! Was that so important that she was willing to manipulate her own son into thinking he was worthless?

"Lawrence you are such a screw up, the amount of work your little games keep giving me is coming to an end, you will never be alive, you will never be loved, let alone tolerated, and you are coming back to my office to straighten up ever little issue you have caused, if you think being invisible for a millennia is bad-" she raises her voice with each hateful word.

This duct tape wasnt going to budge, so you went with plan B, you roughly bump into the demon's side to get his attention, beetlejuice looking your way, your eyes grow wide at his expression, he was crying, black gooey tears. The two of you stare at each other what felt like an eternity, Juno's voice no longer reached him, beetlejuice snaps his fingers and the duct tape vanishes from your mouth.

You jump up from you position on the couch "I'm sorry ma'am but bee- Lawrence isnt worthless, and yes, he can be an ass, and insensitive at times, but I love him and I really do want to marry him! And whatever stupid paper work that is tied up in this, can just fuck off..." your voice tweaks as the ghoulish women sitting across from you stands up, eyes dead set on you.

You werent great with confrontation, and beej knew this, but here you were talking back to his mother, you his tiny sweet breather talking back to a literal monster. The white from Beetlejuice's hair quickly left in replacement to pink 'I really do want to marry him!' Those words from your lips could have made his heart start beating , tho that was shortly lived when he saw this mother stand, purple took hold of his form once again.

He couldnt let you fight his mistakes alone, though he found it hot that you could be his knight in shining armor.

No, beetlejuice is quick to jump up and link his arm with yours "see ma, this little breather stole my heart, and hell, we've been planning our little wedding for months" beetlejuice snaps his fingers and in a flash his and yours clothes change. Beetlejuice wore a red tux made with crushed velvet, with a lacy front, his whole outfit screamed tacky, but that was him. Looking down at your self, you stifle a laugh, here you were, 6:30am, dressed in a red puffy lacing monster of a dress, in all honesty this wouldnt be your first choice, but now was not that time. Beetlejuice pulls you close, you could swear he could hear how hard your heart was pounding, could you blame yourself? He looked so handsome all dressed up, even if this was fake.

"My, my Lawrence, doesnt that dress look familiar, isnt that the dress you forced that poor child to wear the last time you played this game?" his mother sneers

"Its called a call back, and y/n loves it" he sneers back you nodded in agreement, beetlejuice continues "we're still working on a venue, trying to find a band, believe me, planning a wedding is exhausting, and oh! dont be surprised if your invite gets lost in the mail ma" the demon gives a shit eating grin, you smile seeing beetlejuice has gained SOME confidence back.

"I have no interest in attending your little wedding Lawrence" she spat "it's clear you're not going to budge, and still refusing to take responsibility for your actions, you always were a slacker, and if that's the case, once you die again you will be returning to my office to deal with the mess you made" her focus turns to you "or I could end this little charade by killing your ticket to life"

Your heart stops at her words, she was a demon, Beetlejuice's grip tightens on you, the silence must have been hurting him as much as it did you.

"But I wont, itd be too much a hassle ending a life before it's time"

You sigh in relief, and beetlejuice loosens his grip.

"This will end poorly for the two of you, and I dont want to hear it" juno walks past the two of you, and with a gesture of her hand the livingroom wall opens up to reveal an office full of the dead.

"Lawrence before you join the living I need to deal with one last errand, so I will see you later, and you" Juno's boney finger points to you "you have no idea what you've signed up for" and with that she was gone, the wall closes up as if nothing happened, the two of you collapse on the floor

"Shes gone" you sigh, you've never been more scared in you entire life then you were talking to Juno

"So you like your future mother in law?" Beej jabs you side

"Oh yeah, a delight" you snort, "how long do you think we have before she notices we havent gotten married?" You tone shifts to a more serious note

"No clue, guess you'll actually need to marry me now" he pulls you into a side hug

"What?" You stammer, beetlejuice laughs at your response

"HA! Just pulling your chain there doll, theres no way in hell she's coming back to check, if I know that Bitch shes going to file away those papers for me, there's no way she'll let them just sit there for who knows how long, and this time next week she'll be harping about something else" beetlejuice stands up and pulls you up with him as he sees you struggling to move in that dress, as you raise to your feet you mumble a thanks.

"You know beej, you really do clean up good, I mean, you look very handsome all dressed up" you smile, now that that two of you were safe, you felt it was the right time to say it.

The purple in the ghoul's hair quickly vanishes at your kind words and is replaced with pink.

"Well you know doll, the tux suits me, but it looks even better on the floor, you'll see on our honeymoon~"

"Is that so?"

"Dont believe me? I'll show ya right now baby~" the ghoul pulls you close pressing his chest against yours, as fun as this little exchange was it came to a halt when you yawned.

"What a way to start a weekend, early and terrified, I think I'm gonna get a few more hours of sleep" you grumbled rubbing your eye "you mind helping me out of this dress?" Beetlejuice goes wide eyed at your question, in a flash his hands were groping for the zipper on your back.

"Naughty minx" he purrs before you swat his hands away

"I ment with magic" you breath out, you may be tired, but your genitals were now wide awake.

Beetlejuice grumbles as he snaps his fingers bringing you back into your pajamas and him in his suit.

"Thank you, I guess this wouldnt be good night, see you in a bit" you shrug as you head to your bedroom to get a few more hours of sleep, you glance back at beetlejuice, who was purple once again, you frown

"Beej do you want to sleep with me? I mean you dont need to sleep, I just thought maybe, you wouldnt want to be alone right now?" After seeing his mother maybe he could use some comfort.

There was a long silence as the demon only stares back at you, you panic

"I'm sorry, that was stupid, I'll just, uh, see you in-" you babble as you spin in your heels eager to get away from this embarrassing situation. Before you could hide away in your bedroom you feel the dicey grip if the demon's hand on your shoulder, and in a deep gravely voice he purrs

"Isn't it normal for a husband and wife to sleep together?~"

you honestly felt a shiver run up your spine.

The ghoul, now only in a pair of boxers has now cuddled up to you his legs intertwined with yours, his arms wrapped around your waist, hand rubbing up and down your back, and head nuzzled into your chest, the demon now pink, purred feeling your hands scratching his scalp, his mother was wrong, you did love him, truly and unconditionally, maybe not now, but soon, he will marry you.

Bonus

It's been days since you met his mother, and it seems like beetlejuice has been back to stop caring about it, but sometimes you see him just staring off into space.

The ghoul had only one thing on his mind, replaying the memory over and over, of you shouting "I REALLY DO WANT TO MARRY HIM!"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

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tastyykpop · 4 years

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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛-Final

Pairings: jaemin x reader

Genre: smut, fluff (mostly at the end but it's short 🤠)

Warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, punishment, overstimulation, edging, face slapping (literally slaps her once), choking (wOw iM sO sHocKeD), hair grabbing, degradation, jaemins gets angrier throughout the story, fingering, finger sucking, praising, unprotected sex, soft sex, y/ns pretty dumb but I think we knew that by now, once again jaemin calls himself nana because shut up

Tag list: @ahgastayzen @allykookiez @wooyugta @dreamlesswonder86 @taetaeismy @nanaysa @patchi-chi @simplicitysbabe @sweetjaemss @huangvibez @kaitherring @xxjaemchenct

It was obvious how tense and awkward jaemin was the entire time you stayed at his house, which lasted longer than you thought. You stayed for two days, per jaemins request, and you thought what if he's finally angry and decides to break. No, it was the complete and utter opposite. Jaemin was sweet, something you've barely seen when he used to bully or make fun of you before all this happened. He made sure you were okay staying with him another night and took care of you when you weren't hungover.

Did anything special happen though? Nope, just you and jaemin cuddling every so often while binge watching Netflix shows while he sometimes cracked jokes here and there.

It was definitely a sight to see. Even made you wonder if this is what its like to date him.

"Nana," you spoke, jaemin lifting his head off your shoulders to give you his attention, "Get up, we need to go to school."

Jaemin groaned, putting his head down on your pillow like chest and began, "Can't we just skip school?" He whined, "Maybe play a bit too?" Jaemin lifted his chin up, placing it on top of your breasts as he pouted, waiting for you to give into his cuteness.

Wouldn't that be nice- but you weren't going to miss school to mess around with jaemin. No way. You weren't even his girlfriend yet and you were sure his little play thing, seulgi, wouldn't be too happy, shes been calling him since he brought you here.

"No." You grabbed him by his hair and peeled him off your body. Jaemin wasn't very amused by the action.

"Oh i get it." He mumbled, "You want to see jeno, right?"

The question caught you off guard. But jaemin being jealous wasn't unknown to you anymore. He was possessive, that much you knew, and he always found a way to guilt trip you about it.

"I mean, we have been talking a lot more so a lil bit." You smiled, earning an eye roll from jaemin as he got up with nothing else to say and stalked his closet for something to wear. You glanced at your clothes which were actually his. And since you never went back to your apartment to get another outfit, you had to wear what you wore at the party.

Eyes stared into your bare back after you threw off the shirt that covered your body. They lingered, but didn't settle on staying until you slipped the bralette on.

Jaemin was going to comment about it, yet kept his mouth shut because there was no use saying he could give you a t-shirt instead, youd just complain about how it didn't match.

But the skirt was a different story. It was a party skirt, something way too short for school. No wonder jeno liked it. And to be honest, jaemin didn't hate it himself, he'd just rather not have people like jeno staring at you and your thighs. You were his. At least in his head you were.

"Fuck!" You screamed, "My bags at home." Softening your voice, jaemin just about wanted to smack you for scaring the shit out of him. He actually thanked the heavens your bag wasn't here, it gave you a reason to change.

"Let's go to your place quickly before school starts." Jaemin grabbed his things and you nodded, following behind him almost speed walking because of how long his strides were. "And change when we get there too."

You looked down at your fit and hummed, stepping into the car ready for jaemin to go.

"I don't think I can handle trig anymore." You bit your lip at the paper in hand. Jaemin looked down over your shoulder and almost scoffed. It was the homework due today, of course it was also one of the hardest pages the professor had given the class too, making it ten times harder for you to finish.

"If you had come over these past few nights, you wouldn't be so stressed." Jaemin shrugged.

It was like you knew he would say that with the way you rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper up, "Im actually thinking of dropping that class." You stated.

"Dont." He rested a hand on your shoulder, "Come over later and I'll help you." It wasn't even a question, in fact it was him telling you to do something. Its clear jaemins had enough of you ignoring him and hes also fed up with your complaining. Even wondered why you held out this long.

"But-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer anymore." Jaemin stated sternly as he sighed, stopping in front of your classroom and put his hands in his pocket. "Stop trying to ignore me," he leaned forward, just inches away from your face, "its not working."

"Just because you think its not working doesn't mean its not working...." You tilted your head to the side questioning your own words, "Anyway, you're jealous." Crossing your arms and leaning against the wall, your ego fed off of jaemins glaring eyes.

"Bullshit," jaemin tsked, "why would I be jealous?"

You smirked despite knowing you were playing a dangerous game with him. And jaemins good at playing games, he's done it to you for years.

You took a step forward, ultimately getting closer to his still leaned over figure and said, "You kept staring at jeno and I at the cafe and you had an attitude the entire time. Its obvious you know." Slithering a hand up his cheek, you pinched his smooth skin, "Nanas jealous."

It was an understatement to say jaemin didn't feel shivers go up his spine from your low voice. For once jaemin didn't have anything to come up with. Nothing crossed his mind to tell you that what you saw of him wasn't him being jealous, but that would be the dumbest of lies.

"Quiet for once? That's a first." You snickered at the small shade of red on his cheeks. It was either anger or him actually getting flustered. Either way you still claimed victory for keeping him surprisingly quiet.

Jaemin pulled your hand away from his face and opened his mouth, "Admit that you're purposely doing it then. There's no way you and jeno are magically good friends now. You hate him just as much as you hated me."

"Im not purposely making you jealous," you lied, "And I never hated jeno, just strongly disliked him for being friends with you."

The older almost laughed in your face from how stupid your lie was. "If you want my attention, say it." He smirked, proceeding to push you against the wall behind you without a second thought making you uncross your arms, "Its not hard y/n."

His hands trailed down to your waist, intensly watching your face as you looked around him, afraid that what he'd do will go too far and some students will see a not so innocent sight.

"Youre full of yourself." You inhaled sharply as he leaned forward ever so closely, just barely brushing his lips over yours.

"And you'll be full of nana soon." Jaemin almost closed the space between you with his lips, but someone stopped him.

"Jaemin!!!" Seulgi came running up to jaemin in her cute high heeled shoes. Her hair bouncing perfectly against her back as she pulled him away from you and into a hug, not before she planted a kiss to his lips as if you weren't standing right there, "I haven't seen you in so long, babe. You didn't call." She pouted with more puppy eyes than normal.

You missed the way jaemin growled at her, almost throwing seulgi off him since you were so focused on them kissing. Never did you think you'd witness it either. Something about it made your stomach churn and you couldnt bare stand there for long before walking away, taking zero notice of the way jaemin called out for you.

"Let's get some coffee before the bell rings." Seulgi pulled jaemin, but his eyes still lingered on the door you entered.

You couldnt stop your mind from racing in class. It was like your mind was playing games on you, telling you that jaemin wasn't in the slightest interested in you and thats why he never answered you, because he was too embarrassed to be seen with someone like you.

But that was only you overthinking.

Obviously jaemin cared for you, he wouldnt have let you stay over his house, tutored you, or be possessive when it came to you. So why did he kiss her back? In front of you too? Was he actually dating her for real?

These questions ran through your head, giving you a mini headache from thinking too hard about it.

It was like you were in high school all over again where everything was dramatic for no reason, well in some aspects you made it this way, but your point still stands.

"Y/n," someone tapped the table repeatedly, bringing you back to reality, "Class is over." jeno looked at you with suspicion but brushed it off thinking you were probably tired.

You glanced around the empty room before looking back at jeno, "Oh...yeah."

"Well uh," he scratched the back of his head, "You should probably get to your next class."

That's the last thing you wanted to do. Jaemin would be there and so was one of seulgis minions that always kept an eye out for anything he did. As annoying as it was, you weren't surprised anymore.

"Im gonna skip."

Jeno grimaced as you stood up and grabbed your things, walking towards the rooms exit as he followed close behind, "You? Skip? What the fuck??"

You stopped in your tracks, jeno almost bumbing into you in the process, "Do I need to spell it out for you or something? S-k-"

"No shut up. Its just shocking that your skipping." Jeno half grinned at the way you stared at him stoically.

"What are you getting at?"

The man before you chuckled, "Im saying youre a goody two shoes and you've never done a bad thing in your life."

You can't say he was wrong, but you also have to admit that you have stepped out of your shell recently and maybe for the better.

"Everyone changes some time in their lives." You pointed out, strolling out of the class to nowhere specific. "Better run to class jeno, dont want the teacher calling you put again."

"Yeah yeah." He eye smiled, giving you a quick pat on the back before saying bye and walking to his class.

You couldnt help but smile at him as he moved further and further away. You had to admit, jeno wasn't as bad as you thought. Not anymore anyway. But as jeno soon disappeared around a corner, you sighed and sauntered to the library where you were going to do your work until class ended.

Students were scattered everywhere in the library, some typing away at their laptops or school computers while others had papers and books sprawled out in front of them. Unfortunately for you, you were going to be the ones with almost any school supply in front of them. And with a sigh and slouched shoulders, you sat at an empty desk near the front of the library, taking your homework out as well as some books.

Normally it wouldn't be a problem for you to focus, but it was stressful with so many things laid out for you. Face palming and groaning quietly at your trig paper, you attempted the first problem which honestly didn't seem too bad, but you weren't always so sure of yourself when doing these kinds of things. Mostly because you second guessed yourself making you pick the wrong answer when you were originally right.

"This is so fucking stupid." You threw your head into your hands, giving up on trying since it was useless anyway. You needed jaemin. He was the only reason you started getting some good grades on your work.

"Whats stupid?"

Speak of the devil.

"The trig home- wait why aren't you in class?" You gazed at him before averting your eyes, not trying to let them linger too long.

Jaemin pulled a chair out and sat closely beside you, raising a brow as you inched away from him. "I could ask you the same thing." He tipped the chair back a little, keeping his eyes locked on the side of your stoic face.

"Im doing something if you can't tell." You snapped, instantly regretting the way your voice raised once you noticed jaemin clenching his jaw out the corner of your eye. But you couldnt help it, you were still frustrated, embarrassed, and jealous from earlier.

"Whats wrong?" Jaemin calmed himself, not wanting to blow up at you.

"Nothing." You ignored his eyes that watched you do out the problem. Probably silently telling you that it was all wrong but you weren't trying to pay attention to him.

"Youre doing it again."

"Doing what? I'm just trying to do my work." After writing your answer down, you checked over tbe work before you smiled to yourself. This had to be the right answer.

"Stop playing dumb." he grabbed your chin, "You know what you're doing."

Wiggling out of his grasp was no use, jaemin managed to move his hand to your jaw to keep you still.

You winced at the sudden squeeze, "I dont know what you're talking about."

Jaemin had enough of this bullshit, now grabbing your neck instead. Your eyes wondered the room hoping no one was paying attention, "Im not playing games with you. Why are you ignoring me again?"

"That's a good question." You looked away and though jaemims grip was starting to hurt more each second, you still found a way to show your disinterest.

Jaemin sighed, letting his hand drop and you inhaled deeply without a second thought. "Whats wrong then?"

"I told you its nothing."

"Bullshit." Jaemin took the pencil out of your hand just as you were about to write, your hand flying up to try and take it back but he pulled away.

"You really wanna know then?" You asked sharply to which jaemin nodded, "You kissed seulgi. Happy now?"

Jaemins mouth fell at your confession. Yes he figured that upset you a bit, but he never thought it was enough for you to ignore him.

"I never even went that far with jeno."

"Never went that far, huh?" He snapped back, shaking his head in disbelief as his face once again was steaming with anger. "Need i remind you how you made out with him at the party. Or were you that wasted and cant remember?"

The new found anger overlapped the previous one with more than just anger, but annoyance. There was no way jaemin was telling the truth, you would never kiss jeno.

"No i didnt."

"Dont tell me you didn't, I fucking saw it." His hand found its way on the table creating a loud bam that startled not only you, but a few kids that even lifted their heads to see what caused the noise. "You were the first one to go that far, so blame yourself before you blame me."

Taking a deep breath, you had to calm down before you said something you'd regret. Knowing jaemin too, you already had something waiting for you at his house.

"I believe you." Jaemin was ready to open his mouth but you were quick and responded, "because i remember." The problem with this answer was because it was untruthful. You already dug yourself a whole from the beginning yet you knew what you were getting yourself into. There was something about playing with jaemins anger that made you go wild.

Determined with your lie, you kept the straightest face like it was proof you recalled that night. Jaemin too was focused only on your face, his hand balling into a fist ever so slowly.

"I remember....he was a really good kisser," you whispered, "And you looked so mad." Snickering away at your words, you placed a hand on jaemins lap and watched his expression go from anger to almost frothing at the mouth.

Bingo. He was too far gone to see through you at this point and this is where you smirked to yourself.

"You're unbelievable." He scoffed, rolling his eyes thinking about how fed up he was, "Lets go."

Despite being told what to do, you sat looking between jaemin and your sprawled out homework. "I have things to do."

Jaemin literally shoved all your papers into your bag, not caring how they crumpled in the small space as you complained and swatted at his arm. Of course though, jaemin payed no mind to it, grabbing your hand and bag before dragging you out of the library.

You fought and struggled to get out of his grip. From the start you knew what you were getting into, that's why you did what you did. Now being dragged to his house it dawned on you that it was time to suffer whatever he had in mind.

"When we get to my house," jaemin locked his eyes with yours as he led you to his car, "We'll study trig, and depending on my mood and your attitude after, I might go easy with the punishment later."

"Im not going over to study and then be punished afterwards." Your voice faltered as you saw a familiar someone walking towards you and jaemin.

Jenos eyes lit up sadistically, smiling at you, telling you to smile back for one reason: to set jaemin off.

You did without hesitation, jaemins hold getting tighter and tighter as he glared at his best friend who walked by, holding the proudest grin on his face.

Once at the car, jaemin shoved you inside the passenger seat, slamming the door before he situated himself in the drivers side. Your eyes watched in annoyance yet you were intrigued. Maybe because you haven't had any action with jaemin since about a week ago.

Resting your head against the headrest, you stared outside the window. There wasn't any way you could hold another conversation with the man, it would only drive your hormones insane.

Its been thirty minutes and to say you were paying attention would be the stupidest thing ever. every word that jaemin said went in one ear and out the other. Some part of you was purposely choosing to ignore him, but your attention span was almost non existent in the first place. So listening to jaemin talk about trigonometry was only boring you.

You tapped out, playing with your pencil or doodling on the paper. Each time you weren't paying attention, jaemin would ask you to write down the answer or a land a slap right on your thigh. It stung and made up jump with shock in your eyes as jaemin told you the same thing each time: "pay attention." But did you? God no. It was impossible. With the thought of a punishment too, it made your mind run like it was in a marathon.

"Little girl," jaemins voice once again brought you back to reality, "what did nana just say?" You shrugged your shoulders slightly, keeping your head down like you were shy yet you were far from it, holding a small grin on your innocent face.

"I dont know, nor do I care." You finally looked up. Jaemin was none too happy, letting his chest fall.

Shaking his head, he said once more to listen and pay attention.

Jaemin took your pencil so he could write out the problem for you, deciding to be nice even though you weren't returning it. You watched the way his pretty hands flexed with every number or letter he wrote. The subtle veins showing every so often too made you almost drool at the sight. Oh what you would do to have him wrap his hands around your neck again.

"Solve it." Jaemin threw the pencil down in front of you, resting his head in his hand to watch you. But you didn't move, not even a simple budge.

"No."

"Y/n its not that fucking hard, just solve it."

You glanced at the paper then the pencil that laid on the table before grabbing it and snapping it in half.

"Im not doing it." You faked a smile, ready for jaemin to snap just like the pencil.

"You need to pass this class, y/n. Stop messing around and pay attention."

You shot up from your seat, "I. Dont. Care. I'm going home."

It wasn't long before he suddenly stood up too, grabbing you by the hair and threw you on his bed, "Okay you wanna act up?" He hovered over you, pinning your arms down on the soft bed as he straddled your lower half. "I dont get why you continue to act like a brat when you know you're going to be punished. Unless you want it?" Jaemins face was merely inches in front of yours not until you blew into his face and smirked when he flinched and pulled away.

"Ever wonder why I act this way? Your easy to push, I can get in your head and make you get mad so I get exactly what I want." You snickered, "Not to mention its to make you suffer for not answering my question." A hand was placed on his covered chest, rubbing small circles on the fabric of the shirt.

Suddenly, jaemin laughed. Though, it wasn't a joyful one. It was more sadistic and filled with amusement, "How is it making me suffer if you're the one about to be punished?"

"Cuz i still get what I want in the end."

"My dick or my attention?"

"Both."

Jaemnn chuckled dryly, quickly sitting back and tearing your clothes off without a second thought.

You were ready to protest about your clothes until jaemin took matters in his own hands and shoved his fingers nearly down your throat to shut you up.

"Im tired of your voice." He spat, "All you talk is shit."

Whimpering around his fingers, you tried anything in your power to try and pry them out. He never moved back, sticking his fingers deeper and deeper until he heard you gag and whine the best you could. Your throat felt so tight and it was getting harder to breathe. Jaemin didn't care, deciding to just fuck your mouth with his fingers as he started pulling your pants and panties down, lifting his hips up so he can take them off all the way.

"It would be so much nicer if you weren't a brat you know." Jaemin began, easily shoving two fingers inside your dripping cunt, "Nana could've stuffed you full of his cock, made love to you, and made you happy. Instead," his fingers that were buried in your heat, curled and pushed in a certain way that made your eyes roll, "You wanted to be a little bitch."

You drew out a long hum, the pleasure felt so good after pushing jaemin for so long. All his anger was going to this one punishment and you should've felt scared, but you weren't. You were excited and loved every bit of it.

The way he fingered you was almost too surreal. It made your body crumple against his will and he wasn't even fucking you yet.

It was getting harder to breathe being filled by his two fingers. Just barely becoming too overwhelming so you tapped his hand to signal you needed to breathe. Jaemin took his hand out, watching your face to make sure you were okay as you gasped for air.

"Are y-you try-trying to kill me or s-something?" You moaned at one particular hard thrust that made your breath hitch.

"Oh shut up, I know you liked it. Probably imagined my cock down your throat." He bit his lip, taking in the thought of what you would look like on your knees for him before shaking it off.

"I-i was n-not."

Jaemin smirked devishly, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out more, but you kept clenching around him. Your hand grabbed his wrists in a death grip, moans fell from your open mouth and jaemin ate that all up. Loving how your body shook, knowing you were so close.

Right when you felt your orgasm coming, jaemin ripped his fingers out of you, essentially letting your juices flow out. But you didn't cum, no you were just that wet.

Your hips lifted up like you would get friction but there was nothing to get friction from, you looked dumb and pathetic.

"Not fair..." you mumbled, frowning at the annoying smirk on jaemins face.

"Punishments aren't supposed to be fair," he said a matter of factly, pushing your hips back down on your bed as he grazed his fingers over your wetness before pushing back in again.

This time setting a ruthless pace, taking in your fucked out expression.

"Jaemin- please im s-so close." Fidgeting and clawing at his wrists, the orgasm built back up. It got closer, closer, closer. Right there, it was right there, but jaemin took it away from you again.

"God, I love this way more than I should. Breaking a brat is so much fun." His fingers dripped with your arousal. He stared at the strand connecting his fingers. It was so much and so lewd, it should've been embarrassing to you yet it made him want more from you. "How many times should nana edge his pretty girl? Maybe-"

"Fuck you." You cried, ready to take this into your own hands and finish yourself off.

Jaemins hand made a perfect necklace on your neck, tightening his grip on the sides so you felt all his anger, "Thats the last thing I would say if I were you."

"W-what are y-you gonna do? Spank me?" Thinking he actually would if you said that, you were slapped across the face, eyes not staring at jaemin anymore but the wall next to the bed.

"Dont test me anymore, your already in for it." He growled into your ear. Leaving his hand wrapped around your neck, he slipped back inside, this time fucking his fingers into you at an antagonizing slow pace.

You wanted to scream and push him away for being a tease, but you reminded yourself that this is what you wanted, this was what you'll get. You had no idea how long this pain will continue though. All you could think about was cumming. In fact, that was the only thing on your mind as he fingered your tight pussy. The pain of not being able to orgasm was so unbearable, it just about made your eyes tear up. Were you that desperate that you'd cry over it?

"I wanna...c-cum so bad..."

The man above you stared at you in disbelief. He basically just started and you were already a mess.

"You really want to cum that badly?" You nodded hastily, tears at the brink of falling, you couldnt hold it in anymore, "Then apologize for all the shit you put us through. Starting with you ignoring me, fake dating jeno, and purposely pissing me off for the hell of it." Jaemin said with his whole chest. Being able to say it out loud reminded him of everything. From the time you started this crap, to now.

"I-im sorry- I'm so f-fucking sorry, jaemin." You forced yourself to look into his eyes, his angry red eyes that tore into your soul to find any lie, yet you had none. You meant what you said with full honesty, "Please nana, l-let me cum."

Jaemin simply gave you a nod and thats when you let everything out. You came all over his fingers but jaemin didn't stop nor slow down. He kept the same rough pace as before and you could only scream and cry from the sensitivity.

Then jaemin started rubbing and pinching your sensitive clit before giving your cunt a slap that made you jolt and cry out.

"Ahh- w-wait jae-mmm....s-so sensitive."

Jaemin rolled his eyes, "thought you wanted to cum? I'm giving you what you want, babe."

Your legs closed around his fingers though it didn't stop him from curling and fucking them inside. He could just easily push them open yet he found your sensitivity amusing which led you to cum again without warning.

"What a pathetic little fucking brat you are." He gathered the white substance that leaked from your clentching hole and shoved it back in, "Making such a mess of yourself."

Your back arched, even more sensitive than before.

The hand on your neck moved down to your breast, squeezing at your nipples and playing with everything he could get his hand on. Your nipples were so sensitive that that alone could make you cry and moan just from a simple touch.

His fingers brushed against your sweet spot where you screamed his name. Being over sensitive made everything feel more pleasurable and painful. Every small touch on your pussy brought you to a shaking pleasure that you couldnt control. It was becoming too much and too overwhelming.

"Fuck, are you gonna cum again? It hasn't even been five minutes." He watched, eyes filled with amazement as you shook and once again, came on his sheets and fingers.

Your shaking didn't stop though, it was like the kind of shake you get when your cold, though you were far from it. The intensity of this orgasm was just too much where even jaemin had to pull his fingers out and let you breathe for a moment.

"You okay, baby?" He asked quietly, kissing your temple as you nodded your head, "Can you give nana one more then?" Not wanting to stop, you nodded without a thought causing jaemin to smile and lean back.

Jaemin finally got rid of his clothing, crawling back on the bed before giving you a kiss so you wouldn't notice how he slipped his cock inside.

Surprisingly jaemin took his time pushing in, savoring your sweet little moans that drove him crazy. He started and kept a slow pace that made the overwhelming feeling dissolve away. Now you were wrapping your legs around his waist and staring into the soft eyes of jaemins that were just red a second ago.

Every vein against your walls made you feel ecstasy. Jaemin was careful with each thrust and it felt like pure love. They were passionate and he didn't fail to show it.

"Taking nanas cock so well, just like the good girl you are." Jaemin smiled at your beautiful face that contorted into pleasure. Both of your moans filled the room. More cuss words were thrown from you like it was the only thing in your dictionary.

The lewd sounds of your bodys bounced off the walls as jaemin fucked you slow and steady, grabbing your hips gently as he kissed all over your face, neck, and breasts. He sucked on your skin here and there, creating small bruises that looked like a tattoo as you grabbed the back of his head, lifting him up by the hair to bring his face to yours so you could place a kiss to his red lips.

The kiss was sloppy and slow. Neither of you cared though, both focused on your orgasms that kept coming closer.

Jaemins thrusts stuttered and his cock twitched inside you. The hand in jaemins hair pulled and messed up his locks, sure to create a messy sight later on.

" 'm gon-gonna cum." You moaned, lifting your hips up to meet his along the way.

"Cum, princess."

The final orgasm left your body feeling like it was on a cloud while all you saw were stars making jaemin coo at your fucked out face.

Pulling out, jaemin finished on your stomach before letting his body fall next to yours, wrapping an arm around your hips and pulling you into him..

You both panted out of tiredness, neither one bothering to move as you were both spent.

"Did I hurt you, princess? Are you feeling okay?"

You smiled into his chest, "no you didn't hurt me and I feel fine."

"Good." Jaemin smiled, petting your hair before laying his head on top of yours, "Wanna go on a date?"

You swear your heart stopped as your face heated up, "Jaemin, you're doing everything backwards."

"So is that a yes or no?"

"Of course its a yes!"

It was a peaceful restaurant that jaemin brought you to, saying it was supposed to be a place a lot of couples went to which you thought was absolutely sweet of him.

"So...uh." jaemin looked anywhere but your face like he didn't just have sex with you for the second time.

You snickered and sipped the drink in your hand, "Why are you so awkward all of a sudden? Its just me."

"I know it's just- I feel like I can't say what I wanna say because I'm afraid." Jaemin sighed.

"Of what exactly?" You placed the drink down, watching as jaemin fumbled with the menu before he covered his mouth and mumbled something you coulsnt quite grasp, "What did you say?"

"...nothing."

"Jaemin."

His doe eyes stared into yours like it was some sort of contest, wanting you to look away first but you and he did, "Alright fine. I said I'm a bit nervous if I were to ask you out."

Tilting your head to the side, you puffed your cheeks out in confusion, "Why?"

"The last relationship I had, the girl cheated on me. Afterwards she said it was because i wasn't good enough." He frowned, returning his attention back to the menu where you presumed was his hiding place for the time being.

"Well she's a bitch and is missing out on an amazing person." You pushed the menu down, "Is that why you acted that way when you saw jeno and I at the cafe? Did you think I thought you weren't good enough?"

Jaemin nodded slowly, "Kind of. I didn't want to lose someone I loved again."

"Loved? Na jaemin-"

"Dont say it." He groaned.

"You've gotten soft! Does this mean what I think it means?" You quirked a suggestive brow at him causing him to put his head in his hand.

"Yes, ill be your boyfriend." He said in his hand before you took it away and grabbed his face to kiss him. "I- princess when did you become do confident?"

"When did you become so shy?"

"Fair point."

Everything felt right all of a sudden. No more of jaemin being your bully. No more coffee being poured on your head. No more stupid high school drama that wasn't even drama in the first place. It was all right for once. And you couldnt say you could complain. After weeks, you got what you struggled to have before; na jaemin.

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SMOKY | Purgatory Within

Blind! Prince! Mingi x [unstated skin deformity] fem! Reader

words: almost 2k

warnings: abuse trauma, smut, death

au: crown royal au | moodboard

series masterlist: SMOKY

you became more and more concerned for your husband’s behavior as time went on. the young man who had once been so careful and gentle, now stood with a silent rage behind his empty eyes.

however, after you confronted him about his possessive behavior, you watched him break down at your feet.

“p-please... please don’t leave me...” his large frame was once again curled in on himself, shoulders shaking as he kneeled on the floor, hands fisted in your robe. his head was hung low as he begged you at your feet.

“Mingi, what has been going on with you?” you insisted, refusing to touch the man as he tried to bury his face in your lap.

“I can't- I can't let the Duke take you! or your whore of a knight! Please my queen please, take me instead, take everything I have!” the man let out a broken sob as you sighed at his words.

“enough.” you growled, grabbing a hand full of his hair and lifting his head. he yelped in shock, neck exposed to you as his Adams apple bobbed in fear.

“you are to be a king Mingi. you are a grown man, and I am your wife. you are not a little boy to be crying at the feet of his mother.” you pushed the man off your lap and stood. “and you will be a fool of a king if you let such foolish insecurity cloud your judgment!”

Mingi hid his head low, covering his face with his arms.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! p-please don't-” his normally deep voice cracked in terror. you stopped, anger at he man before you evaporated.

“Mingi...mingi I'm not going to hit you.” you spoke softly, gently falling to your knees on the floor. his body shook, arms still held to protect his face. “I hope you know, I would never do that.” your voice was sorrowful as you reached out a hand to his head.

he flinched when you touched his hair, but as you began to run your fingers through it, his muscles slowly relaxed. dropping his arms from his face you could finally see the puffiness around his eyes, the cloudiness of the dark pigment stared blankly back at you.

“...do you promise?” he hiccuped, turning his head to try and find the direction of your voice. you cupped the man’s cheeks, pulling his head to face yours. his eyes fluttered shut as he rested his head in your hands.

“oh my darling boy, who did this to you?”

Mingi found a small kitten in the garden. a runt, tiny thing. you had thought the bundle of orange fur was some nobles lost purse left out in the rain. he named her Daisy, saying her fur smelled of the flowers when she curled up in his big hands.

You rarely saw the man without her, the small kitten often purching on Mingi's large shoulders.

Your husband still held ribbons of his possessive behavior, however he began to distance himself from you. You rarely saw him now other then in passing on when the pair of you went to sleep at night. He also began neglecting pleasing you, but you assumed he was simply not interested as both of you often went to sleep without any contact.

Now you found yourself facing a different delema. You had always been a woman with a high sex drive, its one of the reasons you had chosen Seonghwa as a concort. However your poor knight had been frightened quite badly by yourself and your husband, and you knew he wouldnt return to you unless you seeked him out.

But you had also made Mingi a promis. One that was getting increasingly hard for you to keep.

"My lady, is everything alright? You seem lost in thought... If there is any responsibilities weighing heavy on you i am more then happy to help however i can!" the young Duke's voice was as sweet as ever.

You sighed, looking over to Yeosang, a man you had been trying not to look at for to long. His hair lay in soft curls around his face, lightened by the many years spent outside in the sunlight. Likewise his skin was warm in hue, tanner then the rest of your court.

You had heard some of the other ladies snickering about him. Yeosang surely didnt live up to some of the standards for desired beauty the royals had. A strange thought flashed in your mind. Is that why Mingi was chosen to be your husband over Yeosang? Mingi's frame was large, an incredibly masculine figure just looking at him, with dark hair and skin untouched by the sun.

Little Yeosang however, had small and dainty hands, with long thin fingers, his features were softer then Mingi's, even his skin looked soft to the touch. And the many years spent as a playmate for his sisters left him with an unthreatening demeanor.

Indeed it wasnt hard for you to imagine him, flowers in his hair, sat on a blanket in the valley, perhaps painting or writing for his own amusement. You shoved away such thoughts as you saw a line of concern crease in his brow.

"My lady..."

"I am sorry Yeosang. Truthfully ive been feeling a bit... Forgotten about in these last weeks. And its left me feeling distracted." you answered him.

"Forgotten... Ah, by your husband?" perceptive as always. You sighed, gase dropping to your tea once more, before nodding.

"Have you tried speaking to him? He has a shy nature, im sure-"

"Hes trying to help." you held up a hand to stop him. "He did not trust me, and hes trying to offer me space to show he does." you clarified.

"... I see." Yeosang chewed on his lip in thought. His lips were a pretty blush color, not as round as Mingi's but plump, they looked soft... Very soft.

You cursed yourself in your own head. His fingers, his lips, youd be lying to deny they hadnt crossed your mind when you bathed. Your hands wandering your own body, head leaned back and eyes closed. Imagining it was Yeosang's long fingers in place of your own as you gasped in pleasure.

You shooed away the maid who came to offer you more tea, informing her it wouldnt be needed. Lust was a vice that would only cause you harm as Mingi's wife. And yet, something stirred in your gut.

"Yeosang, will you come walk with me?" the Duke nodded quickly, standing to his feet to follow you deeping into the gardens.

Your husband would be furious. And yet, such a worry seemed to melt away as you let yourself become lost in his touch.

"My lady please, you must be quiet. Or else we shall scandalize some poor stable boy." Yeosang's voice purred in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck after speaking.

You bite your tongue as Yeosang let another finger slip inside you. You were right, his fingers were deliciously long, able to reach places within you your own faltered. His hand snaked up your skirts and inside your undergarments, the heel of his hand pressed against your clit, his wrist not forgetting such an important part as he rubbed it gently.

You could almost see stars as he began sucking on your neck, a third finger sliding within you.

"... I promised you, anything you ever needed, i will provide. If its council, wisdom, or even such sinful favors... I am at your service. Always." Yeosang's voice was honey on your skin. You pulled one of your hands up from where they were fisted in his jacket, tugging gently on his hair. He pulled away from your neck, eyes now staring into your own. A look of pride took his features, seeing the state of pleasure you were in at his hands.

Tugging his hair again, you let a small whine fall from your lips. He chuckled, increasing the pace of his hand, and before a moan could fall from your lips, he covered them with his own.

That night, cheeks finally faded with the glow of what yourself and the Duke had snuck away to do, you crossed paths with a guard.

“your highness! just who I was looking for~” dread pooled in your gut as you saw Hongjoong, cheerful grin on display, with a small kitten in his arms. Daisy shook like a leaf, eyes slit to spite the darkness of the hallway.

you opened your arms and Hongjoong placed the small cat in your hands. Daisy immediately pressed herself as far from Hongjoong as she could, a small hiss let out in his direction.

“how rude. if it wasn't for me she would have been stuck at the top of a lamp. ungrateful feline.” he huffed. you began to gently stroke the cat’s fur, in hopes of calming her down.

“an animal as small as this knows when it is in the jaws of a predator.” you stated. Hongjoong smiled, and your stomach dropped. humans are so stupid. Hongjoong is known as a cheerful and smiley person, but yet the cloud that follows him hides the nature of his grin. a wolf does not offer you a smile, he bares his teeth as a warning.

“and yet your little prince is so blissfully unaware of what he is toying with~” Hongjoong giggled. you simply blinked back at the creature before you. “you know, your fondness for that Duke will upset him. but if you wanted a straightforward solution-”

“I am not a fool like the other idiot humans that reside here.” you growled.

“oh no, absolutely not. but, witch, neither am i.” you narrow your eyes at him.

“I could have you hung for accusing the future queen of witchcraft.” you threatened. Hongjoong lay his head back and let out a hearty laugh.

“that would be a sight! do you really want to see what happened if you try and kill me?” Hongjoong stops himself before he begins laughing again. “actually I believe I know that answer. regardless, my offer still stands. just as our deal already does.”

“deal?” you feel panic rise in your throat.

“why yes, the silent one of course.” Hongjoong grins that same one that appears in your nightmares. the one that pulls his cheeks up and shows just a few to many teeth.

“you don't tell them what I am, and in exchange, I do the same.”

you awoke the next morning, without Mingi. his side of the bed was cold, and even Daisy had gone missing. you thought little of it as you rose to begin your day, however, you were not greeted by one of your handmaidens, but rather, a guard.

“your majesty, I come bearing news.” he swallowed nervously.

“oh? at this hour?” you inquired. you were then greeted by a sorrowful meow, Daisy crawling between the guards legs and hiding under your nightgown.

“your husband, Prince Mingi, was found dead in a poll of his own blood last night.”

who killed the king?

suspects : Yeosang | Seonghwa | Hongjoong

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fandom-obessesive · 4 years

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Shifting pt 1

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A/n: Hey guys, sorry for my absence, i just got a new job and trying to wrap my head around the fact the I’m apparently bipolar lol which explains a lot but anyways, I hope you enjoy part one, and have a wonder day. Also Once again I’m sorry for how long this took.

Paul lahote x reader

Word count: 659

Warning: swearing

Request: Can I make a request? A Paul X female reader where he was kinda mean to her and picked on her before he shifted but now that he has he imprinted on her and he has to convince her to give him a chance? I’m just a sucker for an enemies to lovers story and I really like your writing and just binge read your posts lol

(I appreciate your support and I’m sorry I didn’t answer but I hope you enjoy part 1❤️ @amandak27 )

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Alright let's get one thing clear, you were nowhere close to being a teacher's pet or a star student, definitely not an annoying know it all that got hundreds on every assignment and project, colleges wouldnt be breaking down your door asking you to go there when the time came to choose, but your grades were alright and if you knew an answer to a question, you didn't really have a problem saying it. Simple as that right? Nope. Apparently knowing anything at all in class gave a certain hot headed jerk named Paul Lahote the grounds to label you as a nerd.

Honestly you didn't know what his problem with you was, ever since the start of freshman year he's felt the need to taunt and tease you anyway he could. Stepping on the back of your shoes, snide comments during class or in the halls, knocking into you whenever possible, and dont even get me started on gym class. Any class you didn't have with him was a safe haven. At some point you started carrying extra clothes with you because of cafeteria “accidents”.

You even tried learning his schedule so you could try to avoid him, ofcouse word got around though and the next thing you know, he was bullying you for ‘liking’ and ‘stalking’ him. You could admit that he was attractive, but because his personality mimics that of a pile of horse shit that's been set on fire, it would have been over your dead body.

Now having said that, lately he's been acting really strange, not only has he been harassing you less but he's stuck to just blowing up on anyone that got in his way or looked at him wrong. Not that you werent elated that your days at school are a bit easier to get through, but considering he's kept this act up for almost three years, the fact that it's been toned down by almost 75% had you a bit more than suspicious.

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“Pleeeeaaasseeee (Y/N) come eat lunch with me in the cafe with Ash, Paul’s quit his bullshit, he's not gonna do anything, and besides youve had the same spare clothes with you for a week! Just test it out, see how it goes!” Your friend Melody begged trying to pull you to the cafe.

“No, I dont trust it,” you pulled her to you and pointed at her “this is a trap, he's planning something, I can feel it.” rolling her eyes she pushed your finger out of her face and smiled.

“Welp I guess we'll see cause here he comes.” She said looking behind you. Panic flooded your body, so you took Melodys arm and raced through the crowd of kids in the way and ran over to where your mutual friend Ash was sitting and ducked behind their chair.

“Hey weirdo, hey melody” they said, not looking up from their phone while pulling up a chair for you. Melody chuckled and sat beside your empty chair as you watched Paul walk in, not talking your eyes off of him from your hiding spot behind Ash until he had gotten his launch and sat down.

“Dude, pop a squat, you're fine.” Ash said, turning around to look at you, amusement gleaming in their green eyes.

Hesitantly you sat down between the two of them still watching him ignoring his lunch and playing on his phone instead.

For the first time in a very long time, you had a nice lunch break with your friends, talking about classes, that days gossip, and your after school extra credit tutoring for a someone in your history teachers class.

Before you knew it the bell rang and you happily made you way down to the library to meet the student youd be tutoring for a few months and sat by the table near the door where Mr. Sohn said they would meet you.

Getting all your notes out, you grabbed “Doctor Sleep” By Stephen King and read while you waited for them to show up.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me”

Your head snapped up at the voice, and low and behold, Paul Fucking Lahote stood at the door by the library looking right at you.

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A/n: I think we all saw that ending of part one but i hope you enjoyed regardless, and again, im really sorry about my absence. I hope you have a wonderful day

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diavolosthots · 4 years

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(Spoiler Belphegor) (Angst) Beel is perfect bf material, but I really dislike his twin (bc he killed mc/us in the game). I mean, Mc probably has a trauma for life. Could you maybe make a fic about mc confessing her trauma with Beel? While they’ve been dating for two weeks. Mc didn’t want to make Beel choose, but she can’t act like nothing happened. Mc will understand if this’ll break them up. This fic will sadly probably end bad.

I mean two weeks isnt enough time to solidify any relationship in my opinion so this may very well end bad

Warning: angst

Me or your brother ( BEELZEBUB X GN!READER )

You hated him. You hated seeing him after everything that happened. After he manipulated and literally killed you, using you to his own advantage and for his own amusement. You were dragged into things that you were never even part of to begin with, against your will might you add, and none of this is sitting right with you. Most people would understand. They would tell you to keep your distance and stay as far away as possible, or even better, get authorities involved so you were at the very least safe.

But you couldnt do that. Human law... Human morals didn't apply in the Devildom. It was all under Diavolo and although he would easily be on your side, it wouldn't be because you, specifically, suffered; it would be because Belphegor tried to sabotage his plan. It all came back to the bigger picture, never stopping at you who happened to be a tiny piece in the puzzle. But seeing him every day, acting as if nothing ever happened, trying to be friendly with you after he took your life... It was exhausting. Infuriating. And it made you suffer a lot more than necessary.

You didn't have anyone to talk to. You'd think that you could lean on your new boyfriend, and maybe you could, if you hadn't picked his literal twin. The one person that your killer hangs out with literally 24/7. The one person that sleeps in the same room as someone who even for one second thought it would be okay to wipe out all of humanity. It was tough. You debated for a long time if you should even tell Beel, especially this early on, but ultimately if not now then later and by the time later comes around, you might already be too deep in the situation and too far in love to deal with the heartache of his answer, because he would choose Belphegor.

"Beel..." Still, you needed to get it off your chest, at the very least. And part of you still hoped that he would at least... Try to stay. To distance himself just enough for it all to be separate. "Hm?" You were seated in his lap, his arms securely around his waist while you were watching a movie in the living room. "I... Need to tell you something." He frowned. He could hear in your voice that this wasn't going to be good; that this was going to be a hard conversation, and he slowly loosened his arms around you so you could turn to look at him. Truthfully, your eyes tried to avoid his at all cost, scared of the answer. Or any kind of reaction.

"I... Its Belphegor." His brows furrowed, "did he do something again?" You slowly shook your head, unsure on how to approach this, "n-no... Not anything bad again... But what he did... I cant forgive him for it. The fact that he's acting so friendly now, pretending to want to be around me and slither his way back into my life as if nothing happened before... It irks me. It doesn't sit right with me. It angers me." Somewhere between your words, your gaze had drifted downward where your hands were placed on your leg, watching them now silently. Beel was still looking at you, you could feel it, and he too was thinking of things to say.

"He's trying..." He finally settled on saying. "He knows now that what he did is wrong and he's trying. If he's too pushy in his advances and you need more time, i could always talk to hi--!" "No!" You interrupted him, angry that he did somehow try to justify this; that he somehow tried to make it better. "No. He killed me, Beelzebub. He manipulated me and choked the life out of me once he got what he wanted. Without remorse. He doesnt feel bad about what he did, I can tell. He still looks at me with those... Those... Demonic eyes. The ones that are out for blood!"

He leaned back, looking at you with cold eyes, "what do you want me to do?" You knew exactly what you needed him to do, but you couldnt bring yourself to say the words. Not really. But it would kill you again, this time from the inside out, and slower. More painfully. "I can't do that." Of course he knew youd say that. It's so obvious how you always try to avoid him. How you run away or drag beel off when Belphegor is around. "And I can't stand seeing him."

His hands fell from your body, eyes still watching you, "Beel, I.... I want this to work, but I can't... I cant ever forgive him. I'm so angry and hurt and I feel used by him. I dont ever want to see him again." "He's my best friend, (Y/N). We've been through more together than you could ever understand." You frowned, "he killed me." He nodded, "I understand. Youre not the first and you wont be the last. I'm sorry but I can't leave him behind." You stared at him for a while. He didn't understand. Of course not, how could he? He didn't go through it.

"Then I'm sorry but I cant do this." You got up and off of him, slowly walking toward the exist with tears threatening to spill over. Part of you hoped he'd run after you, beg you to try again, but the other part of you knows that it wouldn't have changed things. You still wouldve wanted him to leave Belphegor and you now knew for a fact he wouldn't do that. Things do seem to be too perfect to be true more often than not.

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pacifymebby · 3 years

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Basically // Van x Reader

Sorry the formatting is probably shit I'm no good at these?

Request: Y/n surprises Van after the show

You'd always known it was going to be hard when he left. It always was.

It always has been, even before quarantine on the few occasions he'd left you home alone for tours after you'd first met.

But now, having been living in each others pockets day in day out for over a year, it was even more difficult than before.

You missed him more than you ever had done before, and youd experienced many a heartache evening on your own before now.

They say absense makes the heart grow fonder and you knew that to be true now because you missed even his most annoying habits.

You missed him leaving the toilet seat up, missed him smoking out the bedroom window when it was raining, letting the weather and the cold freeze you both in the middle of the night. Rain blowing in and making puddles on the bedroom floor.

You missed the way hed play down every minor catastrophe, the way when he was around it really didn't matter if you forgot to buy milk or the power went out, or the bus was late and you were ten minutes late for work, getting a bollocking off your boss.

You missed how much it would get under your skin when you came home mithering about that, worrying after your job and your managers opinion of you, and Van would shake his head and laugh it off. Tell you it wasn't so important anyway. Ask you "who gives a fuck what he thinks anyway?" as he lit up a cigarette and offered you the first drag knowing full well that you were trying to quit.

You missed his insomnia, how even when you were shattered and falling asleep, he could talk for England till the early hours. You missed the way he rose early in the mornings and woke you up out of boredom, irritable but shit head grin on his lips as he apologised and pretended it was an accident. Like some teenage boy who could never get enough.

All the things which you'd joked you wouldn't miss the day he'd left, you missed desperately and dearly now. Today of all days in particular because tonight he was only playing one city away. An hours drive away from home, touching distance. And yet still out of reach.

You missed him most when he was closest to home but still not by your side. When the show was Manchester or Birmingham and you couldn't go to watch the boys play for one of a plethora of obstacles which seemed to get in your way more and more these days.

Last time you'd had to miss every show on their tour because of work and this time you'd promised yourself you'd get to go to at least one, but when you'd tried to clear the night off with your manager they'd told you point blank, no.

It was impossible apparently, to get you the time off because they were having that night off. When you'd found out why they were having the night off you'd been livid, gone home full of hatred for your boss, only to have Van snigger at your foul language as he pulled you into a hug.

"Cmon love, it's not so bad," hed grinned, "can you really blame them?" he asked grinning a little wider when you began fighting back against his hug, scowling because he wasn't giving you the sympathy you wanted and he wasn't getting pissed off either.

"Van she won't let me have the night off to go and see you when you're away because she's going to fucking see you! She's being a bitch!"

"I know I know," he chuckled backing away from you, falling down onto the sofa hands raised in a surrender before shrugging his shoulders, a certain smugness making its way onto his expression. "All am saying love... All I'm saying is can you really blame her? You get to have me all the time, she's only gettin me for an hour an a half," he grinned.

"But it's not fair," you simpered, arms folded across your chest, eyes watering only to your boyfriends amusement.

"Hey cmon baby don't give me that look, you'll get to see me a different night... Its not so b..."

"Van!" you'd stomped your foot, exaggerating your upset but struggling not to smile when you saw his, when you saw the way his eyes trailed over your body and his grin twitched.

And so that night youd given in and let him get away with winding you up, the way you always did. The way you wished he was doing tonight, back stage in Manchester his pregig adrenaline of nerves and excitement driving you mad as he found new ways to do your head.

Just the thought of him bouncing around the room, cracking too many jokes, getting loud and lary and silly with his mates left you grinning away fondly despite your depression as you wiped the bar down.

That was the pisser, the upmost of salts to rub into the wound.

It was a Monday night, the quietest night of the week. So quiet that only you were shifted to work that evening. You couldn't help but think it had all been part of some cruel trick your manager was playing on you, trying to spite you out of jealousy probably.

It wouldn't have been the first time and Van was always joking that that was the case. That your manager might have been rich, with a swanky car and a swanky house, but she didn't have him and she couldn't, so she hated you. He used to make out like he was Prince charming and you cinderella. That your manager was basically just one of the ugly sisters.

But tonight even those stupid jokes he made weren't enough to quell how you despised her.

Your heart was heavy and you knew that it would only get worse from here.

As you watched the TV playing quietly in the corner you half read the headlines and half drifted into a daydream, trying not to dwell on the fact that the lads would have finished soundcheck and be heading out for dinner before the show.

That after tonight theyed get on the bus and be driven miles away, to a city too far for you to reach them, and then they'd keep going, further and further for another month before they came home.

You'd always known it would be hard when he left, always known you were going to struggle to adjust without him by your side at every waking moment, but living it now you were certain it was harder than you could ever have imagined or prepared yourself for.

You were going to miss him more and more every day and it was going to hurt you more and more every time he went away.

"Are you uh still serving?" the voice which dragged you from your daydream sounded familiar for a fleeting second. For a second it sounded like Benji. Obviously you dismissed that thought immediately because Benji was just as far away from you as Van, he'd be at the venue, finishing up soundcheck, probably whinging about how hungry he was, how he couldn't work on an empty stomach...

It couldn't be Ben and yet, when you looked up, ran a hand through your hair, looking to the stranger with tired eyes, you found that it wasn't a stranger at all.

It was Benji, flashing you the kind of light up smile you'd needed to see more than you'd realised when you were stood behind that sticky bar.

"Blakes..." you started, eyes wide, a little sleepy, a little despairing, bewildered an understatement as his grin lingered and your confusion grew.

"Yeah lass?" he grinned, his grin silly to you in that moment. Completely ridiculous actually, more ridiculous by the second. Him being there, stood in front of you, leaning on the bar, completely ridiculous.

"Uh... What the fuck?" you said, pulling a face at him as if to emphasise your point.

"oh charmin y/n," he chuckled, offering no explanation to you, leaving you watching him and waiting in disbelief. The silence stretching out as it took you a moment to realise he was waiting for you to ask him again.

"Ben what the fuck are you doing here?" you asked a little more seriously now, realising that he was bloody miles away from the venue he was due to play at in a matter of hours. Realising that there were no logical reasons for his presence in your bar, that either something terrible had happened - and if it had then why the fuck was he smiling - or he'd had a breakdown and forgotten he was the bassist in catfish and the bottlemen who were due to play a headline show in a matter of hours, in a venue bloody miles away.

He read your expression, the horror and the shock and he let out a laugh, highly entertained by the tension in your eyes when you reminded him he was due on stage in a different city in a matter of hours.

"I know that lass am not daft," he grinned shaking his head, thinking that you were being particularly slow that evening because as far as he was concerned it was obvious why he was there and not in Manchester with the rest of the band.

"Then what the fuck are you doing here Ben? Van will be going spare! Larry will hit the roof if you're late!"

"Relax y/n" he smirked, "everything's under control, this is me were talking about not Bondy..."

"Forgive me for not feeling particularly comforted by that Blakes," you said with a soft smirk, teasing him though your sarcasm was heavy and stern.

"I'm here to pick you up," he said shrugging his shoulders, "and actually lass," he said looking smug and clever then, his smile too cheeky for his own good, "it's you making us late..." he said and when you looked back at him all you could do was sigh because he looked so pleased with himself and you couldn't understand why he'd bothered to come all this way to pick you up, for a gig you couldn't go to.

They all knew you couldn't go, it had been the subject of many a post work drinks down the local before they'd all left.

"Blakes..." you sighed, "you know I can't come... Am meant to be here remember?" you asked gesturing around the empty bar, it's dimly lit corners where tables sat abandoned.

Monday night was always dead.

"No one's here y/n," he shrugged, "its always dead here on a Monday, who's gonna know?" he asked, looking around, copying your gesture around the room, still looking like he thought he was too clever for his own good as he flashed you a smile and leant across the bar.

"cmon y/n," he grinned pinching your cheek, "you know you want to..." he said with a smile before surprising you. "Please love am begging you, come back with us and surprise your boyfriend, hes doing me head in whining about how much he misses you," he said, this new knowledge sparking the temptation you needed as you bit your lip and looked around the empty bar.

"Van doesn't know you're here?" you asked, glancing at Benji. Immediately he could tell you were considering it. You had that mischievous look in your eyes that told him you were contemplating getting up to no good.

And you were.

There was something delightfully tempting about the thought of surprising Van, turning up after he'd gone on stage, watching him from a hiding place in the wings, surprising him as he came off stage.

You knew he'd be stunned and thrilled and high on the adrenaline of the show would probably lose his shit. He'd go spare in the best way possible, and the thought was iresistable.

"Cmon lass... How's your manager gonna know? Little bird told me shes pretty busy tonight?" he leant over the bar trying to tease you, trying to wind you up. Trying to tempt you into giving up and saying yes.

But your mind had been made up the moment the thought of Van, post show sweaty and high on life, pulling you into a hug, sweeping you off your feet and smothering you in love.

That wasn't an opportunity you would ever turn down.

"Am in," you flashed your friend a grin and began locking up.

There was nothing to clean because no pints had been poured. Nothing to replace because the place was empty and dead on its feet.

It was as desperate to be closed up as you were desperate to close it up and leave, and so 10 minutes later you were gone. Sitting beside Benji in his car listening to Catatonia as he drove you back to Manchester ready to sneak you in behind Vans back, keep you hidden until the opportune moment.

You couldn't wait, filled with a nervousness, a fizzing anticipation, bubbling away inside you. You couldn't help but keep smiling to yourself whenever you thought about the shock you would see on your boyfriends face.

But when you arrived just round the corner from the venue your anticipation and excitement began to falter, replaced with a nervousness, an uncertainty.

"He's not gonna find this weird is he?" you asked Ben suddenly, looking to him with a worry in your eyes which made him laugh.

"Excuse me?" he smirked at you, pulling a face like he thought you were daft. Then again you were probably being daft, even you knew that.

"Me just turning up out the blue? Are you sure he's not gonna think I'm nuts..."

But you didn't get to finish your sentence because he was already getting out the car, laughing as he closed the door on you and your ridiculous doubts.

"He's not shut up about you since we picked him up love, yous wanna be worried he doesn't die of shock not whether hes gonna think you're weird," he teased you as you climbed out the car and followed him towards the venue.

"I just don't want him to think I've gone psycho or somet, am not a bunny boiler you know.."

"Fuckin hell y/n," grinned Blakes shaking his head at you as he tossed you a hoodie and told you to put it on. Hood up, sunglasses on and all that.

"Anyone sees you skulking around I'll tell em you're with the support band, think you're all that ey," he said looking at how daft you looked with his big black hoodie and a pair of shades covering your face. Though you weren't convinced Van wouldn't recognise you if he caught a glimpse.

"Let's just make sure no one sees me ey," you said back shrugging him off, taking a cigarette from him and lighting up.

"Reckon we should be able sneak you in round the back, yous can hide in the loos or somet..."

"Seriously?" you raised your brow at him, unimpressed by the suggestion, "the loos?"

"Where else is gonna guarantee Van doesn't see you? Hardly gonna wander into the lasses toilets is he?"

"Can't believe that's all you've got..." you sighed, huffing at him, but drawing a smile on both your lips as you did, knowing full well that you were going to do as he said and wait in a locked toilet cubicle until you heard the opening bars of cocoon or whatever they were starting the sets with these days.

It was whilst you were waiting in said toilet cubicle that you stopped to think about that.

Just how long it had actually been since you'd been able to see the lads play live. Even when you forgot about the pandemic, you hadn't been to see them on their last tour either. Taking it forgranted that you'd get a million chances to watch them play.

It must have been two years at least since you'd been to one of your own boyfriends gigs. Your manager had probably seen them more times than you had in the last few years.

It was difficult not to feel a spark of jealousy and a spark of regret then as you sat there alone in Benjis hoodie, chin resting in your hands listening out for the start of the show.

You could hear them laughing, Vans voice making you jump as they stumbled down the corridor, him and Larry bickering together, kicking at each other, their scuffles echoing.

And the sound of his laughter was enough to lighten your mood once more. Stop you feeling so shameful, leave you feeling restless and excited once again.

You wanted so badly to jump out and surprise him there and then, stroll out the toilets casual like a stranger. Stop them with something half hearted like "scuse me boys can I borrow a lighter?" wait as you held back a cheeky smile watching Van, waiting for him to recognise your voice.

Waiting for his grin to grow before he forgot about present company and swept you off your feet for a hug and a snog like teenagers. The way he had when you were teenagers.

But you knew it would be better if you remained patient. You knew it would be better to wait for them to pass through the corridor, into the wings. You would follow them quietly and lurk in the shadows grinning through every song, your butterflies growing as the hours passed and every chorus took you closer to the moment you got to jump up into his arms.

Have him spin you round smiling and sweaty in the wings.

You stood when you heard their voices fade, they were walking away, heading for the wings.

You studied your reflection in the mirror for a moment. Taking Blakes sunglasses off wishing you'd tried a little harder to make yourself presentable before you'd left the house that evening.

You hadn't dressed for a gig. You'd dressed for an empty bar, your skinny jeans and a tight black body suit, one of Vans old shirts unbuttoned over the top. Your hair had been tied up in a messy bun and as you struggled to pull it out you realised too late that that had been as good as it was going to look. Now you were left with long knotted hair, half down half up. You'd not bothered with make up and your skin was sallow, your eyes pale and lethargic, you looked like you hadn't been sleeping much, you looked like you spent your nights smoking. And that was because when Van was away you did.

You looked tired and washed out, but you knew deep down Van wouldn't care. You knew he loved you any which way you came. He'd just be happy that you were there waiting for him.

And so when you heard those opening bars of Cocoon you let out a little squeal and smiled into the mirror before replacing Benjis sunglasses and hoodie, running for the wings where you would lurk in the shadows watching the gig unnoticed.

Of course Larry noticed you, the minute you turned up at the side of the stage, leaning against the wall trying to blend in.

He saw you and flashed you a grin but when you held your finger up to your lips and shot him a wink he understood. Shot one right back and tapped the side of his nose.

After that you could only look at one person. Van.

From where you were standing you had the second best view.

You could see his side profile, his jaw catching the light. See him rocking his hips as he sauntered up to the mic, throwing himself into the performance with all the energy in the world. His passion leaked from him in moments like those, when he was lost to the music and the music was losing itself among a crowd of thousands. He was stunning and the sound was stunning and you were quite simply in awe. Pride seeping from your smile, your grin growing wider by the song.

By the time the rest of the lads wandered off, by the time the arena had settled down and Van was stood alone behind the mic, just him and an acoustic guitar picking out the first notes of Hourglass, a song he'd written based on a text he'd received from you at 3am.

By the time he was singing those opening lines your smile was glowing.

Benji caught your eye over his shoulder flashing you a quick smile, a subtle thumbs up and though you thought you'd stepped back into the shadows in time to hide from the others Bondy saw you too. His eyes wide, his grin growing as he blew you a kiss and you blew one back. Silly smile on your lips as you realised how much you'd missed not only Van but all of it.

The lads too, the way it felt to celebrate their successes with them. The way it felt to be in their lackadaisical company.

You couldn't help but beam your way through the song, mouthing along the lyrics, glowing inside out as pride and happiness swelled in you.

And when they returned to the stage, when they played the last song, your heart thudded faster and faster in time and then overtaking the beat of the song, which wasn't Tyrants but should have been.

They dragged the solos out, threw in a breakdown you felt Benji and Bonds had thrown in just to torture you, just to drag it out that little bit longer. The time left before you saw him. Before he saw you.

But when the moment came it was sweet and so, so worth the wait.

He'd stumbled off stage last, guitar abandoned lazy and dramatic at the center of the stage. His hair damp with sweat sticking to his face so that when you handed him his towel he didn't see you. Mumbling a cheers waving a thumbs up in the direction of your face.

You smirked, bit back a smile trying to play it off unimpressed.

"Cheers?" you asked flatly, "Cheers?" you asked again, waiting for him to recognise your voice. His ears still ringing from the performance, his face still buried in his towel. "That all I get?" you asked.

And this time when you tugged his towel away from him be heard you, recognised your voice. His hair in his face concealed you from him but his eyes widened all the same and before his hand could reach to push his hair from his eyes your hand was there already, your fingers grazing his warm skin. His hair damp against your hand as you pushed it back and let your fingers carve a fresh parting for him.

His hand moved slowly, his eyes blinking back at you as he reached up to wrap his fingers around your wrist, this look in his eyes like he still wasn't sure.

"Hi," you smiled shyly, a blush beginning to creep up on your cheeks because his smile was slow to form. Still when he saw you looking at him like that, demur beneath your lashes, hesitant to tiptoe and kiss him, he split a grin. Couldn't believe his luck as he closed the gap between you and did exactly as you had predicted he would.

Pulled you in tight, lifting you off your feet so that your legs wrapped around his waist as he span you round, the adrenaline of the show and now of seeing you sending him jumping up with you in his arms holding onto him for dear life as you squealed into his neck.

"Van be careful!" you giggled struggling to be serious or scared when his arms were wrapped around you. When it was his body you were being held against.

"Relax darlin I've got you haven't I," he grinned leaning down to kiss you again, a proper teenage snog this time, forgetting the lads and the crew who were clearing up around you. Him too wrapped up in adoration to notice or care. Not that he'd ever really cared about public displays of affection.

"Van," you mumbled between kisses, smiling with every graze your lips made against his, smiling still as you tried to pull away and wriggle free of his grip, "cmon Van put me down everyone can see us..." you said quieter, still giggling as you tried to escape, head tilted back with a despairing smile when his grip only tightened around you, boosted you back up against him.

"Don't really care who can see lovely, I've not seen you in weeks..." he said with a develish smirk creeping onto his lips, "Don't pretend you're not enjoying it either I know what you're like," he grinned teasing you then, leaning in to kiss you again as you cracked a smile and tried to pretend you had no idea what he was talking about. But you did and he knew it so he ignored your protest and kissed you again, one hand in your hair as he turned to Larry with you still wrapped around his waist.

"Lar mate dya mind if I cut out early like... Family emergency an all that," he said earning a snort from Bondy and Ben as they made a show of laughing, rolling their eyes, making a joke about John and Yoko, how he cared more about you than the band.

"Aye go on off you fuck," sniggered Larry, laughing along with the others when Van grinned, kissed your cheek and headed down the corridor straight for the greenroom. Only placing you down when you wriggled free and fought him for your right to walk.

"Be quicker if you let me walk, you're not that strong an you know it..." you teased him, earning a feigned look of hurt from your boyfriend as he took your hand instead and tugged on your arm practically dragging you down the corridor. Clearly unable to wait much longer to get you alone.

And that became even more apparent when he closed the green room door behind you, looked around the empty room and then back at you. One eyebrow raised, questioning how badly behaved you felt tonight.

"What dya reckon love? You've already ducked out on work... Fancy furthering your bad reputation?" he asked lowering his voice, his hands on your hips as he stepped a little closer to you, the intensity in his eyes darkening as he looked down at you hungrily.

You looked up at him, the sweaty sheen which caught the light around his cheek bones, the way his hair kept falling damp and dark across his eyes. The way he looked at you from under his long dark lashes. Full of love and lust.

Perhaps you could break a couple more rules tonight.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, it was difficult to deny the facts. Youd missed him. You wanted him.

That text he'd based hourglass on had been entirely true. You struggled when he was gone, you still woke up in the middle of the night hot with the remains of a dream of you and him...

You leant up, fingers grazing his cheek once more. His eyes were locked on yours, lips twitching the beginnings of a smile when he realised that your fingers to his cheek, guiding him down to meet your lips, were your way of saying yes.

You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, your breath light as your lips hovered over his, not quite meeting. The intensity between you almost too much. The two of you like magnets caught in the push and pull.

And then you dropped down onto your heels. Pulled away.

"I've got a bone to pick with you," you said, arms folded, enjoying the way his eyes widened and he straightened up, shock and confusion amid the disappointment of his downward curving lips. You didn't wait for him to ask, not entirely certain he was capable of words in that moment as he looked at you with genuine fear in his eyes.

"What do you think you're playing at booting Tyrants off the set list?"

#Catfish and the bottlemen #Catb #Catfish and the bottlemen imagines #Van mccann x reader #catb imagines

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writingbakery · 5 years

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“what’s new, pussycat?”

this work is my absolute pride & joy, one that i hold very near & dear to my heart! it was previously written for a different fandom, & ive reworked it to fit here. i hope you love it as much as i do, & yes - there will be more parts to this story! ✨taglist; @katsukisprincess @secondhand-trash @redbeanteax @monst @shinhoetoshi @shinsouzone @togasknifes

[pairing; panther familiar! hitoshi shinso x green witch gn! reader]

[warnings; fluff, meet-cutes, magical au, bitchy witches, soft words, strangers to lovers]

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for a green witch in a relatively small town, you’ve got a pretty good life.

you’re not the most powerful witch around; your talents are more centered around healing, crafting potions & spells, but you don’t mind. you like helping people, whisking away their problems & leaving them happier than when they walked into your little shop.

your shop is perfectly situated right at the forest line at the end of town, making it easy for you to restock your supply. you don’t get many customers, but you treat everyone like they’re most important, focusing on what they need & providing them with just what they’ve asked for. you don’t have many friends, most of the other witches not thinking much of your talents or your profession - they were all more modern witches, using electricity & technology to help others - but the ones you do have treat you nothing but kindly.

you’ve got everything you need in your little shop; a tiny apartment just above it, a loyal customer base, & the forest to soothe your worries.

the only thing you don’t have is a familiar.

you turned twenty six months ago, the age at which every witch receives their familiar. sometimes, it happens sooner, sometimes it takes a little longer. you’re just a hint impatient.

you’ve been ready for your familiar since your powers emerged at six years old, little flowers & vines bursting from chubby fingers & small palms. your friends even had a betting pool set up, sero swearing that you would get a kitty cat, & kirishima insisting it would be a rabbit.

you don’t care what your familiar is. you just want to meet them.

you’ve nagged your mother more than enough over the years, whining & complaining at your lack of a companion - both the animal aspect of them, & the human. familiars often became their witches’ best friends, & on most occasions, have fallen in love with them.

it’s a romantic concept, really. two magical beings, tied together forever by their shared powers, falling in love.

you’ve had dreams about it. kaminari makes fun of you for it whenever he can.

still, you don’t need to fall in love with your familiar. you love them already for supporting & adding to your magic, even if you haven’t met yet. you just know you’re going to be the best of friends.

you also side with sero. you’re definitely hoping for a kitty.

you alway tell your friends you don’t mind being patient, but secretly, you wish your familiar would speed things up a bit.

the other witches in town don’t tease you outright, a bit more poised than that, but you’ve heard more than enough whispered giggles of “bet it’s a fly, & it just can’t find them” & “maybe [y/n]’s just too weak for one”. you know they consider you a joke, a laughingstock, but you do your best to ignore them, burying your head in your spellbooks & inventing new potion strains.

you’re good at what you do, & that’s all that matters. but with a familiar, at least you’d fit in. you’re not expecting anything huge, not like the wolf inasa got, or the pheonix momo was gifted. you just want something that’ll care for you, help with your little tasks & fill the hole in your heart.

you even have a little side room set up in your shop for them, complete with a small fluffy bed & lots of pillows. kaminari had wrinkled his nose at the setup. “what if they don’t like all the fluff?” he’d asked - his familiar, an overexcited ring tailed lemur named mina, had absolutely destroyed the setup kaminari made for her, choosing to snuggle the taller witch in her human form every night. you had a separate betting pool with kirishima & bakugou about when those two would finally start dating.

mostly, you just hope your familiar won’t be disappointed with you. you aren’t the fastest on a broomstick, or the smartest with spells. your potions are good, but they take you a while to brew, & you don’t get that many customers. you’re definitely not the best witch in town, but you try your best, & you hope that counts for something.

it ends up counting for a lot, even if you don’t realize.

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you’re looking through your little vials & plants one day, crafting a rejuvenation potion for mrs. parks - she’s got a garden to maintain if she wants to win first place in the landscaping competition next week, & at 85 it doesn’t always come naturally - when you realize you’re clean out of starflower. the pretty little orange & yellow foliage always added an extra boost to your energy potions, & you chance a glance out of your shop windows. it’s a nice day, sunny but not too hot, & you easily tug on your jacket & basket to gather some from the forest.

the air is warm, floaty with the smell of spring & you bask in the pleasant heat of the sun as you walk. the forest is unusually quiet, a sort of energetic thrum hovering just under the surface & normally, you would be concerned. but the day is so lovely, the warmth seeping into your bones & you brush it off as a slight imbalance in the woods.

you find the right clearing relatively quickly, sitting cross legged amidst the flowers & beginning to pluck them. you coo to the brightly colored petals gently, asking them to feel safe, protected. you wouldn’t hurt them, nor waste them unnecessarily. they were headed to a good purpose, & you reassure them as such as they make their way into your basket.

the already quiet air stills suddenly, birds silent in the trees & leaves pausing their ruffling. you shut your eyes & soaks up the sudden silence, an odd sense of calm settling over your body before you open them again.

a pair of amethyst violet eyes stare back at you, barely ten feet away from your face.

you open your mouth to scream, but let out nothing but air; your breath seems caught in your throat, lodged painfully deep. the creature in front of you is still, black fur gleaming glossy in the afternoon sun - a panther, twice the size of any normal big cat, sharp fangs glinting in its large mouth. you just stare, frozen & wide eyed.

the panther tilts its head at you inquisitively, letting out a sharp exhale through its velvety - almost cute? - black nose. you do scream this time, a barely there squeak that youd defend to your dying day as a very aggressive yell.

& then you pass clean out, slumping to the cool forest floor.

above you, the panther simply snorts, rolling bright purple eyes in mild annoyance as it curls its lithe form around your unconscious body, settling in for a nap.

it protects you from harm, patiently waiting for you to wake up.

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you wake up confused & a little dizzy.

you’ve only been out about an hour, but already the sun sits lower in the sky, a chill sweeping through the quiet wood. you’re disoriented, taking a few moments to remember where you are, & why. youre warm despite the cool forest air, body swathed in silky softness. you burrow deeper into the warmth, sighing softly as you toe the line between sleep & awake.

then you remember the panther.

shooting straight up from the dirt, you look around wildly, all traces of sleepiness gone as you take in your surroundings.

the panther lays curled around you like a warm blanket, keeping you tucked up against its shoulder with massive black paws crossed in front of your legs. it’s fast asleep, not even stirring as you shift a little to study its face.

gold runes run from the tips of each large, silky ear, trailing down either side of its face to its long whiskers. each rune matches one on your own arms, elegantly winding down your smooth skin. a little flutter settles in your chest.

this is your familiar.

you run one slim finger down the sides of the panther’s sleeping face, gentle & light as you trace over the marks that mirror the ones you’ve had since birth. it’s a little nerve wracking, a little unreal.

you’re so awestruck you don’t feel a pair of sharp violet eyes tracking your every move, looking just a little fond.

you start a little when the panther stretches, long heavy limbs arcing out into the air as it yawns. you get a good eyeful of sharp, gleaming white fangs & an impossibly cute pink tongue before the panther is staring at you again, seemingly waiting for your next move.

oh right.

hastily clambering to your feet, you stand in front of the lying animal, just about level with its head. you swallow a little nervously, shifting from foot to foot as you look up into bright, curious eyes.

“a-are you my familiar?” you ask, immediately cursing yourself for stammering & asking stupid questions. you’re supposed to have your shit together, you’re the witch here.

the panther seems unfazed, if not a little amused, as it nods once, then twice, eyes twinkling in the sunlight. your own eye twitches.

you’ve got a familiar. a panther familiar. you, [y/n l/n], who can’t fly a broomstick straight & nearly burnt down your shop crafting a potion last week.

suddenly everything seems a whole lot less simple than it was before.

bracing your hands against your knees to catch your breath, you let your mind go wild, running through a million thoughts at once. what would the other witches say? what would your friends say? how the fuck was this panther going to fit inside your house?

you don’t have a single answer for any of them that won’t send you into a panic.

your stomach ends up deciding for you, the low rumble of it breaking the tense silence. the panther actually does roll its eyes at you this time, standing to its full - very, very tall height & moving to kneel at your side. it motions towards its back a little impatiently, & you scramble to climb on.

you can feel lean, powerful muscle underneath you as the panther begins to walk through the forest, quickly shifting through the underbrush towards town.

it’s much quicker than you walking on your own, & you appreciate that.

you know you’re going to get plenty of stares once you hit town, & you’ve already got a plan set: make it through quickly, avoid questions, & once you’ve got the both of you locked up in your shop, the panther can shift to its human form & introduce themselves. simple.

the second you step foot - & paw - into the town, you know you’re screwed.

all of the townsfolk are staring wide eyed, giving the pair of you a very wide berth as the panther trots along the street. hushed whispers are already circulating, & you can feel endless sets of eyes digging into your back.

just a couple more feet, a few more moments. then we’ll be safe, you think as your shop comes into view, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. you slide down off the panthers back to unlock the door & usher it in, locking it behind you both with another relieved sigh. you relax too soon.

there, in your kitchen, sit sero & kirishima, both gaping as they stare at the massive panther in your foyer. sero’s got a teapot in one hand, the other cupping the air - a shattered mug at his feet.

“we came for tea,” kirishima squeaks. sero is dumbfounded where he stands. the panther huffs unamused, tail flicking & breaking one of the china plates along the wall.

you sink to the floor in despair.

what the fuck, is all you can think, burying your head in your hands.

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your friends take it all in surprisingly well. sero sweeps up the shattered mug & dish, kirishima makes them all tea, & you have a mild panic attack.

the panther simply curls up in a corner of the shop, avoiding everything delicate as it takes up a good chunk of the space. kirishima can’t stop staring at it, eyes blown wide as he takes in every inch of the creature.

“it’s really yours? your familiar?” he’d asked, voice hushed. you swatted at his arm with a scowl, glancing over at the uninterested panther. “stop talking about it like it’s not here! you know it can hear you.”

truthfully, however, you don’t even think the panther is listening. it has an air of disinterest clouded around it, lazily examining its paws & twitching its whiskers every so often.

sero maintains that he won the bet, much to your chagrin. “it’s just a really big cat!” he insists. kirishima simply rolls his eyes & tells him to take it up with bakugou.

it takes an hour or two, but eventually you manage to shoo your friends out of your shop, a headache building at their incessant questioning - “so what's its name? boy or girl? did it try to eat you? why is it looking at me like that?” - & all you want to do is sleep.

you lead the panther to the small side room you’d dolled up, albeit for a much smaller animal, wincing at the judgemental look you receive in return. “right, that won’t work. i mean, you could stay in my bed? it’s really big, just a bunch of cushions & blankets on a floor mattress?” you offer, twisting your fingers in your shirt a little shyly. the panther pauses, then nods again, squeezing its massive frame through the narrow staircase to follow you upstairs.

your bed - a custom made mattress that spanned nearly across the entirety of your bedroom floor - seemed to accommodate the panther just fine, and it paced around once, twice, before settling in one corner of it. its lithe form took up a good two thirds of the mess of blankets, & you can’t help but coo at the sight. it really was just a big kitty cat, although you’d probably never say it to the creature’s face.

you busy yourself with getting ready for bed, washing your face, brushing your teeth & changing into your baggy blue silk pajamas - they’ve got little yellow crescent moons sewn into them, & you swear the panther laughs at you in them - before settling between the sheets.

“goodnight, mr. panther,” you mumble sleepily, silently hoping that things would be easier to fix in the morning before drifting off to dreams.

above you, the panther huffs a little fondly, nuzzling your soft little cheek before falling asleep as well.

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the next few days aren’t any easier.

for one, you’re swamped with customers for the first time ever, people crowding into the tiny shop to catch a glimpse of the enormous panther curled up in the corner. normally you wouldn’t allow it, but the panther doesn’t seem to mind, & everyone who walks in leaves with something - you’re making a killing.

another little problem: the arrival of your - rather powerful - familiar means your own abilities have gotten a much needed boost. everything you make is soaked in energy, & your plants are shooting towards the ceiling every other hour.

in short, you’re probably the most powerful nature witch in the country, let alone the county.

you appreciate the fact that you’re better at what you do, but it tires you out quicker, & you’re twice as busy now that you can do so much.

all of this would be reasonably manageable, if your familiar wasn’t still stuck in its animal form.

the panther’s refused to shift for the entirety of the time you’ve known it, staying in its animal form in the corner of the shop. it simply watches & observes, occasionally nudging the right vial or plant closer to you with its large black nose. it’s a cute sight, the little nature witch bustling around the shop in your emerald green robes, a huge black panther tracking your every move with a fond expression. you’ve started to get comfortable around it as well, but you would like to get to know it eventually, & you enlist kirishima’s help.

the more experienced witch drops by with an old history book one afternoon when you aren’t as busy, the pair of you sitting at the table to read up on familiars.

“it says here familiars usually shift within the first day of meeting their witch,” kiri reads from the book, squinting at the tiny text. you had shooed the panther into the garden so you could talk uninterrupted, & you watch as the large creature nips at the butterflies circling its head. it makes you smile, heart a little fond at the sight.

“it’s been almost a week, kiri,” you pout, looking up at the witch in concern. maybe it's not comfortable with me yet, you add in your head. your stomach twists uncomfortably at the thought.

kirishima, seemingly sensing your worry, ruffles a hand through your hair, a reassuring smile on his face.

“don’t worry, [y/n]. i’m sure they’re still getting used to being here with you,” the taller comforts you. “just give it a little time.”

watching as your familiar tramples your hydrangeas, looking up at the window with a guilty expression on its face, you can only sigh.

“i hope you’re right.”

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nearly two months later, you’re starting to doubt kirishima’s advice.

your familiar still hasn’t shifted in front of you, although you’ve got a sneaking suspicion it does while you’re asleep, a smattering of all black clothes hidden in random corners of his shop.

you still know absolutely nothing about them, every question you throw at the panther met with unblinking silence. but the panther knows all about you.

it knows which tea you prefer in the morning & evening, nudging out the right canisters with one massive paw. it knows every plant in your shop & garden, delicately ripping out whichever ones you need with sharp fangs. it knows to growl when a potion is boiling over, or huff when a customer is at the door. it even ran off a few thieves a week ago, snarling with its hackles raised at the foot of the stairs as they screamed & ran. you had given it an hour long head massage, complete with ear scratches, as a thank you.

the panther has settled itself in your shop & your life almost perfectly, a constant presence that you’ve grown fond of. but it doesn’t change the fact that they still haven’t revealed themselves to you. you feel like this relationship is ridiculously imbalanced; the panther knows you inside & out. you don’t even know their name.

still, you push down any doubt or insecurities you’re feeling, determined to let the panther come to you in your own time.

the mayor’s birthday changes all of that.

the mayor always requests a grand celebration, complete with magical fireworks, charmed balloons, singing lilies, & a three tier magical cake. normally, he only requests singing lilies & roses from you.

this year, you get a golden invoice for everything.

the mayor wants you to craft the cake, enchant the balloons & streamers, gather the singing flowers, and charm the fireworks, all in less than two days. you immediately break into a sweat.

you can’t ask your friends for help, as they’re tied up in their own town’s festivities. your only choice is to get the other witches’ in town; surely they’d help with the mayor’s birthday celebration.

surely not. they laugh you away from their shops the moment you ask, a pleading expression on your face.

“you shouldn’t need help, little dirt witch. you’ve got that powerful familiar of yours, don’t you? unless you can’t handle it,” they mock you, & your fists clench unwillingly; you force yourself to breathe.

you don’t need their help, or their disdain. you’re going to do it all by yourself.

you start with the flowers, collecting the brightest & loudest singers from your garden & placing them in charmed rainwater to keep them pristine. the panther helps where it can, delicately holding them between its fangs.

enchanting the streamers & balloons takes the better part of the day, & you’re up late into the night crafting the fireworks the right way. you fall asleep in a spellbook, the cake left forgotten till the morning. the panther simply rests its head next to yours on the table, the pair of you fast asleep until the next day.

when you wake up, the birds are chirping steadily outside, sunlight filtering in through the windows. it’s calm & soothing, & for a moment you’re at peace.

then you see the time, panic immediately setting in.

“wake up! wake up! i have to have the cake ready in four hours! it’s going to take me three just to mix the batter!” you’re running around the shop in a flurry of robes & quick spells, arms full of supplies. the panther just watches from its position on the floor, eyebrow quirked.

you’re halfway through mixing the batter when you realize you won’t finish in time.

you can’t focus on charming all three tiers at once as he mixes, but if you do them one by one you won’t finish in time. you pause, turning desperate eyes onto the panther.

“i know you’re not ready, & i didn’t want to push, but please. i need your help,” you plead. hands clasped in front of you & flour in your hair. the panther continues to stare, unmoving, as though immune to your begging.

it’s too much all at once, stress & anxiety building until you snap.

“why not! why! i get it! i understand you’re disappointed! i’m not some high tech witch in a big city, i’m not powerful! i’m weak & i suck & i can’t brew potions fast without blowing them up & i fell off my broomstick in the garden & you saw, i know! i just need help, for god’s sake! just help me, & you don’t ever have to talk to me again!” you promise, eyes watery as you burst into tears.

dropping your head into your hands to muffle your sobs, you barely register the faint whirling of air in front of you.

hands suddenly flutter over your crying form, hovering just above touching you as a low, rough voice pulls you from your misery.

“please stop crying, shit, please, i’m sorry, i swear i didn’t mean to make you cry, fuck,” you hear, & you tilt your head up, rubbing tears from your eyes.

there’s a man standing in front of you, wearing all black. he’s got messy purple hair sticking up from all sides & dark eyes, a hint of violet flashing through them in the light. there’s circles as dark as his clothes under his eyes, a familiar look on his face - like you’d seen it every morning waking up.

this ridiculously handsome man, looking slightly panicked, is your familiar. every time you’d called him a “pretty kitty” suddenly flashes through your mind.

fuck.

pushing all those thoughts to the back of your mind, you straighten up, hastily wiping your eyes on your robe sleeves. “can you stir the second pot, please? i’ll worry about the other ones,” you ask meekly, a little embarrassed now. you ignore the familiar’s prying gaze, simply muttering spells under your breath as you stir the first mixture.

the pair of you don’t speak unless it’s instructions, racing around the tiny shop to craft the magical cake. flour & sugar & icing cover every available surface as you wave your hands, whisking it all over the towering cake. you struggle a little to reach the very top, on your tiptoes as you attempt to frost the highest tier. warm, strong hands grip your waist & lift you right off the ground, holding you up to help; you blush furiously as you quickly finish.

you’re just putting the final smattering of glitter onto the cake when the mayor’s party attendants arrive to collect it. you can finally breathe as you watch them carry off everything you both had made, shoulders sagging in relief.

your familiar leans against the counter, wiping down the tables with a rag as he watches you. now that everything’s been finished, there’s no avoiding it.

“i’m hitoshi. that’s my name,” the panther - hitoshi - offers, presumably sensing your nerves. “& for the record, i think you’re a great witch. youre powerful all on your own, even without me.”

you can’t help your smile at that, a little flush to your cheeks as you sit at the table. “then.. then why didn’t you shift?” you ask softly. up close, you can see tiny freckles in place of hitoshi’s whiskers, the glossiness of his hair reminiscent of his panther fur.

the familiar shrugs, cheeks going a bit pink themselves as he stares at the table. “at first, i was just a little shy. it’s nerve wracking, meeting your witch. & then you just… passed out, you know? i was worried about how you’d react, so i decided to give you time.” you can understand that, listening closely.

“you were so nice to me, you weren’t scared at all. you scratched behind my ears & made me cleansing potions. & you let me stay in your bed, so easily. you were just…. nicer than i expected. and…. and prettier.” the familiar’s cheeks are a rosy red now, bright in contrast to his soft skin & prominent dark circles. you think it’s adorable.

“i just didn’t want you to think any different of me, you know? you liked panther me a lot, even though i kept breaking stuff, &.... i wanted you to keep liking me.” you outright coo at that, ignoring your familiar’s protests as you dissolve into giggles.

“really? of course i’d still like you, silly! i let you cuddle me! i called you mr whiskers for a solid month! oh god, i called you mr whiskers,” you whine, pouting a little. you’d called hitoshi a bunch of silly nicknames before he’d shifted, from pretty kitty to mr whiskers to sugarpaws. you’d been trying to compensate, in your defense, & hitoshi had seemed to like them.

hitoshi’s the one laughing now, smile bright as he gives you that same fond look. “it was cute. you were trying really hard,” he admits, head cocked to the side as he watches you.

you sit in a comfortable sort of silence then, simply taking in each other’s presence a moment.

“so, you thought i was pretty, huh?” you tease, breaking the silence as you move to stand in front of hitoshi. you giggle more at the flush that follows, ignoring hitoshi’s mumbling rant about “soft little witches” & “green robes & moon pajamas, that's ridiculous”, your smile growing ever wider.

you tap a finger against hitoshi’s nose, the familiar protesting in flustered panic. standing on tiptoe, you press a light kiss to the cranberry stained cheek, watching hitoshi absolutely melt.

“i thought you were cute too, pretty kitty,” you smile, turning to tidy up the pots & spellbooks & leaving an awestruck hitoshi at the table, hand frozen where you had pressed your lips.

i could get used to that, you think, giggling as hitoshi trips over himself to squish you against the counter, covering your face in kisses.

just you, your shop, & one pretty kitty.

#bnha shinsou #bnha hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x you #shinsou x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #shinso x reader #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #bnha fic #boku no hero fluff #bnha fluff #evywrites

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 5 years

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Geralt x Injured reader part 1

Part 2

Pairing: Geralt x reader (self insert)

Warnings: swearing, injury, blood, I think that's all?

Summary: Reader is feeling jealous and wanders too far from camp.

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Hey guys! This is like my first fanfiction ever. And I wrote it at like 3am when I couldn't sleep. It's probably trash but if you like it I do have ideas for more! Xoxo enjoy****

Geralt x injured reader part 1

Jealousy was not a pretty color on you. And you swore riot yourself it was no such thing. After all Geralt of Rivia was just a teacher/friend you were travelling with. You had some skill with a sword, he found you trying to take down a kikkemora all by yourself, and failing miserably. After you saw how skilled he was you begged him to take you with him, to train you. He said no of course, so you just kept tagging along without his consent. At some point though he finally decided that if you were gonna come along you might as well be of some use so you made a deal.

Over the months you grew stronger but still had much to learn. After all it takes years for anyone to become a great fighter. And luckily for you, Geralt had many many many years of experience to offer you.

You enjoyed the time you spent togther, the conversation, (although you did most of the talking..) and the training, he was one of the few people in your life you felt comfortable with. Someone you could always count on. And somewhere along your travels the line between student and teacher blurred for you into something else, although you did your best to deny it at first.

You had gone off and caught feelings for the man who had no interest in real committed relationships. You knew you had it bad when you found yourself overflowing with irritation when he spent his nights in the arms of some whore at a dirty brothel.

On those nights you drank until you passed out on roach. Pretty fucking pathetic y/n.

Then came along the witch, Yennefer..

You saw how they looked at eachother, a look you'd wish Geralt would give you even for a fleeting moment.

There were creatures that had been attacking the villagers at night, so the three of you, well four since Jaskier decided to tag along when he spotted us, were tracking these monsters into the forest. You didnt mind Jaskier at all, his songs a welcome distraction from the obvious growing bond between Geralt and Yennefer.

You felt horrible for the animosity you felt towards her. She did nothing wrong and you hated that if not for your jealousy, you probably would have been close friends.

If you were a better women you could get over your silly crush and focus on your training but...

Yeah you had some growing to do. After searching the forest for a few hours, and finding nothing, everyone was tired and decided to set up camp.

Once Geralt tied down roach, he turned to address the group, "Everyone is to stay in camp, these monsters are dangerous, so if you need to take a piss, I suggest you do it behind a tent, unless you wanna risk getting your head shot off" he said rather gruffly.

Jaskier made a sound of discomfort and scooted closer to the fire.

"Dont worry jaskier, I'll protect you" you giggled.

He turned to you in amusement, "Ah yes how does go the training y/n, last I saw you, you could barely lift your sword" he teased.

"I've gotten rather good, mind if I practice on you?" You teased.

"Thanks but I think I better go and get my beauty sleep, good night" he smiled and retreated into his tent.

You went to feed roach some apples when you noticed that Geralt and Yennefer had dissapeared.

Huh? Where did they go? At first you thought they were in trouble since you didnt hear either of them say goodnight but as you got closer to the middle of camp you heard voices coming from Yennefers tent.

You told yourself not to look but you couldn't help it. And the instant you did you felt your heart break. It was one thing to see him in the arms of a whore. You knew they meant nothing to him, but in the arms of someone he cares for? That hurt...

Roughly you turned away from the kissing couple and marched away. Away from camp, away from stupid feelings and dumb petty jealousy.

It was not yennefers fault she was beautiful and powerful and brilliant. And if you were jealous then you should become just as amazing as she is. Maybe then he would notice you...

You were snapped out of your reverie when a rustle in the bushes caught your attention.

Fuck I was not supposed to leave camp...

Thinking quickly, you unsheathed your sword and held it at the ready. Its sharp edge gleaming in the moonlight.

Eyes narrowing at the bush. A moment later you were relived when a rabbit hopped out.

Phew I thought It was--

*SCRAWWWWWWWWCH*

Fuck

You barely missed the creatures slimy claws as it swiped for your head. Jumping to the side you managed to get a good look at the beast. It was rather large and spider looking, with several disgusting sets of beady eyes and a long slithering tough that dripped of something purple. So geralt was right, the creature lurking here was a visser. (Completely made it up on the spot) They're claws are sharp and quick but it's the tongue you have to watch our for. One jab, although not fatal can leave a man in bed for days from pain. 2 jabs in the same place? then your a goner. And the visser is known to be smarter, he distracts with claws and jabs quickly before you can even blink.

You knew you should probably yell for your companions. There was a chance they could hear you. But that very second you thought of yennefer and how she would be able to take on a monster like this.

That made up your mind...this monster was going to be your kill... youd finish this off and prove that you had gotten stronger if it's the last thing you do.

Although that would kind of defeat the purpose...

"Urgh" you landed roughly on the ground, one of its claws managed to swipe at you.

"Ok no more misses nice gal" regainging your stance, the glint of the moon shone on your opponent. With a visser you had a few options. Option 1, go for the head which kills instantly but the risk of a jab is highest.

Option 2 is cut off all the legs quickly then send your sword through the head. But if it dodges... you're dead meat.

Option 3, try to get under the beast where its tongue cant reach you and strike upwards. With your small stature option 3 sounded the smartest. You just had to move fast enough where it wouldnt be able to see you for a split second.

Alright y/n dont let your training go to waste! This is your chance to prove yourself.

Running faster than you've ever ran before, you circled around the visser waiting for when the creature was even a second slow and could not see you. The right moment was.....

Now! You sprinted forward and slid under its legs.

"Scrawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachh" the monster howled in pain as you slammed your sword directly up getting covered in visser guts in the process.

"Blegh how disgusting.." you swiped the guts off your face and stood in front of the slain beast.

For once in a long time you felt proud of yourself. You slayed a monster all by yourself, even Geralt said you hadn't been ready yet and often told you to stay back during fights. But he would have to eat up his words now hehe. You could just imagine everyone's faces when you would tell them.

You were too wrapped up in your glory to notice a second visser sneaking up behind you.

By the time you heard its screech, it was too late. Its slimy black tongue had struck your stomach leaving a sizzling pain behind it.

"FUCK" unsheathing your sword again, you tried to maneuver far enough out of its reach to thing of a plan. There was no way you could pull on option 3 again with the way your core burned. One more jab and it would be over. Damn it! why couldn't you just have your victory and be done with it!

One hand clutched at your injury while the other was positioned weakly in front of you. Your eyes blurred slights but you refused to let this shit swamp be your final resting place.

The burning subsided to an ache and you used that opportunity to make a mad dash into the thicket. You needed to think of a plan and quick, it would not take long for the visser to catch up with you, especially now that you had that stupid injury.

"Srawwwwwwwwwch" it sounded like it was right behind you. Fuck fuck fuck.

And then because mother nature decided to be a BITCH, you tripped on a large tree root and tumbled forward.

"Scraeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech" you flipped over quickly and shut your eyes as the visser was basically on top of you. 3 more seconds and you would be dead.

3, how pathetic y/n, after all these promises you made to yourself about becoming someone worth being proud of you fuck up the one chance you had.

2, maybe it's better this way, would anyone even miss you? Jaskier would, maybe he would even write a song about you..

1, I'm sorry I was an idiot...Geralt I'll watch over you...

"SWOOOOOOOOSH" the unmistakable sweet sound of metal slicing through flesh made your eyes shoot wide open.

"Geralt!" He stood out of breath hovering over the now beheaded visser. His sharp golden eyes moved from the beast, to you.

Without a word he reached over and pulled you up without a hint of gentleness. You hid your wince at the sudden movement. Not wanting to let anyone know that the visser had gotten the better of you.

"What happened" he bit out slowly. Fuck he was angry. "Why did you leave camp y/n when I explicitly told you not to" his feline eyes bore into yours and suddenly you felt too intimated and looked away.

Ah yes what excuse will I come up with now. Sorry Geralt I had to leave because I felt immense pressure and heartache seeing you and Yennefer over there locking lips and most passionately I might add.

When he noticed my hesitation he let out a growl, "Hmm, don't lie to me"

Fuuuuuuuuuck...

"I-I didnt mean to, really... I couldn't sleep so I was walking close to camp and I didnt even realize I had wandered so far until the other visser attacked." You looked him in the eyes knowing it would better your chances of him believing it.

He stared at you a few more seconds before letting out a sigh.

" You killed it" he said bluntly, and softer than before.

"I did.." you couldn't help the small smile that formed on your face. He sighed again, this time he had a small smirk on his face, "Well I guess you have learnt some things after all" he patted your shoulder but pulled away when Yennefer and Jaskier appeared.

"Y/n thank god your alive, are you alright?!" Jaskier grabbed your shoulders and scanned you for injuries. Luckily your stomach was covered by your armor, visser Jabs were known for hurting like hell at first, seeming to get better shortly after, then coming back tenfold. Right now you were at stage two, the calm before the storm..

Yennefer made a comment about how impressive you were to slay the visser and you hated yourself for still feeling ill towards her. She was a great person and you could not blame Geralt for liking her. It was just an unfortunate situation.

The walk back was quiet and the second you were in your tent again you dared to take a look at the wound. Gingerly you unbuckled your armor and lifted up your shirt.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It just looked like a large bruise. Nothing you couldn't pass off as a "I fell off roach" kinda injury.

As positive as you tried to be, you knew the worst was yet to come. But by god you were not about to let your victory be ruined by your companions knowing of this. Especially since Yennefer and Geralt could've slain the beast without a scratch.

Somehow you were lucky and slept the rest of the night in peace. It was early when jaskier came to wake you. Although you slept plenty, you felt just as exausted as you did after your late night encounter.

Before putting on your armor, you dared to look at the wound again. You regretted it the moment you did.

Fuck me... the bruise was much darker than before and covered a larger area. As for the pain, it felt only slightly more sore which was good for now. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to find out about it.

Quickly you threw togther the rest of your things and met the others. According to the village leader there was one more visser out there so we continued our search deeper into the forest. It was around noon when the pain intensified. It started as a constant dull ache but gradually became a burning sensation. It was becoming harder to hide it.

You made up some excuse to the group and sat on top of roach. You were sure if you had to walk anymore you would have fallen over. Luckily for awhile jaskier was more preoccupied with his latest ballad and geralt and yen were wrapped up in some serious conversation. You didnt realize how far you were lagging behind until jaskier turned to you.

"Y/n?" He walked over to you and pulled on roaches reigns making him go a little faster.

"Hm" was all you could manage.

"Are you alright? You're sweating so much"

Confused you ran a hand over your head. He was right, you were and didnt even feel it.

"Yo- sic- rest-" what? Why was Jaskier talking gibberish...and why is he so blurry?

You didnt even feel yourself pitching to the side, just the woosh of air through your ears.

"Y/N!? Y/N what's wrong?!?!" Jaskier barely managed to catch your half conscious form. "GERALT!" The witcher swung around sword at the ready but widened his eyes in shock at what he saw.

Y/n was on the floor, breathing heavily and being propped up by Jaskier.

Geralt and Yennefer quickly ran over. The witchers eyes narrowed in concern when he saw the state of her. She was sweating profusely and looked to be struggling with something. Yennefer raised a hand to her forehead but shook her head. "Its not a fever".

Geralt held her up, lightly smacking her face, he grew even more worried when she didnt react.

"Jaskier what happened"

"I don't know, I noticed she was falling behind so I went to check on her, then I noticed she looked sick, I was telling her we should stop and rest but then she just collapsed. She seemed really out of it too.

At that moment a grunt of pain escaped y/n's lips, and her eyes slowly opened.

You were confused as to why when you opened your eyes, gerald's golden ones were staring at yours with intense concern.

"Y/n can you hear me??" he questioned furrowing his brows.

"I-I ahhhgh" you screwed your eyes shut as the pain intensified. It felt like someone had set your stomach on fire.

This only confused geralt more, "you're hurt" he said as more of a statement.

"Where is the pain y/n," the gentle voice of yennefer surrounded you. Ugh why couldn't she just be a bitch, it would make things so much easier.

You tried speaking but a moan left your lips instead. Fuck this hurt worse than anything you had encountered before.

Geralt closed his eyes as if he had a sudden realization, "you got hit by the visser didnt you"

When you didnt speak but he saw the look in your eyes he knew it was true. "Fuck".

Quickly he began removing your armor and saw the injury peeking from under your shirt. He wasted no time lifting it up just until below your chest. You heard small gasps but were too out of it to know from who.

"Fuck y/n, why didn't you say anything??" Geralt scolded as he examined the wound.

Luckily you didnt have to answer, just focus on breathing heavily.

"Will she be alright?!" The frantic voice of jaskier floated through your ears.

"It would have been better if she told us from the beginning, with a visser attack you need to stay still as much as you can. However by the looks of it she only got hit once, which means she still has a chance."

"What can we do?" Was it yennefer or jaskier who said that?

Geralt pulled a sack from roach and rummaged through it till he pulled out a yellowish filled bottle.

Lifting y/n with one arm he pulled the cork with his teeth and gently placed it between her lips. "Drink y/n" without a second thought you downed the strange liquid coughing as it burned your throat like liquor.

"What is that?" Jaskier asked curiously.

" it's for the pain, it'll make her feel like shes dreaming." Geralt threw her armor onto roach and lifted her up carefully into his arms. "Let's go" he ordered and the troup was once again on their way. Geralt gave one look at the now sleeping y/n and sighed. What was she thinking?

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When you opened your eyes the first thing you did was let out a girlish laugh.

Geralt was surprised for a moment since you had been silently resting in his arms for a long time. "Y/n?"

"Geralt! You've dyed your hair pink! How adorable!" You reached up and pulled at the cotton soft locks.

The witcher sighed, knowing this was the effect of the medicine. Jaskier and yennefer let out a small laugh at the scene of the two.

"Go back to sleep y/n, you need rest" he commanded softly.

"GERALT!" you suddenly exclaimed! "Oh no you cant be the white wolf anymore! Oh no oh no oh no WAIT I GOT IT! YOU CAN BE THE PINK PONY! QUICK JASKIER WRITE THIS DOWN!!"

"Ah yes the witcher, pink pony of the north, has a nice ring to it" jaskier couldn't contain his laughter.

Geralt decide it best to ignore her and keep walking forward.

"Geralt?" He chose to ignore her again. "Geralt....?"

"Gerrrrrallllllt?"

"GERALT!"

"Geralt geralt geralt geralt geralt geralt"

"What?!" He bit out annoyed.

"Do you think I'm pretty? hehe" he was caught off guard and was not sure how to answer. It didnt help the other two were just giggling behind him.

"I um....yeah" he said awkwardly.

"So I dont look like a troll?" You asked earnestly.

"Pfft what?" Now geralt was the one who couldn't control his laughter.

"Don't laugh!" You suddenly pouted. "A long time ago one of my lovers said I looked like a troll when he broke up with me.."

Still amused geralt shifted you to meet his eyes, "No y/n, you do not look like a troll"

"Phew thank god, I dont know what I would have done..." you laid a hand against your head dramatically.

"Now will you please stop squirming and go back to sleep" geralt sighed out.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm......alright I've decided to go to sleep since I need sleep and it's what I have decided" you saluted the air.

"Finally.." he grumbled.

With a smile you reached both arms around his neck and brought your soft lips to his unshaven cheek.

"Goodnight pinky, sweet creams" he was shocked for a moment then let out an exasperated laugh.

"Goodnight y/n...sweet creams"

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To be continued in part 2!

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