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moonofiron · 3 years

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I saw this one panel in the manga and lost my shit.

He looks so 🥵 here. This is the panel that has inspired this smutty fanfic. I also wanted to draw something related to this piece so I've thrown in an illustration between the story as well! Enjoy!

Jujutsu Kaisen, Chapter 78

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Geto Suguru x (fem)reader

Genre: smut, bondage, kinbaku, edging, overstimulation, explicit sexual content, visual content thrown in too 🥵

Rating: M

Synopsis: Geto shows you his skills at kinbaku

Word count: 2.4K ~

Minors, dni.

Geto Suguru ties the last knot near your ankle. You whimper from the rope chaffing your skin but ease into the burn and position yourself the way Geto wants.

It has taken months for you to get to this point. 8 months back you had casually asked him where he disappears to for hours at end every Saturday. You couldn't hold it in and he couldn't bring himself to lie to you.

"I..I practice kinbaku love. It's to destress, really."

"Oh, what's that?"

"Umm, it's the art of tying knots. It's derived from the act of tying prisoners during the war but now it's a...a form of art."

"I see." After a moment's pause, you had asked, "So what do you tie knots with?"

"Three strand jute ropes. On manequins."

You didn't really get it and had pouted slightly.

To break the awkward silence, you had asked him, "Will you show me sometime, Suguru?"

His face had clouded and he had looked the other way. "Maybe. Maybe, someday I will."

"There, all done," says Suguru joyfully. He puts his hand under your chin and pulls your face up so you can look at yourself, his artwork, in the large mirror in front of you.

You gasp at how helpless you look. You're naked and your hair is tied up neatly in a bun. Suguru did your hair earlier and decorated it with the delicate pin he bought for you on your second date. You're pretty much bent into a ball and perched on the futon you both have fucked on on so many nights that you've lost count now. Your hands are tightly tied behind your back and your ankles are tied to your thighs. The knots go down from your neck all the way down to your clit and then climb up your spine. Your breasts perk up from the pressure around them. The knots are elegant and look complicated, and you can see your cunt swelling from the pressure of the tight ropes around your inner thighs.

Please do not repost or plagiarize.

Years of practicing kinbaku has rendered him into a master of this art that he's extremely private about. His passion leaks in the way his long fingers tackle the ropes around your body, almost as if he's making love to them.

You meet his eyes in the mirror and see him looking right back at you as he bites his soft lips. His eyes are dreamy and lustful, and he wears a look of pride that pushes all the buttons for you.

He takes out a small black ball from his kimono's left sleeve and your eyes widen. He walks around and sits in front of you so his face is inches away from yours.

"Open your mouth, love," he whispers.

You do as he says without even giving it a second thought. He pushes the ball-gag in your mouth gently and you close your eyes as you envelope it with your wet mouth. He moves closer so your nose buries into his chest as he clamps the ball-gag strap at the back of your head. When done, he sits back and strokes a finger across your jaw.

“I'll be back in sometime, baby. Be good. I'll be watching." He winks and kisses the ball in your mouth gently, his gaze never leaving yours. A soft gasp escapes his lips. And then, just like that, he's gone.

You panic. 'What? I thought he'll just be showing me how it's done. What does he mean he'll be back in sometime? When? How long?' you think. A flash of fear makes your stomach drop. But then you calm down.

The first few minutes are easy. You spend them admiring how beautiful you look, how lovely Suguru has made you. But, after a while you get bored and start looking around. There's nothing to do except wait for Suguru to come back. Perhaps he ran out of ropes. The thought excites you but you don't know how long he'll take. You don't know if he's locked the door. There's no way to tell how much time has passed. All you know is that there's a warmth spreading in your stomach from the anticipation of his arrival. You try to bend down to take a peek at your cunt and see that you've formed a small pool of wetness on the futon. And, you notice a strange little cube embedded in the knot on top of your clit. You instinctively reach with your hands for your clit forgetting you can't and let out a small moan as the ropes dig into your wrists. You look back at yourself in the mirror. You notice the thin sheen of sweat on your forehead and that your nipples are plump and hard. You look around frantically before you give up and enter a kind of peace that you've never known before. You look up at the ceiling, close your eyes, and hear yourself make a gurgling noise. The small cube has suddenly come alive and is vibrating against your clit, making you squirm and lose balance. Your entire body jerks and shivers as you moan out Suguru's name unintelligibly, the ball-gag stopping you from forming coherent sentences. You feel a wave of pleasure coming and then, just as suddenly as the cube had come alive, it dies, leaving you on the edge, helpless and slick and frustrated from being denied release.

Geto Suguru absolutely can not wait to get back home to you. He watches you through a curse, a little eyeball, he's placed in the corner of his room. He struggles to keep still and loses patience in all his meetings. He wants them to get over as soon as possible so he can focus on you. He finishes mission reports and some pending tasks as he watches you struggling and squirming, wet and waiting. His cock twitches at the absolutely stunning sight of you, wriggling on the floor, helpless and vulnerable.

You don't know how many hours it has been. All you know is that it's the 12th time that the small cube has come alive and you can't take it anymore. The threads of the ropes are wet and cold, the futon is completely ruined, you're hot and extremely bothered. Your thighs are sticky and slick. You need to cum. You can't take the teasing, the absolute relentlessness of this thing that's refusing to let you cum. You're not in an elegant stance anymore, either. Suguru, without even being here with you, has made you fall face-first into the futon, your back arched so your hips are in the air. You're uncomfortable and all you can think about is Getou's cock buried deep inside your throbbing cunt. Your hair has almost come undone and strands stick to your breasts. Your jaw aches and your neck and chin are covered in drool. You're focused on your release. You'll definitely get there before this damned thing shuts off again. But, you know that's wishful thinking.

'This is getting out of hand,' you think as you feel tears dripping down your flushed cheeks. You try to get a sense of balance but you're so disoriented that you can't think anymore. You breathe heavily and are about to close your eyes when you hear the low buzz of the vibrator again. You're grunt and moan and your entire body buckles again and again. In all your frenzy, you don't realise when Getou comes back and quietly sits on the floor behind you.

When the vibrator stops, you scream an unintelligible, "No, please!!" and drop face-first on the futon again. Your laboured breath makes it hard to concentrate on anything. When you finally calm down, you feel his presence. You look back and see his kimono loosly wrapped around his waist, the sleeves are halfway off his shoulders as he gently strokes his cock, already rock-hard and glistening. He watches you intently. You let out a sigh of relief and arch your back to let him know he can use you anytime. Amused and greedy at once, he pulls you to himself, and unclamps the ball gag. He shoves his cock in your mouth, grabs your hair, and maneuvers your head just the way you like it. He moans and grunts out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He's extremely vocal today and this is new.

He suddenly stops and kisses your mouth hard.

“Such a pretty babe today. Eh? You look stunning.”

"Su..Suguru, pl..please fuck me. Please. Please. Please." You break down, you can't bring yourself to speak coherently. You start to lower your head so you can taste his cock - anything to have him inside you - but he pulls your hair hard and stops you.

He pushes you back and makes you lie down. He carefully unties only the knots near your inner thighs. His cool fingers give you shivers. He cups your nipples with his mouth and licks, nibbles, and bites his way down to your clit.

“Who are you so fucking wet for?”

“Suguru! You!”

“Yeah?"

“Uhun, please, just please, take me already."

“Yeah? How?"

“Suguru, I am begging you. I cant-"

Getou comes back up in a flash. He squeezes your face with his hand and roars, “I asked, how?"

You're crying again and he can't stop thinking how gorgeous you look, sweaty and flushed, begging for his cock.

You take a sharp intake of breath and say, “Getou I want you.”

He raises his eyebrows but doesn't let your face go.

“I want you inside me, I want your cock inside me. I'm throbbing and dripping and so ready for you. Just for you. For you to use and love and fuck. Please Daddy." you say, in a trembling voice.

Suguru lets go of your face and removes his kimono. He's naked underneath. He can't believe he gets to ruin a goddess like you. He starts to lightly flutter his tongue across your swollen clit. You're trembling and it doesn't take long for your whimpering to turn into screaming. You're so close to cumming, finally! Your eyes roll back as you feel his long and thin tongue lapping up your wetness. He licks it like a fucking dog before kissing it sweetly and moves back, leaving you on the edge again and you have such a violent reaction that he lets out a strong grunt.

You've never felt so helpless before. You realise that he's enjoying himself a bit too much seeing you struggle, at your body so bent before him. You're sobbing now, and he hovers over you.

“You're making me lose it with all this begging and squirming, baby," he whispers and thrusts into you in one deep stroke. You immediately bite his neck hard and moan deep into it. Clenching around his cock hard, you take in as much of him as you can. His touch on your arms and lower back is electrifying but he soon holds the ropes around you for leverage. He moves in a quick pace and it doesn't take you long to gush around him, giving him a cumsleeve that he bends down to look at. Your release is so so sweet, your toes are curled, your calves are flexed, your back is arched, and your teeth have left Suguru's neck with spots of blood.

“Please...do..don't stop, Daddy,”

“I won't baby, you've been so good. We've got all night.”

“Night?! How long were ...uhh..were you gone?” You pant.

“6 hours."

Suguru looks at himself moving in and out of your plump cunt as his long hair tickles your breasts. It makes his cock twitch and harder inside of you. He pushes your knees back and the ropes dig into your lower back. He grabs your hair and bends your head to your stomach.

“Look at me moving in and out of you.”

The sight turns you on even more. You didn't know that getting so hot amd bothered was even possible. It seems like you've been cumming for a while now and you're overstimulated.

Suguru pulls out. You gasp and your head rolls back. He turns you around and spends a moment to admire his rope-work, and, of course, your plump and throbbing slick cunt that he's going to fuck again.

“Look at how gorgeous you are," he gently holds your chin and pulls it up. You can see yourself, your face is flushed a deep red and you're bruised everywhere. Suguru towers behind you, holding his cock that's glistening with your cum. You can't believe how good he makes you feel. You wiggle your hips at him, inviting him.

He positions his cock to enter you but starts to rub it on your clit instead. Sensitive from all the edging before, your clit blooms from the rubbing and the warmth. You moan.

"Fuck, I love how noisy your cunt gets."

“Oh, oh, please don't stop. Let me cum all over your cock again."

Suguru bites his lip and doesn't take his eyes off you in the mirror. He can't help but admire how sexy you sound and look. He continues to rub his cock slow but hard against you and you collapse on the futon again, cumming. You've squirted all over the base of his cock and stomach and your screams are drown out everything else.

”Such a good girl. Cumming all over Daddy like that."

He thrusts his cock inside of your swollen cunt and continues to move inside you for what seems like an eternity.

"Daddy's gonna paint you so pretty, love," he whispers as he pulls out, grunts, and cums all over your back, on the ropes, in your hair.

He collapses on your side and looks up at the ceiling and then at you. He's out of breath as he gently plays with his drained cock.

You're completely spent and about to pass out when you feel him untying all the knots quickly. His face is tinted with concern. When you're finally free from the ropes, he tries to massage you lightly and helps you lie down properly. He brings you a bottle of water right away and kisses your forehead.

“I'll run you bath, princess. And then I'll get you something to eat. Okay?"

"Hmm," is all you can manage.

You hear the bath running and he comes back, picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. He bathes you and shampoos your hair, kissing you everywhere with sweet pecks. When you're both finally in bed, you snuggle up close to him and dare to ask -

"When will you tie me up next?"

#jjk geto #jjk smut #getou x you #geto x you #jujutsu kaisen #manga #fanfica

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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What Just Happened?

Gif credit @mrsmiawalllace.

You'll be seeing a lot of this gif, since there really isn't much out there of him. Well until I figure out how the hell you work a gif maker. Lol.

First Eyeball Chambers fic, I hope you all enjoy. I really liked writing for Eyeball so you'll be seeing a lot of him. If you dont like him. Block the tags.

Warning: assault, child abuse, attempted sexual assault. Caution when reading.

"What the hell happened, Chambers"? You gasped when you opened the front door. Eyeball was standing on your front porch dripping wet. His face bashed up and he was holding his shoulder.

"I dont want to talk about it. Can I stay here"? His voice trembled but Eyeball wasnt a crier so he gulped down his tears and went on.

You didn't say anything and just held out your hand for him to take. He went to grab it and fell. You let out a scream and knelt beside him. "Rich, you okay"? You cupped his face.

"What happen? Y/N"? Your brother Vern asked as he ran down the stairs. Almost tripping over his own feet.

"Help me get him to the couch". You order Vern. You both grabbed an arm and dragged him to the couch.

"He's going to bleed all over it. Mom's going to kill you". Vern warned shaking his head.

"Go get the first aid kit. Now Vern"! You yelled at him when he stared at Eyeball.

"Rich? Babe"? You rubbed his stomach to get him away.

"What happened"? Eyeball, groaned holding his head.

"You fainted I guess. What happened? Dont go giving me that crap about not wanting to talk. So talk"?

"My dad". Eyeball sighed. This was a regular currency with Eyeball and his dad. Coming over to your house after a big fight. Sometimes he wouldn't even make it over here. He would pass out in his car beforehand. His dad did damage that could never be undone.

"Where's Chris"? Vern asked coming into the livingroom with the first aid kit.

"He was locked in his room when I left. Ow". Eyeball his as you patted his cute eyebrow with a cotton ball.

"What was this fight about"?

"I don't know. I looked at him the wrong way. I breathed. I'm a live. Anything sets that bastard off". Eyeball closed his eyes with a sigh. You nodded for Vern to leave and go to bed.

"I'll get you some aspirin and a beer. Just stay". You rubbed his leg before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

You quickly came back and sat down beside him. Eyeball was sitting up and holding his shoulder.

"Here. He mess up your arm"? You asked handing him the pills.

"Yeah. Threw me against the wall. Then out in the yard". Eyeball gagged a little. He was a tough Cobra but when it came to taking medicine he was a child.

"That asshole. You and Chris cant stay there. It's to dangerous. Next time you might not be so lucky and walk away". You grabbed his hand and held it. Squeezing it tight.

"I know. But we have nowhere to go. No one wants us. No one cares". Eyeball leaned his head on your shoulder.

"I want you. I care about you and Chris. Maybe I can ask mom if she'll let you stay here out in the shed. Vern wouldn't mind. I know Billy would just love to have you around". You laugh. It was like dumb and dumber when they got together.

"I dont think your mom would like having her daughters boyfriend under her roof. Things can happen". Eyeball snickered to himself.

"Like what, Chambers"?

"You getting knocked up". Eyeball smirked.

"That would mean I would have to have sex with you and I told you that isn't happening. So lose the dirty images". You giggle shaking your head.

"That's all I think about". Eyeball sighed a happy sigh, leaning his head back on the couch with a childish grin.

"Wow. I love you". You kissed the top of his head.

"I love you too. Thanks for letting me bleed all over your mom's couch".

"Anytime. We'll go to your house tomorrow and get some of your things. You can bunk with twiddle dumb and Chris can bunk with Vern. Itll be a sleep over for the boys. Mom will be okay with that. Just until things settle down".

"Thanks". Eyeball smiled, snuggling into the crock of your neck. You loved Eyeball and would do anything for him. So what was about to happen, was very long over due.

"Vern, come on"! You yelled up the stairs to your brother. He was riding with you and Eyeball to get Chris.

"I'm coming". He flew down the stairs and out the front door.

"Did he have a comb"? Eyeball chuckled with a groan. He was feeling the effects of last night.

"He has no hair". You laugh, closing the door after you and Eyeball walked out.

Driving over to the Chambers residence was quiet. Eyeball didnt talk, Vern was nervous. You were just ready to get them out of that hell hole.

"Welcome to paradise". Eyeball chuckled when you pulled into the driveway. You saw Chris pull back the half ripped curtain as you all got out.

"Is he here"? Vern asked, walking up to the door.

"Van's not here. So no". Eyeball gritted his teeth as he stepped into the house. It was trashed. Worse than usual. Eyeball never let you come over, well one time but you weren't in the house a total of twenty seconds before he told you, you needed to leave. His dad had showed up.

"Chris"? Eyeball called out. Chris came out of his room with his bag already packed. A smiled on his face when he saw Vern.

"You got everything"? Vern asked Chris. He nodded.

"You two go wait in the car. Keep the doors locked". You told them, they hurried out the door. Leaving you and Eyeball in the destruction from last night.

"I'll get you a bag packed. Grab what you want". You walked passed Eyeball and headed to his room. Eyeball scoffed and kicked the coffee table, well what's left standing.

Eyeball looked around and found some pictures he wanted to keep. Of when life was good. Everyone was happy. One with Chris and him fishing. The gang. There was even one with you and him sitting safely on the mantle.

As Eyeball wondered into the kitchen he heard someone behind him. "Babe, you finish? We need to get.....". Eyeball turned around and saw his fuming father. Drunk as a skunk father.

"Where ya think you're going, boy"? Mr. Chambers, stumbled towards Eyeball.

"I'm taking Chris and we're getting the hell away from you. Last night will never happen again. Not to me and never to him". Eyeball gritted his teeth with a sneer. His shoulder was still messed up but he wasnt afraid to stand up to his father. Last night and all those other nights of beatings were a result of standing up.

"You're a little shit. Just like that brother of yours. Worthless pieces of shit". Mr. Chambers drew his hand back and slapped Eyeball across his face. Making him stumble.

"It takes one to know one". Eyeball chuckled and stood back up, straightening his jacket.

Mr. Chambers punched Eyeball in the stomach, making Eyeball groan bending over holding his stomach. "I guess I have to teach you another lesson, boy". Mr. Chambers punched Eyeball in the face. He fell to the ground and Mr. Chambers hovered over him. Throwing another punch. "You're just like your worthless mother. A fucking pussy. Get up and fight me". Mr. Chambers growled grabbing Eyeball by his shirt collar.

Eyeball was coughing and trying to let his fathers hands to let him go. This was beginning to scare Eyeball. He was cornered and there was no where to go. He figured he was a dead man.

"Let him go". You screamed hitting Mr. Chambers with a empty liquor bottle. It didnt faze him. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes at you. Dropping Eyeball to the ground.

"You little bitch". Now Mr. Chambers was coming after you. You backed up walking away from him.

"You stay away from her"! Eyeball yelled with a cough pointing his finger at his father trying to get his feet.

"If you're good for my boy, you'll be good for me". Mr. Chambers stepped forward, getting closer and closer to you. He was a dirty, grimy man. Just looking at him made your skin crawl.

"Stay away from my girl"! Eyeball yelled hitting his father over the back with a kitchen table chair. Breaking the chair, it knocked him down to the ground but it didnt stop him.

You looked around trying to find something to hit him with. But everything was either broken or wont do anything to him.

"The table". You pointed to Eyeball but he was busy trying to keep his father down. You swerved out of Mr.Chambers path and jumped for the coffee table. You picked it up and held it over your head.

"Move"! You yelled to Eyeball. He jumped out of the way and you hit Mr. Chambers over the head with the coffee table.

He didn't move. Laid there still. Eyeball limped over to you holding his stomach.

"Wow, princess. You really knocked him out". Eyeball chuckled with a hiss.

"Thanks". You laughed wrapping your arm around Eyeballs waist.

You both headed to the door, when Vern and Chris scared you as they ran up.

"Holy shit. What happened"? Chris poked his head in the house and saw his father knocked on the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the car"? You yelled.

"Just go. We gotta get out of here". Eyeball growled at his little brother. They ran off and you two followed.

Everyone hopped into the car and you drove. Vern and Chris were playing in the back seat, laughing.

Eyeball sat close to you, one hand rested on his stomach and the other on your thigh. His head laid back with his eyes closed.

He was sitting there peacefully. A weight lifted off his shoulders. No more worrying about his father coming home drunk and beating the shit out of him or his brother.

Now all you had to do was convince your mom that having Eyeball living there wasnt going to cause problems for you. But seeing Eyeball like this is making it hard to not cause a problem. But what she doesn't know wont hurt her.

#eyeball chambers fanfiction #Eyeball Chambers imagine #Eyeball Chambers imagines #eyeball Chambers x reader #eyeball Chambers x verns sister #stand by me fanfiction #stand by me #stand by me imagine #stand by me imagines #Cobras stand by me #happys-crazy-queen22

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lailyn · 3 years

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This Magical Journey Called Multiple (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Drama, Idiots In Love, Mpreg

Summary: Loki thought he had struck gold this lifetime around, having found not one, but two loves at once. This new life he is carrying could only be a blessing, so why isn't everybody happy?

“I am not injured,” Loki insisted. “It was the heat, it must have gotten to me.”

“It’s still a good idea to take it easy, Bambi. Heat stroke is one of those things that can hit you from out of nowhere,” Tony said.

At Stephen’s mildly-impressed look, Tony gave a modest shrug. “We’ve been together how long? Of course I’ve picked up a few things.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “At least something good has come out of it.”

Ignoring Tony’s indignant ‘Hey!’, Stephen conjured a tall, cool glass of water and offered it to Loki, who looked all manner of singed save for his armour. “But Tony’s right. There may not be external burn injuries, but we humans are about seventy percent water, and I’m guessing you’re not that far off either.”

“I’m not a child,” Loki grumbled. Nevertheless, he dutifully accepted the drink and took a few long gulps, stopping abruptly when a sudden nauseous feeling assaulted his senses the moment the water hit his stomach. “Tony, please don’t make that face. It’s making me want to do things.”

“I can’t help it. It’s my fault. I should have - ”

“No should haves, could haves,” Loki interrupted. “Stop it. Shit happens.”

“Language,” Tony admonished lightly but his body language was still steeped in guilt.

“Guess I’ve picked up a few things too,” Loki murmured, nodding gratefully at Stephen as his husband stepped in to wrap an arm around Tony’s shoulders. Not only was the Sorcerer Supreme a good lay in bed, he was a mind-reader too. Loki sure got lucky this time around.

Tony straightened up a little in Stephen’s one-armed embrace. “Glad you guys had my back or I would have been smoked brisket.”

At the mention of brisket, the nausea reared its monstrous head again and Loki gagged.

“Let’s get you out of the sun.” Stephen was beginning to sound worried now. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine,” Loki said, swallowing compulsively. Before either of his overbearing husbands could argue, (they were always so noisy when they fussed) he corrected himself, “I will be fine.”

“Right,” Tony snorted. “Nice try. Come on, up. Next time, don’t skip breakfast.”

Stephen snorted even louder. “And the frying-pan said to the kettle, 'Avant, black-browes'.”

“I don’t know what you just said, but it can’t be good,” Tony grunted, nearly toppling under Loki’s weight, who really was more unsteady than he was letting on. “Will you boom-boom-whoosh us a portal already?”

Stephen shook his head and wrapped his arm around Loki’s waist, taking on some of the burden.

“I can walk,” Loki whined.

“Sure you can,” Stephen said kindly. “We just happen to do it better.”

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Tony didn’t know how anybody could sleep with the AC blowing full-blast in their face but Loki did just that, and for twelve hours straight too. Their not-strictly-human husband had never slept for such a long stretch of time and it could only be a testament to his exhaustion.

As he closed the bedroom door behind him to give Loki some privacy while he freshened up in the bathroom, his worried eyes met Stephen’s equally troubled gaze.

“Think he’s coming down with something?” Tony asked quietly.

“He seemed fine yesterday when the call came, and he was fighting fit," Stephen mulled as they walked back toward the kitchen together. “Wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, he took down those Doombots like they were nothing. He did that flashy move of his, you know the one where he’s like ribbon-dancing in the sky, except his ribbons turned into deadly blades the minute they came into contact with a Bot.”

“I have to take your word for it, I guess. I was kinda busy keeping a few buildings standing,” Stephen said enviously, as it was a sight he wouldn’t have minded seeing himself. Watching Loki in battle was always a spectacle, even back when they were still rivals.

Tony must have misconstrued the envy in his voice and decided that a little teasing was in order. “Aw, I’m sure you were great, honey.” He reached out to squeeze Stephen’s bicep. “Feeling a little sore there?”

“I held them up by magic but thank you for asking,” Stephen said dryly. “I wouldn’t mind a massage though, if you’re offering me one.”

“I’ll see if I can fit you in my tight schedule.” Kisses stolen in passing whilst walking down hallways were often sweet, made sweeter still by the relief Tony could feel bleeding through their locked lips. It had not been too long ago that they had almost lost Loki to that terrible illness, and it was that same shared fear that had plagued both Stephen and him since yesterday.

As they sat back down to their now-cold breakfast, he could see just how much Stephen’s face had brightened. The appetite that was almost killed by JARVIS’ mid-meal interruption to inform them that Loki was finally awake came back with a vengeance, and Tony shoveled his eggs into his mouth like a man starving.

It was after a few bites that he deemed his hunger momentarily sated enough to broach another issue that had been weighing on him.

"How was Loki...the night before last?" Tony asked tentatively.

It was an arrangement only recently agreed upon that they made use of the ten bedrooms in the penthouse, with each claiming a bedroom of his own and still having the freedom to choose where and with whom to spend the night. It came about after Stephen's odd hours and Tony's unpredictable work frenzies clashed with Loki's need for absolute silence when sleeping.

Tony had never met a lighter sleeper in his life. So when Stephen got called out on Sorcerer Supreme business for three nights in a row, it did not surprise either of them when Loki, tired of the interruptions to his beauty sleep, set fire to the bed.

Tony wished the mercurial God of Chaos could spare the custom-made, eiderdown-covered Alaskan king bed...alas, new beds he could always buy, but there was only one of Loki.

"Sleep in separate bedrooms! It's the secret to a happy marriage, don't you ever watch The Crown?" Pepper had said, rubbing salt into the wound the next day when he called her up the next day to moan. "God knows you have enough rooms to sleep in a different one for every night of the month."

Which was an exaggeration of course, for only the top floor of the penthouse had four bedrooms on the same floor, one for each of them, and the biggest, most lavish one reserved for when they needed to spend time together as a proper throuple.

Clearly perturbed by Tony's question, Stephen carefully set his fork back on his plate. "Could you be more specific?"

"Did he seem a little...impatient to you?"

"Impatient?" Stephen frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You know…" Tony drawled, "More...urgent. Demanding."

"You mean horny," Stephen deadpanned.

"Shhh. You know he doesn't like that word!" Tony whispered loudly. "It depreciates his aesthetic."

Stephen chuckled. "You can say horny, Tony. Loki's not here."

"And now he is," a sultry voice suddenly spoke from behind, and Stephen nearly yelped.

"Loki!" He gasped. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," Loki said coolly, sliding into the empty chair beside Tony, to whom he directed his next question. "So what else does he say about me when I'm not here?"

"Only the most flattering things, sweetness." Tony rubbed his hand up and down Loki's back. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm drunk on sleep." Loki's nostrils flared as he tried to kill the oncoming yawn but failed. "But not bad. You?"

"Nothing an Advil or two can't fix." Tony reached out a hand to stop Loki from stealing a piece of toast off his plate. "I think Stephen's wanting to take your spinal fluid or brain tissue or something first."

Stephen rolled his eyes. "Just your blood will do."

"Why?" Loki whined. "I hate those adamantium needles, they itch like a bitch."

Tony let out a scandalous whisper. "Language!"

"I want to make sure there's no electrolyte imbalance and that your sugar level's okay. You were vomiting quite profusely yesterday," Stephen said,

"I'm not anymore," Loki pointed out. "I feel absolutely fine."

"It's just a precaution, Loki," Stephen tried again but before he could say anything further, Loki held up a regal hand.

"And I can tell you with absolute certainty that my blood sugar level is very low because I am very, very hungry and if you do not feed me within the next thirty seconds I will eat your face," he growled. "Literally."

Stephen slowly, wordlessly, slid his plate across the table.

"Thank you, Stephen," Loki said sweetly before attacking the egg-white and quinoa omelette with gusto. He swallowed the first bite and made a face. "This is nasty."

A heated debate and a number of mortal threats later, Loki was well on his way out the door. “Anytime today, Stark. Get a move on.”

“Can’t you go?” Tony pleaded. “I’ve never done my own grocery shopping before.”

Stephen looked at him incredulously. “You don’t have to do anything. You just have to prepare the money when he asks and make sure he doesn’t buy out every stall he happens to like.”

Loki tapped his foot impatiently. “Shall I go by myself then?”

“No!” Both Stephen and Tony said in unison.

“Nice try, Bambi,” Tony added. To Stephen, “You owe me.”

“This and more.” Stephen kissed Tony quickly. “Bring him back in one piece if you can. Oh, and I’m speed-dial number one, two and three on both your phones.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.”

Stephen's eyes disappeared behind his smile. “Loki, babe? Can you come here for a sec?”

Loki marched back to where Stephen and Tony were still huddled by the kitchen counter. “What is it now?”

Stephen dropped an effervescent electrolyte tablet into a glass of water. “Drink this before you go. You need to replenish your electrolytes.”

Loki groaned. “Stephen, I am electrolyted up to my eyeballs. Enough, please.”

“Today’s going to be a hot day, according to the weather forecast,” Stephen warned. “Can’t risk you getting dehydrated again.”

“It can’t possibly be hotter than yesterday," Loki said. He turned to Tony. "You need to figure out how to increase your heat resistance to Doom's fire-breathing Bots, I can't be covering you all the time. What if I'm not there?"

Stephen’s gaze vacillated between his two lovers in alarm. “Are we expecting any trouble today?”

“No, it was simply a theoretical question,” Loki said patiently. “Tony needs to build better suits.”

“And you need to see a sleep hygienist,” Tony said, just as sweetly. “Can’t have you burning any more beds. We are living in a high-rise, you know.”

Loki shrugged. “It’s not like both of you can’t fly.”

Stephen chuckled, “He’s got a point.”

“Whose side are you on?” Tony grumbled to himself. “Are we going or what?”

Stephen sighed. If he had not made prior arrangements to visit Kamar-Taj that day, he would have been more than happy to take Tony’s place.

He kissed Loki, a tad harder than usual. "Be careful, you two."

Loki laughed. "We're going to the market, Stephen, not off-world to another planet."

“Thank you for the reassurance, Loki.”

Loki’s kiss took Stephen by surprise, not so much the hard pinch Loki gave his cheek. “You fret too much.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s sweet.” Loki’s green eyes glinted. “Makes me want to eat your face every time.”

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Strolling the gorgeous Botanical Garden in the Bronx at this time of year was...interesting. Being public figures, it was a given that they would be recognised, but most everybody gave them a wide berth, wholly content with admiring from afar.

If Tony had reservations before, they disappeared quickly enough. Loki’s excitement and appreciation for the diverse arrays of artisan foods was contagious, and as they went from stall to stall perusing the seasonal produce on offer, Tony found himself in danger of doing the very thing he had promised Stephen he would keep Loki from doing.

“That was the best goat cheese I’ve ever tasted,” Tony gushed, arms laden with carrier bags full of cheeses, preserves and a variety of herb-infused olive oils. “You sure this is enough?”

“Nope,” Loki said. “But next week we can get Stephen to come with us and buy some more.”

“Sounds like a plan. Your ice cream’s melting.”

Loki held it out and Tony took a lick. “That’s yum.”

“You can have it if you want,” Loki said, sounding suddenly faint.

Tony frowned. “What’s the matter?”

Loki took in a few deep breaths, his face suddenly the colour of parchment. “I don’t know.”

The ice cream cone slipped out of his hand onto the ground when he abruptly bent at the waist, propping himself on his knees. “Just...give me a moment.”

Tony fumbled with the bags, managing to shift them all onto one hand, freeing the other so he could take Loki’s arm. He led his husband to a bench and sat him down.

“Do you feel sick again?” Tony asked, palming Loki’s forehead. His hand came away clammy. “ Do you need some water?”

Loki nodded his head to the first question, and shook his head to the second. His throat bobbed up and down erratically as though he was trying very hard not to lose the content of his stomach in front of all these people.

“I’m calling Stephen.”

“No!” Loki lunged to try to snatch the phone out of Tony’s hand, but the sudden movement sent a jolt of pain like a knife to his stomach. He doubled over and moaned in pain.

“Loki.” Tony dropped onto the bench and placed a hand on the small of Loki’s back. “Shit, shit, shit.” He stabbed the speed dial on his phone and began to pace. “Come on, come on, pick up.”

By a stroke of fortune, Stephen answered before the first dial tone ended, his “Yeah?” a cross between irritable and amused.

“We have a situation,” Tony said tensely.

“That bad, huh?”

Stephen’s indifference was expected given Tony’s propensity for drama, but today was not the day. "Strange, I’m not kidding. I think you need to come get us.“

"Loki may not have the patience for fresh produce and mingling but I’m sure I can trust you to keep him from terrorising the poor farmers for a few hours,” Stephen said, letting out a small chuckle at the imagery. “Or has he stabbed someone already?”

Tony remained uncharacteristically silent.

“Tony?” Stephen began to feel uneasy. “Please tell me Loki did not actually stab someone?”

“Loki’s not feeling well."

There was a sudden pause. When next Stephen spoke, his voice sounded strange. "Well, come on home.”

Loki lifted his head, as though he was listening in on the conversation all along.

“Can you walk?” Tony asked quietly. He helped Loki to his feet, only to regret it a second later. He did not think it was possible for Loki’s face to go that many shades paler, but it did.

Tony cradled the phone to his ear and quickly pushed his swaying husband back onto the bench. “Yeah…that’s a negative.”

Another pause ensued; thankfully it was a shorter one this time.

“Stay where you are.”

TBC

#ironstrangefrost #frostiron #strangefrost #ironstrage #pregnant loki #mpreg #mpreg loki #fic

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hellothirteenhere · 3 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen x Harry Potter

I feel as though every fandom has that obligatory multichapter Harry Potter!AU. Of course, that’s not to say that our amazing writers hadn’t been writing fic within this universe. (For example, check out seadawnn’s ‘Conquest of Hearts’ - Wholesome™ Itafushi that makes me smile every time I read it.) But I’m interested in seeing how a full-blown Jujutsu Kaisen universe would be like in an alternate Harry Potter-setting. So! I’ve been thinking long and hard about how it would play out and here are my headcanons for our very own Golden Trio! Couldn’t quite place them definitively in their Hogwarts Houses, so I would love to hear your opinions on where each of them should go, as well as your own personal headcanons.

Yuuji Itadori | Gryffindor/Hufflepuff (5th Year)

Ok, so here's the thing: typical shonen protagonist conventions tells me to put Yuuji Itadori in Gryffindor. And it makes complete sense! We see that he's brave - fucking demon possesses you and all you say is "What are you doing with my body?"?. But he's also willing to admit when he gets scared, like when he first faced a Special Grade. GryffindorJock!Itadori who is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team is a mental image I'm not willing to let go of anytime soon. However, Yuuji is also an incredibly kind individual who just wants to save other people. Hufflepuff!Yuuji is that guy who is popular with everyone at Hogwarts, he cooks meatballs in the kitchens at midnight as he talks to the house elves as though they were close friends, and he would definitely take a curse or two in order to save his friends if the situation calls for it.

Background

Yuuji grew up as a mostly normal kid. Sure, there had been strange (almost magical, somehow) instances here or there but he was an energetic enough child that it never really occurred to him to dwell on them for too long.

As long as he could remember, it was just him and his grandfather. Supposedly, Yuuji had an older brother. But for some reasons that his grandfather refuse to tell him; he had to go away when Yuuji had been very young. He doesn’t even remember what his older brother looked like. But then again, Yuuji can’t even remember what their parents had been like - so he doesn’t really feel as though there was anything lacking in his upbringing. After all, how can you miss something you never had?

On his eleventh birthday, his grandfather solemnly sits Yuuji down and tells him that he was a wizard. He was a “Pureblood” - and potentially very powerful - wizard. His grandfather had been born a squib but he had known enough to explain to Yuuji the basics of the world that his parents had once belonged to.

Imagine: “Yer a wizard, Yuuji.” “….Sweet.”

His grandfather then hands him two things:

First, a letter from some Hog-Wash-Hagwarts?? Warthog? School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that he was to attend. His parents had gone there as well to learn magic.

Second, a long, sturdy piece of polished wood. When grandfather had taken it out of its box, Yuuji had looked at the wand skeptically - almost a hundred percent sure that the entire thing was one huge joke. But his grandfather was no prankster, after all, because as soon as his fingertips touched its surface, he felt a warm glow rush into his fingertips.

According to his grandfather, the wand had been his mother’s, passed on to his grandfather for safekeeping after she had died all those years ago.

When asked about the whereabouts of his father’s wand, his grandfather’s face turned dark. It was with Yuuji’s older brother, he said. His older brother who had also been attending the same school that he would be.

Headcanons

Itadori is one of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts students of their year. He also gets great grades for Charms and, much to everyone’s surprise, Potions. A Chaotic Good™ through-and-through, Itadori tends to forget to follow the very strict instructions that Potions Master Kento Nanami wrote at the blackboard, and yet despite eyeballing the ingredients, his Potion turns out great every time. HOW? No one knows.

His dorm room is filled with Muggle posters - it just feels too weird to have a magical poster of a tall woman with a big ass greeting him every time he woke up or entered his dorm room. He learned the hard way that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing when Todo gifted him a moving poster of Jennifer Lawrence.

He tries his best to collect Chocolate Frog cards, bless his heart - but he always tend to lose them in the journey between Hogwarts and his home every summer. Little does he know that Kugisaki and Toge pilfer the ultra-rare ones that he somehow manages to pull in a semi-regular basis.

Megumi Fushiguro | Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw (5th Year)

Primarily, I want Ravenclaw!Megumi Fushiguro as an aesthetic. We already know that he likes to read non-fiction books in his spare time (babes, i love you but that is nerd behavior), and he's shown that he's very sharp and intuitive when it comes to battles. He is also very knowledgeable about the Jujutsu World. Also, pretty boy looks damn good in blue. I can just imagine Megumi as the quiet, brooding Ravenclaw who is somehow friends with every insane person in Hogwarts. However, Hufflepuff!Megumi embodies who he is as a character. He's loyal to his friends and family, selfless when it comes to protecting the others, and he's willing to work hard behind the scenes even if he doesn't get recognition for it. We also saw how Megumi was willing to be the sacrifice bunt if it meant that Kugisaki had the chance to move forward during the baseball scene.

Background

Megumi came from an aristocratic Pureblood family, the Ancient and Most Noble House of Zenin. An extremely powerful wizarding family rumored to be distant relatives of Salazar Slytherin himself. Only - his father Toji had been born a Squib who married his mother just to spite his conservative family. Much to his surprise, however, Megumi was born not only an incredibly talented wizard but also the first parseltongue of the Zenin family in years.

Professor Gojo - back when he was still an Auror and not the DADA instructor at Hogwarts - came to the Fushiguro family household after he had apprehended Fushiguro Toji or, as the wizarding world commonly knows him as: the Sorcerer Killer. Much to his surprise, he doesn't find Toji's wife nor his stepdaughter - instead, he finds tiny Megumi talking to his pet garden snake, Orochi. He ended up taking Megumi under his wing, letting him live at the Gojo family’s home and later taking him to Diagon Alley a week before he started in Hogwarts.

Gojo buying Megumi his pet owl, Nue.

No, YOU’RE crying.

Of course, the Zenin family kick up a fuss about custody. It's only Gojo's status as the strongest wizard alive - as well as his well-placed threat to make the knowledge that the notorious Sorcerer Killer had once been a Zenin known to the wizarding world - that keeps them quiet.

Headcanons

Megumi's best subject is Care of Magical Creatures - though he’s also great at Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. Students are, by school regulations, only really allowed one (1) pet (an owl/cat/toad). And legally, Megumi has his horned owl, Nue. It is, however, an open secret within the Hogwarts community that Megumi Fushiguro walks around the castle with his pet snake Orochi wrapped around his wrist under his cloak. No one questions that Megumi arrives at Hogsmeade, conveniently trailed by the same black and white dogs every weekend. His roommates learn to turn their heads the other way when the bunnies under Megumi’s bed escape their cage.

He used the expansion charm in order to house his ever-growing collection of pets. Imagine Newt Scamander’s suitcase but, instead of a large sprawling space, it’s a cozy room filled with books and pets and pet paraphernalia.

He’s not competitive enough to play Quidditch, but he attends every game to support his friends. He also attends their practices sometimes but just sits at the pitch to read his book, do homework, or take a nap.

Half-Veela!Megumi make brain go brrrrr

Kugisaki Nobara| Slytherin/Gryffindor (5th Year)

Out of everyone, I had the hardest time placing the Kugisaki. I feel as though Slytherin!Kugisaki is the girl who dropped everything in order to go live in the city - the girl who was willing to do anything, even join a career with a high possibility of dying, just to follow her dreams. She is unapologetic about being herself, highly resourceful, and is one luxurious queen. But Kugisaki is also incredibly brave - unafraid to stand up for the girl who was being ostracized by everyone in their part of the countryside. I implore you to imagine Gryffindor!Kugisaki pulling the Sword of Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat in order to save other people.

Background

Kugisaki is a Muggleborn who used to live in the quiet countryside. She’s an incredibly talented witch who started showing signs of magic at an early age - something that had frightened her, especially because it was clear that it also frightened her parents. She tried to suppress her abilities, trying to fit into society for a while - that is, until a girl named Saori moved in from the city.

Saori had been a Pureblood witch who had grown up in the Wizarding World. She had been the first person told Kugisaki that her magic was a blessing instead of a freak of nature or something that she had to hide. Saori talked to Kugisaki about the wonders of their world that she would one day get to take part in. She told Kugisaki about Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and all these wonderful places that she would get to go to.

However, because they were a Pureblood family, Saori and her family did not know how to integrate within the Muggle community. Not too long after their arrival, horrible rumors about their family started spreading - that they were cultists, satan worshippers, etc. Eventually, they decided to move away from the country. Before leaving, Saori made Kugisaki promise to find each other one day and to never turn back on who she truly is.

When Kugisaki first received her letter from Professor Shoko Ieiri who mysteriously appeared in their doorstop the night of her eleventh birthday, the professor explained to her parents about magic and the wizarding - only, Kugisaki was only half listening.

Unlike her parents, she wasn’t surprised one bit - it was only a matter of time, after all, and she was finally going to get to go to Hogwarts. Surely, Saori had already graduated by the time she entered but it was definitely one step closer to finding her childhood friend.

Headcanons

Kugisaki has pretty good grades all around - but she is definitely known as the best in their year at Charms. She also has great grades at Defense Against the Dark Arts. She and Yuuji definitely almost failed History of Magic, though. They have too much energy to just sit quietly and take notes in class - especially one taught by a ghost.

Every store owner in Hogsmeade knows Kugisaki by name - and by extention, they know Yuuji and Megumi too. She has long since mastered the art of dragging her friends all around the shops and still not paying a single Knut by the end of their Hogsmeade visit. At the end of every visit, Yuuji and Megumi swears that it would be the last time and yet, every visit, she still manages to wrangle both of them into coming with her

In Potions, Kugisaki is a force to be reckoned with. Her cauldron always appeared to be on the verge of exploding and yet, somehow, a supernatural force (or by the sheer strength of her own willpower) seem to keep her from completely fucking up every time.

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COMING UP

Slytherin!Sukuna Ryoumen

Ex-Auror-turned-DADA-Professor!Gojo

Potions-Master-not-Professor!Nanami

Slytherin!Maki Zenin

Ravenclaw!Inumaki Toge

Hufflepuff!Panda

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rvspberry · 3 years

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Cat boy Steve trying to cook/ BAKE??? something as a Christmas surprise???

(THIS WAS AN AMAZING ASK!!! And it ended up becoming a modern Catboy AU. And ended up longer than I expected. Anon, I hope you enjoy.)

Steve’s never baked cookies before. He’s never baked *anything* before, to be honest, and he’s never really thought about trying his hand at doing things in the kitchen until now. Billy cooks for them, mostly because Steve can burn water because he gets so easily distracted, ears twitching at every little noise and tail flicking with each new interest that catches his attention.

But the thing is… the thing is, Steve turns on the Hallmark channel the second week of December and watches romcom after romcom with people baking cakes and pies and whole Christmas dinners to show their love. Steve could maybe try cookies. They seem easy enough.

And, like, it sounds cool. Making cookies for Billy. Showing his love through something homemade. Like, he works part-time at Family Video, and he already bought Billy something small, something he could afford. But giving Billy something he put his heart into? Something made with love and care? Something he made with his own two hands?

The way the movies make it out, that’s the best thing he could ever offer to Billy, cookies worth their weight in gold.

It can’t be that hard, right?

So Steve turns to his first source of knowledge anytime he needs to find out how to do something new.

YouTube.

He’s a visual learner, okay? He likes being able to see the steps laid out in real time.

His attention span shoots for the sixty-second video where they do a run-through of the steps to making the perfect chocolate chip cookies. It’s long enough to hold his attention, short enough to keep him focused, and he feels so confident watching it that he goes out and buys all the ingredients he needs. He’s whistling to himself through the grocery store, smiles at the cashier, and when he gets home, he still feels utterly confident.

Until the batter comes out a lot more liquid than solid. The chocolate chips fall off the spoon before he can even scoop them up. Steve winces, but he followed the directions. Even if the directions didn’t have anything like measurements. He kind of eyeballs each ingredient. Two sticks of butter, two eggs, a cup each of flour and sugar, a hefty scoop of baking powder - and then the chocolate chips. But…

It looks weird.

It’s not right.

Steve dips his pinky into the batter and tastes it. It’s bitter, and not sweet enough. He still goes through with it, spooning the liquidy mixture onto the cookie sheet and popping it into the oven.

The oven is a whole other experience entirely, because Steve doesn’t know what the numbers really mean. He pushes a few until the numbers read 2-0-0. That seems like a long time, right? Or is it temperature? Whatever. It works.

...Except the video says to leave the cookies in the oven for 10-15 minutes, and when he pulls them out, they’re still raw. So he pops them back in for 20 minutes. 30 minutes. An hour passes, and they seem to grow more disgusting with every minute that passes.

When he finally pulls them out, somehow raw on top and burnt on the bottom and sides, Steve tosses the whole thing - cookies, tray, and all.

Billy comes home later and crinkles his nose. “Did you burn something, babe?”

“No!” Steve is quick to reply, eyes wide when he looks up at Billy from his spot on the couch where he’d been laying in the sun earlier. “Nope. Not at all.”

“Okay…” Billy drawls, his eyes gazing over at Steve with confusion until he spots something and smiles. Strutting over to Steve, Billy reaches out and rubs his thumb over Steve’s cheek. “You got some flour on you.”

Steve lets out a yelp and flies to the bathroom to wash up properly, Billy snickering behind him.

Steve tries again the next week, the week before Christmas. Surely he can master it if he tries to follow a longer video, right? Something with measurements. Something that’s foolproof. And when the batter is finished, with Steve’s focus narrowing enough for him to measure every little ingredient out, it looks just like the video. He pulls it up on his phone, ears twitching as he listens intently.

He follows every step to the T, to the dotted ‘i.’ The sets the “bake” thing to 3-7-5 and puts the sheet inside to begin with. Even waits as the numbers turn from 1-0-0 to 1-2-0, thinking that he must wait 120 minutes for the oven to hear up. He groans when the 1-0-0 turns to 1-2-0… Really? That long? That’s how long it takes to heat the oven?

By the time the oven beeps and the numbers read ‘3-7-5,’ Steve has gotten distracted licking his paws and visibly startles into action.

He places the tray into the oven and even turns on the timer somehow for ten minutes.

But then Steve goes to the living room and lays down on the couch in the sun and starts cleaning his tail, licking the backs of his hands to clean his ears. He doesn’t want Billy to know he’s made cookies until he steps into the kitchen and sees the beautiful pile of them on a plate on the counter. Wouldn’t that be something?

So, ten minutes turn into twenty, and the smell of smoke tinges the air.

Steve crinkles his nose at the scent, his senses more sensitive than a human’s, and then his eyes widen comically in fear.

“No, no, no! Not my cookies!!”

Steve rushes to the kitchen to drag the cookies out of the oven with a mitted-hand and lays them on the stove. Confusion tinges his expression - it curls at the edges of his mouth, curls his eyebrows up, makes him completely disinterested and distrustful of the process. These were going to be fool-proof. Steve-proof.

And he messed it up again.

He scrapes the burnt cookies off the tray into the trash can and soaks the tray in the sink as best as he can, given how tiny it is.

Steve’s tail twitches. How did he screw this batch so badly? How did he not hear the timer?

He realizes that only one person can really help him right now, and resolves to call Joyce Byers.

Steve is still smarting from his last attempt, so it takes him another few days to get around to calling her. By the time he does, it’s Christmas Eve.

But Joyce seems happy to help, one catperson to another, and offers up the recipe for her homemade snickerdoodles.

“Could you- could you tell me how to make them? All the ones I’ve tried end up terrible,” he says, wincing at the admission.

“Of course, Steve. Just stay on the phone with me. Put me on speaker so you can use both of your hands. And don’t hesitate to ask me any questions, okay?”

“Okay…”

So, Joyce talks him through properly measuring the ingredients, leveling them off with a knife.

She describes adding the sugar and butter together and calls it “creaming” which makes him fight back a snicker.

He adds the eggs carefully, once at a time, fishing out tiny pieces of eggshell to make sure no one gets that unpleasant surprise. He adds the vanilla, the dry ingredients, rolls them into little balls in a mix of cinnamon sugar, and places them carefully on a baking sheet.

Steve thinks to ask her about the oven numbers and feels like an idiot when she tells him it’s not the time left for preheating but the temperature climbing up to 350’.

Joyce even keeps him on the phone while the cookies bake, both of them sharing information about the latest campaigns of the party. Steve doesn’t have the attention to stay interested in a campaign for as long as they take to trudge through, everyone rolling, everyone making a decision, the boys fighting about what is and isn’t allowed… It’s a lot, and he feels a little better when Joyce agrees with him, both of them dissolving into laughter.

His tail flicks back and forth, casual and easy and contented, and when the timer goes off in the background, Steve actually hears it and Joyce reminds him to take the cookies out to let them cool.

When Billy gets home that night, Steve can’t help the smug smile on his face.

“Damn, I think the neighbor was baking cookies or something, it smells so good in the hallway!” Billy says, toeing off his boots. He stops in the doorway and sniffs the air curiously. His blue eyes turn on Steve, who can’t even pretend to be innocent as his ears are flicked ahead, alert, and his tail whips back and forth with anticipation. “Baby… did *you* bake cookies today?”

The slow smile that steals across Steve’s lips is no less smug, and his tail flicks excitedly. He perks up, licking his lips.

“Do you want to try one?” Steve asks, affecting a shy look right up until Billy nods. Then, Steve stands quickly, shoots his hand out to curl around Billy’s wrist and drags him into the kitchen.

There, on a simple paper plate, are the snickerdoodles Joyce helped him make. Completely harmless, and yet they hold a weight to them that Steve cannot describe.

Steve’s eyes are wide as he watches Billy pick one up, can practically feed his pupils dilating as Billy raises the cookie to his mouth and he takes a bite.

Billy tuns to face him suddenly and Steve’s ears flatten in preparation to be told that they’re terrible. For Billy to spit them out, or- or whatever. To do something that shows that Steve’s efforts were all for naught.

“Steve, these are *delicious*!” Billy exclaims, then shoves the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

“Really?” Steve asks. He looks at Billy through his lashes with his biggest, roundest eyes, a little pout on his lips.

“Baby, yes. Yes, they’re so fucking good,” Billy mumbles through a mouthful of cookie, chewing and swallowing what he had in his mouth. He pulls Steve into his arms and gives him a sweet kiss, the buttery-sugar-and-cinnamon flavor clinging to Billy’s lips. “Did you make these for me…?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes out, the weight on his shoulders lifting immediately. He ducks his head, trying to hide his grin.

Billy crowds him back against the counter, a hand on either side of Steve caging him in. Steve picks his chin up to lock eyes with Billy, who smiles warmly at him.

“Thank you,” Billy murmurs and turns his head to lean in and press their lips together. “They’re amazing. *You’re* amazing.”

Steve laughs softly and kisses Billy back, his hands moving up to slide into Billy’s hair. “You’re amazing, too. That’s why I made them for you. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, babe,” Billy whispers, and kisses Steve again.

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raging-violets · 3 years

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BTR: Patie //Ficlet// Break Out, Break Loose

Ficlet Notes: Set during 3x08, Big Time Babysitting

Pairing: Patie - Katie Knight and Patrick Jackson (OC)

Summary: With James and Carlos, sometimes it’s easier for Katie to tell them one thing to their face and mean another. A trip to the convenience store to play an arcade game was easier for them to understand than telling them she was going out to meet a boy.

Authored By: Rhuben

Tag List: Just tagging people I know who are BTR fans, or wanted to read more for the Jacksons @mystic-scripture @witchofinterest @juliesdahlias

Katie closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath of air, when James and Carlos activated their “sister force field” on her. She tilted her head back and let out a loud groan. The stupid “Katie Cage” again.

She should have seen it coming. She had to give them props, they did take their responsibilities seriously. But then again, they took their jobs too seriously! And it wasn’t like they had little sisters to they even knew what they were talking about. At least Kendall had figure out how to handle her a long time ago: leave her alone, give her access to food, maybe monitor her online gaming habits, and everything was all good.

But this?! Katie tried to duck under James and Carlos’s arms but they shifted quickly, cutting her off before she could really move. Quickly straightening, she tried to step over them and found herself being carried away from the door and dropped haphazardly onto the couch.With a huff of annoyance, she crossed her arms over her chest. This was just going too far!

“You can pout all you want, Katie, but we’re not letting you leave this apartment,” James said, lifting an eyebrow before staring her down with one of his neurotic stares.

She wasn’t going to pout. She was just going to get even more frustrated. All she wanted to do was go down to the convenience store and play an arcade game. She basically had free ranger of the whole entire Palm Woods. She even crawled through air ducts and rolled around in laundry carts for fun. So what was so hard about the idea of her going to the convenience store to play an arcade game by herself?

“Ok, ok,” she said, putting her hands up defensively, “I get it. You want me to stay here.” She wiggled her grimy fingers. “Can I at least wash my hands? Those air ducts were very filthy.” Once James and Carlos let her go, she stepped past them and into the bathroom. “Idiots.”

Katie immediately turned on the bathtub and sink faucets.Placing her hands on the edges of the sink, she let out a deep sigh and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Dull. Boring. Not anything like the beach babes here in California. Why would one of the hottest guys on the planet want to spend time with someone like her?

Lifting her hands she brushed her hair behind her ears, then pulled it forward in front of her shoulders, and then gathered her hair into her hands behind her head in a ponytail, turning her head this way and that. Then, her shoulders dropped, and she let out a sigh through her nose, dropping her hair.

Still, she reasoned, he wants to spend time with you. Her stomach started twisting at the thought. And her heartbeat quickened. She twisted her mouth to the side, trying to stop herself from smiling too wide. You! Out of everybody in LA! Biting down on her lower lip, she lifted up onto the balls of her feet in excitement and proceeded to wash her hands. Afterwards she put on a little bit of eyeliner, some lip gloss, and a spritz of perfume. Riley had warned her over and over, not to wear so much makeup that she looked like she was wearing a mask.

“Wear just enough,” Riley had coached, carefully brushing the tip of an eyepencil across Katie’s lower eyelids, “to make your eyes glow, yeah? Brown eyes aren’t boring, mate.”

“It feels like you’re scratching my eyeballs out,” Katie had complained. She didn’t get the whole wearing makeup thing like a lot of girls her age at the Palm Woods did. Their eyebrows looked more like airplane landing strips than eyebrows. Still, he wasn’t going to go to her mom for it, lest she wanted the “You’re growing up so fast” speech again.

“The burning means its working,” Riley had quoted. She had cracked a grin before carefully blowing at Katie’s eyes. “Ah, reckon I just need to sharpen the pencil. Otherwise, you’re all set!” She had grabbed Katie’s shoulders and finally turned her towards the mirror.

Katie’s results at her own hand wasn’t as good as how Riley had made her look, but overall she was still happy. Her eyes did seem lighter, and have a certain glow to them. Clasping her fingers together on the sink, she let out a cleansing breath and then wiped her suddenly clammy hands on the towel before making her escape.

The closer she got to the convenience store, the more nervous she found herself getting. First with constantly adjusting the strap to her bag to make sure it wasn’t pulling at her hair. Then stopping in the windows of each store she passed to check her hair and that she wasn’t sweating off her makeup. Checking that her clothes hung on her in a flattering way. Most importantly, that she didn’t smell. But none of that did anything to quell the super-sized gigantic butterflies that flapped around in her stomach and tickled her ribs the second she spotted him waiting outside the convenience store.

Only someone like the Patrick Jackson could for look so cool just waiting outside of a store. It was unfair how someone like him could wear a simple sweatshirt (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows), a black and yellow plaid shirt tied around his waist, and distressed dark wash jeans and look like he just stepped off the pages of a magazine. Whereas anyone else could try it and look like they didn’t know how to dress themselves.

Still, the lopsided grin he gave her as she walked up to him, equally calmed her nerves, and made her suddenly want to give in to the giggles that had risen up in her chest.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, she thought, this isn’t a date. You’re just hanging out.

“Hey,” he greeted, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. “You made it.”

“I said I’d be here,” Katie said with a shrug, “and I’m here.”

“Cool.” Patrick reached up a hand to scratch the back of his neck, adjusting the collar of his sweatshirt.

“Yeah.” Katie slowly nodded, pressing her lips together. She lifted up onto the balls of her feet before lowering. “So, you want to go play?”

“Yeah, sure,” Patrick replied. They reached for the door handle at the same time. Katie quickly snatched her hand back, feeling her face burn.

“Sorry.”

“S’cool,” Patrick replied with a shrug, pulling the door open. Cool air washed over them and he motioned her inside. Katie gave him a smile of thanks, stepping across the threshold of the store, completely aware of the hand he gently placed on the small of her back. “I just hope you’re ready to lose.”

Katie snorted, rolling her eyes. She hit him in the chest with the back of her hand for good measure. “I’ll have you know that I’ve never lost a game,” she said. She prodded Patrick in the chest. “In fact, that’s why I’m not allowed to play Biohazard Blast anymore.”

“And you just took all that into online poker, right? Patrick asked, lifting an eyebrow, massaging his chest with his hand. Katie grinned, shrugging her shoulders modestly. “Try growing up in my family. You don’t know competitiveness. It’s why Ronan banned us from playing laser tag, or glow golf. Or darts. Or go karts. Or really anything he reckons we can come up with when we’re bored. It was too much of a blood bath.”

“We’ll just see about that,” Katie said with a challenging smile. “Loser buys ice cream?”

“Done.” Patrick patted his hands with his stomach. “I haven’t eaten yet today, but I know you hate spending money, so I won’t make you buy a lot.”

“What a gentleman,” Katie said deadpan and Patrick laughed.

“Ladies first,” he said, motioning for her to lead the way to the arcade games section. He fell into step beside her. They were both silent for a moment. Then he said, “Um, by the way, your makeup looks nice today.”

“Thanks.” Katie gave him a quick smile. “I was just trying some stuff out. That’s all.”

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“Hey, guys,” Katie chirped, wiggling her fingers in a small wave, spotting James and Carlos at the end of the hallway. She quickly slipped into Apartment 2J, trying to hide the wide smile on her face. She already had to force herself to walk as normally as possible, to stop herself from wanting to skip.

God, she couldn’t believe just spending some time with a boy made her so giddy.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the confused looks and incoherent babbling James and Carlos went through as they tried to understand how she had managed to slip out of the Palm Woods apartment. They really were idiots; she had watched them as she grew up. How else could she have figured out how to disappear from one place and pop up in another without being detected?

Still, it was easier to just tell them what they wanted to hear: “It’s way more fun hanging out with you guys than playing some stupid game at a convenience store.” She followed that up with a simple smile and an offer to finish the puzzle they were working on. They would need all the help they could get with it, anyway. Just as she settled a piece into the already built border, she felt her phone vibrate against her hip and she removed it from her pocket.

Glancing back and forth between James and Carlos who were bent far over the table, searching for the next piece to the puzzle, she settled back against the couch cushions, holding her phone close to her face.

Patrick: Had fun today. Rematch?

Katie: Anytime, anywhere

Katie: And thanks for walking me back to the PW

She paused for a moment, thumbs hovering over the screen to decide which emoji would be best to use. A smiley face? Because she was happy that he offered. A winky face? Because it was a short walk, and it wasn’t like she was goign to get lost. No emoji at all? His response saved her the trouble.

Patrick: Anytime, anywhere

Katie: :)

#big time rush #ficlet #katie knight #oc: patrick jackson #patie #big time babysitting #authored by: rhuben #by: rhuben #i love writing them so much #they're too cute #too pure #got the idea for this during a rewatch #idea might appear again in a future btr fic

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Welcome to the Party! (Part 2)

DisneyHades x Reader Imagine

Warning: Some small cusses, some force-fullness don’t worry. He can be respectful enough...

Continuing off Part 1! (wowza now...its time for some shut eye..ha!)

You sigh and lean into the comfort of the red armchair while massaging your head. Aphrodite’s golden hair illuminating this dull backstage prep room.With the entertainment pushed out of it, it’s much more personal and quieter.

A room you rather not be in after Aphrodite asked about what you were feeling for a particular god of death that has your mind bouncing off the walls. Aphrodite is studying you as you do this, and you try not to notice but it’s making this whole, “what is going on with me”, process a little bit harder to handle.

Having the actual Goddess of love hinting to your blooming crush on a god that doesn’t have quite the positive record, let’s just say, no letters of recommendation are being written for him anytime soon, made you melt. After a few minutes of this quiet brooding and her silent but loud observation she leans forward and gently brushes you hand away from your forehead and runs her thumb over the spot with a smile, before taking both her hands and placing them on the sides of your cheeks using her thumbs to massage the corner of your eyes.

“Come on, stand up with me.” You stand slowly and play with your hair a bit, trying to hide your noticeable blushing.

“You do. It’s obvious.”

Your face grows warm, and it’s not just her words. Woah, her whole aura had this soothing jittery feeling about it. You absolutely see why she is the goddess of love. Because you were loving how soft her hands fel-

“Hey” she snaps, “stay with me, head above the waves little pearl” she says with a snicker. Aphrodite locks eyes with you and you nod sheepishly, and her eyes light up.

“Yes…yes you do!”

She bops your nose with the tip of her finger and takes her hands away begins to pace around in front of you hand covering her mouth, her eyes furrowed in thought.

“You see. The thing is I don’t understand it!” She stops pacing the sudden stop of clicking from her golden heels drew your attention back to her eyes as she faced you. Her golden hair swinging lazily at her feet, pink and gold illuminating brightly from around her.

“I mean yeah, I often saw you two, talking. At the reunions and the parties.” She taps her foot and looks into your eyes. “I mean, back then yeah. I sensed something but, it was so” she pinches her fingers together “teensy weensy I thought it was just basic appreciation but now. Woah, you’re coming off loud and clear sister.”

“Yeah it seems I have developed a crush.” You say as you pull at the sides of your dress in tenseness.

She takes in a sharp breath, “For Hades. The Lord of the Underworld I will add.”

“I mean. I don’t want to say this honey, but ha… what am I saying? I actually do!” She presses her hands together and shakes them for emphasis.

“HADES. ISN’T. A. GOOD. GUY!” she plots her hands on her waist.

“He prays on the weak and disadvantage. He literally captured all the gods using Titans. TITANS and then proclaimed himself king of Mount Olympus before getting his ass handed to him by Hercules!” she looks down at you with astonished eyes. “Its surprising to me we even allowed him to stay here once we realized he snuck into the party! I mean, Zeus was just about ready to ask him to step out when -” She eyes you up and down with an upset look on her face but it softened as she looked at you longer.

“He saw you and him enjoying each other’s company and that, that surprised him” I mean, he already punished Hades…the whole, trapped in the Styx and then the confinement for a few hundred years in that pocket dimension. It made him rethink is action to intervene but your father woah!”

“Yes, he. He actually told me all about the, imprisonment.” you softly say as you begin to remember the time you spent together a few weeks ago.

“Oh really, and how did that go?”

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A few weeks ago…

You set your offering bowl onto the barren ground just as the torn books from the library had told you and you hold out your hands. “Hades, Lord of the Dead. I call upon you…” you open your eyes and wait for a few moments, looking around you waiting for a poof, a flame something. As you stood upon the top this hill, without a sound but the wind and a few birds. You lower you hands and frown at the offering and intricate sigil you had drawn on the ground with silver ash. “Come on, its me. (y/n).”

The ground rumbles beneath you and you step back from the offering. But the shaking grew worse and you found yourself on your ass with dust tossing up in your face. You cover your eyes and start spitting out the dust that flew into your mouth and wave around your hands trying to see again. “HELLooo MOrtal…yOu CaAAlled?” echoed a sing-songed disembodied voice.

“Oh GODS whats with ground breaking introduction?!” you burst with a laugh. After the dust settles your greeted with the curling smoke and black robe right of in front of you. You watch as one of the smoke wisps reach out towards you and curls itself beneath your chin, surprisingly angling your head up to the broad bodied, sharp cheek boned, extra chinned, smug looking face of Hades himself.

“Went a little overboard on the entrance huh?” he chuckled as he leaned over and hovered an outstretched hand in front of you. “Need a lift?” You look down at his sharpened fingers and then back up at his pleased face. “Yeah to both questions.” You answer as you place your hand in his, automatically feeling a wave of cold wash through you. “Up and at ‘em” with one tug you lift to your feet, the movement made you stagger once you stood up and he placed an unexpected arm under yours holding you up.

“Aay, looks like you just left Happy Hour at Dion-and Wine!” he laughs at his own joke as you get over the wooziness that suddenly washed over you. “Staggering, falling over, does little (y/n) need a designated driver back home to her little pond?”

You give him an ugly look and move away his hands that had settled themselves onto you for quite long enough “I don’t live in a pond.” Hades shrugs and dusts off his hands.

“Stream, Lake, Sea. Whatever literally floats your boat alright? You still live with your pops, right? I mean in this economy it’s understandable…” You brush yourself off and watch as Hades glides, arms behind his back, past you to look at the valley below.

“Every so often, I make visits…” your voice trails off as he glances back to you with a sharp toothed grin.

“Nice set up may I add, a bit eh, extra. But I love the whole, sigil fruit basic scenario…old school I like it.” He looks back towards the valley stretching out his arms with a loud exhale verbal exhale. “Ahh, change in elevation. Makes me feel weird, especially after being down under, for so long.” He rolls his shoulders and cracks a few knuckles with a shocking pop and turns around sliding back in front of you, towering over you with a smile and the weak smell of death that hung in the air when the winds didn’t blow as hard. He made you both intimidated but eased. It was terribly frustrating. “So, let’s get down to business huh? Or did your pretty little face just wanna chat with little ol’ me?” he takes his finger and brushes it against your cheek but you don’t move away and his touch lingers there for a second longer then slides down and away from you, his grin growing wider and his eyebrows more furrowed and you noticed a few drops of sweat trailing down the side of his face.

“Yeah. I’m ready to talk.” He claps at your response.

“Alriiiight, good. So, what’s on your mind Bambi, what kinda thing did you want my assistance with?” He stretches out his fingers and moves them in the air as if he was about to cast a few spells. “I mean, it’s been a bit. But I feel like I still got it.” He chuckles as he makes a cloud of smoke manifest from his hands. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” He gives you a sheepish grin holding up a finger “W-wait just a moment” he scowls as he shakes his hands, the sound of a match hitting a tinderbox complements it and a sudden burst of flames causes you to move back as you shielded your eyes. “WOAH, THERE WE GO!” the flames die down and he gives you a wink as he blows out a flicker on his fingertip.

Your raise an eyebrow and place your hands on your hips. “I’m not here to make a deal Hades I just- wait what do you mean by that? Weren’t you released from the Underworld like 6 months ago? Haven’t you been in action for a while even before your release and doesn’t a few years seem like seconds in a gods eyes?” his grin slowly turns into a grimace as his focus turns to the ground at your feet.

“Haha- yeah…NOT like 6 months ago babe.” You watch him close his eyes as his blue flames start flickering widely on his head turning redder by the second and traveling down his neck as if someone poured oil on the back of his head. But he stopped that, and he shook himself off letting out a “Yeash” and popping his collar while returning your eye contact with a strained smile, the vein on his neck straining. “See. That isn’t even half of it I did more time than you may think sweetie. Yeah- I’ve had my few months out, but that doesn’t compare to the- “FeW YeARS” (he mocks) - I spent. IN.” He leans forward with the last word and gestures his hands hard in the air, his flames flaring up before simmering down.

“I don’t understand-“

He hold up a hand and rolls his eyes “-Let me just, clue you in, for a moment.” He snaps and two dark blue rattan armchairs appear behind you both. “Take a seat.” He gives you a closed mouth smile and you lower yourself in your chair as he does the same. “Drink, something to nosh?” a martini glass and an… eyeball… on a toothpick appear in his hands.

“No thanks.” You shudder as you watched him pop the eyeball in his mouth.

“More for me, anyways-“ he smiles and waves his now free hand in the air.

“Yes. Let me start from the beginning, you know what happened right?”

You lean on the arm of the chair and sigh. “Yes, you decided hey fuck the underworld why not take over Olympus, and imprison all who oppose me, killing millions by letting the Titans wreak havoc across the earth!”

He chokes on the sip from his drink and coughs a bit while laughing and you look at him puzzled as he slaps his knee with a grin “HA! Wow, such snarkiness love the vivid yet right to the point explanation. But see, I would change a few words like “imprison” to more like, “confine” sounds a lot nicer. A forced vacation even.” He nods and you glare at his calm expression.

“Yeah right” you mutter.

“Glad you agree!” He muffles as he drinks the last drop from his glass. He looks into his glass as if expecting something else and then poofs it away, focusing his blackened eyes right back on you. “But you don’t see the big picture. I bet your daddy dearest gave you the rendition one night as a spooky bedtime story. Ooooh, big bad Hades…”

“But you see, all of them up their own their little cloud, have always thought I was bad news. Labeled me, based on my looks alone!” He gestures to the sky and scrunches up his face. “Even earlier than the moment I was first assigned this position in the Underworld, unwillingly I may add, I’ve been treated with little to no respect.” His fire started to grow, and you clutched the arm of your chair.

“Treated me just as Zeus’s baby brother, who was always the top-dog, saving the universe, being the golden god and the twinkle in all humanities eyes. But no one even talks or acknowledges my part in the whole striking down daddy part of history or the hard work I do everyday JUST TO PREVENT THE EARTH. From being infested by the residents of the afterlife, no sirree!” he grumbles. The smoke at his feet curling up eerily around his chair.

“Ive been handed a job, no one wanted to handle and practically confined to it like a jail cell, which ha catch this, actually turn out to be one for me. FOR MORE THAN A FEW YEARS SWEETHEART!” His voice was sharp and full of bubbling anger and his hands did the same as yours except it was now smothered in smoke.

“After I finally was pulled out of the Styx by none other than Zeus, talk about that encounter, after they let me stew in that soul pit for a good while. I was exiled to this special little jail dimension just for Hades! And left there, to sit for at least, I don’t know… 2,000 -6,000 years?!!”

You sit up in your seat, “Wait what? That makes no sense, you were down for less than that.”

“Yeah, that’s only because they knew that without me, literally all hell would break loose, so they trapped me in some kind of alternate time zone that felt like a perpetual 3:00am at a mall parking lot. Just so I wouldn’t be out of the job for too long. How very kind of them.” He snarls his eye contact not breaking away from yours, his stare was increasingly becoming harder to bare. “But I had absolutely NOTHING to do expect boil and ruminate new ways of getting my well-deserved payback yet after a while even that grew stale. I grew more and more distant from this reality. They say time flies when you’re a god? Well even THAT was even too long for me. So I just slept. Yes. Slept. Until they popped the lock and sprung me out with their sullen faces and worthless words of forgiveness and broken promises of respect.” He hissed through his teeth. His flames now danced around his elbows and he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, while a wisp of smoke started traveling to you. You scoot back a bit, but the smoke follows and followed by another they wrap themselves around the legs of your chair and begin slowly scooting you close to him. Your heartbeat was racing, fight or flight instincts kicking in. The mood going on here felt like it was about to take a sour turn.

“So, YEAH. I wanted a heap load of revenge, so?” he continued rubbing his eyes and he rested on the armchair. “I deserve MORE, I deserve RESPECT, I deserve HAPPINESS! They had it coming to them. Let me be the villain alright, but again, they deserved it and still do.”

The air was now humid. You felt both concerned for him and astonished by his words. But then his tone took a sudden shift.

“But ever since I met you my little lady…” his voice grew huskier and he peaked through his fingers at you with a mischievous smile. His breathing heavy and loud as his chest moved up and down. You pulled your feet up on the chair as you were pulled closer to him. The dragging of the earth beneath the legs of the chair bumping you here and there.

“I’ve found some…pleasure amidst all that unpleasantness…” Your chair pulled right up in front of him, within arms distance and a steam of smoke rose from his lips as he breathed out.

“Now, I thought I was just going to, go on with my plan…” His smoke rises up your chair and playfully dances around your body, wrapping around you, poking your sides.

“H-Hey, woah there…” you stutter in a tense chuckle but he gives this no attention.

“Starting with you , which was to slowly slaughter all the little demi-mortal children of those complete idiots, just slow enough for none of the suspicion to be aimed towards me, just happy little accidents.” He scrunches his nose with a smile while one of his smoke tendrils brush against your face and hook your chin pulling you forward.

You pull back and it dissipates, and he grunts. “Holding a few for security.” He sings and you feel even more nervous and you stand up and try backing away but his smoke tangles you up and pulls you off your feet and…onto his…lap. Your face grows frightenly warm, and it wasn’t coming from him!

Your feet dangle over the armchair and his finger begin to walk their way down your leg on top of your dress. His other hand securing you down in place by the waist. “That was going to be my start, but-” He watches eagerly as he reaches the end of your dress near the bare calf of your leg and his grip tightens on your waist.

“-I thought one night, you know the third time we met, that…I should just, chill out for a bit…enjoy the-” His eyes trail back to your eyes and he bites his lip, sharp fangs poking through, his eyebrows raised and relaxed. “-sweet things. And oh, I was blessed with the sweetest most fascinating thing right before me baby cakes.” You place your hands on his chest and push off him, and right onto your feet. “I didn’t come for this Hades.” you scowl, and he smirks as he rises from his chair, following every step back you made. But your blushing. Why were you blushing. Why had you felt sorry for him? Why did you feel sorry but still angry at him?!

“Come on, you should be glad! You changed something in me, redirected my whole plan and don’t think I can’t see it in your eyes~” he sings as he holds out and hand, but you refuse and continue backing up “You see nothing.” You jeer and he only swoons and holds out his arms to you theatrically. “Come to the Underworld with me doll, we meet only briefly, but every time its like paradise!” You stop only for a second and he pulls you into him by the lower back, he looks down at you with such lust you could barely stand it. “I don’t. I cant-”

“Then why beseech me In the first place?” his voice grew cold and the air around you grew thick.

“I wanted to tell you..” his eyes squint as he awaits your words “That despite whatever we may have shared previous to today. That I wasn’t interested in any type of “adventure” with you, despite how much you’ve asked me!”

His face scowls for only a second but then bounces back to a small grin and he lets you go.

“Fine. Understood. Then I have no business here then hmm?” He walks past you towards the offerings you left to summon him. “Pomegranate? Ah, so cliché…but appreciate the offer.”

“Wait, your…you’re not going to do anything to me? Especially after spilling all your plans?” you say this and then automatically feel regretful.

He stops and turns his head to you still smiling, rather eerily. “No. Matter of fact. Because first of all. Not my plans anymore and second.” He turns around, his hands behind his back, “I trust you won’t go telling everyone.” Your breathing slows “I have a feeling, that…you wouldn’t want me getting into any trouble with the other gods, especially your father…” he chuckles as he runs a hand through his blue flames. “I have a feeling that, you’ve started to acknowledge the feeling of that figurative heart-shaped arrow in your spine sweetheart.”

He breathes in deeply and closes his eyes before opening them lazily “and I’m willing to wait even longer until you admit itm and when that time comes. Then you will come with me and we will…explore something beautiful…” his voice is so deep and seductive and you feel angry at yourself for thinking so, “ See ya later toots.” The blank smoke surrounded him and he was gone.

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(back to the present)

“It was a lot to handle all at once”.

You say softly to Aphrodite with a weak smile. “But I kept on seeing him after that and tonight, I’ve found that I really can’t deny these feelings any longer.”

You let out an angry exhale and look at the ceiling.

“I know that he isn’t…the best…I just can’t ignore him for some reason, he keeps pulling me in!” you say, smiling nervously as you did.

“Aww dear…I understand. Mortals and Gods alike all tend to fall for the “bad boys” she air quotes. “But this isn’t no boy.” She snaps her finger. “He’s not just bad. He’s lousy, abominable, beastly!” She points to you with a smirk “and not in that way sister, I sensed that little emotion of yours…” You blush and look at the door for a moment, hearing occasional shouts and something crashing. She clicks her tongue, “Honey eyes back here. Forget whatever’s going on out there…” She saunters up to you gesturing to one chair and it moves behind her and she sits down so that she can easily talk to you. Listen to me.” She leans over and holds your hands in hers. “I’m just…” she lets out a deep breath before gazing into your eyes in silence for a few moments. “Tell me…why you like him.”

You looked into the mirror across from you, studying your own reflection.

“I know, he isn’t a hundred percent a good guy, I’ve heard.” You look her in the eyes with a playful grin. “Especially from Hercules and practically every other god I’ve ever came across.” You close your eyes and mock a swoon, and this makes Aphrodite roll her eyes in a quivering grin.

“But I can’t stop these feelings! Its maddening! Whenever we talk, I find myself blushing inside. It’s annoying, there’s obviously some part of him I like!” “I- I know he isn’t an image of an angelic being, but I don’t feel as if he’s all bad either, I feel that he’s misunderstood and could change in some way, and that doesn’t make up for his bad actions.” You look back into Aphrodite’s eyes in a pleading way. “But when we talk...I find myself noticing parts of him that are…attractive.”

“Like what sweetheart? I need to know, what.” She says with sass in her voice.

You lean your head back and laugh restlessly looking up at the ceiling.

“Like yes, by the Gods, he’s narcissistic and just woah, so much to handle. I mean, he isn’t the god of death thanks to his love of mortal life…but there are times when he’s bearable! He does things that don’t have some kind of ulterior motive! Just pure raw self. I see that he isn’t completely what this world has labeled him to be.” You look back at Aphrodite and she looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes. He’s constantly suggesting I let him carry me off into the Underworld to what I presume to be his bedroom-” Aphrodite’s gaze grew fiery and she glinted at the door biting her lip angrily before shaking her head calming herself down.

“-but Gods he is just so charismatic and hilarious! and not 100% vile. I feel that there is a part of him that keeps escaping that’s likable and caring, I can’t stop myself from thinking about him.”

She lets out a soft sigh and leans back in her chair.

“Ok. I see there is no convincing you and I understand the whole charismatic thing. However, that’s his talent. You don’t know half of the trouble he caused with that sharp tongue and quick wit young lady. You need to be careful; I don’t want him to be using you for something, playing around with your little heart.” You felt her hands squeeze your hands before they let go and you open your eyes to look at her.

“He’s not a project you should be trying to fix, so let’s make that clear first of all.” She lets out a soft sigh “But I don’t think I can stop you from pursuing what I’m picking up on. So, just be careful and if he does anything to hurt you emotionally or physically. Let me know and I’ll come down and kick his ass with Artemis.” She stands and pulls you up with her.

“Let’s go back to the Masculine Murder Show and stop your daddy and your dark knight from shredding apart this party.”

You both head to the door when she stops abruptly and turns to you.

“Just before we go, what exactly do you like about Hades…physically. If you don’t mind me asking.” You stare at the door with wide eyes refusing to look at her while laughing timidly.

“Um. I- uh…I…a few things…”

“Ok. Never mind, I’m picking up on something, you don’t have to say it. I’m just- woah, Still absolutely concerned with your wellbeing but kust don’t be afraid to say no, yada-yada, let’s hit it.” she clasps the doorknob, and you both head out the door.

The party surprisingly has calmed down. You spot Artemis near the stage and you walk up to her Aphrodite at your side. “Where is my father?” you say with a nervous titter in your voice.

She snickers and points to the open patio near the doorway. The squirrels supported up on her shoulders running back and forth across her arm and snuggling themselves around her neck. “Be careful doll, they had a mighty loud tussle and just moved it outside, not sure what to expect for a little mortal girl like youse.”

“Thanks Artemis” Aphrodite says before she guides you towards the patio decorated with purple silk flowing in the wind. You hear the noises of Zeus loud voice accompanied by Poseidon bellowing and Hades’s shout.

You walk out onto the balcony and see the three brothers. You watch the figure of Hades as his black robe tosses in the winds that were now steadily increasing the more Zeus had a chance to shout. Your father had Hades pressed against the balcony railing, pointing his Trident on his neck. As Hades grabbed the Trident and was forcing it away from him in a flaming fury.

You clear throat and they all become silent; Aphrodite is no longer by your side but awaits just pass the balcony door nodding at you before walking away in order to give you privacy. Your father releases Hades and bounced towards you with a wide smile tossing his arm around you holding you so close to him you can hear his heavy breathing.

“Sweetheart I think it's about time we should go.”

You gently pry your father's grip that smelled of sea water and walk between the three gods. Hades eyes you with an inquisitively silent interest. You lock eyes with him, and his eyes don't break away from yours instead he grins and waves a few fingers at you in a titillating way and shrugs mouthing “what?” to Zeus when he stares him down. Who then stops glaring at Hades and comes up to you with an uneasy grin.

“Now come on inside, you two don't have to leave. I'll keep our younger brother in check he won't pester young (y/n) anymore Poseidon, will you Hades?”

“Again. Not pestering~.” Hades moves closer to you but stops abruptly and sucks air through his teeth as he changes his direction towards your father.

“Anyway, like I keep saying if you guys can actually get off your high seahorses and listen to me.” He looks around the room, noticing its completely silent he nods his head with a wide sharp tooth grin “Good thank you. Appreciate it.” His fingers press together occasionally lifting and pressing back together in a rhythmic way.

“I think, I had enough of this party anyway so I’m gonna to head out…no need to dip and dive the little princess back home...to her little pond” you flinch as he starts heading towards the balcony entrance.

“I think that would be wise Hades.” Zeus mumbles as he and Poseidon watch him head towards the entrance. You turn to the doorway and watch as he pauses just before entering the room to turn his head to you with a sly smile on his face raising a hand to his chin in a mock of a phone.

“Call me babe if you ever feel like talking. I’ll make room for you.” Poseidon’s face grows furrowed and he aims his triton towards Hades but before it could zap him, Hades left the place he stood In magnificent blue flames, disappearing completely, leaving scorched marks on the stone floor and lighting one of the silk drapes on fire that was quickly extinguished by your father.

Yet the party still continued as planned, your father was instantly more protective of you and refused you to leave his side except when he and Zeus asked you to depart as they talked on the balcony for a few minutes, joined by Aphrodite. During this time, you went back inside, shrinking at the stares intended for you before surprised by a worried Hercules who was asking about the situation.

You explained to him Hades started chatting you up and your father didn’t agree so it resulted with a fight that caused Hades to leave. Hercules scowled back and looked out towards the balcony, “Good riddance, he shouldn’t have even showed his face after what he did to me and the Gods involving the Titans”.

You hear your fathers voice call to you almost telepathically and you finish up your conversation with Hercules and make your way outside on the balcony. Zeus has a soft smile on his face and Aphrodite looks exhausted. Your father steps forward and looks at you with loving glistening blue eyes and gills that shined in the moonlight.

“I think it’s time for us to go dear. I should send you back home to your mortal parent(s) before it gets too late.”

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And so, your taken back home to a nice house in a small little town with a stream running behind it. Along with the thick forest just outside your backyard. Littered with steep hills.

You sat watching the river peak past the trees of the forest edge. You stand up from ground and head towards this familiar stream, the first form of communication you ever had with your father, and before that, a calming river that you loved to play near and in. You walk barefoot in the warm tickling grass, your swaying silk pants imported from Agrabah, flittering in the wind.

The closer you get to the water, the louder the sound of it running down the small steep is. Your feet occasionally touch dusty dirt that covers the bottom of your toes. Near the river is some muddy soft ground and when you reach this dirt you stand overlooking the dark blue waters only illuminated by moonlight. You find a large bolder to your right and sit down brushing off the bottoms of your feet against the stone and look up at the starlit sky before taking a deep breath.

“Hey…Hades?”

You wait and listen to the warm winds hitting your face. You look into the trees which lose the light from the sky and become darker and more foreboding. You can’t tear your eyes from it, however. The darkness was calling you, but you dare not move into it. You were afraid, yet it still called. Two eyes, bright yellow move from behind a tree. Your heartbeat jolts. You clutch the rock and begin to stand up to appear larger. You watched the eyes come closer, the dark black pupils coming into view, losing their yellow illumination as they reached the light.

The smoke curling first into the light, its shadow dancing against the trees behind it. His fingers pressed together, his smile closed and broad. His eyes so carefree and entertained by what he saw, which was you.

He hovered to the water’s edge on the other side of the small river but didn’t stop. He kept moving, across the water, just above it. This movement was eerie, but he made it seem so natural. “You called?” His voice sang, making you shiver.

“I mean, dang. Your reception was loud and clear even down under.” He points to the ground “That sweet little voice of yours calling out to me Ooo!~ Such a treat after such terrible treatment at that little party earlier.” his voice, smooth and as snarky as ever.

When he reached your rock, even though you stood over him, he simply used his smoke to rise gently off the ground to meet you eye to eye. He raises an eyebrow and holds out his clawed hand opening his mouth in a smile flashing the row of sharp teeth just behind his lips.

His eyes lose their friskiness and look into your eyes with a surprisingly soft gaze. How he could make you so calm despite his appearance astonished you. But you place your hand in his, hesitating just before placing it down. However, he moves his hand up and closes his fingers around yours before you could have even thought to move your hand away. He pulls you off the rock and onto the smoke which now curled beneath your feet hovering you off the ground.

You watched the ground beneath the translucent dark grey smog, and he pulls you into his chest and let’s go of your hand causing you to fall into him. You use your hands to stop from completely slamming into him but catch yourself staring at the fabric of his robe, and the menacing silver skull pin on his chest. His hands find their way to the middle of your back and you push off him now noticing that you two were floating back to the middle of the river. He begins to chuckle and takes one of his hands off your back and props your chin up to his face with a calm expression.

“Woah talk about whisking me off my feet…” you say with a nervous laugh.

His eyebrows raise with an amused look on his face. He takes his hand and slides its down your arm back to your hand raising it up and mocking a little dance number as you two slowly spin in the middle of the river as he hums and guides you around in the air.

“Heh- I tend to do that sweetheart. You should see the monster gals down out west, they practically “claw” for my attention. I mean come on. Look at me.” He bats his eyes and raises a hand to his face gesturing his jaw line while giving you an attempt at a dashing grin.

You find a laugh escaping your mouth. “Yeah, handsome. I see…” you say as you watch him look at your smile with lazy love-stricken eyes. You then take your finger and place it under his chin so that he looks back into your eyes, and he practically swoons.

Abruptly his smile grows, and he spins you around quite fast causing your hair to whip. The smoke on the bottom of your feet expanding beneath you two. The ends of the smoke flickering up towards the sky like tentacles moving up and around you both in a circle, rising steadily higher. Which you find this a little bit unsettling. You focus your observation back at him and he pulls your hand in close to his chest lowering his hand on your back a bit more, making you jittery.

“They do have a beasty appetite in all aspects…” you say with a grin and tighten your hand over his, this surprises him, and he starts stuttering softly but you hush him, and he just becomes quiet. “I’m sure they would just love to get a taste of you if they could. Even I have a “deadly” appetite myself.” He lets out a low purring sound and spins you around again and leans in close to your face

“Rawwwwrrrrr… but they won’t have a single taste of this hunk right here babe don’t worry about it. This bachelor is off the menu~!-”

“-Are you sure?” you give him a pouty grin and lean in close to his ear.

“Because I sure wouldn’t mind having a taste of death...but I need the flavor to be…hot enough to enjoy.”

BOOM his flames bursts from his head traveling down in a flash of red down his back before snapping off and flickering back to a dancing blue. You close your eyes and stagger back as his fingers let go of yours. You fall back, and the smoke rises around you covering your sight before a hand grasps onto yours and stops you from tipping over into the water. “Your always falling for me huh sweetheart…quite literally actually.”

The smoke moves away from your eyes and he slips his hand against your back and pulls you in close to his face. The smell of smoke coming from a campfire filling the air, a steady small stream of smoke coming from his nostrils with tiny wispy hearts made of smoke

following it. A crazy enamored look on his face. Your eyes are locked on each other and your clutching onto his chest tightly. “Kiss me doll.” He says in a deep whisper, but before you had the chance to reply, he picks you up and dips you on his other side before tilting his head and pressing his lips against yours fitting them, oh so perfectly, and hungrily as he held you against him so tight it was getting difficult to breathe. The smoke of his nose coming out of his face His fire burning brightly from the top of his head. The smoke around his feet that started traveling up around you both in a circle, raising towards the moon before shutting tight and unexpectantly blotting out the moonlight. The smoke twisted around you both until a wave of energy traveled through you and all you saw was absolute darkness.

The smoke bursts away and you take a deep gasp in as you pull away from his following lips. Your eyes squinting at the damp light that now surrounded you, the stale and hot air flowing into your nostrils as you blink rapidly as your eyes tear up. Your held by the waist and your arm. His laughter starting to grow louder as it rumbled from his throat. Your eyes begin to clear, and you see weird glowing water illuminating off the cliff you were standing on.

“Wh-what?”

“Welcome to the Underworld baby, 500,000,000,000 annnnd counting!” he croons as he swings you around in a circle just over the cliff, you turn your head and look down and watch weird translucent figures floating on top of each other, in a never-ending circle towards the ending at the bottom of the pool. Which was as bright as the sun but softer on the eyes.

Your raised once more and turn your head to the smiling, sharp cheek boned face of a God who brings a sense of adrenaline and uneasiness that can’t seem to make up their mind.

His eyebrows wiggle as he wraps a finger around a strand of your hair.

“And my humble eheh. Abode…I brought you down here to witness my glorious domain…But in order to keep you comfortable little queen of mine, I’ve got your room already made for you. Which is, heh. Mine.”

“Queen?!”

He pinches cheek “Bingo! Then he leans forward, his lips just against your earlobe.

“That kiss we shared, signifies that you’re ready to be with me baby and if you’re with me. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable in this little world of mine…” he pulls away and gives you a little air kiss as he gestures to the rocky ceiling full of stalactites (mites?) You raise an eyebrow, but it falls as his surprisingly cold breath trails down your neck and he snickers and plants a series of lingering Gomez kisses from your earlobe down your neck.

You squirm and he only follows with you, before you place a hand on his neck, just below the roaring fire on his head. And he purrs as you push him on your skin “Aye che mama.” He leaves a kiss below your jawline, “You.”

He unexpectedly presses something wet and dripping against your collarbone sliding it behind your ear and you flinch away from him to see him sliding his tongue back into mouth while snickering, his shoulders bouncing as he let you go and you staggered back as you watched him wipe something from his forehead and smooth back his flames so that they stayed slicked for only a moment before flickering back to normal.

“Taste good. Might I say. I mean, wow your lips are divine. Your flesh, oh how I never thought id say this. But, isn’t something id prefer to be cold.” he finishes as he puffs up his chest and slides behind you, letting his fingers rest on your shoulders.

“D-did you just?”

He shrugs and looks at the ceiling as if he was innocent, but you take your mind off what just happened and turn around to look down at the pool of … “Souls. Sweetheart.” He’s suddenly at your side. He puts an arm around your body, dancing his fingers on your sides. “All dead, all gone. All controlled by me, this is the River Styx babe. You like rivers right well…don’t go dipping any toes in this one. Might lose it.” He turns towards you biting his lip in a fretful way “And much more hon, zaps your life away, plus the souls in there are…rather clingily as you know.” His fretful face turns annoyed as he looks into the water kicking a stone into it, you both watch and hear the souls wail as the water ripples and the stone crumbles into nothing. “And I would know, ha for sure. Those wailing idiots dragged me towards the bottom of this damn lake. Keeping me there for a while after Hercules knocked my light out.” he squirmed and pulled you in close “By the way. Hercules? EHH.” He mocks a buzzer noise. “No more hanging around him, get it?” He squints his eyes with a thin grin. “Bad crowd.” He takes his hand and smooshes your cheeks together shaking your head entirely. “I don’t want him to influence my snooky-wookums.”

“Ok. Alright. This is moving too fast.” You say as he releases your cheeks.

“Fast, fast?” he whimpers as he turns you around to face him.

“Baby, Sweetheart~” You hold up a finger and look him in the eyes and he surprisingly shut’s up.

“Um. First of all, queen of the underworld no. I’m not becoming your Queen Hades…”

“mmm…not yet.” He mutters before you shush him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, I’ve fallen for you…” He chuckles and walks two sharp fingers gently against your arm up to your shoulder.

“The perfect decision love. I’ll make sure to treat you right babe. You’ve got me wrapped around your finger-“

“Hades.”

“Yes listening, listening…don’t worry. I’ll get better at it. Promise. Continue~”

“Second, I have the feeling that you want me to…move in.”

“Yes.”

“Like, now.”

“and forever~” he grins.

“No.”

“Comeeeeeonnnn Babe. This place is perfect for you. Anyway-“

He turns around and you do as well as his hand is still lovely on your shoulder.

He leans his face to yours and blows a smoke heart in your face while keeping his face close to yours as he speaks, occasionally pinching your clothing, brushing off your shoulders and playing with your hair.

“-I can’t have you being all, up top frolicking around on the grass, sniffing flowers feeling that sweet sweet sun Aries pulls through that blue beautiful sky…and oh what is this?”

He takes his hand from around your shoulder and slams his fist into his open palm. “BAM! KAPOWEE!!... Or even worse” he moves in front of you making you stop creating some smoke that surrounded his mouth looking like your fathers’ beard. “You are coming with me and I’m refusing you to see Hades again, and Bam. “He flicks his hand and a small cage manifests in the air before he waves it away. “You see. I…heh…I have a lot of enemies…” He rests both his hands on your shoulders and leans forward. “Gods ,Demi-Gods, Mortals, you name it. Now, not that I can’t handle them…if anyone would dare threaten you well. I’m not the god of death for nothing but- I can’t risk you-you getting all caught up in that capiche. I like having you around get it?” he grits his teeth t the last part. “So, literally. I’m Going To Keep You Around.” He looks about and points to the ground “Got it?” you open your mouth to protest but he interrupts, “ALLLRIGHHHHTTTT!!” he finger guns you before taking your hand and pulling you into him, except when you got close once again you were covered in smoke which dispersed In a nanosecond. You both were standing in this darkly lit dining room with a long dining table a sharp looking fireplace and a chandelier carved out from the ceiling above with eerie green flames.

#disney hades x reader #disney hades imagine #hades disney

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traphousebois · 5 years

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That’s just Brennen

Requested: yes

Summary: Brennen, Colby and you are filming an exploration video for Brennen’s channel. While filming Brennen starts to get a little too flirty with you even though your Colby’s girl. Colby’s got something to say about it.

Your Pov:

“You ready babe?” Colby yelled up the stairs to me.

“Yeah, just give me one minute to put my sneakers on.” I answered back to him. I was currently getting ready to go explore a cave with Colby, Brennen and Jake for Brennens channel.

“Alright, I’m ready.” I told him while bouncing off of the last step and into his open arms.

“Jeez, took ya long enough.”

“Sorry Brock, not all of us can look as good as you without trying.” I retorted back to him in a playful manner. He rolled his eyes and pecked my cheek gently.

“I was kidding beautiful.”

“I know,” I laughed. “I’m just messing with you.”

He nodded his head and grabbed a hold of my hand.

“Let’s go before were late.”

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“Hey guys it’s Brennen Taylor here and if you don’t know now you know.” Brennen said as he started the intro for his video.

“Today I’m joined with the one and only Mr. Colby Brock. Hashtag Brolby.”

I scoffed. “What about me?” I asked with a sad tone. Joking of course.

“And were also joined with the lovely, beautiful Y/N Y/L” He said while wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I gave a slight nod towards the camera. “That’s right, and don’t you forget it guys.” I said as I leaned into his naked side.

Brennen squeezed my shoulder before moving on with the video.

“Anyways, today were going to be exploring this cave. Apparently this is the same exact cave that those creepy pig pictures were taken at. So were gonna go in and see what we can find.”

While Brennen was talking I couldn’t help but stare at Colby. He was wearing nothing but his infamous black skinny jeans and a pair of vans. He left his shirt in the car because it was too hot for one, but I wasn’t complaining.

The more I stared at him the more I noticed something was wrong. His beautiful face wore a slight frown. I wondered what was wrong. ‘

Once Brennen finished his intro we were off.

The hike to the cave wasn’t so bad. Every once in a while though Brennen would make flirty comments towards me but I didn’t mind. That’s just the way Brennen was. Besides the usually the only other downside was that it was just really hot, but hey I got to see my boyfriend shirtless so it was a win. Once we made it inside Brennen started filming again.

“Yo look,” Colby said while pointing to one of the walls. “Is that blood or paint?” He asked the three of us.

“I don’t know bro, let’s hope it’s paint.” Brennen responded chuckling lightly.

“We should try and go up further. Maybe we’ll find something cool.” I suggested while going in front of the boys.

They both nodded in agreement.

“ Gotta get that content, ya know.” I told Brennen as he ruffled my hair.

“Hey! Don’t touch the hair.” I told him while trying to mess up his hair as well. After that it turned on to a full on war between us two.

Brennen had me in a headlock and was spinning me around so fast that I thought I was gonna puke. Thankfully he stopped when he heard a cough.

“Are you two ready now?” Colby asked with a slight attitude. His hands were on his hips and his foot was tapping impatiently.

I nodded while pushing myself out of Brennens tight hold.

“Let’s get this party started!” I yelled jokingly trying to erase the tension in the room that suddenly came out of nowhere.

I turned around and grabbed onto one of the walls next to me. I it as a support system to push myself up onto a tiny platform.

“Be careful babe. Don’t want you falling.” Colby said watching my every move.

I laughed slightly. He was always protective of me when I came along exploring with them.

As we continued to go further up the cave the more creepier it got. This made me not want to be the leader anymore.

“Alright,” I said panting slightly. “Someone else can lead, I’m getting scared.” I told the boy while turning around.

“Awe, is whittle Y/N afraid?” Brennen asked me in a baby voice.

I rolled my eyes while Colby shoved Brennen a little.

“Here babe, Brennen and you can switch and you can be in the middle of us. That way if anything happens I’ll be close enough to protect you.” Colby said to me.

“And you can also get a view of my fat ass.” Brennen added while winking at me.

I shook my head but I nodded in agreement and started to step down from the little platform I was on. I placed my foot on what I thought was a stable rock. Boy was I wrong. Once my foot touched the rock I started to fall.

“Whoa.” I mumbled under my breath while trying to catch myself.

Luckily Brennen grabbed a hold of my arms and pulled me up before I hit the ground.

“Thanks.” I told him slightly out of breath.

“Anytime.” He said while moving around me to get in front.

Once behind Brennen I was face to face with an angry looking Colby.

“You okay?”

“Fine.” He answered me. “Let’s just keep going.” He stated while turning me back around.

“Okay.” I muttered under my breath while trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

Once we got to the top of the cave the three of us just fooled around. It was mostly for entertainment purposes. While fooling around I noticed that the playful shoves that were happening between Brennen and Colby weren’t so playful. It was mostly on Colby’s part. Which was odd.

After a while we decided that we should start making our way back down. We didn’t want to get stuck up here in the dark.

Once we finally reached both boys car Brennen filmed his outro.

“Well guys, that’s it for today’s video. If you liked it please smash that thumbs up button and don’t forget to subscribe and turn on your post notifications so you never miss a post.’ He said while moving his hands around a lot. Almost hitting me in the face. Jokingly of course.

“And a huge thank you to the explore king himself, Colby Brock.” Brennen said while doing a fist bump with him.

“Thanks man.” Colby said back to him with a little undertone of anger.

“And another huge thank you to Y/N. You always make my videos interesting.” He complimented me while kissing my cheek.

“Your very welcome.” I told him patting his shoulder.

Brennen smiled at me once again before turning back to the camera to pug his socials and shout out both Colby and I.

As he was finishing up I couldn’t help but stare at Colby again. He grew more tense since we were inside the cave and his hands were clenched into to tight fists by his thighs. I made a mental note to ask him what was wrong during the car ride home.

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The ride back to the house was awful. Colby would’t say a single word. When I tried to speak with him he would either just ignore me or turn up the radio so he couldn’t hear me.

And once we actually arrived to the house he went straight up to his room and slammed the door shut. Right now I was currently standing outside of his door debating on if I should knock or not.

After a couple minutes of deciding I decided that I was just gonna knock. I wanted to know what his problem was.

“Come in.” He answered, his voice muffled by something.

When I walked in the first thing I saw was Colby laying face down on his bed. I slowly walked over and sat on the edge of it, my waist aligned with middle back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him straight up.

“Do you like Brennen?” He asked me picking his face up from being stuffed inside of his pillow.

My eyeballs widened.

“What?’ I asked while chuckling lightly. He was kidding right?!

“You heard me.” He stated.

I shook my head.

“No, I don’t like Brennen. Besides if I really liked Brennen why would I be dating you?”

He shook his head in disagreement.

“Did you see the way he was with you today? He was flirting with you while I was right there! And you didn’t do anything to stop it!”

“That’s because I don’t care.” I explained to him while grabbing his hand that was laying underneath his thigh.

“That’s just how Brennen is and you know that. I don’t want any other guy but you silly. That’s why I’m dating you and not anybody else.” I told him softly.

“Besides theirs no reason for you to be jealous of Brennen. Your much more good looking than he is.” I added in while pecking his nose gently.

He laughed.

“I guess your right.” He told me while pulling me down so I was laying on top of him.

“You guess so?” I questioned him while running my fingers through his brown hair.

He nodded. Eyes closed enjoying the feeling.

“Let me prove it to you. Let me show you how much I want you. “ I whispered in his ear. My lips grazing against his lobe.

“Now, I like the sound of that babygirl.” He whispered to me as well, hands reaching down to grip my hips.

“Well, let’s get started.”

Authors note: Hey guys! This is my first imagine! Let me know what you think. Sorry if it’s bad I promise I’ll get better the more I write. Thank you so much for requesting this. It was fun to write. Please let me know what you think and if you have any tips on how I could get better please share them! Thanks again.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #brennen taylor #jealousy #protection #explore #imagines

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footballffbarbiex · 6 years

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Emre Can and his Gf at a football awards thing and they run into her ex Roman Burki?

Hi bb, thank you so much for requesting this!I haven’t written him before so I apologise if his characterisation isn’t quite right but I hope you like it :)

Request here. Masterlist here.

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Watch Me Make Her Happy.

Emre crosses the room with the two champagne flutesgrasped firmly in his hand. He spots her stood near the wall, her hands runningdown the long skirt of her dress as she looks around for anyone she may know.To anyone who doesn’t know her, they wouldn’t see how truly nervous she was tobe here but he could see it. He hoped that the alcohol would help to calm her though he wasn’t sure how muchit would take to do so. Emre feels bad for bringing her here. He wants her herewith no doubt.

He loves her, not that he’s told her yet though he hadconsidered telling her tonight. He’d spoken to his family and told them how hefelt. She’d probably roll her eyes and say he was only stating this to take hermind from this evening. It would work if he did this but it wouldn’t be thereason for him doing so. Still, he’d wait for better timing.She hated being in these types of places; “flashy media filled events whereit’s a competition of who has the biggest dick” in her words. She made himlaugh with her open and honest approach to life. He expected nothing else from her.

She agreed to come because she wanted to support him andbe there for him. This was the role she was good at. The homemaker, thegirlfriend in the stands wearing his shirt and cheering his name. The womanbehind him who pushed him forward, made him want to be a better man and doeverything she could to enable his dreams. Being here, surrounded by press andother players in such a formal environment, was completely out of her comfortzone and he knew that. Yet she came anyway. If that didn’t make him love her, he didn’t know what would.

“Oh thank god.” She reaches forward and takes the firstglass, downing the contents in two gulps before taking the other and nursingthe glass. “That one was mine but sure, you need it more.” He laughs at her as she groans.“Don’t laugh Emre, I’m nervous.” She eyeballs the room again and tries to pullan expression that doesn’t make her look like a deer in headlights. “Why? It’s just a room of people. If it makes you feel any better, picture themnaked.”She opens her mouth to reply when she abruptly closes it again with a snap andshe looks at the floor quickly.“What’s wrong?”“It shouldn’t be so hard to do that with one of them.” Emre frowns in confusionat her words until his gaze falls where hers had been just seconds ago. “Don’tsay anything.” She warns.“I’ll play nicely if he does.”“He’s too proud to make a scene. Babe, lets just walk away.” She tugs on hisarm but Emre stands rooted to the spot, his face set in a hard expression. “Whatare you doing?” She hisses under her breath. She feels her chest burning as thechampagne threatens to make a re-appearance.“Being the bigger man.” He replies stubbornly.“Then stop acting a child. I need another drink,” she says, pushing the fullglass into his hand and makes a quick exit before he can come over.

She zig-zags throughout the room until she reaches thebar once more and selects another champagne flute. She doesn’t need the drinkbut needed a moment to herself, not wanting to allow herself to crumble. She’dworked too hard for too long to let him break her down in a matter of minutes.The way he had ended things, though she had given him brownie points for doingit in person, had been hard and it had taken her far too many months just topick herself back up once more. To face dating again had been such a hard decision but Emre had made it easyfor her. One minute they were on a series of dates and the next thing she knewshe was biting her lip and holding back saying I love you. He was pressing akey into her hand and saying that she was welcome to his home anytime and hehoped that soon she would choose not to leave and give up her apartment thatshe rented. Theirs had been a whirlwind romance, one that completely swept heroff her feet and give her hope that she was actually loveable.

Sighing, she glances at the clock on the wall and seesthere’s ten minutes to go before they need to take their seats. Rather thanhiding away, she takes another deep breath and makes her way back towards Emreonly to freeze halfway there when she realises who he’s talking to. No, thiswas not happening. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Isn’t that what hewanted when he broke up with her? To not see her again and yet here he is,mingling with her boyfriend and sharing jokes. She watches as the two of themlaugh though even from here she can see it’s Emre’s fake but convincing toothers laugh.“She’s amazing.” He’s saying as she gets closer. “I’ve never met anyone likeher.”“It’s good that you’ve found someone like that. I felt the same about my ex. Iguess the idea of commitment at that stage of my life scared me. Don’t let yourgirl go if this is how you feel.”“So you regret it?”

“Hi. I didn’t realise you would be here.” He ignoresEmre’s question and stares her down just like he used to do. Her eyes meet hisfor the first time in over almost two years as she takes her place beside Emreonce more. “No, I can’t imagine you would have.” She tries to sound bored but her tonedoesn’t want to co-operate. Her hand falls to the base of Emre’s back and it’sa motion that does not go unnoticed by Roman. His eyes leave her and finallylands on Emre’s face. She watches as the two of them size one another up, theway they both stand a little straighter and their chests expand an extra inchor so. “I see you’ve met my girlfriend.” Emre says, his native German tongue takingover not wanting her to hear the comment; all signs of their friendly encountergone. The corners of his lips beg to curl upwards as Roman’s eyes widen and goback to her.

“Girlfriend?” Romans eyes flick between her and Emre. “Yes. Girlfriend.” She finally finds her voice, Emre turns to look at her withthe same shocked expression etched on Roman’s face. She hadn’t told Emre thatshe had been learning German to try to make it easier to communicate with him.The truth was, it was much harder than she thought and often made mistakes butpersevered nonetheless. She could understand others speaking it but to do soherself was proving much more difficult.“You’re learning German.” Roman continues to stare at her. She knows by thetone of his voice that he’s hurt by this. They were together for over two yearsand she never tried to learn it to speak with him.

She shrugs. “It’s no big deal.” Emre grins at her as she says this and mouths “thank you” to her. “If it will makethings a little easier, I will try for him.” She didn’t mean it to come acrossin such a way but she notices the way Roman flinches regardless and sheunderstands the way that he’s taken it. Hemeans enough to me for me to learn it.

“I see.” Roman says switching his language back toEnglish, a deliberate action to try and regain control of the situation. He can’tlook at them. His attention is stolen, his mind distracted and he laughs tohimself. “Sorry, I’m a little thrown off right now.”

She wants to make a sarcastic comment, wants to hurt himwith her words just as he had done the last time she saw him but something tugsat her instead. Kill him with kindness.Be the bigger person. Instead, she smiles and places her hand on Emre’s chestas she looks up at him. Emre returns her smile, his hand finds its way to herhip and gentle strokes the area there. To anyone else, they look like they’reabout to pose for a photograph Roman is yet to take. “I remember some of the last things you said were that you would never dateanother footballer.” Roman comments. He wanted to see her happy, of course hedid but not with someone from his world who could bring her to these types ofplaces. He may not be in the same place he was with her before but this wasdangling a steak in front of a hungry dog and saying not to touch it.

“True. Then I realised not all men were assholes and I shouldn’t hold oneoccupation of said asshole against all of them.” Ooops. There goes one comment. So much for being nice, she thinks.She notices the way Roman’s jaw clenches with annoyance. “Besides, he makes mehappy. It’s too late to back out now.”

“I have to go. They’re going to call everyone to theirseats. It was good to see you.” Roman doesn’t wait for an answer and breezespast them, his aftershave fills her nose and turns her stomach as memories fillher. She knows him like the back of her hand even after all these years. Sheknows it’s killing him to see her with someone else. It’s killing him to seeher look happy with someone who isn’t him. “Like I said, competing for the biggest dick.” She remarks. “Never met anyonelike me huh?”“You shouldn’t have been listening.” Emre grins at her. “You’re learningGerman.” He states, his hands on her waist and he sways gently from side toside. “I am. It means you can stop talking about me on the phone in secret now.””“Never.” He places a kiss on her nose. Yeah, he was going to tell her he lovedher soon and make damn sure there’s a ring on her finger by next year.

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sunnybimbo · 6 years

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Shunk - Hunk helping to teach Shiro that he can handmake pizza. Anytime he wants, even! (Modern AU or canon are both good) (Welcome back!!! I'm glad to see you getting back into the swing :D )

I LOVE YOU BOSS THANK YOU FOR SPOILIN ME

hope u like it :3c short n sweet

Shiro is lying face-down in a pile of fluffy pillows, half-dozing as he listens to Hunk try and fail to beat the final boss of the video game he’d borrowed from Lance, when the hunger strikes him like lightning to a metal pole.

He rolls off of his mini-mountain and watches as Hunk succeeds in taking the enemy down to a sliver of health, only to be finished off by a cloud of poison he’d accidentally ran into.

It takes everything in Hunk not to hurl the controller at the television. Instead he throws it at the couch where it’ll be much more likely to survive, and swears vehemently under his breath, “Cracker jack.”

Shiro reaches over to tickle him on the back of his neck. “Take a break. Let’s find something to eat.”

Hunk does the expected motion of trying to recede into himself like a turtle, complete with a cut-off gurgle at the sudden tickle. Shiro ducks out of the way as Hunk swings at him with a pillow, grinning wide when Hunk can’t stop himself from giggling.

“Yeah, okay. I was getting hungry anyway, too.” Hunk stands up, stretching his arms until they pleasantly crack. “How about pizza?”

Shiro reaches for his phone, which had decided to hide itself in the couch cushions, and quickly checks his notifications. “It’s almost three in the morning, so most places nearby are closed. I might have a frozen one somewhere?”

Hunk plucks the phone out of Shiro’s hand and tuts at him. “Young, naive Shiro. You don’t even know who you’re talking to. Rooming with Lance in college made me a master of past-midnight pizzas.”

Shiro furrowed his brow, quickly stealing back his phone with nothing but a distracting kiss against Hunk’s cheek and a firm squeeze. “I… honestly wasn’t aware it was an option.”

“Come to my office.”

His office was, of course, the kitchen. Where all of Shiro’s culinary dreams came true— including some he didn’t even know existed. He had a peculiar feeling that pizza from scratch was going to be added to that list soon, too.

“Since we’re making this for the first time, I’m going all out.” Hunk warned. “And you’re gonna help me.”

Shiro grimaced. “I’ll try?”

Hunk only slid him a bowl, with a determined look in his eye.

Because Hunk loved to cook, they had most of the ingredients for a quick pizza already— so Hunk decided to treat him to pineapple and sausage pizza. “We don’t have any classic pepperoni, so we’ll just have to make do.” He’d said, kneading the dough after Shiro’s disastrous attempt wherein his prosthetic did not agree with how sticky it was.

“Pidge would be horrified.” Shiro hummed, carefully slicing open said pineapple. “She hates how much you like pineapple pizza.”

Hunk exaggeratedly rolls his eyes. “She’ll see the light one of these days. We’ll have to invite her over the next time we do this.”

“If I don’t blow up the house first.” Shiro hums, narrowly missing his finger with the knife. From then on, he pays extra attention to how slippery stupid pineapples are when you try holding onto them with your bare hands.

It comes as an incredible surprise to Shiro that things don’t go sideways during the few hours in the kitchen. Hunk ends up with mozzarella-stained hair after Shiro cracks open the bag too hard, but that’s not even the worst thing he’d been covered in after inviting Shiro into the kitchen, so it’s a win for the latter.

“Now sprinkle however many toppings you want on your half, and I’ll do mine in a minute.” He’s instructed as Hunk turns away to make sure the oven is preheated, and to clean up the mess a little.

The sausage was already in chunks so he didn’t worry about the size too much as he eyeballed a good handful or three to lay on top of the thick layer of cheese they’d slapped on the dough.

When Hunk turned around again, Shiro had just finished what looked like an entire wall of meat.

Hunk had to take a moment to comprehend what he was looking at. “Shiro… why?”

“What? What’s wrong with it?”

Hunk hid his smile behind his hand at Shiro’s sincere confusion. “That’s way too much sausage. Like… Enough for two pizzas, too much.”

Shiro frowned (read: pouted) and looked back at his little hill. “I thought it was supposed to… shrink.” He mashed his fingers together in demonstration. “Isn’t that what food does when it cooks?”

“Only sometimes.” Hunk assured, cutting between Shiro and the pizza before he put the entire pineapple on it. “Your heart was in the right place, but your stomach may literally murder you for feeding it a pound of sausage per slice.”

Shiro didn’t hesitate in handing Hunk the reigns for the rest of the baking process after that, though he did get handfed a bit of the removed sausage while they waited for the treat to finish cooking.

So, again, it was a win for him.

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The pizza came out marvelously perfect, if you asked Shiro. The crust was crispy on the edge but soft where it mattered, and it wasn’t drowned in sausage and oil!

Hunk gave him a beaming grin as he took his first bite and couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him. “Tasty, right? A good time killer and midnight snack.”

“More like breakfast.” Shiro says with a motion of his head towards the oven clock that’s nearing five in the morning.

Hunk shrugs, helping himself to another mouthful. Shiro slides his hand across the table, almost casual-like if not for the meaningful look he shoots Hunk’s way. “Thanks for making it.”

Hunk quickly wipes his greasy fingers on his hoodie and eagerly slots them between his boyfriend’s. “Of course, Shiro. And now you can make it whenever you want.”

He receives a dubious look at that, which he responds to with an encouraging smile. When Shiro’s gaze only withers like a sunflower in December the longer their staring contest goes on, Hunk fondly sighs. “I’ll help, too. Whenever you want.”

Shiro leans across the table to give him a kiss. “Thanks, babe. I’ll try not to get too crazy.”

Does Hunk spoil him a little too much? Probably— but Shiro deserves it.

#shunk #voltron #vld #shiro #hunk #jam writes #spoil shiro 2k18 #i like this actually #i tried to make it where shiro was Competent and Logical but still shit at cooking 🤔#other than the sausage thing tho i think he did pretty good! :D #TY AGAIN BOSS ILY!!!!!!#also nobody @ me about pineapple and sausage #bosstoaster

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beaflower77 · 6 years

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Lottie Leben

Everything looked gray. The stalls were gray, the streets were gray. The tiny houses dotting the landscape looked gray. Tiny gray puddles filled the dirty streets and the sky didn’t seem any happier with streams of gray clouds loitering above. They walked the streets looking, peering in one stall after another. Nothing new they saw, needed or wanted.

Passing by one stall, a lighter shade of gray, and almost getting out of range, “My lords!,” he called out. “Soap! Soap for your lovely wives! Your mistresses?” His hands shot out toward them, he smiled as if he knew, jesting. “Ribbons! Trinkets!,” he advertised, trying to strike a deal. They stopped, said nothing, wandered over to inspect, pick up, sniffed the bars of soap. They weren’t that impressive of soaps. “No finer soap my Lords. Made from the fat of exotic beasts of the wild, infused with bluebell flowers and other tiny fragrances.” His eyes blinked as he said it. The bars were gray blue, made from barilla and marsh plants, boiled down in cast iron pots. Theirs’ were made from olive oil instead. Still, these were fluffy to the touch.

While Elrohir listened to the stall keepers’ nonsense, Elladan noticed a tiny waif of a child sitting on a rickety stool, keeping to herself. Her knees bent up and enveloped inside her arms, trying to keep warm from the impending weather. And sniffling occasionally, blowing her nose on a hankie. Walking round the stall, bending, kneeling before her, “What is the matter child?,” asked Elladan, searching her face out, for something touched at his heart. “Why are you crying?” So pretty, the child thought, mesmerized she stopped all sniveling at once. So pretty was Elladan, so handsome, so engaging, the child would have taken hold round his neck, told him anything, let alone jumped, smiled, spun round and danced for his delight alone. Instead, “My mama is gone.,” she whispered secretely. Elladan watched her. He whispered back, he pressed, “Where did she go?” “She died.,” the little babe replied. His breath stopped. Her sorrow, Elladan saw beneath her dirty blonde hair and understood that sorrow. His mother too was gone, and did not seem to be returning anytime soon.

And then he noticed a sack on the ground by the girls feet. “Why is that sack wiggling my sweet?,” he questioned. The girl’s features lit up a tiny bit. He called me My Sweet, she imagined in her head, but, “We have to throw it in the river.,” the girl sadly, but plainly replied, for she accepted her father’s fact. “Throw, what?,” continued Elladan, although he already had an inkling what it might be. “It cannot see.,” she continued. “Its’ eyeballs don’t work right anymore.” A drop of anger rose up inside, not even knowing what couldn’t see.

Glancing up at Elrohir, watching the man at the stall, Elladan untied, pulled out the blind object, wanting to see for himself. Inspecting closer, looking cleverly at the little girl, Elladan gave a secretive smile, whispering again, “Would you like me to take this little creature for you?,” he begged. “I will keep it safe. I will take it where no harm shall come to it. Ever. It will grow sturdy and fat and become strong. Even if it cannot see.,” and he waited her permission. Lottie smiled, “Yes.”

Again her eyes lit up, becoming saucers. Smiling, the little waif wanted desperately to put her arms round Elladan’s neck, but something held her back. Her father. The man looked down upon them both. It wasn’t he was angry, or sad, just empty. “Unfortunately that cat will never survive Master Elf.,” he said to Elladan. “It was born that way. It will do no good to keep it. I’ve already told Lottie and she accepts its’ fate. That is the fate of us in the world sometimes. Not everything or everyone is kind to you.” Standing, looking from the little girl, to the kitten, addressing the man, “If you do not want it, you will not object me keeping it. I will take it off your hands. You will not have any responsibility for it and I will never concern you over it. Ever.” Lottie knew elves kept their word. She heard so from her mother once, but she couldn’t remember when. She wanted the little kitty to become fattened and live. She thought of all the good, tasty foods it would eat. And inside she purred. She had already given it a name in secret.

“Now.,” gave Elladan. “Where is the child’s mother?” He wanted to know. Elladan wanted to see what the stall keeper would answer, and he wanted to be prepared for what he would do, given the correct answer, one which he wanted desperately to hear. Elrohir watching his brother, wondered himself what Elladan was playing at. And why. And just what were they to do with a blind cat themselves? Elrohir breathed in deeply, gave an unseen grimace.

Looking at Elladan, then at Lottie, and back again, “This is not my child, my Lord.,” the stall keeper told him. “Lottie was my wife’s child. My wife died last month.” Elladan and Elrohir both watched for any signs of a lie, or tall tale.” “After my wife died, we have been traveling from market square to market square trying to maintain a living. But it is very hard my Lord to feed not only myself, but the child as well. It is not, an easy living.” He added, “And we cannot keep an animal that will not be productive.” Lottie had fed the kitten some of her food in secret. That is all Elladan needed to hear. And accept. And his mind spun with all types of riddles, reasons and thoughts. Customers pulled the man away from the elves’ attentiveness.

“What are you thinking brother?,” Elrohir asked, prodding Elladan a ways off out of earshot. They walked a few feet away from the stall. Elrohir put a hand on Elladan’s tunic, stopping him from wandering further. The girl watched her little blind kitten being taken away by the tall, pretty, sweet elf. And she wished upon an invisible star. What did she wish for? Was it the same as the elf? She watched him intently. Wanting to run after her elf, instead she stayed still and watched the blind kitten slumbering, pawing against Elladan’s chest. Would her baby kitty live? Would he want to know its’ name?

Taking a long, deep breath, he considered. “I am thinking.,” Elladan replied. “I am thinking, this child does not belong to this man. Not really.” Elrohir shocked his brother had this thought, waited, puzzled. Elladan considered his next thought carefully. “She would be better...,” and he couldn’t continue his thought, not just yet. Elrohir looked strangely at his brother. “Elladan, surely she must have some other relative or relation some where? What are you proposing to do? Take her away? And what are we to do with this?,” he indicated to the sleeping kitten. “She has no one Elrohir. I fear if this man would be so callous to throw a blind creature into water and let it drown, what would stop him from letting her starve to death?” And the two continued their dialogue, Elrohir not exactly as convinced as his brother. However, Elrohir loved Elladan.

“Then it is settled? That is what we will do?,” Elrohir asked his brother, though he already knew Elladan’s mind. “It is settled. Let us now see what this man will say to it all.” And they once more stepped up to the gray stall. Lottie remained on her stool, her feet minutely touching the dirty, puddled ground, and pulled her fingers through her hair to fix it for Elladan, her elf she believed. Twirling it round and round, Lottie pulled each knotted strand apart.

How young these little women were when they become so vain, they fixate on themselves, Elrohir wondered. And why not he continued. Do we not teach our elflings to comb and keep tidy? Well, he considered, except for Faelor and Galearon that is. Elrohir looked down upon Lottie and smiled shyly, wondering what she would make of it. And they introduced their wants of Lottie’s sudden adoption to the stall keeper.

“My Lords.,” the stall keeper said evenly. “How could I even do such a thing?” He was bewildered. On the one hand, his problems, his difficulties would semi be over. No more would he have to scrounge and procure food for the both of them. Only himself. No guilt there, if he was still hungry. A roof over her head, especially on cold and wet nights? It was not always easy. Buying cloths to sew clothes for her as she grew? He was not so dexterous with that. So little money he made. His finger often grew numb. Could he find himself succumbing to those reasonings? However, on the other hand, could he do such a thing? Give up, give away. Yes, Lottie was not his child, not really, he had no obligation to her. And she would have a better life he believed. He looked at the elves. And considered.

“She has no other relation you said.,” Elladan pressed. “Yes, but.,” he replied, feeling slightly caught. “You could see her whenever you wished. We would not keep her from you. Only provide her with better accommodation.,” Elrohir put in. Lottie listened, she listened intently. She didn’t understand, but yet she did. “Lottie.,” her father said. “I love you, I do, but I cannot always adequately provide for you. Or myself. We have so little to eat, you and I. So little income.” The stall keeper looked down upon this little creature. He considered. She considered. The kitten slept on. Elladan was dead set. Elrohir, well, he would follow his brother.

Reaching down, grabbing hold and lifting up, “No. No my Lords.,” the stall keeper gave the elves. “Lottie is my responsibility and I will provide for her as best I can.” And he added, “You may see her as you like. I am sure she would enjoy that.,” and he bounced her on his hip, smiling at Lottie. Elladan’s chest tightened, there was something about this little one his heart clung to. He touched Lottie’s check. “Farewell little Lottie. I will take care of this sprite of a cat. Do not fear for it”, he smiled with not only his mouth, but his eyes as well, as he lifted the blind, gray tiger up. “He will live well.” Turning to the father, “I will visit Lottie, whenever I can. We will look for you both in the towns.” He and Elrohir nodded off to the two and left.

Elladan and Elrohir did visit with Lottie and her father. They saw them often. They told her stories of the elves, traded trinkets and goods, kept them well stocked with food after having found a small, livable, bright hovel of a house for them. And when Lottie grew older and fell in love with the miller’s son, well, Elladan knew she would still be well taken care of and not want. And still he visited. Still to Lottie’s delight.

But what did become of the little blind, gray tabby?

#Ellandan Fiction #Elladan And Elrohir Fiction #Elven Fiction #Elves #Lottie's Life #Gray Days And Gray Gifts #Fat Gray Tabbys #Hopefully All Grammatical Misteaks Have Been Fixed!

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wildxlily · 3 years

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Sister Sister

Lily figured she’d dress up a bit and do her makeup for going out to the pub with Harry and her sister. So, her counter was currently covered in different makeup products as she tried to decide between a more natural look or a smokey eye and bold lip. She knew Harry wouldn’t care either way, but Liz would definitely encourage her to go for the bold lip. That was just the type of person she was.

Harry was supposed to meet Lily at her place, then they’d make their way to the pub together for the first time in ages. They’d already discussed what happened the last time they went there, and Harry was warned a bit to not bring that up to her sister. Not at first, at least. He got ready himself before heading over to her place, where he knew he’d spend some time waiting while she finished up getting ready.

Deciding on the bold lip, Lily got to work on her makeup. She knew she’d get crap from her sister if they made her wait, so she did her best to get ready as quickly as possible. For once, she was completely ready and just sitting on her couch on her phone when she heard Harry knock on her door. She was quick to answer, a bright smile on her face. “Hi, babes,” she greeted before leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

Harry waited while Lily answered the door, smiling once she did. “Hello,” he answered and returned the kiss, “You look gorgeous. You’re ready already?” he teased.

Lily made a face at him, sticking out her tongue as she nudged him back so she could close her door behind her. “Ha. Ha. So funny. But yes, I am. I don’t need my sister ragging on me for always being late.” She turned to lock the door, sending him a look over her shoulder. “You do that enough as it is.” She sent a grin his way to know she was mostly teasing. While Harry did tease her about it, he never complained. Yet another reason he was so perfect.

“Well, she must know you well if she’s doing that,” Harry smiled and walked with Lily back to his car after she closed and locked the front door. “Are you excited to see her?” He asked after closing the car door on Lily’s side and then getting in himself.

Lily playfully rolled her eyes as she joined him to the car. She couldn’t help but smile though as she climbed in. “Yeah. I’ve missed her since she moved to London. She hasn’t been home since Christmas.”

Harry got into the driver’s seat and started the car. “Oh, that is a long while then,” he nodded as he began to drive. “Well, it’ll be nice to catch up, yeah?” he grinned.

“Yup! And she gets to meet my adorable boyfriend so she’ll finally understand why I talk about him so much,” Lily grinned over at him.

Harry smiled and held his hand out for hers, eyebrows raised a little. “Oh, boy. Putting a lot of pressure on me,” he joked with a small grin, glancing over at her.

“Oh please,” Lily scoffed, rolling her eyes even as she took his hand. “Says the man who was so confident meeting my parents. Lizzie is nothing compared to my dad. She’ll play tough but she’s just a big softie.” After all, she was the big sister who was supposed to look after her baby sister. But Lily knew the two of them would be best friends in no time, bonding over teasing her.

“You know...that’s how your dad is too, though. Tough at first but we were best friends by the end of the day,” Harry went on teasingly and smiled as he looked ahead at the road. “I’m very excited to meet her. We’ll be teasing you together in no time.”

Lily tilted her head back and forth. “Okay. She’s definitely a lot like my dad,” she allowed. The biggest pout came to her face though and she dropped her head back with a sigh. “And I am going to be drunk in no time,” she mumbled.

Harry laughed softly at her response, glancing over at her once more. “Oh, don’t worry. At least there’ll be two people to take care of you this time,” he grinned. Soon they were pulling up to the pub and Harry parked before going around to open Lily’s door. “You always look so pretty, lovey.”

Lily gave him a small look as she climbed out, a hint of the pout still on her lips. “See now you’re just sucking up to me.” Despite her words she still stole a kiss on the cheek. “But thank you, love.” She waited for him to close the door and then took his hand as she headed into the pub. A quick glance around showed that they had in fact beat her sister. “Shall we claim our booth?” she grinned over at Harry as she nodded towards the table they had sat at that fateful night.

Harry closed the car door after Lily got out and headed with her towards the entrance to the pub. “Of course. That’s our spot now,” he smiled softly, sitting once they arrived at the booth and waiting until her sister would arrive. “Bring back any memories?” he grinned.

Lily slid into the booth next to him and laughed wholeheartedly at his question. “Not really,” she shook her head with a giggle. “They’re all a bit blurry.” She was mostly joking. Of course, she remembered some of their night and how much they were laughing about their adventure chasing a goat around the hotel garden. And the girls eyeballing Harry as well.

“Oh, right,” Harry laughed, sitting up to rest his elbows on the edge of the table. It was crazy to him how long it’d been since they were last there. “Did you want me to get you anything or just wait until your sister gets here?”

Lily pressed her lips together as she looked towards the bar. “You wanna just get all three of us a beer and I’ll text her? She should be here any minute.” Her sister was never one to be late and after all, they had actually gotten there early.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be back in a few then,” Harry told Lily with a smile and got up from the table. He was excited to meet her sister, especially after everything went well when meeting her parents. He went to grab drinks for the three of them and assumed her sister would be there when he returned since Lily commented she was always on time.

Lily had just opened the text message to her sister when she heard a “Lil!” from across the pub. Automatically her head jerked up and looked to find her sister making her way towards the table, a bright grin to match her own on her face. “Lizzie!” Lily squealed, trying to get out of the booth as quick as possible so she could get to her sister and give her a big hug. “Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much!” she sighed, earning a light, but affectionate chuckle from her sister. “I’ve missed you, too, Lil.”

“How have you been? It’s been forever.” Lizzie couldn’t get the smile off of her face either as they hugged, then sat down in the booth where Lily was sat first. “Weren’t you supposed to be bringing someone along for me to meet?” She grinned.

Lily’s smile somehow even grew wider at the mention of Harry. “He’s at the bar getting us some beers to start with,” she explained. “But I’ve been great. Really. You’re the one I want to hear about, Miss Big City.” Lizzie smirked when she saw that look on her little sister’s face. Sure, they’d texted about Harry and how he made Lily feel, but it was different to actually see the blush and loved-up grin in person. However, she decided to be nice and not to pester Lily about it, instead catching her up on how things were going in London while they waited on their drinks.

Lizzie started talking all about what’s been going on in her life. Her and Lily had a lot to catch up on since they weren’t seeing each other daily anymore to talk about everything and anything. While they were talking, Harry made his way back to the table with their drinks and a small smile on his face. “Speaking of, is this the one I’ve been hearing all about?” Lizzie asked Lily with a smirk, nodding towards Harry as he returned.

Lily looked up at Harry, her brows furrowing slightly at the small smile on his face. Possibly nerves. Either way, she slid out of the booth so Harry could slide in, taking one of the drinks to help free up his hands while her other hand came to rest on his upper arm. “Lizzie, this is Harry. Harry, Elizabeth,” she introduced, gesturing between the two. Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Only our parents call me Elizabeth. Liz or Lizzie is fine,” she assured Harry, thanking him when he passed her a beer.

Harry sat down in the booth with Lily and laughed softly at her sister’s remark. He set a glass down in front of each of the girls with his own sitting in front of him on the table. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Liz. I hope I didn’t interrupt any important conversations,” he grinned softly.

Lily took a sip of her beer, her hand instinctively falling to rest on Harry’s knee as she sat close to him. Liz waved her free hand dismissively. “Just catching up, but we can do that anytime. I came here to meet the man that’s got my sister falling head over heels for him,” she smirked. Despite the fact that Harry had a very good understanding of her feelings for him, Lily’s cheeks still turned a little pink at her sister’s words.

Harry smiled at Liz and then looked at Lily beside him with eyebrows slightly raised. He knew they would talk about him, and both of them knew beforehand that teasing Lily was likely to be on their schedule that night. It was all just fun. Although, Harry wanted to make sure Lily got enough time to talk to her sister after not seeing her for a bit. “Oh, is that what she says about me?” He smiled at Lily, gently nudging her shoulder.

Lily avoided Harry’s eyes, knowing her cheeks would just get even more red if she did, and instead took a drink of her beer. “Oh, she talks my ear off about you. Won’t shut up about how amazing you are, so I had to see you for myself,” Liz nodded with a smile before raising her brows slightly towards Harry, obviously sizing him up.

Harry smiled at Liz as she continued. Both of them clearly had initiated the teasing already, and amused by Lily ignoring their efforts. “Is that true, Lily?” He grinned, wrapping his arm around her waist to playfully nudge her closer.

Lily acted as if it was some big chore for her to scoot closer to Harry when really, she always wanted to be close to him. “Please,” she rolled her eyes before looking up at him. “You act as if I don’t tell you all the time how amazing you are. Should probably cut back on it to keep your ego in check.” She scrunched her nose up at him in the most adorable way before a grin made it to her lips.

“That would probably be a good idea, actually, lovey,” Harry agreed with a small laugh. She did tell him often, as he did with her. It was nice to have a relationship that was always reassuring. “I believe she’s a bit used to my teasing by now,” Harry told Liz with a grin towards Lily.

Liz just watched the couple across from her as she nursed her beer, the rim hiding her small grin. When Harry talked to her, she took a last sip for now and then gestured towards him with her pint. “Hey, I’m just glad she found someone who can dish it right back at her,” she laughed softly. “Don’t forget that I learned from you,” Lily quipped. Elizabeth had always been quick with comebacks and Lily looked up to the way her big sister would stand up for herself and others.

Harry chuckled softly. “Oh, yeah. Very quick. Thanks for teaching her that,” he joked with a smile. He was happy to see Lily back together for a visit with her sister. And he was glad there wasn’t anything to worry about prior; he and Liz were getting along just fine.

Conversation flowed easily between the three and so did the drinks. Lily loved how well her two best friends were getting along. Sure, they teamed up on her every now and then, but she didn’t mind if it meant her sister liked Harry. “Alright, Mr. Styles,” Liz slurred ever so slightly, a brow cocked at Harry. “My sister has told me all about your night here where you kissed. Well...what you apparently told her because she was pretty damn drunk by the end. But I’m not sold on this whole ‘accidental drunk kiss’ shebang. Be honest. Did you kiss her on purpose?” Lily giggled and turned to Harry, raising her eyebrows at him as well. It was fun teaming up against him for a change tonight and this wasn’t the first time he’d been asked this question.

Harry laughed, raising his eyebrows slightly back at Lily and her sister. He knew eventually the teasing would be turned to him. Lily’s sister was in town and of course she’d want to know more about the guy she’d been dating for quite a while now. “Oh, you don’t believe me? Lily was skeptical at first, too. Weren’t you?” He smiled at her. “I went in for a hug or a kiss on the cheek, something... I did not go in for a kiss. Honest. I wouldn’t want our first kiss to be when she’s almost wasted,” Harry teased with a laugh.

Lily pointed at him accusingly. “A hug or a cheek kiss or something? Even you don’t know!” she cried. Lizzie just wore a look that said she agreed with her sister. “Yup. Still don’t believe you,” she shook her head.

“It was months ago. We’d already settled this until you just brought it up again,” Harry playfully told Liz with a laugh. Whatever happened, it was a strange night but Harry would always be thankful that it happened. It at least sped up Harry’s process of telling Lily what he actually felt.

That just made Liz laugh and Lily hooked her arms through Harry's, pouting as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, love. But it's still funny to tease you about," she giggled. Thankfully they had their kiss in the hotel suite to make up for the awkward mess that was their first kiss.

“Yeah, yeah...I’m used to the teasing,” Harry smiled softly. He was getting really comfortable with the idea of being on such good terms with Lily’s family. First her parents, now her sister. He supposed Lily should meet his own sister sometime soon as well. “Do you two have any other plans while Liz is visiting?”

Lily grinned before leaning up to give him a kiss on his cheek. "You know I love you." Then she let go of him so she could return to what was left of her pint. Liz was taking a sip of her own, like some weird sister intuition. "Sorry, but I'm going to steal my little sister for a day and then have a sleepover," she looked at Harry apologetically. It was no secret that the two spent most of their free time together and often slept at each other's places. Lily perked up, "Yup! Gonna do all our favorite things and then pig out on pizza and ice cream while sobbing over our favorite rom coms and doing facials."

Harry chuckled softly. He figured he’d have to give Lily up for at least a little bit while Liz was visiting. They usually spent most days together but Lily hadn’t been able to see her sister for a long time. “Wow, that sounds like a full day,” he grinned, “Will the sobbing ruin the facials or are you doing those at separate times?”

Lily pursed her lips and tapped her finger against her chin before pointing it. "Facials may come after. Get rid of all the puffiness," she nodded. Her sister just laughed and shook her head. Even though Lily was definitely on her way to drunk, she could still be logical in her weird Lily way. She didn't realize how much she missed it.

“Right? Like that way just makes sense to me,” Harry smiled at her and joked, “You know, in my own experience.” He thought Lily seemed very happy to see Liz. He was glad to see it. “Does anyone want another drink?”

Lily rolled her eyes and pointed at him before giving her sister a dull look. "See what I have to put up with?" she asked only to earn a laugh from Lizzie. "Personally, I think he's perfect for you. Dishes out just as much sass and teasing as you," she grinned at her sister. "I'm glad you finally found someone who can put up with all your craziness." Lily's jaw dropped at her sister's small jabs and then pouted a little. She was quickly distracted though by Harry's question and she looked at her almost empty pint as she pondered. "I think I may call it on the drinks," she sighed.

Harry’s jaw dropped slightly at Lily’s question, although he knew fully that it was all teasing. He was glad the three of them were fitting quite well together. It appeared all of them loved to joke, especially when it came to teasing each other. And it did make him grin when Liz said that they were perfect for each other. He already knew it but he liked having her family’s approval too. “Yeah, might be a good idea...we don’t want a replay of last time,” Harry smiled at her.

Lily looked over at Harry, “You’d like it.” She finished off the last of her pint and then turned her attention to her sister when a thought popped into her head. “Oh. So, Harry here is big on the idea of me getting a tattoo. I told him we’d talked about getting sister tattoos but you didn’t like any of my ideas.” Now it was Liz’s turn to be thrown under the bus.

Harry couldn’t help but grin. It appeared they were just going around the table now on who gets teased next. He’d say Liz got a fairly easy one to deal with...nothing like having to explain the first drunk kiss to the sister of the girl you shared it with. “I didn’t turn down allll of your ideas, Lil,” Liz replied, “and of course Harry here would support your tattoo ideas. He’s covered based on the pictures you’ve sent me.”

Lily opened and closed her mouth like a fish, holding up a finger before looking at Harry. “Beach pictures,” she explained quickly. Then her attention was back on her sister. Not letting her get away with it. “But that is such a lie. You may have not outright said no to them but you made that face which meant you weren’t really down.”

Harry could only grin as he looked between the two, watching them go back and forth. “Okay, well...” Liz began, looking at Lily from across the table, “maybe we’ll come up with something during this visit, yeah? I could never give you a definite no,” she smiled.

Lily narrowed her eyes as she turned her finger and pointed it at her sister. “Sister day. We are deciding on matching tattoos and going to get them. No bailing on me.” She raised her brows, not convinced when Liz let out a sigh. “Fineee,” she grumbled a bit. “Pinky promise,” Lily demanded and thrusted her pinky towards her sister, leaving her with no choice but to hook their pinkies.

Liz playfully rolled her eyes as she watched Lily stick out her pinky for her to take, but did so anyway, hooking their fingers together. “I didn’t know what I was getting into when I decided to come visit you,” she grinned.

Lily was full on beaming now as she locked pinkies with Liz. "You love me and missed me. Won't believe otherwise." She let go and sat back in the booth with a self-satisfied grin on her face, her hand once again falling to Harry's leg and giving it an excited squeeze. "If anything, we can ask Harry here for tips. He's pretty good at picking out tattoos," she turned her grin to him. Although she was definitely biased.

“Oh, I know. You believe what you want,” Liz teased and sent Lily another smile to tell she was joking. Harry grinned at Lily’s comment, raising his eyebrows slightly. “I don’t know about that. Not so sure you’d want me picking out yours,” he laughed softly.

Lily hummed as she looked him over, mentally going over all of his tattoos in her head. She'd sure spent enough time admiring them, she pretty much had each one and its location memorized by now. "Hmm..you may be right. You do have some oddball random ones," she allowed. "And I don't think Liz here would go for matching topless mermaids." She let out a giggle, but it turned into a full-blown belly laugh when she saw the alarmed expression on her sister's face.

Harry laughed at Lily’s words. Both he and Lily were entirely used to all of his tattoos by now, but Liz surely looked surprised to hear about the mermaid tattoo that was on his skin. “You don’t think so? Then all three of us could match. I think that could be cute,” Harry grinned.

�� Liz's mouth gaped open like a fish as she just shook her head. "N-no. I am not getting a naked woman tattooed on me. Ever!" Lily just laughed some more before looking at Harry. "Sorry, lovey. But I'll be honest...that's not a favorite of mine."

“Understandable. It’s not one of mine either,” Harry laughed. There were several tattoos of his that he currently didn’t love as much as he did when he was getting them done. “You’ll figure out something that the both of you will like equally.”

Liz gave Harry a questionable look, "That's not always very easy when it comes to me and Lil." This caused Lily to just roll her eyes. "She's too stubborn. I'll probably just give in and get something that she really wants," she mumbled to Harry, though it wasn't really under her breath like she had intended. Thankfully Liz took no offense and was actually quite smug about it. "Glad you finally see reason," she hummed.

“Anything will be better than those ideas you had a while back,” Liz continued teasing Lily with the same smirk on her face. Harry already predicted it was going to be interesting for them to settle on a tattoo, but Lily had been talking about it a lot more recently and he was excited for them.

“See what I’ve had to deal with for all these years? Please tell me Gemma is not like this,” Lily jokingly begged Harry. Who was she kidding? Her sister was her best friend. Even if she did drive her up a wall sometimes.

“I don’t know...I thought Gemma was one to argue before I was sat here with you two for the night,” Harry joked with a smile. He knew they were both very happy to see each other after a long time of going without. It was fun to go out and catch up with her sister instead of their usual routine of going right home after work.

Liz took a sip of her drink and then made a face when she heard Harry. “Shit. I’m making a bloody bad first impression, aren’t I?” She asked. “Knowing Lil, she talked me up.”

Harry laughed softly and shook his head. “Not at all. I’m just teasing. You’re even better than Lily had talked you up to be...and I’m glad now I know someone else who will tease her with me all the time,” he smiled at Liz.

Lily instantly shook her head, dropping it into her hand. “I regretted having you two meet in just the like...first ten minutes of tonight.” Liz laughed and reached over to affectionately pat her sister’s hand. “You knew what you were setting yourself up for, but I’ve enjoyed it. It’s been a fun night,” she smiled warmly at the couple.

“I know I warned you beforehand that you weren’t gonna like all the teasing once we got together. I’m sure Liz did as well,” Harry smiled at Lily, resting his hand on her knee when she dropped her head into her hand. “Very fun night.”

“My bad for having foolish hopes that you’d both be wrong.” It was clear Lily was at the point of her drunkenness where she bordered on delirium. And Liz, being no stranger to her sister’s tendencies, took that as her sign to call it a night. “I think you might want to get this one home before she turns into a pumpkin,” she laughed before standing up and walking around the table so she could hug Lily, placing a kiss to the top of her head. “Mm, love ya! I’ll see you soon.” Her attention then turned back to Harry. “Harry, it was very nice to finally meet you after hearing so much. I hope I get to see you again before I head back. Take care of my sister.” With that, she gave one more wave before disappearing to pay her tab and head home.

Harry grinned and remained next to Lily as Liz stood up and said her goodbyes. The night went extremely well, even better than Harry could have expected. Once Liz had left, Harry stood to pay and then returned to get Lily up and out the doors. “Ready to go, love? I think it may be a good time to head out for you,” he smiled softly and reached his hands out to her.

Lily let out a small sigh as she placed her hands in Harry’s and stood up. “Yes. I really want to just climb into one of our comfy beds right now,” she sighed dreamily. Making sure she had her purse, she then made her way through the tables and booths to the door, one of Harry’s hands in hers.

Harry gave her a small smile and then helped her up from the booth. As much fun as they had that night, Harry would always look forward to getting to go home with Lily. He was very much used to, and enjoyed, that routine by now. Harry walked with Lily out of the bar and then opened up the car door for her once they arrived there. “Have a good time tonight, love?”

Lily thanked him as always when he opened her door and then carefully slid in. “I loved it,” she smiled back at him. “Even if you two did pick on me, but I’d say there was enough teasing going around for everyone.” She waited for him to climb in behind the wheel and to get a decent ways from the pub before she shifted a little sideways in her seat to look at Harry. “What did you think of her?”

Harry smiled at her answer and then got into the car on his side. “Warned you, though, babes,” he joked with a grin, starting the car and beginning the drive home. He rested his hand on her thigh prior to her question. “I thought she was great. Very easy to talk to and obviously it is great to have someone around to help me tease you,” he smiled, “I’m glad you two are so close. Maybe you can get together more often.”

Lily absently fiddled with one of the rings on his hand. “I’m glad you guys got along so well. Not that I ever thought you wouldn’t.” Her lips pursed in thought and then her nose scrunched a little. “I suppose I could always go to London to see her. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad going there with a local,” she mused.

“Yeah, that could be fun. Maybe if you’ve got a free weekend or some time off. I’m sure she’d love to have you visit,” Harry said with a smile. Of course, Lily and her sister would still have the next couple of days to spend time together but Harry wouldn’t want them going without seeing each other as long as they did this past time.

Lily nodded in a bit of a daze, lost in her thoughts some. “I’ll start picking Mike’s brain and see if Liz’s schedule matches up. She’s even busier than you and I. That work of hers keeps her running like crazy,” she shook her head. But if anyone could handle it, it was her big sister. She was far more put together than Lily and always had been.

“Yeah, that’s what it sounded like when she was talking about her work. At least getting together every once in a while would be nice,” Harry softly smiled. After a few minutes, they made it back to Lily’s place and Harry parked before they got out of the car.

Lily was still thinking as they arrived to her home and headed inside. “What if you went with me?” she asked suddenly, kicking off her heels at the doorway and then padding to her room. She just assumed Harry would follow. “Then if she can’t spend every minute or day with me, she won’t feel bad.”

Harry followed Lily inside and closed the front door behind them. “Yeah, of course we can do that. I just wouldn’t want to intrude on any sister time,” he answered with a small grin and walked behind her to her room. “We’ll talk about it.”

Lily let out a sigh as she sat down on the end of her bed, nodding. “Probably a good idea to not have this conversation tipsy,” she giggled. Not that she was drunk enough to forget the conversation, but she was buzzed enough for her mind to be a little cloudy. So, she dropped it and instead made grabby hands for Harry in hopes of getting him to come closer.

“I think you might be right,” Harry softly agreed and smiled at her. It was a really good night. Everyone got along as expected and no one was nearly as drunk as the last time Harry and Lily had attended that pub. Harry of course took the hint at Lily’s hands to come closer, sitting down with her. “You’re cute when you’re a little tipsy, did you know that?”

Lily just grinned up at him, leaning into his side. “I know. And I like to use it to my advantage. But!” she held up a finger. “I will say I am very proud that I was not clingy tipsy tonight and all over you. I’d say I did a good job of being respectful with our PDA.”

Harry leaned back slightly with his hand against the mattress, looking at Lily with a smile as she spoke. “You did great. Now, I may like the clingy tipsy Lily myself but...great self-control in front of your sister, lovey,” he grinned.

Lily couldn’t help but get a bit of a mischievous look on her face. “Well....” she drawled, her fingers walking up his chest to the top button of his shirt which really wasn’t all that high up. “My sister isn’t here anymore...so...I could definitely be clingy tipsy Lily.” Her eyes flicked up to meet his, peeking up at him from under her lashes.

Harry’s grin matched her own, glancing down to watch her fingers move along his chest before meeting her gaze once more. “Well, aren’t I lucky?” He asked, leaning in to steal a kiss.

Lily’s body sank into his as she kissed him back. All these months and they were still one of her biggest weaknesses. Her palm flattened against his bare chest; fingers spread out underneath the fabric of his shirt. “I’m definitely the lucky one,” she murmured against his lips. “Get to bring such a handsome fella home with me from the pub.” A small giggle escaped at how silly she sounded even if it was true.

Harry rested his hand on Lily’s side as they moved closer to each other, slowly dragging it down along her hip. He softly chuckled at her last comment, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, “Yeah, it’s not just a drunk kiss this time, babe. I think we’ve gotten a little more serious since then, don’t you?” He grinned.

Lily pulled back just enough that she could look at him, a grin of her own on her lips as she turned her body more towards him and tangled her foot between his. “You didn’t come home with me last time. So, this is a definite upgrade,” she joked.

“I’d have to agree,” Harry chuckled softly and gently pulled her closer for another kiss. It was crazy how different it was now compared to their previous nights spent at the pub as just best friends, which weren’t all that long ago.

Lily smiled into the kiss, her hand now sliding up to cup his neck. It wouldn’t be long until her fingers were in Harry’s hair at this rate. She couldn’t help but think they should definitely go to the pub more often, especially now that they were in a serious relationship. It’d be so much more fun just the two of them.

Harry ran his hand down along the back of Lily’s thigh as they laid together, gently bringing her body closer to his own. “I thought you’d be falling asleep on me by now,” he teased with a smile and began to trail kisses down to her jaw.

Lily finally gave in and just moved to properly lay down in her bed, wasting no time in tangling herself up with Harry once he joined her. “Mm-mm,” she shook her head a little. “Not after having to sit next to my beautiful boyfriend all night with his half-done button up and curls that just beg to have my hands in them. I can finally be all over you and I’m not about to deny myself of that,” she rambled.

Harry moved with Lily as she went to lay down on the bed, holding himself above her and pressing kisses down along her neck. He smiled at her words and shook his head a little. “Still giving me all the compliments even when you’re tipsy,” he grinned, wrapping both of his arms around her waist to hold her close to him.

Lily just beamed back at him, wrapping her arms around his neck in return and leaning up to place a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. “Because I love you,” she replied simply. And the fact is...it was simple. She knew with every fiber of her being that she was madly in love with Harry.

“Hm, okay... it’s just that I love you more,” Harry replied and sent a grin Lily’s way. He moved his hand to rest on the back of her neck as he kissed her, his thumb rubbing slowly against the skin between her jaw and cheek.

Lily opened her mouth to argue, but her lips were suddenly covered by Harry’s and all she could do was hum. Between the kiss and his touch, she was easily back under his spell, her body sinking back into the mattress. “Babes, that’s not fair,” she managed to mumble before returning the kiss. Meanwhile one of her hands fell to trail down his back, fingertips following his spine to the dip in his lower back.

Harry softly grinned when he heard Lily’s mumbled words. One kiss or one touch from Lily, that was all it took and Harry was crazy about her. It had been a little since they had time alone like this, so clearly, he was happy they were taking advantage of the moment. “Not fair? Why’s that?” He continued, trailing kisses down towards her jaw.

Lily took this opportunity to catch her breath and to also organize her thoughts a little. But that was extremely difficult between the alcohol and Harry’s wandering lips. “You can’t say that and then kiss me before I can argue,” she explained. Meanwhile her hands moved to grip his hips, lightly pushing to signal for him to lift up just enough that she could reach between them to unbutton his shirt.

“I don’t know about that...it appears I just did,” Harry playfully stated. He felt her hands, taking the hint to sit up from her a little. He leaned up, removing his lips from her skin and running his hands along her thighs as he looked at her. “Beautiful,” he complimented.

Lily went to work on his buttons the second he sat up and once they were all done, her hands were sprawled across his chest. However, she tore her eyes away from his tatted skin when she heard his compliment and felt her heart melt, a smile instantly spreading across her lips. “Says my unbelievably handsome boyfriend,” she quipped before propping herself up on an elbow. Then she cupped his neck with her other hand and met him halfway for a deep kiss.

Harry slowly ran his hands along her skin as her fingers worked on the few buttons actually done on his shirt. He smiled at her response and leaned down to meet her once more. He slipped his shirt off the rest of the way while their kiss deepened, dropping the shirt to the floor. Harry’s hands went to take the material off of Lily’s body next, kneeling between her legs on the bed.

Lily broke the kiss just long enough to help Harry get her dress off, all the while admiring the view of him shirtless. It’d been on her mind ever since their talk with her sister about tattoos. Once she was left in just her underwear, she reached for the button of his pants, undoing them and his zipper so he could remove them as well.

Harry slid Lily’s dress off of her body and tossed it with the clothes that were already to the side of the bed. He followed up with taking his jeans off, Lily already had started the process by undoing the button and zipper for him. Once they were off, Harry reconnected their lips, running one of his hands along the back of her thigh as he moved it around his waist.

Lily hummed softly into the kiss and allowed Harry to do as he pleased, her own hands coming up to cup his cheeks. “I love you a lot, Harry,” she murmured, softly running her thumbs over the stubble on his cheeks. “More than I could ever put into words.” She met his green eyes with her brown ones so he could see the sincerity.

Harry pulled away only slightly from the kiss when Lily did to speak, looking down at her. He held her close as he usually did, loving the feeling of his touch against her skin. “You are the love of my life,” he told her, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from her face.

Lily got choked up at his words and could feel the sting in the back of her eyes from the threat of tears. “And you’re mine,” she whispered as if it were a secret for only them. Then her lips were back on his, wanting to completely lose herself in Harry and their love.

Harry gave her a small smile and then reconnected their lips, his eyelids falling closed as they met. He was crazy for her, clearly, and always had been. He pressed his body against hers as their kiss deepened once more, holding himself just slightly above her body.

Now that Harry was shirtless, Lily’s hands were all over his naked torso. Meanwhile she hooked her ankles around his waist and gently rolled her hips up to his.

They spent quite a while close to each other, kissing, and with Harry letting his hands wander along her body. It had been a little since they had this time and they were clearly in no rush, which Harry was definitely not complaining about. Yet after a while, Harry pressed kisses all the way down to Lily’s hips, his fingertips gracing along her thighs. He knew he shouldn’t tease for too long.

Goosebumps followed wherever Harry’s hands wandered and it tickled when his curls lightly grazed her tummy the lower he went. However, she lifted her head whenever he made it to her hips. “Babes...are we just pleasuring each other or actually...you know?” she wondered.

Harry pressed a few kisses to her skin before sitting up slightly when he heard her question. “I don’t know, both...” He answered with a small chuckle, “whatever you’re in the mood for. You know I’m good for anything...you’re the one who’s a little tipsy,” he grinned.

“Clingy tipsy to be more accurate, so how about we just make love so you can hold me?” Lily suggested with a soft smile. “That’s my favorite being wrapped up in your arms.”

“Fine by me,” Harry answered with a soft smile. He sat back up to lean over Lily and reconnect their lips, his fingers going to each side of her underwear to slide the material down her legs.

Lily didn’t hesitate to return the kiss, not breaking it as she helped him get her underwear down. Once it was off, her own hands went to the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down.

Harry pulled away for just a second so he could reach over to her night stand and grab a condom from it. Clearly, deciding to keep some at her place was a good idea since Harry was over so often. He nudged off his boxers and tore open the package so he could roll the condom on, pressing kisses just below Lily’s jaw all the while.

While Harry got the condom, Lily undid her bra and tossed it somewhere out in her room, really not caring where it went at this point. She just wanted to be completely naked with Harry. So as soon as it was off and he had retrieved the condom, her arms were around him as he kissed on her neck, one hand in his curls.

Harry quickly got settled again with Lily, moving his kisses down and along her chest once her bra was off. He sat up a little, his hand going between her thighs to rub a few slow circles against her. “I love you,” he smiled, looking down at her.

Lily gasped softly and her body arched some off of the bed when he touched her. “I love you, too, Harry,” she breathed. “So fucking much.” She used her hand in his hair to bring his lips back to hers and her legs once again wrapped around his waist, desperately trying to bring him close. “I need you, babes. Please.”

Harry happily returned the kiss and rested with one of his forearms against the mattress, just next to Lily’s body, to hold himself up. He inched closer once she pulled him in and kept his hand between them, now aligning themselves and beginning to slowly push in once he heard her words.

Lily let out a sigh at the feeling of him finally inside her. It had been far too long even if it really wasn’t all that long ago. But Lily could never get enough of having Harry like this. One of her hands fell to his hip while the other stayed lovingly curled in his hair as she focused on the kiss. But her lips didn’t stay on his for long, instead making a slow trail to that gorgeous jawline of his and the soft spot under his ear.

Harry almost moaned at the feeling, easing his way into her even though both of them were only urging for more. He wrapped his arm underneath her, between the mattress and her lower back, and loved the kisses he felt being pressed against his jaw by her. “Lily,” he let out with a small grin, sneaking in another kiss.

Lily grinned into the kiss, her hand sliding down to cup his cheek. “I love when you hold me like this,” she confessed, her thumb brushing over the corner of his lips. There was very little, if anything, that Lily didn’t love about Harry. But there was just something about the way he held her when they were together like this that turned her into mush.

He smiled softly against her lips, their hips slowly moving together now. “Yeah?” He said with a faint grin, “Guess I’ll just have to hold you like this forever then, won’t I?” He was proud in saying he knew a lot of what Lily liked, including the way he held her, but he loved indulging in those things with her as well.

Lily snuck several more sweet kisses as her hips matched pace with his. “Please do,” she mumbled. “Especially if it means I get to be like this with you forever.” It sometimes still boggled her mind with how much ease her and Harry spoke of their future. But she wanted it more than anything.

“Of course,” Harry answered with a grin, hugging Lily’s body closer to his and pressing another kiss to her lips, “there’s nothing I want more.” Harry dropped his head to kiss along her jaw and neck, his hand running along the back of her thigh as he held it closer to his body.

Lily didn’t know how much closer they could get at this point, but she knew it would never be enough. Allowing him to do as he pleased, she arched her neck back for Harry and let her eyes slip closed as she relished in the pleasure. Meanwhile her hips picked up pace ever so slightly, using her legs to pull him in deeper and tightening her grip on his curls when he hit that perfect spot. “Harry,” she half-moaned, half-sighed.

Harry continued his movements, pushing his hips a bit further as her legs urged him to as well as quickening his thrusts. He let out moans every so often, his eyebrows furrowed. Lily knew just what to do to make him feel good, including moaning his name.

Lily smiled to herself when she heard Harry’s moans and leaned up to place a gentle kiss between his eyebrows. Then she placed more kisses to his cheek, his jaw, and continuing down to his neck and chest. There she found a spot along his collarbones to gently suck on.

Harry kept their pace, one of his hands against the mattress to hold himself above Lily as he moved his hips. He placed a quick kiss to Lily’s temple when she picked her head up. “You feel so good,” he told her, dragging kisses just below her ear.

Lily smiled in satisfaction at the love mark she'd left behind and her eyelids fluttered a little at his kisses. "I guess going a bit without has its benefits?" she teased with a soft laugh. Not that it had really been that long, but they'd mostly stuck to just pleasuring each other lately. That's what happened when two teases were in a relationship together. They enjoyed dragging it out and torturing each other way too much.

“Maybe one or two,” Harry played along with a soft laugh. It had been a little while, just a bit longer than what they were used to going without. But Lily always made Harry feel good, no matter the time between.

Lily gently combed her fingers through his hair and found his lips to give him a lingering kiss. "You always feel wonderful, though, love. Can never get over how good you fit," she admitted.

Harry softly smiled, returning the kiss and bringing his hand up to rest on the back of her neck. “So good,” he agreed, matching his own movements up with hers. It didn’t take much for them to find their rhythm and end up in sync with one another.

Lily continued to kiss him, teasingly tugging on his bottom lip until she inhaled sharply at one particular thrust that hit just right. "Right there, babes. But a little harder." That pit was forming in her stomach and she was ready for her climax, but she knew she'd ultimately wait until Harry was right there with her.

Harry kept a hand on the back of her neck while they kissed, his other hand supporting just under her thigh to hold it up closer to his waist. Of course, Harry listened to what she needed and adjusted his thrusts to be a bit harder, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Better?” he questioned, quickly coming closer to his own high.

All Lily could do was nod, too focused on moving her hips to meet his every thrust. Her legs tightened around Harry's waist the closer she got and her hand that wasn't in his curls gripped onto his bicep, fingertips digging slightly into the muscles. She couldn't help the moans that slipped out, both from the feeling of Harry, but also the sight of him above her lost in just as much pleasure as she was.

The same familiar feeling was building in the pit of Harry’s stomach and based off of how Lily was moving and the lovely moans that were falling from her lips, he could tell that she was close as well. Harry continued his thrusts just as Lily liked them but brought a hand between them to gently rub circles against her, urging her just that bit closer to her climax.

Lily's jaw now dropped in a silent moan and her body tensed at Harry's focus on her most sensitive bundle of nerves. "Not until you come," she got out between pants. Harry was always having her come first and she was trying her absolute hardest to hold out for him. But it was hard when he touched her like that and he knew it!

“Mhm...I don’t know about that, babe. You look like you’re getting pretty close,” Harry commented with a soft grin, watching her move around on the mattress beneath them. He continued his circles against her clit as well as his thrusts, his fingers on his free hand gently digging into her hip.

Lily tried to frown at him, but it was hard when he was making her feel so damn good. Her walls clenched down around his member, but she fought as hard as she could to keep her climax at bay. “Harry, please,” she begged, coming out more like a gasp than anything.

Harry was inching closer to his own climax by the second and it was becoming extremely difficult for him to not release especially as he watched Lily underneath him, hearing her moans and his name come from her lips. “I’m coming,” he let out right before reconnecting their lips, not being able to hold back anymore but still moving his fingers in circles for her.

Lily moaned deeply into the kiss as she finally allowed herself to release once she felt Harry do the same. Her hips bucked up to his as they rode out their highs and her fingers dug into his skin and fisted his hair.

Harry removed his hand from between them and wrapped both of his arms around Lily’s waist as they released together, holding her to his body as close as possible. He let out a few moans against her lips, still moving his hips with hers but slowing their movements.

Lily could almost cry when Harry held her close like that. In fact, tears pricked at her eyes for the second time that night as her arms moved to wrap around his shoulders, one hand tenderly cupping the back of his head. “Fuck, I love you so much,” she mumbled against his lips, even her voice was a little choked up.

Harry didn’t need to pick his head up from their kiss to know that Lily had some tears forming in her eyes, but only returned the few slow kisses they shared after he’d held her close like he did. He pulled away slightly to look at her, cupping her face gently in both of his hands. “I love you more. Those are happy tears I hope?” He smiled softly, pressing kisses to her face.

Lily closed her eyes as if she could hide how watery they were. “I blame the alcohol,” she laughed lightly before finally meeting his gaze. “But yes. Happy tears. I just got overwhelmed with my own feelings and just...by your love, too. I don’t know. That sounds absolutely ridiculous,” she shook her head slightly at herself.

Harry chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Does not sound ridiculous, lovey...” he assured, giving her a few more kisses all over her face. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll blame the alcohol too,” he grinned and slowly pulled away to throw the condom away.

Lily let her eyes close once more and just soaked up all the attention he was giving her, having never felt so adored before. She was reluctant to let him go, but she knew he’d be back in her bed in mere seconds for her to cuddle. So, she slipped under the covers and got settled on her pillow. The other had basically become Harry’s at this point. Not that she minded, because that meant it smelled like him and she could cuddle it the rare night they spent apart. “Wonder if I’ll ever stop being surprised by how much I love you and how happy I am with you,” she wondered out loud.

Harry got out of the bed for a moment to throw it away but he returned to Lily right after, settling into his side of the bed. He got comfortable underneath the covers with Lily, wrapping his arm around her waist to settle in closer to her. He smiled softly at her comment, looking at her. “I love you, darling. You deserve the best.”

Lily curled up against his side like always and let out a content hum. “You’re the best,” she murmured as she nuzzled her face into his chest. This was honestly her favorite place to be.

Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulders to bring Lily in closer to him, laying on his back. “Still tired, lovey?” He smiled softly, gently brushing her hair away from her face.

Lily raised a brow at him, “I never said I was tired.” Not that she could blame him, since usually she was the one who was worn out and ready for bed. But she couldn’t help it! Snuggling with Harry just made her so cozy. How could she not get sleepy? “Are you sure you’re not the tired one and just trying to project it onto me?”

“You said you wanted to get into bed when we were leaving the pub so I assumed,” he answered, “but yeah, I always get a bit sleepy when we’re so cozy together.”

Lily’s brows raised higher and her hand that was resting on his tummy moved to trace one of his swallow tattoos. “Didn’t think there was something else I wanted to do in bed besides sleep?” she asked teasingly. Though it was true; being intimate with Harry had been on her mind ever since she opened her door and saw him in that button up. But honestly, when was she not thinking about him in that way?

Harry laughed softly and shook his head. “No, I took that as you getting sleepy after your few drinks there,” he answered with a grin. Of course he was very happy with how their night ended, there was no question about it. “You’re clever.”

Lily smiled smugly, “Even tipsy, I still got it!” She let out a giggle then before snuggling closer to Harry and letting her eyes close. “I love cuddling naked,” she murmured, not really thinking, just saying whatever was on her brain.

“Still do,” Harry playfully replied, gently rubbing across her back as they laid together. “I do, too, lovey. And you’ve tired me out,” he admitted with a soft grin.

“It’s been a long night,” Lily yawned before peeking up at him. “We can go to sleep.” Their eventful evening was catching up to her and she knew she’d be out soon.

“Definitely.” Harry loved when they could do things out of their ordinary. He also loved meeting and getting along so well with her family. It made things feel that much more serious and that was a feeling Harry quite enjoyed. “Goodnight then, babes,” he smiled softly. They’d both be out in seconds, he could tell. “I love you.”

Lily was perfectly content with tonight. Harry loved her sister and she could tell Lizzie really liked him too. It was so nice to have everyone important in her life getting along. “Night, Harry,” Lily murmured, letting her eyes droop closed once more. “Love you.”

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Rainy Days

Imagine Dean letting you do his makeup on a rainy day and you both are bored.

Dean and yourself laid together on your bed. Dean’s arm wrapped around you, and you burrowed into his chest. The 2 of you had been watching movies all day, you loved when you got a break from hunting and had a chance to do nothing. But on a rainy day like today.

“How the hell are you not bored?” You couldn’t help but groan.

“I don’t know? It’s just nice to not have anything today and to just think about nothing. Why, are you bored?” Dean looked down at you.

“Why do you think I asked.” You chuckled.

“Okay, I am gonna give you the opportunity to do the one thing you’ve wanted to do to me.” Dean groaned while pausing the movie and closed the laptop. You sat up and looked over your shoulder at him with one eyebrow arched up. “Not that thing, get your mind out of the gutter.” Dean chuckled and nudged you with his knee. “I wouldn’t let you do that. I was talking about…” Dean hesitated. He must really hate whatever it was you wanted to do to him, “letting you do my makeup.” Dean grumbled it out of his mouth.

“Are you sick?” You asked, trying not to jump up and down just in case he was kidding.

“Nope, I’m doing this because I love you and I trust you, sweetheart.” He jumped at the sudden hug that you sprung on him, which made Dean laugh for the second time that day.

“You are such a good boyfriend.” You sarcastically cooed as you patted him lightly on the face.

“I know, you better make me pie after this.” He pointed at you.

“Oh I’m gonna make you so much pie you won’t know which to eat first.” He beamed up at you when you said that.

“Alright, where do you want me? You’re in control here.” Dean looked up at you waiting for your instruction.

“Ah, what every girl wants to hear. Sit there.” You pointed at your makeshift vanity in the shared bedroom. Dean sat down like you said as you pulled the chair from his deck over.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Dean grumbled.

“Hey, first rule of Y/N’s Salon is no complaining especially when this was your idea.Oh,” you realized something very sad. Dean looked at you with raised eyebrows. “I just realized that I’m gonna have to cover your pretty freckles.” You poked one of his many freckles.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing while you’re doing it.” Dean requested, he almost seemed a little bit interested.

“Alright, we’re gonna start by priming your face with a pore minimizing primer.” You told him as you pumped a few drops into your hand.

“Why?” He asked as you started rubbing it into his skin; his stubble made it harder.

“Because you have big pores, and we want your face to be a sleek as possible.” You sat back as you waited for it to dry a little bit.

“Wow, now I just feel insulted.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit as you started getting the other stuff ready.

“I think you can take it big boy.”

“I think you mean big pored boy.” Dean half-joked, you threw your head back and let out a groan; he wasn’t gonna let you live that down anytime soon.”And now’s the foundation, right?”

“Awe, baby, you do listen to me!!!” You joked as you put drops of foundation on his face. As you blended the foundation around his face Dean was watching you very intently. “What?” You asked him as you tried to focus on a few areas that were harder to blend than on your own face.

“Nothing, it’s just fun to watch you concentrate. The lines you get in your forehead, and every now and then your tongue pokes out of your mouth. I don’t see you make this face when you do your makeup.” Dean mentioned as he moved his head per your request.

“That is because I don’t have any facial hair. Guys that do it online have facial hair and they never seem to have a problem.”

Dean tried to turn towards the mirror, but you gripped his chin and pulled it back to face you. “Nuhuhuh, you are not allowed to look until I am done. Now,” you looked over the surface in front of the 2 of you. “Concealer time.”

“Okay, and what does that do?” You didn’t think he knew how much this meant to you. You had always asked questions about cars and you liked it when Dean taught you a little bit about cars one day when he was working on baby and you even helped him a little bit. You knew he liked it when you tried to learn about something that he was interested in. Now, makeup wasn’t really a hobby per se, but it was something that you did everyday when you could and a lot of the time when you were bored and Dean was away you liked to watch tutorials of other makeup artists online. You rarely wore any when you were on a hunt with the boys, but when you were in your fed suit and you were getting ready to go talk to a family or a witness. Dean usually always watched while you were getting ready.

“It’ll cover up your dark circles under your eyes, make you look a bit younger.” You told him as you put 3 dots under both of his eyes. “Look up,” you told him and he did exactly what you expected. He tilted his whole head up, face toward the sky, which made you laugh a little. “No, face toward me, look up with your eyeballs. Good boy,” you praised him . Making Dean roll his eyes slightly. “Don’t do that unless you was bristles on concealer in your eye.” You warned him as you dabbed your foundation brush back and forth under his eyes. “Now we’re gonna take some translucent powder and put it under the eye over the concealer to set it. It’ll keep the makeup from creasing and moving around the face. We don’t want that.” Now it was the part that you were most excited about; Dean Winchester’s eyebrows.

“I got a question,” Dean started as you brushed his brows up a little. “Would you ever let me do your make up?” You stopped in the middle of filling in his brows.

“You want to?” You asked as you started on the next one.

“Why not? It could be fun.” You finally finished doing his bushy ass eyebrows. Your arm was sore from filling in those things.

“Sure, next time we got time like this.” You went back to the concealer.

“Which is like never.” He said half joking. “What’s with the concealer? I thought we were done with that.”

“Under your eye yeah, but sometimes it can act like a primer. It’ll keep the eyeshadow from sliding around.” Dean closed his eyes before you even had to tell him. You spread the stuff around his eyelid, that was when you got stumped. “So, what do you want for your eyes?” You knew he’d have no opinion but you thought you’d ask anyway.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. You know what you’re doing.” That was like music to your ears.

“Let’s see, we’re just gonna do what I do when we go to talk to witnesses because it’s simple, and I don’t think you’re ready for all that.”

“You know what, do what you do when I take you out.” Dean requested.

“Really?” You arched an eyebrow. Dean stiffly nodded. “Okay. Then we’re gonna start with a light white/pinkish shade to soften up the concealer a little bit.” You were a little worried that you would mess up, but you remembered that you did this almost everyday. But then again you had never done it on another person. Dean reached up and gently grabbed a hold of your wrist.

“You’re shaking, babe,” Dean clearly stated the obvious and he could tell that you were nervous. “Just relax, you stitch me and Sammy up all the time. You have the sturdiest hands out the three of us.” You wanted to kiss him but didn’t want to mess up your hard work, so you stood up quickly and pecked him on the top of the head. “What’s next?”

“I’m gonna take a shade close to your skin tone as a transition shade and swipe it in your crease back and forth, like that.” You said making windshield wiper motions. Sitting back for a moment to inspect his face, you smiled to yourself; not too shabby. “Now for a tanish brown color and I’ll put it a little lower just because when I use a darker color I like to put it a little lower on the lid each time. Super dark brown or deep maroon?” You asked yourself and him a little. “Deep brown it is. I’m gonna take the color on the fluffy brush and put on the outside of your lid and the outside of your crease.

“Why?” He was getting curiouser and curiouser.

“Well you usually take me out at night, the night is a dark time so that means darker makeup, plus I like the darker looks.” Dean gave his infamous ‘fair enough face.’

“Gotta say, Winchester. You make a damn sexy woman.” You commented while you sprayed your flat brush with setting spray. “I said you can’t look!” You yelled as you say him look at the mirror. He shook his head like he hadn’t seen anything.

“Okay, whatcha doing now.” He changed the subject back.

“I sprayed the brush so the glitter looks more metallic. Close em.” You gently packed the stuff onto his eyelid then did the same to the other one. “We’re almost done I promise. Just gotta do the eyeliner.” You grabbed your pencil liner and ever so carefully went along his lash line. “Has anyone told you that you have fantastic eyelashes?”

“Other than you? I don’t think so. Why, mascara time?” You nodded as you brought the brush out of the tube. After you put on bronzer, blush, and highlight your masterpiece was done.

“Done,” you sat back with a sigh. “What do you think?” Dean looked in the mirror and his jaw dropped which made you laugh your ass off.

“You’ve made me a painted whore.” Dean said as he stroke his face. You grabbed his hand trying to keep him from doing it again.

“Well you’re welcome. But just so you know,” you leaned in close so that your lips practically brushed against the shell of his ear. “You are the sexiest whore I’ve ever seen.

“Hey guys, I think I-” Sam stopped as soon as he came in. He stood there like a statue. “Found something. What the hell dude?” Sam started laughing his ass off.

“Yeah, he’s pretty ain’t he.” You said screwing with him now.

“Sam! Get the hell out!” He chased Sam out of the room and locked the door behind him. “And you,” he pointed at me, he grabbed my sides.

“Sam’s never gonna live this down.” You said laughing and he tackled me to the bed.

“And you’ll be paying for it for at least a week.” Dean relentlessly tickling you. You laugh so hard you nearly peed your pants.

“That sounds more of a reward than a punishment.” You smiled at him.

“I know, and you are welcome in advance.”

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean x reader #makeup #fluff

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