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happy-beeeps · 2 years

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Hello dear Alex. I think it goes without saying that I love Buzzcut Season. 🥺👉👈If you have time or inspiration I would please like to know more about Rex and Princess’s early relationship? Like how did they realize they had feelings for each other? What did Rex think of her at first? Or maybe when he’s escorting her while on a romp with her friends at the club and has f E e L i n G s - what is that experience like for them?

My beloved, I will literally always write about these two dorks. This went a little off where I wanted it to go, but enjoy this fluffy piece about the night Princess and Rex first started to get real flirty ;))) tis very cute and very sappy.

Also! For any readers who are just finding me now, check out my masterlist that will be updated SOON with all parts of BCS and my first two ficlets that fit into this story!! Enjoy my angels!!

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WC: 1.7k

Warnings: None!

You feel beautiful, there’s really no other way to say it. The adjustment has been… weird for sure, going from the rigid society of Lyra to the carefree, party life you’ve fallen into on Coruscant. Kriff, you don’t even really know how it happened. One gala after the other for weeks after your arrival, and somewhere in the middle you met Jil. Through Jil, you met Carana and Mora. It was nice to let your hair down, literally and figuratively.

“That dress looks lovely on you darling… is this the new style on Coruscant?” your father said as you walked into the charity event you were being paraded to next. The building was tall and imposing, located near the senate building. Jil was going to shop for new art for the casino, and so were many other senators and dignitaries. Even though you were already in your early twenties, your father still insisted on you to make friends in your new home. Funny, for someone who was supposedly in “the utmost danger,” you sure did have a packed social schedule.

“Jil dropped it off earlier today, it's a gift she got from her father last time she was back home.”

“She’s the girl from Canto Bight, correct?” Nodding in response, you tugged the silky red dress up on your chest. It was beautiful, you had to admit, but the liquid-like, wine colored dress hugged your curves more than anything a flowy Lyran dress did. The contrast between constriction and freedom was still mind boggling, but you intended to put it out of your mind. Luckily, a group of familiar faces made that easy.

“Boys!” you exclaimed, walking towards the group of clones clustered around the entrance to the grand ballroom. Your father acknowledged the clones with a smile and salute, and walked towards the other senators he had begun to work with, leaving you to your own devices.

“Hey there pretty lady,” Fives said, leaning on a pillar beside him.

“Why do you always have to be weird to her?” Tup chided as you got closer, and you shook your head at their banter. The past month with the 501st had been nothing short of entertaining, and you loved getting to know them individually. Your father appreciated their security, but viewed the men as just that: security. You began to miss them when they had short missions every so often, the days you were stuck with the Lyran guards you traveled with had much more of a boring tinge.

A voice came up from behind you, loud and firm. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop harassing her?”

You blushed bright red almost instantly as he approached you, your body’s reaction to him palpable before you even saw him. “So Captain, you’re telling me she isn’t a pretty lady?” Fives said, as Rex groaned beneath his helmet “I’m-I’m not saying that-”

“Relax Captain, I thought I’m supposed to be the awkward one,” you said, sending him a playful smirk. “I didn’t realize you boys were back yet?”

“Just got back earlier today, meant to stop by your place earlier, Kix will not stop talking about this show you two need to finish-”

“With all due respect, Smuggling Love is not just a show Captain.” He chided in.

“As I was saying, we just got back. We’re on security here, between your father and the dozens of other officials in the room, they sent in a few squads.”

Looking around, you did notice the large number of troopers on the perimeter, you thought you had recognized Rex’s friend and General Kenobi’s second in command, but couldn't remember the clone's name to save your life. “Well, I’m glad you’re back in one piece, my apartment has been much too lonely recently.” You cringed internally, oh my gods, that came out so much more aggressive than I meant, you thought. You spotted Jil’s lekku out of the corner of your eye and sent the troopers a wave goodbye. Walking towards the tall Twi, you grabbed a glass of champagne from a droid server, before doubling back and grabbing a second.

“Well that was mortifying,” you mumbled, sipping on the first drink. Damn that clone and damn your incessant crush on him. Mora had tried to set you up with dozens of dates at every gala, even your father had begun to name drop a few of his more favored colleagues. You were sure it was just a crush, but every time Rex removed his helmet and walked around your apartment, your heart went up 20 beats, you were sure of it. No really, according to a very embarrassing medical observation announced by Kix, you were sure of it. Every single hair on your arms seemed to stand on edge when he was around, and you knew it was pointless. You definitely had already gently probed Fives on the topic before, and we're met with an unfortunate dead end.

For you, Rex would always be just a broodingly handsome, strong man who hung around your apartment sometimes. Still. Doesn’t mean you can't try.

* * *

“Hey thanks,” Jil said when you offered her the second glass. Carana gave you a warm hug and gestured towards Mora, currently chatting up a man you couldn’t tell why you recognized, “Senator Clovis. Mora has been trying to score herself a banking man for months,” she said, “she was an analyst with her mother’s medical corporation, and she’s cute. She’ll be fine.”

“So, how do you like your new dress?” Jil asked, shimmying her lanky green shoulders in her gauzy white pantsuit. You smiled and gave a little spin, “It’s different, I feel naked! But, in a good way? I don’t know, it’s very confusing.”

“Naked?” she snorted, pulling you into her side, “Baby, we gotta get out more, really break you out of that shell.”

"Yeah, you should've seen us on our beach trip last year. This is tame." Carana answered. You smiled at them, but your eyes drifted towards a figure circling the edge of the room, chatting with Fives and gesturing his head towards the windowed wall to your right. You continued to drag your gaze with him until you watched him head out through the large doors onto the terrace. “Would you guys excuse me for a moment, but let’s come back to that idea of a trip,” you said. Jil raised her glass and sent a wink in response, "don't come back till you're sufficiently embarrassed."

* * *

It was a comfortable night on Coruscant, not too sticky-warm, just enough that your exposed back and arms didn’t feel the chill of the night air on your skin. “Enjoying the air Captain?” you said, walking to where Rex was standing near the balcony. "Oh yeah, I had a call to take with General Skywalker, now I'm just glad to breathe." He responded, rolling his head in a stretch. There were only a few people outside, all engrossed in their own separate conversations. You tipped your glass towards him while he shifted his body open towards you, “want a sip?”

“You know I’m on duty, princess.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, finishing the drink and setting it down on the ledge, “you’re no fun.”

He chuckled in response, “Come out to 79’s some time and maybe you’ll see otherwise.”

“Is that, sarcasm I detect in you?”

“What? Me? Never,” he scoffed, removing his helmet to tuck it under his arms. “Have you been liking Coruscant?”

“It’s nice, it’s different here, you know? Home is home, and it's just so... you know? Actually, I suppose you don’t that was stupid I’m sorry-” you rambled out. Stars, the second the helmet comes off the words just fall out of your mouth. This could literally not be going worse. According to Jil's statement, you had approximately thirty more seconds.

“Well," he shrugged, looking at you with genuine interest, "I know a little bit, your mother is Queen there, right?”

“I mean… kind of? She gets elected, just like my father, but she has no term limits. And there’s a big election coming up next year, so you know. Expectations for me to behave properly have been high.”

“So you are a Princess!” He exclaimed, sending a gentle elbow to your side. You remembered the pseudo-argument you had gotten in only a week ago, when you insisted he call you by your name, and not princess. “Not gonna happen princess, sorry.” He had said.

“Technically, my title is Lady.” You said and he shrugged, looking out at the city.

“Still a princess to me.”

You sat like this in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the sights of the city around you. The terrace overlooked the courtyard near the Senate building, the vibrant plants you had seen look like a rainbow during the day looked almost black under the inky light, and the stars were mostly obscured by the technicolor signage in front of you. You wished you could have this more, the silence and the night sky and the faint smell of Felucian lilies and Rex. “I guess that’s a tradeoff,” you murmured, causing Rex to face you. His brow furrowed a bit as you kept going, “I lost being able to see the stars, but now I get to do all of this,” you gestured to yourself and the surroundings.

“What do you mean?”

“The stars on Lyra are the most beautiful thing about it. We get an aurora near the mountains near my family's chalet. I miss it a lot, but I could barely drink in public, I would rarely be allowed a moment alone with a man, and my mother would have a conniption if I ever walked out of the palace in this,” you motioned to the dress again. Rex eyes looked into yours for a moment before they fluttered down your body for just the smallest moment, lingering on the tight bodice and pool of red fabric on the ground.

“Well, it is a pretty dress.”

“Mm…" you dragged a finger up and down your hip as you thought, "I guess it is soft.”

“I think that’s a good word for all of this.” He said, wincing a little bit as he said it, “I just meant, I mean, for you. You always seem soft.” You looked at him for another second, letting your heart inflate with the smallest bit of hope that maybe it wasn’t just your heart rate going up. His eyes quickly raked over your exposed skin, taking in the sight of what he would never touch, not in the way you wanted him to. You reached out to touch his cheek before your brain could stop you, ever so slightly, and whispered “you deserve soft too Rex.” The air around the two of you grew thick, and you pulled your hand away and looked down, “don’t let me drink anymore tonight,” you motioned to your head, “it’s making me too bubbly.” You straightened out your dress to walk away, just barely catching him mumble “of course, princess.”

Perhaps there were better things than tie dye stars and snowy mountain air. Maybe there was a pretty man and brown eyes and a flutter in your chest that wouldn’t go away. And maybe if you had turned around, you would’ve seen Rex’s eyes trained on your body, watching you move like you had personally kissed every star in the sky into existence.

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siriusblacksbxtch · 4 years

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Can I request both draco and harry, where both have feelings for you and you can’t chose which one you want an relationship with so you chose both. ( bottom draco and bottom harry )

Pairings: Harry Potter x male!reader, Draco Malfoy x male!reader, Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy, mentions of Blaise x Draco (very mild)

Warnings: teasing , arguing , cursing , smut, dirty talk, oral

Summary: Y/n finally decides that Draco and Harry both having feelings for him isn’t so bad

It wasn’t bad necessarily, more so annoying. When you were in the library studying and Harry Potter’s eyes would watch you softly, in contrast to Draco Malfoy’s predatory stare.

Or maybe you were in the Great Hall at (y/h)’s table and could feel one of them watching you, most times both.

At qudditch matches too, when they were both supposed to be finding the snitch, they were blocking each other’s view instead.

It was starting to tank your studies as well, Professor Snape had nearly embaressed you in front of the whole potions class. You had never been so embaressed, your grades usually meeting his expectations.

“Class dismissed.” For once you thanked Merlin Snape had spoken, quickly gathering your books and pushing yourself from the table.

You watched your feet as you tried to ease your embarrassment, only to come into contact with what felt like a wall. Only to look up and see Draco grinning down at you, one of your books in his hand.

“Quite a show, Y/n.”

“I’m not in the mood Draco,” the irritation was clear in your voice as you snatched the book back.

“Y/n-” Draco’s tight grip encased your wrist, a sharp glare training on him, only it wasn’t yours.

“Let him go, Malfoy.” Harry Potter, for once seen without his friends, glared at the Slytherin.

“If it isn’t Saint Scarhead,” Draco scoffed. “Always having to get in someone else’s business-”

“I have had enough of both of you!” You shouted, turning a few heads your way. “I’m nearly failing potions because of you.” You took a deep breath, gripping tightly onto your books.

“Room of Requirement after dinner.”

“But-”

“Don’t argue with me, Potter. I’ll be in the library studying, so please, for once, leave me alone.”

Both boys watched as you left, turning to glare at one and other once you were out of sight.

You had been in the Room of Requirement since dinner started, sitting on the red sofa that had appeared, a desk as well, that you had all your books and parchment spread across.

Harry was first to arrive, opening his mouth to say hello, only to be silenced by you holding up a hand as you continued to scratch away at the parchment.

He nodded to himself, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch and watching you do your work. You could feel his eyes, looking at your neck, your hair, your hands even. Merlin, was Harry Potter far too curious for his own good.

Draco arrived minutes later, his usual grin in place, only to be replaced by a scowl when he saw Harry watching you.

“Started without me?”

“Hush, Draco.” You called emotionless, nearly done with all of your work.

“Do you think I have time to-”

“I said hush.” Your fiery (e/c) eyes snapped to Draco’s, a dark glare that he had never seen before on your features. “Sit down.”

You turned back to your work, the only indication that Draco had did as you asked was the small chuckle that came from Harry.

“Both of your obsessions with me have grown rather boring.” You didn’t need to look to know both boys were blushing. “It’s been since, what? Third year?” You took the silence as an answer, dropping your quill as you leaned back into the couch.

Draco was eyeing you with a rigid glance, letting you know you were definitely correct.

“Fourth for me actually,” Harry cleared his throat. “When you stayed late and helped Neville put away books in the library.”

You hummed at the memory bringing your hands up to your (h/c) tie, and slowly undoing it. Your eyes moved from Draco’s, slowly taking in Harry’s appearance. His hair was much shorter than it was fourth year, opposed to Draco who had finally stopped slicking his hair back til it was like cement.

You turned back to Harry, moving close to the Gryffindor. Slowly, you moved a hand to his cheek, pulling him in and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. Harry seemed to panic at first, but as soon as he came to his senses he relaxed and placed his hand at your waist.

You pulled back with a smile, turning to look at Draco who seemed to be absolutely fuming. You hummed at the sight standing from the couch and moving to where he sat in the chair across the room.

“Problem, Draco?” He kept his glare on you as you drew closer, running a hand through his hair and pulling it harshly to make him meet your eyes. “I think I asked you a question.”

Draco didn’t reply, grabbing your wrist, and pulling you down to press a rough kiss to your lips as his other hand found the back of your neck. Draco didn’t kiss like Harry, he wasn’t soft or warm, he was bruising and intoxicating. Almost like poison opposed to honey.

You stumbled back, but Draco followed, burrying his face into your neck as he sucked hickies onto your skin.

Your eyes met Harry’s as the boy swallowed harshly, nodding your head for him to join you. He seemed to walk over with shaky legs, relaxing when you laced your fingers into his hair.

You hummed rather loudly, pulling Draco’s attention away from your neck as you took his jaw in your hand. You leaned away from the two boys, the hand at Harry’s head softly urging him forward, the other doing the same to Draco.

Surprisingly, the Slytherin seemed hesitant, but it was outweighed by the beloved Gryffindor courage when Harry surged forward and slammed his lips into Draco’s.

Harry kissed Draco differently to you, almost like, even now, they were competing. You smiled slyly to yourself, enjoying the sight as you pulled off your jumper.

You then moved between the two boys, undoing their ties as they continued to kiss, eventually pulling away their jumpers as well.

“Draco,” your soft voice pulled him from Harry. His eyes found yours quickly, a shade darker than when he had entered the room. “Sit down.”

“Why doesn’t Potter have to sit?” You found yourself shoving him back into the couch at the retort, glaring down at him.

“Because you are an arrogant prat who needs to wait his turn for once.” You almost winced at the harshness of your voice, but then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Patients, my love.”

You took Harry by the hand as you fell back onto the couch, the opposite side of Draco, softly pushing Harry to kneel in front of you.

You found yourself grinning when Harry’s hands went to your belt instantly, suddenly realizing maybe Saint Potter wasn’t as innocent as you thought.

That was confirmed when he pulled your hard on from your boxers, Harry giving it a few good strokes before slowly leaning forward and taking your cock down his throat.

“Merlin, Harry.” Your hand went to his hair, pushing his head further down. Meeting his eyes and receiving no indication for you to stop made you moan out loud, all too aware of Draco squirming in his spot. “Such a good boy for me, Harry.”

As Harry continued to swallow around your cock, you lulled your head to the side, meeting Draco’s with a lazy wink.

He seemed like he was about to beg to suck you off. Now there’s a thought, Draco Malfoy begging you to fuck him until he saw stars.

“Up.” You gave Harry a soft nudge, pulling him upward in front of Draco. “Be a dear would you, love?”

Harry leaned against you for support, Draco slowly getting to his knees in front of you both.

“Doesn’t he look pretty on his knees, Harry?” You whispered into the boy’s ear, Draco’s glossy eyes meeting yours. Harry gave a whine, nodding his head as he grinded his arse back onto your dick. “Go on then, Draco.”

He hesitantly leaned forward, taking Harry down his throat slowly, a loud moan coming from the Gryffindor. Draco took his time with Harry, moving his head back and forth and gaining a new sound from Harry everytime.

“Tell him how pretty he looks.”

“Godric, Malfoy-” Harry gasped when your hand came down on his backside roughly, letting out a shaky breath. “You look good sucking me off, Draco.”

You heard the Slytherin hum around his dick, Harry tensing as he leaned against you.

Slowly, you moved your fingers to Harry’s entrance, pressing one in without warning.

“Shit, Y/n.” Harry began panting as you worked a finger in and out of him quickly, adding a second shortly after as Draco sped up as well.

“Down his throat, darling,” you bit the side of Harry’s neck, sure to leave a dark bruise.

Harry let out a guttural moan, and by the way Draco’s adam’s apple moved up and down, you knew he had swallowed all of the boy’s release.

You slowly removed your fingers from Harry, helping him sit on the couch.

“Such a good boy, darling,” you pressed a kiss to his temple.

You then turned back to Draco, nodding to tell him to stand. He did so without question, and you could see him through his trousers, rock hard as he practically drooled at the thought of you.

You stepped close to him, pulling him into a rough kiss as your hand went to his throat.

“Turn around,” you whispered against his lips. He did as told, and you pushed him forward until his hips came in contact with the desk.

You moved your hands to undo his belt, one hand pulling down his boxers and trousers while the other slowly jerked him off.

Draco Malfoy was the last person you expected to whine at your touch, but you assumed that just went along with him being a prat.

“Bend over.” You whispered against his ear, biting harshly in the same place you had Harry. “Be good like Potter, won’t you?”

He slowly leaned over the desk, his arms in front of him to hold him up. You grinned at the sight, sucking on your fingers quickly, before pushing into Draco.

You heard his head come into contact with the desk, pushing back into your fingers with needy breaths.

“Done this before have you? Fingered yourself in the dormitories before anyone came back from dinner, pretending it was me.” You added another finger and Draco gave a whiny moan, gripping tightly onto the desk. “Maybe you even asked Zabini to do it for you, work you open just like this.” You added a third finger, brushing against his prostate, causing him to push back into you with a groan.

“Please,” he whimpered.

“I can’t hear you, love. Louder.”

“Please, Y/n. Merlin, please fuck me.”

You hummed at his shouting, moving your fingers and quickly replacing it with your dick. You didn’t give Draco time to adjust, catching him just enough off guard that all the throaty whines and pleas were coming from him at top volume.

“Harder, please, Y/n. Harder, fuck.”

You did as asked, taking a handful of Draco’s hair and pulling him back to meet your thrusts. Without realizing, Harry had managed to sneak beside the both of you, moving his hand down to stroke Draco in time with your thrusts.

“See why Harry got to finish first?” You hummed in question as you mouthed at Draco’s neck. “He’s a giver. But I have to say, I do prefer the whines coming from you, Draco.”

“Again,” he begged softly.

“Draco.” The soft whisper of his name had him coming into Harry’s hand, clenching around your cock as you came inside him as well.

You both panted for breath, slowly pulling out of Draco as Harry casted a cleaning charm, having got more time to recover than the both of you.

You all fished for your clothes in comfortable silence, a smile coming to your face as you watched Harry press a soft kiss to Draco’s cheek.

“If either of you—” You kissed Harry warmly as you gathered your books. “Get me another bad grade in potions—” You did the same to Draco. "We’re never doing this again.”

“Again?” Harry asked with a smile. “When will that be?”

“I reckon Malfoy won’t be able to walk tomorrow if I did my job right,” you spared a wink to the Slytherin. “Maybe I’ll give you a go, darling.”

You gave a nod to both boys, leaving the room with a smile as you did so, unaware to their loving gazes following after you.

Unfortunately the next day, everyone else seemed to put the pieces together of what had happened. From Draco and Harry’s matching hickies along with your own, and the outburst you had with the both of them, it wasn’t a hard puzzle to figure out.

And the teasing you all recieved from your friends was atrocious, but very, very, worth it.

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Stay Strong, Alex (Part 2)

Part 1

Part 3

The next day, (Y/n) runs into CatCo to find Kara.

"Kara. Hi," (Y/n) says, walking up to Kara.

"(Y/n)," Kara says in a monotone voice. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just looking for Alex. I was wondering if she checked in with you?"

"Didn't you crash at her place last night?" Kara asks and (Y/n) turns to meet Kara's emerald gaze.

"She said she was going to catch up with you but she never came back," (Y/n) replies, her eyes glimmering with worry. "What, did she not stay with you?"

"She never caught up with me," Kara says. "Maybe she went to the DEO."

"Kara, Winn said she didn't check in last night or report this morning," (Y/n) tells her girlfriend's sister.

"Huh . . ." Kara says softly and then her phone rings. "Ah. Mystery solved."

(Y/n) lets out a sigh of relief as Kara answers her phone, but her fear spikes again when Kara's eyes widen with horror.

Kara's phone dings and (Y/n) steps forward to look at the screen and sees a picture of an unconscious Alex lying on the floor.

. . .

Alex lifts her head off the floor, dazed, her head pounding.

She gets to her feet, swaying uncertainly.

Alex glances up at the camera and her gaze flickers in and out.

"Hello," she calls and electricity buzzes all around her.

Alex breathes heavily and presses her hands the glass, trying to peer through the darkness.

"Hello," she calls again, stepping back into the middle of the stone cage.

Alex pounds against the glass and then looks back up to the camera. "I knew I recognized you from the elevator," she says, looking a little scared. "I know who you are. The people that I work with, they will find me."

Alex's heart aches when she thinks of (Y/n) - who was probably worried sick about her - and Kara, her beloved sister - who she had looked after for so long.

"And when they do, you will be in a world of hurt," Alex says, her tone growing more and more furious. "So, I am giving you one chance. Free me, now," the silence is starting to spook Alex a little. "When I get out of here, I will end you!" she yells finally.

She slams her hands against the glass again, trying to find a way out of her prison.

. . .

Back at the DEO, there is a meeting going on, trying to find the person who took Alex.

"The person on the call who says they kidnapped Alex, what exactly did they say on the call?" J'oon asks.

"He said he would kill Alex if I didn't break Peter Thompson out of Albatross Bay," Kara says and (Y/n) looks down at the table she was sitting at, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "He said he knows Kara Danvers is Supergirl. He's targeting Alex because she's my sister."

"This might be stating the obvious here, but why don't we just spring Peter Thompson and bring Alex home?" Mon-El asks.

"The DEO does not negotiate with terrorists," J'oon tells the Daxomite.

"But this is Alex," Mon-El argues.

"If we do this once, we'll open the floodgates. Every bad guy will know Supergirl can be controlled."

"And even if we do what he wants," (Y/n) says softly. This was the first time she had spoke since she learned of Alex's disappearance. "It doesn't guarantee he'll release her. She's his insurance."

"All right, people, let's get to work!" J'oon says.

The meeting disperses and J'oon walks over to Winn. "Winn, any luck with Alex's subdermal tracker?

"No, it's been offline since 10:00 last night," Winn replies. "Whoever took her must have found some way to power it down."

Mon-El rests his hand on Kara's elbow as the Kryptonian begins to look more fearful.

"Where are we triangulating the signal from the phone calls?" J'oon asks.

As soon a Winn speaks, (Y/n) runs her hands through her disheveled hair and after a moment, rests her head in her hands, "We're nowhere. The caller used four different arrays to scramble the signal. You guys, listen," Winn continues, looking back at Alex's girlfriend and sister, "we gotta move."

"All right, let's start with what we do know," J'oon says, returning to the table. "If this guy knows your Supergirl, we use that to our advantage."

"That's gotta be a short list," Mon-El says quickly, turning to Kara. "Who knows your secret?"

"Jeremiah, Eliza, Clark, the DEO . . ." Kara pauses, as though thinking, " . . . Lillian Luthor."

"Does Peter Thompson have ties with CADUMS?" (Y/n) asks Winn.

"No, I already checked. There's nothing," Winn answers.

"Then you're asking the wrong question," (Y/n) says, her cop brain running on steroids at this point. "We don't know where Alex was taken, so we need to find out what Peter Thompson's connection with our kidnapper is."

. . .

(Y/n), Kara and J'oon walk into the prison.

"Mr. Thompson," J'oon flashes his FBI badge. "Hank Henshaw, FBI. This is Detective (L/n) from NCPD, and Ms. Danvers from CatCo Magazine."

"The feds, a pig, and a journo," Thompson says, looking between the three. "To what do I owe this confusing pleasure?" he asks.

(Y/n) - in cop mode now - throws a manilla folder on the table between Thompson and J'oon. "Your jacket's a thrilling read. Three home invasions, two DUIs, two counts of felony murder."

"You all didn't come down here just to flatter me, did you?" Thompson asks, meeting (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. (Y/n) takes a breath, "This morning, we got a call from an anonymous source, asking that you be released from prison."

"Someone wants me out of jail?" Thompson laughs. "Not used to that. People usually want to keep me behind bars."

"A life sentence can't be all that easy," J'oon says, "being in here all by yourself. You ever keep in contact with anyone on the outside?" he questions.

"Just last week," Thompson replies, "Mr. JC Penney sent me a letter. He said there was a sale on galoshes." Kara's eyes burn and she steps forward as Thompson continues. "It's just that I don't have anywhere to wear them."

Kara slams her fist onto the metal table, startling (Y/n) a little. "Enough!" she orders. "My sister's been kidnapped, and her life is on the line until we find out who wants you out of prison."

"Ms. Danvers . . ." J'oon says warningly.

"So save us the sarcasm! Who is it? Who has her?"

"Calm down," (Y/n) says, her voice equally as warning as J'oon's and she places a hand on Kara's arm.

"Who has my sister?" Kara yells, ignoring (Y/n) and J'oon.

"I don't know," Thompson says, meeting Kara's furious gaze.

"You're lying," Kara says angrily, her eyes narrowing.

"He's not," J'oon says. "We're done here."

The officer pulls Thompson to his feet and leads the fugitive out of the interrogation room.

"Why'd you let him go?" Kara asks J'oon.

"Because I read his mind," the Martian answers. "He's telling the truth." J'oon gets up from the table.

"Losing control is not gonna help us find Alex faster," (Y/n) tells the superhero. "It's only going to get her killed."

Kara stares at (Y/n) for a moment, and then her phone rings. "Winn," she says, sounding almost defeated.

. . .

Kara lands outside a house and busts down the door.

"Alex! Alex!" she yells as she runs through the house.

Sticking her head in one of the rooms, Kara sees a set of computer screens with Alex projected on them.

"Alex. Alex!" Kara says softly, walking up the screens. "Alex!"

"She can't hear you, Kara," comes a voice and Kara turns around to see a blonde man standing in the doorway.

"Rick?" Kara asks in disbelief.

"Jeez, I haven't seen you since graduation," is Rick's reply. "You look great."

Kara's eyes blaze and she grabs Rick, lifting him off the ground. "Where's my sister?" she demands.

"You break my father out of prison yet?" Rick asks, his teeth clenched.

"You know I can't do that," Kara murmurs.

"Can't or won't?" Rick questions.

Kara throws Rick back into a wall with a grunt.

"Tell me where she is," Kara growls.

That's not how this works," Rick answers. "Now, why don't you try and play nice, Kara?" he asks. "You were always the nice one."

Kara sighs, a hardened look on her face.

"Just let me talk to her," Kara breathes, looking over her shoulder at her sister on the monitors.

"Well, if that gets you to play ball, then I'm happy to help," Rick says, sliding around Kara to type on the keyboard.

The monitor chimes.

"Alex!" Kara croaks. "Alex!"

"Kara, is that you?" Alex calls. "Rick Malverne from Midvale, he kidnapped me!" Alex places her hand on the glass, facing the camera.

"I know," Kara replies. "I'm with him right now. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"My tracker. Can you use my tracker?" Alex asks, and Kara can hear the frantic tone of her sister's voice.

"It's not working. We don't know -" Rick cuts Kara off.

"Okay, that's enough of a reunion, I think," Rick says.

"No, wait," Kara says.

Rick sighs, "It's simple. She's told you she's okay. And now we trade my father for Alex."

"Your father is a murderer," Kara retorts.

"Manslaughter-er," Rick corrects.

"Tell me where she is," Kara demands again.

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

Kara's eyes burn red from her building heat-vision and Rick leans closer, "oh, wow, it's even cooler up close. You hurt me, you'll never find her. And she'll die. Slowly."

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yukiobeyme · 4 years

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NSFW Headcanons Lucifer

I think I wrote over the word limit for an ask so I am doing this as a text post

@annyewolfbbx requested Hello,can I please get some nsfw hcs with Lucifer? Thank you 💞

So, I just did the NSFW Alphabet for him, hmu if you want the other brothers. Thank you for the request!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Just as important as teasing/preparations he does before he even thinks about entering you. The level of aftercare depends on what type of sex you had. The times he is rougher, using toys, overstimulating you, and marking you up; he makes sure to clean you with a towel, ointment on bruises if any before he would gather you in his arms and holding you close. Either way he would bury his head into you neck, giving you light kissing, and whispering praise and thanking you. He makes sure you fall asleep first before he even entertains the idea.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His has plenty of favorite spots of you. Your neck, thighs, and mouth are probably his absolute favorite. Your neck and thighs are always so beautiful to mark and claim as his. While your mouth always looks so pretty wrapped around his dick, how your mouth stretches over his girth, it’s a major turn-on.

His favorite part of his body is his hands, simply how big they are compared to your tiny frame and how you react when he touches you. His hands fits perfectly around your throat or seeing his long slim fingers enter in and out of you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves watching it drip out of you or coating you with it. It is a way of marking you, his favorite spots are your back or on your face. It makes his cock twitch in interest all over again. When it’s on you back he will sometimes clean most of it with his tongue but when it’s on your face it’s a turn on to watch you clean it off yourself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Though he will deny it, he had a fling and was friends with benefits for Diavolo for a while. It started by accident when they were both getting frustrated and heated with each other and Diavolo just smashes their lips together. Diavolo absolutely dominated him. Whenever they had stress or annoyed with each other they hooked up. Though there were times when it started with Lucifer and Diavolo sharing expensive wine and Diavolo praised Lucifer for all his hard work and how amazing he was. Diavolo would go until Lucifer was flustered, squirming, couldn’t look him in the eyes, and was practically begging for him to stop. They have no hard feelings about ending the friends with benefits, it happened after Diavolo saw how Lucifer seemed to be attractive to you. Diavolo respects Lucifer to never tease him in front of his brothers about their old relationship; Diavolo can’t help but praise him the same way. The only other person who knew about the relationship was Barbatotos.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

It goes without saying that he is a desirable demon, but he refused. The damage to his pride and power someone could hold over him because he had sex with them wasn’t something, he was willing to risk. (Or that’s what he claims; see Dirty Secret) but when it comes to humans, he has no experience. All he knows is you are weaker than him so he can’t release his full strength on you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is usually pretty serious especially when it comes to scenes, though he is known to chuckle darkly when you start to squirm and beg, and he isn’t giving in. When its slow and gentle expect some chuckles or laughs again it’s when you squirm and beg for him. But it’s also sex and sometimes weird noises happen and you are usually about to laugh it off.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He loves making sure he looks nice that includes being groomed and well kept. His carpet does match the drapes for the most part, though it seems his carpet seems to have more of a dark brown to them.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is more intimate and romantic behind closed doors, though he loves to show you off that you are his. He, of course, refers to you as his beloved all the time. He is gentle and slow whenever you need it or if he needs to just have you close to him. Those nights expect every inch of your body to be worship

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He rarely did before your sex life picked up. He does it more often now, especially when he is stressed, angry/worked up, or he is struggling with his demons and needs a distraction. Though he really prefers to see you out.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a lot of them but makes sure you are interested in them before he tries them on you.

To just name a few

Sadism: He loves to inflict pain, preferably physical pain. Which is evidence in his other kinks.

Dominance: This is the most obvious one, his dominates in the street and in the sheets. He loves the power play aspect of it and having you under him and having his way with you.

Impact Play: The sound of paddles or whips when it comes in contact with your skin, it drives him wild. Watching the bruises form is a form of marking you and a reminder of who you belong too. He loves the following days when you squirm or flinch a little because of the bruising.

Wax Play: This was one you suggested to him to do to you. It was the first thing you requested, and he was so prideful when you came to him and shyly asking him for something you wanted. He enjoys watching you squirm under the wax, his favorite color of was is white because it looks like cum is coating your body.

Bondage: He is a control freak; he enjoys it when you just must take what he gives to you and can’t touch him. You squirm and beg to touch him; you tend to be louder and react more.

Humiliation: He isn’t much into name-calling but he loves to scold you when you get worked up to quick, get too loud or beg. He really into making you embarrassed which mainly is body worship and mirror sex. He makes you explicitly state what you want.

Gagging: He loves seeing your mouth stuffed with something. How your lips stretch around the ball is a turn on.

Edgeplay/ Overstimulation: It’s another form of embarrassment and humiliation for him. You make the prettiest sounds; whine and high-pitched noises. He loves to bring you to the edge, or he loves to continue to give you stimulation after you orgasm.

Ones he likes you to do to him include:

Urethra play/ Sounding (inserting a toy into the urethra): he was surprised by how much he loved it. It intimate makes him vulnerable and having to trust you.

Bondage: Occasionally likes to be tied up, it’s mainly when he wants you to dominate him.

Pegging: it took a while before he allowed you to peg him. He never comes to you when he craves it, but you started to learn the signs when he needed and craved it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the comfort, privacy, and safety of his room, simply because he can put a powerful barrier up that stops his brothers from disturbing you. Though he doesn’t mind your room either. He also enjoys the occasional session in his office, you look absolutely divine when you are bent over his desk.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you come into his office when he is working, and you bring him tea and rub his shoulders. He practically purrs at the contact and lets his eyes close and his head fall back.

While it isn’t his favorite way of teasing him and making him jealous turns him on. Teasing includes how you sway your hips, how you seem to arch a little when he looks at you, or when you come in his office to straddle his waist. At first, he was super jealous when you hung out with his brothers too much and you would purposely make him more jealous out of frustration. It took a few long talks and withholding sex before he tried to control it more though sometimes, he can’t help it.

He also gets turned on when you give him your lust feel eyes or when he feels you are eye-fucking him. It makes his ego grow to an unbelievable size and makes him want to take you then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Soft Limits:

CBT (Cock and Ball Torture): His balls are more sensitive than average and it’s too distracting when he needs to work.

Butt Plugs: Much like CBT it’s distracting for him, but under certain and very specific conditions he will allow it

Hard Limits:

24/7: he doesn’t mind have a scene last all day; where you are his little pet or servant for the day, but a lifestyle just isn’t in his taste.

Foot Fetish/ Foot Job: He just doesn’t see the attraction and would rather have a blow job.

Piss Play: Don’t even ask, just no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving a blow job. You just look so pretty and perfect with your mouth around him. He enjoys to face fuck you and watching you tear up when his dick hits the back of your throat. On your request, you tried cock warming and he lost his mind, he constantly when from being soft and hard and it was one of the first times you saw him squirm.

He also adores giving oral to you. He loves watching you come apart because of his mouth and tongue. He loves how he can hold your hips down and shows you how strong he really it, the bruises on your hips from his fingers are his absolute favorite. He doesn’t mind having you sit on his face either, he feels like he can reach spots he can’t when you are laying down. How loud you get drives him wild and just boosts his ego.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most times it starts slow, agonizing slow but as he gets closer to the edge or if he is angry it’s rough and fast that has your crying out at every thrust

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan, he prefers going slow and taking you apart. Though he doesn’t mind shower sex when you are both in a rush, it saves water. He does enjoy the aspect of being rough and fast with you though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Willing to try everything once, especially its something you are interested in.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It feels like he can last forever, bring you to peak over and over again without seeming like he is close. When it’s a scene it’s usually once or twice depending on how draining the scene is for the both of you. On nights when there isn’t the scene, he prefers a round or three, even if he doesn’t get off ever time he prefers to make sure you come apart the most.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh god yes, especially when you started to explore BDSM. Everything from paddles, whips, cuffs, rope, vibrators, dildos, and gags. He prefers to use those items on you, but when he bottoms, he doesn’t mind being tied up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Adores it and gets off on it. Expect to be pleading with him and being brought to tears with a yearning for him. How his eyes light up will always make you arch and beg louder.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Varies. When he is dominating or topping you, he usually is close to your ear giving soft moans and grunts making sure only you can hear how amazing you make him feel. When he is the one being dominated, he tends to be louder, he tries to bite his lips trying to keep quiet, but you don’t allow it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He isn’t a top though he seems to radiate top energy, he is a switch. Though it takes time for him to come forward with you. He waits until he feels like he can really trust you. He feels vulnerable and weak, but sometimes when he is stressed or when his thoughts are racing; he needs to have his control taken away and just feel raw with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is longer than average around 8 inches, but his girth is below average. Though he proves that it doesn’t matter. His testicles are bigger than average and are sensitive, it’s a way to make him cum quick at an embarrassing speed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It fluctuates a lot, especially when he is stressed. His sex drive either increases with need or decrease to almost non-existence. When he isn’t stressing it’s average and is always open to sex when you need it. When you start planning a new scene and playtime his sex drives through the roof because he just can’t wait to have his way with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He waits for you, so it depends on how quickly you fall asleep. In the meantime, he would trace patterns on you and whispers praises until you fall asleep listening to him.

#yuki writes #Yuki Writes!#Yuki writes a lemon about a demon #Lemon Time with a Demon #lucifer obey me #obey me luficer

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ofsundropsx · 3 years

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what the hair!?

T A G G I N G : eugene, cassandra & gothel

T I M E F R A M E : a few days ago

L O C A T I O N : reagan’s home

N O T E S : things have gotten a little hairy. this does contain spoilers for tangled the series so be warned ( if you haven’t watched it yet what are you doing ??? it’s a masterpiece. )

for years, reagan’s hair defined who she was. it was her hair she was kidnapped for, it’s her hair that made her have value. it’s her hair that cured those around her. for majority of her time on earth the 70 feet of hair that was attached to her carried so much weight. no just physically but metaphorically. when eugene had cut her hair to free her from gothel she believed it was the last time her hair would have such power in her life.

it’s what reagan wanted to believe but that wasn’t the truth.

after her hair was cut it was turned brown and stopped growing. it happened to her once when she was a baby and it happened once again when she was freed. she had kept her natural brunette locks for sometime until she decided to dye it blonde. it felt right in a sense. again, reagan had put so much emphasis on her hair. it was a big part of her identity, those long blonde locks. it didn’t feel right to be a brunette, thus, she dyed her hair blonde. however, it didn’t grow. her hair still remained short. it felt like a weight had been lifted off her in the sense of the actual weight her hair carried but also the significance of Gothel. with her hair mostly gone it felt like any ties she had to the woman she called mother for eighteen years was gone as well. it was a start. the trauma she harbored from the years of mental abuse from Gothel still lingered in her body and Reagan wasn’t ready to face that. She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready to. she covered those emotional scars with the happy events that happened in her life. The move to elias, the birth of Elio - they were all happy little bandaids covering the underlying issues.

despite that, life was normal. reagan couldn’t complain. well, life was as normal as it could be. it was the day of elio’s birthday that she realized her hair had grown some. now that, was off given that her hair wasn’t supposed to grow after it was cut. yet here it was grazing her shoulders, clearly longer that it had been for a year. it was to hide with a messy bun. now wasn’t the time to worry about her hair especially on her son’s first birthday. if anything, reagan didn’t think much about it at all. perhaps whatever weird magic that involved her hair was reversing. she didn’t know. nor did she care.

she didn’t care until the dream she had the other night.

it started off beautiful, she was in the kingdom of corona chasing her beloved chameleon, picasso. her parents were walking through halls arm in arm the way they always did. she found their love admirable. she hoped to be as happy as them with eugene. speaking of, he was there too walking not too far behind them. she had hugged her parents tight, not going a day without some sort of affection. she had spent eighteen years without them and reagan wanted to soak in every moment with them. after that she placed a kiss to Eugene’s cheek, as always. she was overly affectionate and head over heels in love with him. she continued to chase picasso into she stopped cold in her tracks seeing her standing in front of her window.

gothel.

her dream soon turned into a nightmare when she was greeted by the same voice that haunted her still to this day.

“ Hello Reagan, ” she called the same way she always had. “ did you think I was gone forever ? ” it was the same condescending tone she had grown used to echoing thought the room. gothel strutted her way towards reagan, reaching out to caress her face and head the way she always did. the touch lingering longer on her hair as per usual. “ what’s the matter dear aren’t you happy to see your mommy ? ” it had been years since Reagan had dreamed of Gothel. they were practically nonexistent up until now. she wanted to yell that she didn’t miss her and she wanted her gone but she couldn’t find her voice. instead she just stood there looking wide eyed at the woman as she made her way back to the window. with her back faced to her once more, reagan tried to find the words but she was stopped when gothel turned around, her arms raised and black rocks erupting from the floor. soon she wasn’t in her room anymore, instead she was surrounded by the black rocks. they very black rocks she had seen not too long ago with Cassandra.

she tried to run but with each step she was stopped by another rock forming in front of her glowing bright blue until they settled into place. with a barrier of rocks trapping her within, reagan felt a headache come on. her reached with both hands, holding her head as she tried to soothe the ache. her eyes fell shut, wincing at the pain. she felt light. the same light that coursed through her whenever she sang the healing incantation. her hair felt warm in the same way too as if her hair was emitting the same light it did years ago.

and it was. her hair was glowing once again.

“ and look, your hair as returned. oo, isn’t that wonderful ! ”

green hues blinked opened to see a golden storm of long flowing hair reach up to the sky. reagan’s hair was long once again and flowing all around her, glowing bright. she looked before her to see gothel’s reflection in the rocks. “come now dear, let’s get back to your tower where you’ll be safe and secure.”

her heart was beating fast. she felt like she was drowning trying to escape. the words struck fear into reagan. a fear she hadn’t felt in so long and a fear she didn’t know she could possibly feel ever again. she looked around frantically, searching for someone, anyone to save her. the only thing she could see was her hair and the rocks with gothel’s refection in every single one. gothel screamed ‘reagan’ to get her attention, the rocks shattering as she did so.

everything went white after that.

reagan jolted up from her bed in a cold sweat realizing it was a dream. there was an audible ‘thud’ and her vision blurred once she came too. a long curtain of gold covered her face, pooled around her body and cascaded to the floor. she could have gasped right then and there but with eugene sleeping next to her and elio in his crib, her hands flew to her mouth to stop her from waking them. her hair was back.

her hair was back.

quickly, she got out of bed as fast as she could without waking eugene. she grabbed her hair in a rush, doing her best not to trip over it as she ran to the bathroom. as she looked in the mirror she came face to face with a person she had not seen in so long. reagan’s long golden locks were back once again. how could this be ? she thought her hair and her powers were gone when eugene cut them. this couldn’t have been happening. she paced the bathroom, frantically as she thought about how this could have happened. it didn’t take long for her to finally connect the dots.

the black rocks.

cassandra had told her that they began showing up in corona not too long before she left to join reagan here. they two hand ventured off a month ago to see them showing up on the outskirts of elias as well. when reagan had touched the rock her hair began to glow nothing happened but it her hair did glow. she believed it was a fluke. maybe whatever residing energy of the sundrop that laid within her reacted to the rocks that night - if there was any. she was sure of it now given the current state of her hair. whatever those rocks were, wherever they came from, they were the reason her hair was back.

reagan thought she would never have hair problems again. she thought she was free from the confinements of her locks but now they were back and she didn’t know what to do.

or how she was going to tell eugene and cassandra her hair was back.

#sp: wth #this is loooooooong over due #n e ways

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vivalaluciforever · 3 years

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Brothers x Reader - Help? Please?

Third-person pov:

It was a perfectly normal day in the House of Lamentations. Mammon was running around and causing Lucifer problems, Beel was raiding the fridge, and Asmo was doing his daily skincare routine. It was just like any other boring Sunday. To the chagrin of the brothers, the human was out with the angels at the moment.

None of them were expecting what happened next, and it would be to the utter terror of all of the brothers to remember this indelible mark on the year.

Satan pov:

It's about time I got to this. I haven't cleaned up any of my book piles in roughly a century, so it's long overdue. Honestly, I wouldn't even bother since it doesn't bother me, but after seeing (Y/N) almost get crushed by a falling pile of books... yeah. It is time to clean a little. At the bare minimum, it's for the safety of my beloved human.

Reaching down, I grab an open book that was laying on the floor. Suddenly, the weirdest tingly feeling begins to spread over my body, and the last thing I see before the blinding white flash was the word 'cursed'.

(Y/N) pov:

BRING! BRING! Huh? Simeon and Luke thankfully stop walking so that I can answer my phone. Looking at the caller ID, I realize that it is Lucifer calling me. Quickly, I swipe to answer the phone call and swiftly place it on my ear.

"Hello? Lucifer? Is something the matter? You know I'm with the angels. You gave me your permission since you knew who I was with." I state into the phone.

Suddenly, a deep growly voice responds. "(Y/N), I know you asked to spend time with the angels, but we need your help here at the house. Please come quickly, it's an emergency."

Turning to the angels, I tell them the news as we start to head back to the House of Lamentations. "Lucifer? Are you alright? Your voice sounds like you have a cold or something."

"Just please hurry." he gruffly replies. "And don't let the angels come in."

"Alright?" I state questionly and then hang up.

After a little while more walking and talking to the two angels, specifically telling the younger of the two my apologies, we make it to the House of Lamentations. Walking up to the door, I give the two hugs and close the gate behind them. I make sure they round the corner before I turn back to the door. However, before I can open it, the door is yanked open and a hand yanks me into the house while quickly slamming the door shut.

Before I can orient myself, I feel the smooth surfaces of rings on my arm. "Mammon? There really was no need to AHHHHHHHH! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?" I scream in utter shock.

Turning into the hallway, I take in each of the brothers' appearances. Processing everything before me, I feel the blood drain from my face. Quickly my mind shuts down and blackness overtakes my vision.

Mammon pov:

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" I exclaim, jumping forward to catch her falling body. "OOF!"

Holding her to my chest, I sweep the hair out of my eyes and turn to the others. "She passed out!"

"I did not expect that," states Lucifer with a deep sigh.

Satan just shakes his head in agreement. "Neither did I. Maybe we should have given her a better warning."

"MAYBE?! SHE JUST PASSED OUT! YEAH, WE SHOULD HAVE GIVEN HER MORE WARNIN'!" I shout.

"Mammon," Lucifer utters threateningly. "Calm down. She's waking up."

Slowly, my precious human starts to stir in my arms. Delicately, she opens her (e/c) eyes. "Ugh... Mammon I had the worst dream that- AHHHHH!" She screams once more.

"Hey! Hey! It's still me! I'm still myself! Everything's alright! Breathe!" I state fastly as I see the shock return to her eyes.

Quickly she looks at the others and then back up at me. I gently brush her (h/l) hair out of her face and caress her cheek. It takes a couple of minutes, but eventually, she calms back down.

(Y/N) pov:

"How did?" I trail off, looking up at Mammon's face.

He just shakes his head. "How did we become women?"

"Umm... yeah... that," I mumble out.

He pointedly looks up at Satan. "Well smarty pants, why don't you tell her?"

"I was cleaning up some books in my room." he sighs, hair shimmering this way and that with his movement. "I decided that after they almost fell on you that it was time to clean it up, and basically I picked up an open cursed book without realizing that it was one. Suddenly everybody's bodies started to tingle, we all saw a white flash, and when we came to we were girls."

Letting out a deep sigh, I turn to him. "Satan. How many times have I told you to be more careful?"

"I'm sorry," he mutters eyes downcast.

"It is what it is. How long does it last?" I question.

Lucifer lets out a deep, and very feminine, sigh. "Apparently this transformation lasts for a week."

"Oh... wow," I say. "Ok, um. First things first, we are getting you all women's clothes because your normal clothes look very... uncomfortable. Then we'll pull that hair out of your guy's faces. Lastly, we'll get some extra time-of-month products, just in case."

Levi curiously tilts his head, and it is admittedly very cute. "Time of month products?"

"Do none of you know what that means?!" I question incredulously.

They all shake their heads. Even Lucifer and Asmo have no clue what it is! Shaking my head, I sit up and out of Mammon's hold. Standing up, I dash to my room and come back with a tape measure.

"Now, with the clothes, I'll probably lean towards larger sizes to make this easier on all of us, so if they're baggy I'm sorry. However, you'll only need them for this week. Thank heavens it's a national Devildom holiday and you have the week off. Regardless, come here. Lucifer first, I know you can be an example for me." I spout out in a breath. Surprisingly, Lucifer shakes his head no. "Come on guys, I need someone."

Beel kindly steps forward. "I'll do it (Y/N)."

"Thank you, Beel. Now come here, and all of you watch so you're ready." I demand.

Beel comes and stands in front of me and I quickly ask him to lift up his arms. He does as I ask and I measure around his ribcage, and so forth. After five awkward and flustering minutes, I let Beel go. Poor baby is as bright as a tomato. Eventually, after many threats, blackmail, and complaining, I manage to get all of the brothers measured.

"W-What was t-that f-f-for?" stutters Levi, face brighter than the color scarlet.

Shaking my head, I turn around and continue to mark and organize all of my measurements. "Well, you all need some bras. I'm certain you know what those are, correct? I'll be back in roughly an hour to hour half. Stay out of trouble and call if anything insanely crazy happens." With that, I walk out the door to buy some clothes.

Entering Majolish, I wave at Sally, one of the employees. She's always working when Asmo drags me in here. Heading to the women's area, I start to size and style match clothes to the brothers to the best of my abilities. Working my way through the list, I get the following: underwear, bras, shirts, pants, and PJs. This should be good. I make my way over to the checkout and Sally starts to ring everything up.

"Hmm. Do you mind if I ask you a slightly personal question (Y/N)?" she hums as she checks me out.

Shaking my head, I sadly pull out my checkbook. Thankfully it's tied to Lucifer's bank account. "Sure."

"Who are all of these for, because I've checked you and Asmodeus out so many times, I know these don't fit you," she states.

Think fast! Think fast! "They're for some friends and family in the human realm. I'm going to visit them and they asked me what the clothes were like and if they were the same or not, so I told them I'd just buy them all a ton and bring them when I visit next weekend."

"Oh! That's so nice of you! I'm sure they'll love them." she exclaims, handing me the bagged-up clothes.

With that, I rush out of the store and run to the Devildom target or Tearget. Why tearget I don't know. Maybe they originally only sold torn clothes. Rushing in and out, I grab some hairbands, new hairbrushes, more conditioner, and some time-of-month products. Only heaven knows how much we will need it.

After what actually turned out to be two hours, I find myself rushing up to the gate of the house. I close said gate, rush past the tombstones, and walk through the door which someone had conveniently opened for me. Huffing and puffing, I set down the millions of bags and sink to the floor.

"Jeez (Y/N)! You were gone for two hours!" proclaims Mammon as he sets his sights on me.

Asmo bounces over to me reaching for the bags. "Ooooo~ So~ What did you get for us?"

"Oh Asmo," I exclaim while shaking my head. "Still as happy as ever. You all should be grateful that I've picked up a quick tongue from being around all of you."

"Please tell me that you didn't let it leak." blurts a frazzled Lucifer.

Hugging him, or is it her, I pat the top of his raven-haired head. "No. I managed to save it and say everything was for family and friends who were curious about your world's clothes and other necessities."

"Nice save," mumbles Beel. His voice is entirely muffled by his stuffed mouth.

After hugging Beel, I turn back to the others. "So, time for clothes. Yes, I am watching you change. Technically this isn't like your actual body so don't freak out, and I mainly just want to check the bras. Since Beel went first last time then I'll ask him to go first this time also. Are you alright with that Beel?"

Shaking his head, I lead all seven of the brothers to my room. I let Beel in first and slam the door behind them all. I give him a rundown of home to put on underwear and a bra and then I turn around. After roughly ten minutes of struggling in the background, Beel says he's ready. Giving his bra a quick look over, and asking if he's comfortable, I hand him his clothes and turn back around. Hence how the cycle of brothers started. Eventually, after the stuttering, taming of the rare wild lusty Asmo, and helping Levi past a panic attack, we had it all figured out.

Next is the hair. Stepping out into the hallway, I force the seven of them into my room, herding Lucifer to the bath first. After pushing him under the water faucet, I use my shampoo to wash out his now medium-back-length hair. The reason I got the conditioner is that I knew that the majority of the guys didn't have any, so I quickly work the conditioner through the ends and washed it out. Lastly, I blow-dried his hair and wrapped it into a braided bun so that it was out of his face.

Therefore the process continued. Mammon got a high ponytail, and Levi got a fishtail braid (LOL the meme of it killed him). I yanked Satan's into a low bun, Asmo got curls (diva), Beel got a french braid, and Belphie got pigtail braids.

Finally, I spend the rest of the night answering any and all questions, and qualms. It's going to be a very long week.

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nicka-nell · 4 years

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I'm Kiyoomi Sakusa and I'm a germaphobe - Chapter 32: A new heart beats

Words: 1.698 Warning: angst, mention of blood, manga spoiler

Chapter 31 - The beginning of the picture book | Masterlist

(y/n) = your name | (l/n) = last name | (e/c) = eye colour | (h/c) = hair colour

“(y/n)!” he screams and runs quickly towards his love. Full of fear, he holds her in his arms and feels the blood on his hands as he holds her to the waist. “A doctor! We need a doctor!” he shouts as loudly as he can and presses (y/n) firmly, with tears in his eyes in his arms. Only now does he see a man with a gun and shaky hands standing in front of him, who is pushed to the ground by several passers-by. “This is how it feels to lose a loved one! She killed my wife and left my son and me behind!” The man roars with a furious voice. This is the husband of her first deceased patient... But he doesn’t waste another second on this man. Because he looks down at his wife, crying. “(y/n)...” There’s a dull, sad voice in her ears. It’s the one from Kiyoomi. She wants to open her eyes, move her mouth and tell him everything will be fine. But she won’t make it. She feels his warm body on hers. He warms her, because she is getting colder and colder. Her fingertips begin to tingle, and she notices how a numbness prevents her from reaching for Kiyoomis hand. She’s so cold... She’s tired... and she’s having a hard time breathing. “(y/n) my love... Open your eyes, please. Stay with me! Stay with us!” she hears the sobbing voice of her husband. Kiyoomi... Wakami, who heard the shot, comes out of the hospital with Kaede at a fast pace and runs towards Kiyoomi and (y/n). When Kaede sees his sister and all the blood on the floor, he gets sick. But he pulls himself together and wants to treat her as quickly as possible in order to save her and with good luck also the baby. “Kiyoomi! Give me (y/n) quickly! I have to get her into surgery!” Kaede calls to him and bends down to Kiyoomi. He takes (y/n) from his hands and promises to save them both. Quickly he rushes back to the hospital with Wakami and only Kiyoomi, mourning on the ground, remains. The man who shot (y/n) is still being held on the ground by the people and is being taken away by the police after only a short time. Kiyoomi, who remains on the spot for more than half an hour, now stands up to pick up the photos that (y/n) has dropped and put it in his pocket. If she hadn’t come here today... None of this would have happened. With shaky legs he goes to the hospital. He doesn’t care if he gets sick, he just wants to feel his beloved wife and their child in his arms. He would accept any virus, any disease. He just wants his family and future back. In front of the operating rooms, he sits down on a chair and looks down on his cell phone. On the phone is a photo of him and (y/n) cutting the first piece of the wedding cake together. Tears flow down his cheeks at the thought that he might never see her smile like that again. “(y/n) please... Kaede... Please don’t let her die...” He sobs bitterly and beats his cell phone against his forehead. The memory of the pregnancy comes to him. . “I’m home again!” In the evening, Kiyoomi calls into the house while he takes off his shoes and goes into the living room. But there’s no one in the living room. “I’m in the kitchen!” (y/n)’s warm voice sounds and Kiyoomi follows her voice with a smile. She’s about to cut the vegetables for a vegetable pan. “Hello my princess.” He greets her affectionately as he hugs her from behind and gives her a kiss on the hairline. “You’re home early today. Don’t you do extra training?” She asks a little surprised, otherwise he comes from training only after eight o'clock. “Our coach has his wedding day today and therefore finished the training earlier. Does it bother you that I’m here? Should I go again?” he asks quietly and distributes several kisses on her cheek. “No, I’m glad you’re here. Can you maybe take out the garbage and put some cutlery and dishes on the table? After all, I’m almost done with the vegetable pan and then we can eat right away.”, “Of course.” , he answers her quickly and gives her one last kiss on the cheek before he sets the table and ties up the garbage and takes it outside. But just before he throws the garbage into the trash can, a small object catches his eye. First Kiyoomi thinks (y/n) threw away a thermometer. But when you look closer, it’s something completely different that’s in the trash can. “Is this a pregnancy test?” he mumbles to himself. Still in disbelief, he opens the garbage bag and takes out the little test. Anyway he definitely has to wash his hands later. Clearing his throat he looks at the small plastic part. His hands are shaking and his pulse is up. Nervousness is strangely spreading in him. Two strips... “Great... What do two stripes mean...? Twins? Not pregnant? Pregnant?” he mumbles to himself again. He quickly throws away the garbage and goes into the house with the test. (y/n) has already put the food on the table and is just getting a bottle of water from the kitchen when she looks at Kiyoomi with two big question marks in his eyes. “Kiyoomi? Is everything all right?” she asks him concerned. “What... What does that mean?” The words come out of him quietly. “Kiyoomi... where... ah... this was supposed to be a surprise today...” she replied sulking. “This is a pregnancy test...” she continues. “I can see that myself. But what does that mean? Are we going to be parents? Are you... Are you really pregnant?” he still asks her in disbelief. Only a few months ago they had talked about how nice it would be if they had children. He was aware that his training and membership in the Japanese national team would not always allow him to be there, even if he would no longer play as a regular player. But he still wanted to be as good as possible for his wife and children. Experience their first words, first steps, first teeth and much more. He wanted to be there. To be a good father. And he was sure that with (y/n) at his side, he would definitely be a good father. That despite his absence, which would certainly come, they would make a wonderful family. Nodding, (y/n) looks at him. “Yeah... I... I’ve run several tests. They were all positive. We are going to have a baby.” She answers him joyfully but also somewhat unsettled. A baby... They’re actually having a baby... “(y/n)... we’re having a baby! We... We’re going to be parents... “ He mumbles joyfully to himself and does not notice how tears of joy come out of him and look down the path along his cheeks. (y/n) just wants to take a step on him but Kiyoomi is faster. Full of anticipation, he takes (y/n) firmly in his arms and starts to cry. “Kiyoomi... I can’t breathe.” He hears her voice, because her head is on his upper body. Apologetically, he leaves her alone and still looks at her stunned. “Do you want to be with the ultrasound next week? I had put it on your day off so that you can decide whether you want to come along or n-” She doesn’t manage to finish her sentence, because Kiyoomi interrupts her immediately. “Yes! Yes, I want to be there.” He answers her enthusiastically and takes her hands in his. He lovingly lifts her up to give her a few kisses. “We’re having a baby.” he whispers over and over again. “Come on, let’s eat first. Otherwise, the food will get cold. After that, we can talk about everything.” (y/n) chuckles joyfully and gives Kiyoomi a loving kiss. The day before the ultrasound, Kiyoomi couldn’t sleep at all. He was way too nervous. He moved back and forth in bed all the time and when they were finally there and the gynecologist started the examination, he ran up and down in the room completely nervous. “My good Sir... Please relax a bit. Sit next to your wife. Take a look at the monitor.” The doctor tries to calm him down. Even (y/n) tries to get him down somehow, but he’s just too nervous. “Yes... yes, yes.” he answers hastily and sits down like a clumsy toddler on the chair next to the lounger. But when he then looks at the monitor and for the first time hears the beating heart of their child and also sees how it moves, every nervousness falls away from him. Unconsciously, he reaches for (y/n)’s hand and presses it firmly, while he cannot let his eyes off the monitor. With the pressure on her hand, she looks down at Kiyoomi and puts her free hand on his. Through the touch, he leaves the monitor and looks at (y/n). “There... There’s our baby. Do you hear the heartbeats? It... It’s all real. That is really true. We are having a baby.” Loaded with joy, his eyes are filled with tears. He never thought he could ever become so emotional. He doesn’t usually cry. But now he can’t hold back his tears. Warmly he tilts his head down and looks at (y/n)’s belly. “I will protect you and Mom with everything I have. You two are my world. My queen and my princess or my prince.” He whispers to the belly and presses (y/n)’s hand firmly. - “Kiyoomi!” the voice of Osamu and those of his teammates gets him out of his thoughts.

Chapter 33 - When everything breaks, I believe in you.

Taglist: @kara-grayson04 @suna-allie @pleasemelafook-outta-ere

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Damian’s Journal - Why I’m Not Allowed to Work With Mystery Incorporated Anymore Even Though I Was Completely Justified in my Actions

Bruce, on the advice of Dinah Lance, is forcing Damian to start a journal. This series is just that, his journal entries.

This entry is about Damian Wayne meeting the Scooby-Doo gang

Word Count: 1592

A/N: Yo, this is a crack fic. Enjoy.

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Dear Journal (Not a diary)

So, hello, I guess. My name is Damian Wayne. Grayson, my older brother, suggested I start writing a journal. Of course, I strongly objected to this, however after talking to Dinah Lance, Father agreed that it would help with my 'trauma.'

I'm not allowed to go back and edit this so if there are spelling errors, my apologies.

So I suppose my first entry will be about the mayhem that happened with Mystery Incorporated.

We'd heard reports of reports of a group of people sneaking around Wayne Enterprises so of course we had to check it out. Father didn't want me to go because 'you have homework damian' but Wayne Enterprises is MY birthright so?? Of course I had to go??

I followed Father and Grayson carefully and because I am me, Damian Wayne, they didn't notice me behind them. I caught up to them right as they had surrounded the group of teenagers and surprisingly there was?? No fighting??

Apparently they knew each other??

"Batman!" a boy with blonde hair and an atrocious-looking ascot around his neck yelled.

Seriously who wears ascots anymore?? Pennyworth would faint if he saw that.

Father narrowed his eyes. "Fred," he grunted, "And the rest of you. What are you doing in Gotham this time?"

"Somebody's been dressing up as a vampire and scaring people away from Wayne Enterprises at night," a girl in an orange sweater replied, "So we were checking it out. You seriously didn't know about this?"

"I've had my hands full."

By having his hands full, Father meant going off-world to deal with some space threat because of course Hal Jordan couldn't handle it on his own. The imbecile.

I was away, also, on a mission with my best friend, Jon. He's alright I suppose. Annoyingly positive, but alright. He eats vegan burgers with me, at least.

Grayson had been in Bludhaven so we had entrusted Todd to watch Gotham but of course he missed something as significant as a threat to Wayne Enterprises?? I decided I would have a talk with him whenever he returned.

It was then I saw him.

My body buzzed with excitement. It was a dog.

And then it happened.

THE DOG TALKED.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THE DOG T A L K E D

"Reah, we were helping!" the dog barked gleefully.

I screamed in excitement and fell off the lamp post I had been holding on to.

I couldn't help it, and you couldn't have helped it either if you saw it.

Everybody looked at me.

"Robin," Batman growled, "I told you to stay behind!"

"Yeah, Robin, you had an essay to do!" Grayson agreed.

"How do you expect me to focus on an essay whenever there is a talking dog!?" I demanded as I walked to the hound.

The dog narrowed his eyes. "Rog? Where?"

"Like, hi Robin," a lanky boy who looked like he lived off marijuana and those ridiculous memes that Drake loved greeted, "This is Scooby-Doo."

"Hello Scooby-Doo it is an honor to meet you I am so excited," I babbled as I scratched him behind his ears. I usually would not act like such a child but. This is a talking dog.

"Come back with us to the Bat Cave," Father said to Ascot-Guy, who must be their team leader which is a terrible decision in my opinion because?? An ASCOT?? In 2020??

So anyways, we then went back to the Cave after blindfolding the group because there was no way we were trusting a team who entrusted their safety to an ascot-wearing buffoon to know the location of the Cave.

Father drove their vehicle, a van that looked like it was painted while lanky-guy smoked marijuana, to the Cave while Grayson rode in the Bat Mobile and I drove my Red Bird.

We got to the Cave and I instantly hopped off my motorcycle and threw open the back of the van where the dog was and enveloped him in a hug. "Let's go, Scooby-Doo, I can show you my sword collection!" I said excitedly before Father rested a hand on my shoulder.

"No time, Robin," he said, "We need a plan on how to catch this vampire."

"Oh, we have a plan," Ascot said with a wave of his hand, "Velma, Daphne and I are going to put a trip-wire down which will drop a barrel on top of him, and then we'll rush forward with chains and tie him up."

"How will you get him to fall for the trip-wire?" Grayson asked.

"Well, we'll use Shaggy and Scooby as bait, of course."

I saw red. I was shaking in fury. They were going to use?? The DOG?? As BAIT????? They were going to put the DOG IN DANGER???

Not on my watch, no sir.

"Absolutely not!" I exploded, "You are not going to put that dog in danger!! What is wrong with you, you ascot-wearing oaf!! I should call the police on you right this instant for animal cruelty!!"

Ascot blinked and took a step back. "S-Sorry Robin, it's just tradition!"

"No way!" Marijuana Man said, "I agree with the scary one! Kind of. Like, no police, but Scooby and I do not want to be bait!"

"Oh no, you can be bait," I said.

"Oh, come on guys!" Orange Girl urged, "I'll give you a Scooby Snack!"

"Scooby Snack!?" Scooby barked, "Roh boy! Rive me on of rose!"

"Like, oh boy, oh boy!" Marijuana Ma- Shaggy, agreed.

My eyes widened. "You would put your beloved friend in danger for a dog biscuit!?"

"Like, try one, kid!" Shaggy said, handing him a biscuit. I scrunched my nose at it but bit into it anyways.

When I tell you that it was the most amazing thing that has ever graced my tastebuds, I mean it.

It tasted like the feeling of working with Richard. It tasted like heaven. It tasted like the feeling of defeating a bad guy. It tasted like the feeling of saving an innocent. It was better than even Pennyworth's cooking.

Of course, I couldn't let them know that, though.

"Give me that!" I snapped, ripping the box from her hand, "I will be confiscating this."

Really, though, I just wanted it for myself and to give to Pennyworth so he could hopefully find some on Amazon.

"I will be bait instead of Scooby-Doo," I declared, "Because clearly you people care more about food than safety."

"Robin, you do know that being bait requires you to act scared, right?" Grayson asked gently. I scoffed.

"Of course it does, and I can act scared!"

I meant it, too. I would just pretend I was watching that Hereditary movie that I went and saw with Todd.

Or that time I walked in on Drake and Brown having coitus in the Bat Cave.

That is the real trauma I need to write in this journal for. Growing up with assassins? Forget it. Dying? No big deal. Seeing Drake's genitals? I will be needing years of therapy for that.

So that's how I ended up outside my inheritance building with Shaggy. I was dressed in civilians clothes with sunglasses to hide my identity.

"Like, you know only weird people wear sunglasses in the dark, right?" Shaggy said, taking a bite of a hotdog he had pulled out of nowhere.

"Incorrect," I disagreed, "My brother happens to say that only cool people wear sunglasses in the dark."

"If you say so."

We were loitering outside the building and I was bored.

"Do you smoke marijuana?" I asked bluntly. Shaggy choked on his hotdog.

"Like, no?"

I opened my mouth to argue with him before we heard a screech. I looked up and saw a poor costume of a vampire coming towards us.

Shaggy screamed and started to run and, picturing Drake's thing in my mind, I screamed and ran after him, through the double doors of the building.

We hopped over the trip-wire, and skidded to a halt in front of the stairs. The vampire was running towards us but gave a weird yelp whenever it tripped.

At that moment, a barrel fell from the ceiling and landed on the creature. Ascot-Man and Grayson jumped out of the shadows, tying the creature up in chains.

"Ah ha!" A lady with red hair- Daphne, I think -yelled victoriously. "Not so scary now, are ya?"

Velma followed her out of the shadows, Father close behind. Velma took off the vampire mask, and revealed- my English teacher??

I wasn't really shocked, though. He was a Trump supporter.

Velma rattled off obvious reasons why he was in Wayne Enterprises and apparently he just?? Wanted into the safe??

There's so many more easier ways to do that than dressing up as a vampire??

So that was that. Kind of. We tied the guy up, calling Gordon, and left and went back to the Bat Cave where we saw Scooby-Doo sleeping on top of the dinosaur.

Scoobysaurous Rex perked up as he heard us come in, and his tongue lolled as he ran down the tail of the statue and jumped into Shaggy's arms.

Father congratulated them but me?? I absolutely did not.

I once again gave them an earful about how irresponsible they were to put Scooby-Doo in danger.

"If I find out you have done that again I will personally have your liver on a platter-"

Grayson interrupted me with a nervous laugh. "He's just kidding!! He'll just send you a strongly worded email!!"

I glared at him before turning back to Ascot-Man. "And another thing!! An ascot!! In 2020!! What is wrong with you!?" I tore it off of his neck and huffed, "There, now you look slightly less idiotic."

And then Father sent me to my room.

So yeah that's what happened there. I've been keeping tabs on them and so far I have seen no sign of them putting the dog in danger.

Good riddance. Because I would have indeed sent them a strongly worded email as well as the liver thing.

- Damian

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Music of the Night | 3

A/N: Hello Lovelies!! Here is part 3!!! Some background and general angst?? Not sure how you guys will like it honestly;; Anyways as rough as this chapter can be, I hope you still enjoy this look in Taehyung’s mind.. bc. holy cow, i went there. I was listening to sappy music and got into writing and this was born!! Sorry for being late with this chapter, I know I promised it last night but after Be got released I literally couldn’t function. My apologies and please forgive me and accept this chapter as a token of my love. 💖💖

Summary: The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.

Pairing: Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MC

Genre: Angst 🥺

Rating: Mature 🔞

Length: 1.2k

Characters: rich! Seokjin, rich! Yoongi, dance instructor! hoseok, officer! Jimin, stagehand! Jungkook, chorus girl! BlackPink

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of religion, stalking, abuse, (would you guys consider PotO as disabled--idk how to write this really in a pc way), body image issues, self deprecation, fear of abandonment, slight yandere themes

Please keep in mind this is a work of FICTION this in no way reflects on any BTS members or Taehyung as a person. This is simply a story for the imagination.

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Taehyung found that while the Opera was busy bustling with excitement, he could not match their jovial feelings. He had gone about his usual morning routine of ensuring his pupil had awakened at a decent hour. He always blushed and told himself, he only did this to help her, it was surely not to catch sight of her in nothing but a thin shift. He would never.

The ensemble had gone through countless rehearsals already, and the quizzical man found himself losing interest, even with the way his little pupil huffed, and flushed from the vigor of her dancing. He was intrigued again when she scampered off to see the costumers, and was content to watch her from the holes in the walls as she worked diligently. She seemed to fit in everywhere she went. Easily sliding into conversation with poise and always being so well mannered.

He often thought of their deep conversations and smiled ruefully at his memories of just the night before when she was so tired and yet still adamant to meet him for her lessons.

Taehyung didn’t think himself a particularly cruel man, but still, he expected a certain amount of dedication from the young woman. She was meant to complete his music after all, though she wasn’t exactly privy to his intentions, yet.

He blinked when he realized that the young woman had scampered off without his noticing, the older women spoke of luncheon, and he hastily made his way to the mess hall, sure that he would find her there. And find her he did, flushed and beautiful as ever while her friends teased her.

“Finish quickly so you can come back to us!” the girl with long, dark tresses urged his pupil.

“Besides I think Hoseok misses you,” the younger girl laughed in a liting tone.

Taehyung had noticed that the male dancer had become somewhat of a mentor to her, taking her under his wing. It was clear on one occasion that his little pupil wasn’t completely immune to the older man’s charm and appeal. He watched as she shook her head but the light blush dusting her features deepened at their persistence. The girls continued their teasing for a bit longer and the blonde, (Taehyung never cared to learn their names. They were not his pupil, so why should he really care, was his logic. though he remembered she was the youngest girl of the group) even acted out a scene where she, as his pupil, would swoon in the brunette’s arms as though they were Hoseok’s waiting arms. At this, the dancer he was so keen on had turned so unapologetically red, one of the other girls began to speak. But Taehyung could stomach no more, with one final glance at the petite dancer, his pupil, and he was positive she would faint. His stomach tightened, and his mind was racing, so he did the only thing he could think to do while tears stung the backs of his eyes and a few even rolled hotly down his cheeks.

He left.

He would not hear how Jennie playfully called him the true desire of his pupil. He probably never would guess in a million years, even if he had stayed. All he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears, and the voices of all those who had scorned him. Devil Child, Evil, Hell’s Spawn.

You name it, he was branded it at one time or another.

Taehyung anguished as he descended back into the belly of the Opera House, his past traumas endured kept coming in wave after wave. He could never be the desire of his beloved; of that he was certainly sure. How could he be? He didn’t even have the courage to stand before her. It took so much out of him to even speak to her. That had left him shaken for a week before he roused the courage to speak to her again. His face was another thing entirely, while the left side of his face looked like that of an angel, chiseled to form the finest, most shockingly beautiful face. The right side of his face was marred, he knew that at one look at his entire face, the dancer he so longed for would reject him. The revelation, though it was hardly a revelation at all, was constantly at the forefront of his mind. He was painstakingly aware of his ‘deformity’ as others would call it. He knew he could not compare to the charm of Jung Hoseok. Not only was the man his older, but he was also a force to be reckoned with. Minnie spoke of him constantly to Taehyung.

Down, down, down he descended back into the darkness. Back to his solace, once he arrived to his dwelling, he couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked his body. He mourned for the life he yearned for. He was a man with great mind, and superior skills than the average man but he was doomed to be forever alone. His thoughts took another turn at that word. Alone.

He growled out and lashed at a project he was working on. He through the pages of his manuscript over the floor. He tore off the beautiful fabrics that he dressed himself in. He knelt down and wept, collapsing in on himself, the pain he felt becoming too great knowing that one day, his little pupil would one day leave him too. His mother left him with her death, his only friend he had known, Minnie, had left too.

The little ballerina girl who had saved him all those years ago, how tragic was it that Minnie had to leave. He had mourned her, yes, certainly. She was his friend. He told her to not accept the advances of the drifting stage hands that seemed to rotate with every production. But she had said it was true love, how sorely mistaken she had been. She only cried to Taehyung one month ago. And here he was now, without his companion and without anyone to lean on. It was only inevitable that the beautiful singer he so doted on now would one day meet the same road to lead her out of his life.

Taehyung did not stir the rest of the day, until well into the night. After the music had died down, and it was hours after when Taehyung was sure that the Opera house was asleep. The evening was bleeding into the next morning as he silently made his way up to the chapel. He hadn’t bothered to dress properly after his fit of rage and hurt. His shift was barely covering his toned chest and hanging onto his shoulders and barely tucked into his trousers anymore.

In the chapel, he gasped at the sight that greeted him. His eyes snapped to catch the velvet ribbon he had bestowed upon his pupil, he had rid her of the ghastly and tattered maroon fabric, and the luxurious fabric sat tied into a beautiful bow around a parchment near the window where he would watch her from during their nights of tutelage. Was her natural talent enough to recognize where his voice was really coming from?

He opened the letter with shaky fingers and felt his heart shatter in an entirely different way. Her writing was shaky, still unpracticed and unsure, he thought back on the night before and how he was urging her to try writing. Possibly, she was nervous? In her scrawling script, he saw that she tried desperately to imitate his long and precise strokes. He hungrily devoured the words and poured over the details over and over for there were only a few words.

I apologize fore displeezing you, Master

X ______

Taehyung sighed as he held the paper close to his heart. He didn’t care that it was 4 AM. He had to go and see her. And so, he did. She was sleeping, though not peacefully, he lamented. How he longed to press a tender kiss to her furrowed brow. He didn’t it was likely one of the other girls would wake, and he couldn’t have that. He settled for scrawling a note back to her and leaving it by her vanity to find once she woke with the velvet ribbon resting back in its rightful place.

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basura2319 · 4 years

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Tattoo

Hardcase x reader

(not sure I’m loving the title)

Requested by: @fxndxmxnxce (I’m sorry you waited this long for it. forgive me pls)

Word Count: 4.1k (this is so unnecessarily long and extra, i’m sorry guys)

Warnings: miscommunication? angst, alcohol consumption, cussing, and fluff.

A/N: So I added somethings into the plot I hope you like. This was so long and for some reason so difficult to do this request, making me anxious to post it. I have no idea why. But anyways here’s the end product. I hope you like and I’m going to stop rambling now

*(Y/N) (L/N)= your name

*(Y/F/N)= your friend’s name

(E/C)= eye color

“Are you gonna tell her instead of ignoring her?”

Hardcase almost tripped over his own feet at the question.

“Tell who what?”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “Wow, this is way worse than I thought.”

“What are you on about?”

Jesse merely shook his head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe how in denial you are acting right now.”

“In denial about what?” Hardcase nervously chuckled.

“Okay vod,” was all he said before walking in a totally different direction than they were initially heading to.

“Wait!” Hardcase exclaimed as he caught up to Jesse. “Where are you going?”

Jesse smirked. “To tell (Y/N) what you’re too scared to tell her.”

“Wait, what!”

“Oh look,” he said slyly, opening the hangar doors. “We’re already here.”

Hardcase paled when he saw you bent over Skywalker’s Jedi star-fighter, singing beautifully to a song played over your speakers. You had your hair tied up in a messy bun and the sleeves of your jumpsuit were tied around your waist, revealing your bare arms and collarbone, all of which were adorned with tattoos he couldn’t tear his eyes away from.

“Shouldn’t you be saving your voice for tomorrow?” Jesse playfully nagged at you.

You turned off the music and turned to him with a grin. “Jesse!”

He greeted you with a bone-crushing hug.

“Okay,” you choked out, smacking his arm. “You can let go now.”

Hardcase, meanwhile was watching while shuffling his feet nervously, but as soon your gaze met his, his heart immediately stopped beating.

“Hi Hardcase,” you said shyly.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “Um, hi (Y/N)…” was all he could manage to say.

From behind you, Jesse was giving him a pitiful look, gesturing him to hug you at least. And when Hardcase didn’t make a move, his brother just merely let out a silent, but clearly frustrated sigh. Hardcase felt foolish in front of you.

A flicker of what he imagined to be disappointment came over your face, but before he could think much of it your facial features warped into that beloved smile that put the sun to shame.

“So what brings you both here?” you asked, while removing your work-gloves and setting them inside your toolbox. “And don’t tell me you set a ship ablaze, because if that’s the case then you can bring it up with someone else.”

“First of all,” Jesse said in a mocked tone. “That’s harsh. Secondly, can’t a couple of troopers just stop by and say hello to their favorite mechanic without assuming they destroyed something?”

You scoffed. “Is that all?”

“No,” he continued in his teasing voice. “And third of all, what happened to your hand?”

“Oh this?” you revealed your left hand which had a white bandage covering your thumb. “I got a new ink work done a few days ago.”

At this, Hardcase’s head piqued in interest. After all, you two both bonded over tattoos the first time you met. He was awed at the different pieces of artwork imbedded onto your skin and knew what every tattoo meant to you. You too were fascinated over his blue tinted facial tattoos.

“What did you get this time,” Jesse said, reaching for your hand.

“Hey!” you swatted his hand away. “Not yet.”

“Oh come on!” Jesse groaned. “Show us!”

“It’s not healed yet,” you stated.

That was a lie. You wanted to show Hardcase first before anyone else, if he would even look at you.

“Okay,” he shrugged, while the com on his wrist began beeping.

“Sorry (Y/N), I gotta take this,” he said heading towards the door. “Can’t wait to see you perform tomorrow.”

“See you then,” you waved at him.

You agreed to sing at the clone bar 79s which was tomorrow night and you were excited about it nonetheless. Besides, the 501st, as well as all clones, have you heard you sing, so there was nothing to get nervous about.

The sound of the doors closing shut snapped you off your thoughts about tomorrow and made you realize that you were alone. With Hardcase. Who hadn’t spoken to you for about a month for reasons you didn’t know. But boy was the tension in the room so evident.

Even as you took in his rigid stance, he still wouldn’t meet your eye. Perhaps you should say something? Like how his day has been? Or how about asking him why he suddenly stopped talking to you? Or—

“I-I should probably go see what’s up with Jesse,” Hardcase said abruptly. “It’s could be the Captain telling him something important.”

“Um…okay?” you shrugged.

You turned to your equipment in haste, getting ready to get back to your work so you could ignore the obvious awkwardness between you both. Hardcase, taking the hint, left immediately.

As soon as you heard him leave, you covered your face with your hands and let out a muffled groan of frustration.

So much for talking to him.

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“I don’t understand what I did wrong?” you ranted to your best friend as they styled your hair for your performance tonight while you touched up on your makeup.

“We were all fine and goofing off together,” you continued as you added mascara to your lashes. “Then the next thing you know, he starts avoiding me for no reason, like yesterday. He clearly didn’t want to see me when Jesse stopped by.”

Oh god. Did he find out that you have this silly crush on him? Maybe that’s why he wouldn’t talk to you.

“Did you try asking him why?” (Y/F/N) asked, setting the curling iron aside to secure your curls, making sure they stayed intact over your frame.

“How can I when he’s purposely avoiding me!” you said in exasperation. “I enter a room where he’s there, then he turns the other direction.”

And you certainly didn’t want to ask Jesse or anyone else because you didn’t want anyone else nosying in your business.

They hummed. “Well, I know one thing’s for sure. He’s definitely gonna have hard time not paying any attention to you with how cute you look.”

You stared at your appearance through the vanity and smile sadly. “I don’t know (Y/F/N)…”

“No, enough of that!” they said sternly. “You look so beautiful, in fact, if you don’t get Hardcase’s attention, then you’ll draw attention to someone else for sure.” They raise their brow suggestively.

“Stop,” you lightly smacked your friend as they raised their arms in mock surrender.

“I’m just sayin. It’s his loss.”

But you didn’t want anyone else. You wanted him. Even if he didn’t share the same feelings for you as you harbored for him, you still wanted your friend back.

You sighed and took two lip products from your drawer. “Okay which one should I wear?” You held them to (Y/F/N). “A gloss or a red velvet lipstick?”

“Hmmm definitely the red velvet,” they mused. “It goes well with your dress.”

“The red velvet it is.”

Once you’ve finished applying the lipstick, you’re facing the mirror while your friend is off to the side taking photos of you, telling you to smile and pose.

“Look at you! You look like a total goddess!”

You stared at your choice of dress. It was a classy midnight blue dress that accentuated and hugged your curves, stopping just above your knees. It was a spaghetti strap so of course it exposed your tattoos for everyone to see. Lastly for shoes, you opted for silver heels you hoped wouldn’t kill your feet later.

“You ready?” Your friend asked with a giddy smile, passing you your clutch.

You nodded, taking one last look over your reflection feeling a sudden surge of boldness. “I am.”

“Oh and one more thing,” said (Y/F/N) with a mischievous smile. “If Hardcase still continues to ignore you after tonight, tell him I have no problem coming over to kick his ass. Got it?”

You chuckled. “Absolutely.”

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The drive to the bar, was to say the least, nerve wracking. Your heart was hammering a mile a minute and you could feel how sweaty your palms were. On top of that, you couldn’t stop fiddling with your left thumb. The one with the new tattoo you wanted to show Hardcase. Perhaps, you thought to yourself, there’s still a chance that you can show him although you didn’t want to bring your hopes up.

“We’re here,” announced your driver.

You promptly thanked him and got out of the cab, your silver heels clicking over the pavement as you made your way inside 79’s.

The clone officers you see hanging around the entrance greet you with hello’s and you greeted them back.

You took a moment to get used the flashing lights and the booming music before heading to the person who was supposed to introduce you to the clones even though they all knew who you were.

“Hello Volta,” you greeted loudly over the music to the “patron” (though he didn’t really own it, more so managed it) of the bar with a grin over the bar.

“Ah (Y/N), you’re here!” he shook your hand. “You ready to sing I see.”

“Yep,” you said.

“Right this way then.”

You followed him to the same corner where the bands would come to perform. Except standing at the stage set up was the mic and speakers.

“You have your music set up?”

“Yes.”

“Give me just a second to get this up and running, okay?”

You nodded and shifted your eyes to the clones in the room until you spotted the familiar white and blue. Your friends Jesse, Kix, Hardcase, and Fives, you saw, where doing rounds of shots. Let’s rephrase that. Jesse, Hardcase, and Fives were the ones doing them. It seemed only Kix decided not to join them, but to laugh at their antics instead.

You smiled as you approached them and then quickly snatched the shot glass Jesse was holding out of his hand.

“Hey!” cried Jesse.

“Hey boys!” you greeted.

“Wow…” whistled Five looking at up and down. “(Y/N) you look amazing.”

The other’s murmured in agreement. All except Hardcase.

“Thanks, I try,” you said jokingly, missing the way Hardcase’s eye lingered on you like he was in a trance.

“Give me back my drink,” Jesse griped reaching for it but you side-stepped away from him and downed the drink in one gulp, letting the liquor burn down your throat like fire.

You placed the empty glass onto the table and smiled sweetly. “What drink?”

“You shouldn’t be drinking before a performance you know,” said Kix with a laugh. “It dries your throat.”

“It was just one shot,” you retorted with a light shrug. “I’ll be fine.”

Speaking of performing, you looked back at the stage and saw Volta waving you over. He was about to start.

“Kix can you hold this for me?” you handed your clutch over. “I have to go.”

“Good luck,” he said patting you on the shoulder as did Fives.

“Jesse?”

He harrumphed, still bitter about his stolen drink.

“Look I’ll buy you another round you big baby,” you said thumping him on the back.

“Okay,” he replied haughtily. “

You shook your head in disbelief and sauntered away, ignoring the gnawing feeling in your stomach over Hardcase’s uncharacteristic silence.

He still wouldn’t meet your eye and he didn’t even wish you good luck.

“Good evening gentlemen,” began Volta over the mic following a hush over the audience as they prepared for what’s coming. Please welcome to the stage Miss (Y/N) (L/N) who will be performing for you tonight.”

You heard a chorus of cheers and applause from the crowd making you heart swell in excitement. Pushing away your sadness, you stepped onto to the platform

On cue the lights beam onto your form without blinding you. The beginning notes of the song commence and with a smile gracing onto your red lips, you sung.

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Hardcase had no words.

When he saw you walking towards his table, he had felt like he had lost his voice entirely. Your dress, your perfectly styled hair and makeup. You were perfect. You were like something out of a holomovie.

You looked like a holomovie star now more than ever onstage. The way the light shines around you like a halo, deserving of everyone’s attention. How you swayed your hips to the rhythm to the song carrying that smile that radiated nothing but complete confidence.

But your voice was what enraptured him most of all. It always did with each high and low note you were able to pull off seamlessly. Remembering how you both would sing together, you cackling as he tried singing even though it was horribly off key, but you knew he did it to make you laugh. Remembering all the times you would bare your soul to him singing when he felt his spirits were at an all time low. Not just to him, but to all his brothers.

Why would he push someone like that away?

He knew very well why. No matter how many times he tried to shove the truth to the back of his mind or tried to deny it.

He loved you.

And if you ever found out, he couldn’t even imagine how the scenario would turn out. His brother’s like to tease and crack jokes when it came to his quirks and habits, jokingly passing them off as annoying, but at the end of the day, their comments about him didn’t bother him.

Except it did when it came to you.

What if you do end up loving him back and then change your mind because something he did made you feel comfortable? What would he do then?

He set those intrusive thoughts aside and reverted all his attention to you again. He let himself get lost to your angelic voice, unable tear his gaze away.

Kriff how he wanted to kiss you then there. He wanted to take your hand and trail his lips over your tattoos, starting from your hand as he makes his way up your arm to your shoulder, and then to your collarbone—

His breath hitched.

Your (E/C) were boring into his brown ones as you continued singing. As if the words you were singing were only directed at him alone and no one else in the room, making the moment almost intimate.

You continued to gaze at him from afar, up until the song ended breaking the spell along with the cheers and the applause coming from every direction of the room.

“You’re a di’kut, you know that?” drawled Jesse as he looked from him to you smiling at the audience’s praise. His brothers, Kix and Fives, all looked at him as if they too agreed with his statement.

Hardcase said nothing. He knew. He very much knew.

And he needed to do something about all of this.

—————

You performed a total of seven songs overall. All of them went without a hitch, thank goodness, and you desperately needed a drink because your adrenaline and excitement was just soaring at this point.

A lot of compliments over your singing were thrown your way as well as many “thank yous” and you felt giddy.

But your giddiness was short lived.

As you make your towards your friends, you noticed the space Hardcase occupied was currently empty.

Your smile faltered.

Did he leave? You didn’t remember seeing him leave.

“Hey! You did amazing over there,” said Jesse bringing you in a hug.

“Yeah!”

“You were incredible!”

You forced yourself to speak. “Thanks you guys!”

“Of course you were going to be amazing,” praised Fives. “You always are.”

You grinned at them, trying so hard to not let the disappointment show. You needed to move around or do something because you did not want your friends to see you like this.

“Wait here while I bring in the round of shots I owe Jesse here,” you patted his shoulder before heading to the bar.

The drinks, as Volta put it, were on the house as courtesy for performing and you were completely fine by that. You just wished you felt the same about this aching feeling in your chest.

Was it because you made eye contact with when you were singing? Did that drive him away?

“Ma’am, your drinks?” said the server, pushing the tray towards you.

You murmured a thanks and made your way back promptly.

“Ah thanks (Y/N),” Jesse said picking one of the shot glasses tray as you layed them on the table.

You picked one up too.

“Um Kix?” you asked in a low voice so the others didn’t hear, although they appeared to be preoccupied with their conversation. “Where’s Hardcase?”

“I think he left to go use the ‘fresher, though I don’t know what’s taking him so long,” he stated, looking at you in an almost apologetic way as if he knew something you didn’t. “Why?”

You shook your head and downed your drink. “No reason.”

About thirty-minutes later, Hardcase still hadn’t returned. And your mood was beginning to turn foul even as you try to laugh along with your friend’s jokes and enjoy the drinks that were being passed around, but you didn’t feel like getting wasted. Like Fives and Jesse who were getting absolutely hammered trying to out drink each other. Y

You couldn’t do this anymore.

“Guys I think I’m gonna head out.”

“Come on!” slurred Jesse with a toothy smile. “Stay!”

You took your clutch in your hand. “Nah, I’m exhausted, but you men have fun!”

They said their goodbyes and you quickly left the place. But you don’t call for a cab. Not yet anyway. You leaned against the railing overlooking the rest of Coruscant, breathing in the night air for what seemed to be awhile, just stuck in never ending cycle of your own thoughts. Mostly about him.

You felt tears fall down your face and you snarled as you furiously wipe them away, trying not to ruin your eye makeup.

Who were kidding? It didn’t matter if anyone saw you like this.

Your lips trembled and you bit your bottom lip to stop it. You felt like such a dumb ass, believing that Hardcase still wanted you around after his avoidance of you. You should’ve just moved on like he apparently did. With no fucking clue as to what you did wrong for him to act like this towards you. The worst thing about the situation, to your annoyance, was you still crying about. He didn’t care about you. So why do you—

Someone tapped your shoulder.

“What?” you growled at whoever was bothering when you clearly didn’t want to be.

You stilled.

It was Hardcase, taken aback by your outburst.

You both stared at each other in absolute silence, studying each other’s appearance. You realized you probably looked like a mess in his eyes with the obvious tears ducts over your cheeks, but to you, he looked didn’t look any better. He looked almost…miserable.

“What so now you decide to talk to me after a month of avoiding me?” you snarked.

He passed a hand over his face and sighed. “I didn’t mean to do that to you I-I just—”

“‘Didn’t mean to do that?’” you said in disbelief. “What the hell kind of excuse is that?”

“(Y/N) please just let me talk.”

He was fidgeting with his arms. A habit you realized he only did when he was nervous and it was rare for even him to act nervous.

“Okay,” you inhaled through your nose and exhaled, hoping it would soothe you some of your anger at him though wanted to scream at him. “Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry about all of it,” he said quietly, his gaze softening towards you.

You felt all of your ire directed at him begin to crumble just by the way he looked at you.

Damn him.

“I-It’s just that…,” he stammered, finding it difficult to even begin telling how he felt. “I’ve come to realize something during…you know…me avoiding you.”

Okay now he looked downright scared, you thought.

“Hardcase?” you questioned with a concerned face.

“I…”

Oh god. He looked he was about to grow sick.

You reached over to gently take his hand with yours, giving it a soft squeeze, and with that single action, Hardcase caved in.

“I love you,” he said rapidly.

You let the hand you that held his fall limp.

He loved you? No, no that can’t be right.

Your brows furrowed. “You what?”

“Please don’t make me say it again if—”

He was cut off by your sudden burst of laughter. Okay more like maniacal laughter.

“Kriff Hardcase,” you managed to say between fits of laughter.

His face was pulled into that funny, but adorable baffled expression as you continued to still laugh.

“I don’t know if I should kiss you right now or punch you!” you finally said after your laughter sort of subsided.

His face brightened. “Wait so—”

“You’re such a doofus, why didn’t you just tell me instead of ignoring me for weeks!” you exclaimed, shoving him by the shoulder.

“I thought you wouldn’t feel the same way!”

“Of course I feel the same way!”

He let out a breathy chuckle, as if he couldn’t believe that you actually liked him back. You above all people.

Hardcase then pulled you in to a hug as you rested your head against his armored chest, feeling the happiest you ever felt reunited in his presence once again.

He chuckled. “I’d never thought you would never see me as anything but a friend.”

You locked eyes with him and cupped your tentative hand over his cheek, thumbing the blue tattoo below his eye. “Why would you think that?”

He took your hand in his and pulled brought it to his lips. “You’re so beautiful, smart, and so talented,” he pressed on, his nerves buzzing at the close contact. “And I’m just…me.”

“No,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “You’re brave, you make me laugh until my sides get sore, you encourage me to continue my passions without judging me…”

You pressed your lips over his slowly, but cautiously, afraid to scare him off.

“I love you,” you whispered over his lips.

Hardcase’s nerves were on fire at what was happening before him and so he kissed you back, his lips in sync with yours, giving shivers over your whole body.

He brought your head in closer to deepen the kiss, allowing him to give access to the inside of your mouth, his tongue clashing against yours. You let out a moan over the sensation, tasting the slight tinge of alcohol he had consumed beforehand, as did he.

The noises you emitted along with his set both of your entire faces into a heated blush. He broke the kiss and took your hand as you watched him slowly brush his lips against your knuckles then stops.

He looks at what’s written over thumb. Something he knew wasn’t there before.

501st

Written in Aburesh over your thumb. The one he saw yesterday covered in a white bandage.

You realized what you he was staring at in shock then shyly looked away. “It’s probably dumb, I know—”

“No it’s not,” he smiled in the way that made his eyes crinkle. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you said faintly. “I just felt like I had to include it somewhere, you know?”

His kissed your tattoo. “I know.”

He knew why you got it. You cared about him and his brothers because they’re a part of you just as are a part of the 501st too.

You both stood there, still in each other’s embraces staring adoringly at each other.

That is, until you were.

“Kriff, is that (Y/N) and Hardcase?” interrupted a loud, but familiar voice.

Jesse.

“Guys look! They were kissing,” he said slurred while leaning against Kix and Fives for support. “About kriffing time vod!”

Hardcase groaned at his brothers’ cat-calling while you flipped them off.

“I think we should go somewhere else?” Hardcase murmured against you ear.

“Lets” you giggled, taking his hand and dashed towards the nearest cab.

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flawsome bandits pt. 12 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Baseball Games

Hello my darlings! Hope you are all doing good and well! As promised, here’s tons of fluff coming at you!! New character introduction, she is my OC meaning she does not exist in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise. Enjoy my darlings!

Warnings - FLUFF ALERTTTT

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When times get rough, the Wachowski’s only know of one way to solve them.

Baseball.

Of course, Maddie had ended up letting Tom know about Y/n’s visit with her last night and Y/n told Sonic about the vision she had had. All of them were stumped and had little to no clue on how to help the situation other than to protect Y/n at all costs. For three hours after she had told him, Sonic refused to leave her alone and even sat outside the bathroom when she had to go. It was terrifying to think that the man they had beat after Sonic almost getting killed would be coming back, and even more terrifying that someone might try to kill their beloved icy hedgehog. Y/n was trying to do her best to prove to them that she was alright and that she wasn’t anxious every time she passed by someone wearing black or red. But it was quite obvious that she was having the hardest time out of all of them.

So, the second they all had a free period in their schedules, they packed up the two kids, a bunch of baseball bats, balls, and mitts, and drove on out to the empty baseball field near the woods. The school baseball team had played a game a couple of days ago, so the grounds were nice and used. And if you looked closely enough, you could still see some trample lines in the dirt from where Sonic had caused the power outage.

Y/n and Sonic had assured Tom and Maddie that they could handle all the other positions, so while Maddie stood with a whistle around her neck as a referee, Tom crouched behind Sonic and prepped to catch the ball. The sun shone proudly through the skies as a gentle breeze ruffled the fur underneath their baseball caps.

“Here we are ladies and gentlemen, taking back the claim from that ninth tie with exactly who you wanted to play for the game on the line, Sonic!” The electric blue hedgehog introduced himself with a perfect announcer imitation as he took his stance and looked into Y/n’s e/c eyes. She smirked and stretched her arms out behind her back, tossing the ball up into the air and catching it just as it passed her nose.

“But staring him down from the pitcher’s mound is the fiercest hedgehog known to Green Hills, Y/n!” She sent him a wink. In the amount of time it took for Sonic to laugh softly, she was already appearing on the other side of the field, this time without her cap on. She cracked her neck and steadied herself into position.

“Hey! Hit it to the chick on the left, she’s a real lunatic!” The other three watched as a very gentle hum floated through the air, revealing Y/n standing on the other side of the field once more. She watched as a butterfly floated past her, and immediately started to chase it.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Guys, it’s a butterfly!”

Tom and Maddie laughed as they watched her try to jump in the air and catch it, beginning to wonder if she was still pretending or if she had actually gotten lost in the chase.

“The one and only Y/n…” Sonic whispered to himself with the cutest lovestruck eyes anyone had ever seen, watching as she quickly snapped out of it and returned back to the pitcher’s mound. Maddie blew the whistle, signifying that it was time to start the game and Y/n reeled back her arm, making eye contact with Sonic as e/c met green. She threw the ball, watching as it soared through the air like it had wings until Sonic’s bat slapped it back into the air. Everyone was stuck staring in shock as the ball sailed through the air for a moment, even rising past the tips of the trees. It was only when Y/n heard the sound of Sonic’s feet slapping against the ground that she took off to catch it. Maddie and Tom cheered the two hedgehogs on from the sidelines, observing with awe as they used their powers to their advantages, becoming nothing but electric blurs amongst the natural shades of green and brown.

By the time Sonic had made it to second base, Y/n had levitated herself up into the air in order to catch the ball. She landed onto the ground with ease and threw the ball as hard as she could back towards home. While they both certainly enjoyed the competition, she was also making sure to go a bit easy on him as she wanted him to win. She went a little slower than usual as she made her way back to catch the ball, checking to see Sonic sliding towards home. Mere seconds before she had touched the base with her mitt and ball in hand, he had already slid through.

“Safe!” Tom hollered, Maddie blowing her whistle behind him. Y/n and Sonic both let out cries of joy in unison. He sprang up to his feet, emerald eyes wide with joy as he raised his dirty gloves in the air in victory. Tom and Maddie exchanged a victory hug and Y/n took the opportunity to jump onto Sonic’s back. He staggered a bit at first, but quickly hooked his arms underneath her legs and began to twirl her around.

“You did it! You’re amazing!” Y/n giggled, her hair like quills flying around in the wind. Sonic chuckled, gently setting her down on the ground and smirking at her.

“Oh, come on. We both know you’re more amazing.”

“No, I’m not!” Y/n scoffed. “You are!”

“Oh, really?” Sonic stopped short, getting an all too familiar grin on his face. Y/n’s eyes widened in fear.

“Wait. Wait! No, no, n-” She was cut off by Sonic tackling her and peppering her cheeks in kisses. Y/n let out shrieks that soon turned into giggles as she half-heartedly tried to push him off, but he persisted.

“S-Sonic! Stop, haha!” Tom and Maddie watched the scene unfold before them, Maddie having to hold Tom back from punching Sonic in the face.

“That’s my daughter, that’s my daughter, where the fuck is my shotgun?”

“Tom!” Maddie chuckled, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into the back of his shirt. “Calm down! Admit it, they’re good for one another.” Tom let out a defeated groan, lowkey enjoying the affection. He watched as Sonic and Y/n toppled onto the ground, beginning to wrestle now, their laughter filling the air around them.

“I guess- hey, who’s that?” Maddie turned her attention towards a young teenage girl who was making her way towards them. Her direction must have been intentional since there was nothing else around them for miles. She had light fawn hair tied back into a nice ponytail, two strands of hair hanging loose on the sides of her face. They accented her bright blue eyes perfectly and kind smile. A floral school bag was slung across her shoulder, dangling down by her hip and tapping against it as she walked towards them. Once she came close enough, she raised her arm up and waved at them.

“Hello, there!”

Tom, with an obvious “what-the-fuck” expression written on his face, raised his hand back. Y/n and Sonic immediately jumped up from their wrestling, but continued to playfully jab one another in the ribs as the girl turned towards them.

“Hello!” Y/n smiled politely, Tom and Maddie coming up behind the two hedgehogs as the girl came to a stop before them.

“Hi!” The girl giggled. “I don’t know if you remember me, but I was in your class a couple years ago, Y/n. You know, back when you were human. We had physics together and I was really sad when you left! I was just passing by and I saw you guys playing out here and I just had to stop by! You two are simply amazing!” She gushed, her ocean eyes filled with passion and adoration for the two hedgehogs. Y/n’s eyes widened as a lightbulb turned on in her head.

“Oh yes, I remember you now! It’s Spirit, right?” The girl nodded, looking overjoyed that she had remembered her name after all this time.

“Yeah, I’m Spirit! Spirit Pavin.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Spirit,” Maddie extended her hand out for the girl to shake, which she happily obliged. It was quite shocking and pleasantly surprising to them that this girl was so non judgemental and happy to see them in their true forms. “I’m Maddie, and this is my husband Tom. We’re Y/n’s parents. And this little guy here is Sonic.”

The hedgehog in question threw an arm around Y/n’s shoulders and smiled at her. “Pleasure to meet you!”

“And you as well! It’s been so long since I saw you, Y/n. You look… beautiful.” Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise. The last person she had ever expected to hear that from was a peer from school. But as she looked into Spirit’s kind, loving blue eyes, she felt a little heater turn on in her heart.

“Thank you, Spirit. That… that really means a lot.”

“I know it wasn’t easy for you at school. People can be really mean,” Spirit grumbled the last part, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. It was obvious that she was much more accepting than the other teenagers were. “I would love to hang out sometime, if you’d like! I mean, if you want to, we totally don’t-”

“No!” Y/n’s heart pounded with excitement. Was this actually happening? Was a teenage girl actually asking to hang out with her? And it wasn’t a dare? “I’d love to! You want my number?”

Spirit nodded, already whipping out her phone with a big grin on her face. Once they had exchanged numbers and bid the girl a goodbye, the little hedgehog was wrapped up in a big group hug by her family. She let out a pleased giggle as she was enveloped in their warmth, snuggling her head in between her father’s shoulder and the top of Sonic’s head.

“I’m so happy for you, sweetie,” Tom murmured as they all finally pulled away. The four began making their way back towards the car, excitedly talking about the possibility of Y/n and Sonic trying out for the baseball team. Even though it may take a bit for others to accept them, they might actually have a shot. After Y/n, Maddie, and Tom had already gotten into the car, Sonic paused outside the door, glancing back over at the bleachers.

“One sec!” And then he was gone.

Maddie leaned over her passenger seat and gave Y/n a confused look. She shrugged just as Sonic reappeared holding something behind his back. A blush slowly made its way across his cheeks as he placed his hand over his heart, and held his hand out towards Y/n.

A little [favorite flower] was nestled in his palm.

“For you, M’lady.” Y/n’s eyes widened in shock, a grin slowly taking over her lips.

“Oh, Sonic…” Y/n breathed. Maddie let out an “aww” while Tom grit his teeth, but contained his anger. She slowly took the flower out of his hand, making an effort to touch his hand as she did so. Electricity currents sparked at their contact, and she smiled, turning it over in her hands. Her heart pounded against her chest and the butterflies were going haywire as he slid into the seat next to her. His own heart pounded with joy that she had accepted his gift. “I love it!”

Sonic’s emerald eyes sparkled as he gazed into Y/n’s adorable e/c orbs. A comfortable silence floated through the air until Tom decided to ruin the moment.

“You get anything for me, Bud?”

“Huh?” Sonic asked with half-lidded eyes. He quickly snapped out of it once he realized who was talking to him and pondered for a moment. “Oh yeah!” He zipped away and came back holding a strange white and brown lump in his hands. A very putrid aroma began wafting out of the little sack. Y/n and Maddie quickly plugged their noses as Tom’s face contorted in disgust.

“What the hell is that?!”

“A dirty diaper, found fresh from the bleachers. Just for you Donut Lord!”

♡♡♡

Later that night, a storm growled across the dark sky, concealing all of the stars with angry storm clouds. The rain pattered harshly against the closed window sills of the Wachowski residence, coupled with thunder crackling through the sky. Tom and Maddie lay sound asleep within their bed, lulled by the steady clicking of their grandfather clock and the coolness of the rain. Sonic, too, laid asleep in his race car themed bed up in the attic, his mouth slightly open to let the soft snores fill the silence of his room.

Y/n, however, was startled awake by the sound of thunder crashing through the sky. She sat up in her f/c bed and hugged her knees to her chest. Her icy blue body trembled with sweat as she glanced towards her closed window. Rain splattered across its surface, dripping onto the wet grounds below. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, startling her even more. Storms were always a strange thing to her, but tonight seemed like it was intentionally trying to scare her.

And boy, was it working.

She was already on edge about the vision, and now having a thousand different images about possible deaths via storm float through her head wasn’t exactly helping the situation. She laid back down onto her pillow and squeezed her eyes shut, but the second another lightning bolt lit up her room, she shot back up. Her heart throbbed within her chest, the adrenaline and fear mingling to make a deadly combination in her internal chemistry.

Her ears flattened against her head.

Well, she obviously wasn’t getting any sleep here. Quietly, she slipped out of her bed and clutched her favorite stuffed animal to her chest. Sucking in a deep breath through her teeth, she padded her way out into the hallway, guided only by the light of the cloudy moon. The fear followed her every second of the way as she paused by her parents room. They looked so peaceful, spooning together… She didn’t want to disturb them. So, she pressed on towards the attic. It was a bit difficult pulling down the staircase without making much noise, but she was able to make it up into the attic without any issue.

As soon as she properly stood up straight again, she caught sight of Sonic sleeping in his bed. The second she laid eyes on him, all fear she had been suffering from before diminished completely. He made her feel safe. He didn’t even have to be touching her in order to have that effect.

She slowly crept towards him, doing her best not to wake him up. The hedgehog was nearly at his bed when a crash of thunder startled her into letting out a shriek. She instinctively dove into the bed with him and clung onto the sheets, burying her face into one of his pillows. Sonic shot up in shock, breathing heavily from the sudden startlement. He glanced down on his bed to see Y/n shivering next to him.

“H-hey, N/n,” Y/n’s head instantly shot up at the sound of her name and she let out a sheepish giggle.

“Hey, Sonic. I’m sorry, I just… the storm scared me and I-” Sonic began moving before she had even finished her sentence. He folded the covers back and rearranged his pillows so that she had plenty of head space. He lied back down onto his side of the bed and patted it gently, a warm smile coating his features. Without any hesitation, Y/n immediately sank into the covers and snuggled up next to him. The two lay there facing one another for quite some time, simply listening to the rain hit the ground. Even when the thunder and lightning came back for more fun, Y/n didn’t jump now that she was with him.

Sonic’s emerald eyes were so calming and welcoming that she had slipped into her feelings before she even realized it. Sonic hesitantly began to put his arm around her, looking to her for permission to keep going. In response, she wrapped her arms around his waist and situated her head on his chest once more. He tightened his arm around her and allowed himself to grin the dopiest grin he could manage. Their hearts pounded in sync and the butterflies were going crazy in their ice-cream stuffed stomachs as they laid there.

“...Sonic?”

“Yeah?”

A deep blush rose across Y/n’s cheeks as she traced images across Sonic’s chest. “T-this might sound weird, but um… h-have you ever kissed any-anyone before?”

Sonic’s eyes widened, but soon turned back to their loving half-lidded position as he glanced down at his partner. She couldn’t see it, but he was smiling knowingly. “No. I haven’t. Have you?”

Y/n slowly shook her head. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. Was it getting hot in here? “I-I just, I guess I was just worried t-that you…” She trailed off, a million thoughts racing through her mind. Her grip around him tightened as Sonic let out a small, happy sigh. She was absolutely adorable when she was flustered. And even when she was making no sense, he understood her completely.

“You’re the only one for me, Y/n.”

And once more, she felt like puking up rainbows. Her heart soared onto cloud nine as she snuggled even closer into him to let him know that the feeling was mutual. A comfortable silence fell over them once more as they listened to the rain slowly begin to die down. Even well after the rain had stopped, the two remained right where they were.

It didn’t take too long until they fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

♡ a.a.

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Emerald with Envy

Summary: You weren't looking at him. You were looking at the crowd, the orchestra, the lead actor of the show. Claude knew it couldn't be helped. You had to shift your gaze elsewhere. He understood why you didn't want to look at him.

Even if he was your husband.

And yet, as he continued to watch you perform on stage, he just couldn't ignore the envy that was beginning to seize hold of his heart.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Claude

HELLO BELOVED!!! it's been a while since I've completed writing this piece, but with the holidays here, I thought now would be nice to post the rather l e n g t h y Claude piece I've been working on. CONSIDER THIS AN EXPRESSION OF MY FEELINGS AFTER ACHIEVING HIS S SUPPORT ENDING AFTER THE WAR ; v ;

ANYHOW I HOPE U ENJOY!!!

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For all his tremendous efforts, crafted schemes, and unwavering resolve, there was something just so humorously ironic that Claude von Riegan, the newly annointed king of Almyra, could not even get a general admission ticket to a sold out show by the Mittelfrank Opera Company.

And yet he could not bring himself to chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

It was not so much as his standing as king that caused the issue--especially with Archbishop Byleth's successes of bridging Fódlan together with other nations.

Rather, he was simply too late to buy a ticket for tonight's performance. The theater house was packed to the brim with nobles and common folk, all eager to witness the last run of a special production directed by none other than Mittelfrank Opera's former songbird, Manuela Casagranda.

And while Claude was curious to see how a show under his former instructor's helm had turned out, his true reason for zooming across the skies on his wyvern from Almyra to Enbarr was the star of the evening's show.

The Golden Deer representative who had won the White Heron Cup of the year 1180.

The one who would soon bear the crown as queen of Almyra.

You, the wife he cherished above anything else in the world.

And while he never doubted your love for him, he understood if there was a wariness in your heart.

He was asking so much of you upon quietly taking your hand in marriage after the war before immediately heading off for Almyra, after all.

But you understood him, as you had all this time. Beyond just his own vision, his actions in Almyra would shape the world for the better--for the kinder. As sad as it was to part so soon after the two of you had exchanged your vows, you eagerly awaited the beginning of a lengthy letter correspondence between you both.

It was by those letters that he learned of the show in the first place.

Your lifelong passion for performance had led up to this debut with the Mittelfrank Opera. However, constant negotiations and intense reformation within Almyra demanded his presence throughout nearly the entirety of the show’s run. With the production ending on this very night, your last letter expressed hope that he would be able to come watch you on the stage that served as the realization of your dreams.

And thus, rather than stand downtrodden outside the theater with a gorgeous bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and a new Almyran-crafted wedding ring in his pocket to adorn your finger, he still made his way inside.

Backstage to be precise.

With all his efforts in his motherland, sneaking by security was nothing for him.

Surely, while he was going to have to figure out just which spot in the theater he would have to scale along for a good view of the stage, his utmost priority was seeing you.

To say hello, to kiss with love, to embrace so tight, to adorn with gifts.

Though, with the bustle of actors in the midst of powdering their faces and tugging at tights, orchestra members preparing to saunter out to their seats with instruments in hand, and the overall chaos of stage hands preparing scenery pieces and props, finding your dressing room wasn’t going to be easy, especially with the performance so close to starting.

However, he only managed a couple minutes of searching before a familiar robust and pristine voice called out to him.

"Claude? Is that you?"

Truly, Claude thought he was past the point where people could easily get the jump on him. And yet, he couldn’t hold back his surprise as he turned around with raised brows and a somewhat slack jaw.

Sure enough, with the elegant mane of fiery red hair--tied and tamed into a loose low ponytail--that was the first to catch his eye, he remarked with astonishment, "Ferdinand! Good to see you!" A grin quirking onto his lips, he took a step back as he took note of the duke’s overly embellished yet stylish red waistcoat and a matching black pair of tights and pointe shoes. "I'm digging tonight's look. No trusty horse boots though?"

Releasing a rich chuckle, Ferdinand beamed with pride as his hands rested on his waist, "A good eye, Claude! Though, I’ll happily have you know that I am performing tonight."

While not immediate, somehow Claude felt his smile wane ever so slightly. Still, maintaining his exuberance, he let out an astonished, “Really now?! That’s a surprise to me. Surely the news coverage in Enbarr isn’t so slack that a duke performing in a sold out show would go unnoticed.”

”Surely not!” Ferdinand remarked as he shook his head, a knowing smile on his features. “My inclusion was last minute, as the original male lead injured his leg during rehearsal. It was a great honor to be asked by Professor Manuela to step in as his replacement--like I could ever turn her down while she's in need.” Bringing a hand to his heart, he let out a sigh of nostalgic delight. “I happen to know this show by heart from how many times I’ve seen her perform it all those years ago. Plus to reunite in dance with--"

The moment your name was uttered from Ferdinand's lips, Claude’s shoulders tensed slightly as he immediately inquired, “Not meaning to butt in like so, Ferdinand, but where is she?" Lifting up your bouquet, he continued with a sheepish smile, “Gotta make sure these get into her hands asap.”

It was now Ferdinand whose smile turned from cheerful to reserved. His tone calming down, he answered, "As far as I know, she's still getting ready for tonight’s show.” The look in his eyes turned serious, if not narrowing slightly as he gazed towards Claude. “The last I saw her though, she did not look to be in the best of spirits. She even asked Professor Manuela for absolute privacy unless needed otherwise."

Claude felt hollow. “Did she now...?”

The words of your last letter flashed in his mind, as did memories of days from Garreg Mach. Those nights when the two of you would toe the line of curfew to instead take a stroll by the greenhouse and pond, you expressing your dreams of captivating audiences on a prestigious stage, to spread joy through the art of performance.

His response to your letter was expressing an apology, an honest admittance that he was unsure of how he would be able to take the time to come see your performance.

For someone who always managed to pull off the most inane but effective schemes, how could he have not realized that his absence during such an incredible milestone would leave you upset?

The fine wrapping paper around your bouquet crinkled slightly as he squeezed around the stems.

Noticing the change in Claude’s mood, Ferdinand let out a sigh. “All I will say is that she was hoping that you would show up to watch her. And having heard nothing from you since your last letter, she came to terms that you wouldn’t get to see her at all. This time at least.”

Claude’s lips quirked into a smile, albeit a bittersweet one as he let out a humorless laugh. “I can’t blame her for feeling that way. Though…” Resting your bouquet against his shoulder, he shook his head. “I’m not just gonna sit around and feel sorry for myself. Not when this night is--and should--be about her.”

His gaze shifted towards a nearby hallway, wondering if your dressing room was somewhere down along those walls. “I’m gonna make things right by her, whether I even have a seat or not.” Determination in his voice, he smiled as he raised his hand in a departing wave. “I appreciate the heads up, Duke von Aegir. Be careful when you break a leg out there, alright?” Amused at the thought, he chuckled, “From whatever seat I manage to whip out, I’ll be sure to give you your deserved applause as well.”

"Before you try to bring a wyvern into this sacred space to give yourself a seat, I'd rather you take this, Claude…!” Ferdinand exclaimed, his complexion paling at the idea of any sort of shenanigans occurring with Manuela around. Reaching in his pocket, he quickly withdrew and held out a theater ticket. “This was given to me for any guest of my choosing just moments ago, but it was originally set aside for this single hope that you would be in the audience."

His eyes lighting up, Claude grinned from ear to ear as he cheered, “Ferdinand, if there was ever a reason for me to take up religion, it’d be now!”

With a good-natured chuckle, Ferdinand seemed hardly affronted at his less-than-suave rush to pluck the ticket from his fingers, "It was already rightfully yours, my friend! However, if I may overstep, I would advise you go now to claim your seat, lest someone try to argue it is theirs."

Casting another glance down the hallway, his grip on the bouquet shifted. Though his gut churned at the thought of not getting to seek you out until after the show, the noble had a fair point. Yet, despite his inner conflict, his smile remained charming and untouched as he tucked the ticket into his pocket, fingers brushing against cool metal while doing so, "Right you are. I'd hate to cause a scene--tonight at least."

As the activity backstage picked up and with the ticket now in his possession, he bid his goodbyes before quickly taking off for his seat. There was much on his mind as he thought over what was revealed to him just moments ago, namely how he was going to make it up to you.

While he was already mentally cataloguing all the gifts and experiences he intended on showering and spoiling you with, he knew there was one thing that you wanted most of all.

And him being here at the theater, now seated at the balcony closest to the stage with a full view of the production below as it began, was the first step.

The title of tonight’s show brought back faint memories of Garreg Mach, having been a required read for all students as a means to have them become more cultured in the fine arts of literature. A story of a triumphant hero who sought to protect his motherland from an enemy nation that wanted to scrounge every bit of precious resources from a sacred forest, which was protected by an angelic deity.

Ferdinand eventually dragged himself onto the stage as the hero, looking distressed and weary as he was forced to retreat from battle. His character wandered about as stage hands deftly moved a set of glittering trees and flowers around in tune to the orchestra’s lamenting score.

All up until the composition fell silent before a dreamy melody filled the theater space.

Claude found himself grasping onto the railing, peering forward as a spotlight shone upon the furthest side of the stage.

In but a few moments, you soon stepped forward for your first appearance of the show.

His breath turned still, jaw slacking, eyes widening, heart fluttering.

You looked so radiant and beautiful.

While surely he would always be enchanted by your beauty, you looked so ethereal--absolutely perfect for your role. Your hair lusciously glistening under the lights of the stage, your face painted with make-up that accentuated your features, your body adorned with frills and drapes that would make for a delight to see as you danced.

Even by merely walking, you left him feeling captivated by the grace you exuded with each step.

And all the more guilty that he was not there to support you more than he did in the months leading up to the debut of the show and beyond.

Regardless, as he was already determined to amend anything and everything with you in light of his absence, Claude kept a steady eye on you throughout the performance.

As the plot progressed--with a newfound alliance between your and Ferdinand’s characters--it didn’t take long for him to remember the fact that a romance was woven into the story.

So dedicated to your role, you were able to convey a deep sense of yearning with every shy glance and each flustered sputter made towards Ferdinand, who carried himself with just as much earnest emotion.

Truly, the both of you looked as though you were lost within your own world together, even with asides to the audience, whether by a passionate decree, or a lamentful thought voiced out loud.

At no point did you look to Claude’s direction from where he sat above.

It was to be expected.

He gave you no reason to be hopeful.

Though he marveled at the sight of you carrying yourself so splendidly on stage, his elbows resting on the edge of the balcony while his chin rested upon his steepled hands, the vibrant glint of his emerald irises was more subdued.

For his eyes reflected the sight of you being embraced so affectionately by Ferdinand.

Again, you both were playing your respective roles. The war hero who was destined to fall helplessly in love with the enchanted forest’s deity.

Together, you waltzed amidst sweet, airy chords from the orchestra, Ferdinand’s arm curled around your waist, fingers laced with yours.

Together, you confessed and declared your love towards one another as he embarked for the final confrontation that would either save his country--and thereby the forest you swore to protect--or damn everything to ruin.

Together, as he staggered back from the final standoff only for his battleworn form to be caught within your comforting embrace, you shared a kiss.

And together, you both were ushered on stage for curtain call, boisterous applause welcoming the two of you for your performance.

Without fail, the theater was lively with praise from every patron for tonight’s performance.

Yet somehow, as you stood upon the stage, gazing out towards the audience with an appreciative smile on your face and a look in your eye that conveyed muted joy, one cheer caught your attention.

“That’s my girl!”

A whistle that soared through the air with such distinction, carrying a tone that was as striking as arrows that pierced the skies.

Amidst astonished gasps--was that a horrified “Claude?!” uttered from Lorenz down below?--and curious looks, at long last, you looked towards the balcony.

To him.

From the very moment he saw your head shift towards his direction, he beamed from ear to ear, bringing his fingers to his lips as he whistled once more.

The look on your face wounded Claude’s heart from how preciously surprised it was.

This only made him want to swoop you right into his arms and barrage you with kisses, to make up for lost time, for all the affection he could not physically convey.

And so he quickly took off to do exactly that.

As the audience proceeded to make their leave, Claude used the opportunity to sneak his way backstage once more.

Undeterred by any security who would come to stand in his way nor the near endless wave of cast members and orchestra musicians alike, he hurriedly sought out to find you--as he was certain that you were probably scrambling to seek him out as well.

However, the moment he was able to reach the main lounge area, he soon faced the sight of you, still looking so radiant in your costume.

All while surrounded by a multitude of adoring admirers, namely those of nobility, all of whom were instantaneously recognizable.

As he anticipated, there was Lorenz, singing high praises of your performance while near bathing you with roses. From how much he prattled out his passion for the show and the opportunity to watch the esteemed Mittelfrank Opera, it was more likely than not that he would refrain from bringing up Claude’s outburst.

By his side was a grinning Sylvain, who crooned on your graceful movements and expressed his appreciation for the fit of your dress. He gifted you with a bouquet of red orchids, but not before plucking a short-stemmed one to tuck behind your ear.

And as this occurred, Ferdinand stayed near you. While surely it was to catch up with Lorenz and Sylvain, he hovered by your side protectively as to ward off any bold, intense advancements towards you.

There was a look of overwhelmed but touched awe on your face as you were bestowed by a multitude of sweet words and gifts.

The eagerness in Claude’s smile waned.

And the wrapping paper of his bouquet crinkled slightly further in his hands.

”--with this, it would be best for us both to prepare for the cast dinner celebrating the final show,” Ferdinand hummed with a satisfied smile. “I do hope to see the two of you there. Professor Manuela would be thrilled for a reunion.”

”But of course!” Lorenz declared haughtily with a flick of his silken purple locks. “To miss out on this opportunity would be a disgrace on my nobility.”

Memories from the Officers’ Academy resurging into his mind, Sylvain’s expression became rather tense. “Professor Manuela huh…” Still, his expression soon brightened as he continued, “So long as all those pretty ballerinas are around, I’m game.” His eyes shifting towards you, one closed in a wink. “Especially if you’ll be there, angel.”

”Me?” You repeated curiously right as Ferdinand proceeded to lead you towards the dressing rooms with his arm raised in a polite wave, all while eyeing Sylvain sternly.

”We’ll see the two of you later then!” He remarked, all the while he swore that he saw a familiar flash of golden fabric from the corner of his eyes right as he guided you away.

With the fervor of everyone beginning their celebrations early with champagne and hors d'oeuvres or preparing to leave for the celebratory banquet, you and Ferdinand didn’t get to speak much once he brought you to your dressing room. Before he left to change in his own reserved room, he confirmed the details of the evening’s dinner with you.

Upon his leave, you soon let out a sigh as you took in the emptiness of your dressing room.

For just a moment, Claude was here in this theater, cheering for you at the top of his lungs.

And now he was not.

It almost felt like this was the twist in your dream that would cause for you to jolt up in bed.

There was so much swirling about in your mind and heart, all much too vast for you to even attempt to sort through, especially right before a celebration that called for merriment and bliss.

Not wanting to possibly damper the atmosphere of dinner, you resolved to sort this out upon returning home.

As you prepared to set down your gifted flowers and the like, you noticed that at the very center of your vanity was a bouquet of your favorites.

Astonished, you froze in place as a hushed “Claude?” tumbled from your lips.

“Heheh, now that’s the sound I’ve been wanting to hear.”

And then you heard the door lock.

You were swift to turn around.

There, proceeding to lean right against your dressing room door with a playful twinkle in his eye and a cheeky grin on his lips was none other than your husband.

Though his attire was more Almyran in style, his matured, yet still boyish features now more devilishly rogue by his decision to grow out his beard--one still kept neatly trimmed along his jaw--the man before you was the one to whom you had sworn an eternity with.

Claude.

Just as when you were too stunned to do anything but gawk in awe when he called out to you on stage, you were frozen from the rush of feelings that came surging from within at the sight of him. The indescribable joy of seeing him in front of you after so long, the immense relief that he was able to see you perform at least once, the lingering bittersweetness of his absence.

You didn’t know what to do or say.

He could tell with just a single look.

Still, his tone was light, now especially gentle as he spoke to you while his expression softened. “Something wrong?” He stepped closer, his usual proud stature loosening as he neared you. “I understand if I’m probably the last person you want to see--”

You held up both of your hands.

He felt something prick at his heart.

While you braved a smile on your face, you reassured with a shake of your head. “No it’s fine. I just…” You quickly turned around, your back facing him once more. “Just give me a moment to get out of this, okay?”

The sight of your back only weighed heavier on his heart. While he still played everything off coolly, he craved nothing more than to absolve the tension that was keeping the two of you apart. Though you could hear the grin in his voice, you couldn’t hear the ache in his soul. “A moment to wait for you is nothing. Take your time.”

While he went to mind himself with all there was to see in the room--scripts, costumes, small portraits of Mittelfrank alumni--you proceeded to change out of your dress.

Or at least, attempted to.

Being married, undressing in front of your husband wasn’t what was causing your fingers to tense.

It was this overall situation, this feeling of guilt for being upset over a noble cause, of feeling selfish for a man who just wanted to change the world for the better.

Your love for Claude was undoubtedly there.

But there was a lonely sadness that had lingered for so long nonetheless.,/p>

Which only made it more and more difficult to reach for the hooks and silk ties that held the back of your dress’s corset.

As your focus sunk deeper into the twisted nature of your feelings, this endeavor amidst such a tense situation only caused your body temperature to rise for a myriad of reasons.

But it only took the feeling of warm, calloused hands taking hold of your struggling ones for you to feel a welcome, shivering chill.

Furthered by the heat of breath that fanned over your ear and neck.

“Need some help?”

Standing before your vanity, you gazed at the reflection shown on the mirror, of you and your husband together.

Once again.

You had a feeling of where this moment would soon lead to. While one side was elated for what you foresaw, a part of you was adamant to not allow for your emotions to be swayed and cast aside so easily.

Steadying your voice as best as you could, you reassured, “I-It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about it--”

“I may not have to worry about it, but what kind of husband would I be if I left my pretty wife to struggle?”

His eyes peered at you as he stared at your reflection off the mirror before you, his words murmured just centimeters away from your ear. Though his tone carried some mirth and his lips were quirked in a smile, the usual playful light in his eyes was muted, his emerald irises dark and shadowed.

It was a look of passion.

And of love.

Just for you.

The tension in your fingers weakened within his grasp.

”...I’d appreciate your help then.”

And help he did.

Seeing your costume for the first time up close, he could be forgiven for any fumbling, especially while trying to assist you. Tugging at the top halter tie of your dress revealed a small hook that had to be undone, the tugs of your corset’s strings revealed clasps that his nimble fingers made quick work of.

As he continued to slowly help you undress, he could tell when the heat of his breath ghosting over your bare shoulders and his fingers brushing along your sides made you stiffen or shiver. While he certainly wouldn’t have minded if you shut your eyes in pleasure, what he came to notice was that you eyes were downcast to the floor, instead of staring right ahead to your respective reflections.

And in turn--

“You’re not looking at me.”

He found himself gripping onto the front bow that crossed right over your decolletage, emotions pushing the words past his lips before rationality could retain them in place.

Your eyes suddenly flashed towards the mirror, wide from surprise. “I’m sorry?”

In any other situation, he would have taken a step back to calm himself so he could approach the situation sensibly. But knowing that there was so much hesitation in your heart that you probably felt too guilty to admit, there was just no way that he could refrain.

His other arm curled around your waist as he drew you against him, holding your body close as he rested his chin on your shoulder with a sigh and a bittersweet smile.

“It’s selfish of me, especially to even bring this up as something bothersome. All night, you’ve had your eyes cast elsewhere.” His eyelids closed for a moment as he recalled your performance. “To the audience, to Ferdinand, Lorenz, Sylvain--and now your eyes are looking everywhere besides me, even when I’m right here, holding you in my arms like this.”

While his emerald stare revealed itself once more, he proceeded to bury his face into your neck, lips barely tracing over the delicate skin as he murmured, “But you have good reason to do so. I won’t deny that.”

Lifting his head, he gazed up at you with reverence as your eyes shifted over to look into his. "Actions say so much more than words ever could, and all I want to do is show--rather, to reaffirm the undeniable fact that you are the most important person in my life."

His fingers lingered at the front bow of your dress. From what he could assess, one tug at the fabric would free and expose your chest. As much as he craved to see your skin after so long, he waited for what you had to say.

You were quiet in response, an understandable hesitation given everything that had happened.

Though, he didn’t have to wait for an answer for long, by the way your hand rested comfortably over his and squeezed, all while you stared at him earnestly with the soft but yearning response of, ”Then show me.”

Claude had nothing else to say, but an answer to give.

The kiss he then hungrily planted on your lips was just the beginning.

Upon the dressing room sofa where you would sit upon to read over the script or letters from your husband while steadying your racing heart prior to a performance, there was a flutter within your chest as you were laid upon it with an urgency that was as needy as it was tender.

With all the intricacies of your dress, usually Claude would have loved to take his time tugging and undoing every ribbon and button, a pride in the dexterity of his nimble fingers as he undressed you like he would unwrap a present.

However, at this moment, after so long, he was in no mood for such indulgence. If something had to be torn or ruined, so be it. As king, he could easily offer monetary compensation to the seamstress of your costume --perhaps even commission for more lovely outfits for you to wear.

The orchid that Sylvain tucked behind your ear joined your pile of discarded clothes, with his Almyran garb soon following suit.

For every inch of skin revealed to his eyes, his mouth watered to kiss while his fingers ached to touch. He almost forgot to strip you completely from the moment his lips encircled around your nipples, all while his palms kneaded your breasts. How could he have ever forgotten the sweet warmth of your skin against his nuzzling face?

Your mewls from his attention to your chest reminded him to continue onward. For as much as he wanted to near worship your chest, there was still so much more of you he wished to revere once again. His lips continued their journey downwards, mouth ghosting over your stomach, trailing over your hips. His teeth just barely caught hold of the band of your panties before he tugged them down to your thighs, his hand dragging them off before he spread your legs wide apart.

Beneath the flickering flames of your dressing room chandelier, your naked body was bathed in soft golden light. Even now, fully stripped of your costume of a forest enchantress, you still looked so gorgeously ethereal.

As he thought during his days spent at the Officers Academy to now, you were lovelier than any divine deity.

His gaze shifted down to between your thighs, love and lust clouding his emerald eyes in a haze. Catching sight of the glistening shine of your dribbling core, he let out a groan before hurriedly planting his face down, his lips eagerly parted. Long, skillful strokes of his tongue had you mewling and arching against his head.

He grinned happily to himself. Even after so long, he still knew how to make you squirm by his self-proclaimed golden tongue, whether by its teasing flicks or the utter filth he would murmur to you. The focused pressure of quick circles over your clit to tender suckles had his name pouring out from your lips.

And truly, he did not want to cease. After countless months from having your addictive taste linger on his lips, he was ready to spend the night with his face right between your thighs.

However, it was for that same reason he could not indulge for too long, if by the increasingly aching throb of his cock.

For too long he had been away from you.

It was time at last that the two of you were joined together once again in the absolute most intimate way possible.

Looming above you upon the couch, chest broad and fine with hair, eyes gleaming with need and affection, Claude was settled between your legs. “Fuck,” was the word hissed so sinfully from your husband’s lips as he nudged the leaking tip of his cock against the slickness of your center.

Right as he slowly slid every heavy inch of his dick inside you, his lips sought out yours for yet another kiss. Somehow, for as much as he has kissed you up until now during this evening, he felt like he was still far from having his fill. He just wanted to make up for lost time, to satisfy his present urges, to express all the love he should have been putting more effort with doing so.

His hands cradled your waist as he worked his thrusts into a rhythm. Moderate at first, but hearing your moans and feeling your fingers thread through his hair while your legs curled around his hips encouraged him to start pounding into you. He wanted his name the only thing on your lips, to have his hair pulled and his shoulders near clawed, to have your body cling to him with absolute need.

In-between kisses that become messier, amidst the noisiness of his cock stuffing into your sopping center while his balls slapped against your ass, he still had a coherency as he spoke to you, his words husky but the look in his eyes sincere, "I've had my eyes cast to the future--our future--so much that I forgot how important it was to be with you now--"

A knock at the door.

The call of your name.

”We will be taking off soon. Are you ready to disembark?”

Ferdinand.

You were astonished, your eyes breaking contact with Claude’s to turn to the door. Your lips were about to speak when your husband spoke up, his voice cheeky yet firm.

”She’s not ready yet, but I’ll be the one to take her to dinner, Ferdinand. We’ll see you in a bit.”

Ferdinand’s flustered squawk went unnoticed by Claude, who only continued to hammer his cock into you.

Your gasped “Claude-!” was smothered by his lips with yet another kiss. When the two of you parted for breath, his gaze seized contact with yours as he gruffed out, “Don’t think of Ferdinand. Him, Lorenz, Sylvain--anyone. Just keep your eyes on me, okay?”

You were utterly surprised, breathless as you questioned, “Claude, you-- Are you jealous?”

”I’m your husband,” he clarified with absolute resolution, his grip on your waist slacking to instead give way for his arms caging around you. As his lips readied to claim another kiss from your mouth, he purred, “And I’m going to make that clear.”

He was certain that you would admonish him, whether immediately now or when the two of you were finished. However, seeing as how you were the one to initiate the kiss before he could, followed by your hands releasing his hair to cup his bearded cheeks instead, what he heard you say next was all that he could ever want to hear.

Dazed with pleasure as you were, the love in your voice and on the look of your face was absolute. “As your wife, you better.”

A wide grin soon spread over his lips. “Leave it to me.”

And so the two of you remained joined together. By lips, by skin, by words of affection. Your hips rutted back against his thrusts, his teeth made their presence known on your neck, making sure to leave at least one that would be hard to hide during dinner. It wasn’t long until you were both teetering on the edge of orgasm, you and Claude clinging and holding onto each other amidst it all.

“I’m gonna cum,” he gasped out, shuddering as he readied to draw out. “And unless you wanna get to bearing heirs already then--”

Your legs hugged his hips tighter, a mewled “That’s fine” escaping you.

Claude’s jaw went slack for a moment, just before tightening as a fiery resolve took over him as he proceeded to fuck you even harder, his voice in a low and satisfied growl, “That’s my girl. My sweet girl. Mine…!”

With the cries of each other’s names soon released into the air along with the heavy, hot rush of his seed pouring into you, your bodies soon collapsed back onto the sofa together in a satisfied heap, at last the two of you fully reunited--in body and in soul.

Though you both would have to soon get ready as to not miss dinner, for now, Claude was insistent on hugging you close so he could leave an endless trail of kisses along wherever he saw fit, all while your fingers gently stroked through his messy brown curls. The air was tender and light, any bit of tension and guilt from before completely washed away.

When his mouth met yours yet again, Claude stared at you adoringly, his tone tender as he remarked, “And to think, you’ve just captured the hearts of Fódlan with your talents on stage.” One eye closing in a wink, he grinned. “And you get to do it all over again to your adoring people in Almyra.”

Your head tilted slightly to the side, your expression curious if not confused. “My what?”

Claude froze. “Oh...right. About that--”

How he so very looked forward to spending forever with you.

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