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amor-immortalem · 9 months

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A Change in Routine

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Repost from yesterday cuz my dumbass queued it for the wrong day!

A/N: Allergies were kicking my ass last year, so I didn’t have much energy to finish this up before Mammon’s (and Mahlon’s) birthday hit. I’ve had a whole year to work on this instead, so we’ll see if it’s still any good.

“What do you mean he won’t be home for our birthday?!”

“Honey, your father has a lot of souls to judge.” Arella frowns at the look on her youngest’s face. She always hated it when any of the kids were let down. “He’s trying his best to be done with his work by the weekend but unfortunately, sometimes these things happen. I know it’s disappointing because you two always celebrate your birthdays together, but there’s always next year, right?”

The boy only looks away from his mother frowning. “Yeah, I guess…” and then he runs off to sulk.

“He’ll be fine.” the human tells herself, “Learning how to accept changes will be good for him.”

・・・〆・・・

As the week goes on, Mahlon seems to get more upset over Mammon not being home on their birthday. He doesn’t do any schoolwork- not that grade one offers that much schoolwork to begin with. Even if it did, the little one was too distracted wracking his brain over why his father was really missing their birthday. It had to be something he did.

“Maaaahloonnn, are you even listening to me?” Oliver complains as he waves his hand in front of his cousin’s face. “Helloooo, are you in there?”

The pair were waiting for their mothers after school let out that Friday as both Azalea and Cyrus had been stuck in detention, Henry had cut school to stay home and play video games all day, Melissa and Solaris were at cram school and Aurelius had a photoshoot at Majolish right after R.A.D had gotten out for the day.

“No… I wasn’t. Sorry…” the apology was half-hearted at best. “What were you saying?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” the older half-demon sighs as he takes a seat next to the freckled boy. “You’ve been like this all week- I thought you would be super excited considering your birthday is the day after tomorrow…”

“Daddy won't be home for it this year so what’s the point in being excited?”

“You’re sad about it? I thought you’d like having a party all to yourself this year…”

“I like sharing my birthday with Daddy. That’s the only good thing that makes me special from my brothers and sister… you wouldn’t get it. You’re Aunt Paisley and Uncle Belphie’s only kid so things are different for you, but I have to compete for my parents’ attention with the others…”

Oliver only shrugs as Paisley and Arella arrive.

“Hey, boys.” Paisley smiles as Oliver runs up and all but leaps into their arms. “Did you have a good day?”

“My day was good! I didn’t fall asleep at all during class!” the blue and white-haired boy smiles, “I missed you lots and lots though!”

“Awww, I missed you to, baby.”

“And what about your day, Mahlon?” Arella asks, “Did you have a fun time?”

Mahlon only shrugs, he won’t tell her about all the teasing and bullying that went on throughout the day.. “It was okay, I guess… not a whole lot happened so I guess it was kinda boring…”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Arella kneels down, “I know you’ve been kind of down in the dumps this past week so how about we go get some ice cream to make up for the day, hm?”

Oliver’s eyes lit up at the mention of sweet treat. “Can we go too, Mommy? Please, please, pleeeeease?”

“I don’t really want ice cream,” the black-haired boy says softly. “Sunday, I’m gonna have cake. That’s way too much sweets for one weekend. I just wanna go home…”

Arella and Paisley share a worried look. Mahlon loves ice cream- it’s his most preferred treat when his mood is off and to hear the boy turn down such an offer is surprising.

“He’s really taking the whole news about Mammon being away for his birthday pretty rough, isn’t he?”

“Unfortunately…” Arella sighs before turning her attention back to Mahlon. “Alright well, if you change your mind later, we can always go then.” She offers her hand to him which he takes. “We’ll see you all on Sunday. Have a good night, Paisley. Please remind Belphegor we have that meeting on Monday at 8 am and unless he is actively judging souls in Hell, he needs to be there, awake and alert.

“Alright.” They smile, “Also when is your next trip to the human world going to be? I’d like to go visit my sister and see the sun.”

“Next week, I think… I’ll let you know once I check my calendar.”

After that, the two humans part ways, their children in tow.

・・・〆・・・

Once Arella and Mahlon get home, the boy goes straight to his room. He doesn’t even greet Azalea as she sits in the middle of the living room floor attempting to beat the final boss of a new RPG Levi had lent her. Something not unnoticed by the 20-year-old.

“What’s his deal?” she asks as Arella takes a seat on the couch behind her.

“He’s upset that your father won’t be home for his birthday.” The human frowns. “You know how he likes these types of things to be the same every year and the fact that it’s different this year has been affecting him all week.”

“Oh, he’s so dramatic- it's one birthday.” Azalea rolls her eye, “The kid’s gonna have a billion more to celebrate with Dad, one year won’t hurt nothin’. ‘N besides, Cyrus isn’t doing so hot in his training which is causing all sorts of back-ups for Dad- and I’m out here putting in all this hard work behind the scenes so Cyrus can know what he’s doin’, and yet, it’s being wasted.” She feigns a disappointed sigh, “You can tell he ain’t got the spine for the job... so annoying but what can I do?”

“Well, I appreciate what you’re doing to help your brother- and I’m sure your father does as well even if he doesn’t quite realize it yet.” Arella smiles. “Changing subjects, you had an eye-doctor appointment today- how did that go?”

“Shitty.” the freckled girl replies, “Turns out I can’t see for shit out of my remaining eye. I’m gonna need glasses or a monocle or some shit like that. Hey, do ya think if I got a glass eye to replace the one I’m missin’ that that would be weird?”

“No,” Is all Arella responds with at first, “I think it would make for some interesting pranks with demons who don’t know you very well though.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?” A mischievous grin paints itself on her features, “Thanks for the idea, Mum.”

“Any time, my dear.”

・・・〆・・・

“So, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to make it home in time for Sunday?” the human chews on her bottom lip as she washes the dishes from dinner.

“No.” Is Mammon’s response, “I ain’t even gotten through a small fraction of the souls I had to go chase down after Cyrus summoned ‘em but couldn’t judge ‘em fast enough. There has to be a good 5000 left. Probably another 1000 still out runnin’ around the fourth layer too. Some even escaped back up to the human world- Thirteen told me she’d round them all up and haul ‘em back here for me but the whole situation is just a mess.”

He runs a hand through his hair as he sighs.

“This ain’t what I wanna be doing on mine and Mahlon’s birthday of all days. I’d like to be home with y’all, but it just isn’t meant to be this year, I guess.”

“Yeah, Mahlon’s taking it especially hard. I don’t know what it is about your guys’ birthday, but he just refuses to compromise on it. He didn’t even seem too keen on a party because it’s not something we usually do for you two.”

“It’s cuz ya spoil him too much, Babe.” The demon teases, “Every time he even looks like he’s gonna have one of his meltdowns, you cave.”

“And you don’t?” She asks worriedly, “You’ve seen what he does to himself when he gets that upset- the biting, the hitting, the head-banging, the scratching-”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it all. But I don’t let it happen either. I lock the kid down ‘n hold on until he’s done and had a chance to calm down some. It ain’t all that difficult to keep him safe and not let him have his way at the same time.”

“Easy for you to say,” Arella sighs, “I don’t have the physical strength necessary to hold him down like that and with how hard he bangs his head, he might actually break my ribs if he decides to bang his head against my chest, so my only option is to give in to his demands.”

“And that’s why ya have the hardest time setting limits with him, ‘Rella. Get one of his siblings to hold him down- ‘Relius and Cyrus both know how, and Azalea’s seen me do it enough times that she’s got the gist of it too. Anyway, I have to go before I lose these souls that I just managed to bring back. I love you, and I’ll see you... hopefully sometime next week?”

“I love you too. Come back soon.”

She doesn’t know it yet, but the demon’s been lying to her this entire time. He’d managed to catch up on this disaster his son had made earlier in the week and now didn’t have nearly as much work left as he’d told her- maybe just a single night’s worth of work left. All this lying was meant to just be a big surprise for his youngest.

As the pair hang up, Arella can hear some kind of commotion going on upstairs. She runs to go check it out. To her surprise, she sees Mahlon being held down by his sister as he just wails and struggles and screams.

“Hey, hey, it ain’t the end of the world, kid. It’s just one day. It’s not worth hurtin’ yourself over.” Her words end up breaking with each backswing of the six-year-old's head against her chest before she shifted her hands to grasp both of his wrists in one and the other’s placed against Mahlon’s forehead so he couldn’t headbang anymore. Azalea even has her legs placed over his to keep Mahlon’s legs from kicking violently. “It’s okay for things to be a little bit different.”

“NO, IT’S NOT!” The black-haired boy shrieks at the top of his lungs as he coughs in between sobs. He starts squirming to get out of his sister’s grasp, but she’s got him locked down. “I WANT DADDY!”

“Well, Daddy ain’t here and carryin’ on this way ain’t gonna make him magically appear either.” Azalea’s tone is stern as she looks over at their mother. “Look, Mum’s here. You’re scaring her by acting like this. I can let you go but we need to have a calm body first.”

“NO!” Again, the six-year-old wriggles and squirms. “I WANT DADDY! I WANT DADDY HOME WITH US FOR OUR BIRTHDAY!”

“Mahlon, honey, this is quite enough.” Arella is kneeling down in front of her youngest. “I know this is a big change for you, but we can’t help that your father won’t be here. Nothing can stay the same forever. Everything always changes even if it’s just a little bit.”

“B-but I don’t wa-nt it to!” The little half-demon's voice hiccups as he starts to calm down. He’s still heaving breaths as he sniffles.

“I know, Baby.” the human smiles sadly as she wipes the remaining tears away, “But as time goes on, that’s just what happens. There’s no reasoning to it.”

As the child finally de-escalates, Azalea let’s him go. Arella can’t help but try to cover up the wince her face takes at the sight of his little arms all scratched and bitten up. All the wounds were superficial, thankfully, but they still look painful.

“My head hurts...” is all Mahlon mumbles as he leans against his mother.

“Well, yeah, I bet.” Azalea grumbles as she rubs the spot on her chest that he’d been all but bashing his head against. “You’ll feel better in a bit once you calm down a bit more.”

“I can give you something for the pain,” Arella says as she wraps the six-year-old up in her arms. “Azalea, do you want anything for your chest? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” She’s scrolling through her fabsnap when she comes across a shipping video between her, the poster, and her twin. “Grooooossss, why’re people even inta real-person-fiction? It’s kinda depressing to be honest.”

Arella merely shrugs. “Comes with the price of coming from a family as well-known as ours. Just block them and move on.”

“Those are the types of people who didn’t get bullied enough as kids and it shows.” The 20-year-old chuckles. “Like we’d even be into sharing partners with each other anyway.”

“Azalea. Just ignore it if you’re uncomfortable with it. The longer you watch and engage with it, the more frequently that type of content will appear on your feed.”

“Fine, fine, I’m done. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a project I still need to finish before the party on Sunday.” She’s off before either Mahlon or Arella can ask what she was working on.

・・・〆・・・

It’s rather early in the morning- just before the crack of dawn- when Mammon sneaks into the house. This was supposed to be a surprise, not only for his youngest, but for his wife as well who was none the wiser about what was really going on. He finds her in the kitchen, brewing her usual morning cup of tea.

Quietly, he inches closer and closer until...

“Gotcha!” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist.

Arella reacts immediately, head flying back and hitting the demon square in the mouth. The white-haired male recoils letting out a pained groan as he stumbles back.

“Mammon!?” Arella’s surprised as she gets a better look at him in the dim kitchen light. “Oh, Love, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Totally,” He’s still covering his mouth as he leans against the counter. “I’m fine.”

Unconvinced, the human only grabs an ice pack from the freezer. “How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that? Let me see your mouth.”

“Hundreds,” Mammon does as he’s asked, revealing the freshly busted lip he received from this exchange. “I thought it would go better than this...”

“Well, unfortunately that’s not the case.” She sighs as she wraps the ice pack in a towel and hands it to her husband. “You could have told me you were coming home early, you know?”

“And have you ruin the surprise for Mahlon? Nah. Speaking of, is he still in bed? I thought he woulda been up by now even with it being a rough night for y’all.”

“So, you heard about that? You can thank your daughter for stepping in to help.”

“She did? I’m surprised.”

“Yes, she did. Anyway, to answer your question, yes, he’s still sleeping- well more like he just fell asleep not too long ago. There was a lot of self-injurious behavior, so Azalea’s been sitting with him the past couple of hours. You can be the one to wake him up later.”

“Yeah sure, but for right now…” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist as he leans in for a kiss, “since we’re the only ones up ‘n all, I figured we could-”

“No.” The human chuckles softly as she dabs at his lip with a paper towel. “After I have my tea, I promised Azalea I would finish wrapping the present she made for Mahlon and after that I’m starting on the culinary prep work for today’s party and then breakfast. Buuuut if you’re a good boy today, then I promise we’ll have time for that later once the kids all go to bed.”

“Fiiiiine,” The demon purses his lips in a pout at the rejection. “Can I at least get one kiss? It is my birthday after all.”

Arella leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You can’t trick me that easily, Mammon. We’ve been together long enough that I know one kiss isn’t just one kiss with you. Now, run along and go get some rest. You’ll need it if I’m going to have my fun with you tonight.” She gives her husband a pat to the cheek as she turns back to the kettle that was now whistling.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay and help.”

・・・〆・・・

At about 11:30, after a whole seven and a half hours of assisting his wife, Mammon decides it’s time to wake Mahlon for the day.

As he ascends the steps up to the second level, who should he run into but his daughter. She was just coming out of her youngest brother’s room when Mammon calls out to her.

“Thanks for helping your ma out last night, Zay.”

“Hmm? Yeah, don’t worry about it.” The half-demon yawns. “Cyrus and Aurelius seemed pretty fit to be tied with the kid last night, so I just dealt with it. Don’t expect it to be a regular occurrence though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it- anyway, it’s just nice to know I can count on ya to step up when we need it.”

With nothing more said between the two, Azalea stalks off back to her room and Mammon continues of his mission to wake up Mahlon.

As he enters the child’s room, he knelt down beside his son’s bed.

“Mahlon, time to wake up, Buddy.”

The little half-demon grumbles as he rolls away.

“Mahlon,” the demon tries once more, “Mommy made breakfast for you. Its gonna get cold.”

“Noooo,” this time there’s an audible response as Mahlon pulls his pillow over his head. “Want Daddy.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m the one wakin’ ya up then.” Mammon’s voice is a little louder, a little clearer than the gentle tone he’d just been using.

It takes the boy a little longer to process what he’s just heard than usual, but when it clicks, Mahlon sits up frantically with wide multicolored eyes.

“Surprise!”

“Daddy!”

The seven-year-old leaps forward, nearly knocking his father to the ground as he wraps his arms around the demon’s neck in a tight hug. Mammon’s able to catch himself before he manages to topple over though.

“You said you weren’t gonna be home in time.” Mahlon’s voice comes out muffled.

“Thought I wasn’t for a minute there,” Mammon sighs as he stands up and heads downstairs, “but I worked extra hard so I could be home in time to celebrate with you.” He sets the boy down as they reach the kitchen.

“There’s the birthday boy!” Arella smiles as she sets Mahlon’s plate at the table. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mhm. I slept really good. I’m still kinda sleep.”

“Didn’t know being an obnoxious little brat could be so exhausting,” another voice grumbles under their breath from the table.

“Aurelius, enough.” The human replies sternly. “Finish up your breakfast so you’re not late for your photoshoot.”

“Don’t got one anymore after a certain someone decided to bite me so hard his fangs broke skin,” his green eyes send an annoyed glare towards his younger brother who misses the malice behind it completely.

“Don’t have your arm near my mouth then.” Mahlon shoots back as he sticks his tongue out.

“Don’t be so out of hand that I have to restrain you!” He stands suddenly and Arella puts a barrier up between the two of them to keep anyone from getting hurt.

“No thanks, boys. We’re not doing this right now. Both of you need to finish your breakfast and then you can go your separate ways until the party.”

“And when you’re done, Aurelius,” Mammon pops his head in through the kitchen serving hatch, “come see me in Mom’s office. I wanna talk to ya about something.”

Mahlon just gives his older brother a smug look when neither of their parents are looking, thinking he’d won their little exchange, to which Aurelius just rolls his eyes and shovels what remained of his breakfast into his mouth.

・・・〆・・・

“So, you wanted to see me?” Aurelius asks as he closes the door to the office. He’s surprised to see his older siblings sitting in the chairs in front of the desk. “Well at least I know I’m not in trouble if the two of you are here as well.”

“Ya weren’t in trouble to begin with, kid.” The demon has to suppress a soft chuckle, “Pop a squat, it’ll only be a couple minutes for you. Your brother and sister however- well I got more than just a couple of minutes worth of lecture for them.”

Once Aurelius has taken a seat next to his sister, all three of them wait patiently.

“I want y’all to stop helping with your brother.” Mammon starts after a long pause. None of them can believe what they just heard.

“Come again?” Azalea is the first to speak. “Did you say ‘stop’ helping?”

“I did.” The demon nods as he looks over some files on the computer. “Mahlon’s seven now so he won’t need as much constant supervision like he did when he was really little. Not to mention, I’m leaving modeling altogether after my next photoshoot so I’ll be able to home all the time now.”

Aurelius’s eyes widen at hearing the news.

“So no more babysitting after that?” The youngest of the three asks. “And what about your throne in Hell? Are you abdicating that as well?” This was great news.

“Nah, I’m still gonna hold onto that for a while. With that whole mess that your brother and sister made for me to clean up down there, it proves to me to Cyrus definitely isn’t ready to take over just yet.”

Cyrus only looks away out of embarrassment and mumbles a small ‘sorry’.

“That’s all I really wanted to talk with you about, Aurelius. You’re free to go. Majolish will probly be calling ya by the end of this week to see if you’re interested in filling my spot so be on the look out for that.”

“Right,” the half-demon gets up and heads out, a new spring in his step as he can hear his father lay into his siblings about summoning all the souls that had escaped the throne room in hell. “Well sucks to be them I guess.”

・・・〆・・・

With the party in full swing, Mammon and Mahlon both find it difficult not to let themselves have a good time. While the adults and the older kids were all occupied by hearing embarrassing stories about Mammon’s past, much to the demon’s chagrin, Mahlon and the cousins he was closest in age to just ended up snooping around his gifts- well more like just Mahlon and Oliver. Hakan was trying to help himself to a tenth helping of chips and a taco dip that Isabella had brought.

“What’re you even trying to do, Mahlon? The ginger-haired half-demon asks as he enjoys the newly acquired dip on his plate. “Usually, when people snoop around their gifts, there’s a lot of shaking of the boxes. They don’t just stare at them.”

“I was trying to see if my powers had come in yet or if I had any magic like Mommy yet…” he sighs, “but I guess the doctor wasn’t lying when they said I’d never get either…”

“You don’t need any of that though,” Oliver smiles. “I like you just the way you are.”

Mahlon doesn’t say anything in response. As the adults announce its time to cut the cake, the black-haired half-demon takes off.

・・・〆・・・

Mahlon hides out in the backyard behind a tree as he tries to stifle his tears. How could his cousin say that? ‘I like you just the way you are,’ what a joke. They’re family. He has to like him even if it’s only just a little bit. What Mahlon really wants is for his peers to like him.

As the boy wipes at his eyes, he feels someone take a seat next to him.

“Was the party too much for ya, buddy?” Mammon’s voice is soft, worrying that any louder might push the child into an overstimulation meltdown. When the seven-year-old only shakes his head, the demon lets out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Do ya know what’s got ya so upset?” A nod this time. “Did it have something to do with whatever Oliver said to you?”

“Kinda… he’s not in trouble, is he?”

“No,” Mammon smiles as he ruffles Mahlon’s already messy curly hair. “We were all just really confused when you took off like that. Ya wanna tell me what the deals is?”

“It’s dumb…” the freckled half-demon admits. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“I really won’t. You could tell me the dumbest thing in the world ‘n I still wouldn’t laugh at ya.”

“… it’s ‘cause I don’t have any powers or magic yet. The other kids at school tease me, call me a freak and it hurts my feelings.”

“Oh, Mahlon… I’m sorry, buddy. I know that’s gotta be really tough to go through, especially when you look at your siblings and cousins and see them with theirs…” Mammon wraps an arm around the little one and pulls him into tight side hug.

“They say th-there’s s-something wrong with me. That I-I’m-m broken and-and-”

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay. Just take a couple deep breaths, alright?” He brushes away Mahlon’s tears and holds him tight even as the green-to-blue-to-gold-eyed boy starts to thump the side of his head against Mammon’s chest. “No, we’re not doin’ any of that right now, lil’ man.”

They sit in silence for a few moments until the worst of it passes before the demon speaks again.

“It doesn’t matter what those kids say to you Mahlon, ‘cause they don’t know nothin’. I know what they said to you hurts but you ain’t broken. You’re just built different and that’s what makes you so special. When you grow up, there’re gonna be opportunities that only you will have because you don’t have any demonic powers or magic.”

“Like what?” His multicolored eyes peer up at his father.

“Well, for starter:” Mammon smiles, “you are the only one out of you and your siblings that will be able to have the choice to live in the human world if that’s what you want. No magic or powers means you won’t be so easily clocked as anything other than just a normal human.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” He smiles. “‘N besides, why would ya ever wanna be just like everyone else when you can be one-of-a-kind? The teasing and bullyin’ll be short-lived but one day, you’re gonna meet people that will like you for you, not what you can do. Trust me on it.”

Slowly, Mahlon nods. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mammon stands, with a slight bounce, making Mahlon laugh as he grabs on tighter to his father, “now, let’s back to the party. There’s a big ol’ piece of cake with your name on it, literally.”

・・・〆・・・

The rest of the party goes off without a hitch. After it seemed all the presents were opened, their family began to take their leave. That’s when Azalea pulls her youngest brother aside for a moment.

“Here,” she produces one last gift from behind her back and handed it to Mahlon.

The box is pretty as the black-haired boy inspects it. He begins to open it slowly, pulling the lid off and peaking inside.

He looks up at her with surprise before reaching in to pull the gift from its container.

“A Blue Jay!” He smiles wide as he hugs the stuffed toy tightly and is delighted to find the toy lets off the calls of the bird it's made after. “Thank you!” He wraps his arms around her in hug. “I love him.”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries, squirt. Just make sure you take care of it. I’m not makin’ ya another one if ya lose it or it gets broken somehow.” Azalea manages to extricate herself from the hug before walking past her brother. “If y’re up for one more surprise, follow me out to the Aviary, yeah?”

And that piques Mahlon’s curiosity as he follows his sister’s lead. When the pair arrive, they’re greeted by Mammon’s crows all huddled around their master as he fiddles around with the doors of the incubator he has for eggs some of his younger crows won't care for.

“I got him, Dad.”

“Thanks, Mahlon, c’mere. I wanna show you something.” Mammon picks up something out of the incubator and kneels down to his son’s height.

The young boy can only watch in awe as a fledgling jay pokes her head out of his hands to look around at her surroundings. When the bird sees Mahlon, she chirps happily.

“Wanna hold her? She’s yours.” The demon asks as Mahlon nods furiously.

“Where did she come from?” He asks, “We don’t have blue jays down here.”

“A cat brought her down here to make a meal out of her- if you look really closely, you’ll see her wings still kinda messed up so she can’t fly all that well yet.” He explains, “in a few weeks she’ll be good as new but you’re gonna help me take care of her til that happens.”

“Okay,”

“So, what’s ‘er name?” Azalea asks, one of her own familiars swooping down and landing on her shoulder and dropping a pretty rock into her left palm.

“Doesn’t she have one already?” Mahlon asks.

“You’re her master,” Mammon explains with a chuckle, “wouldn’t be right if anyone else named her.”

“What about… what about Azul… that’s a good name, right, Daddy? Azalea don’t laugh at me!”

“It is if you say it is.” Mammon swats at Azalea to get her to stop snickering at the name her little brother had chosen for his first familiar. “Now, let’s put ‘er back to bed so she can rest her wing. We’ll see her in the morning.”

Mahlon nods as he gives the bird in his hands a gentle kiss on the head as he sets her back in the incubator.

As the three of them all head in for the night, Mahlon can’t help but think this was the best birthday he’d ever had.

・・・〆・・・

Once all the kids are out for the night, Arella takes the time to seek out her husband in the living room where he’s just finished cleaning up the mess left from the party.

He hasn’t realized she was coming up behind him, so Arella takes the chance to get a little payback for this morning.

“Maaaammmon!” The sound of her voice and the ways she wraps her arms around his neck as she jumps up onto his back makes the demon jump.

“Wha- Arella!” He’s not amused by his wife’s antics. “I coulda really hurt ya just now.”

“And it would be worth every bit of pain. Think of it as payback for this morning.” She kisses his cheek and drops back down to the floor. “Did you have a good birthday, Love?”

“Yeah, it was great actually.” He nods as he turns to face her, pulling her close. “Third best birthday ever.”

“Third? What were the first two?”

“The last one we had with Cyrus before he went missing and the year we had Mahlon.” Mammon smiles as he takes a seat in the couch, pulling his wife down with him.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your special day. I actually have one more gift for you. Would you like it?”

“Do ya even gotta ask?” Mammon leans in for a kiss, but Arella stops him by holding up a small box to his lips. “Oh, you meant an actual gift…”

“Don’t worry, Dear.” she laughs softly at his slight disappointment, “We’ll still do what I promised this morning, but I wanted you to open this last- when it was just us.”

“What is it?” He studies the box before opening it. “A new ring? Thanks, Babe.”

“Look on the inside. It’s engraved with a message.”

“For my soulmate, I would conquer time, space, and even death itself…” he takes a moment to take in the words etched into the band. “Oh, you are so corny… but I don’t think I’d change it for the world.”

He leans in and presses a kiss to her lips, leaning his forehead against hers once he pulls away.

“Love you, ‘Rella…”

“I love you too, Mammon. Happy Birthday.”

・・・〆・・・

End

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applesontheground · 1 year

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eager to announce that the remaining things in my inbox have been written out and queued to post very soon after some last second edits. this means that you can expect my requests to open some time next couple weeks along with a character list + rules and general update. ❤

very excited to be sharing some of the work i’ve been tying up for the past couple of months in between everything else. (also, not to get personal but i’m also very excited to say that the next time you’ll hear from me i’ll most likely be a college graduate!)

thanks again for being so patient with me, especially considering some of the requests have been sitting in my box for like... a year.

as always, sending my love along with my nasty slasher thoughts.

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primofate · 3 years

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im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox

Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but I’m feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3

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Scenario: Breaking up

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

Albedo

Alone.

These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.

You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.

Gone were those days.

He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming. There were so many signs.

Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things weren’t enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again.

“Bedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We haven’t been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,” you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move.

“Sorry, Y/N, we’re just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... It’ll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...” and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things.

But you couldn’t help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you.

‘Maybe I just need to be more proactive. That’s it! I’ll go and visit him at the lab today!’ Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters.

You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?!” There’s a wild look in Albedo’s eyes the moment you step in. He didn’t appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, since you’ve been so busy these days I just thought I’d drop by and give you something to--”

“Y/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,”

“I’ll just be quick, I’m just dropping this off,” you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh.

“...We’re working on something dangerous right now, I don’t have time to eat. Please take it back,”

Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. “Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. “Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

You didn’t expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldn’t take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesn’t know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo.

The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didn’t want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment.

Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days.

This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. “I-I’ll be back, Master Albedo,” she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now.

Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. “Y/N!” she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.

Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. “Y/N...” Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.

“...I don’t know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,” you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. “...Without him, there isn’t much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,” Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. “H-He’s just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, I’m sure he doesn’t mean what he said,” You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. “Sucrose, please watch over him,” and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you.

That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.

When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.

Deep in the pits of his stomach there’s an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Empty.

His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep.

Empty.

Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, that’s it, perhaps you just didn’t have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.

The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background.

He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw it’s way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didn’t know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didn’t even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.

You’re gone.

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. There’s no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.

“...Please...” There’s another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you.

“Albedo? Tired?” you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small “Mm,” and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, love,”

“...Please!” his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.

“Al! Don’t do that!” you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, “It’s good, as always,”

His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. “At least tell me where you've gone! I can’t--” he doesn’t know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesn’t remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. “I didn’t mean it, please give them back,” as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now.

He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.

Nothing for him to hold on to.

That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.

That night, he painfully got into bed.

Alone.

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Quality Family Time: Baby Jack ficlet

for the bah discord besties<3

In Dean's humble opinion, the week was off to a pretty good start. Sunday, he and Cas took Jack to the library and let him go wild in the children's section, then let him run off his "excitement about literature" in the park, ending with lunch at their favorite diner, which is Dean's humble opinion qualifies as a pretty great Sunday afternoon. And then Sammy and Eileen finished up their hunt earlier than expected, and they even brought back Claire and Kaia as a surprise. Meaning they got to all have a much-needed family dinner, movie night, and catch up with the girls. And they decided to stay for a few days, which meant extra babysitters, which really meant, he and Cas could have their date night this week. And of course it also meant Dean had a few days to just hang out with his family, watch some movies, watch his kids bond, run some stupid errands, cook some big meals.

Now it was Wednesday, and Dean was spending the day with Eileen and Jack, while the others opted to help Sam with the supply run. Eileen was getting a movie queued up for Jack's nap, while Dean got a start on some laundry.

(read the rest under the cut)

He was currently running out to the garage to grab the blanket he keeps folded in Baby's trunk, smiling fondly at the memory of Monday's date night.

So yeah as far as Wednesdays go, Dean was having a pretty good one.

At least, he was.

Dean's stomach dropped as he flicked the lights on, barely registering the clang of his keys hitting the floor, standing frozen in the doorway.

He's hallucinating, he must be. There's absolutely no way that-

He squeezed his eyes shut, counting to ten while he tried to will away the hallucination with his mind. But unfortunately for Dean, he didn't have that kind of mind power, because that thing was still sitting there when he opened his eyes.

Fuck.

Forcing his feet to move, Dean stepped further into the garage, reaching out a shaking hand as he inched forward.

He'll just touch it and his hand will go through it, and he can blame this hallucination on that questionable burger he ate at some local joint they all went to last night. It'll be fi-

Dean's blood turned to ice as his hand connected with cool metal. He quickly jumped back in shock, jaw hitting the floor.

Because last time he checked, Dean didn't leave an 18 foot long Lightning McQueen sitting in his beloved Baby's parking spot.

He tried to speak but all that came out was an incoherent squeak, as he raced around the car inspecting every inch of it.

He couldn't get any of the doors open or the hood for that matter, but as far as he could tell it seemed to be a real car, despite being a cartoon look-a-like.

Well, at least it wasn't talking.

"Ka-chow"

Dean slumped over onto the roof of the car, banging his head, fists following in defeat.

Because there was a Lightning McQueen look-a-like with a toy voice box, parked in the garage of their super top-secret underground Bunker, in place of one of his most prized possessions.

Maybe he spoke too soon about having a pretty good Wednesday.

Why is this happening? How did this thing get in here? Where is his Baby? Is she alright? Can he even get her back? How the hell did this ev-

Son of a bitch.

"Jack!" Dean called, voice coming out more strangled than he'd care to admit.

Of course. Cars had become Jack's new obsession over the past week, they first watched it on Friday night and he's insisted on watching it at least once a day ever since.

Dean groaned scrubbing his hands down his face. There's truly never a dull moment with a half-Nephilim toddler.

Jack probably didn't even realize what happened. Sometimes his powers react before his mind can catch up with them, like when he subconsciously made all of his toys come to life after Toy Story became his favorite movie. The kid probably didn't even know about the Cars wannabe parked in the garage, besides his kid would never tamper with Bab-

"Dee! You found Lightning!"

Dean's jaw once again found its way back down to the floor. His own kid.

He turned to see his four-year-old come bounding into the garage, practically bursting with joy.

"What the hell"

Dean tore his gaze away from Jack to see Eileen frozen in the doorway, who's jaw also joined Dean's on the floor.

"Look see it's just like Lightning, Dee!" Jack cheered as he ran over to check out the car, regaining Dean's attention.

"Uh...ye-yeah buddy. I-I can see that bu-" Dean began sounding pained, only to be cut off by Jack.

"It's a real car, Dee. You can drive it! And look I gots all the stickers on it too"

"Yeah kiddo, bu-"

"And it can talk too! It says all of Lightning's things! Do you like it Dee? Where you surprised?" Jack asked as he wrapped himself around Dean's legs, smiling up at him without a care in the world.

Dean still mostly in shock, glanced up at Eileen who looked to be in the same boat, except she was holding back barely contained laughter.

Great no help from his best friend, traitor. So Dean shakily knelt down placing his hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Listen, Squirt. I was definitely surprised. But yo-"

"Oh my god"

Dean's head jerked up to see Sam, Cas, Claire, and Kaia now standing with Eileen in the doorway, dropped grocery bags spilling out onto the floor. All of them too stunned to move, except for Cas who luckily must have noticed the distress in Dean's eyes.

"Jack, Baby. What is this?" Cas asked, quickly making his way over to them, quickly kneeling down beside Dean.

"I made Baby into Lightning! Ta da!"

"Wait, that thing is my Baby?" Dean asked voice cracking.

And of course, that's what did it.

Sam doubled over in laughter, Eileen, Claire, and Kaia quickly following, and Cas was beside him, clearly trying to conceal his laughter.

"God this is the best thing I've ever seen" Sam wheezed in the background, and if Dean weren't still reeling he'd walk right over and punch him.

Cas placed a grounding hand on Dean's shoulder, all while trying to bite back his smile. Well, Dean appreciated the gesture, at least he was trying to be considerate, unlike some people he knew.

"Bug, do you remember what Daddy and I told you about using your powers?" Cas begins, trying and failing to sound stern.

"That I can't make my toys be alive! And I didn't Baby isn't alive, and she's not even a toy!" Jack explains with a smile.

"Yea-yeah Squirt, but the second part of that little talk was that you shouldn't use your powers unless you ask Daddy, or me, or Uncle Sammy or Aunt Eileen, remember?" Dean supplied after he finally got his gears spinning again.

"Ooooohhh. Oops, sorry!"Jack shrugs and he even had half a mind to at least look a little bit sorry, but it's drowned out by another fresh wave of laughter.

"I'm so glad we decided to stay longer, does stuff like this happen all the time?" Kaia laughed behind him, as Claire wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Oh I'm so glad my distress is amusing to all of you!" Dean shot back, voice still a little unsteady, which only caused them to laugh harder. Cas met his eyes, as he squeezed his shoulder, scooting closer.

"Squirt it's okay, just uh don't do it again....now where exactly is the real Baby?" Dean asked cutting right to the chase, not missing the look Cas gave him for glossing over the whole "don't use your powers without asking" lesson.

But there was time for that later, because right now his Baby was currently a firetruck red cartoon racecar with eyes.

"That is Baby. I just made her look like that, it's her. See!" Jack explained jumping up and dragging Dean over. Everyone else followed suit, Sam giving him a shit eating grin as he handed Dean the discarded keys.

To Dean's surprise, the key unlocked the car just like baby, and the interior looked exactly the same.

"Wow kid, this is honestly pretty cool" Claire complimented with a low whistle, which earned her a death glare from Dean, only making her laugh harder.

Unbelievable. All of his kids have it out for his car today.

Dean heaved a sigh as he watched his family examine every inch of the car, not bothering to hold back their laughter at this point.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we didn't watch How to Train Your Dragon" Cas quipped wrapping Dean in his arms as he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Dean flopped over and laid his forehead on Cas's shoulder, letting a soft laugh escape.

"Yeah well, at least my car wouldn't have been caught in the crossfire" Dean groaned back, feeling Cas' laugh rumble in his chest.

"Yes I know this is a tragedy, clearly the real live dragons would have caused less damage-well less emotional damage anyway"

"Woah, look at that, he's got jokes. Alright everyone step away from the racecar" Dean smirked, yelling that last bit as he pushed away from Cas' chest. He made his way over to Jack who was currently in the driver's seat (keys nowhere near the ignition of course), showing everyone how the horn says McQueen catchphrases now.

"Alright Houdini, while the Lightning McQueen trick was very cool, and we've reminded you that we don't use powers unless we ask. It's time to turn him back into Baby, capiche?" Dean said in the most no-nonsense tone he could manage as he kneelt down to Jack's level.

And of course Dean's very logical, very simple, very warranted request resulted in an uproar from his family.

"Wait you aren't even gonna take it for a spin?"

"You've literally got thee Lightning McQueen sitting in your garage"

"Dean c'mon one dri-"

"Nope. Not happening. Now way am I driving that thing" Dean cut in, flinging his arms out for emphasis and effectively silencing the traitor-his family.

Then he felt a little tug on his shirt.

"Please Dee? One time, then I change Baby back?" Jack asked with his best puppy dog eyes, and Dean quickly made a mental note to kick Sam's ass for teaching him that.

And as he slowly tilted his head back up, he was met with four pleading faces, all hovering around the car He desperately turned his gaze towards Cas knowing he'd be the voice of reason, he'd neve-

"Well, it would be a waste not to take the car for at least one ride" Cas shrugged almost sheepishly, barely hiding his grin. Dean stared back into his eyes trying to will him to change his mind, but he knew it was pointless.

Dean sighed his defeat, running a hand down his face. Damnit

"Fine, one drive-and I mean one. Twenty minutes tops" He shouted, throwing his hands in air in exasperation as everyone cheered.

And when Dean found himself driving back to the bunker four hours later, he and failed tried to hid his smile. He glanced in the mirror at Claire and Jack passed out, while Kaia and Sam held a whispered conversation in the magically (which Jack may or may not have had a hand in) stretched out backseat. Eileen turned in the front seat joining the conversation, as Cas sat in the middle, pressed up against Dean.

Cas gave his hand a squeezing, shooting him a knowing smile, which only earned a nudge from Dean.

So yeah, maybe Dean did almost have a heart attack earlier in the day. And maybe he did have to let a bunch of annoying people in the next town over pose for pictures with the car when they stopped for dinner. And maybe the horn said "Ka-chow" and "I am speed". And maybe the drive was more than twenty minutes. But in Dean's humble opinion, it was still a pretty good Wednesday after all.

Lightning McQueen be damned.

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3d-wifey · 3 years

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Temptation Sings

Pairing: Ryūnosuke Tanaka x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, fluff, senpai kink, p*rn watching, implied bisexual reader, excessive use of the word "babe" & some curse words

A/N: The senpai kink is sort of one-sided, but what kink isn't 💀 and the title is sort of based off a lyric from Super Freak by Rick James. Also, those are actual lines from a Hentai, but I fucking lost it half way through so I had to improvise. Anyway, this is over 3,000 words of straight dog water. Enjoy!

Synopsis: You ride Tanaka while watching hentai

"What kind of porn do you watch?"

"What?" Tanaka let out a quick bark of laughter before staring at you with wide eyes. His hand was frozen over the bowl of popcorn as he turned his full attention to you. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, yet, you've never had sex.

Sure, there had been some over the clothes stuff before. Some tops off heavy petting, some groping while making out, but it had never progressed past that. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Anytime you could find time to hang out alone, something would always interrupt you.

You weren't a virgin, but you didn't have much experience, so, naturally, you were more than a little nervous. And Tanaka, bless his soul, was pretty understanding. As long as you two could still make out and he could grab your ass, he seemed fine. But, he's still a teenage boy, no matter how respectful. He could only handle being blue balled so many times. And you wholeheartedly felt the same way.

This seemed like the best way to go about it. Establishing a common interest in what you both liked to get the ball rolling.

"Porn. I know you watch it, Ryuu. So...what kind?" You sat up on your side of the bed and leaned against the headboard, knowingly making him eye level with your breast. Nothing wrong with a little incentive.

"Okay, wow. You're serious. Um," he stuttered, eyes flickering over your chest and back to your eyes, before a blush settled flooded his cheeks, "You're just gonna laugh." He moved his gaze over to the movie playing on the laptop, avoiding eye contact. Was he embarrassed? He should know by now that you didn't judge.

You wouldn't be dating him if you did.

"I promise I won't laugh, baby. Look, I'll go first," you moved the bowl of popcorn off his lap and grabbed his hands to pull him up, "Pay attention."

"Wha–"

"There's Amateur, Lesbian," you ignored his questioning look and kept going, "Creampie, Fingering, Solo male and female, Public, and Taboo. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. You like any of that?"

He stared at you slack-jawed. Had you been too forward? You thought if you were honest about it, you both could be comfortable with each other. You watched in anticipation as he moved his gaze from you to the ceiling.

"Thank you, God," he whispered, almost on the verge of tears, "I must truly be blessed."

"Are you serious, Ryuu," you scoffed, hitting his arm to hide how relieved you really were, "You made me anxious for nothing!"

"That is so hot, babe," he grinned excitedly, moving to sit on his knees with his legs folded under him, "All that stuff sounds cool, and we're definitely gonna come back to that lesbian thing later, but I usually just watch...Hentai." He cleared his throat, scratching his cropped hair.

You pulled the laptop over to you and paused the movie playing. Pulling up the browser, you typed "Hentai" in the search bar, and hesitated for a second.

Hentai. Of course, it was hentai. You weren't surprised in the least that he got off to cartoon characters fucking. In fact, you expected it. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date him. You briefly wondered what kind he watched before it hit you.

Oh, yeah, you thought, he'd like that.

"What are you doing, babe?" He questioned. You paid his nervous laughter no mind as you queued up the perfect video. You were a genius.

"Are you okay with this, Kasuri?"

"I've been telling you that it's okay!"

You watched as the small girl pushed the boy on the ground and climbed on his hips to straddle him backward. To your complete surprise, you were actually kind of invested in the plot. Sure, some of the lines made you cringe and the ethics behind the sister trying to fuck her brother were a bit iffy, but, somehow, it was keeping you entertained.

The less than spectacular writing didn't seem to be affecting Ryuu any. With how much he jerked off to this kind of stuff, you figured he was probably used to it.

"I want you to take it...take me Senpai."

You felt Tanaka stiffen up beside you before quickly relaxing. Well, more like you felt him force himself to relax. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he subtly, or as subtle as Tanaka could be, adjusted himself in his sweats.

He was trying very hard to hide how much the video was affecting him; however, you always found Tanaka easy to read. The furrow of his brows, the twitch of his muscles, the restless tapping of his fingers along his thigh—all of it was effortlessly understood like the words of a well-loved book.

He was holding himself back for some reason that you couldn't find the effort in yourself to figure out, but he wasn't the only one affected.

"You have to tell me what you like. You have to teach me, senpai."

There was that stiffening again.

You placed your hand high on his tense thigh, completely ignoring the eyes burning into the side of your face. Unlike Ryuu, you were a fantastic actor. You decided you would wait for him to fully relax, or be as relaxed as any teenage boy could be while watching porn before you would strike.

You waited for the moment his leg softened under your hand and oddly enough it was at the point in the video where they showed a very detailed shot of the boy coming inside of the girl. He probably thought it was ending soon. Little did he know you were going in for the kill.

You cuddled further under his arm before you looked up at him with imploring eyes.

"Do you wanna do that...with me, senpai?"

It was just like any other kink, you rationalized. It was on par with the guys who were into being called 'Daddy' or 'Sir' or some other title. It didn't do anything for you, but if your magnificent hunk of a boyfriend got turned on by being called senpai, you were more than happy to go along with it.

"Well?" You prompted when he said nothing and gawked at you like a test he didn't study for.

"What did you call—is this—are we actually about to—" His wide eyes switched between you and the computer screen before deciding you were far more entertaining.

Instead of answering his stammering, you rose to your knees to pull the sundress over your head. You unhooked your bra and threw it off the bed with no regard for where it landed. It was a shame it wasn't one of your cuter ones, but you doubted Ryuu cared.

Your hands paused on the waistband of your panties when you realized he was frozen beside you, eyes flickering over your body like he didn't know where he should look.

"Am I gonna be the only one naked?" You would have thought he was on the court with how fast he jumped off the bed.

You watched from his bed as he struggled to get out of his clothes. It was adorable how excited he was, but he wasn't the only one. You've been waiting nearly thirteen months for this and you were practically vibrating out of your skin.

You were content to watch him almost bust his ass as he tried to get his sweats off when you remembered something.

"We don't need a condom. I'm on birth control." You started birth control years ago to handle your irregular periods, but it also came with the added benefit of Ryuu being able to cream you like a Twinkie.

He stared at you for a second with a blank face before closing his eyes with his hands clasped together...almost like he was praying? You heard him whisper something suspiciously along the lines of him being blessed before he practically bounded up to you like a hyper puppy

Probably not the best analogy to be made in your current situation, but it was true! He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking his hands out like he always did before a match. You briefly wondered if he ever did this before. He never told you if he got this far with any of his exes and you never asked.

At that moment, you decided it didn't matter what he did before because you would be the best he ever had.

Your hands shot forward to pull his underwear down before pausing.

"Is... Is this okay?" You asked, hands hovering over his boxer briefs. For the first time during the entire affair, you were hesitant. What if you were pushing too fast? You hadn't exactly asked anything. You just gave out demands and he followed. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you ended up pressuring him into this.

"I—," he stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes and for a split second, your heart stopped, "Are you kidding, babe? God, yes, it's okay!"

You honest to God giggled when you pulled him onto the bed with you and clamored onto his lap, like the stereotypical school girl. You calmed yourself down enough to just look at him. The way he gazed at you with a year's worth of pent-up desire made slick dampen the seat of your panties.

"You're just—you're beautiful. God, I love you so so much," the sincerity in his voice was amplified by the goofy grin he gazed up at you with and the blush on the apples of his tan cheeks, "you know that, right?"

One look at Ryuu and even a blind man could see how much he loved you. It was a good thing his feelings were mutual or it'd be pretty embarrassing.

"I love you too, idiot," your hand settled on the back of his close-cropped head to pull him into a kiss. And in typical Tanaka fashion, he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed like his only goal was to leave you as breathless as you made him. And he always succeeded.

"Now," you took a deep breath, "are you gonna fuck me, senpai?"

The groan he let out against your lips was more than enough of an answer for you.

You rushed to pull your panties off, thanking whoever was watching over you that it wasn't one with holes or bleach stains on it.

You reached to pull him out of his boxers, but he beat you to it. It gave you pause how he whipped it out like it was nothing to gawk at.

A little over half the length of your forearm, his dick was nothing to scoff at. He was the same width as your wrist with a thick vein running up the underside of his shaft.

Not the first dick you've seen but by far the biggest. Your heart rate picked up as you thought of the logistics of how he'd even fit inside you. You'd probably have trouble with just the tip.

You pulled the foreskin back to see precum already collecting at the angry red head. He jerked when you took the heavy weight of his dick into your hand and you could barely wrap your fingers around him. You didn't think he'd be so sensitive but you called yourself thankful for it. Easier to tease.

You rubbed his tip against the opening of your pussy and pulled away, strings of slick still connecting you. You repeated the action a few times before taking pity on your poor boyfriend. You used his quiet moans as motivation as you pushed his head past your tight hole.

You hissed at the unexpected stretch. The burn veering on the side of uncomfortable, but not painful. You couldn't tell if it was because of how long it had been since the last time you had sex with anyone or if it was because of the sheer size of him.

You decided it was the latter as you tried to take more of him.

"Here," you grabbed one of his thumbs and rubbed it over your clit in quick circles. The callused pad pleasurably rough against the slick covered bud. Luckily, he caught on quickly and kept up the pace as you tried to sink further down. The ache in your walls added to the pleasure on your clit.

You sighed once you finally reached the base. You hadn't expected this much effort would go into just taking him.

He was panting hard, eyes closed and struggling to hold still enough to let you adjust.

"Okay," you breathed, "okay." You slowly rose to your knees and peeked at his dick as it came out coated with your slick, before driving yourself back down with a moan. You settled your hands on his shoulders as you picked up a rhythm.

"You're such a badass, babe," he praised and you would have laughed if him shoving himself into you, thrust for thrust, didn't fuck a series of moans out of you.

You peppered quick kisses against his lips as you drove yourself up and down. You ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping at it. He eagerly took the hint and opened his mouth to you. You swallowed his groans as your hand slid up to the front of his neck and squeezed, tongues pressing together in an openmouthed kiss.

When you pulled away, his eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts, where his dick split you open, and your lidded eyes.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," you moaned as his hand resumed its motion on your sensitive clit. How he was able to piece together coherent sentences was beyond you, "Wanted you so bad, baby. So. Bad."

The headboard slammed into the wall as you sped up your pace. You were lucky you two were the only ones in the house.

"That's right, babe. Bounce on Senpai's dick. Fuck," he cursed, voice cracking when you swiveled your hips, "You like that, don't you? My pretty girl." You didn't want to admit it, but the senpai thing was really doing it for you. Not the actual word, but the sheer affect it had on him.

You can't say you were surprised by how talkative he was, his dirty words dripping over your overheating body like rich syrup. If you knew watching porn would lead to this, you would have done it ages ago.

His big hands used his grip on your ass to rock you back and forth at a faster pace. You relaxed your legs and let him take the lead, pulling his head towards your chest. The animated girl's moans on the computer combined with Tanaka's and created a harmony that pushed you closer to your release.

You moaned freely into his neck as the change of positions dragged your swollen clit over his pelvis with every buck of your hips. Sweaty bodies pushing and pulling against each other in a motion that was more grinding than riding.

Wet and sticky slaps echoed around the room, punctuated by the meat of your ass meeting his wet thighs. Thighs made wet by your juices collecting at the base of his cock.

Your release bubbled low in your stomach, steadily being pushed higher with every one of Tanaka's sloppy thrusts. It pulled heavily from below your naval, expanding to the point where you felt like you could burst. You weren't a virgin—this wasn't your first time, but, God, it felt like it was. And it might as well be your first time with how sensitive he made you.

You were sweaty and you were sore and so, so completely overwhelmed. But your mind was wonderfully cloudy with the pleasurable haze of an incoming orgasm and it made it hard to care.

"You close, babe?" You whimpered out a weak yes as his lips trailed from your jawline down to your damp neck before sucking on the skin.

"Can feel you squeezing me. So damn tight." He panted against your heaving breasts.

You knew it was coming, but knowing and feeling were too different things. Your thighs burned with fatigue, but you couldn't stop. You were so close and the humid air blurred out everything that wasn't Ryuu's cock plunging against that spongy patch on your wall and you didn't want it to end.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you used him for your pleasure. Head thrown back and skin gleaming with sweat.

"Shit, I'm-" he grunted at the tightening grip your walls had on him, just begging him to cum, "Fuck, 'M not gonna last, babe." His hips twitched uncontrollably as he rammed into you.

The knot in your stomach built and built before suddenly loosening, your vision blanking completely. Not that you could tell with how far back your eyes rolled. Hands shooting forward to desperately cling onto him as you trembled. Nails digging into his tense biceps, a mantra of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shook as you rode yourself past the sensitivity.

And that's what does it for him, your impossibly tight heat clamping down on him. Tender balls pulled taut against his body as the white ring of cum coating his cock grew with every one of your thrusts down.

The only sound that escaped him was your name broken by his breathy moans.

Once you came back around, you're still dazed with cooling sweat gathering on both of your bodies. The air is still clammy and you were sore from your neck to your thighs but it didn't stop you from looping your arms around Ryuu's neck.

He gathered you into his warm chest, heavy arms locked around your waist.

"So," he huffed, "lesbian porn, huh?"

"Shut up, Ryuu."

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blu-joons · 3 years

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He Meets Your Family For The First Time ~ Kim Namjoon

It was a date that you’d dreaded for quite some time, when your aunt invited Namjoon to join the family to her huge birthday party she was throwing. They’d all heard plenty about Namjoon, but you’d never taken him to meet them all, that was, until now.

“It’ll be fun,” he continued to tell you as you walked up towards your aunt’s house. “I’m looking forward to meeting all of your family and finding out so much more about you too.”

“Just remember, if anyone says anything bad, it’s a lie,” you teased.

His head nodded, sliding his hand in with yours. It was the embarrassing stories he was looking forward to hearing the most so he could use them against you in the future.

You could hear the noise coming from the garden before you even got onto your aunt’s street. Whilst Namjoon had an excited smile on his face, you were terrified that all of it would end up being a bit too much for him. You knew what your family were like, you’d watched several boyfriends come and go throughout the years with your family.

As you reached her house, you glanced across at Namjoon yet again. “If any of them get too much for you, don’t be afraid just to push one of them over or pour your drink over them.”

“I don’t think that will quite create the first impression I’m aiming for,” he smiled.

Your shoulders shrugged as you led him through the back alley that went on all the way to the back garden, where you reached out to turn the holt of the gate. Immediately, all eyes turned to look at the two of you as you walked in.

Unsurprisingly, it was your mum who made the first bit of noise, racing over to the two of you. “I wondered where you two were,” she grinned, pulling you both into tight hugs.

You could only stand back and apologise to Namjoon as several members of your family queued up immediately to be able to greet him and introduce themselves. It almost felt as if you were invisible as most of them walked straight past you.

Even if the others couldn’t, you could tell that there was a hint of a forced smile on his face as he tried to concentrate on all of the names and faces in front of him. At times, it felt like it was never ending for him with new faces introducing themselves.

When you warned him that you had quite a big family, he never quite imagined that it would be as big as it was. But if there was one thing Namjoon enjoyed about having so many people before him, it was the number of compliments that came his way.

“Y/N, you’re definitely punching with this guy.”

“We finally have a successful star within the family!”

“I bet he won’t want to be with you once he hears what we have to say.”

As the comments came to an end, you took Namjoon’s hand and pulled him to one side of the garden, finding a moment of peace and quiet.

“Now do you believe me?” You joked, brushing the hair out of his face. “This isn’t even all of them just yet, there’s a few more who haven’t arrived yet.”

“I guess all of this attention is just what comes with being a successful star in the family,” he mocked, “aren’t you the lucky one who gets to be with me?”

Just as you were about to send a wise response back at him, you could hear your cousin calling out his name, waving him over to join them. Your eyes rolled at how in demand he was, but Namjoon was more than happy to head over and say hello.

You followed behind him as your cousin’s handed Namjoon a cup filled with the signature drink that always came out at any of your family parties.

Luckily for Namjoon, you’d given him fair warning about it, and when he downed it in one without so much as a cringe, you knew he’d listened well to you. And best of all, soon gained acceptance from your cousins who were just as impressed with his drinking skills.

“Smart,” you laughed as your cousins walked away.

“That was disgusting, why would they get people to drink that?”

Your shoulders shrugged as you thought you’d found a moment of peace for the two of you yet again, only for your mother to appear beside you, resting her hand on your shoulder.

“I wondered where you two got to,” she grinned, but you could see straight through her. It always made you laugh how fake your mother became around new people, and around Namjoon she was no different than you expected.

“Well, we’ve only been able to be in the garden mum,” you retorted, dismissing her sickeningly sweet behaviour. “There’s not too far we could have gone.”

“There’s no need to be like that,” she smiled, kissing your cheek softly. “I just wanted to make sure that the family weren’t scaring Namjoon off.”

Your eyes rolled as she led the two of you over to where your father was also stood before you had the chance to respond again. Namjoon struggled to hold back a laugh at the unbearable expression on your face as you watched her closely.

“Here they are,” she smiled as the two of you made your way over to one of the empty tables. “We wanted the chance to get to know Namjoon better too without everyone else being around, if that’s alright with the two of you?”

“Of course,” Namjoon spoke, interrupting you before you had the chance to find an escape.

It took you by surprise how easily he sat through the several questions that your parents sent his way. You couldn’t quite believe some of the things that they were asking, but Namjoon took it all in his stride, determined to impress them all.

“How do you balance a relationship with work?” Your dad then pushed, the all-important question that the two of them wanted to find out. “Because we don’t want Y/N to be hurt because you don’t have the time for her.”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Namjoon assured them, “I’ve got my heart set on making it work.”

It didn’t take long before those embarrassing stories that Namjoon had craved began to be told once the conversation changed from him. Once your parents were set, and pleased with his answers, they were more than happy to overshare about you.

You could only sit back with a blush as you tried not to listen to the things that they were saying, despite Namjoon paying close attention beside you.

“I’ll remember not to let Y/N go down any slides,” he teased as he your parents retold the story about how you ended up getting stuck in a slide when you were little. “How did you even manage to stop sliding down it?”

“The slide wasn’t a slide, it was just like a piece of plastic,” you desperately tried to protest.

“I’ll protect you now,” he continued to tease, resting his hand against your leg. “But maybe leave the slides to those who can actually slide down them.”

“You’re just as bad as all of these guys for making me feel worse about my incidents.”

Once all of the embarrassing stories had been exhausted about you, the two of you finally got the moment to yourselves that you’d been searching for all afternoon. The two of you sat down the bottom of the garden, both with a drink in hand.

“How are you finding it?” You quizzed.

His head nodded, eyes scanning the garden. “They’re all really nice people, and they’ve definitely made me feel welcome too. I don’t know why you were so worried about me meeting them all, they’ve been nothing but kind.”

You smiled back across at him, “you won’t be saying that in six months, do you realise how many times a year we have to do these family gatherings?”

“They’re fun,” he argued against you, “I’m enjoying myself, and so should you. I’m getting along with your family, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I wanted you to get along with my family,” you clarified, “but not join them in mocking me and making fun of me.”

“How else do you expect them to like me?” He teased, “I have to be one of them.”

“Don’t be one of them, they’re the worst.”

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taexual · 4 years

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i’d love you to stay but that’s simply insane // JJK (22)

jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college au

warnings: there is a timejump!!

words: 5.2k

chapter twenty-two (final)

You had just left your house, already running late, when your phone lit up with an incoming call from Inna. Smiling with a good-natured roll of your eyes, you answered the phone. You already knew what she was going to say.

“Are you there yet?” you spoke into the phone, pressing it against your head with your shoulder while you put gloves on. It was chilly today.

“I’m by the entrance to the restaurant,” Inna replied, her voice manic. “I’m still in my car. I can’t leave. You might have to come and drag me in there by my hair.”

“Breathe,” you said, picking up your phone with a gloved hand before you looked around the empty street so you could safely cross it. “You can do this. It’s just dinner.”

“It’s dinner with his parents,” she shot back, still just as panicked. “I know you’ve known Jungkook’s parents as long as you’ve known your own, but it’s different for me. These people don’t know me. What if they hate me?”

You heard a beep on the line that indicated a new text message and pulled your phone back to check. It was Jungkook, sending you an exceeding amount of question marks and exclamation points; he had clearly noticed your absence.

“Well,” you started to say to Inna while you quickly typed back, OMW, and sent it to Jungkook, “they will definitely hate you if you ditch the dinner.”

Inna whined at this. “I called you for help.”

“How can I help you,” you couldn’t help teasing, “if your situation is different?”

Recognizing her own condescending tone in your words, she sighed heavily but made no attempt to correct herself as she pleaded, “please.”

“Alright, listen, it’ll be fine,” you said and almost stopped walking, too focused on the conversation. It was too cold to stand around on this late autumn evening, however, so you kept going as you spoke, “it’s the first time you’re meeting them, so you will most likely only talk about superficial things, like your education, your job, how you two met, how—”

“Most likely?” Inna repeated, distressed. “And what if they tell me, straight to my face, that they can’t stand the sight of me?

You couldn’t help but smile as Inna’s worries echoed your own when you and Jungkook were just starting to talk again. She’d found ways to convince you to be bold and give him a chance, so you owed it to her to be as encouraging as you could – even if it meant abandoning all plans and going over there to literally drag her into the restaurant by her hair as she’d said.

“They will not,” you told her firmly.

“But how do you know?” Inna demanded right back.

“Because you’re impossible to hate.”

“But what if they do?”

“Then, they won’t say anything,” you replied patiently, “because that’s a very rude thing to say to someone you’re meeting for the first time.”

Inna still found a loophole. “What if they’re extremely honest?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said. “It’s still rude.”

“But what if—”

“Inna—just listen,” you cut her off as you stopped by another crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, “the only honest conversation I’ve had with Jungkook’s mother,” you spoke, “was two years ago, after she came to see me on campus. Remember that? Before then, we were on friendly terms but we never talked about our feelings, or anything deep at all. She could have despised me deep down in her heart, I wouldn’t have known.”

Inna considered this for a second – while you crossed the street – and then you heard her sigh in defeat.

“Right,” she said, hesitating. She must have been running out of excuses. “Well, that—I’m not sure if that makes it better, actually.”

“Just go in there. Okay?” you said, your voice soft. You had experienced the fright that comes with being in a relationship firsthand, so you tried to find a balance between tough love and caring support as you told her, “open the door of your car, step outside, lock the damn car – so we wouldn’t have history repeat itself – and then walk into the restaurant. You can do that, can’t you?”

You couldn’t see, her but you could feel her roll her eyes when you brought up the “Someone Broke Into My Car, Please Help, There’s No Way I Could Have Left It Unlocked” incident that she refused to talk about again after the police officers laughed her out of the station.

“Sure,” Inna said, “I can do that. If I walk in and then immediately turn back around.”

“No,” you said. “You walk in, you go meet your boyfriend and his parents, and then you send me an invitation to your wedding as soon as the dinner ends.”

She laughed at this in what was supposed to be a sarcastic way, but, instead, she just sounded hopeful.

“You’re very funny,” she said.

“And you’re very late,” you tossed back as you checked your own watch and then sped up. “Go.”

“Okay,” she said with a deep exhale. You heard the door of her car open. “I’m going. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, pleased to hear that she was really moving. “And if I find out you didn’t actually go in there, we will have a serious conversation the next time I see you. It might get physical.”

“I shall therefore avoid you,” she replied with grandiose dedication and then added playfully, “which shouldn’t be hard, considering that you’ve switched me for Jungkook.”

Gasping dramatically to emphasize your offense at this accusation, you defended, “hey, you were the one who moved out as soon as we graduated. I was going to suggest we continued to live together off-campus.”

“Your boyfriend would have hired a squad of assassins to kill me if I’d agreed,” Inna said, her voice light. Her car beeped twice in the background of the call, proving that she really locked it this time. “Moving in with you has been his dream come true.”

“Well, I’m running late to his show,” you said, already breathless as you were near-sprinting towards the venue that was still at least two minutes away, “so we’ll see if he still wants to live with me after tonight.”

“Oh! Sorry, you should have told me you were busy.”

“It’s fine,” you replied. “I’m never busy to scold you like you’ve scolded me every day for the four years that we lived together.”

Inna laughed. “It wasn’t every day.”

“It was,” you countered, feeling a smile spread on your face at the memory. “I sort of miss that sometimes.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “Lunch tomorrow?”

“Oh, you’re making an appointment to get your ass kicked?”

“There’ll be no need for that,” she promised. “I’ve already left my car.”

“Okay, that’s good,” you said. “I’ll see you tomorrow at one, then. Be brave, soldier.”

You chuckled at your own joke but Inna only hummed in appreciation.

“Thanks,” she said again. “Have fun tonight.”

“You, too,” you said, catching your breath as you slowed down after spotting the crowd of people, queuing by the entrance to the venue – the concert, clearly, hadn’t started yet. “Text me when you’re home.”

“I will if I’m not dead,” Inna replied.

Ignoring that, you reminded her one more time, “love you!”

“Love you, too,” she replied before hanging up just as she opened the door to the restaurant – and just as you reached the back entrance of the venue.

Namjoon was already waiting for you there. He greeted you with a quick hug and, even though he had a smile on his face, he still couldn’t help but chastise you.

“You’re late,” he said as the two of you entered the building, “he’s pretending to be fine with it but, really, he hasn’t let go of his phone for the past fifteen minutes.”

“It’s my bad,” you replied, “I should have left the house early but I had to make some last minute changes on my project. Are his parents here?”

“They’re here,” Namjoon replied and then back-tracked, “is everything okay with your project?”

“Yeah, it’s all done, I’ll present it tomorrow,” you replied. “Is the band ready?”

The two of you were on the move to see Parental Advisory, so you had no time to stop and properly discuss everything you wanted to ask each other, but that wasn’t new to either of you. Ever since Namjoon joined the team as Assistant Manager – per Jungkook’s request, much to everyone’s disbelief – you two had learned to talk about several different topics at the same time without getting confused.

“They’re ready,” Namjoon nodded, grabbing your arm when you took a turn towards the stairs leading up to the private viewing room upstairs, instead of walking down the hall towards the changing rooms, “they’re still backstage. He’s expecting you.”

“Oh, of course,” you nodded, allowing him to guide you down the hall; you could already hear the excited shrieks of the band members as they warmed up for the performance. “Are you sure I won’t interrupt—?”

“Namjoon!” a voice screeched, forcing you both to flinch in surprise. “Jesus, you’re still here?”

Both of you turned to see the frustrated publicist half-jogging to catch up with you. She gave you a nod of acknowledgement and turned back to Namjoon with a look that demanded an explanation.

“Yeah, Jungkook asked me to wait for—” he started to say but the publicist turned around, indicating for him to follow after.

“Don’t ever do anything Jungkook asks you to do, I thought you knew that,” she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “Come on, let’s move! The manager is not doing his job because one of the sound guys keeps flirting with him, and he’s distracted. I need you to be his right hand.”

Giving you an apologetic smile, Namjoon caught up with her and you could still hear him mumble, “that’s what I am anyway.”

“Alright, then I need you to be his right and left hand now,” she said curtly and then stopped, giving you one more look. “You’ll find the changing room okay, love? He’s been waiting for you.”

“Yeah, I’m going there now, thanks,” you replied, turning around towards the animalistic growls that would have sounded threatening if you hadn’t heard them so many times before.

You felt yourself smile as you knocked on the door gently and then turned the handle to enter. You’ve seen Parental Advisory in so many changing rooms over the past two years, there was virtually nothing they could do to surprise you, – which was why you merely sighed in content when you saw the boys jumping around the room and banging on their chests like gorillas infected with rabies.

Jungkook was the first one who turned around when he heard the door open and, not having expected you to finally be here – just like every previous time you were late to see him, he had assumed you were dead in a ditch – he did a double take before he finally leaped across the room towards you.

“Where were you?” he asked in a frenzy as he wrapped his arms around you as if the last time he’d seen you was months ago and not just this morning over breakfast, “I thought I asked Namjoon to walk you here.”

“Sorry, I’m here,” you replied, your chest cavity always turning into mush whenever he hugged you like that. “Namjoon did walk me, but your publicist—hey, you’re dressed already, aren’t you supposed to go up on stage?”

“We are. Soon,” he said and then, not intending to make you sound guilty, he added, “I was just waiting for you.”

Your eyes widening, you scolded, “Go! You’d perform just as well without me.”

Not letting you push him away from you, he kissed you instead – just quickly enough so the other members of the group wouldn’t notice, but long enough so you’d get to taste the familiar mint and strawberry on his lips.

“I know,” he said when he pulled away.

The confident grin on his lips surprised you even though it shouldn’t have.

“Oh, you do, then?” you asked.

“I do,” he replied, still smirking. “But I still need you with me all the time.”

“Hmm, right,” you spoke. “And having me around that often is not exhausting at all?”

“I wouldn’t know,” he said and, this time, he had every intention to make you feel guilty, “you keep leaving me by myself.”

Laughing because he was exaggerating and he knew it, you nodded your head in the direction of the other boys in the room – they were finished with their warm-up and were now busy making stupid expressions in the vanity mirror.

“You have your whole group with you,” you told Jungkook.

“They don’t count,” he replied dismissively.

Walking by at the right moment, Yoongi patted Jungkook’s shoulder, surprising him, “thanks a lot, friend. We’re going in five.”

He walked away before Jungkook could reply, throwing the younger boy a look over his shoulder to confirm that he’s not actually angry, but they really do need to head out now.

“Go,” you said, forcing Jungkook to return his attention to you. “Break a leg. Actually, break them both.”

He laughed, kissing you once more and not pulling away this time – not until he heard Taehyung groan dramatically as he walked past you two.

Awarding his bandmate with a roll of his eyes, Jungkook smiled at you. “I’ll see you after?”

“Of course,” you nodded.

“Promise?” he asked because this had become a ritual between you two.

“Promise,” you answered just like you’d done before every other Parental Advisory show for the past two years.

For the first time in their careers, Parental Advisory performed at one of the biggest venues in town – it took them years to get here but they always knew they would.

And yet, as they reached the middle of their set-list and paused for a ment, they still couldn’t take it all in – it felt surreal how the dozens of people who came to hear them perform had gradually turned into hundreds, making them legends on campus. And then hundreds turned into thousands, and made them into a viral sensation that virtually no one could resist singing along to.

You couldn’t help but give in to the intoxicating atmosphere as well.

The Parental Advisory performances – and the after-parties that followed; even if, nowadays, they were hosted at night clubs with the biggest capacity available in a particular town – were still an unforgettable experience, even more so when lighting and special effects were added into the mix.

Dancing along to the songs you’d heard a million times now, you cherished every second of this night as if you were never going to see it again.

But you knew you would.

The band had two more performances scheduled at this venue. And they had forty more left on the tour across the country.

Granted, they would have probably had far less if it weren’t for Namjoon.

Ever since you graduated and Jungkook managed to find a way to see eye-to-eye with Namjoon, he became one of the main reasons why Parental Advisory started to advance so quickly, releasing new songs that took the musical charts by storm and performing shows that prompted international magazines to question how it was possible for the band to fly under their radar for so long.

Namjoon never imagined himself working for a group he’d never particularly liked before, but this was precisely what he’d studied for: he knew the steps to success and he knew the people who’d help them climb those steps, too. And, as it turned out, he loved being a part of this ride as well.

The sudden mainstream popularity had come quickly but the members were ready for it.

Even Jungkook who found himself in a new sort of relationship with his father – one where they weren’t talking to each other unless it was absolutely necessary. This arrangement pleased them both but Jungkook knew it couldn’t be permanent. His father didn’t simply decide to quit talking to him; he just didn’t know how else to express his disappointment that his son had chosen his band instead of the family company.

Miraculously, Jungkook had found a way to make sure his father didn’t kick him out of the house he grew up in – the house he had just returned to – and that was when he announced that you and him were moving in together one Sunday night dinner.

His mother was overjoyed. His father – startled by the way she leaped from her seat in uncontrollable excitement – was forced to quit simmering in silent disappointment, and express his support as well. Even though it wasn’t what he was hoping for, Jungkook’s father got exactly what he wanted – his son had grown up.

As it turned out, when you agreed to help Jungkook get himself together, you weren’t doing it so he could take over the family company, but rather, so he would be able to show his father what he really wanted to achieve in life.

And he’d done that.

He’d done that so well, in fact, that both of his parents were now clapping along to the rhythm as they sat behind you, by the bar of the VIP booth. They both waved at you when you turned to look.

When you looked back at the stalls, you saw what you’d seen many times before – the people sang and danced along, their eyes burning with fires so big, it was like they were asleep before they came here, and this music was what made them finally wake up and realize that they were alive.

You would never grow tired of watching the venue come to life as soon as the band played the first few notes.

You would never grow tired of the way the members of Parental Advisory lost themselves in their audience, and the audience lost themselves in them.

And you would certainly never grow tired of that fact that every time, right before they started the encore, Jungkook would find you, wherever you were in the audience.

“I love you,” he would mouth soundlessly, and you’d hear him loud and clear, past the noisy ambiance of the venue, no matter how far away from him you were.

While the rest of the Parental Advisory members left to prepare for a long night of partying ahead, you and Jungkook left the venue on foot, purposefully choosing to take the long way home.

“Are you sure you didn’t want to go to the club?” you asked again as you walked through an empty park, holding hands and enjoying each other’s warmth on an otherwise cold night. “It’s the first performance out of three, the members will miss you.”

“They’ll be too drunk to notice I’m gone,” he replied, smirking as he added, “besides, tonight gives them an occasion to break out another bottle of absinthe and we both know how much you love that.”

Scrunching your nose, you reminded him, “I could have waited for you at home. Just because I can’t go to the party doesn’t mean you shouldn’t—”

“I need you with me at all times,” he replied, “remember?”

“I am with you at all times,” you said.

“Except when you’re off breaking records at work,” Jungkook teased.

You lowered your eyes and did not get to see the way his face beamed with pride. You’d become the youngest Team Manager the company’s ever had, and you’d done that on your own, choosing to find a workplace where you could try to build your career from the ground up, instead of getting an—unfair—advantage of working for Jungkook’s father.

Your promotion came several months ago now, but Jungkook was still proud.

“I’ve only broken one,” you replied humbly, “and it hardly counts. Soon enough, there will come someone who’ll become Team Manager at an even younger age than me.”

“Still,” Jungkook shrugged, gently rocking your intertwined hands back and forth as you walked down the deserted park. “I don’t get to see you as often as I’d like because you’re working all of the time. I’m not even sure if you eat at all when you’re away from home.”

“We always have dinner together,” you reminded him with a smile – because coming home to him has been the favorite part of your day – and then added as an afterthought, “hasn’t it been two years that we’ve been together?”

“You counted?” he asked, a teasing grin on his lips. “How sick of me are you?”

“A little,” you joked, and then had to run after him as Jungkook dramatically dropped your hand and broke into a run, putting more distance between you.

Catching up with him, you grabbed his arm with both of yours and forced him to slow down. “Hey, come on! You know I’m joking!”

Your voice was full of humor and so was his when he replied, “your jokes were always terrible.”

It was your turn to let go of him as you took a step back and demanded, “you take that back!”

Laughing, Jungkook walked towards you so he could envelope you in a hug, all while you watched him with mock-offence. He pulled away from the hug a second later to wipe the expression off your face by pressing his lips to yours.

“It has been two years,” he said then, keeping his arms comfortably wrapped around your waist, “and somehow I’m still not used to the fact that we can just… do whatever we want together. Stand here like this. Jump into that pile of old leaves if we feel like it.”

Laughing, you shook your head.

“Maybe let’s do the leaves some other time,” you said, leaning into him by resting your head against his shoulder. “Unless we’re much more used to each other in a few years and we don’t want to roll around in leaves anymore.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” he replied, closing his eyes for a moment when the smell of your hair reached his senses. He hadn’t gotten used to that, either. “I think this is something that I’ll always have a hard time believing to be real.”

You could feel the way your heart rate slowed down when you leaned against him. It suddenly seemed impossible that, just a few years ago, enjoying each other’s company in an empty park in the middle of the night, would have been merely a dream – something you woke up from when morning came.

“Maybe it’s because there are no people around,” you suggested, “and that’s why this feels surreal.”

“No, it’s like this all the time,” Jungkook disagreed, exhaling as he put one of his hands on the back of your head, holding you against him. “It makes sense, though, doesn’t it?”

Distracted by the feeling of him so close, you mumbled, “what does?”

“The disbelief,” he said. “I mean, two years ago, would you have thought we’d be here? Standing like this, under this leafless willow tree, probably looking sort of creepy to anyone who might walk by?”

Chuckling when he turned something that could have been romantic into a potential to get arrested, you shook your head against his shoulder. “No. I definitely didn’t. But I’m glad we are. Even if we look creepy.”

“Hmm,” caressing your hair, he hummed with a satisfied smile, “I’m glad, too.”

“Do you think we’ll still be here another two years later?” you asked. “Looking creepy to anyone who might walk by?”

It was Jungkook who couldn’t resist laughing this time as he replied, “I hope so.”

He wasn’t certain – he didn’t promise you that you would definitely still be here – and perhaps that made sense, too. He said he’d never lie to you and you couldn’t expect him to start now, not even if a promise of forever would have been the appropriate thing to give in a situation like this.

“I’d like that, though,” he added after a moment. “I’d like to think you’d have enough patience to deal with me for another two years.”

You were about to smile at the on-going joke about how you were “putting up” with him, but then stopped yourself because, truth be told, it wasn’t funny. Not in this context and, actually, not in any context at all.

“You’re not a nuisance to me,” you told him--as you have a dozen times before--but your voice was too quiet to make it sound as impactful as you’d hoped, so you added, louder, “I love you.”

“I know,” he replied and continued, in an almost defensive manner, “but, because we’d already been apart from each other before, it’s hard to just start believing that we have a happily ever after ahead of us. You know what I mean?”

You pulled your head away from his shoulder and looked at him. “That’s—”

“But,” he cut you off after catching the terror in your eyes, “at the same time, if we’d never separated before, it’s possible that we wouldn’t be here at all right now. So, maybe it was all meant to be.”

“Do you really believe that?” you asked, not concealing your skepticism and the fear that was still present in your chest after he’d revealed that he didn’t believe in your happy ending. “Do you think it was necessary for us to spend some time apart so we could find ourselves here?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I’d like to think that everything happens for a reason and that every action leads to something else. Sort of like a Butterfly Effect. So, maybe suffering for seven years was worth it because it prepared us for a lifetime of happiness ahead.”

He could see the way your face contorted painfully for just a second – you were always sensitive when it came to cliché lines – and it brought a smile to his face. He was happy, and even more so when he realized that, two years later, you had learned how to talk about your seven-year break without suffocating.

Two years later, it became one of the obstacles you had overcome. One of many, maybe, but if you’d survived that, there was little you couldn’t survive.

“I don’t think suffering of any kind should be worth it in the end. I think it’d be better if we didn’t suffer at all,” you argued but then settled, a moment later, “I do agree that unhappiness makes you appreciate happiness more, though.”

“See?” he grinned, choosing to consider this as a compromise. “Meant to be.”

“Well, since it sounds like the universe loves kicking us where it hurts the most,” you spoke, the smile on his face easing the anxiety that his previous uncertainty about your future had brought, “why don’t we go for those additional two years, too? Or more if we’re lucky. Even if we aren’t really meant to be. Especially if we aren’t. Just to spit the universe in the face.”

Laughing, Jungkook hugged you tighter until you were pressed against him and could no longer see his face.

“We are lucky,” he said, cherishing every moment with you because he never knew how many more of them he’d get, and that was okay, because he stood here, holding you tightly in his arms, and nothing else existed to him but this moment. He finished, “but only because we decide to be.”

“Yeah?” you played along, hugging him back with an equal amount of love and force. You’d unintentionally started a war of Who Could Squeeze The Other One Tighter. He was winning as you asked breathlessly, “so, there’s no such thing as destiny, then?”

“No, there is,” he replied, letting go of you when he realized that his grip on you might have really done some serious damage to your lungs. You were smiling when you pulled away from the hug, however. He added, “I’m the one who gets to decide what my destiny is, though.”

“And what’s that?” you asked.

“Yo—”

“If you say ‘you’,” you gave him a warning look, “I will smack you.”

He laughed, puffing his chest in preparation for a punch that he knew might come; you weren’t really kidding about these things.

“That’s mean,” he said then, and, as a ploy to extract pity – but also because it was the truth – he added, “I love you.”

Naturally, you replied, “I love you more.”

Naturally, he protested, “no, you don’t.”

It annoyed you that he always did this but, at the same time, it was such a familiar trait of this, that right here, right now, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth in your chest spread to your face as you smiled, despite yourself.

“I do,” you argued, still grinning.

“You don’t,” Jungkook insisted.

“I do.”

“You d—”

Knowing what was coming – and how long it’d be before you’d reach the end of this argument – you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, promptly shutting him up.

When you heard him inhale in surprise, his lips moving against yours to respond to the kiss, you pulled away.

Breathless, even though his lungs were full of oxygen, Jungkook nodded, impressed.

“Nice,” he commented.

“Yeah?” you snickered. “Maybe I’ll use that to win all arguments against you.”

“Cool,” he agreed. “Maybe I’ll use that to start more arguments with you.”

Thrilled to feel that excited jump of your heart each time you naturally slipped back into flirting – even two years after you started to date – you bit back, “more than you do now? Impossible.”

Raising his eyebrows, he returned to his College Frat Boy roots as he inquired, “is that a challenge?”

Laughing, you pulled away from him far enough so he couldn’t reach you, only to end up right by his side again when he took both of your hands into his, not letting you stray too far from him.

“Is everything a challenge with you?” you countered, the feeling of his warm hands against your cold ones comforting.

“It is,” he said, serious. “And I’m winning.”

“How so?” you asked.

“I have you.”

You looked ready to punch him again so Jungkook took both of your wrists into one of his hands and covered his face with his free hand, blocking his view of your defeated expression as you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I wasn’t a challenge,” you replied, choosing to avoid violence when you knew he was strong – and dedicated – enough to lift you up and throw you over his shoulder if he felt like it.

“You were,” he disagreed, dropping his hand to his side. “Admit it, you thought you’d be insane to let me back into your life.”

“I still think so sometimes.”

You were joking and he couldn’t lose the cheerful tone of his voice, either, as he asked, “do you regret it?”

“Abandoning my sanity to be with you?” you clarified.

Snorting, Jungkook nodded.

“No,” you answered without a second thought. “Even though I probably should.”

Laughing – because he didn’t think he was ever happier than he was in that moment; although, to be fair, he felt so about every moment with you – Jungkook hugged you tighter, spinning you around in a half-circle so unexpectedly, you squealed at the feeling of your feet leaving the ground for a full second.

“I love you,” he said once he put you down and pressed his forehead against yours. “My destiny isn’t just a few more years with you. It’s a few more decades. And now that I’ve said it out loud, it has to come true.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to catch your breath and felt yourself smile even though your stomach contracted unpleasantly when Jungkook purposefully chose to voice his thoughts in the cheesiest way he could manage.

“I love you more,” you told him and then, realizing your recklessness, rushed to add, “and don’t you dare—”

“No, you don’t.”

He was provoking you and you knew it but, honest to all that was holy, you didn’t mind it one bit.

Pressing a kiss to his lips to distract him and change the topic, you felt Jungkook hold onto you tighter as he smiled into the kiss, thus confirming that this was precisely what he was hoping would happen.

“I’ll take it I win, then,” he said after you pulled away to take a breath and felt the cold breeze on your face.

“Let’s talk about that home,” you replied. “I’m cold.”

“Yeah?” he let go of you so he could zip your jacket up to the very top and then unfold your collar so it would cover up more of your neck. Then, once he was content with the amount of warmth your jacket could provide, he took your hand again. “Let’s go home.”

fin.

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katytheinspiredworkaholic · 2 years

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10 years ago Today...

I joined Tumblr. 💕

Okay, I’m not actually sure if today is my blog’s birthday, but it’s the anniversary of my very first post. January 23rd, 2012. I’m more active now than I ever was thanks to the Criminal minds fandom, I’ve reached 600 followers, dabbled in about a dozen fandoms, come and gone and come back again, but I’m still here and happy to be Tumblr Old™.

I wish I could do a big celebration with giveaways and prompt requests and such, because I love and adore you all so so much -- especially for the massive support I’ve gotten the past year for my writing. But I’m pretty sure I still have unanswered prompts from my LAST giveaway that’s about to be coming up on a year now.

So today, in celebration, my queued posts are going to be a mix of reblogs of my greatest hits and personal favorites (and after solidifying the lineup I'll tell you right now most of them are HC asks and basically all of it is HotchReid lol) and some previews of projects to come this year. Moodboards, playlists, quote and vibes, hopefully it’ll be a fun time for all and you get excited for what’s to come this year. I’ve got them scheduled for the top of the hour every hour -- so let's pray the schedule system works today. XD click on #katys10yearcelebration to find everything :)

Preview/sneak peek posts will be at:

12:00pm EST: Summer Project

05:00pm EST: Late Spring Project

07:00pm EST: Early Spring Project

But seriously, thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything this past year, and all the years before. I never really got the hang of Tumblr until I found the CM fandom, but Tumblr has always been here for me to return to no matter how long I strayed away. Here's to another year of great content and wonderful friends. Love you awesome nerds 💞

((update: my real Tumblr Birthday is actually January 21st! Just got the email xD but I've already had this planned for like a week so it's still happening Sunday.))

#katys10yearcelebration #if i had been more active over the past year maybe all these reblogs wouldn't be from the last 12 months #but here we are #celebrating with a HotchReid marathon and I'm not complaining xD #enjoy everyone 💕#im excited for the preview posts later today and i hope you are too #3 big projects coming soon

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writingsnmusings · 3 years

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Morning Routine

pairing: modern!ivar the boneless x reader

summary: starting your quarantine with ivar seems like it would be simple enough. what does a normal morning in the ragnarsson apartment look like?

a/n: i just had to use this gif! he looks so good lol anyways, here's my vikings masterlist!

Waking up in Ivar’s guest room and not your own bed was still something you had to get used to. It has been only a week after all. You’d like to think that you two had a little routine going already.

You stumbled your way out of bed and changed into something more appropriate to face your best friend. Your old, ratty tank top and underwear weren’t exactly your usual fit around him.

Walking into your now shared living space, your eyes widened at the smell of coffee in the air. Ivar made the best coffee; you don’t know what he did or how he did it, but you refused to drink anything else now that you were here. You’d feel personally offended if he even suggested ordering starbucks.

“Morning,” You whispered, your throat still getting used to being awake.

Ivar gave you a sleepy smile as he slid a mug towards you. He must’ve just woken up too. “What’s the plan for today?”

You held up a finger as you sipped the hot drink, savoring the flavor. A little ‘ah’ slipped from your mouth as you put the mug down. Ivar rolled his eyes at your dramatics, he couldn’t understand why you loved his coffee so much but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Well the school district still hasn’t figured out the online schooling so,” You shrugged, not particularly feeling too stressed about it. You loved your students, but you were enjoying the time off. “The day is ours.”

Ivar snorted, “Yeah, as long as we don’t leave this building.”

He was taking the quarantine as well as anybody. Of course he missed going out whenever he wanted and actually going to work with his brothers, but he was serious about keeping others safe. Staying home with you wasn’t so bad, according to Ivar.

“I’m okay with that. Means I can finally get you to watch the Marvel movies.” You stuck your tongue out at him which made him chuckle.

“Yeah, I bet you’re real happy about that.”

You nodded before finishing off the last gulp of coffee. You weren’t really feeling breakfast right now and from what you could tell, neither was Ivar. “Let me wash up really quick then we can start Iron Man?”

Ivar’s restroom was small. It had the standing shower, the toilet, the sink and a little side table that Ivar had managed to squeeze in there. You didn’t mind though, you kept a bag with all your toiletries and skin care and just carried it too and from your room. Your toothbrush stayed on the sink though, right next to Ivar’s in the little cup.

You washed your face, did your moisturizer and sunscreen because even though you wouldn’t actually be going out into the sun, you knew your skin still benefited. As you reached for your toothbrush, a knock was at the door.

“Can I come in?”

Before you could respond, Ivar had slid in and bumped your hip as you two stood in front of the sink. You looked at your reflections in the mirror as he made himself busy and grabbed his own toothbrush and put the paste on it. He nudged your arm and handed you the tube which you took. You don’t know why, but this felt oddly intimate. It’s not like you hadn’t done this with Ivar before, being friends since childhood you had countless sleepovers. This was different though. There was tension.

How did you not notice he was shirtless? You knew he slept only in his boxers, it made the heat rush to your face when you remembered how exactly you found that out.

You were 15 and spending the night at the Ragnarssons like you had for the last seven years. It was nearing two am when you sleepily made your way from Ivar’s room to the bathroom which was down the hall. Ivar’s mom never let you sleep on the living room floor with her sons for as long as you could remember. One of the boys always gave up their room and usually it was Ivar. You reached for the doorknob just as it was being opened and came face to face with your best friend. Well, more like face to chest. Your eyes widened as you trailed your gaze up to meet his eyes. He gave you a little smile before moving to the side and walking back downstairs. You hadn’t noticed you were staring at his ass as he walked away till your bladder reminded you what you had gotten up for.

The sound of spitting brought you out of your little daydream. Ivar was leaning over the small sink, rinsing his mouth. Gods, you hoped he hadn’t noticed you space out. You quickly brushed your teeth and ducked your head to spit when Ivar moved out of the way. He didn’t leave the restroom though, he stayed right where he was. You paused, tensing up for a second when you felt his warm hand on the small of your back.

‘C’mon, gotta take a leak.” Ivar mumbled as he looked at you through the mirror.

Red faced, you quickly straightened up and put your toothbrush back in the cup. “Yeah, sorry. I’ll um set up the movie and stuff.”

“Don’t forget the blankets,” He reminded as you walked out the door. “and snacks!”

You did as he said, grabbing the blankets from both your rooms and throwing them on the couch before scouring the kitchen for snacks. For someone as fit as Ivar, he had a huge junk food habit. You grabbed some chips, a bag of flavored popcorn and a handful of candy he had sitting in a little bowl on the counter. Whatever else he wanted, he would get himself. You queued up the movie and made yourself comfortable on the couch.

Ivar finally walked out, sadly now with a shirt covering his upper half. He wasn’t bad to look at, you had to admit. He smiled once he laid his eyes on you, you looked comfy under his blanket, on his couch. You hadn’t noticed him, as you were nose deep in your phone, presumably adding today’s movie to your list. The first day of the lockdown, you had decided that you were going to keep track of all the movies you watched for the next four weeks. He thought it was cute.

“Let’s start this!” Ivar startled you as he practically jumped on the couch, almost landing on you.

“Watch it,” You grumbled but there was a grin on your lips. “Don’t need to be crushed under all your weight.” You teased.

Ivar gasped dramatically and began his own form of torture which was of course tickling you. You let out squeals as his hands moved over your stomach and arms and neck. He couldn’t help but join in, your laughter was infectious. You managed to get out a breathless ‘truce’ which made him settle down.

“I hate you.” You huffed, wiping the tears that had escaped your eyes.

“You could never,” Ivar scoffed as he made himself comfortable on the couch. “Now press play.” He’d managed to get himself under your blanket even though there were others scattered around him. His arm rested on the back of the couch, near your shoulders. You hesitated, but eventually leaned into him and laid your head on his chest.

“You’re gonna love all these movies, I know it.” You promised.

Ivar hummed as he looked down, admiring how your eyes widened with excitement as the opening credits played. If there was one thing he loved, it was seeing you happy.

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Mistake

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x ShelbySister!Reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: Alfie knew he made a mistake when he pushed you away, and when you show up in the middle of a meeting with Tommy, it all comes flooding back to him

AN: sorry writing has been few and far between this past week. I’m honestly not feeling much inspiration to write the requests in my inbox (don’t worry- if I’m not writing yours I’ll say- plz don’t bombard me asking if I’m doing this that abd the other!). Also, tomorrow, I’m gonna make a start on the kinktober stuff, so I can get it all queued up for the relevant days. Anyways, enjoy.

Gif creds to owner

Warnings: swearing

He remembered it, plain as day.

The way your smile faded into a deep frown; the way your bright eyes dulled, before filling up with tears; the movement of your lips, despite no words coming out; the cream cake you had left on his desk as you fled the bakery before the tears could fall.

He couldn’t bring himself to eat the pretty cake, slightly squashed from being in your bag, the icing a little lopsided...

He let ollie have it when he told him to cancel they table at the restaurant he was meant to be taking you to that very night. “Shame, that, Boss. She seemed to really like you,” ollie said, leaving the room before he could get a clip round the ear.

“Yeah... yeah it is,” Alfie had mumbled into nothingness, staring at the door rattling in its frame. He brooded for weeks, hardly seeing anyone, snapping at those he did. But it was more than his life’s worth to even think about seeing the Shelby girl as much as he had been. If word of your illicit relationship reached Birmingham, all deals with the brothers would be off- as well as, most likely, his head.

Or cock, he thought shrewdly, sighing as a telegram from Birmingham came through. It had been three months since he last saw hide nor hair of a Shelby, and he could only imagine what Tommy wanted with him now.

***

Life in small heath was, admittedly, not as glamorous as it was in London, and no where near as exciting as the bakery in Camden Town. Still, it was your home, and you adored every inch of it. On your first night back- the train had been delayed- you went to your aunt Pol’s not wanting to deal with Tommy’s bombardment of questions at that hour. Once Polly had lowered the gun she held to your forehead as you came into the house unannounced, she pulled you into a tight hug and fixed you some whiskey, sensing that tea probably wasn’t strong enough.

“I’ll talk to tommy,” she said gently. “Tell him the deals off. He shouldn’t have sent you in the first place, not to London. Not on your own,” she said, before tucking you up in bed. You were glad no one had told her that her niece had been to barter with Solomons all those months ago (she would never have allowed it in the first place). Even if she sensed your heart shattering into a million pieces, she was none the wiser to who caused your heartache. You were fine with that.

***

That was until three months since your return- and not a word said to tommy about the issue with Solomons- you barged into Tommy’s office.

“Cakes and pies for you, boys! Can go running a business on empty bellies- shit. Sorry Tom. No one told me you had a meeting. Wasn’t in the diary,” you said bashfully as John grinned at you.

“Not to worry, YN. Mr Solomons dropped by,” tommy said cooly as John took the cakes off you and put them on the counter with the whiskey. “Polly seems to think that all business deals with Mr Solomons here have been rejected. Deal’s off, she told me,” you gulped under the gaze of your older brothers, biting you lip slightly as Alfie turned slowly to you, the wide brim of his hat casting shadows over your face.

“Why don’t you come and sit down, Miss YN?” He said. You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them. It had been so long since you’d heard him speak.

“Don’t you bloody tell our sister what to do,” Arthur growled from the side of Tommy’s desk.

“Shut up Arthur,” you and tommy said at the same time as Tom directed you to sit down next to Alfie anc across from him. “Now, YN, I sent you to London last year for a very simple purpose. To get Mr Solomons on our side. Now, you come back to small heath eight months later, telling me that there’s no deal. That mr Solomons got cold feet. Now that, YN, is bullshit. Because we all know what a negotiatior you are. Lord knows, it’s a wonder we got anything done while you were little, forever insisting we teach you things you had no need to know,”

You looked to your knees, before looking back up at tommy, decided to fix him with a matching icy stare. You would not be lectured by your brother, not now that you were a woman yourself.

“And then, three months after her return,” he continued. “It comes to light, Solomons, that there was a deal. But you sent my sister away with no real explanation,” he turned to Alfie. “And I’d like to... put that to rights, if you will. Your lot need us, Alfie, as much as we need you. Now. Explain. Why’s my sister sent away despite her very reasonable deal, Hm?”

It was quiet for a moment, and you hoped to any god who was listening that Alfie would bluff his way out with one of his meandering speeches.

“Right, well, you see right,” a promising start... “you send your little sister, who’s a proper little woman, right, down into my bakery, with her pretty eyes and her flirty laughing, yeah? You send your little sister down to Camden Town to seduce me,”

Shut the fuck up, Alfie, you thought.

“And yeah, I admit it worked for a bit, yeah, took her out a few times an’ all,” Tommy’s eyes hardened, and Arthur and John had murderous expressions on their faces. “We was getting along alright, wasn’t we, YN, love?” You nodded, your jaw tense. You would certainly be in trouble with your brothers after this. “But then I sent her away. Told her ‘nah, YN, pet, we can’t keep this up, right? Too fuckin’ dangerous for you down here, yeah. And what would your brothers think, eh? What if you end up pregnant or summin’” I said to her, right, and sent her back up to this shithole to keep her out of trouble,” he leaned back in his chair, as if his explanation had solved everything.

It most certainly had not.

If looks could kill, Alfie Solomons would definitely be six feet under, under the harsh glare of the Shelby brothers. You snapped.

“For fucks sake!” You cried. “So I’m seeing Alfie fucking Solomons! So what?” You demanded. “What’re your going to do about it, eh? Cut him a new smile and have half of London after us, eh? You said it yourself, Tommy, we need Solomons as much as his lot need the Shelby’s!”

Your chest rose and fell with fury, and Alfie couldn’t help the gaze of adoration that he bestowed upon you.

“YN,” Arthur said, his measured voice forced, as if he was trying very hard not to shout. “If this man... this-this bastard has hurt you or threatened you-”

“Oh shut up, Arthur. Not every man is a threat to me,”

“But YN, you’re-”

“I’m what, John, eh? Delicate? Stupid? Too young? Fuck off. How many times have aunt Pol, Ada and I fixed your messes, eh? I think I know what I’m doing!”

You rounded on tommy, who was suspiciously quiet. “Alfie Solomons is a very dangerous man, YN,” he said steadily.

“Oi, Tommy, mate, I am right here. I let Arthur slide, yeah, Cos he’s off his rocker,”

“Shut it, Alfie,” you hissed, and he held his hands up in surrender. “Tom. I’ve grown up around dangerous men. All my life, I’ve had dangerous men around me. Dangerous men walked me to school. Dangerous men helped with my homework. Dangerous men took me for my first proper drink. Dangerous men have and always will be my family,” you spoke with such passion, your eyebrows firmly knitted together as you spoke, jaw set the way it always did when you refused to back down. “I am not a child anymore, boys. I can’t be tucked away nice and quiet in Small Heath all my life. Just be glad that you’re aware of this now and not when I’m four months pregnant with a baby I’ve no intention of getting rid of!” You swiped angrily at the tears that had trickled down your cheeks as you glared tommy down.

Sighing, he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up, straightening his jacket. “That’s that then,” he said, beckoning an unwilling Arthur and John to follow him (both murmuring angrily and confused).

“Oh and Solomons? I expect to see a ring on my sister’s finger by Sunday,” he said, before slamming the door shut.

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princessmariaphiliper · 3 years

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THE SLEEPOVER FIC | Part 6 The Sunshine

Summary: You and James have put yourselves into trouble, but you think maybe it’s hotter that way.

Notes: James Acaster, Original characters. Alcohol consumption, moderate language. Just a feel good time babs!

Pairing: James Acaster x Reader

Genre: Fluff with eventual smut, Slow Burn fic

Words: 2,597

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

James returned to his spot beside you, the sun shining down onto the metal table. Making it hot to the touch some time ago. He was sweating you noticed. Not in such a way that made it look as though he’d just finished a workout, but enough to add a light sheen to his face. You wondered if you looked much the same, having been sat in the same spot for hours. You could see that your uncovered arms had begun to burn, you imagined your nose had also as you felt a dull pain starting to form there.

The three of you sat in comfortable silence for a while taking blissful sips of your refreshing beverages. Occasionally you picked at your blueberry muffin, trying to think of something interesting to say.

“It’s a beautiful day isn’t it” Olivia asked no one in particular. She was right, the clouds had rolled away mid-morning. Leaving nothing but a clear sky for the sunshine to project through. You hummed in agreement.

“I’ve not seen Camden this busy in years.” James said, looking out at the collection of people lining the lock, you were somewhat grateful that you’d arrived early this morning. You might not have had a comfortable table otherwise.

“Is there a festival or something?”

“I don’t think so,”

“It’s just sunny and the British go mad for a beergarden.”

“True, true”

Another pause in conversation happened before James turned back around and faced you. As he twisted his body a waft of his cologne danced across your nostrils. He smelt of pear drops mixed with a light spice, pleasant but not overpowering by any means. Looking down at his hand you observed how his slender fingers engulfed his cup. You hadn’t noticed how large his hands were until now. Similarly as he’d always had them covered, only now could you see the veins of his arms. Peeping from under the skin. He was by no means muscular in the typical sense, but you could tell he wasn’t at all scrawny either. His arms too held a glaze of sweat across them. You took a sip, urgently needing a distraction from studying his body. You were hot enough as it was. As you pulled your drink away from your lips you looked over at Olivia. She was staring into your eyes in an intense sort of way. You furrowed your eyebrows at her, hoping to gain more of an insight upon her unreadable caricature. She turned towards James with a kind smile and began,

“Well James, it’s been lovely to meet you, but I best be heading home,” she pointed at the ring on her finger, “duty calls.”

You shook your head in disbelief, Olivia was divorced. She had been (unofficially) for quite some time now. But kept the ring on her finger as a quick getaway on occasion with people she didn’t know too well. You clocked on to what she was doing now, leaving you alone with James to fulfill whatever insane dialogue she’d got into her head. You gave her a deadpan face as she drank up the last bit of her iced coffee. James flashed her a polite smile, holding his hand out to her once again to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you too, hope we’ll meet again sometime!”

“Yes, that would be lovely, I’m sure Y/n will have a dinner party soon. She always has one close to the end of summer, don’t you?” she stated, rising from her seat she gave you a wink and a wave goodbye.

“I do indeed.”

“Well, I expect to see James there Y/n. A bit of celebrity company is definitely what your missing!” You mentally rolled your eyes at her double entendre.

“I’d love to see you there.”

“Text me when you get home!” You called out as she dissolved with another wave into the crowd. You looked out for a moment before the realisation that you were now alone (fully alone) with James. No other people to perform for.

“No goodbye kiss for Olive James?” You teased, relaxing into his solo company. He seemed a little startled by your question, turning to you with his lips parted.

“I-”

“I’m only kidding.”

“Well. If you must know, I don't go giving kisses out willy nilly.” His phrasing made you hold back a stupid grin; your sense of humour was embarrassingly immature. Noticing you try to hold back a laugh James quizzed you.

“What?”

“Kissing willy nilly,”

“You’re disgusting, childish,” James replied in a singsong, allowing your laugh to roll out of you now. He waited a moment, watching you with a smile, a chuckle causing his shoulders to bob up and down. His face fell comically flat, “I’m very disappointed in you.”

“I’m funny though,”

“If you say so Y/n” Lifting his hands defensively and tilting his head. You looked around the two of you, all the tables were full now and plenty of people waiting inside to order their beverages. You began to feel a little guilty for having been hoarding the table you were sat at. Noticing a couple on the hunt for a space to sit you turned to James again.

“Hey, do you want to have a walk around? Looks like it's getting busy and I’ve been here hours, legs need a stretch.” You rubbed at your thighs to exaggerate your meaning.

“Sure, where’d you like to go?”

“Not sure, where you headed earlier?”

“I was just walking really. Needed to get out of the flat.”

The two of you rose from the table, offering it gracefully to the couple who had now been standing awkwardly for quite some time. As the two of you headed toward the gate you heard the guy mumble to his partner a subtle ’Was that James Acaster?’

Watching James visibly cringe as he unclasped the handle with his vacant hand. You considered teasing but seeing the distaste across his face you decided it would be best not to. You expected it was an uncomfortable conversation to constantly fill.

“We could head into the market” you enthused, steering away from the conversation James had most definitely expected. He parted his lips, one side of his mouth curing into a grateful smile.

“Sure,”

And so off you trotted into the cascade of hot bodies weaving through each other. Thankfully - as James was a lot taller than you, he had taken the liberty to lead the way. Parting through people and occasionally slowing behind those taking in the London scenery via their mobile phones. You crossed over the lock bridge. Turning your head right to look out onto the sights, James flocked his head back to check if you were making it through okay. You twisted back and caught him looking, giving you a warm feeling of care overcome you.

“You okay back there short-arse?”

“Yeah, keeping up long legs.”

You saw his chest and shoulders rise with a snort as a group of people either side of you begun to push past. Causing you to stumble forwards. Instinctively you grabbed onto what was in front of you for balance, not wanting to lose James in a bombardment of bodies.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,”

James silently produced his hand behind his back for you to hold onto. You let go of his shirt and gently took his pinkie finger into your palm with hesitation. Your blood pumping a little faster. Sensing your wavering James curled the rest of his fingers around your hand, engulfing it with a little squeeze of reassurance. You took a step forward while you were stationary in an attempt to hide your PDA for anyone who might recognise him. You couldn’t be arsed with your face on some scandal website.

“Do you want to eat?” James quizzed with a flash of eye contact as you made it towards the (thankfully not as crowded) food market.

“Yeah sure,” you agreed “What do you fancy?”

“Depends, are you feeling adventurous?” He led you round a few corners with visible excitement. Still holding firmly onto your hand. You decided however that you didn’t mind it all that much. It made you feel giddy in a way.

Casually he pulled the two of you round a final bend and stopped. Causing you to now be side by side with him. He let go of your hand, secretly making your heart sink into your shoes. Before regaining a hold of it. This time he invited you to interlock one another’s fingers, which you quickly accepted, his fingertips close to caressing you wrist.

“Why not?” You looked left, smiling up at him. His face lit up by the afternoon sun. The dusting of his auburn stubble upon his cheeks glinting in the light.

“Good. This place has the best South African food.”

“Sounds good to me,” You smiled back.

Excited by his own enthusiasm. You knew James was as much of a foodie as Ed, after all you’d chatted to them both the other night about their food podcast. James comically admitting that he didn’t think as many people would be still listening years after they had begun it. Trusting his insight, the two of you joined the queue for ‘Shaka Zulu’, allowing him to have this moment of pleasure as you had stolen him from a day to himself.

You looked around you, most of the people queuing being tourists or couples patiently waiting in the sunshine to be invited inside. A moment of panic washed over you as you started to wonder. To an outside eye could this be considered a date? Albeit an accidental scenario you and James were holding hands while waiting to go for a meal. Perhaps it could be translated as such.

Starting to feel nervous you decided you really needed a drink.

Pulling you out of your thoughts James ran his thumb idly over the back of your hand as you approached the front of the queue. Instantly making you feel calmer. He didn’t seem at all nervous. His posture tall and somewhat cocky. He used his free hand to pull on his collar, letting some air into his shirt, then running his fingers through the back of his hair.

“Have you been here before?”

“Never,” You admitted openly, “I don’t eat at restaurants often. Only for birthdays and so on, I don’t have the excuse really” You pondered the last time you’d gone for a proper meal out. Having been single there wasn’t a necessity to eat out as often. You wondered if maybe that was why this felt like such a date.

The waiter asked the two of you how many the table was for before guiding you towards one in the middle of the room. Inside of the restaurant was dimly lit in contrast to the outdoor sunshine, making your eyes go funny upon entry. As they began to adjust you noted the calved deep wood chairs and African themed setting, having you feeling slightly underdressed.

“Quite fancy for jeans and a t shirt,” You admitted to James as the waiter left you at your table to ponder the menu.

“How do you think my bare knees are feeling over here,”

“You suggested this place James,”

“Yeah well,” He sang stupidly, “Forgot who I was for a second Y/n.” Pausing shortly after blinking slowly and looking off to his left.

You were seated across from one another, both in extravagant looking chairs. James had his legs outstretched underneath the table; both his feet nestled beside your ankles. You noted his comfort around you, and his constant need to be close to you in any way possible. It was alluring to consider his touch may be purposeful. The two of you studied the menu for a while before you perked up another conversation.

“Is it too early for a drink?”

“It is the weekend,” He replied with his brows raised, lips pulled cheekily.

“Olive tells me off if I suggest anything before three.”

“And you pretend to be okay with that?” James stated playfully. You laughed at his comment, making his mouth curve into a proud smirk. Something stirring in your stomach subsequently.

“White wine is presumably more acceptable for day drinking,”

“I’d agree but why bother when you’re already committed.”

“Guess you’re right.”

“Obviously”

“I’ll get a mojito then.” Shaking your head at his cockiness for what felt like the hundredth time since you met him, he carried on.

“Good choice. I might join you. What do you want to eat?”

“What does the food connoisseur recommend?” You offered sarcastically, however genuinely curious for his input. You didn’t want to be brought to a place he’d bigged up and order a fucking salmon.

“Well, the Vegetable Potjie is great, I usually get the Beef Bobotie though.” You checked over his suggestion on the menu. Liking the sound of the vegetarian dish much more than the beef you decided to go with that.

“I’ll have the Potjie then!” You professed, closing the leather wallet with a gentle thud.

James leant back in his seat, resting his arms on each side of it. You couldn’t help but observe him now that there was nowhere else for your eyes to naturally fall. Accepting the circumstance, you drank him up. His posture comfortable, one of his arms falling in his lap away from your view. His hair curled upwards in a collection of flicks, some slightly stuck down from the heat outside. His jaw was well defined as he rested in an L shaped hand. Ring finger positioned just below his lips. You moved your eyes upwards only to meet his own, that had subsequently, also been studying you. You started to feel a little self-conscious and James looked at you with hunger in his eyes as the two of you held the contact.

You nibbled your lip nervously out of habit, unsure of what to say. Causing a knee jerk reaction from James, his foot turning to nudge your own. He swallowed awkwardly and cleared his throat, shifting in his seat, (thankfully) as the waiter returned for your orders.

“Hi what would the two of you like to eat this afternoon?”

James looked to you, silently quizzing if you would like to order first.

“You go,” You nodded “It's okay.”

“Erm, well could we get two mojitos please,”

“Sure, would you like plain, raspberry or kiwi?”

“I’ll have a raspberry please” You chipped in

“Just plain for me thanks”

“Yep, what else would you like?” She scribbled down some notes as James began speaking once more.

“Can I get the Beef Bobotie please,”

“Um hum,”

“And could I please have the Potjie” You asked politely, passing your menu over to James who was gathering his.

“Wonderful,” She scribbled again. “Is that everything?”

“That's it thanks.”

“Amazing, someone should be with you in a minute to bring your drinks over. If you have any questions just shout. Enjoy your meal guys!” She enthused, gathering your menus before starting to head off. Alas, before she had fully departed from your table James stated a genuine ‘Thanks! You too!’ His face twisting downwards in instant regret.

You forced yourself to hold back your laughter until the waiter had disappeared. James’s mouth wide open, blinking slowly in disgust at himself. You smiled at him, feeling both second-hand embarrassment and pure joy simultaneously. You raised your eyebrow inquisitively.

“You too?” You teased, James looked up shamefully, resting his chin in his palms.

“I wish I were dead.” He concluded. Twisting his face into a comical frown.

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spacehologramcollection · 4 years

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Earthrealm customs.

We have a big problem. This isn’t as great as I’ve hyped it up to be I fear! But I loved writing this. I’ve had to base this off the limited exposure we’ve had to Fujin. Starts off cute gets smutty.

Warnings: Smut, oral, fluff, angst, smut, smut and more smut. 18+ under the cut. Pairings: Fujin X Female Reader. Word count: 6814 GIF does not belong to me.

You stood outside the gallery. Impatiently drumming your fingers against your elbow. You clicked your tongue against your teeth. Shifting from one leg to the other. Eyes roaming around the busy street in front of you. Leaning against the cool glass of the window behind you. The skies above were blue and clear. The sun was beating down on you, making you regret taking a jacket, a that was now wrapped around your waist haphazardly. The day was only to get hotter; it was the warmest spring day of the year. But then again, it was on the cusp of summer, so it did not surprise you. You sighed, removing your phone, pretending to check it for the millionth time. Eyes looking up at the man staring at you, forcing a bittersweet smile, you returned your attention to your empty phone. It was a bad habit. You cared far too much about what people thought of you, he told you that with one of those smiles that made your heart flutter and your knees weak. You locked your phone, once more slipping it back into your short pocket, and folding your arms over your chest. No messages or missed calls, your phone was always on silent for this reason. It gave you an excuse to check your phone in awkward situations. It solidified the fact you were waiting for someone and wasn’t just some weird person stood outside the gallery. You were sure no one actually thought that, but you felt you had to prove your point, had to let people know that you were in fact waiting for your date. He wasn’t late. No late wasn’t his style. You were just early, far too early, again. But you had been excited for your date. It wasn’t often it got to be just the two of you. You’d had your outfit planned for the past week, you’d played it all out in your heard, and you intended to make the most of your time together. You checked your nails, spotless and painted a light shade of grey. Grey always reminded you of him. Grey was the colour of cloudy weather, the colour of those clouds that haunted the skies above the sea, as the wind battered the coast. A cool breeze brushed past you, causing your jacket to dance against the bare skin of your legs, and strands of hair to fly across your face. You closed your eyes. He had arrived. Savouring the moment as the breeze nipped your bare skin, as if trying to entice it to dance. The smell of freshness hitting your nostrils. It was barely a tangible smell. One moment like a fresh meadow, the next it was like fresh laundry that had been dried on the line, and then it was like the smell of the sea, salty and harsh. A small wistful smile playing on your lips. Lost in the moment. It reminded you of him, made your heartache and skip at the same time, in a unique paradox. Once the breeze had died down, once more returning to the warm spring day, you opened your eyes and the smile fades, as there is no sign of him. Your back in the city. The smell of petrol and that usual smell of the city invading your senses. You frown. You weren’t on your balcony waiting for him to appear, nor were you at the top of the Sky Temple, looking over at the beauty and majesty before you, with strong arms wrapped around you. You were in the city. The same, boring, old city. Waiting for the man you loved to return. You sighed, sliding down the window a little, your legs were beginning to tire. You regretted arriving so early. You thought it’d take you a little longer than normal to walk to the gallery from your apartment. But you were wrong. It took you 10 minutes. You did have plans to get a coffee, but the heat of the day made you change your opinion on that. You had wanted to pick up a cooler after, but upon spying the queues you’d opted against that. You had time to kill, but you didn’t want to spend it queuing in a coffee shop. Potentially spilling anything on your outfit. You weren’t vain, but you wanted today to be perfect. It had been months since you had last seen him, and you wanted to commit to memory. Who knew when you’d see him again? As much as it filled your heart with ache and yearning, you knew you had chosen this life, you had accepted this when you fell for him and he for you. Falling in love with a God wasn’t easy nor for the faint of heart. Barely seeing each other, limited time when you did, and any chance of normality slipping through your fingers. But it wasn’t all angst and waiting. Falling in love with a God was an amazing experience, one that filled you with wonder, your meetings became sacred and special. You loved nothing more than hearing the stories and tales he had to tell. His voice made anything sound amazing, he could have read you the phonebook, and you’d have become smitten. You smile to yourself, lulling your heard to the side as you look out over the road. Walking up the stairs towards you is a man. A familiar looking one at that. You narrow your eyes, placing a hand over your eyes to shield them from the light… it looked like him, only, with shorter hair. A lot shorter. You open your mouth and frown a little. It had been a few months, but you were sure you still knew what he looked like. A smile was on his face, warm and with a small hint of a playful smirk. A small, ever so slight one, barely detectable to those that didn’t know him. It was him… Fujin… Your smile returned as he strode towards you. Catching the eye of a few passers-by, who stopped to double take the figure walking past them. You would have done the same if you didn’t know him. He was tall, pushing 6’3 at the least. With hair as white and as pure as virgin snow. Hair that used to be longer than yours, and always tied back in an elegant braid; now swept back and slightly tussled. As he got closer you spied his eyes. No longer the prominent, bold, flash of glimmering silver sclera. No. His eyes were now a deep shade of brown. “Y/N.” He greeted, closing the distance till he’s stood before you in all of his glory. Smiling down at you, he softly and deftly pushes stray strands from your hair. Acting as if he wasn’t the cause for your hair to be so misplaced. “You’ve changed your hair.” You say, smiling widely up, whilst your cross your arms. You like it. As much as you like his long hair, this one did something to him. It almost made him appear more rugged, yet more sophisticated. It was different and it emphasised that sharp jawline more. His hand shot up to the short locks, running a hand through it, trying to smooth down some of strayed messed. “Kung Lao said I would suit it…” He paused, looking you up and down, trying to detect if you liked it or not. “Do you not like it Y/N?” He asked. Worry lacing his tone. You shake your head, leaning in and attempting to plant a small peck on his cheek. Pulling at the collar of the shirt he’s wearing, he leans down slightly, allowing you to finally land the kiss. “It’s different. But I think you suit it.” You whisper before leaning back and clasping your hands in front of you. His smile returns and he shakes his head before placing his hand tentatively over yours. “I am glad you like it. I was worried you would not recognise me for a moment. The unfunny jester had joked that you would not recognise me. I was worried he was right.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a spare hand. You feigned shock before shaking your head. Unfunny and a jester, it could only be Johnny. “A world in which Johnny Cage is right is a scary concept.” You tease back. You dip into your satchel, pulling out the guide to the gallery. You’d picked it up before waiting outside. You were eager to check it out. You weren’t sure how Fujin felt about it, but he seemed more than happy to see more of Earthrealm culture. “Are you excited?” You ask eagerly, gripping the glossy guide in your hand. You were hyped beyond belief, so much so, you didn’t even read the guide. You wanted to experience the exhibit with him. Fujin nodded before looking up at the building. “I am. I am very excited to see more of Earthrealms art…” He looked back down at you and smiled. “And you know of my vice for painting.” He gently gripped your hand in his. “You’re going to love this. It’s about Myths, Legends and The Gods of Old. I’m hoping there’s at least one painting of you and Raiden in here.” You tease, rubbing your fingers over his knuckles. His hands aren’t cold, but they are warm either. They are the perfect temperature. Comfortable and they fil with you content. “Lead the way…” He encourages, leaning back and giving you space to push yourself up from your perch. You grab back a hold of his hand, as you walk towards the entrance, talking about anything and everything. His fingers intertwined with yours in an act of rebellion. Raiden discussed often with his brother about displays of public affection. But no one knew he was a god here. You were just a couple, here to admire some art.

You’re both stood before a painting… well, you think it’s a painting. Fujin is behind you, hands in his pockets, eyes fixated on the painting. Smears of grey, blue and yellow paint are all over the canvas. Swirls of the colour melding into one. Dots and flashes of orange are scattered across the canvas. As if the brush had been dropped. This exhibit hadn’t been what you had expected it to be. “What is it Y/N?” Fujin asked, leaning in to whisper in your ear. As if ashamed to not know what it is. You shrug your shoulder. “Maybe it’s a sunrise?” You suggest. You weren’t one to mock art, you knew it was in the art of the beholder. But you were struggling here. Fujin nodded before opening the guidebook. “It is supposed to be a deconstructed apple of chaos, one which belonged to Eris.” Your eyes widen, you spin on your heel to face him. “The fuck?” You blurt out a little too loudly. Fujin smiles, whilst others around you frown and tsk out your outburst. You look around apologetically, mouthing sorry at the disgusted faces looking at you. Fujin chuckles to himself, his eyes dancing in the gallery lights. “I have missed you Y/N. Your honesty, is next to none.” He whispers, pulling you in to his side, so he can hold you whilst you walk. Public displays of affection are not your forte or something you’re clear on. The thought of making out on a bench or the back of a bus, turns you off majorly. But with Fujin, his displays of affection are so subtle and romantic. He’s unashamed, and mostly unadjusted to the customs of Mortals. Raiden is far more versed than his brother, and from what you can gather, mortal and Earthrealm customs confuse him still. Even after many a year among the mere mortals that call this realm home. You hadn’t expected Fujin to be this way, you imagined him to be more like Raiden… but then you figured there was a reason him and Kung Lao got on. He was more laidback than Raiden. He joked around more. A dry sense of humour if ever there was one, but it was endearing. “Do you believe an apple could cause chaos?” He asked you curiously. You shrug your shoulders before debating it in your head. “Maybe. The myth is that Eris the goddess of discord, essentially Yeeted an apple.” Fujin cut you off. A perplexed look on his face. “Yeeted? This is a word I’m not overly familiar with. I have heard Cassandra Cage and Jacqueline Briggs often speak of this Yeet.” You nod before thinking of the best way to explain it. “Yeeted, it means to throw. But it’s slang. I wouldn’t start using it in everyday conversation. It’s a… it’s an internet thing. I actually can’t remember most of the legend” You admit, watching as he nods and mulls over the word. “Eris threw the apple among the gods at the wedding feast of Peleus and Thetis. Which caused arguments amongst many of the gods and goddesses, which according to legend, sparked the Trojan War.” He looks down at you to see you’re smiling. “So, you know the legend. Do you have apples of chaos?” You ask him, curious to see if there such things. He scoffs before stopping to look at a statue. “I have never heard of them. But there is a realm of Chaos, maybe they have apple trees down there. Shujinko may know, he has visited Chaos realm. I will ask him when I see him next and I will let you know.” His way of speaking always brings a smile to your face. It’s almost poetic and breezy, he’s well-spoken and his voice always makes you feel calm. “I’ve missed you a lot.” You nuzzled into his side. The smell of a fresh breeze flooding your senses once more. He smiles down at you as you continued to walk. “A whole realm dedicated to chaos seems a bit much.” You admit. Fujin scoffs again before shaking his head. “You cannot comprehend the headache it gives me. We have always underestimated one of the Clerics that dwells there. But recently he has become, how would you put it?” He paused, looking down at you, eyes wide as if asking for help. “A giant pain in the arse?” You say without a skip of a beat. Fujin nods before laughing a little, his strong arms encircling your waist tighter. “Yes. But enough speak of other realms. I desire to know more about this… art. Why does it lack form or content?” He curiously asked, pausing to stare at a huge canvas painted with red. You read the label. The Sea of Blood… You frown. You don’t have an answer for it. “Modern art. It doesn’t have to look like anything, it’s all about meaning and expression. I guess. I’m not too sure. I’m not a huge fan, but if it makes them happy, then it makes them happy.” Fujin shakes his head looking away. “The Sea of Blood is not one continuous shade of red.” He mutters to himself. Attracting the attention of a woman stood near him, who seemingly doesn’t agree with the God of Winds opinion. “I think it’s spot on.” Fujin shrugs his shoulders before continuing to walk with you.

You enter a corridor that is far darker than the rest of them. You were searching for the painting you knew was in the gallery. You needed him to see it. You feel his fingers caress your sides lightly, sending electric sensations up your spine. “Is the Sea of Blood actually real?” You ask him curiously. Fujin who seems to be lost in his own little world is looking around at the more traditional paintings. He hums before nodding. “Oh yes. It is very real. Y/N, what is that woman doing?” He asked, shrugging off the revelation that there is a real Sea of Blood, instead pointing his hand at the painting before you. Letting go of you to examine the scene before you. Your eyes grow wide, mouth slightly agape and a blush forming on your face. “She’s giving him a blowjob.” You quickly say, coughing and looking away. The burn of mortal shame upon you. Fujin turns back to you, eyes wide, head tilted forward. Your answer clearly not enough. “Please explain what a ‘Blow Job’ is.” He asks, a little too loudly, once more people are looking at you. You quickly shake your head, a small smile on your lips. “Oh, that famous mortal shame.” He teases, swiping a finger over your face to trace your blush. You shake your head and continue walking, Fujin in tow, it doesn’t take him long with his long legs to catch you up. You’re searching for the end of this corridor. You know it’s got to be somewhere. “Y/N…” He asks, whispering now, trying to keep his voice down. You turn to him and shake your head looking around. The corridor is abandoned. You push him back against one of the walls. “It’s a sex act. Basically, you suck someone’s cock, till they ejaculate. I’ll tell you more about it later.” You didn’t give a shit about your explanation. Fujin tilted his head, leaning down to capture your lips. His lips were soft against yours, his arms wrapped around your hips. Fingers dancing over your back. You close your eyes and lean into the kiss. It became more heated as you pressed your body against his. Only to remember where you are. You pull away, coughing and blushing, as you look down the last part of the corridor spying a door. Fujin leans back down to capture your lips once more. “The Gallery will be closing in ten minutes.” The announcement voice echoed. You jerk back, nearly headbutting Fujin in the face. Your eyes wide. “Is something wrong?” He asks you, worry lacing that usual calm tone. You can’t believe it’s closing time already. “I just… why is it closing so early?” You quickly say, looking down at your phone. It was only 3 in the afternoon. The gallery was open till 10 on a weekend. Fujin opened the guide. “It is closing early for a ball that is been held here.” He informs you, holding the guide open for you to see. Shit… You hadn’t got to show him the painting of himself and Raiden. You sigh before looking up at him. “We better get going.” You say, moving back and grabbing his hand to help him up, not that he needed any help. He had grace and poise like you’d never seen before. The sound of late springs rain hitting the ceiling filled your ears. It was going to be an interesting walk home. Your date had been cut short, but was that bad? The two of you could always hang out at your apartment… if he was down for that. You’d been dating for a few months now; intimacy had not gone further than a few heated kisses and stolen touches. You hadn’t wanted to push anything. But everything happens for a reason.

You had run home with Fujin in tow. He had offered you his jacket, but you had shaken your head, all whilst pulling him through the sodden streets back to yours. Till you had arrived, when you had invited him in, he had nodded and followed you into the foyer and the elevator up to your floor. A few soft touches as you unlocked your door, had led to where you both were now. He was sat on your sofa, sodden jacket discarded on a nearby radiator drying. His shirt was now tighter, showing off that finely tuned and muscular body. You emerged from the bathroom, towelling off your soaked hair. The sound of the rain hitting the outside filled you with comfort. You glanced over to see Fujin was on your sofa, looking around your small apartment curiously. You smiled before walking towards him, grabbing a fresh towel from the clean washing pile you had yet to put away. You drop your wet towel after drying your face off. The cup of tea you made him has been drunk, the cup now lays neatly on your coffee table on a coaster. “You’re soaked.” You tease, pushing him back so you can straddle his hips. You bring the towel up and begin to towel dry his now short hair. When you pull the towel away, his eyes are looking up at you, as dark as forest yet burning as if it was on fire. Hair dishevelled and messed up. “I am sorry about that… I could remedy that…” You shake your head, fingers ghosting over his face, cleaning up stray raindrops. Your wondering where this boldness is coming from. His voice barely a whisper. Leaning in, his breath ghosting over your face, making your skin tingle and eliciting a spark reaction up your spine. You shiver, pressing your body closer to his. He had been very forward today. Far more than he’d been in the past. You weren’t complaining. He was an extremely handsome man, you run a finger across his jawline and down onto his shoulders, completely disregarding the towel and letting it fall down the back of your couch. Your, hands tremble slightly as your fingers ghost and dance over the buttons. Fujin doesn’t speak, his eyes instead locked with yours, burning brighter and brighter. As if reading your mind, he sits up, his lips locking with yours. His tongue dances over your lips, as his arms encircle your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You can feel his cock hardening beneath you. You moan into the kiss, opening your mouth enough for his tongue to slip into yours. Your tongues swirl and dance as they meet. The lingering taste of sweet tea fills you with joy. Your hands slip into his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands. Trying to grab onto something to ease your hands that were dying to touch other parts of him. His hands slip up your t-shirt, his finger brush against your bare stomach as they teasingly rub up and down. You grind down a little, to test the waters, only to elicit a groan from the god below you. Pulling away, you push his arms and hands away from you. Before yanking your t-shirt up and over your heard, throwing it to one side of your room. You look down to see his eyes are slowly becoming more cloudy… Interesting… You think to yourself, smirking before looking down at him. His eyes are burning into you, looking you up and down and taking in every inch of your body. “Y/N…” He whispers, hands running up and down your sides. His fingers caress every inch of skin he can touch and feel. Touches so soft, as if you were one of those statues back at the gallery, threatening to crack unless treat with such care. Your fingers start to slowly unbutton his grey shirt. One button at a time. You slowly take your time, whilst he’s taken aback by your body. Upon getting halfway and spying his well-toned abdomen you lose your patience. You quickly undo the rest, parting the shirt as your hands greedily splay out over his abs. Swirls of blue glowing tattoos line his right pectoral. Pulsating with every heartbeat. A few scars are littered here and there over his lower abs. You brush over them and you feel them tense underneath you. You pause in your movements. Looking back at him. His eyes are once again fixated on you. “What is wrong Y/N?” He asks you. You shake your head, a finger ghosting over his smooth lips. “Are you sure you want to do this, I don’t wanna rush you.” You admit sheepishly. Your thirst for the God of Wind had apparently taken over your senses. Fujin chuckles, cupping your cheeks as he kisses your lips softly. “I have never been surer of anything in my life.” He reassures you. “Would now be a good time, for you to explain more about this… sex act you mortals seem to perform?” He teases. A joke probably. But who are you to miss a learning opportunity. A wicked grin spreads across your lips. If he was so sure. You slide back and slowly lower yourself to the floor, nudging his legs apart so you can sit between them. His eyes are blown wide, in a mix of mild arousal and confusion. “Y/N What are you doing?” Intrigue in his voice, as he watches you sink to the floor to sit between his parted legs. You begin to rub his thighs, watching as he shivers, and feeling his body twitch and react. “How about I show you?” You tease, fingers dipping up from his thighs, and wandering towards the belt he wore. “I would… Like that very much.” He whispered, hands brushing stray damp strands of hair from your face. Your hands quickly make short work of his belt, quickly undoing it and fumbling the metal clasp to the side. You deftly pop the button on his pants and deftly undo the zip. You feel his body tense and hitch underneath you as you as you palm the bulge in his pants. “Stand up…” You prompt, one hand circling his thigh with two fingers, whilst the other gently palmed his bulge. Fujin didn’t speak or react, he stood up and you moved back give him space. Your hands travelled up his legs. You toyed with the waistband of both his boxers and pants. Your fingers deftly yanking at his shirt. Indicating you wanted it off. Fujin quickly removed his shirt, tossing it onto the sofa behind him. Your hands ran up and down his lower abdomen, caressing every inch of bare flesh before you, the feel of his powerful muscles twitching below him. Your hands run their way down to his pants, slowly tugging at the bands, before pulling them deftly down. Your soon face to face with his impressive cock. Your cunt clenched at the sight of it. It was on the large side, relatively in proportion to his body, and well suited to his form. Your hands glide down and over his cock. You feel him tense and his breath hitch, as your hands caresses his cock before gently furling your fingers around him. You look up and watch him. His eyes are closed, head lulled back, his hands clenched.

Gently you began to tease his head with your hand. You start slow, watching as his muscle tense and his reactions to your ministrations. His eyes are still closed, and his moans are muffled. He’s holding back and you can tell. You smirk to yourself whilst beginning to pick up your speed and intensity. Your hand tightens around his cock, and you begin to feel him losing control. His body shivers and you hear an escaped moan. One hand of his is digging into his hips whilst the other is still at his side. You can feel precum beading from his head, it feels slick against your fingers and you know you can’t keep up the teasing with your hands. You’d promised to show him a little bit more about Earthrealm and you’re intending to keep that promise. You remove your hand, his eyes briefly opening to look down at you. Wonderment filling them to why you have stopped. His mouth opens to interject, only to be met with shock and awe. Your mouth replaces your hand. You take him in slowly, once more testing the waters. His cock is thick and long, far bigger and thicker than you’re used to. Your tongue slowly began to swirl around his head. You felt him tense up, his body standing straight, whilst he let out a stifled moan. One of his hands shot into his hair, trying to grab and grip at it to keep in control. You watched as his eyes snapped shut and his face contorted into a pure look of pleasure. Sin incarnate, you wondered how one man could look so sinful. Like an Adonis and so much so like a … well a God really. There were no other words for what he was. You eventually took his whole shaft into your mouth, moaning around his cock as you did so. Your tongue wrapped around his base and you gagged slightly. Before your hollowed your cheeks and began to move your way back up his shaft. You paused halfway through before going back down, catching him by surprise, as he let out a loud moan. The noises he was making were sinful and encouraging you to go on. You carried on with your movements, moving and up and down his shaft, all the whilst he was coming undone. Moaning and tensing up with each movement. Your eyes watched as he moaned and stood still, one hand in his own hair, the other hovering over yours. You rolled your eyes, smirking against his cock. Your hands were currently braced against his thighs, helping to give you leverage as you fucked him with your mouth. You slowly moved one of them, finding his hand and forcing it to knot within your hair. His fingers were at first, hasty and unsure, but they eventually began to grip at the hair. Pulling it and gently tugging. You swirled your way to the tip of his cock, teasing the head by sucking and hollowing your cheeks. Before you took him by surprise, taking him deep into your mouth, until his cock is hitting the back of your mouth. Tears are streaming down your face. “By The Elder Gods…” He whispers, a loud moan ripping from his throat as his hands find their way to your hair. Messing it and tugging at the strands, forcing you further onto his cock. You’re unsure if he’s aware but you carry on. “I am… I am not going to last long…” He admits. His voice, barely a whimper. You debate carrying on and finishing him off with your mouth. You can imagine the taste of his cum as it slides down your throat. You moan at the thought, but then you wonder what his cock would be like inside your cunt… and your torn. You pull off his cock with a loud pop, you carry on slowly stroking it with your hand. “What is on your mind?” He asked. As if sensing your internal debate. “I want to sit on your cock…” You admit. Fujin croaks out a scoff before smiling and shaking his head. His eyes are open wide now, no longer the deep shade of brown, once more they are pure silver and glowing. “I would like you to do that… please…” You smile before standing up and releasing his cock from your hand.

You quickly stand and begin to shed the rest of your layers. Toeing off your shoes, shorts and then underwear. Before pulling your bra off and discarding of them. You’re unsure why but you turned around. You slide a hand over your body before turning round to see Fujin has followed suit. Stood before you. You chew your lower lip. He’s impressive beyond words. His legs are well-toned, as he stands tall and bare before you. His abs have a slight sheen to them from earlier. A strong muscular arm is holding his cock, playfully stroking it whilst those glimmering eyes look at you. “You are so beautiful…” He whispers, walking towards you whilst letting go of his cock. His hand caressing your face and pulling you in for a kiss. Your lips met and your tongues danced once more. You could feel him pressing you up against the wall of your apartment. His fingers running up and down your body as your back hit the wall and the kiss intensified. Your hands flew up into his hair, as a leg hooked behind his and you deepened the kiss. When he breaks from the kiss, his legs are nudging yours apart, whilst his fingers travel down from your neck to caress your breasts. Your nipples are hard from the cold nip of the air in the room, the coolness his body seems to emit. You shiver as he presses himself further against you, the cool of his skin melding with the warmth of your own. His fingers gently pinch and roll your pebbled nipple, between his finger and his thumb. You moan, arching your back, once more pressing your body further against his cool one. “Fujin…” You moan. He chuckles, his lips moving to your neck as his hands trail further down towards your cunt. His lips worked at sucking at your neck, before moving down to your shoulders, his lips latching to the nook of your neck before gently sucking and biting at your skin. You knew there would be marks but you didn’t care. His fingers ghost over your clit, with his thumb beginning to rub, there’s some uncertainty with his movements. The confidence seems to be fading as it gets closer to the act. His thumb picks up speed, moving around till he finds your sweet spot, until he hears that moan that elicits a shiver up his spine and an arch of your back. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, your cunt was aching, and you desperately needed something inside you. Godly intuition or maybe it was your pants and muffled words of nonsense that were dripping from your lips that helped him guess. He slid one finger up into your tight cunt, moving away from your neck to give himself a better angle. You moaned, your hips bucking up into his hand as he slowly wiggled his fingers around. Once more trying to hit that sweet spot that would make you moan. You bucked your hips once more, your cunt growing used to his digit, you weren’t normally the one to beg but… “Another… please…” You whined. Fujin chuckled, before trailing peppered kisses down your collarbones and onto your chest. He inserted another finger, sliding it in, it was unexpected, and it made you gasp again. A feeling of fullness taking over you. You adjusted to his cool digits as he began to slide them in and out. Pumping them until he had picked up a steady rhythm, a rhythm that had you moaning and rocking your hips against his hands in wanton lust. You could feel your cunt starting to pulsate and tighten, the band in your abdomen tightening, he was edging you closer and closer. “I need to be inside you…” Fujin whispered into your ear, nipping at your ear as he did so. Your hands found his hair, nodding and moaning, you were becoming impatient and needed his cock. “Fuck me. Show me how a God fucks a mortal.” You begged. Fujin moaned, leaning back and swiftly removing his fingers.

You watched as he pumped his cock a few times. Coating it with your slickness. You wrapped your arms around his neck and parted your leg before raising one up to wrap it around his waist. He lined his cock up with your entrance, rubbing the head against your soaking cunt, before gently pushing it in. It was cool as it slid into you. You couldn’t even moan, your mouth opened, ready to pray to The Elder Gods for sweet release, but all you got, was emptiness as your senses were gripped by wanton lust and pure pleasure. Your eyes were closed as one hand raked against his back, whilst the other flew into his hair, trying to hold on. Fujin moaned as he slid further and further in, before he was in at the hilt. He fell forward, taking a few minutes to compose himself. He nipped at your collarbone. Before gripping your thigh and hooking his hand under your arse. You felt comfortable and full. Wrapping the over leg around his waist, you allowed him to support all of your weight as your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. His hand gripped your ass, squeezing and teasing the flesh beneath his greedy hands. You moaned loudly, panting almost at the feel of him inside you. He began to withdraw, your back pressed firmly against the wall, your cunt was already beginning to feel empty. You arched your back, clenching your legs around his waist, not wanting him to leave. Only to have him thrust back in. He repeated this action a few times, before picking up the pace, and rocking into your hips. You began to lose control, your grip on his hair and back losing, as both of them fell flat against the wall. Your tits bounced about as he fucked deep into you, your body bouncing against the coolness of the wall and his cool body. Hard abs pressed into soft flesh. You moaned loudly, praying your neighbours didn’t hear the banging, but also not caring. “Fuck Fujin… Fuck…” You’d lost control over your vocabulary. Only managing to utter a few words at a time. Your hips began to rock back and forth in tandem with his own thrusts. You were edging slowly towards your release but there was just something missing from this position. You needed something… you needed more. “Couch.” You managed to pant out. Fujin moaned into your shoulder before, nibbling as he fucked you deep. The angle had found was sublime. But you wanted to go on top. You needed his fingers against your clit. “I want to ride that godly cock of yours.” You manage to moan out. Fujin pants, slowing his thrusts down. The couch isn’t far from the wall, and he slides out of you. Your cunt aches and you’re left jelly legged. He slowly lets you down before you unwrap your legs and stand on the floor. You feel ready to collapse but you know your work isn’t done. You need to chase your release.

You push him back onto the sofa. Back into the position that started it all. Your arms wrap around his neck, your lips clashing into his, as your hand positions his wet and hard cock up to your entrance once more. You slowly slide down, taking his cock into you before you moan loudly. As you sink down to it, once more feeling deliciously full. Fujin wraps an arm around your waist, whilst you place your hands on his shoulders. You began to lift your hips up and down, quickly fucking his cock and hard and fast. Fujin moves a hand down to your clit and begins to rub with his thumb. You can feel that release building and bubbling. Your hips fuck in time with his fingers, your chasing the release and you don’t care if anyone else can hear you. Fujin’s confidence grows and he begins to match your hips. Pumping into you until you’ve both found a rhythm. “Oh my god… oh my god…” You moan as he fucks up into you and you move your hips in a circular motion. Your hand is digging into his shoulders, all the whilst one of his are working hard to make you cum, the other is supporting your hips and helping him to thrust up. You can feel your release coming. “I’m going to cum…” You moan loudly, leaning forward, trying to get just the right angle. Fujin breathily chuckles. “Do not hold back…” He whispers. “I need you to cum for me.” He states. And with that the band in your abdomen snap. You moan loudly, your hips rocking back and forth as you fuck out your release. Your cunt clenching around his cock tightly. As you rocked back and forth against his cock, you could feel his breathing becoming more and more laboured. His thrusts becoming more and more erratic. With a loud moan you felt him buck up into you before he came. “Y/N.” He whispered over and over again as a mantra, as he came deep inside of you. He fucked up into you a few last times, before you both fell forward. You laughed breathlessly, leaning back to see his hair was more a mess than it had been all day. His eyes still glimmered silver and were still devoid of pupils. “So…” You whisper. Only for Fujin to look up at you and lean up to catch your lips once more. The kiss is soft and tender. “That was… incredible. Tell me Y/N, are there any other Earthrealm customs you would like to show me?” He teases. You plant a kiss on his forehead, you can feel his cock hardening once more inside your sore cunt. You’re in for a long night… but then again, you did say falling in love with a god wasn’t for the faint of heart.

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[OM!] Lemon (Lucifer/MC)

Scenario: Even now, years after your death, Lucifer finds himself still in love with you.

Note: gn!MC; equal parts angst + fluff; Inspired by the song lyrics of Lemon (no, not the Rihanna song) below and especially the cover sung [here] and the fact Lucifer’s character song (and drama cd) dropped 😎 I highly recommend a listen to both songs! A little taste of the angst I have queued up with another fic I’m planning to post :)

If it were a dream, how good it would have been Even now, I still dream of you As if I’m retrieving something I forgot I dust off my worn-out memories

Some types of happiness do not return It was the final thing that you taught me

The dark past I kept hidden and unsaid If not for meeting you, would have remained in the dark forever I know there’s no way I will be Hurt more than I already have been

Even the sadness of those days Even the pain of those days Spent with you, who love everything about me Lingering in my mind is the scent of a bitter lemon I can't’ return until the rain stops But even now, you are my light

If Lucifer lets himself dream, he can conjure up the memories that let him hear your voice again. He sees you in a haze, smiling back at him in a field of flowers, but every time he reaches out to you, you disappear.

Lucifer wakes up to an empty space beside him and wonders if the pain of your absence will ever subside.

Lucifer remembers the years he spent by your side vividly. It is not difficult to remember them when all the other years before pale in comparison.

He recalls your first appearance in the Devildom, showing a brave face in front of demons, and remembers when it turns out that your courage shines in other ways as well; in the way you speak up for others and the way you allow your heart to love with reckless abandon. It is no surprise his brothers loved you as they did, quick to drop the notion that you were anything but important to them. And when Lucifer finds himself making a pact with you, he wonders why he expected he’d be any different.

“I do not belong to you; you belong to me,” Lucifer had said to you proudly in his demon form, but you had only smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips, as if you knew what he really wanted to say was “please let me be yours.” He wishes his heart did not tremble as it did when he has you in his arms, the mark of his love evident in the insignia on your chest. For all that he may say, he can only hope that you can be his, and he keeps it a secret that his heart sings every time you return his embrace.

The Avatar of Pride, as talented as he may be, still fumbles over things that he has never encountered. For instance, when you leave the Devildom for a period of time after the end of the year-long exchange program, Lucifer finds himself lost in thoughts thinking of you. It becomes a problem when he is distracted, wondering how you were faring back in the human world, to the point that he does not realize the ink has bled all over the last few pages of documents he is supposed to sign until it is unsalvageable. Lucifer is not used to the yearning that comes with loving someone far away and it shows, to him, in the worst possible ways.

He is embarrassed when he explains the situation to Diavolo, but the Demon Prince only laughs and pats him on the shoulder, giving him a knowing smile. His brothers note that he is a little distracted, a little kinder without knowing the reason. Mammon is tempted to ask for a credit card from the eldest, but even he does not want to ruin the magic spell he is convinced you have cast on the House of Lamentations to have an eldest brother who allows himself to take a break, a house with a bickering but loving family, and all of them with thrumming anticipation, excited to see what the day has to offer because today was the day you would call.

When you appear in the Devildom again, letting Satan live up to his propensity for hurling objects, Lucifer is giddy beyond relief. And he would rather die than to admit it, but he was speaking a mile a minute, going off tangents because his mind kept on coming back to you and how you were waiting in the House of Lamentations where you belonged.

He and his brothers could not trip over themselves more to open the door to their home and see you turn around, sleeves rolled up as you go about the House like there was no other place you could possibly be. And Lucifer hopes with all his heart, as his brothers clamor for your attention, that you would never leave, that you would stay with him for as long as you could.

When you stay in the Devildom, asking Diavolo time and time again to extend your visitation rights, Lucifer decides to ask you to stay forever, with your favorite flowers and a ring that could not possibly convey the extent of his feelings for you. The moment you accept his hand in marriage is one of the happiest moments of his life, and he wonders then how curious it was that out of the very best memories of his millennia of life that you seemed to be in most of them.

You were beautiful on your wedding day and every day since then. Even as you aged and the lines in your face grew more pronounced, Lucifer finds that he falls in love with you more each day. You laugh when he tells you that your beauty has not faded, and he feels his heart soar even after all this time when he hears that sound coming from you.

“You are beautiful,” Lucifer tells you, when his back is turned to you and you trace the lines of his scars on his back. “To love me even though you know everything.”

He feels your arms wrap around him and your breath on his neck as you let out a huff of laughter. “Silly,” you tell him, “I love you because I know everything.” He relaxes in your embrace as you sigh. “You’re not the only one who falls in love more and more, you know,” you tease.

Lucifer fulfills the promise he made during the dance so long ago during the School Festival, telling you that he loves you, truly and deeply, any chance he has. He thinks perhaps that after twenty or thirty years of loving and being loved by you would make your ‘I love you’s’ less of a novelty, but his face always warms at your words, and even more so when you laugh and hold your hands to his face and press a kiss onto his forehead.

It was only a matter of time until everything ended.

It came with the territory of loving you, who could, at most, be a snapshot in his long, long life. But Lucifer remembers every year with you and wishes that he could only have more. He is not done with loving you, he tells you, holding onto your frail hands tightly. “You’re not allowed to leave until my heart is spent,” he says to you as you smile, and he wishes that your smile were not so resigned.

“Lucifer,” you say quietly, with all the strength you can muster. He leans his head in and blinks away the tears in his eyes if only to see your face more clearly. “I love you,” you say. “I want you to love people after me as well. Can you do that for me?” You breathe out. “Can I make that my final request?”

And who was he to deny you?

It was not easy, living a life without you. The first few years he admits that he fails to live up to your hopes, feeling more like who he was during the fall. But after a life with you, he is different. He mourns with his brothers and grieves for his loss, but remembers to love his brothers, his friends, and whoever that may come into his life like you did.

Lucifer still visits your grave every year, never failing to place a bouquet of orchids by your tombstone. And it is times of quiet like these that he is reminded of you again: You had so loved flowers and loved learning about the languages of flowers, decorating each room of the House of Lamentations with bouquets with meaning and bringing life to a home that had gone so far without it. Your enthusiasm, just like your laughter, was contagious, and he became fluent in the language as well, gifting you with a bouquet of warm colored tulips to watch you fluster and putting a single aster behind your ear to coax out your shy smile.

It is easy to forget a language he no longer uses as readily, but he holds onto the words and meanings conveyed in colors and flower petals if only because it reminds him of you.

And every year the orchids say ‘I will always love you’ and he hopes the words find their way to you.

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“how’d we get so deep from just talking about bubble tea?" / f.w

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!OC

Warnings: Angst, mentions of food... also fluffy and cute!

Summary: Fred Weasley and OC Female character fight about bubble tea and it gets kinda angsty but not too much

A/N: Was supposed to be a Fred x Reader thing but i'm not too confident with my 2nd person writing skills yet. Viktoria is my Fred Weasley simp friend 🤪 but she can also be you!

Also wanted to incorporate a bit of how Hermione mentioned the twins slightly affecting Ron's confidence in canon HP. Testing out the waters so let me know what you think! Hope there wasn't too much angst on here.

WC: 2.4k+

This is for you @weasleyclaw

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"What in Merlin's pants is this supposed to be?"

Viktoria giggled enthusiastically against a wide-rimmed straw stuck between her teeth, watching Fred Weasley's perplexed face as he struggled to ingest the contents in his mouth.

"Swallow," she commanded.

Fred quirked an eyebrow, pausing his chewing. "Well, that's what I sai—

He grunted as she took a swipe to his shin.

"Swallow," Viktoria said again, attempting a glare this time, but mirth was swimming around in her eyes.

Frowning and chewing with performative haste, Fred swallowed loudly and obediently (to Viktoria's delight) and stuck out his tongue like a good schoolboy, displaying an empty mouth.

She smiled cheekily, "Well? How is it?"

Instead of answering, Fred brought his wand out and pointed it to his tongue.

"Aguame—“

“NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Viktoria snatched Fred’s wand immediately, sneaking frantic glances around and shoving it inside her coat.

“Are you mental?!” she whisper-yelled to her boyfriend who had a frown on his face.

“But I'm parched,” grumbled Fred as Viktoria pushed him towards a fairly deserted alley adjacent to the main street.

Covent Garden was bustling with Muggles. Seeing as Easter was fast approaching, boutiques were filled to the brim with shoppers queuing for last-minute holiday hauls, and everyone was out and about, basking in the spring breeze.

A good-looking pair of lovebirds sipping on matching bubble tea beverages, walking down James Street hand-in-hand was nothing close to unusual on a cheerful sunny day such as today. What would've been unusual was if one of the pair suddenly shot out cold, freshwater into his mouth from a wooden stick. That would've stirred some heads.

"You're parched?" Viktoria's eyes were wide and exasperated. "How many times do you have to pull something like that in the middle of a bloody Muggle street—"

"It was you who made me swallow it!" said Fred defensively.

She scoffed, "Oh please. You're being dramatic."

"Dramatic? These things taste like Dungbombs!" he waved his still-full cup of bubble tea, shoving it up his girlfriend's face as if it's committed some horrendous crime. Black little pearls were swimming around between Viktoria's eyes.

She shoves him off, offended.

"Excuse me? Dungbombs? Have you actually eaten Dungbombs?"

"Well, no, but these sure look like 'em."

Viktoria gasped.

"You did not," she glared threateningly at Fred.

"Also," his face frowned in disgust, "who—in their right mind—would put ice in tea? Barbaric is what this is!"

Viktoria's mood was getting fouler by the second. She had been excited. So incredibly excited to have Fred finally try one of her favorite drinks in the world. Her mother was a muggle, and her father a Curse Breaker—where the job came with travelling; when they had lived briefly in Thailand when she was thirteen, they couldn't get her to stop drinking bubble tea every single day.

"I can't believe you said that," she said.

"What? The truth?"

"The entire world doesn't drink tea the same way the British do, Fred!"

"Well too bad for them then! No one makes tea like Mum does."

"This is different. This is about trying something new!"

"Well, I don't want new!"

"UUUUUGRRRH."

With a loud groan, she snatched the cup being dangled in front of her face and stomped away angrily.

"HEY— Where are you going?" Fred called to her retreating back.

The good-looking pair of lovebirds were no longer a subject of longing stares as passersby dodged the now bitter-looking woman storming down the Muggle street, sipping from two cups of bubble tea simultaneously, her boyfriend running to keep up with her.

"Viktoria," Fred called out as reasonably projected as possible. They were making a scene and he knew it. He didn't mind the attention when he was being funny or when people stared at him and Viktoria hand-in-hand. He loved showing her off. Not like this though. Not when she was walking away from him.

"Viktoria," he was jogging next to her now, "slow down."

"Sod off and go drown in your Mum's tea, Fred Weasley," she growled without so much as a glance in his direction. "I hate you so much right now."

"Will you stop walking for one second?"

She brisked even faster.

"Okay, okay, I'm sor—," he dodged running into a stroller and an angry mother who chastised him. After apologizing profusely at the woman who was immediately charmed by the Weasley smile, he glanced up and saw that Viktoria was nowhere to be found.

"Shite."

Running down James Street, he paused through every alley, searching, passing by the boutiques they've previously visited earlier in the day. Skidding to a halt in front of the bubble tea shop, he entered and scanned the small space.

"Back for another already?"

The woman who had served them earlier was smiling at Fred behind the counter, "Original Bubble for your lady?"

"Uh," he was still panting, "er—no thank you, madame. I was wondering if—"

The woman laughed.

"Just one for her today then? That's a first. On her best days she can do three!" she seemed to laugh at a memory.

"Er—sorry?"

The woman shook her head in amusement, "Your little lady would swell her digestion herself if she could, only if it meant she could drink pints of these devils!" she gestured to the gallons of ready-made tea behind her. "It's a sight. She practically inhales it. I'm lactose-intolerant you see. Watching her, I live vicariously!"

The woman laughed again and pointed to a window in the corner of her shop, "Sits over on that cushion every Sunday when she's back from school."

Fred's breathing was calming down, but his heart was thumping faster.

"She nicked yours 'in't she?" she asked. "That why you're back for another?"

Eyes glued to the small corner booth by the window, Fred answered with a question, "She likes bubble tea then?"

"Likes?" the woman almost scoffed, "Darling, I could say she's a shop benefactor with the number of cuppas that girl downs! She told me once that our tea is the closest thing to those authentic ones you find in— where was that? Taiwan? Anyway—"

"Thailand," breathed Fred, and dread was closing in on him. Remorse slowly working its way to his erratic heart. "She—she lived there for a while. Told me all about the..."

The tea.

"I'll take you I swear," she told him as they walked up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, "it's almost as good as the ones in Bangkok. NOT AS AMAZING, but good enough!"

Viktoria had moved to Hogwarts when they were in their fifth year, straight from Thailand; carrying stories of her Curse Breaker father, speaking fluent Gobbledegook in Charms that made her a Flitwick favorite, and going on and on about how the school kitchens didn't have black squishy pearls swimming in cold tea...

Sighing, Fred turned to the woman who was still beaming at him.

"One Original Bubble please."

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Viktoria watched churchgoers walk past her from the bench where she sat near St. Paul's Chapel, nibbling on her straw mindlessly.

The two cups of bubble tea were long empty. Her stomach was rumbling quietly from the aggressive intake of lactose, and her foul mood dulled into a solemn ache.

She remembered when she was still back in Hogwarts a few days ago, packing for the Easter holidays. Recalling her long list of "must-dos" with Fred that she had planned out. This was their second holiday as a couple, after getting together right before Fred and George decided to drop out mid-year of their sixth. They wrote together all summer long, and she had spent the following Christmas at the Burrow.

With You-Know-Who back in the picture, nowhere was safe to spend anything these days. But a Muggle area gave a supposedly wider berth from danger. This was why the two had planned to meet her family this time, introduce Fred to her mum and dad, and bring him around Muggle London.

"She's lovely," he whispered in her ear as her mother stood up to refill all their bowls with her homemade Sheperd's Pie.

Viktoria smiled, "She is when she's full."

"Just like you then," said Fred with a smirk.

Her foot met his toe and he coughed out a sharp grunt.

"Say that again?"

"You are as lovely as your mother, my sweet," he mumbled back and gave a strained smile to her Curse Breaker father when he peered at them curiously.

"Lovely my big fat foot," Viktoria grumbled under her breath, poking the bottom of her empty cup with the straw aggressively. "Stupid, insensitive, red-headed git. Can't even pretend. Can't even try to pretend to like it. I'm supportive, aren't I? I even offer to be a guinea pig for the Wheezes. Remember when I grew a stubble because of that potion?" she was talking to her cup now, remembering being the human experiment for Magical Moustache Miracle Stubble Grow.

"AND (poke) TO THINK (poke) I WAS SO (even more aggressive poke) EXCITED!"

A straw-shaped hole peered up at her from the bottom of the cup.

"UGH, I don't even know why I'm mad!"

Someone cleared their throat gently behind her.

Huffing haughtily and knowing exactly who it was, Viktoria ignored the sound and continued to glare at the throng of Muggles walking past. She would not give in. She won't.

A long shadow loomed over her and sat on the bench, giving them a respectable amount of space in between.

The small square they were in was rumbling with activity. But there was nothing but silence in their own little bubble.

Sluuuurp.

She won't look. No. Spiting her, he is. Making fun. Always making fun—

SLUUUUUUUUUURP.

Chancing upon him at the corner of her eye, Viktoria saw Fred sipping on a cup of Original Bubble, frowning as he maneuvered his straw to catch the pearls that were swimming away.

"You don't have to do that."

Fred looked up, straw in mouth, "Well, how am I supposed to catch them then? Sneaky little gorgons—"

"No," sighed Viktoria, "I mean you don't have to drink that. I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to."

"You're not forcing me at a—"

"Cut it out, Fred."

Silence.

Children were running around nearby, feeding Pigeons with small pieces of bread from their lunch helpings. A little girl slipped. There were no tears though. She continued to roll around the pavement, shrieking with delight, to her mother's chagrin.

She heard him sigh beside her.

"I'm a git."

Silence.

"You kept going on about this all year last. Never stopped. It—it slipped my mind."

Silence.

"I'm a git and I deserve to be trolled."

Silence.

"I'm a filthy pile of dung and I subject myself to eating toadstools for the rest of my life."

"You are not eating toadstool," Viktoria glared at Fred who held his breath as she finally spoke. "I will not snog a toadstool eating wizard."

Fred's eyes turned misty, "You still wanna snog me?"

"When you're not being an absolute arse, I do."

Closing the gap between them the tiniest bit, Fred said, "I'm sorry, Viktoria."

It took a few breaths before she gave a defeated sigh, "This is stupid," she muttered. "This is stupid, I don't even know why I'm mad—"

"I do," interrupted Fred. "I know and I deserve it. I was a git. I wasn't paying attention and I was completely insensitive. You always," he was struggling, "you always feel things around you, even people. You read rooms clearly, you keep me in check. My mouth— I— I can't control it sometimes I— I say hurtful things to people I love without meaning them."

Viktoria was looking at him now, observing Fred's shameful downcasted eyes.

He blinked a couple of times before continuing, "Hermione confronted me once about it, about how the small things I say affected Ron loads. And I— I didn't want to believe her at first. Shrugged her off-quite rudely to be honest. But when I saw him play for Keeper I..."

There was a snitch-sized lump down Viktoria's throat and it was preventing any form of speech. She knew this. They had both sat down and talked about each other's flaws and hubris awhile back, after getting into a massive fight before Christmas at the Burrow. She was familiar with Fred's difficulty with words, his teasing getting too far at times. But he was good. She knew this as well. His affection coursed differently. And this was precisely why she loved him.

Words failing her, she grabbed his bubble teacup and took a long sip. His eyes held hers and she took his hand.

"Go on," she encouraged.

He took a deep breath, "Well, you know what happened. He was all over the place, Ron. Couldn't save a single Quaffle, quite unlike our matches in our backyard. George and I knew he was good. Merlin, even Ginny knew. But he wavered on the pitch. He didn't have the guts. And I had a lot to do with that."

Fred brought Viktoria's hand to his lips, "I'm doing better. You said so yourself," she gave him a teary smile, "but I— I slip and I'm sorry. I'll have more tact. I know it's the little words I overlook, and I'll work on that now. I swear I'll be more careful and— I just don't want to drive you away. You most of all."

Silently and without preamble, Viktoria stood. Fred blinked up at her, and from where she gazed, she saw the mist and remorse swimming all over his enchanting brown eyes.

"Oh, Fred Weasley," she smiled shyly down at him, brushing strands of red away from his forehead. "How'd we get so deep from just fighting about bubble tea?"

He gave a hearty guffaw, the signature Fred laughter that made her heart leap. "Because I'm a drama queen is why."

Pulling her to his lap, she settled on his chest, her head propped against his cheek.

"You're a good man, my Freddie," said Viktoria. His arms tighten around her. "You're the sweetest, most handsome, and you snog me so well."

Fred's laugh was contagious, his chest vibrating against her back. She grinned.

"And you were right. You are doing so well. I forgive you. And I'm sorry too."

She turned her head and rested it below his chin, her nose propped against his jaw, inhaling while her eyes fluttered shut. The sweet, gun-powdered scent of Fred Weasley. All bruised and perfect for her and her only.

"You know," started Fred, breaking their small silence as he stole a sip from the cup, "these aren't half bad."

Viktoria rolled her eyes, "Oh stop."

"I'm serious! I should've given them more teeth. I reckon it's all in the chew."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm. We could make something out of this for Wheezes."

"No."

"Edible Dungbombs?"

Viktoria groaned.

Unbelievable.

#by gabi #fred weasley #fred weasley x oc #harry potter fic #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #byGabi

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