#sorry for taking so long with the prompts too :(

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hiii idk if you've done this before but can u do rafe throat training shy!reader with his fingers??

such a fun prompt !! shes down bad in this.

you don't know how you'd ended up like this—curled up on rafe's lap, a whole partying happening in the background while you keep your eyes focused on your boyfriend.

rafe isn't drunk—he hasn't had nearly enough or snorted or smoked anything to get him buzzed, when he stares at you like this, you have to believe he's high on something.

blue eyes blown with lust stare at you while you look back. you can only meet rafe's gaze for a minute, maybe two, before you have to look away, face burning and skin feel hot all over.

instead you keep staring down at rafe's hand, holding two of your boyfriend's fingers in your hand, holding on tight and pressing down while you try to listen to what he's even saying.

"y'wanna go home?" rafe asks, leaning in to whisper the words in your ear. he brushes some of your hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek that makes your stomach tighten uncomfortabtly.

"we just got here rafe," you reply quietly, trying not to make it so obvious. it's a bustling party—no one's even paying attention to the two of you. even if they were, they weren't seeing anything out of place. you were always touching rafe somehow and he was always touching you. you don't even remember the last time you had been out out rafe's eyeshot at a party.

"who cares?" it's your turn to stare, looking at your boyfriend and biting your cheek.

"it's rude. you told them we'd come."

"well we're here, so, we came." rafe smirks at you and you laugh—just like that you feel a little better, some of the tension dissolving away. you're always like this—caring too much about what people think, worried about their opinion. you don't want kelce to think less of you if you make rafe leave everything early.

your grip on rafe's fingers gets tighter as even the mere thought of the idea stresses you out.

"c'mon, relax. we'll stay a little longer."

"okay. i, um- sorry." you loosen your grip but don't let go, staring down at rafe's hand while you keep playing with his fingers. curled up on his lap like this, you seem to forget there's an entire crowd a few feet away.

"stop apologizin'." rafe reminds you again, flexing his hand while he does it. his ring catches the light and glimmers, your attention once again returning to your boyfriend's pretty hands. you don't let go unless you have to, looping your fingers around his and playing with his hand.

you hear rafe laugh quietly—and though not too long ago, you would have thought he was laughing at you, you know he's not.

"right. sorry," you say quietly, and rafe drops your hand out of his quickly. two fingers come to your jaw, holding you in place to look up at him. you watch with big eyes, waiting in anticipation.

"stop apologizin'. how do i get you to remember that, huh?" his fingers move, brushing over your chin and then your lower lip. your eyes flick down at rafe's hand so close to you, and then back at him. "got some ideas, kid?"

you shake your head, but you don't need to say or do anything—rafe's always been like that. he understands you without you needing to use words. and similarly, you understand him without needed to be told.

your mouth opens, and rafe pushes in one huge finger, first just to the knuckle, then to the base. you take it, eyes getting a little watery, your mouth getting his fingers completely wet with spit. rafe pulls out, and then adds another finger. you vaguely hear him murmuring something about shutting you up, but you don't even process it.

your head feels heavy, stomach tight, another hot, uncomfortable wetness growing between your legs. you start thinking things you really shouldn't, not with so many people around, but the thoughts trickle in anyway.

you stay like that for much too long. anyone could see it—the vulgar scene infront of them with you choking on two of rafe's fingers until you don't choke anymore, cheeks wet and eyes watery, even spit on your lips and chin.

"yeah, kid. that's it. shit."

when rafe finally pulls his fingers out, it's because he hears topper and kelce somewhere behind him. you wipe your eyes and your mouth, hoping you look somewhat presentable. next to you, rafe admires his wet fingers.

his friends say something but you don't hear it. rafe turns to you, talking quietly into your ear again so you can hear him over the noise of the party and the loud music.

"you wanna go home now?"

you lean back in to reply.

"unless you just wanna do it here." rafe pulls back to stare at you, confused. "but-but up to you. you can decide. either way."

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     Y/n lost track of the time? How long had she and Changbin been going at it? Was it even still daytime? She had no clue. Almost all her senses were consumed with Changbin. He’d just come back from a trip and all he wanted was to spend time with her. Which she was just as eager to do too.

     “Binnie,” Y/n moaned as he had her back pressed against his front. Holding her tight against him as he rutted into her. 

     His head was in the crook of her neck and his bunny ears were in her line of sight as they extended from his head. She grabbed onto his wrists as his fat tip hit her g-spot. Already sensitive from how long they’ve been fucking— even if she lost track of it. Her brain was almost pudding at this point as Changbin fucked into her. A few more thrusts from him had her tipping over the edge again, shaking as she damn near screamed from pleasure. Changbin held her close so she didn’t fall forward as she rode out her high. Finally letting go of his in during hers. Burning himself inside her for the umpteenth.

     Gently he laid her down on their bed after he came down. Y/n barely caught her breath as he turned her around and pampered kisses along her chest

     “One more, please princess,” Changbin begged as his hips rolled against her slowly.

     “We've been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!” Y/n asked, tired from however many previous rounds they had gone at. She knew what she was getting into when the bunny hybrid asked her out.

     “Sorry princess,” Changbin kissed her shoulder, “It’s instinct. Can’t help it.”

     “I know bunny,” Y/n caught her breath and rubbed his head between his ears, catching a whimper from him, “Can we take a break, please?”

    “Yeah,” Changbin nodded and pecked her lips, “Get you some water.”

    “Thank you bunny,” Y/n smiled as he gently pulled out.

     Y/n watched as he hurried out of their room and came back with two of their bigger water bottles. “Mm, smart bunny.” She praised him as he sat them down and helped her sit up.

    “Don’t praise me, I’ll fuck you again.” Changbin teased and helped her drink the water.

    Y/n just smiled and drank her water as he rubbed her back. He laid her back on the bed, sat her water down, and took a swing of his before laying down next to her. He pulled her on top of him and rubbed her back.

     “I love you,” Y/n muttered as her exhaustion was catching up to her

     “I love you too.” Changbin kissed the top of her head

     “Go more after nap,” Y/n sighed as he settled against him.

     “Alright. Take a nap, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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remember this

Din Djarin x gn!reader | 837 words | masterlist | ao3

prompt: last kiss -- Din kisses you.

a/n: This is for @janaispunk's 1500 kisses challenge! Jana gave me the banner and the prompt 'last kiss' and ouch, this one hurt. Thank you to @katareyoudrilling for looking over it it, as always 🧡

The tags/warnings spoil it a bit, just a heads up if that matters to you.

tags/warnings: kissing, angst, space battle mentioned, ambiguous ending (possible character death)

...

There’s a battle being fought above you as you and Din run together towards the Crest. Ships of all different shapes and sizes scream as they zip overhead and the sound of phaser fire makes you duck more than once. You wince as one smaller ship takes a hit and goes careening off into the desert, crashing out of sight behind a rocky outcropping. 

“Din! Wait,” you catch his hand just as he taps something on his vambrace to lower the ramp. “We need to wait for Greef–”

But he’s shaking his head. “You go with Karga. I’ll make sure you can take off safely.”

You stop short, hand tightening around his as every part of you rejects the idea of separating from him for even a moment. Your head starts to shake back and forth before you respond. “Din, no, I won’t–”

“Cyar’ika–”

“I won’t leave you.” You say it as firmly as you can, lacing your fingers through his. You don’t have time for this, neither of you do, not when he needs to be in the air half an hour ago, not when he needs to get up there and help. 

Din turns towards you and takes your other hand, holding them both between you. “Cyar’ika. Listen to me.” You shake your head but he pulls you closer until your forehead touches his helmet gently. “Please. Karga is going to get you out, to Grogu. You have to go with him and pick up our son, keep him away from this. I will make sure you can do that.”

You don’t like the sound of that. You don’t like the way it’s starting to sound like goodbye. You don’t like that this is the first time Din has referred to his son as yours, too.

“I won’t, Din. We need you with us, too.”

For a moment neither of you speak. Din drops your hands and lifts his head, and you make a noise of protest that dies in your throat when you see what he’s doing.

He’s taking his helmet off.

You close your eyes, panicked, and begin to ramble. “What are you doing? Anyone could see– Din, no–”

“Hey,” his unmodulated voice stops you in your tracks. “Hey, c’mere.” He tugs you forward with a soft grip on your forearm, gently pulling your hand away from your face. “Cyar’ika. Open your eyes. Please.”

“Din–”

“Trust me. Please.”

His voice is so calm, so certain, you can only do as he asks. You open your eyes slowly to find the face of the man you love looking back at you, so long awaited, so beloved even though you’d believed you’d never get to see it.

He’s even more handsome than you imagined.

“Din,” you breathe, not a protest this time, but a gasp, full of wonder, eyes dancing over his features. His eyes, so warm, and he has a mustache, which makes you smile. He smiles back at you, and you feel tears well up in your eyes.

His right hand comes up to cup your face. “Hi there,” he murmurs. “Cyar’ika, listen to me. Go with Karga. He’ll keep you safe. He’ll take you to Grogu.” You shake your head again, once, but he stops you with his hand on your cheek. “I will follow. I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”

You wonder if you’re imagining the hesitance in his voice, for that last promise.

“Din–” this time he cuts off your protest in the only way guaranteed to stop you from stubbornly refusing to be parted from him.

He leans forward and presses his lips to yours. Your mind stumbles, spins, thrown by the sensation you’ve only dreamed of before this moment. His lips are soft but firm, warm and so much like him. You open your mouth to him and briefly sink into the long-desired feeling of kissing the man you love for the first time.

All too soon, he breaks the kiss.

“I’m sorry, cyar’ika,” Din murmurs against your lips, already pulling away from you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you more than this, I’m sorry you had to wait so long.” He presses forward for one last kiss. “Remember this, alright? Remember this feeling.”

He steps backwards out of your arms and his hand slips from your cheek. You’re frozen, staring in disbelief with your arm outstretched, reaching for him as he turns from you and tugs his helmet back on. Before your brain comes back online he’s already inside with the ramp shut.

Your lips are still tingling, but as much as you wonder if you’ll ever feel anything but his kiss ever again, it isn’t the last thing you feel. It’s the wind that kicks up as his ship lifts off, whipping around you and throwing dust into the air.

The last thing you see is the explosion that blooms across the night sky, the last thing you hear is your own scream as you fall to your knees in the sandy soil.

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a/n: Who am I? Writing angst? It’s Jana’s fault. I’ll let you decide if he’s coming back.

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.7 K Warnings: Angst (like pretty much every chapter so far). ♡THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT ♡: fingering, masturbati*n, Soft!Sirius, dirty dreams, Needy!Remus. Consent is Sexy! Prompt: The moon is so close and Rem can't control his isnticts as much as he'd wish. And so, he gives into his desires (sort of). This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it

Chapter 51: Some Guys Have all the Luck

♡ SMUT BELOW ♡

“You think Remus’ll be alright?” You asked as you lay on the bed, looking up at James’ fancy mouldings.  

Sirius sighed. “Yeah, the Moon is tomorrow and we had a bit of an argument earlier…” 

You leaned on your elbow and turned to him, “Wait really, about what?” 

“Nothing relevant, just– it was stupid, but I think that’s why he skipped the cuddles today.” 

“Pair of idiots,” you said as you pulled onto his hair. 

“Oi!” he complained, and then smiled devilishly, you knew he was going to kiss you even before he leaned closer and pressed his mouth to yours. It was meant to be a short kiss, but you parted your mouth and sucked on his lip in a way you knew he loved and he couldn’t pull apart. 

Sirius placed his hands on either side of you and slid one of them under your shirt as you kissed. It was nothing he hadn’t done before, but it felt different now, since you knew how far you were both willing to take it. 

“May I make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier?” he whispered into your mouth. 

You smiled and pressed another kiss to his mouth in response, seconds later, Sirius traced his hand down your stomach, and further down, slipping his hand under the hem of your pyjama pants and pinching the side of your leg. You bit his lip in retort and he smiled at your eagerness. 

He was slow, slower now than in the fae pool as he traced your slit, just on the outside of your knickers until he dug in. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered, more to himself than to you and then brought his hand up to his face and sniffed, his finger almost brushing his lips. You swallowed at the sight, you wanted to tease him for it, but it had been one of the hottest things you had ever seen him do. 

He dug his hand back in and started to roll his fingers in the way he had learned you liked and he had you sighing and panting while you bit your lip, trying not to make too much noise. That was when the door slammed open. 

Remus had gone up to the room to change into something more comfortable for the night, and the last thing he was expecting was to find you and Sirius making out on the bed. On the same fucking bed he had slept last night and would probably sleep on the next. “Sorry,” he said as he spotted you and averted his gaze, not without realising where Sirius’ hand had been. He tried not to think too much about it. Not about Sirius stating you had been amazing and incredible and fantastic and everything great because then, he would have jumped in the bed right in between the two of you. “I- ugh… just came to get some clothes,” he added, rushing towards his trunk and taking the first thing he found before. 

You gave Sirius a look and nodded for him to go speak to Remus. He shook his head and pressed a finger to your folds. Remus was still in the fucking room. You threw him a stern look and pouted. “Go,” you mouthed. 

Sirius made a bit of an exaggerated expression but took his hand from your pants and stood from the bed. 

“Hey Moons, can we talk?” he asked as he pressed his hand on the boy’s shoulder. By now you had turned around and placed a pillow over your head trying to hide the mortifying embarrassment that consumed you. 

“What?” Remus asked, voice a tone higher, he didn’t miss the glistening on Sirius’ other hand, but the hardest thing to ignore was the smell. Fucking hell, they smell like sin. Remus would have gone to hell to be able to bask in it. It was obvious what you had been doing and he was –for a second time that day– wishing he had borrowed James’ cloak, to at least be able to watch. 

I’m a terrible friend, he thought. But Sirius looked genuinely concerned, and it was that honest look in his beautiful eyes that brought him back to reality. “I’m sorry,” Sirius said and bit his lip, leaning closer to Moony. “I was a bit of an ass, I was very excited but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have told you about all those,” his lips almost brushed on Moony’s cheek, “details.” 

Sirius was having an internal turmoil of his own, Remus looked so handsome with his casual band shirt and tousled hair, his lips were pink as if he had bitten them and he wanted to kiss them in the same way he had kissed you. He had leaned into him on purpose, he wanted to feel him, which is why his hand was on his shoulder, and he’d wanted to smell him too. He always smelled as delightful as you did, of course, he felt like shit for it.

He had quite literally been making out with you, fingers touching you and it had been so thrilling and then new, lewd thoughts had invaded his mind, but they didn’t include you. Not only you at least. He might have been the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth. Perhaps that’s how his father had been to his mother and that’s why they resented each other so much, perhaps he had also been thinking of someone else, or fantasising about things that weren’t meant to be, ever. 

“It’s okay, we got over that, Pads.” 

“But you– you skipped cuddles and–” 

“Because of my throat,” Remus lied, trying to ignore the bulge forming in his pants and the slight tent on Sirius’ from whatever the hell you had been up to –he did not want to think about it in specifics. Resisting the bIoody temptation to take Sirius’ hands and smell what he’d been doing, to lick the shine away. He held the blush creeping up his cheek at the mere idea of it. “I’m… uh” –he hesitated– “I’m gonna go,” he added, bunched up the clothes in his hands and walked towards the exit. “Good night, Little Witch!” 

“Night Rem,” you said, still under the pillow. 

Sirius was quick to walk back to the bed, “Sorry about–” 

“Next time we spell shut that door,” you said, voice muffled by the sheets under your face. Sirius pressed a tender kiss to your hair and started to rub your back in soft circles, he knew you must have been embarrassed. 

“It was just Moony, he’s seen us do worse–” 

“He has not,” you said, cheeks burning. “He must have been so shocked, damn it.” 

“Well, I mean, It’s only natural–” You shoved him and he laughed, pressing another kiss to your hair. 

You let out a long sigh and then turned to him,  lifting the pillow and leaning your head on it instead, “Hold up, did you wash your hand?” 

“Why would I, it smells great.” 

Remus would have agreed. 

“Ugh… Puppy,” you said with a disgusted expression. He pouted and brought it into his mouth, this time sucking on his fingers in the most lewd way you had ever seen, your eyes went wide before you hit his shoulder. “Such a dog!” 

“They’re clean now, though,” he said as he showed both fingers and moved them for you to see.

You scoffed wryly and hit him again, he only laughed, pressed a short kiss to your lips, and then another one, and then one more until your disgruntled expression was gone. Stupid Sirius Black, he could be so bIoody sweet if he wanted to. And he knew. 

“Veux-tu me câliner, Étoile?” He asked, voice soft, his eyes filled with mirth as if he knew you wouldn’t refuse. 

You sighed. “Sirius,” you smiled. 

“S’il te plaît?”

You scoffed and leaned in close to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning your head on his chest, he pulled you closer when he had the chance, and leaned into your ear, “We’ll finish what we started earlier on a different day,” he promised. 

“Shh,” you said in return, still worried someone might get in. That Remus would get in again. The things he’ll think of us, the images stuck in his head, you thought, still distressed. 

And images in his head there were. He was trying to think of anything else, anything that would drag his thoughts away from what he’d seen, away from what Sirius had told him, away from his sheen-coated fingers, but it all kept coming back to him. 

Sleep, he had to sleep. That would surely make him forget. He went to get one of the sleeping potions that Pomfrey had given him and took a few sips before throwing himself on the bed and hiding his face with the pillow. The potion, thankfully worked its magic on him and he was asleep sooner than later, thoughts gone, and mind blank. 

Until it wasn’t. Remus didn’t dream very often, his sleep deprivation often stopped him from getting his needed rest and when he dreamed, it was mostly after the moon when he was doped with sleep meds. He didn’t think of that when he downed the potion, he only wanted to get his mind off things in that instant. 

And he didn’t have those kinds of dreams often either. Sure, he’d had a lot of them back in 3rd and 4rth year when he was figuring himself out, and sure he had been horrified by some of them when he woke up until he accepted who he was and what he liked. But he didn’t have those as much anymore. Of course, they’d have to come back that day. 

In his dream, the two of you had invited him to the fae pool, you had told him he had to see the colours and then Sirius had proposed for the three of you to get in. That’s when things got lewd. Both you and Sirius stripped and threw yourselves into the water. Kissing each other and then kissing him. It had been so real, he could feel your bodies against his, he could feel your wet kisses on his mouth and lips. He woke up in a heap of sweat and groaned when he realised how hard he was. 

“Fuck,” he said and turned to look at his pants. Feeling mortified over having sexualised his two best friends like that. What would you even think of him if you found out? Would you stop talking to him, would you tell him how much of a pervert he was? 

Fucking Sirius, he had put all those images on his head and things were only getting worse. Walking, he thought, a little bit of walking might take my mind off things. Or a book, I could get that book I left in the living room. Remus took a deep breath, adjusted his tight trousers as best as he could and quietly walked down the stairs. He walked from the living room towards the kitchen, and then to the entrance hall. It was the longest aisle that was also the furthest from the house so he started pacing there. 

Long strides, from the door to the archway that led into the living room and then back. He was thinking about homework and about things he had to study and about anything he could think of that wasn’t you and Sirius. But of course, you always went back to his mind. Either on the Fae Pool, which he had a very clear image on his head by now, or on the bed, with Sirius’ hand digging under your pants and touching you. 

Fuck… fuck.. fuck! Remus couldn’t get the godricdamned smell off his head. It was as if it was fucking there. As if you were fucking there. It was probably because of the moon, his senses were always a mess when the moon was so close and it was proving to be a real fucking nightmare to try and fight against the urges of the wolf. 

Hold up, he couldn’t get the smell off his nose either. He looked around, searching on the corners of the room trying to locate the source of the smell, his eyes finally locked to his coat. 

“My coat?” he wondered as he approached the offending item. He took in his hands and leaned in. “Fuck!”

He quickly remembered Sirius had taken his coat when he left, but it smelled heavily like you. All of it, it was saturated with your smell. It was as if you were there with him, both of you since it still smelled like Sirius. But your smell was much more prominent. He couldn’t understand why until he felt the trace of magic, a drying spell. 

She wore it when wet. FUCK, SHE WORE IT WHEN WET!

The image now solidified in his mind wasn’t helping his case, you wearing his coat, and nothing other than his coat sent another rush of bIood down. He sniffed the coat, burying his head inside of it when he felt his cheeks burn. Lust? Embarrassment? Shame? What was the difference at this point? Moony wouldn’t care. 

Sirius, behind you, placing the coat on you, lightly brushing his fingers on your shoulder before allowing it to wrap around you. Your nipples hard from the cold air after being in such a warm pool brushing against the rough fabric. Sirius looking flushed, his hair still wet and cascading down his bare shoulders. It was an absolute visage. 

Remus felt his pants tightening even more. He knew then that there would be no other way out of this other than through. Perhaps if he used those images now, they’d lose the power they had over him, and then he would get over the stupid crush that kept gnawing at him. He bit his lips in shame as he reached down with one of his hands, gently unlacing the bow on his chequered sleep pants before digging his hand inside. 

He groaned when he felt how hard he’d gotten with the mere imagery of you and Sirius. He hid his shame-filled face on the coat and smelled again, allowing the scents to enrapture him as he patted himself, lightly, teasingly, a soft and much-needed release to his struggle. When he wrapped his hand around his cock, he bit his lip even sharper to hold back a groan, using his other hand to push part of the coat into his face in an attempt to muffle the sound. He moved his hand over his boxers, tracing himself softly until he grew tired and desperate and dug his hand behind the elastic. 

He was painfully hard. And he almost flinched when he felt his hand wrap around himself. He then remembered yours, how much softer it was, how much smaller, he imagined it was you and not him the one touching him, he pretended his scars were your fading broom marks and that it was your thumb brushing against his tip in the way he liked it instead of his. 

He imagined the coat was your shoulder, and that Sirius was just behind the two of you, pressing gentle kisses to his temple and hair as he praised the muffled sounds Remus was trying to hide. He remembered the way your bodies felt pressed into his. Back in the snow day, and when you cuddled, how one was soft, and gentle, and the other toned and strong. Sirius’ smile, Sirius’ hair, your hair, your lips, he had kissed your lips, what a lovely taste they had held. Sirius’ kiss, much longer ago, much shorter than the one he’d given you, but just as present in his mind. 

Remus completely lost himself on the thought of you as he stroked, becoming number and dumber to the world outside of him. So enraptured in what he imagined you sounded like, that he completely missed the quiet steps coming down the stairs. 

You had woken up a few minutes ago, the fact that Remus had refused cuddles still nagging you. You laid there, looking up at the mouldings again while you heard James’ light snoring and Sirius’ soft and warm breath. Something was missing. 

Remus was missing. 

It was his soft breath, his warm hands, the pleased smile he sometimes had while he was sleeping. You had gotten so fucking used to it these past few days, they had been the reassuring sounds and sights that tied you back to reality and away from Christmas, and you missed it, and you felt ridiculous over the fact that you did. You couldn’t depend on him, he was your best friend but he was also only your best friend. He didn’t owe anything to you, let alone to be the comforting figure whenever you felt triggered or had a sad memory. 

It wasn’t his duty to deal with your problems, it was no one’s obligation. You’d have to learn to deal with your own shit, not become so attached to your friends that you become dysfunctional without them. You were sure Remus would eventually find someone who liked him, who loved him, truly did. And then what would be of you? 

No matter how much you loved him, you couldn’t afford to hinge on him the way you had so far, you couldn’t hinge on anyone like that. You had never done it, and you wouldn’t start to crumble apart and do it now that things got harder. If you had to deal with it on your own, then you’d find a way. At least you were good with that.

“You okay?” Sirius asked when he noticed the stirring on the bed. Eyes closed and hand searching for you. 

“Yeah,” you said softly, placing your hand on his head and brushing his curls behind his ear, enjoying the softness of his features underneath your thumbs. “Just thirsty.” 

“Want me to come down with you?” 

“No, don’t worry, Luv,” you said. “I’ll just get some water and come back,” you added and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He smiled when he felt your lips on his face and kept that smile even as you slid off the bed and looked for a pair of shoes. 

You were quick and quiet as you walked down the stairs, walking straight to the kitchen and serving yourself a simple glass of water. You had just brought it to your lips when you heard a strained sound. You frowned and placed the water back on the table, paying close attention to the sounds. You heard it again, and then something close to a sob. 

Remus! You thought as you looked around worried. Is he crying? you wondered. He had been there for you every single time, you weren’t about to go back and ignore it completely. You weren’t sure where he was, but decided to be quiet as you looked for him, since you didn’t want to scare him off before you got close enough to wrap your arms around him and comfort him. 

The sounds were soft and almost imperceptible, as if was using something to muffle his sobs. Not in the living room, definitely not in the kitchen. You were so worried for him that you didn’t even realise that he wasn’t crying while you followed the sounds. Finally, you found where he was. When you spotted him he was hunched against the coat rack, right next to the door, head buried in his coat. 

You took a step forward, ready to embrace him when you heard something that sounded nothing like a sob, and everything like a moan. Your eyes went wide, and your breath hitched in your throat. Another moan, and then a grunt. You stared, one of his hands was holding the coat to his face, the other one… the other one was moving, quite fast. You turned around in an instant, cheeks burning as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to delete the image of Remus jerking off from your brain. 

Ragged breaths, panting, moaning, how the hell had you confused that with sobbing and tears? You felt like an intruder, interfering with his private moment. Although he had done it in the fucking entrance hall, what the fuck was he thinking? 

You decided not to question his actions and after gulping, you started with slow, quiet steps towards the stairs. Much quieter now than you had been before since you knew he had exceptional hearing. 

I shouldn’t be listening to this, I shouldn’t be listening to this, you thought. 

Remus, still wrapped up in his mind, hadn’t even heard a thing, not your hitched breath nor your stumbling while you tried to get out. He was still in the fae pool, his head buried in your hair and now Sirius’ hand around his cock. 

What a wondrous thing the mind can be, not even his dream had been as lively as his imagination was proving to be at the moment. “Fuck,” he whispered when he felt he was close, you had just pressed a kiss to his neck. Sirius’ hand movements had become much faster as he fucked into it, now hip thrusts meeting with hand strokes. 

And then he felt it, the rush of adrenaline surging through him. “Sirius,” he whispered, soft, but clear as water. His mind now brought him back to the real world as he realised the kisses weren’t real and the smell that felt so vivid came only from the coat. What a sublime and yet wretched thing had that coat become in a matter of minutes. It had gone from his two best friends, to a simple coat, and then one stained in his cum, he hadn’t even had enough time to catch it with his hand.

What? you thought as you turned back to the door. Did I imagine that? you wondered, but the ragged breath, the soft sound of Remus’ voice, it hadn’t been strained, it wasn’t debatable whether he had said  Cyprus or Sirius. It had been fucking evident, clean cut and obvious. Painfully so. 

Remus Lupin had cum on his hand while thinking of Sirius Black. Your boyfriend Sirius Black.

There was another course, and then Remus’ soft voice again, “Evanesco.” 

You swallowed and ran towards the bathroom, closing the door as quietly as possible and then locking yourself inside. You sat on the toilet seat and ran your hands through your hair. Maybe he had said Cyprus. Maybe it was a different Sirius. 

But sweeter lies couldn’t have been told, it was obvious. It had been obvious for a while but you had been blind to it. Blinded by the love we have for our friends, you remembered, it had been Remus the one to tell you that. 

But it really had been there all along, the way he looked at Sirius sometimes, a look that you’d found interesting but weren’t sure why. The way he talked about him, the way his hands would linger on Sirius’ the way he seemed to always be around. How he had looked at Sirius back at the Halloween party, how he had run away the minute Sirius had licked his face. 

How he had gone straight to Alice and kissed his sorrows away, and you, you had been kissing Sirius too, displaying all the love and affection you felt to each other for his torment. No wonder Moony was often angry, no wonder he sometimes stepped away from you and Sirius. 

No fucking wonder, he hadn’t cuddled with Vixen and Pads that night. If Sirius told him– if he guessed, what had happened in the fae pool… You let out a soft, defeated breath. You had been displaying your affection for Sirius, waving it like a flag in the air while your best friend was deeply in love with him.

Fuck he saw us in the room too, you thought then, Sirius kissing you, his hand deep in your pants, and then he went and talked to Moony, touched Moony. Such an unbound cruelty you had committed against your best friend!  Of course, you hadn’t known, and you would have never done it on purpose if you did. But even in your nescience, even in your blindness, you had done it, you had hurt him, and ignorance was no excuse. 

How many times? You wondered, how many times had Remus been forced to see you kissing Sirius? Forced to see you all over each other, perched on his lap, playing with his hair, kissing his face. How many times had you talked to him about Sirius? 

How many times have I made him suffer?

Because, was there anything else he could do? Just sit and watch, in silence. Suddenly you realised, when he told you he liked both men and women and you had thought that he seemed to want to say more, perhaps he was about to confess his feelings for Sirius. You gulped, he had seen you cry, he had seen your red-rimmed eyes, and he had decided to shut up, to swallow his feelings instead of admitting them. For your sake. 

What an extraordinary friend you had, and what a dreadful one you were.

How long had it been since he fell in love with Sirius? How long did he have to suffer being into him? Sirius who went on dates and was known for being a player. The Sirius you hadn’t met but you had heard about from whispers in the halls. The Sirius people talked about when they made bets about the duration of your relationship. 

Secrets, Remus had so many of those, how wrong had you been when you thought you already knew them all...

You silently squeezed your hand on your arm as you reprimanded yourself for being such a terrible friend. What were you to do now? Stop kissing Sirius in public? With what fucking explanation? Sirius loved PDA, the entire world knew it. Perhaps you had to talk to Remus instead, but then again, how would you even go about it? 

‘Hey, I saw you jerking off while thinking of my boyfriend, wanna talk about it?’

You sighed again, defeated, so sure you wouldn’t find a solution, and your mind drifted to Sirius. There is no way he knows, right? 

You were certain he had no idea Moony was bi and if he didn’t know that, then there was no way he knew of the feelings Remus harboured for him, and there was no way to make him understand the dire situation you were both in. Oblivious to the pain you had caused to Remus. Oblivious to the one you continued to infringe. 

You couldn’t even blame Remus for falling in love, you had done the same, you understood him perfectly and it only made you feel worse, that you had been the chosen one and not him. What you’d give to bear his heartache, with everything he had done for you, it was the least he deserved. 

And there was Sirius, always touchy, always soft, always happy to be around Moony, always happy to cuddle him and play with him and touch him, the lingering hands never seen as something bad, the stares met with smiles and games. The concessions he had given him, both for you and for himself. You were sure he wouldn’t allow any other boy to be close to you as he did with Remus, at least not in the same way you were close. 

Wait a minute.

Special concessions: the jumpers, the looks, the touching… what if Sirius-?

There was a soft knocking on the door. “Starshine, are you there?” 

“Sirius? What are you doing here?” 

“I thought something might’ve happened to you, you said you came for water but it’s been a while.” 

“Oh.” Of course, he asked if you wanted him to come along. “Yeah, no. Everything’s fine, I just– girl stuff,” you improvised. 

There was a moment of silence. “Is there anything I can do for you?” 

You stood up and flushed the bathroom, washing your hands and face before stepping out, “Don’t worry about it,” you said as you flashed him a smile. 

He placed his arm around you and the two of you walked back to the room, James still slept like a rock. 

Friday, January 7th, 1977 - Full Moon

Effie and Monty had already left, and they’d be back in the morning with potions for Remus. You’d left Sirius sleeping and James had gone for a very early flight. You joined him when you realised he was gone and tried to fly fast enough to leave your thoughts behind.

It didn’t work, the images of last night would come back to your head every now and then, and you were left speeding so fast it was almost unsafe. James didn’t know of what’d happened last night, but that didn’t mean he didn’t notice your change in demeanour, he just assumed it had to do with the Christmas Party rather than with anything going on in his house.

“Hey! Wait up!” He said as he tried to catch up with you. “You’re going too fast, you’ll lose control.” 

You turned to him with a confused glance and then started to slow down, so fast that James went on a few metres until he realised you had stopped. He turned around and flew your way. He wanted to ask you if you were all right, but he’d already seen –more than once– how you’d clam up after either one of them even referred to what happened at the party, or to your wand problem or to anything even remotely close to it, and today was a beautiful day, he didn’t want to ruin it by being intrusive. 

“Race you home, yeah?” he said instead. 

You smirked at that and nodded, “You’re on.” 

Racing was good, you rarely backed down from a fight, let alone from a game like that. James knew you well enough and he was using that to his advantage, he was aware it’d help you get your mind off whatever was troubling it, and he was determined to help, even if it was by aiding you in the stubborn evasion of your own feelings. 

You were both at the same invisible starting line, looking at each other attentively. “Three…” he started.

“Two…” 

“One, GO!” he said almost a little too fast and took off. 

“Hey, that’s cheating!” you complained with a laugh. 

“You would have caught up with me anyway,” James shouted from a couple of metres ahead as he turned to look at you and then. “Just takin’ a headstart for it to be a more fair race.” 

“It’s still cheating!” You laughed again and leaned over your broom a little, close enough so your own body would cut like a dart through the air instead of offering resistance. You caught up with him in seconds. He looked at you flying next to him and scoffed. He’d expected to at least last a little bit longer in the first place. “Maybe you were right.” 

James scoffed at your cocky words and leaned down on his broom in the same way you had done, trailing next to you, behind by no more than half a metre. “It’s unfair how fast you are!” 

“It’s because I’m smaller, Prongsie, those big shoulders don’t help you all that much!” 

“Lily likes them, though.” 

You laughed at that and picked up some more speed, breaking just before you crashed head-first into one of his windows. 

“That’s bIoody insane!” Sirius said as opened the window to look at James almost crashing face-first onto him. “Don’t fucking injure my girlfriend with your games, Prongs!” 

“There’s a higher chance he gets injured than me,” you said with a laugh from above and flew towards the window. “Sleep well?”

Sirius leaned his elbows on the window sill and then his chin on his hand, he looked very much like a princess from a book. “Not as well as when you were here,” he said with an exaggerated pout.

“Ugh, please!!” James complained. 

You smiled and leaned back on the broom a little. “Hey Prongsie, come over here, will you?” He did as told, you instantly leaned towards him. “What do you see over there?” you whispered as you pointed towards your boyfriend. 

“A twat,” he responded with a shit-eating smirk. Loud enough for Sirius to hear. 

“Oi!” Sirius complained. 

“I mean besides that,” you said with a similar smirk, Sirius looked at you as if he had been betrayed. “I mean, imagine if Sirius had slightly longer hair, golden, letting it fall to the window down to the floor.” 

James cackled after that, the picture so clear and vivid on his head it might as well have been painted, “Like Rapunzel?” 

You nodded and bit your lip, Sirius hadn’t heard, but he looked agitated as the two of you laughed, enough for him to stop leaning so casually on the window, and placing both hands on the sill to lean on them with a slightly bothered scoff. 

“Hey Rapunzel, let down your beautiful hair!” James teased. 

You laughed outwardly at that, Sirius was pouting now, he looked beyond adorable. 

That’s when you remembered another certain lady who used to linger by her window. You smiled, and cleared your throat “But soft what light through the yonder window breaks. It is the east and Sirius is the sun.” 

He gave you an exasperated look.

You bit your lip as you tried to hold a smile. “Arise, fair sun, and kiIl the envious moon.” 

You had not realised it, but Remus was just behind Sirius, witnessing the entire play. The envious moon, it certainly fits me, he thought, almost bitterly. 

“Oh, it is my love, see how he leans his cheek upon that hand. How I wish I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek.” 

“Oh, please,” Sirius said exasperated, although he was smiling now as if your theatre was as diverting as bothersome. 

“He speaks!” you said exaggeratedly as you turned to James wide-eyed, and then back at Sirius. “Oh, speak again, bright angel” 

“Are you done?” 

“O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” You continued, leaning closer to him. 

“That? Never!” Sirius said as he leaned a little closer to the window. “Come, fair maiden.” 

“Oh for fucks sake, he’s joined her,” James muttered under his breath as he watched the entire scene unfold. 

“Stony limits cannot hold love out,” you said as you flew closer to Sirius, a smile on your face, your nose was brushing against his and you had to bite your lips from the stupid lovesick smile you were withholding. 

Sirius laughed, and placed both of his hands around your face, “What satisfaction can I offer you, Étoile?” 

Did Sirius even read Romeo and Juliet? You wondered as you thought of your next line, “The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine… If my heart's dear love—” 

Sirius kissed you, interrupting your ramblings by dragging you towards him. James rolled his eyes from the side. “Oh, blessed, blessed night, I am afraid. Being it night, all this is but a dream…” you said in between a kiss. Dawn had come mere hours ago, your words made almost no sense, but you barely cared.

“Too flattering-sweet to be substantial,” Remus finished. You pulled from the kiss and stared at him. You paled. How long had he been there? How much of your silly game had he seen? 

“Remus, you’re awake.” You said. Sirius, oblivious as he was from what you’d seen last night, turned to Moony with a smile as bright as the star that carried his name. 

“Morning, Moons,” he said. 

Moony took a deep breath, it was a second, almost a flicker of it, but there was a sadness so deep you could almost feel the pang in your own heart. You faltered at it, feeling equally sorrowful. He then smiled, “Morning, Juliet,” he joked, and then turned to you with a soft nod, “Romeo.” 

“Juliet?” Sirius asked, confused, and turned to you. “Who’s Juliet?” 

“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet,” Remus replied. 

“It’s… uh–” you started.

“Doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee take all myself,” Remus added while looking straight at Sirius. You faltered again. 

Sirius had pulled back just a second, but he was looking into Remus’ eyes so deeply, and so enchanted by them, that you felt like an intruder. Like Romeo and Juliet had found each other and you were nothing more than a Paris or a Rosalind. You were so lost in your thoughts, that you flew to the side, and your boom got caught in a vine, making you lose balance and fall a couple of metres down to the bushes. 

“Vixen!” James said as he sped down, trying to catch you, but by the time he reached you, you were already in between the bushes. They had mostly broken your fall.

The loud thud was enough to break the trance of the boys and they had both leaned over the window to check on you, you heard them both calling, each using their own nickname for you. 

“Hey,” you said with an apologetic smile. Both Remus and Sirius looked mortified, James, who had seen you were all right, was just shaking his head in a disapproving manner. 

“Does Romeo fall off the Balcony at any point?” James asked you with a diverted smile. You stuck out your tongue at him. 

“Who the hell is Romeo?” Sirius asked, confused. 

“Shakespeare, mate! You live under a rock?” James replied, feeling entitled. He had only known about Romeo and Juliet because Lily had been telling him about the Shakespeare collection she had gotten Mary for Christmas on the train.

“Muggle?” Sirius asked, turning to Remus. 

“Oh, very,” he replied.

“Not all of it, Midsummer Night’s Dream has fairies.” 

“Are they as delightful as you are, Tinkerbell?” Sirius teased.

You rolled off the bushes and to the side, hiding your entire face in the snow and groaning. That nickname was your own fault, you had suggested Remus to read Peter Pan aloud and Sirius wouldn’t stop comparing you to her. “They’re equally obdurate!” he’d said, to Remus’ amusement. 

“You’ll get cold,” James said as he pulled you from the snow. 

“I don’t care,” you replied, turning to him with a pout, one of your cheeks still buried in the snow. “It’s actually good for your muscles.”

“Yeah sure,” James said as he pulled you up and turned to the window, “See you in the dining room?” 

“We’ll be down in a second,” Sirius said. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Little Witch?” Remus asked, leaning his head over the window while Sirius removed his nightshirt to change into something else. 

You looked up at him too and placed your hand over your eyes, the day had gotten so bright you could barely look at him straight.

“Like softest music to attending ears!” You replied dramatically. 

Sirius leaned over his shoulder, shirtless with a confused face and you gave him a thumbs up, not missing the nervous look Moony threw his way as their bodies came into contact with each other. You looked down from that, remembering what had happened the previous night with a small frown. 

“Come on,” James said as he pulled you by the shoulder. “Mum must have something for falls on her potions cabinet.” 

“I’ve had much worse.” 

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt still,” James said with an all-knowing raise of the eyebrows. 

As you walked inside, you spotted Remus’ coat still in the hanger and instantly drove your sight to the other side. The elves had already placed breakfast on the table by the time you got to the room, and you went straight to take a seat while James went over the cupboard behind you and looked through the many potions their parents had brewed. 

You were resting your head on the table as you waited for the other boys to arrive. 

“Shadowshade?” James asked. 

“That’s for sunburns.” 

“Harmony Haze?” 

“Isn’t… isn’t that for singing better?” you asked as you turned to look at him, he shrugged in response and placed the potion back on the spot.

“Veil of Vigour?” 

You looked at him with your eyes wide open and stood up next to him, “Are you sure?” 

“That’s what it says, why?” He turned the label towards your face.

You leaned over his shoulder and whispered what that potion did to men.

“Shut up!” he said as he gasped. “Dad’s not that old!” 

“Maybe it’s for a friend?” you said with a shrug. James was still trying to process the information when you pointed to one of the others.

“That’s Skele-Gro,” he said. He took a small vial with green liquid and held it up to you, “Calming draught?” 

“No,” you said as you shook your head.  “That stuff knocks me out.” 

You pointed at one, “What does it say there?” 

James was better at deciphering his dad’s handwriting than you were. “Ce–“ he started. “Celestial Soothe.” He pulled it out from the cupboard in a second. “This is great actually,” he said as he walked towards the table and served about a quarter of a glass of water, “Dad used to give it to me when I was learning how to fly,” he took the dropper and trew around 8 drops on the glass. “It would take the pain away almost instantly.” 

“You fell a lot?” you teased as you took the glass he had in his hands and took a gulp. 

“You better sit down,” he said as he pulled a chair, you almost instantly relaxed onto it. “I was always trying to do stupid tricks so yes.” 

You laughed and took another drink, not only were you now a lot more relaxed, but the soreness from the fall was completely gone, not that it had been very painful, “Oh, wow.”

“Yeah,” James replied with a knowing smile as he sat down.  

Sirius and Remus came down the stairs seconds later, “Hey boys!” you said. Sirius walked straight towards you, sitting down on the closest chair and placing a soft kiss on your cheek before he served himself some orange juice.

“Tea, Luv?” Remus asked. You turned your gaze to him, he was looking at you apprehensively. Sirius leaned onto you, and you turned to look straight at the cup, avoiding your gaze entirely. 

“Please,” you responded as you looked at him serving. 

That look on his face, had it always been there? How hadn’t you seen it before?

Although what you saw as apprehension, was nothing other than longing. Yes, it often made Remus jealous that he couldn’t kiss you or Sirius with that same familiarity, that he had the memory of your lips engraved in his brain but that it was nothing more than that, a memory. Moony being so close to clawing his way out of him didn’t make him more lenient. But Remus was never uncomfortable if you kissed each other, heck he had imagined you kissing each other while he jerked off to the coat, the only difference there was that, in his delusion, you welcomed him to the kiss shortly after.

You were worried for him, you wanted to talk to him, but you didn’t even know how to begin. You couldn’t tell him you knew since it could sound like a threat, besides, he might pull apart from the both of you, and you would never want that to happen. Remus and Sirius drifting apart, you and Remus drifting apart, the idea ate you up from the inside out. You loved your friendship. And perhaps you were being selfish –if Remus was in pain– but you didn’t want things to change, you didn’t want more things to change. You didn’t want to lose Remus, the idea of him being a stranger, of him not speaking to you, of being unknown. It was harrowing.

You didn’t want to lose more friends, even if it meant only drifting apart, you just couldn’t bear the idea of it. 

And Remus was still Remus. He was still acting like he did all the time, playful and yet the voice of reason when the boys –and you– got unreasonable ideas. 

He placed your tea, prepared exactly how you liked it, next to your plate. He was the same. The only thing that had changed was your knowledge of the situation.

“Are we ready for tonight?” Sirius asked with a smile. “Effie and Monty left, right?” 

“Yup, earlier today,” James said as he popped some pancakes into his mouth. “Picksie and Mellie will catch up with them after lunch, I believe they’ll leave dinner ready.” 

“And you sure there will be no one else in the perimeter?” Remus asked apprehensively. 

“That’s why we were flying today in the morning,” James said.

“Before we decided to get into a race,” you added. You stood up and walked over to the bathroom. By the time you got back you realised James was talking about Tadpoles, and while Sirius looked at him attentively, Remus was lost in Sirius’ nodding profile, you felt so impossibly stupid. 

That look, so immensely similar to the way you looked at Sirius all the time, eyes fixed on him, lost on him. How hadn’t you seen it before?  Undeniable as the full moon, Remus was lost on him, and you didn’t blame him at all. 

Remus said something to James and Sirius cackled, that’s when you realised that Sirius’ gaze also lingered on the other boy.

It was in the way he’d brighten up when Remus smiled, in the way he would laugh louder if Rem cracked a joke, in the way he would look for him when he wasn’t around and in the way he would often ask about him when he was gone. 

Had he been like that with you too? 

You didn’t want to think much about it, you were so in love with Sirius, with everything about Sirius that you had never stopped to think, to really think, if he was as in love with you as you were with him, and then again, even if he was, what about Remus? 

“Starshine,” he said as he looked past Remus’ shoulder and towards you, “Did you hear that?” 

You shook your head and gulped, “I must have missed it, What was it?” 

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The post-game excitement filled the air, fans crowding around the UConn players for autographs and selfies. Paige Bueckers stood off to the side, signing jerseys and posing for pictures, her eyes occasionally drifting toward Azzi Fudd, who was surrounded by an unusually large group of fans. One fan, in particular, a tall girl with bright red hair, seemed to be monopolizing Azzi’s attention, laughing at everything she said and leaning in a bit too close for Paige’s liking.

Paige felt a pang of irritation. Azzi was always nice to the fans—too nice, sometimes, in Paige’s opinion. She forced a smile for the next fan in line, but her eyes kept darting back to Azzi and the red-haired girl, who now had her hand on Azzi’s arm, laughing at something Azzi said.

Paige clenched her jaw, finishing up with the last few fans before making her way over to Azzi. “Hey, Azzi,” she called, trying to keep her tone light, though the undercurrent of jealousy was hard to miss. Azzi looked up, her face lighting up when she saw Paige. “Hey, Paige! Just meeting some awesome fans here.”

“Yeah, I see that,” Paige said, her eyes flicking to the red-haired girl, who was now looking at Paige with a curious expression. Azzi seemed oblivious to Paige’s growing irritation. “This is Emily. She’s been a fan for years. Can you believe she traveled all the way from California to see us play?”

“That’s dedication,” Paige said, trying to sound impressed but failing to keep the edge out of her voice.

Emily, seemingly unaware of the tension, beamed. “Yeah, I’ve been a huge fan of both of you for ages. You’re both such inspirations!”

Paige forced a smile. “Thanks, Emily. We really appreciate the support.”

Azzi glanced at Paige, a slight frown creasing her forehead. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” Paige said, a bit too quickly. “Just tired, I guess.”

Azzi nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. “Alright. We should probably get going anyway. It’s been a long day.”

Emily looked a little disappointed but nodded. “Of course. Thanks so much for taking the time to talk with me. You both are amazing.”

Azzi gave Emily a warm smile. “Thanks, Emily. Safe travels back to California!”

Paige managed a polite nod before turning and heading toward the locker room, Azzi quickly catching up to her. “Paige, wait up,” she called, grabbing Paige’s arm gently. “What’s going on?”

Paige shook her head, trying to pull away, but Azzi’s grip was firm. “Nothing. Just tired.”

Azzi stepped in front of her, forcing Paige to meet her gaze. “Don’t lie to me. What’s really going on?”

Paige sighed, looking away. “It’s just… you’re always so nice to everyone. Sometimes it feels like I have to compete for your attention.”

Azzi’s expression softened. “Paige, you don’t have to compete with anyone. You’re the one I care about. You know that, right?”

Paige shrugged, feeling a little foolish now. “I know. It’s just… seeing you with that girl, I guess I got a little jealous.”

Azzi smiled gently, cupping Paige’s cheek. “Hey, you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours, okay? No fan or anyone else can change that.”

Paige leaned into Azzi’s touch, her irritation melting away. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being silly.”

“You’re not silly,” Azzi said softly. “Just human.”

They finished their duties and headed back to their apartment. Once inside, Azzi gently pushed Paige against the wall, her eyes dark with intent. “I think I need to make it up to you,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Paige’s breath hitched, her heart racing. “Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?”

Azzi’s lips brushed against Paige’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. “By showing you exactly how much you mean to me.”

Paige’s response was cut off by Azzi’s mouth capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. All the jealousy and frustration melted away, replaced by a burning desire. Azzi’s hands roamed over Paige’s body, pulling her closer, as if trying to erase any distance between them.

Paige moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Azzi’s hair, pulling her even closer. Azzi’s lips trailed down Paige’s neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Azzi,” Paige breathed, her voice trembling with need.

Azzi pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with Paige’s. “Bedroom,” she commanded softly.

They stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding clothes as they went, leaving a trail of discarded garments behind them. By the time they reached the bed, they were both down to their underwear, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Azzi pushed Paige onto the bed, crawling over her, their lips meeting in another searing kiss. Paige’s hands roamed over Azzi’s back, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath her fingers. Azzi’s hand slipped under Paige’s bra, cupping her breast, her thumb brushing over the nipple, making Paige arch into her touch.

“Azzi,” Paige gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.

Azzi’s eyes were dark with desire. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, her fingers deftly unhooking Paige’s bra and tossing it aside.

She trailed kisses down Paige’s body, her lips and tongue teasing and tasting, driving Paige wild with need. When Azzi’s mouth closed over one of her nipples, Paige cried out, her back arching off the bed.

Azzi’s hand slid down Paige’s body, slipping under the waistband of her panties, finding her wet and ready. “God, Paige,” Azzi murmured against her skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

Paige could barely form a coherent response, her body on fire from Azzi’s touch. “Please,” she whimpered, needing more.

Azzi didn’t make her wait. She pulled Paige’s panties off, tossing them aside, and settled between her legs, her mouth finding Paige’s most sensitive spot. Paige cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets, as Azzi’s tongue worked its magic, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

When Paige finally came, it was with Azzi’s name on her lips, her body shaking with the force of her release. Azzi held her through it, her tongue and fingers coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her.

When it was over, Azzi crawled back up Paige’s body, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. “Better?” she asked, her voice soft and tender.

Paige nodded, still breathless. “Much better.”

Azzi smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Paige’s face. “Good. Because I love you, Paige. And I’m never going to let you doubt that.”

Paige’s heart swelled at the words, and she pulled Azzi into a tight embrace. “I love you too. And I’m sorry for being jealous. I just… I can’t help it sometimes.”

Azzi kissed her gently. “It’s okay. As long as you know that you’re the only one for me.”

“I know,” Paige whispered, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle over her. “I know.”

[tizniz]

For the smut prompts “what did you say?” With Buddie 💕

ANON I AM SO SORRY I JUST DISCOVERED THIS IN MY DRAFTS AND I NEVER POSTED IT EARLIER AND I AM SO SO SO SORRY! BUT HERE IT IS BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. AHHHHH.

"What did you say?" Eddie asks around a disbelieving laugh.

Buck shrugs and fiddles with the label of his beer, "I just think that my dick is bigger than yours."

"Should we grab the rulers?" Eddie drawls, taking a swig of his beer. "We can measure them and be sure."

"Or," Buck has already decided he's too far down this path to stop now. "we just show each other."

Eddie gives him a look across the table as he lowers his beer to the surface. And then he says something that Buck was definitely not expecting. "Alright."

"Really?" Buck asks but Eddie is already pushing away from the table and standing, fingers working open his belt. "Holy shit."

"Why not?" Eddie slides the belt out of it's loops and hangs it over the back of the chair he'd been sitting in before reaching for the button of his jeans, popping it open. "We've done weirder shit."

"Right. Yeah. Right." Buck nods, scrambling to his feet as well. He had been wearing sweatpants when Eddie had swung by with a six-pack, so his disrobing will be a lot quicker. He waits until Eddie has the zipper down and his jeans hang open, his hands sitting at the band of them and his underwear.

"Ready?"

"Still thinking I'm dreaming." Buck admits with a laugh, but hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his own pants, "But yeah."

"Alright." Eddie says and then he's pushing his pants and underwear down. Buck follows a split second after, and then they're standing there with their dicks out.

Buck feels a giggle bubbling inside of his chest until he drops his gaze to between Eddie's legs. The giggle disappears immediately, replaced by a heat that surges through him. "Oh."

Even soft, Eddie is impressive. He's thinner than Buck, but still has a decent length that Buck can only imagine would hit spots in Buck that have never been reached before. And he's uncut, which has Buck aching to play.

He can feel himself getting hard as he stares at Eddie. As he feels Eddie stare at him. And all Buck wants to do is fall to his knees or bend over and present himself to Eddie.

"I see why they call you Firehose." Eddie murmurs, and Buck's eyes snap up, taking in the darkened stare and flushed cheeks of his best friend.

"The size isn't why." Buck blurts out before he can stop himself.

"Oh?"

"I...I come...a lot." Buck admits, swallowing. Eddie's breath hitches and his fingers twitch.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Buck doesn't know what to do but then Eddie is kicking off the clothing tangled around his ankles and marching over to Buck, pausing with his hand hovering between them. "Can I...?"

"Fuck, yes. Please." Buck has barely finished speaking before Eddie is taking him in his hand. "Oh shit."

"I want to see." Eddie rasps. "I want...I want to see why you're called Firehose. I want to...fuck, I want to make you come."

"Yes. Yes. Please." Buck whimpers, clinging to Eddie as he arches into the touch. "Take it. Take it all."

It doesn't take long for Eddie to discover just how much Buck comes.

And they both forget about who's dick is bigger.

[aceghosts]

1- Write about your ship cuddling into bed together after a long and tiring day. + Rooney and Yori?

Thanks for this one! This turned out rather short but very fluffy.

[Prompt List]

Summary: Rooney and Yorinobu cuddle in bed and chat after a long and tiring day, especially about dinner with some old friends. Words: 1.2k words Content Warnings: No warnings apply. This is just straight up fluff.

Taglist (Opt In/Out): @bbrocklesnar, @sergeiravenov, @alexxmason, @voidika, @imogenkol,

@strangefable, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @tommyarashikage, @theelderhazelnut, @carlosoliveiraa,

@cassietrn, @direwombat, @derelictheretic, @cloudofbutterflies92

Rooney sighs contentedly, staring at the warm, comfortable-looking bed adoringly. They had been looking forward to crawling into bed all night. “If I did not know better,” Yorinobu teases with a soft smile, “I would think you are only with me for my bed.”

 “I might be,” They tease back with a smirk on their face, crawling into the bed on the left side. Rooney always takes the left side, closest to the door, preferring to put themself between Yorinobu and any points of entry. Between him and anyone who might want to hurt him.

The mattress is far softer than they’re used to, far softer than they normally like. (After many years sleeping on a cot or in uncomfortable places in general, Rooney prefers a firmer bed.)  But Yorinobu prefers his mattresses soft like he could sink into them, and considering this was his bed, Rooney wasn’t going to argue with him. What really matters is that he is getting into bed with them.

Yorinobu climbs into bed on the other side as Rooney pulls the plush cream comforter over themself, the weight a soothing pressure. As soon he is underneath the covers, Yorinobu seeks Rooney, spooning with them. His left hand finds its way to their hip, sliding underneath the black fabric of their tank top. He rests his hand in the dip of their hip, thumb lazily tracing patterns in their skin. Meanwhile, Rooney plays with his hair, fingers gently teasing his short black hair. Yorinobu yawns, a content smile on his face as the duo lay in bed, weary from the long day behind them. “How did your meetings go today?”

He frowns. “Too long. Too boring.”

Ah, it was that type of day. “I’m sorry,” They sympathize, “that really sucks.”

“It does,” Yorinobu confirms, “Some like to hear the sound of their voice, never getting to the point. Or they repeat the words of my father, marionettes on a string.”

Rooney winces in sympathy. “Oh, Yorinobu…”

“Enough. How did your day fare?”

“Frustrating.” Rooney felt like a dog chasing their tail, every lead they followed seemed to fizzle out, “None of my leads worked out.”

“You will find them,” He says it so sincerely, that Rooney is tempted to believe him, “You always do.”

“Yeah, I hope sleep will give me a new perspective.”

Yorinobu smirks. “If sleep does not help you, perhaps I can.” Rooney groans affectionately at his innuendo, rolling their eyes as he laughs.

Silence permeates the room, and Rooney relaxes, this being one of the few places they could. They close their eyes, weariness weighing down on them.

“What did you think of our dinner with Alexandre and Marion?” Yorinobu asks, Rooney opening their eyes as he breaks the silence. Alexandre and Marion Garnier were high-ranking members of the Arasaka Corporation, specifically in the European branch, and allies of Yorinobu. Alexandre was a former French General while Marion had worked in diplomacy, easing tensions between Europe and Japan. Yorinobu continues, “They were delighted to see you.”

Delighted was an understatement. Rooney had few fond memories during their time at Arasaka, Yorinobu occupying most of them. However, Rooney had missed Alexandre and Marion, and the Garniers had clearly missed Rooney too. Rooney first met the couple when they were attending a dinner party with Yorinobu, early when the two were straddling the line between friendship and something more. Alexandre and Marion were distant at first, polite, but not overly friendly either. The Garniers most likely assumed that Yorinobu would tire of Rooney quickly, and it wasn’t worth getting to know them. (Not that Rooney could blame them. Yorinobu wasn’t known for his long-lasting relationships, something he had in common with Rooney, for very different reasons.) At the dinner party, Alexandre began a discussion on a recent military conflict. Rooney, naturally, jumped into the conversation, excited to talk shop.  Alexandre and Marion stared at them in curiosity, only to monopolize Rooney’s time for the rest of the night. Rooney enjoyed spending time with the Garniers, discussing politics, history, military strategy, and other topics.

 “Delighted?” They quip, running their hand through his hair.

Yorinobu laughs, a pleasured shudder running through him. “Alexandre and Marion always adored you. I thought they would ignore me the whole night.” Rooney remembers the way Alexandre and Marion lit up at the sight of them, ecstatic smiles as the duo got out of their chairs to greet Rooney. Marion hugs them tight, telling Rooney how good it was to see them again and how much she missed them. Alexandre shakes their hand firmly, but Rooney doesn’t miss his misty eyes as he gives them a fond look. When Yorinobu and Rooney are finally able to take a seat, Alexandre and Marion immediately assault Rooney with questions, mainly about what Rooney had been doing after they left Arasaka. (There had also been a few pointed questions about Rooney and Yorinobu’s relationship, mainly if the pair were back together.)

“I was afraid they were going to do that too.” Although, Rooney couldn’t be too mad. It was nice to talk with Alexandre and Marion. Every time they look over at Yorinobu, he watches them with fondness, a slightly smitten smile on his face, arm resting on the back of their chair, hand on Rooney’s shoulder. It makes their heart melt a little, knowing they feel the same way about him. “I really did miss the Garniers.”

“They missed you. Alexandre and Marion were devastated when you left; they wanted to find you. I threatened them to leave you be.” Rooney looks away guiltily, knowing the Garniers had not been the only ones devastated by their departure. They still remember the heartbroken look on Yorinobu’s face as he watches them choose the military over a future with him. “Rooney,” Their eyes meet his brown ones, “What did Alexandre say to you before we left?”

Rooney remembers the way Alexandre beckoned them over, out of earshot of Marion and Yorinobu. ‘Shepard, it is rare to get a second chance,’ Alexandre looks away from them, towards Marion with love in his eyes, ‘especially when it is with someone you care about. Do not be a fool and make the same mistake twice.’ “Alexandre said that I had second chance, something that most people don’t get, and I shouldn’t make the same mistake.”

“What did you say to him?”

“That I won’t. I don’t make the same mistakes twice, and I’m going to make the most of it this time.” Rooney’s hand leaves his hair, tracing the edge of his face. Alexandre was right; they should not be so foolish this time around. “Yori, I love you,” a swell of affection rises within them, “I want this to work; I don’t want to lose you again.”

He smiles, letting out a genuine laugh. “You and I got the same lecture tonight,” He pulls them closer, his leg slotting between theirs, “I love you too.” He presses his lips against Rooney’s lips, a soft kiss. He tastes like the wine the group drank all night and the tiramisu the pair shared for dessert. Rooney deepens the kiss, pouring all the unsaid words into the kiss. Rooney is going to make this work; they can make it work. They’re going to find a way to protect Yorinobu and save V from the Relic. 

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

B4 or C1 for Qunari bros Ari and my baby Tash? ;)

[prompts]

protect at all costs

[smokbeast]

👍 Watcher

he really do be fine in that top of crop

[the-feral-one]

✌---Oki :-]

Oki tries his best to fit the theme using what he could find in Mesagoza shops.

Wo shows his approval too~

[overdevelopedglasses]

Tojoctober Day 12 - Gamble

(I see your star, you left it burning for me)

Alt title is from “Setting Sail, Coming Home”, the end credits theme to Bastion

Akiyama arrives at Morning Glory to take Haruka to the arcade. Little did he know Kiryu's other kid would show up.

(no spoilers!)

—------------------

“Akiyama-san?"

“Dojima-san!?"

The two men standing at the entrance to the Morning Glory Orphanage stare at each other in disbelief. Akiyama's almost too stunned to speak. After all, it's not everyday that you're face-to-face with the leader of one of the most powerful yakuza organizations in Japan. 

“What..." Akiyama clears his throat, regaining his composure, "What are you doing in Okinawa?"

“Kiryu-san asked me to come here. What about you, Akiyama-san?" Daigo responds in kind.

“Kiryu-san asked me here too..." Akiyama stares at the younger man in confusion. “Did he double book a babysitter?"

"I'm not sure. It's not like the fourth chairman to do something like this." Daigo ponders, his face wrought with confusion.

Akiyama almost opens his mouth to offer to take Haruka, since there are probably better things for the Sixth Chairman of the Tojo Clan to do, but it's at this moment that Haruka walks up to the two of them, and glances at them both.

“Akiyama-san? Daigo? Are you two here for me?"

Akiyama glances at Haruka, and then the chairman. There's no way Haruka would need two babysitters. Besides, the last time he saw Daigo Dojima, he had overheard what he was saying to Kiryu….

Wait.

This was a bit of a gamble, sure, but what did Akiyama have against the guy? Whatever issue that went between them, Kiryu seemed to have diffused. He remembered how the two acted towards each other. And if Akiyama's hunch was right...

“That we are, Haruka-chan!" Akiyama says with vigor, swinging an arm around the young girl's shoulders. “Uncle Akiyama is here to take care of both of you!"

This statement brings a joyful giggle from the girl, but a confused noise from the man.

“Us...?"

“Of course, Daigo-san!" Akiyama responds, partially wondering why the hell he just first-named one of the most powerful people he knows. "Now then, let's not waste any time. The arcade?"

Daigo opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it. Haruka starts running down the path towards the town. "Hooray! Come on guys, to the arcade!"

“Yeah! Let's go, Haruka-chan!"

“Wait, hold up, Akiyama-san!"

Daigo's words fall on deaf ears, and he can do nothing but follow the other two people.

The arcade in Okinawa was pretty small, but the proprietors of the establishment went for quality over quantity. The place had Virtua Fighter, Taiko no Tatsujin (which Haruka really enjoyed, and Akiyama had a sense Daigo liked it too), and even a new Puyo Puyo machine. 

But of course, what the three people were currently surrounding was one of two UFO catchers. This one in particular housed some Bun-chan plushies, and Haruka was determined to get them. 

She had already won one. A yellow Bun-chan was clutched under her arm, as she used the other to aim the claw at a pink Bun-chan that sat right on top of the rest. 

The claw lowers, and grabs the Bun-chan, but the grip is too loose, and the plush falls almost immediately.

"Come on!" Haruka says, exasperated.

This is Haruka's fifth try at this particular plush, and Akiyama could tell it was stressing the young girl out. 

"Let me give it a shot, Haruka-chan."

Haruka steps aside, letting him take a shot at the controls. Akiyama moves the claw deftly and precisely. He sees the claw tense as it completes its drop; while it misses what Haruka was aiming for, it does end up grabbing something.

“Oh?”

Out pops not a pink, but a green Bun-chan, firmly within the claw. The claw moves over and drops the prize into the chute.

“That was… not intended” Akiyama mutters to himself, but looks at Haruka, who has stars in her eyes.

“WOAH! That was awesome, Akiyama-san!” 

Despite how much she’s grown since he last saw her, Haruka still held some childlike innocence within her.

“Hehe… all in a day’s work, Haruka-chan. You still want that pink one?”

Haruka nods. Akiyama looks back at the machine. With the green Bun-chan gone, the pink one has now fallen halfway into the hole that was made. It would be a hard grab, that’s for sure. Akiyama ponders the situation for a second, before a voice catches his attention.

“Can I try getting it?”

Akiyama and Haruka look at Daigo, who was leaning back on one of the arcade cabinets, watching silently the whole time.

“Ok, Daigo.” Haruka says with a bit of hope in her voice.

Haruka hands the two Bun-chans to Akiyama, who steps away from the controls. Daigo walks up and places a coin into the machine, which comes to life. Akiyama had never seen the chairman so focused, as Daigo moved the claw with precision and skill he somehow possessed. He even walks overs and looks through the other side of the machine, and lines up the claw in both directions. Daigo inhales, and presses the release button. The claw drops, and it's right on the mark. The pink Bun-chan is snug and secure in the claw, all the way until it’s dropped into the prize chute. As the celebration jingle plays, Akiyama lets out an excited holler.

“Nice one, Daigo-san!”

“You’re the best, Daigo!” Haruka wraps her arms around Daigo’s waist. He hesitates at first, standing stationary but Akiyama sees a small smile that reaches the chairman’s eyes. 

“It.. was nothing, Haruka. I hope you like it.”

Akiyama, with his niece and all-but-confirmed nephew, the former holding a couple bags of prizes, arrive at the entrance of Morning Glory. When they arrive, Haruka sets the bags on the stoop, digs something out of each bag, and turns to both of the men. She holds out both of her hands. In her left hand, stretched to Akiyama, housed the yellow Bun-chan. The other hand, out towards Daigo, had the green Bun-chan.

“Surprise! I wanted you to have these!" Haruka said with pride, beaming at them.

Akiyama is beside himself, “Haruka-chan! You shouldn't have." He takes the plushie from her hand, cradling it with both of his hands. Bun-chan stared back at him. “Thank you. I’ll treasure this.”

Akiyama looks over at the other man, who takes the green Bun-chan without a word. He nods at Haruka.

“Well, I have to get started on cooking for the others, but thank you guys so much for today! I hope we can do it again soon!”

“Of course, Haruka. It’s always a pleasure.” Daigo responds with a small smile.

“We’ll see you later, Haruka-chan!” Akiyama says with a wave.

After leaving her behind, the two men walk to the station in Okinawa in silence. As they wait for their train, Akiyama turns to the chairman. 

“Hey, I’m sorry if I just roped you into that. I kinda talked before I really thought of what I was saying, and I didn’t want to take you away from any duties you had, and I know you’re busy since you’re the chairman, and-”

“Akiyama-san.”

Daigo stares intensely at him, and Akiyama stops talking. The chairman, holding the green Bun-chan in his arms like a little kid, hesitates for a moment, then speaks his mind, “Today was… very fun. I really enjoyed spending time with the both of you. We’ll have to do it again sometime, without Kiryu-san having to intervene.”

“Of course… Dojima-san.” Akiyama says with a bit of hesitation.

Daigo smirks, “When we’re with Haruka… Daigo is fine. And uh… I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any trouble, either today or in the past, Akiyama-san.”

Akiyama lets out a laugh, “That’s Uncle Akiyama to you, Daigo!” Daigo lets out a small laugh himself, as the two of them board the train to Kamurocho.

Somehow, in some way, Uncle Akiyama’s gamble paid off.

[eregored]

every day i look at my ask box and just kind of giggle and twirl my hair because you guys actually love interacting farah like huh

[dragon-tamer-1]

Ok seriously, I promise to get to the requests I have soon, just gotta do a few things first but I promise to start drawing/writing them as soon as I get done with these.

[krenenbaker]

Hallo!!

Hallo!! (*^ω^)ﾉ How goes it?

It's nice to hear from you, since we kind of haven't spoken much yet?

Anyways... hi!

[steelycunt]

did not forget about the last two prompts btw...still doing them 2morrow at the latest...sorry >:-)