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btsvt-bar · 10 months ago

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FEVER

pairing ꩜ journalist!mingyu x afab!reader x journalist!wonwoo

synopsis ꩜ a promotion at work, the new political reporter and a few bottles of wine. writing for a prestigious newspaper can be much more exciting than it seems. it all depends on who your co-workers are.

content/genre ꩜ frenemies with benefits, threesome, smut (18+ mdni)

author's note ꩜ not proofread . comments are apreciated! lmk if you wanna be tagged on part 2 ♡

warnings under the cut!

part one | part two

warnings ꩜ smut, threesome, anal sex, oral (m. receiving), masturbation (f. and m. receiving), cum swallowing, double penetration, alcohol consumption, tipsy sex, sex in the workplace, voyeurism, tit sucking, jacuzzi sex, protected sex. lmk if i forgot something important.

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chapter one

The newsroom of the largest newspaper in the city of Chicago and the Great Lakes region was exactly what one could expect: true chaos. Phones ringing all the time, people talking loudly, papers scattered in the corners, journalists typing at full speed to deliver their articles in time… the place was a huge mess, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You walk quickly among the dozens of tables scattered irregularly across the 6th floor of the building. Being the responsible for the entertainment and arts column, you needed to submit an unfinished article in less than two hours.

The click of your white scarpins were practically inaudible over the cacophony of the room. A little out of breath, you arrive at your table and drop your red bag on the dark wooden tabletop with an audible thump, drawing Kim Mingyu's attention.

The black-haired man looks away from the screen in front of him and starts analyzing your outfit. From the pants tight enough to outline your ass perfectly, the refined silk blouse showing just enough cleavage and the small crucifix that rested near your throat. Mingyu lets out a sigh, he hadn't been with you in bed for three hours and he already wanted to drag you back.

"Did you lose something here on my desk, Kim?" you question in a mocking tone when you notice him staring. Of course you wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease him.

"Not really" he responds by getting up and slowly approaching you. A roguish smile tugs at his mouth. "You, on the other hand, lost a pair of lace panties at my place."

"Mingyu!" you shriek and slap the man's strong chest.

"Relax, darling. No one listened." he informs with a wink. "Would you like a coffee? You look tired, didn't you sleep well?"

The worst part of spending the night with him was his inflated ego the next day.

"You are ridiculous."

In a completely childish act, you throw him a middle finger. Mingyu laughs and leaves to grab a coffee for the two of you.

If one asked any Chicago Tribune employee who y/n y/l/n and Kim Mingyu are, they would, undoubtedly, say "the biggest rivals who have ever worked here".

The two of you had been on the newspaper's journalistic team since the beginning of college. You started together as interns, and since then fought like cat and dog. You weren’t sure, but you thought your enmity started with an argument in the archives room. You just knew that "hating" Kim Mingyu in front of everyone was as natural as breathing.

What most people didn't know was that you don’t replicate Tom & Jerry's behavior when you are alone. Protected from curious eyes, you enjoyed your time in a much more pleasurable way.

Literally.

You hated the term "friends with benefits" to describe what you had with Mingyu. Yes, you were friends outside of work. And yes, you had sex occasionally. But you hated people's need to label things, so you preferred to think of Mingyu as just a friend. The "frenemies" dynamic worked well, both sides were comfortable with it.

And that was enough for now.

"I already added sugar. Two small spoons, right? "Mingyu declares as he approaches to hand over the mug filled with steaming coffee.

"Yes, thank you." you offer a grateful smile and take a small sip of the dark liquid.

You weren’t even surprised that he knew how you had your coffee, you’ve had many breakfasts together.

"Good morning!" Yunjin, your best friend, greets you with a beaming smile. "Have you seen Dino?" the youngest questions as she approaches you. "I need to get a file from his computer."

You look back at your friend's table and notice his backpack on the sideboard, but the man himself was nowhere to be found.

"Lipinski asked him to go to her office about twenty minutes ago." Mingyu responds without looking away from the computer screen. "I have no idea why."

You frown at the information.

"Weird." Yunjin comments when turning on her own computer.

"He’ll be back" you state with a shrug.

"Is he being fired?" Yunjin freaks out.

"He wasn't fired. "Mingyu laughs, amused by the situation.

"And how are you so sure?"

Mingyu points something behind you. You turn your head in sync with Yunjin, and see Dino walking towards the three of you. And he wasn't alone.

The man accompanying Dino wore a black suit, white t-shirt and a dark blue tie with white stripes. He was taller than Dino by a good few inches and, even in a suit, it was noticeable that he took care of his physique and probably went to the gym regularly. However, what left you and Yunjin flustered was his beauty.

"Guys, meet our new political journalist." Dino introduces the man.

"Jeon Wonwoo." says as he extends his hand to Yunjin, who was closer to him.

"Yunjin, fashion and lifestyle." the woman introduces herself by taking his hand.

Wonwoo addresses you with expectation in his eyes. His eyes, you notice, are striking and intense. The kind that seems to be able to read your soul with just one look.

"y/n, entertainment and arts."

Suddenly, you feel like the room is too hot.

Maybe it was because of the man in front of you, who was undeniably handsome and seemed too good to be true. Or maybe it was his baritone voice. You hadn't expected the deep, husky tone that came out of his full, heart-shaped lips.

You bite her lower lip to contain a sigh and shake his hand eagerly.

"Mingyu, sports." His face contorts a little, as if he’d already decided that he didn't like Wonwoo.

"Nice to meet you all" Wonwoo says with a friendly smile and adjusts his glasses over his elegant nose.

"Your table should arrive tomorrow." Dino says, drawing everyone’s attention. "You can use mine for today, I'm going to do some field work and I'll be out all day." the youngest explains as he gathers his belongings and puts them inside his backpack. "Now, I need to take you to HR. Let 's go".

Wonwoo agrees and leaves his backpack on the table. The two head to the elevator hall with Dino explaining more about how the newsroom works.

"I call dibs!" you exclaim as soon as you’re sure Wonwoo can’t hear you.

"Hey, not fair!" Yunjin whimpers.

"You already have Dino"

"And you already have Mingyu."

"Dibs… on what?" Mingyu raises his eyebrow when asking. He wasn't even sure if he even wanted to know what the two of you were talking about.

"To fuck him." Yunjin responds as if it was obvious, gesturing with her hand at the same time. "The new guy is pretty hot, if you ask me."

"Your bad taste scares me."

Mingyu's handsome features contort into a frown. He knew he had no right to be jealous of you, but he couldn't help it. It was difficult, even more so when it directly affected his ego. The thought that he might no longer be the only one to have your attention made him slightly irritated.

"Are you jealous?" you tease as you give the man a knowing look.

"He's dying of jealousy." Yunjin says in disbelief. "I never thought I would see Kim Mingyu like this."

"In your dreams, darlings." he says with a mocking tone and goes back to work. "I need to finish my article".

You exchange a glance with Yunjin and you two let out an amused laugh. You take a sip of your almost cold coffee and risk one last look in Mingyu's direction.

The man was frowning and pouting like a toddler being denied something for the first time.

"Don’t be like that. I promise you’ll always be my favorite." you smile flirtatiously.

Totally out of character, Mingyu offers a shy smile.

"You make it sound so sweet when you lie to me" he snorts and you laugh at the comment, finding the whole situation funny as hell.

Everyone returns to their tasks, but the slight irrational jealousy remains in Mingyu’s thoughts. He lets out an unhappy sigh, feeling extremely stupid.

The brunette takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to refocus on finishing the basketball game schedule he needed to deliver. For now, that’s all he could do.

chapter two

It was Wednesday and the Chicago Tribune newsroom was practically empty. You, Mingyu, Wonwoo and two other journalists were the only ones there.

You feel like you’re being watched and look around, finding Mingyu staring from his desk, his bottom lip casually caught between his teeth. You could practically hear his mind engines turning.

You were very angry at him the night before. Out of jealousy, Mingyu was a total dick to you and to Wonwoo at the company dinner. However, after you shouted at him for around 20 minutes and he fingered you in the backseat of his car, you calmed down a bit. You still pretended to be mad, but you weren’t one to really hold on to grudges.

"I need your help in the archives room. "Mingyu says, shaking you out of your own thoughts.

"Is it difficult for you to find a file on your own?" you tease, tilting your head mockingly.

Mingyu smirks.

"It would be easier if the person who organized it had a decent system, my dear." he teases, remembering why you supposedly hated each other. The man gets up and says: "Let's go, I don't have all day".

You roll your eyes at him, but stand up anyways. He leads the way, and the two of you leave an unaware Wonwoo behind.

Mingyu opens the heavy wooden door and lets you get in first. The lights flickered a few times before stabilizing. Several silver shelves filled with white folders were scattered around the place, as well as some wooden tables and chairs. In the right corner, they had a copy machine and other stationery items that could help journalists' research.

You walk a few inches to the first shelf and only then realize that Mingyu didn't say what he was looking for. "What do you want to find?"

"Archives about the 1958 World Cup."

"Hm... I don't know if we'll have much on the subject" you state as you walk towards the shelves at the end of one of the aisles. "This is the stupidest thing to find around here, why would you even… " you’re cut off when Mingyu turns you around to face him.

He presses you against the low sideboard against the back wall of the room. Your eyes widened, not understanding what was happening. Mingyu runs his large hand across your cheek. He wets his lips, staring at yours eagerly.

"Is it okay if I say ‘shut up and kiss me’?"

You roll your eyes, but grab the man by his tie and pull him in for a kiss. Mingyu lets out a sound of approval, satisfied with your attitude. He lifts you and places you on the sideboard, positioning himself between your legs.

Mingyu raises his hands to your ass and squeezes hard, bringing you even closer. You tangle a hand in his hair, while the other one lightly scratches his nape just the way you knew he liked. Your tongues caress each other with dexterity, having already done this hundreds of times.

The kiss wasn't at a desperate pace with a hint of anger, like it was the last time you hooked up. It seemed like Mingyu wanted to prove a point. He kissed you as if he wanted to mark you as his. And you loved it. The world seemed to disappear when you kissed like that. An earthquake could happen, none of you would notice.

The man separates your lips and starts distributing wet kisses across your jaw and neck. You let your head fall back, giving him more space to explore. Mingyu opens the buttons on the black blouse you wear and notices you weren’t wearing a bra. He lets out a grunt as he raises his strong hands calmly; touching you gently. Too gently. You start to get impatient, knowing you didn't have much time before someone else showed up.

Mingyu wraps his lips around your right nipple, making you let out a soft moan. He gives it a few seconds of attention before moving on to the other and repeating the same process of giving small licks and pulling away with a gentle brush of his teeth. He kisses up from your boobs to your neck, his hands stripping you out of your black skirt in the same rhythm.

"You can stop there." you pull the man by his dark locks when he tries to give you a hickey near your collarbone. You hated being marked in visible places.

"Sorry…" the look he gives you is warm and without the slightest trace of regret. His swollen lips pull back into a sly smile and you roll your eyes out of habit. With no more time to waste, the journalist opens the button on his own pants while you take care of removing your panties.

And that's when you see him. If Mingyu turned his face a little, he would see him too.

Precariously leaning on a file box, two hallways away, was Jeon Wonwoo. His eyes widen when he realizes that you discovered him there. You bite your lower lip and wink at him, making it clear that everything was fine.

Wonwoo lets out a breath, which he hadn't even realized he was holding until then. The man didn't intend to be there. He had gone to the files room after you, at Lipinski's request. He didn't expect to find his coworkers about to have sex.

And he didn't expect to want to stay there to watch.

Suddenly feeling bewildered, Wonwoo backs up until his back rests against the white cabinets that were adjacent to the bookshelf that hid him. He brings his right hand to his forehead and presses the space between his eyebrows with his fingertips.

The room was too hot, the black tie suffocated him, the tailored trousers felt like a prison. A little desperate, he runs his hand through his hair, removing it from his sweaty forehead. Your low moans pull him back to the reality of where he was and what was happening just a feet away from him. He straightens his body, ready to get out of there.

However, he can't leave without taking one last look.

Mingyu hid his face in your neck as he fucked you in a controlled tempo. You hugged him tightly, with your lower lip trapped between your teeth in an attempt to contain your moans.

As if they were magnets, your eyes soon meet Wonwoo's again. You smirk, amused to know he was still there.

With his hands shaking, the man lets out a tortured sigh and walks away, leaving the room as quickly and silently as possible.

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"I need to say something." you declare as you try to adjust the black blouse on your body. It was completely crumpled, but whatever.

"Go ahead” Mingyu turns to look at you.

You open and close your mouth several times, unsure of how to start the sentence. As someone whose job was the use of words, you were definitely failing to communicate.

"I didn't want to talk when we were... " you interrupted the sentence, implying what they were doing. "Wonwoo saw us."

Mingyu stops trying to straighten his messy hair and looks at you suspiciously, as if you had just told him that you knew which numbers would be drawn in the lottery.

"And that’s a problem because…?"

"Why aren't you nervous about this? "you question, finding the man’s reaction weird.

You tilt your head, analyzing the man in front of you. He was strangely calm for someone who had just heard that the new nemesis had seen naked the woman he had been jealous of a few days ago.

"What do you think he's going to do? Go out and tell everyone he saw us here?" he rolls his eyes and tucks the hem of his white blouse into his pants. "As if."

"Of course not, you moron. I thought you would freak out for another reason."

"And what reason could that be?" Mingyu asks, holding your chin with his long fingers, forcing you to look at him.

"Nevermind."

Mingyu shrugs, it was in his best interest to leave that subject aside. You try to adjust your black skirt, unzipping at the back to make the process easier.

"How much did he see?" Mingyu asks himself as he leans against the sideboard, waiting for you.

"I don't know when he arrived, but I saw him before you... oh, you know."

"Before I fucked you?" Mingyu laughs loudly and you slap his chest, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Who knows, maybe he learned a thing or two…"

"You are annoying, Kim Mingyu." you let an amused smile escape your lips.

You turn around in a silent request for help from the man, who zips up your skirt.

"And you love it, my dear" Mingyu kisses your neck as he carefully pulls the zipper up. "Now, move that beautiful ass of yours. We have deadlines." he gives you a playful slap on the butt before heading to the exit.

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muiitoloko · 5 months ago

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Unscripted Love

Summary: At a wedding, actors Alan and You pretend to be a couple, but a heartfelt confession transforms their charade into true love. In a moment of unscripted passion, they discover their feelings have always been real, leading to a new beginning.

Pairing: Alan Rickman × Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Notes: I absolutely loved this idea and had so much fun writing about it! Thank you for the inspiration. I hope everyone enjoys the story as much as I did! 😊

Request from @eccentricchick here.

First, Second and Third part here.

Also read on Ao3

Alan drummed his fingers on his thigh as he sat in the backseat of the car, his gaze drifting between the entrance of the film set and the conversation with his driver. He spoke softly, exchanging pleasantries and casual remarks, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. He always felt this way when he was about to see you—his heart seemed to beat a little faster, a warmth spreading through his chest.

"She's taking her time today," Alan mused, a hint of amusement in his baritone voice.

The driver, a seasoned professional who had driven Alan for years, chuckled softly. "Must be an important conversation, sir."

Alan nodded, his thoughts wandering back to you. He'd never told you how he felt, never confessed that he was in love with you. The fear of losing your friendship, the worry that you might not feel the same way, kept him silent. So, he settled for the role of "Best Friend," cherishing every moment he could spend with you, even if it meant hiding his true feelings.

Finally, you emerged from the set, your expression a mix of relief and mild frustration. Alan watched as you approached the car, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Just seeing you had this effect on him, making everything seem a little brighter.

You opened the car door and slipped inside, an apologetic smile on your face. "I'm so sorry for the delay, Alan. The director just wouldn't stop talking."

Alan shook his head, a reassuring smile on his face. "No need to apologize. Directors do tend to get carried away, don't they?"

You laughed softly, your tension easing as you greeted Alan's driver. "Hello, Tom. How have you been?"

Tom nodded politely, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "Very well, miss. Thank you. Ready to head off?"

You nodded, settling back into the seat. "Yes, please. Let's get out of here."

As the car pulled away from the set, you turned to Alan, a grateful smile on your face. "Thanks for waiting. I know it must have been boring just sitting here."

Alan shrugged, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Not at all. Tom and I were having a riveting discussion about the best places to get a proper cup of tea."

You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully. "I'm sure you were."

The conversation flowed easily between you as the car made its way through the city. You shared stories from your day, the ups and downs of filming, and Alan listened with rapt attention, interjecting with his clever and slightly sarcastic remarks that never failed to make you laugh.

"So, how's 'A Little Chaos' coming along?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

Alan sighed, a mock-exasperated expression on his face. "Oh, you know, the usual chaos. I swear, directing is like herding cats sometimes. But it's coming together. I'm quite proud of it."

You smiled, your eyes shining with admiration. "I can't wait to see it. I'm sure it's going to be amazing."

Alan's heart swelled at your praise, though he kept his tone light. "Well, if it's terrible, you can always blame it on my questionable taste in scripts."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Somehow, I doubt that will be necessary."

The car ride continued, filled with easy conversation and shared laughter. Despite the chaos of your respective film sets, being in each other's company brought a sense of calm and comfort. Alan cherished these moments, even if he couldn't express how much you truly meant to him.

As the car continued its journey, your cell phone rang with a message notification. You picked it up absently, your attention shifting from the conversation with Alan to the screen. Alan glanced at your phone and casually remarked, "You know, I still haven't figured out how to use these new technologies at all. I'm convinced they're designed to make me feel old."

You smiled softly at his comment, but as your eyes scanned the message, your expression changed. Alan noticed the shift, his own smile faltering as concern crept into his eyes. "Is everything alright?" he asked gently.

Forcing a smile, you nodded. "Yes, it's fine." you replied, quickly putting your phone back in your bag.

Alan nodded, accepting your answer, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. You grew unusually quiet for the rest of the trip, your responses reduced to short, polite phrases. Alan refrained from pressing you, giving you the space you seemed to need.

A few minutes later, the car came to a stop in front of the restaurant. You both stepped out, and Alan led the way inside to the table he had reserved. As you settled into your seats, Alan began to fill the silence with stories from the set of "A Little Chaos."

"The garden scenes are coming along beautifully," he said, his voice warm with enthusiasm. "We had to deal with some unexpected rain, but I think it actually added to the authenticity. Nature's little gift, I suppose."

You nodded, your smile faint but polite. "That sounds wonderful, Alan. I can't wait to see it."

Alan continued, trying to engage you with his usual charm and wit. "You should have seen Stanley Tucci trying to keep his wig on in the wind. It was like watching a man wrestle with a particularly determined squirrel."

You chuckled softly, but the laughter didn't quite reach your eyes. Alan's concern deepened, though he kept his tone light. "I swear, the wig nearly took off and started a new life somewhere in the countryside. Stanley was ready to let it go."

You nodded again, your responses polite but lacking the usual spark. Alan could see that your mind was elsewhere, but he respected your need for space and continued to share anecdotes from the set, hoping to lift your spirits.

As the waiter came to take your order, Alan glanced at you, his eyes filled with quiet concern. "What do you feel like having tonight? Maybe something indulgent to cheer you up?"

You offered a small smile, your voice soft as you placed your order. "I think I'll just have the grilled salmon, please."

Alan nodded and placed his own order, then turned his attention back to you. "So, any exciting projects coming up?" he asked, trying to draw you out of your quietness.

You hesitated for a moment before replying, "Nothing too exciting. Just a few scripts I'm looking at. It's been a bit slow lately."

Alan nodded thoughtfully, sensing there was more to your mood than you were letting on. "Well, sometimes a bit of downtime is just what we need. Gives us a chance to recharge."

You nodded, appreciating his understanding but still unable to fully shake the weight that had settled over you since reading the message. The rest of the dinner passed in a similar fashion, with Alan sharing stories and making light-hearted jokes, while you did your best to engage, though your heart wasn't fully in it.

As dessert arrived, Alan reached across the table, his hand gently covering yours. "You know, I'm always here if you need to talk. About anything."

You looked up, meeting his eyes, and saw the genuine concern and care there. For a moment, you felt the urge to confide in him, to share the burden that was weighing you down. But you held back, not wanting to ruin the evening.

"Thank you, Alan," you said softly, squeezing his hand. "I appreciate it. Really."

Alan smiled warmly, his touch reassuring. "Anytime, love. Anytime."

The two of you continued eating your dessert in relative silence. Alan, sensing the need for a bit of mischief to lighten the mood, reached over and stole a piece of your dessert, a playful grin on his face. Normally, this would elicit a laugh or a playful smack on his hand, but tonight, you didn't react at all. Instead, you continued to poke at your dessert absentmindedly.

Alan's concern deepened. He set his own dessert aside, leaning forward with a serious expression. "Alright, love, enough of this. What's really going on? This isn't like you."

You sighed, still poking at your dessert, before replying softly, "It's nothing, Alan. Really."

But Alan wasn't having it. He reached out, gently placing a hand over yours. "Please, [Your Name]. Talk to me. Whatever it is, you don't have to carry it alone."

Your resolve crumbled under his earnest gaze, and you finally relented. "It's... it's Michael."

Alan's expression darkened at the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. He'd never liked Michael, especially after discovering how the man had cheated on you. Alan had tolerated him for your sake, but his dislike was palpable. "What did he do now?" Alan asked, his voice laced with anger and concern.

You took a deep breath, pulling out your cell phone and showing him the message. "He texted me. He's getting married and... he's inviting me to the wedding."

Alan's eyes scanned the message, his jaw tightening with each word. "How does this idiot have the courage to do that?" he muttered, barely containing his anger.

"That's not the worst part," you said, your voice trembling. "The woman he's marrying... it's the same woman he cheated on me with."

Alan's grip on your hand tightened, his anger bubbling just beneath the surface. "That bastard," he growled. "He doesn't deserve a moment of your time or thought. How dare he?"

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "I know. But it still hurts. I thought I was over it, but this... it just brought everything back."

Alan moved his chair closer to yours, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a comforting embrace. "Listen to me, [Your Name]," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "You don't owe him anything. You deserve so much better than him and his pathetic attempts at validation."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence. "I know you're right, Alan. It's just... hard to see it that way right now."

Alan kissed the top of your head, his touch gentle and soothing. "Take your time, love. But remember, you have people who care about you, who want to see you happy. And I'm one of them."

You smiled through your tears, grateful for his unwavering support. "Thank you, Alan. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a serious yet gentle expression. "You'll never have to find out. I'm here for you, always."

As the waiter came to clear the table, Alan gave him a polite nod before turning his attention back to you. "Let's get out of here," he suggested. "How about we take a walk? Clear our heads a bit."

You nodded, appreciating the suggestion. "That sounds nice."

Alan settled the bill, and the two of you stepped out into the cool evening air. As you walked side by side, Alan kept a protective arm around you, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of your emotional turmoil.

The city lights twinkled around you, the sounds of the bustling streets providing a soothing backdrop as you walked in silence for a while. Finally, Alan broke the silence, his tone lighter, trying to lift your spirits. "You know, if I ever meet this Michael fellow again, I might just have to give him a piece of my mind. Or perhaps a piece of my fist."

You chuckled softly, the image of Alan confronting Michael oddly comforting. "I wouldn't want you to get into trouble on my account."

Alan smirked, a playful glint in his eye. "Oh, I wouldn't get into trouble. I'd just give him a very stern talking-to. Maybe with a few choice words from Shakespeare."

You laughed, feeling a bit of the weight lift from your shoulders. "I'd pay to see that."

Alan's expression softened as he looked at you, his eyes full of affection. However, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted some paparazzi lurking nearby. He quickly removed his arm from around you and put his hands in his pockets, not wanting to create any scandal in the media. You and Alan were already often mistaken for a couple, and you had previously commented on how frustrating you found it. Alan didn't want to feed the media's gossip any further.

The two of you continued walking side by side, the city lights casting a warm glow around you. The air was cool and refreshing, helping to clear your mind. After a few moments, Alan turned to you, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"You know," he began, his voice measured and calm, "I read in Michael's message that he said you could bring a date to the wedding."

You nodded, not entirely sure where he was going with this. "Yeah, he did. But I don't think I'd want to go alone anyway."

Alan's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he continued, "What if you... took me as your date? We could... pretend to be a couple, like in those cheesy movies. Show Michael that you're better off without him."

His words took you by surprise, and you stopped in your tracks, turning to face him. "Alan, I don't know if that would work," you said hesitantly. "It's not as simple as it sounds."

Alan paused, considering his words carefully before speaking again. "Think about it, [Your Name]. We're both actors. We've played a couple dozens of times. Pretending to be a couple at Michael's wedding will be like... stealing sweets from children."

You chuckled at his analogy but remained uncertain. "I get that, but what if it backfires? What if people see through it?"

Alan's expression was resolute as he looked into your eyes. "We'll be convincing. We've always had great chemistry on screen. Besides, this is a chance to show Michael what he lost. And more importantly... to remind you of your worth."

You took a deep breath, weighing the pros and cons of Alan's suggestion. It was true that you and Alan had always had a natural rapport, both on and off screen. Pretending to be a couple might not be as difficult as you feared. And having Alan by your side would undoubtedly make the experience more bearable.

"Alright," you said finally, a small smile playing on your lips. "Let's do it. Let's show Michael what he's missing."

Alan's face lit up with a genuine smile, his eyes twinkling with delight. "That's the spirit," he said warmly. "We'll make it a night to remember."

As you continued your walk, the weight of Michael's message seemed to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of determination and excitement. With Alan by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, including your ex's wedding.

The next few days were a whirlwind of preparation. You and Alan discussed your plan in detail, rehearsing your "couple" act to ensure it would be as convincing as possible. You coordinated your outfits, planned your arrival, and even rehearsed a few affectionate gestures and inside jokes to make your performance seamless.

On the day of the wedding, you felt a mix of nerves and excitement. Alan arrived at your apartment, looking dapper in a tailored suit that accentuated his distinguished features. He gave you an approving once-over as you stepped out in your elegant dress, his eyes filled with admiration.

"You look stunning," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of awe.

You blushed, feeling a rush of warmth at his compliment. "Thank you, Alan. You don't look too bad yourself."

He offered you his arm, a playful glint in his eyes. "Shall we, my dear?"

You nodded, slipping your arm through his as you both headed to the car. The drive to the wedding venue was filled with light-hearted banter, helping to ease your nerves. Alan's presence was a calming influence, and you felt more confident with each passing moment.

As you arrived at the venue, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the challenge ahead. Alan squeezed your hand reassuringly, his eyes filled with unwavering support.

"Remember," he said gently, "we're in this together. Just follow my lead, and everything will be fine."

You nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. "Thank you, Alan. I couldn't do this without you."

With a shared look of determination, you both stepped out of the car and made your way to the entrance. The moment you walked in, heads turned, and whispers filled the air. You could feel the curious gazes of the guests, but with Alan by your side, you felt a newfound confidence.

As you made your way through the crowd, you spotted Michael across the room, his expression one of shock and confusion as he saw you with Alan. You took a deep breath, your resolve strengthening. This was your moment to show him that you had moved on, that you were better off without him.

Alan leaned in, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. "Ready to make a grand entrance?"

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Let's do this."

With Alan's arm securely around your waist, you approached Michael, your smile confident and poised. "Michael," you greeted him, your voice steady. "Congratulations on your wedding."

Michael's eyes lit up with a mixture of emotions, but he quickly composed himself, a polite smile forming on his lips. "Thank you, [Your Name]," he said, his voice carefully controlled. "I appreciate it. And Alan, it's good to see you."

Alan's expression was one of polite indifference, reminiscent of one of his on-screen villain roles. His intense gaze seemed to pierce through Michael as he greeted him with a curt nod, his arm remaining firmly around your waist. "Michael," Alan acknowledged, his tone cold and measured.

You could feel the tension between them, and you leaned into Alan for support, your heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Michael seemed a bit flustered by Alan's presence, his composure slipping slightly. "If you'll excuse me," Michael said, his voice a bit strained. "I need to greet the other guests."

Suppressing a laugh, you watched as Michael hurried away, clearly rattled by the encounter. Alan's grip on you tightened slightly, a subtle gesture of reassurance. "Well, that went better than expected," Alan murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

You smiled up at him, grateful for his unwavering support. "Thank you, Alan. I couldn't have done this without you."

Before Alan could respond, a group of wedding guests approached, their eyes wide with excitement as they recognized both you and Alan. Among them were several younger women who seemed particularly starstruck by Alan.

"Oh my gosh, it's Professor Snape!" one of them exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

Alan chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yes, well, I'm afraid Professor Snape isn't quite as charming as I am in real life," he said, his tone subtly self-deprecating.

The women giggled, clearly delighted by his response. "We loved you in Harry Potter," one of them gushed. "You're such an amazing actor!"

Alan gave them a gracious smile, his baritone voice warm and inviting. "Thank you, ladies. I'm glad you enjoyed the films. They were quite a remarkable experience."

As the fans continued to gush over Alan, you couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for him. He was so effortlessly charming and kind, making each person feel special with his attention. It was no wonder you had a little crush on him; it was hard not to be captivated by his presence.

One of the women turned to you, her eyes shining with excitement. "And you're so lucky to work with him! What's it like?"

You smiled, glancing at Alan with affection. "It's incredible. Alan is not only a brilliant actor but also a wonderful friend. I'm very fortunate to have him in my life."

Alan's eyes softened at your words, and he gave you a gentle squeeze. "The feeling is mutual, [Your Name]."

The conversation continued with more fans approaching, eager to meet both of you. Alan handled the attention with his usual grace, making everyone feel at ease with his witty remarks and genuine interest. You couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he navigated the situation, his presence a calming influence amidst the excitement.

As the night wore on, you found yourself more and more drawn to Alan, his charm and kindness only deepening your feelings for him. The way he looked out for you, the way he supported you without hesitation—it all made you realize just how special he was to you.

Finally, when the wedding ceremony began and everyone took their seats, you and Alan settled in the back, observing the proceedings. The ambiance was serene, the air filled with the soft murmur of guests and the gentle strains of classical music. You found yourself stealing glances at Michael, your thoughts a mixture of lingering pain and newfound strength.

Alan, sensing your tension, gently took your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His presence was a comforting anchor, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. Leaning closer, Alan whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin, "Do you remember that movie we made together where our characters got married at the end?"

You turned to look at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I remember," you replied softly. "You were quite charming in that tuxedo. Definitely sexy."

Alan's eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at you, but your next words came out before you could stop them. "No wonder I missed the scene on purpose just to kiss you more times."

Realizing what you had just confessed, you froze, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Alan's expression shifted from amusement to something deeper, but before he could respond, the entrance of the bride saved you from further awkwardness.

Everyone stood, including you and Alan. As the bride made her way down the aisle, Alan leaned in once more, his voice a hushed murmur in your ear. "Did you really mess up that scene on purpose just to kiss me more times?"

Your heart raced as you quietly hissed back, "Be silent, Alan. The bride is entering."

Alan obeyed, but you could feel his amused gaze on you, the heat of his presence almost tangible. The ceremony continued, and you found it increasingly difficult to focus on the proceedings with Alan's question lingering in your mind. The truth was, you had indeed missed those scenes intentionally, unable to resist the allure of his kisses, the way his touch made your pulse quicken.

As the ceremony progressed, you felt Alan's hand gently squeeze yours again, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture. It was a silent promise, a reminder that he was there for you, regardless of the complicated feelings now simmering between you.

As the judge performed the ceremony, his voice a solemn backdrop to the picturesque garden setting, Alan leaned in once more, his breath warm against your ear. "You didn't answer my question, [Your Name]."

You ignored him, your gaze sweeping across the beautiful garden where the wedding was taking place. The fragrant blooms and lush greenery created an almost ethereal atmosphere, but your mind was too preoccupied to fully appreciate it. The ceremony continued, the judge's words blending into the background as you tried to steady your racing heart.

"Do you, Michael, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?"

Michael's voice, firm and confident, cut through your thoughts. "I do."

Just then, you felt Alan's hand gently rest on your knee, a gesture so intimate and unexpected that you couldn't help but turn your attention to him. Your eyes met, and you were a little surprised to see how close your faces were to each other. Alan's hazel eyes, sometimes shifting from brown to green with the changing light, held you captive, their depths revealing an intensity that took your breath away.

"And do you, Jennifer, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?"

Jennifer's soft, clear voice responded, "I do."

But you could no longer focus on Michael's wedding. You only had eyes for Alan, mesmerized by his gaze. His presence was magnetic, and you found yourself drawn to him in a way you hadn't fully acknowledged until now.

The judge continued reciting the ceremony, his words a distant murmur as Alan leaned closer, his voice a low, intimate whisper. "I've been in love with you for some time now, [Your Name]. And I would love to try something with you if you want to."

His confession caught you by surprise, and you felt your heart skip a beat. The ceremony, the guests, the entire world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that moment. Alan's words echoed in your mind, their sincerity and vulnerability leaving you speechless.

"In the presence of these witnesses, and by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Applause erupted around you as Michael and Jennifer shared their first kiss as a married couple, but you barely registered it. Alan's eyes searched yours, his expression earnest and hopeful.

"Alan," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I... I didn't know you felt that way."

Alan's hand tightened on your knee, his thumb brushing over your skin in a soothing gesture. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid of losing what we have. But seeing you here, so beautiful and strong, I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the depth of his feelings, feelings you had always hoped for but never dared to believe were reciprocated. "I... I feel the same way, Alan," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been in love with you too."

A slow, radiant smile spread across Alan's face, his eyes lighting up with a joy that mirrored your own. "Then let's not waste any more time," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Let's make this work. You and me."

Before you could respond, Alan leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away entirely, leaving only the warmth and tenderness of his embrace. His lips were soft and inviting, and you found yourself melting into the kiss, your hands coming up to rest against his chest.

The kiss deepened, filled with the promise of a new beginning, a future where you and Alan would no longer have to hide your feelings. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered emotion, and you knew that from this day forward, everything would change.

Unbeknownst to either of you, a fan in the crowd had discreetly taken out their phone and was filming the two of you, capturing the intimate moment as it unfolded. The camera caught the way Alan's hand gently cradled your face, the way your fingers tangled in his hair, and the undeniable connection between you.

As the kiss finally broke, leaving you both breathless and smiling, Alan rested his forehead against yours, his eyes filled with love and determination. "I love you, [Your Name]," he whispered, his voice a promise.

"I love you too, Alan," you replied, your heart swelling with happiness.

The fan, realizing they had captured something truly special, quickly put away their phone, eager to share the video with the world. Little did you and Alan know, your love story was about to become the talk of the town, a beautiful testament to the power of love and the magic of unexpected moments.

#alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #a little chaos

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otomiyaa · 8 months ago

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Ticklish Loid Forger x Reader

Romantic + 34. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Requested by @fluffandgiggles for my 1K Followers Event🌻

"Hehehe! Do it again - ahahaha! Agahahain!"

You smiled. Little Anya really loved tummy tickles more than anyone. She rolled on her back, her small hands holding yours, almost like a cat hugging its owner's hand tightly in order to keep it there, rather than remove it.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" you sang playfully, wiggling your fingers like spider legs over her belly.

"Bond too, Bond too!" Anya giggled, which was followed by an approving "borf!" from the adorable dog, eager to get his tummy tickled too, and so you did. You managed to pull your hand free from Anya's soft grip and tickled Bond's furry tummy. Bond reacted in a similar way as Anya did, rolling on his back adorably and enjoying the affection.

"Anya too, Anya too, ahahaha!" Anya squealed. Back to Anya. It was a playful loop of tickles that rewarded you with the sweetest giggles and borfs.

In the middle of all the fun and chaos, you looked up at Loid who sat on the couch reading his newspaper. Except.. he was no longer reading. He was staring at you. Not at Anya, not at Bond, you, with the fondest smile on his face.

Just as the two of you locked eyes, Anya yelled something about world peace (?) and ran into her room, together with Bond, leaving you behind in sudden silence.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, getting up to sit next to him.

Loid instantly blushed and looked back at his newspaper. "L-like what?" he asked nervously.

"Like... I don't know," you hummed, glancing down to find an opening. And oh, you found one.

"You were looking at me like... you were longing for some tummy tickles too?" you said, and you reached for his tummy and started to tickle. Loid immediately tensed, the newspaper crumbling in his hands as he bent forward.

"Wha-What?! Hohohold on! Thahats not- ahhahha! That's not truehehe!" he laughed.

"It isn't? You weren't starting like that because you were jealous?" you teased him, not slowing down your tickle attack on him.

"Nohoho I wahahasn't!" was Loid's giggly response.

You smiled. You weren't supposed to know he was a spy, and you weren't supposed to know he was this ticklish. Yet the romantic relationship you shared with him brought you this valuable information that could endanger your life. Whether that made it less exciting to make use of? Of course not!

"Okahahay eeheh-enough nohohow!" Loid laughed, pulling up the newspaper to use as a shield and cover his cutest reactions. He yelped when you grabbed his shield and pulled it away from him.

Loid immediately curled up in defense, protecting his tummy from further harm, but you were not planning your attack on his tummy like he anticipated. Instead you grabbed both his sides and clawed, digging in and wiggling your fingers while you climbed on top of him for further control.

"HAahahah! Nohoho! N-not thahahat!

The result was so sweet and satisfying. The loudest belly laughter that could only be activated through tickling and nothing else. No joke or funny face could get Loid Forger to make such a sound with all of his voice, and you found yourself staring at him with love and fondness as he let out this uncontrollable laughter.

"You wihihin! You win ahahah!"

"Was this ever a game, then?" was your teasy reply. You caught his hand that tried to fend off yours and entwined your fingers while using your other five fingers to continuously scribble at his side and ribs, making him arch his back.

"Hahahave mehehercy!" You couldn't hold back the smile that was even hurting your cheeks at this point. He was just too cute.

Despite your romantic relationship, Loid Forger didn't actually know that you knew about his true identity. He didn't know that you were aware of how smart he really was. How strong he was. How much danger he outsmarted everyday and how many opponents he took down.

Not knowing that you knew, he seriously allowed you to overpower him like this, fighting back with little strength almost equal to Anya's. He basically lay there and accepted your playful tickle torture, paying the price with his most beautiful laughter. Oh you never wanted to stop.

But of course you should've known it was a temporary delight. It was when you noticed two pairs of eyes staring at you from the side when you stopped tickling him, and you gasped.

Bond was wagging his tail, and Anya was looking at you with huge sparkling eyes. "Anya too! Tickle Anya too!" she chirped. You sighed and shook your head fondly.

"Well, it seems I have a new tickly part time job, don't I? Will I get some assistance?" you asked Loid who was still looking so sweet and flustered. He coughed awkwardly and nodded.

"Definitely," he said before forming two claws with his hands. Anya immediately squealed and started running now that her father got involved. Loid shot you a playful glance before he got up, and he winked.

"Your turn will be after this, just you wait," he said, making you blush as you were sure that was a tiny bit of the hidden Twilight side he just showed, and you secretly couldn't wait to see more of him!

#x reader tickles #spy x family #loid forger #x reader #loid x reader #tickling #tickle fic #anya forger #bond forger #otomiya!writes #lee!loid

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the-writing-trash-panda · 5 months ago

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So with the release of 100yg anime I’ve gotten excited about writing Fairy Tail fics again. Here’s a sneak peek at one I’m currently working on.

Title: A Dragon’s Heart is True

Description: All dragon slayers possess the abilities and traits of a dragon; this includes an aggressive possession over something, or rather someone. This trait manifests as a fierce protectiveness and unyielding loyalty to the person or object they have claimed. The bond is almost primal, driven by an instinctual need to guard and cherish their “hoard”.

No one knows how this bond is formed. Whether it’s fate or something that grows over time, the connection between the dragon slayer and their chosen is undeniable. Once the bond is established, it is nearly impossible to break. The dragon slayer becomes fiercely dedicated, willing to go to great lengths to ensure the safety and well-being of their chosen, even at the cost of their own life.

This bond is not always welcomed by the person on the receiving end. The protectiveness can feel overwhelming, even suffocating, to those who are unaccustomed to such intense devotion. Yet, for others, it is a source of great comfort and security, knowing they have someone who will always stand by their side, come what may. The relationship between a dragon slayer and their chosen is complex, a delicate balance of power, trust, and understanding, forged in the heat of battle and tempered by time.

Ships: Nalu, Gajevy, Miraxus, Rowen, Kinabra, Stingyu, Rogura

Chapter One: The Awakening

Lucy awoke to the pleasant sound of chirping birds and the early morning hum below her apartment. She closed her eyes again, a content smile on her face as she just soaked it all in. Ever since joining Fairy Tail her life had been filled with adventure and chaos but at least she had one constant source of peace. Waking up in her own place, enjoying the morning rays, and although it had been annoying at first she had the comfort of Natsu holding her close as if to protect her. Of course, Mirajane and Lisanna would constantly tease her saying something or other about her and Natsu acting like a couple, and yes part of her wished that was true but Lucy knew that her feelings for Natsu were a complex mix of admiration, friendship, and something more. She had long since accepted that their relationship was one of deep, unspoken understanding rather than the romance her friends seemed to wish for. As she stretched and rose from her bed, she glanced at Natsu, who was still fast asleep beside her. His presence was a reassuring comfort, even if they hadn’t defined what exactly they were to each other.

Lucy tiptoed to the kitchen, determined to make a quiet breakfast so she wouldn’t disturb him. The soft clinking of dishes and the aroma of brewing coffee soon filled the apartment. She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about how these moments of peace were the calm before the next whirlwind of adventures and missions. Yet, amidst all the chaos, it was these simple, quiet mornings that she cherished the most. Ahh yes, everything was perfect; for about fifteen minutes. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of scratching on the walls. She could feel her eye twitch as she tried not to lose her mind. One of these days she was going to kill that stupid cat.

“Happy, I swear, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to find you a new home far away from me,” Lucy grumbled, glancing towards the source of the noise. She knew it was futile to get upset with Happy, but the cat’s relentless scratching was starting to wear on her nerves. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She dished up some food and placed it on the table for Natsu and Happy before heading over to the bathroom for a shower.

After her shower, she dressed quickly and returned to the kitchen. To no surprise at all, Natsu was already awake, sitting at the table and devouring the food in front of him. His eyes lit up with his characteristic enthusiasm as he spotted her.

“Morning, Lucy! This tastes amazing!” he exclaimed, diving into the food with his usual gusto.

“Good morning, Natsu. I already ate so I’ll meet you guys at the guild. I promised Levy I would help her translate something this morning.” Lucy grabbed her bag and put on her jacket, ready to head out.

Natsu’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, right! I forgot you had plans. Well, we’ll see you there then.”

Lucy waved goodbye and made her way to the guild, enjoying the crisp morning air. She couldn’t deny that Magnolia was beautiful during the early spring months. As Lucy walked towards the guild, she couldn’t help but think about the many ways her life had changed since joining Fairy Tail. The bustling streets of Magnolia were lively with people starting their day, the occasional sight of other mages heading to or from their missions adding to the vibrant energy of the town.

When she arrived at the guild hall, she was greeted by the usual chaotic atmosphere. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of magic filled the air. Levy was already waiting for her at a table, surrounded by a pile of ancient texts.

“Good morning, Lu!” Levy called out with a bright smile. “Thanks for coming. I’m really struggling with these translations, and I could use an extra pair of eyes.”

Lucy smiled back at Levy, settling into the chair beside her. “Good morning, Levy! Let’s see what you’ve got.” She took a look at the texts, quickly immersing herself in the complex symbols and ancient language.

As they worked, the guild’s lively atmosphere continued around them, with people coming and going, and the usual banter filling the air. Despite the constant buzz, Lucy found a surprising calm in the task at hand. It was a welcome contrast to the previous day’s chaos and a reminder of how much she enjoyed these quieter moments with friends. About half an hour later Natsu and Happy arrived at the guild soon getting into another stupid fight with Gray and Gajeel. Yep, this was Lucy’s normal but she really couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

Around noon Mirajane approached the other two girls carrying a tray of food. Setting it down she sat across from them her friendly smile still present. “Here you two go, you’re both working so hard and I don’t want you to forget to eat.”

Levy’s eyes lit up at the sight of Mirajane’s food. “Thank you, Mira! This looks amazing.”

Mirajane chuckled softly. “I’m glad you like it. It’s always nice to see you both working so diligently. Besides, I know how easy it is to get lost in these texts and forget to take a break.”

Lucy took a bite of the food and nodded in agreement. “This is great, Mirajane. Thanks for bringing it.”

“Oy hot stuff, where’s our food?” A voice rang out across the guild hall. Mira’s smile fell as she let out an annoyed sigh. Lucy looked over at the group of wizards that had been passing through town. A guest in the guild hall wasn’t a rare occurrence but one that showed little respect was, and it usually didn’t end well for them.

“Well, I better get going. You two have fun,” Mira said standing up and grabbing the empty tray. However, before she could even begin to walk back to the bar the visitors were struck by a bolt of lightning falling on the ground unconscious. “Oh Laxus, I didn’t know you were back.” Lo and behold up on the balcony stood the lightning dragon slayer glaring down at his victims. Lucy glanced up at Laxus, his presence commanding attention and respect. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing that his sudden appearance usually meant trouble for someone. Laxus had always been a force to reckon with, but his loyalty to Fairy Tail was unwavering, and his occasional interventions were his way of keeping order.

By late afternoon Lucy and Levy had finished most of the translation, only having one book left. The only information they had on it so far was that it was about dragon slayer magic and was written back when the magic was first created. “Alright, I think we did some pretty good work today. I’ll take this home and see if I can figure something out before we continue tomorrow. Thanks for your help, Lucy,” Levy said, stretching and packing up her things before grabbing Gajeel’s attention and leaving. Lucy finished packing up her own things and headed towards the guild’s exit. The day had been productive, and she was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. As she walked towards the door, she noticed Natsu and Gray still in the middle of a heated argument, their voices rising above the general noise of the guild hall. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile, some things would never change. Lucy shook her head with a chuckle as she made her way out of the guild hall. The familiar sight of Natsu and Gray arguing was a comforting reminder of the family she’d found in Fairy Tail. It was these kinds of moments that made her appreciate her life, even with all its chaos.

After a relaxing dinner and a comforting bath, Lucy found herself on her couch enjoying a new book while Natsu and Happy played a card game on the floor. She had almost forgotten about that last book until Levy called her and excitedly told her to come to her place. Lucy quickly made her way out of the apartment, dragging Natsu and Happy with her. When they arrived Lucy knocked on the door impatiently. Gajeel answered the door clearly upset that his evening was being disturbed. Lucy didn’t care and just pushed past him and joined Levy in the living room.

“What're you doin’ here Salamander,” Gajeel grumbled, rubbing the back of his head as he shut the door behind them.

“Lucy made me. Trust me I don’t want to see your ugly mug more than necessary either,” Natsu retorted, sticking his tongue out at Gajeel.

Levy, ignoring their bickering, held up the book they had been working on. “Lucy, you won’t believe this! I think I’ve found something new in this book.”

Lucy’s eyes widened with curiosity as she took a closer look at the ancient book Levy held. “Really? What did you find?”

Levy beamed with excitement. “It’s an old legend about the origins of dragon slayer magic, but there’s more. There’s a section here that talks about some kind of bond between a dragon slayer and their chosen. I still haven’t figured out what a ‘chosen’ is, I was hoping you would have some ideas.”

Lucy's interest was piqued as she scanned the old text Levy had been poring over. The legend about the bond between a dragon slayer and their chosen intrigued her. She'd read many myths and ancient stories since joining Fairy Tail, but this one felt different. Perhaps it was because of the personal connection she felt with Natsu and the other dragon slayers in the guild.

"Hmm, a 'chosen'... It could mean many things," Lucy mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe it's someone the dragon slayer forms a deep connection with, or perhaps it's related to their magic somehow."

Levy nodded eagerly. "That’s what I was thinking! But it’s all so vague. There are a few references to rituals and ancient ceremonies, but the language is so archaic, it’s hard to decipher the exact meaning. Do you two know, I mean you are dragon slayers.”

Natsu and Gajeel glanced at each other unsure just how much to share. Yes, they knew about the chosen, how could they not? The problem was that it wasn’t as simple as the girls were making it out to be. Natsu scratched his head, looking thoughtful. “Well, we know a bit about it, but it’s not something we talk about much. The whole idea of a ‘chosen’ is pretty personal and complicated. It’s not something we’ve really delved into.”

Gajeel grunted in agreement. “Yeah, it’s not exactly common knowledge. Even for us dragon slayers, it’s more about instinct than something we sit down and study. It’s kinda like that thing in ‘er cheesy books.”

Levy’s eyes widened as she caught on to what Gajeel was implying. “You mean, like a soul mate?”

Natsu looked uncomfortable with the comparison, while Gajeel just shrugged. “Sort of. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but yeah, something like that. It’s not always clear-cut, and it’s different for each dragon slayer.”

Lucy, however, was fascinated. The idea of a deeper connection tied to dragon slayer magic intrigued her. She glanced at the book again, her mind racing with possibilities. “If the ‘chosen’ is something akin to a soul mate, then it could explain why dragon slayers have such strong bonds with certain people. So how do you guys know who your chosen is?” Natsu and Gajeel exchanged glances, both somewhat uneasy about delving into such personal matters. Natsu cleared his throat before speaking up.

"Well, it’s not like there's a manual for it or anything," Natsu said slowly. "It's more of a feeling, you know? It’s like you just know, and it’s not always something you can explain easily. It’s a connection that goes beyond words."

Levy turned back to the book eager to know more. “This says something about possessive behavior and the need for protection. Could that be related to the bond you’re talking about?”

Natsu nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, that makes sense. Dragon slayers often feel a strong need to protect those they care about, and it can be pretty intense. It’s like there’s this inherent drive to keep them safe, no matter what.”

Gajeel added, “And it’s not just about protection, either. There’s a sense of loyalty and devotion that comes with it. It’s a part of the bond that’s hard to put into words but is deeply felt.”

Levy scribbled notes furiously, her excitement palpable. “This is incredible! If we can piece together more about this bond, it might give us insights into dragon slayer magic that we’ve never had before.” As soon as she started she stopped and looked up at Gajeel in curiosity. “I’m your chosen right?”

“Gee hee, course you are pipsquke. What, worried I’m gonna leave you for another woman?” Gajeel smirked at Levy’s playful jab, his tone light despite the serious discussion they were having. “Not a chance. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic preview #preview #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail #nalu #gajevy #miraxus #rowen #kinabra #stingyu #rogura #mating season #dragon slayers

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poetryvampire · 5 months ago

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Can I request headcanons for (poly but none of them are dating yet) Zevlor and Rolan reacting to gn human Tav confessing to both of them but they explained they would understand if they're rejected since they're the same kind who has discriminated them so much? With a happy ending please?

Sweet beautiful Anon! Again I thank you deeply for your patience and am sorry it took so long. I absolutely loved the idea though and turned it into a little fic. It is going to be two chapters and here is part one (second one should be ready later this week lol) Please enjoy the angst and yearning (✿◡‿◡) 💜💜💜

Falling into Place

Pt 1 (pt 2 is Here !🥰)

Reader x Rolan x Zevlor

Light suggestive imagery (the nsfw lives in pt two)

You hadn’t intended on being so bold when you planned to visit Ramazith’s tower, but something in the way the corners of Rolan’s mouth curled as he brushed off your words sent a rush of boldness through you. Even as you sat on the corner of his desk, obscuring part of the map that ran past the edge practically hitting the floor, the wizard kept a playful look in his eye that made your heart pound.

“You know, if I wanted a horrid little creature to disturb my work and make a mess of my things I could have picked up an alley cat by now.” He mused, still pretending to read the papers in his hands.

“You should! You’ve got the room now.” You smiled as Rolan rolled his eyes.“Will you at least consider it?”

“Consider roaming around the countryside- for gods knows how long- looking for a troop of goblins?” He leaned back in his chair throwing the papers to the side. “I’m sorry, but it doesn’t sound terribly appealing.”

“Oh come on, won’t it be a nice change from locking yourself in here night and day?” You gesture around you at the chaos of books and scrolls that was his office.

“ Well, hero,” Rolan scoffed. “I am perfectly comfortable in my tower and don’t require saving at the moment. You’ll be the first to know should that change.” He turned his attention back to the map in front of him.

“Please.” You whine. “It’ll be fun! And they’ll just be a few of us. Wyll, Karlach, Zevlor-”

“In that case I must go.” The tiefling wrinkles his nose, cutting you off. For a moment you second guessed how real his annoyance might be. “With all the praise you showered on him after your last little adventure I would have thought him capable of taking down the goblins all by himself.”

“My word, is the great master of Ramazith’s Tower jealous of a paladin?” you tease.

“No.” Rolan snapped quickly. He stood, reaching across the sprawling paper to scribble some notes towards the top. “And could you get off my desk now?”

You didn’t move, rather regarded the wizard and the knit in his brow. It was no secret that he wasn’t the warmest man you’ve known and the signals of his true feelings were sometimes hard to read. Suddenly missing the mild affection he gave you from time to time, you leaned your head against his shoulder causing him to freeze completely.

“Obviously you don’t have to go.” You sighed. “But, I just thought it would be nice. I do like having you around. For some reason.”

He snorted out a small laugh and you could have sworn he shifted closed to you. Even the slight contact brought a smile to your lips.

“Good. The feeling is… mutual.” He paused, his eyes darted about not knowing where to look.“ And I suppose that wizard of yours is still busy boring his students to death?”

“He’s not my wizard. I haven’t got one, unless you’ve suddenly had a change of heart in the last two seconds.” You glance up at him coyly and could have sworn he took a sharp intake of breath.

“Well, it still sounds like a horrible time and I have no real interest in it. However, it would be irresponsible of me to let you lot go on your little adventure without the skills of a wizard. So- to save myself from losing sleep- yes I will-”

You let out a squeal and flung your arms around him causing his words to catch in his throat. Thanking him profusely and you let out a flood of words assuring him his worries were unfounded. Rolan kept still, hardly even breathing, in your embrace. Cautiously, he slid his arms around you and lightly ran his hand up and down your back.

“Now, now, there’s no need for such thanks.” he let out a nervous laugh. “ Not yet anyway. I’m sure I’ll end up pulling you out of some mess before too long.”

The spring in your step as you walked home that evening quickly turned back into worry. It was true that Rolan tagging along would be helpful and- of course- you desperately wanted him around. As the tiefling had advanced in his magical mastery you had seen less and less of him. It made you question if he’d lost some of the little affection he may have held for you. Not that it mattered in the end. You very much doubted you’d have the chance to come clean about your feelings.

You had always taken your time with love affairs, trying to gauge the situation before laying your heart bare. You had a heart overflowing with a care that was more than happy to give to however many people you loved. Of course taking multiple partners wasn’t for everyone and as careful as you were to be honest with potential lovers you had been burned horribly in the past. Rejection was a fear you carried with you now more than ever.

There was no point in lying to yourself anymore. You had never been so in love with two people than you were at the moment. Perhaps serendipity, perhaps a curse, both Rolan and Zevlor had taken your heart utterly. The cleanup and rebuilding of the city would have been impossible without them. They had both spent countless hours at your side ready to aid you in any way you needed. As time pressed on your bonds had deepened and the idea of not having your favourite wizard and paladin in your life broke your heart.

How could you tell either of them the truth when it may mean losing one of your closest friends? Would you have to choose one of them? And if your greatest hope was true and they shared your affection you couldn’t bring yourself to break one of their hearts.

Neither of them had ever indicated how they might feel about having partners. It had never come up in conversation and every time you considered breaching the subject you backed out at the last minute, too afraid of what they may say. As much as you had learned of tiefling culture, you hadn't found anything that may give you a hint. For now the only decision was to try and stay sane while your desire ate you alive.

***

At a glance the journey was off to an excellent start; the weather had been fair and after only a week of travel you had stumbled across a strong lead. The comfortable routine of traveling with your companions was a welcomed change. Rolan seemed in good spirits despite his playful jabs and endless complaints. It was mid way through the second week when everything went south.

The path chosen turned out to be far longer and harder to traverse than you hoped. One with twisting slopes and leaden with brambles and jagged, uneven rocks. After taking a deeply embarrassing tumble, Zevlor had taken to staying at side, ready to offer his hand or an arm to cling to for balance. More than once, perhaps subconsciously, you allowed the contact to pass the need for stability. For a moment you could revel in the dream of having such a kind and gentle man on your arm. Again, you hadn’t meant to over step. The two of you never shied away from physical contact- you’d had plenty of sparring sessions with the man- but there was still an unspoken tension no matter how comfortable you had become. Unlike with Rolan, it was easy to slip over the line- the one you had given yourself- with Zevlor and not even realize it had happened. In the end it always made you feel just as foolish as the night you had invited Rolan. .

To make matters worse the late summer weather had turned uncharacteristically cool and wet. Ending days chilled and soaked to the bone did nothing for morale. As much as you tried to stay optimistic after a few days of truely unpleasant conditions, something in Rolan’s demeanor shifted. His witty remarks turned to a cold silence. He did his duties thoroughly and without complaint all the while seeming a million yards away. You had become certain he was actively avoiding you. Time and again he would distance himself from you however possible. Even when you attempted to assist him he was determined to work alone.

While huddled around a fire for supper with your companions, you found yourself across from Rolan and couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes fell everywhere but forward. As if you weren’t even there. To your surprise Wyll, ever the charismatic one, was able to jump back into a conservation the two had started earlier. The wizard sounded weary but friendly nonetheless. Your gut might as well have sunken into the abyss as you mulled over the past few days. Rolan had become quiet but you had yet to seem in distance himself from Wyll or Karlach. Not as he had done with you and Zevlor. A cold fear ran through your bones at the thought of it being more than bad weather to sour his mood.

The prospects left you dizzy. You couldn’t completely mask the distress in your voice as you made an excuse to retire to your tent. Zevlor followed you, checking if you required any help or healing he could provide. As you reassured him your eyes drifted to the glint of gold shining past his shoulder. You have caught Rolan’s eyes fixed on the two of you before turning back to Wyll.

Most of the night was spent tossing and turning in your bedroll as you tried to quell the endless scenarios in your brain. Tried to swallow down all the tears you’d been holding back for far too long. It felt practically indulgent to imagine Rolan was actually jealous of Zevlor or that he did in fact harbor feelings for you. They both felt out of character for him, or was he just better at hiding it than you had been? Whatever the case, you had awoken early ready to throw yourself into anything that wasn’t thinking about what a fool you’ve been.

Zevlor, as usual, was the only one awake at such an hour. Not wanting to waste the time you had together you decided on a sparring session and settled in a clearing not too far from camp. As skilled a fighter as you were you didn't come close to his mastery of the sword and still had much to learn. As if sensing your need for a distraction Zevlor kept you on your toes, moving with all the grace and ferocity he displayed in a real battle. You were unsure if the stress of your worries had shaken your hand or if Zevlor had finally stopped going easy on you, either way he was subduing you with ease. Frustrations hot in your chest you were becoming more clumsy and frantic with every swing. In a misguided attempt to break the deadlock your shaking arms could barely hold, you tried hooking your foot around Zevlor’s ankle to throw off his balance. However it worked a bit too well, sending the two of you down hard, the tiefling crashing directly on top of you.

You laughed with what little air wasn’t knocked out of your lungs. At the stupid idea, at the befuddled look on Zevlor’s face. You were certain he was about to scold you, but no sound passed his lips. Still breathing hard against you, he studied your face as if trying to solve a riddle. Helpless, you could only gaze up at him. He was a vision, with his hair loose and clinging to his sweat laden brow. A smile bloomed wide across your face. How long had you dreamed of feeling his weight on you? Of looking up into those flaming eyes? Instinctively your hands rose to his shoulders keeping him there. You could feel his breath on your face, the hammering of your heart flooding every vein. Your mind screamed to stop before you only made things worse but you both lingered like this for too long not to act.

Zevlor's whole body tensed as you pressed your lips to his with an aggression he had not been prepared for. Soon he matched your passion and welcomed your curious tongue into his mouth. He moaned your name and you had to fight the urge to wrap your legs around him along with your arms. The worry and uncertainty fell to the back of your mind as your hands found their way across his chest. Dressed down in a tonic, you were able to delight in the pattern of ridges he bore. Your hands roamed everywhere as the paladin’s lips sought to devour you. He moved from mouth to jaw, to neck and back again, kissing and sucking every inch of skin he could find. Drunk on the taste of him, your fingers dipped past his shirt to caress the warm tight muscle of his stomach. Also lost in the sensation he rolled his hips against you causing you both to groan into each other's mouth.

“Stop!” Zevlor tore himself away from you as if burned. Sitting up on his knees he bowed head, red faced and clearly frustrated. “Stop. Please, I don’t want to-to-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, don’t worry.” you move to his side. “I should apologize. I was rash and I haven’t slept and I just-”

“I didn’t want this to happen this way.” His soft eyes meet yours.

You want to ask what he means yet it seems a better solution to leave and blame your actions on the lack of sleep. But the warmth radiating from his weathered face held you like a spell.

“I- the time never felt quite right. And you deserve nothing less than a proper courting, to be adorned with lovely things and beautiful words. However, you know-you must know-” the former commander cups your face with a shocking amount of gentleness for such rough hands. “That I adore you.”

Zevlor’s searched your face. As hard as you tried to steal yourself you couldn’t push down the rush of joy; the pleading in your eyes that invited him into another kiss.

This time his mouth moved slowly, tenderly; it held a sort of honesty that made you shiver. You tried not to get ahead of yourself but you swear you can feel his longing in every movement, as if he had been holding back just as you had. You could feel the grin on those perfectly full lips when he pulled away. Everything you’re about to say leaves your mind as Zevlor's eyes darted suddenly to something behind you. A chill runs down your spine as you whip around to see Rolan standing in the tree line. His look of genuine shock melted into a disdainful grimace.

“There’s breakfast ready. If you’re so inclined.” Rolan spat out before turning on his heel to hastily march back to camp.

Panicked, you jumped to your feet. Calling after the wizard repeatedly only made him move quicker leaving you standing there face hot, pushing down the lump in your throat. You were rooted to the spot, breathing hard. Zevlor’s eyes were on you- you were sure of it- but you didn’t dare look at him.

“I don’t mean to pry,” the tiefling spoke softly. “Have I, perhaps, misjudged the situation?”

“No, Zevlor. I- Gods I'm mad for you. It’s just- I just-it’s hard to-” you fought to keep your voice steady.

“It’s complicated.” His lips held a smile that could not mask the disappointment in his eyes. “I understand. I’ve had my fair share of complications when it comes to romance. And Rolan is a quite accomplished young man.”

“I don’t know what I'm doing. I’m sorry.” you breathed.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. I have heard it said that the course of true love never did run smooth. Should you need to talk or anything really, don’t hesitate to find me.” He affirmed and kissed your hand.

As the two of you made your way back, Zevlor chuckled to himself.

“I must say I am relieved to know that all my worries of you not having an interest in tieflings were unfounded.” He grinned.

Despite your tempest of emotions you couldn’t help but laugh.

#asks #god i love this idea #next one is high drama high romance #idk about breaking it in two be it feels like too long altogether?#bg3 #reader x rolan x zevlor #reader x rolan #reader x zevlor #tav x rolan #tav x zevlor #poly #divider by saradika #rolan #zevlor #scream

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weenwrites · 1 year ago

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*sounds of crashing, fire alarm, smoke and chaos in other room, comes tumbling into your ask box falling on my face, quickly getting up and dusting self* hey there! How you doing? Wanted to ask for HC with TFP Soundwave, Megatron, WheelJack with human reader where they switch minds due to some relic or something? (it's temporary or till they get the relic to work again) how would they react? How would the whole thing go? Pretty sure Megatron won't be too pleased lol, established romantic relationship, they been together long enough to know a bit more about each other and be a bit vulnerable.

also a bit of a thing for Soundwave (extremely optional and can just be a line or two) , reader cares about and platonically loves laserpeak, this Minicon deserves love, also feel like it's a given that Soundwave would have a "must care about my child" s/o criteria (Soundwave is usually called a dad for his Minicons and I think they're (minus laserpeak) all dead in TFP? I hope they were just chilling somewhere cause I love these guys) like did you see how quickly he ran to his aid when he sent a distress signal when Ratchet had him pinned down? He didn't even spare a second to try to kill Jackie incase if that second made a difference if he survives or not.

*Magnus yelling in the other room about who did the mess* oh shit... OK thanks have great day byeee *proceeds to hightail it outta there before I get scolded for two hours* "THAT WAS AN AWESOME EXPLOSION BUT MAGY IS GONNA HAVE OUR HEADS" -Me "YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT BOTH OF THOSE.. GET IN LET'S GO"- Jackie

(lol ignore my stupid just hoping it'll get a laugh from you, laughs are good for you)

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Predaking

He hates this, he's very upset. He dislikes the feeling of being so small and weak, and he inadvertently throws a lot of insults your way without another thought. He'll sulk and sulk and sulk until you point out good things, like it'll be a good learning experience for the two of you, and it could possibly help yourselves better understand one another. Only then will he admit that he sees why you enjoy sitting on his shoulder so much.

Aside from feeling a thousand times smaller, another thing he hates about being so small is the great difficulty that comes with getting around on his own. With his altmode he was able to traverse the sky and land with ease, but now it takes eons to make it somewhere, and he hates it that he gets tired much quicker.

But on the positive side of things, he does take this as a learning experience, and he takes this time to see if somethings he thought about humans are true or if they aren't. Of course he could've just asked you about them, but he was a little shy about it. Some of his questions were about human food, and some are about your home. Speaking of your home, he's definitely poking around out of curiosity. He's gonna pat your mattress and try laying down on it, he's gonna look in your fridge and take a bite of a stick of butter because he thought that was food... He's sorta like a curious cat, minus all the knocking stuff off tables.

Of course after the entire ordeal has been resolved and whatnot, he'll finally truly understand what you go through on a day-to-day basis around him, and he'll respect that you have to deal with such hardships all on your own.

Megatron

Yep. You're right. He's more than upset about this occurrence, and refuses to leave his habitation suite until shockwave finds a way to reverse it. He plans on letting Starscream command the decepticons while he plans on sulking in his room all day. With you in there with him. because he doesn't really want you going out and embarrassing him.

But if you wanna go out and see what it's like to be his height, it'll take a bit of convincing, but he'll allow you to go and walk around only for a bit. Surprisingly, there isn't any need to persuade him to come with you, he's coming on his own accord but only so he can keep an eye on things. It's certainly strange for him to sit on your—or... His? Shoulder? But he does it anyway because he hates feeling so small and weak—but that isn't to say that you are small and weak... He just feels very vulnerable in general.

Ironically, the rest of the Nemesis are a lot more scared about this than you'd expect. It's as if they're walking on eggshells around Megatron because the whole situation has got him in such a bad mood. And, if you have a good reputation aboard the Nemesis and treat everyone nicely, it's certainly baffling for everyone to see their high and mighty lord "Megatron" acting so nice. It's an unusual, but welcomed change.

After the entire ordeal, he certainly has a newfound respect for you. He hadn't realized how difficult and annoying it was to get around the Nemesis at such a small size. He tried climbing onto a table and it took him 30 minutes to get to the top. Not to mention he never truly understood the feeling of being ignored and overlooked the same way you do.

Wheeljack

He isn't as upset about this as other two are, but he's still a bit annoyed. He feels like he's completely stripped of his freedom now, and he thinks that sucks. If he wants to go do something, you can bet he's gonna go do it no matter what he's told. Despite the fact he's like a million percent more fragile and squishy now, his lack of self-preservation remains all the same, and honestly don't be surprised if he agrees to let Miko help him sneak out.

But that aside, he wants you to experience what it's like being a cybertronian (minus the whole war-fighting thing, of course) but the team most likely wants you to stay in the base while they try to find a way to reverse what's happened. Still, that doesn't stop him from trying to teach you how to transform, much to everyone else's misfortune.

Also in the millions of millions of years that he's existed, it has never been easier for him to squeeze into a small spot. With his acrobatic abilities (albeit dampened a little, due to your own strength) and your size? You bet he's milking this for all it's worth. He isn't afraid of climbing up onto things if he has to, or jumping off things because he's used to doing crazy stuff like that. You'll probably have to catch him more than once because he jumps down from a spot that's too high for a human body to escape from unscathed, so honestly at this point you should just keep holding him and bring him around with you as you would a pet.

Anyway, after all this he tries to stick up for your more and support you. I mean he already has ever since the two of you became a couple, but now that he knows how it feels to be overlooked and have so little freedom in your position, y'know.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp predaking #predaking x reader #tfp megatron #megatron x reader #tfp wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

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ifearzombies · 2 years ago

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Special Moments With The Brothers

Lucifer:

He won’t let you listen to his beloved cursed music to try and keep you safe, but he does love cuddling you on his bed in his room while you listen to classical music. He has a habit of slightly ‘conducting’ while listening, the both of you sipping wine while you enjoy the music and have some pillow talk. You chatter a bit about the chaos you and the other brothers have gotten up to the past week or about how Diavolo’s plan is going to bring peace to the three realms. It’s his chance to get comfort from you and also learn the lives of his brothers that they try to hide from him. He’s never mad about the chaos you tell him about, and he never brings it up anything you talk about to his brothers. He’s just so happy that you’re with him and his family and making everyone happy.

Mammon:

Ninety percent of his schemes are not just to get money, but to spend time with you. They always end up with you two alone together and laughing and talking as you both fail at making some sort of DIY thing (jewelry, plushies, etc). Mammon will always keep the FIRST of any item you make. He has a whole section of his room dedicated to those items. And each one is a treasure to him. While you work you talk about anything and everything. You talk about the other brothers’ latest interests because you know Mammon will want to do something nice for each of them related to what you tell him. Every scheme ends with a mutual scolding from Lucifer, but neither of you mind when you’re cuddling and laughing about it all before Mammon goes and gives the money to witches for child support. (There is a devilgram that tells you that Mammon’s money and debt are all child support for a kid he rescued).

Leviathan:

You two spend a lot of time watching anime and playing games. However Levi’s favorite moments are when you help him during a raid. You didn’t realize how intense raids in games actually were at first, but then Levi was going to do one and you wanted to watch. It took nearly a full 24 hours with no sleep and few breaks. And they didn’t even win. Levi began cursing himself and beating himself up over the loss. The next raid, you surprise him by saying you’ll help him. You learned enough from all his explanations that you can let him actually take bathroom breaks and eat and cover for him for a few minutes at a time. After the raid, you fall asleep cuddling and the following morning he showers you in gratitude and cries in happiness. Win or lose, you’re at his side. A true Henry! In thousands of years, none of his family had helped him with a raid before. His joy at your presence melts your heart and while you can’t show up for every raid, you do your best to support him.

Satan:

He sits up against a bookshelf, you are leaning against his chest with a book in both your hands. There’s mugs of tea or coffee beside you and you’re both just enjoying the quiet and reading together. Satan loves these quiet moments because it’s just so calm. There’s no chaos, there’s no shenanigans, and his temper is placated by your warmth and heartbeat. Sometimes soft piano music is played, sometimes there’s a smuggled in cat in your laps. Your favorite moments are when he sings to you. His favorite moments are when you sing to him. It’s almost storybook. And he loves that you give him such moments.

Asmodeus:

The bath is always the perfect temperature, the bubbles and soothing scents relaxing the two of you. Asmo is cuddling you, of course, and you take turns massaging and washing each other’s hair and bodies. He doesn’t even mind it doesn’t get sexy, just the fact you’re alone with him and letting him see all of you. You gossip about things going on at RAD and about Asmo’s latest party and new fashion going on. You also gossip about Mammon being a model a bit. You then brush and dry each other’s hair and and just pamper each other. You then fall asleep in his very comfortable bed with his arms around you.

Beelzebub:

You’re surprised that hanging out with Beel doesn’t just always include food at first. But then you see just how skilled he is. He plays Sax, he snowboards, surfs, and plays sports. But he also encourages you to work out. He NEVER expects you to keep up with his pace. You literally can’t. But once you’ve hit your limit, he gets to use YOU as a weight. Or as a spotter. Working out together helps you keep in shape but you also get to talk and hear about Beel’s training for RAD’s sport’s team and how the team’s doing. You also hear about the latest food that he’s decided he loves. Burgers are his favorite but his cravings, but sometimes he wants pancakes or steaks and potatoes or other various foods from the Devildom. You love hearing him talk about his day and cravings as you know JUST what to make when it’s your turn to cook.

Belphegor:

There’s a lot of cuddle time, but your favorite times with Belphie are when you go stargazing. It’s always night in the Devildom so it’s not hard to find a good time to do it, but just sitting on the lawn on a blanket (half the time with Beel there too and eating snacks) and looking at the stars. Belphie will tell you about the different constellations as you look for shooting stars. Lucifer has found the two of you asleep on the lawn more than once as you stayed out too late to keep stargazing.

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me om #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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dontbelasagnax · 1 year ago

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First, I love your art and your fics so much! Second, you seem like someone who has very good Codywan headcanons, and I’d love to hear some of them if you have any you’d like to share 🙂 (No pressure at all though!)

Tysm anon!!! I don't know what kind of headcanons you're looking for but I have soooo many always haha! They live in the nebulous realm of headcanons in which they are applied to every iteration of codywan unless they are not--for no reason other than vibes. All sfw but I always have thots (very intentional spelling) if anyone would like to hear about the nsfw things.

- Cody has spreadsheets for everything. It calms and organizes his mind. Helps him visualize and put the chaos to rights. When Obi-Wan notices Cody getting antsy and agitated, he gently asks him if he's made a spreadsheet recently. If that doesn't solve things, he'll offer to look over the charts together. If that doesn't solve the issue, he'll pull Cody into his lap, tenderly kiss any available real estate that needs kissing, and twirl fingers through his head of curls and massage away the tension. For all that Cody hates when his hair gets messed up, he does love being pet like a cat.

(the rest is going under the cut because I'm rather verbose)

- SPEAKING OF CATS! Cody is a cat person. This is nothing new, I just wholeheartedly know it to be true. It's only because he wants a cat so badly that he acts like he doesn't care for them. Obi-Wan sees through the facade. He saw how Cody looked at the stray tooka they rescued from the rubble one somber evening. How he cradled the lump of fluff and ran his thumb back between ears as if the lightest of touches would hurt the poor dear. How palpable was the anguish in his eyes after handing off the tooka to the surviving locals of the city. Even after he said, "Glad that's over with. Would hate to get cat hair on my blacks." Obi-Wan knows. So the next time he's on Coruscant, he buys a little orange plush tooka. It's tiny, only just bigger than his hand, but perfect. He ties a piece of flimsi reading '- OWK' to its neck with a ribbon and tucks it under the covers of Cody's bed so its head and front paws peek out. Perhaps he's a coward, perhaps he's just being gracious in letting Cody have some privacy in receiving his gift. What he does know is the next time he feels Cody staring long at the side of his face, he looks back and Cody blushes and smiles ever so slightly- shy. Oh, Obi-Wan loves him.

- Obi-Wan doesn't hate caf. It's simply not his favorite. When he does drink it, he likes it black. There could be many reasons for this but Cody thinks it's a superiority complex thing. Cody likes his caf with cream and two packets of sweetener. Sure, he'll drink any caf shoved his way, but what he truly enjoys? Yeah, it's not the shit coming straight from the dark depths of a Sith Lord's ass crack.

- Cody likes when Obi-Wan drives. Could be a ship, speeder--any mode of transport, really. It's not a secret that Obi-Wan does not like driving. With how calm and steady he remains at the wheel, there is tension in his jaw, bitten into his cheek, and clenched white into his knuckles. It stresses him out. But he is good at it. And he makes Cody feel safe. Cody doesn't get to feel safe a whole lot in the midst of war.

- Cody will never tell a living soul this (except maybe when he gets so sloshed he can't remember his name or all the reasons why he really should not lay out his honest bleeding truths) but his favorite color is not 212th gold. Yes, 212th gold is Cody's color. It's his. But blue is what he finds most aesthetically beautiful. It's the color of a certain Jedi's eyes in the sunlight and the unnatural glow of that same Jedi's lightsaber. It's the color of that Jedi's eyes in a dim room when he looks looks soft and tired, a blue that's more grey than anything resembling an actual blue. It's not one color and yet it is because he loves that color just like he loves that Jedi. He doesn't love the color just when it's pretty in one vibrant idealistic shade. He falls in love again and again when he sees it in new lights. Just like Obi-Wan.

- not to cozywan truth on main or anything but There's not a place Cody and Obi-Wan sleep better than in each other's arms. Or maybe not arms, per se, but sprawled across one another in some fashion. Touching. More often than not, in the tiny cots onboard The Negotiator, Cody ends up plastered to Obi-Wan's back, arm possessively wrapped round his front to keep him from falling off the edge. With the luxury of a bed actually made to fit two grown men, things aren't much better. Cody wakes to find he's being suffocated by Obi-Wan who, in his sleep, discovered the joys of lying directly on top of Cody. Cody's not innocent. He can count multiple occasions where he's buried his face in Obi-Wan's belly and woken up to being gently shoved away from his heated pillow because, oops, his resting place was a full bladder. Neither of them complain too much, not when it's so easy to be lulled into the warm, liquidy loose and easy clutches of cozy sleep in close quarters to the person they love. Something deep in the brain unlocks and says, 'everything's alright now, relax, let it all go--safe, safe, safe,' when Obi-Wan's cold nose finds the column of Cody's throat who's hand comes up to indulgently cards through silky hair. There's a resonating hum of rightness in their chests that says, 'home'.

#codywan #lasagna rambles #and boy did i ramble. jesus. diagnose me with long-winded bitch disease.#i love getting asks btw. poke me with a codywan stick and I'll love you forever <333 #ask box #my writing #codywan kissing agenda

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The Pilot/Episode one of

THE ADVENTURES OF THE SPRUNKIS

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Clarification:That MM Sprunki story (aka the one Vibin Infinity was in) DID NOT HAPPEN HERE that is in a separate timeline/universe

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It was a bright,sunny and perfect day in Sprunkiville

Oren wakes up with a yawn:What a beautiful day

He opened the window

Oren:HELLO MR SUN

Mr Sun:Hello Oren

Oren got up and walked to the living room

There he saw Raddy eating cereal in the kitchen and Pinki drinking coffee in the living room

The two looked at Oren

Pinki and Raddy smiling:Morning babe

Oren:Morning my beautiful buddies

Raddy took a sip of his own coffee:I don’t know if the others are awake or not

Pinki:Yeah…I don’t blame them for sleeping in *takes a sip of her coffee*

Oren:Well I hope they don’t sleep in too much……It’s a sunny and beautiful day

Raddy:You're gonna organize something aren’t you?

Oren:Yep I definitely am

Pinki:Try to take it easy though everyone is still recovering from…..”him”

Raddy growls:Don’t mention that prick..he’s just nothing but a spirit or something..I hope we find a way to erase that guy

Oren:I agree

Pinki:Anyways Oren there’s some bacon if you want some

Oren yawns and stretches a bit:Yeah then i’ll set up our special game

Meanwhile in Sprunkiville Brud was innocently playing with his bucket on the grass

He was flipping it like a water bottle giggling

Simon watched through his window smiling:Awwww

Durple in the kitchen:Babe please stop staring at him

Simon:I’m sorry *turns to face him* I’m just-

Durple sighs reading his newspaper:I understand you're worried and guilty you bit him but one:You got corrupted and B:He doesn’t even remember and to be honest it’s best that it stays that way

Simon:Yeah true….but I just…

Durple walked up to him wrapping an arm around his shoulders:Simon he'll be fine we promise

Simon:Okay babe

The two smiled

Durple watched Brud:Not gonna lie I kinda wanna grab a water bottle and join him

Simon smugly smiled crossing his arms

Durple side eyes him:Oh hush

Jevin was sleeping peacefully when he heard loud whistling and someone cooking something sweet

Jevin got out of bed and rubbed his eyes

He went into the kitchen and saw Tunner happily whistling making pancakes

Tunner saw him:Hey Jevvy

Jevin smiled a bit:Hey making pancakes?

Tunner:Yep

Jevin sat on a chair nearby:Aight *yawns*

Tunner:So husband, whatcha thinking of doing today?

Jevin shrugs:Eh it’s a nice day so Oren is certainly gonna make us do something fun

Tunner:Don’t word it like that babe he just wants us to form a bond that’s all

Jevin:I know that..it’s not that I hate it I secretly enjoy seeing the others doing stupid things

Tunner flipped a pancake:Yeah it’s funny

Tunner gave him a plate of pancakes

Jevin:Thanks babe

Tunner rubbed his hair:Anytime babe……

Jevin could sense Tunner had something on his mind:Yes babe?

Tunner:Well…I..you know how I..kinda wanna have kids…

Jevin sighed:Tunner I and probably all the other couples want biological kids too but considering VIneria and Lime JUST started dating and that chaos that happened everyone want’s to take it easy *takes a bite*Besides we got Sky

Tunner:Yeah..sometimes I forget he’s technically 14 and practically a teenager

Jevin:But with his plushy,voice,and personality *laughs*You would think hes 14..but I like it..

Sky:Really Uncle Jevin?

Jevin and Tunner screamed causing Sky to wince a bit

Jevin clutched his chest trying to breathe

Tunner:OH SKY..what are you doing?

Sky:You two were awake..and as far as I know the only two that are

Jevin:What about Brud?

Sky:Honestly Brud seemed fine by himself and didn’t want to inconvenience him by having him look after me *sniffs*Is that pancakes I see?

Tunner looked at Jevin

Jevin:See my point babe?

Tunner nodded

Wenda walked out of her house yawning

Wenda scratched her hip:What a nice day..Oren’s gonna plan something..and Mel is at the bakery…

Mel from behind:Boo

Wenda yelled like a cat and jumped high landing on her hands and feet with her fur sticking up

Mel wheezing:I’m sorry Wenda-

Gray ran up with a baseball bat:WENDA? YOU OKAY?

Wendas face goes red:Babe what the flip?

Mel:Sorry my kitty cat..my Oren senses are tingling and I just shipped off several buns to the Mustard Brothers

Gray and Wenda raising a brow:Oren senses?

Mel:It’s a sunny day so i’m certain he’s gonna organize something

Gray and Wenda:Faaaaaaair

Tunner from his house:IS EVERYTHING OKAY?I HEARD WENDA SCREAMING

Wenda:IT”S FINE TUNNY

Tunner:TUNNY?BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABE?

He closes the window

Wenda and Mel where wheezing

Gray smiled a bit

Brud looked at them confused:What’s funny?

Wenda:Just Jevin probably getting scolded by Tunner

Brud:Hopefully it isn’t bad….you think their gonna remember Sky is in there?

Sky walked out with a plate of pancakes with headphones on

Brud:They remembered……

Garnold and Clukr were reading newspapers while Fun Bot and Mr Fun Computer watched cartoons on a tablet

Fun Computer:Now I know my ABC”S next time won’t you sing with me

Fun Bot:Good job brother

Clukr smiled a bit:Nice

Garnold smiled:Yeah good singing

Fun Bot turned to face his fathers:Hey dads are you still thinking of the robot army idea?

Clukr sweating:What nooooooo definitely not

Garnold squints his eyes at his husband:Baaaaaaaabe?

Clukr:But-

Garnold:Babe there’s no more threats as bad as him...besides you did say you're working on a portal to visit them

Clukr:Yeah but-

Garnold:No cuts no buts no coconuts

Clukr pulled out a coconut

Garnold deadpan:Seriously?

Fun Bot and Computer laughed

Fun Bot:He has coconuts now all we need is the cut’s and the but’s

Garnold:Your father is about to lose one after I kick it

Clukr:If Lime heard that he’d kick your butt

Garnold:Dude I highly doubt he’d do anything bad

Clukr:What about Jevin or Vineria?

Garnold paused

His family was snickering trying not to laugh

Garnold:Oh you three are jerks

Fun Bot:Like Black Hat?

Clukr:More like a piece of-

Garnold:Babe not infront of the children

Clukr:As you wish husband

Fun Bot:Wait is it daddy or husband?

Clukr and Garnold’s eyes widened blushing madly

Clukr:UH…………..UH…….

Garnold nervously laughs:It’s daddy to you kids and husband for me

Fun Computer:But you were-

Garnold:SON….please don’t think about it we gotta get ready for Oren’s activity

Fun Bot:Yes father

Fun Bot picked up his brother and walked upstairs

Clukr took a sip of his coffee

Garnold:We gotta be quieter babe

Clukr spat out his coffee

Lime woke up to an alarm cloak beeping

Lime groaned and turned it off

Lime in his mind:Welp better get ready for work

He sat up and got out of bed

He got dressed,brushed his teeth,made some coffee and sat down on a sofa

Lime:It’s a nice day out…hopefully I can leave early-

Vineria walked in:Oh hey babe I meant to tell you..your boss said work was canceled today

Lime laid back:DANGIT if I knew that I would have slept in

Vineria:It’s fine the office is closed for two weeks…..and you’ll be paid too

Lime had sparkling eyes:Oh..okay..

Vineria:Why don’t you join me in the garden today?

Lime took his tie off:Uum sure babe *nervously giggles* I’ll make-

Vineria:Babe for the last time i’ll make my own stuff you make your own

Lime:Oh right…just used to me having to cook everything

Vineria:Babe i’m the except opposite of him..im nice,sweet,kind,quite,chill

Lime:A girl

Vineria’s eyes widened

Lime’s did too blushing:WAIT I DIDN”T *covers his face groaning*

Vineria was laughing hysterically:Oh my goodness babe

Lime:Sorry babe..boy or girl I would’ve loved you regardless

Vineria blushing a bit:I’m the same way now come on the plant’s won’t take care of themselves

Vineria walked out the house

Lime smiled brightly with a wagging tail

Lime watched Vineria planting some more plants

Vineria looked at him:You look so cute with the way you stare

Lime blushes a bit:Oh yeah? *rubs his neck*You look cute planting them

Vineria laughed a bit

Oren walked up to them:Morning Vines N Grass

Vineria and Lime:Oh hey Oren

Oren:I’m gonna ask the Mustard Brothers to join us so I hope you don’t mind making sure everyone is ready

Vineria:Yes sir

Oren happily hummed as he strolled to the brothers stand

Lime:Okay i’m confused is Oren or Jevin our leader?

Vineria shrugs:Eh I say both..Oren for the plans and Jevin to make sure we don’t kill oursel-

Lime shushes her

Vineria:HM*her eyes widened seeing Tunner staring at them*

Vineria sheepishly waved while blushing in embarrassment:Morning Tunner…nice day were having

Tunner tipped his hat:Yes sir mam

Lime quietly to her:I still wonder how he survived that?

Vineria:Well to be frank his injury compared to ours makes it look like a stub toe I mean Raddy was a pinata essentially

Raddy with his arms crossed:I HEARD THAT HIPPY

Lime:Hey don’t call my girlfriend a hippy

Raddy deadpan:Her personality is that of a hippy girl

Vineria:Whatever pinata

Raddy growled

Jevin:Settle down you two

Raddy and Vineria:Yes Jevin

Sky tugged on his cloak gently:Why does everyone act like your the boss?

Jevin shrugs:I have no idea

Durple:You are the most adult,have a scythe soooo…..

Jevin raising a brow:But Clukr,Tunner and Garnold are older than me heck Garnold is the oldest of us

Mr Sun and Tree clear their throats

Jevin squinting his eyes side eyeing them:Between us Sprunkis thank you very much

Durple:Besides Sky you treat us like were your bosses

Sky:I am literally a child…..

Durple laughs a bit:Ha right your a child

Sky pouts blushing a bit:Well…...your dating someone who acts like one

Durple gasped with a hand on his chest

Jevin was snickering

The others were too

Simon with a popsicle:Why am I getting dissed?I didn’t even do anything

Sky:Sorry uncle Simon that was directed towards Durple

Durple:Well…your single

Sky smugly:By my own choice

Durple growls while blushing:There is no way a child is defeating me verbally

Jevin laughs:Okay *rubs Skys head*Settle down you two

Sky:Yes Jevin..also why was Tunner mad at you for the nickname?

Tunner looked mad at Jevin

Jevin:Cause uncle Tunny can’t take a cute nickname/joke

Tunner:OH LISTEN HERE YOU TWO FANG…….dangit I got nothing

Durple smirked

Tunner not even facing him:Durple you got defeated by a literal child wipe that smug smirk off your face

Durple placed a hand on his chest again:Owie…….

Sky:But you call Jevin Jevvy what’s so different about Tunny?

Tunner looked like he wanted to speak but can’t:.....Fudge….I can’t even

Durple:So what was that about being defeated by a child?

Tunner:DURPLE I SWEAR-

Oren was walking when he saw the hot dog stand:There

Marm was resting on the counter while Mard is cleaning the counter

Marm:Im bored Mard

Mard:Yeah I am too honestly business is slow

Marm:Yeah…..

Oren walked up:Hi Mard hi Marm

The mustard brothers sat up:Hi Oren

Oren raising a brow:Uum it’s 10 in the morning why are you selling hot dogs?

Marm:We get prepared early but *sighs* It's a nice day I think i’ll close for today

Mard:I don’t know brother

Oren:Brud is there

Mard slams his hands on the stand:I”LL BE THERE

Marm:Me too..just wanna make sure Mard doesn’t get injured by him

Oren:Hey i'll have you know Brud is a sweetheart and wouldn’t hurt a fly……….just yesterday he was playing with butterflies

Mard with sparkling eyes:Oh my goodness that sounds so cute

Marm rolls his eyes:Mard-

Mard:HEY…you say you're glad I found someone like Brud so what’s wrong with me envisioning it?

Marm:Shoot…anyways

Closes the stand

Marm:Let’s go brother

The three walked back to the others

Everyone was waiting patiently when Oren returned

Oren:I”M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

Raddy:GAH babe we can see it

Oren:Sorry

Brud:MARD

Mard:BRUD

Brud ran up to them

The two grabbed eachother’s hands blushing while giggling

Marm smiled a little

Sky:Saw that

Marm jumped:Ah Sky….

Jevin:Anyways *looks at Oren*What’s your plan for today Oren?

Oren rubbing his chin:I was thinking……perhaps we can play a game

Sky:Oooooooooooooo

Oren:I’m trying to think of what to play

Durple jokingly:How about sack racing?

Oren:GOOD IDEA DURPLE

Durple facepalms:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Oren:And we found our first volunteer

Mel:I have enough sacks for all of us

Brud:Sweet

Oren:Yeah how about that? Sack racing?

Simon:I think that’s easy fun….right everyone?

Everyone nods in agreement

Durple sighs:Fine….

Oren:Okay….I need a hat-

Garnold pulls out his helmet:Here use this

Oren sheepishly:Did you clean it?

Garnold looked at him with a “serious” look raising a brow

Oren:Alright alright so heres the rules:It’s gonna be a tournament..3 people go each one in games of 6…then two more games then the final two

Sky:Whoever wins should get a prize of their choosing?

Fun Bot excited:So if I win my dads have to give me a new sibling?

Clukr and Garnold blushed hysterically

Clukr:Son I think you should sit out…I don’t think your pincer hands can clutch the bag and we don’t want you being damaged

Garnold:Plus there will be an odd number so I don’t think we can properly do a tournament with 19 people

Fun Bot sighs:Fiiiiine…but if one of you two win you owe me

Garnold and Clukr:Yes baaaaaaabe….I MEAN SON *covers their faces both blushing madly*

Fun Bot:Wha….but….so i’m babe too..so you both call eachother husband and daddy and now you call me son and babe?Are you guys role reversing orrrrr-

The adults were blushing too besides Sky,Simon and Brud who all raised a brow

Brud confused:That’s weird

Simon and Sky:Yeah

Oren trying to process this:Uuum…can…….we go back to our game please?

Raddy and Jevin:Yes please

Sky:Seriously though why do they call eachother-

Raddy and Jevin blush more:SKY PLEASE DON”T THINK ABOUT IT PLEASE

Sky shot back:Y-yes sirs

Jevin and Raddy sigh rubbing his head

Raddy to Clukr and Garnold:Look at what your doing to our precious cinnamon bun

Clukr and Garnold look down ashamed

Pinki:Yeah don’t corrupt our bapie

Wenda:I agree

Mel:Yeah don’t do that to him

Garnold and Clukr sassy:FINE MOMS AND DADS

Mard:Aren’t you two older than all of us?

Garnold and Clukr:GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Brud:HEY don’t yell at my boyfriend like that

Jevin deadpan:Guys can you all just let Oren do this tournament please?

Oren:THANK YOU

Mel returned with 18 sacks

Oren:Okay so theres Durple for game one….and *pulls out two names*Jevin and Marm

Jevins eyes widened:WHAT?

Tunner laughed

Jevin:Why did I even speak?

Sky innocently:Because you can?

Jevin:.....Bruh….

Marm:I’m up too huh?

The three of them are in sacks

Oren:Fun Bot here will prevent any cheating…..so no tripping or sabotaging the opponent.Just cross that line first and winner moves on to the 2nd round…three…two….one…GO GO GO OH WAIT…Jevin you can’t use your wings

Jevin:Wasn’t gonna anyways

Oren:GO

The three started jumping as the others cheered

Simon,Tunner and Mard held up “Go Durple,Jevin and Marm signs respectively”cheering

Jevin was bouncing:This feels weird

Marm was bouncing:Bounce bounce bounce like a bunny-*noticed Pinki crossing her arms giving her a death glare*....Bounce like a kangaroo?

Pinki nodded satisfied

The three were tied

Simon holding up a sigh:GO DURPLE

Durple looked and blushed:Awww babe*trips* OH CRUD

He fell on the ground

Simon:Are you okay babe?

Durple gave him a thumbs up

Jevin and Marm kept bouncing

Marm:Heh wow we tied

Jevin:Yep

Durple tried catching up bouncing more:I”M NOT FINISHED YET

He slipped and fell on his side:Ow

Jevin tripped and fell on him

Marm crossed the finish line

Oren:AND MARM WINS

Durple:GET OFF ME

Jevin glared at him with a “You did this and you costed me the tournament* look

Durple sheepishly:Just kidding

Tunner and Simon helped them up

Mard lifted his brother up:YOU DID IT

Marm:Thanks bro

Oren:So Marm advances to round two *pulls out three names*Next is Simon,Vineria and *eyes widened* ME?.....Wow okay

Simon:I’ll win this for you

Durple:Yeah

The three are in sacks

Pinki:I’ll take over THREE TWO ONE GO

Simon and Oren were bouncing madly while Vineria went slowly

Everyone raised a brow

Vineria:Slow and steady wins the race

Simon and Oren were determined to win for their partners

Durple:COME ON BABE WIN THIS

Pinki and Raddy:OREN WIN IT

Lime:Go babe *nervous laughter*Just don’t get injured

Vineria:I’ll be fine

Oren’s headphones came off:AH MY HEADPHONES

He stopped to fix them allowing Simon to take first

Oren:OH NO YOU DON”T

He bounces faster

Vineria was still being slow

Oren jumped faster:I’ll get you im gonna get you

Simon:NEVER *LAUGHS*

Vineria was enjoying herself:Its a beautiful day

Oren and Simon were bouncing so much they got tired

Simon panting:I’m..tired..*groans*

He fell on his stomach

Oren:Me..too..

He fell on Simon

Vineria slowly past them and won

Everyone was mouth and eye widened except Lime who looked impressed

Lime:Like I said..slow and steady wins the race

Pinki:Okay so round 2 has Marm vs Vineria so the winner of this one completes the first round two match

Oren was dragged off the field by Raddy

Oren was laying on his back

Durple scooped Simon up and placed him on his lap:You did good

Simon giggles

Vineria stood next to Marm

Marm:Okay you have big brain i’ll give you that

Vineria:Sometimes brain beats muscles bro

Marm:I believe you

Raddy pulled out three names:Next is me,Clukr and Mel

Clukr took off his cymbal like hat:Aight hold this

Garnold took it

Wenda kissed her:Good luck sugar

Mel:Babe you're sugar too with your fur white skin

Wenda blushed:Oh my

They got ready

Pinki:Three,two,one GO

The three started bouncing

Raddy smirks:Oh this is easy slow pokes

Mel and Clukr:HOW DARE YOU

Fun Bot and Computer cheered for their dad

Garnold:GO HUSBAND GO

Clukr:I will go

Clukr went faster

Mel was going at a safe pace like Vineria

Mel:Aight gonna follow my fellow girls strategy

Wenda,Pinki and Vineria:WOOOO GIRL POWER

Mel kept going the three were neck and neck

Clukr:Hm you guys can bounce bounce

Raddy:I agree I can bounce

Mel:Don’t get cocky you might fall

Raddy:Yeah right matter of fact i’ll do it with one leg

He tried doing it with one leg but immediately fell

Raddy:DANGIT

Pinki:That’s why you don’t get smug

Raddy:OH GO EAT A CARROT

Pinki gasped

Mel and Clukr were jumping

Clukr:Hm we're tied

Mel:Yeah but no cheating

Clukr:Yeah true

They were right at the end and were one hop away

Clukr had an idea:Hey let’s do rock paper scissors..winner gets to go

Mel stopped:Okay

They did rock paper scissors

Mel got paper and Clukr got rock

Mel:I win

Clukr:Welp deals a deal

He let Mel win

The girls were cheering

Pinki:So round two’s first match is Marm vs Vineria vs Mel

Raddy:Really?Giving up the win like that you totally should've cheated

Clukr:It isn’t right she won fair and square..if I won she would have allowed me to win

Mel:It’s true

Raddy rolls his eyes:Whatever you say Clukr and Mel

Pinki grabbed three names:Next is Gray,Mard and Sky

Sky nervously:My turn

Gray:This doesn’t seem fair

Mard:Yeah Sky is short

Sky pouted blushing a bit:Mmmmm

The three got ready

Pinki:Three two one

They started

Gray and Mard went easy on Sky and they were all evenly paced

Jevin amused:Hm nice

Marm:Yeah it makes sense going easy on the kid

Durple:Their both gonna let Sky win

Sky:You don’t need to let me win guys otherwise what’s the point of the tournament

Gray:You sure?

Mard:If you don’t want us to go easy

Sky:Give it your all

Gray:Honestly this is embarrassing me so much

Mard:Well quit then

Gray:Wenda will kill me if I did

Mard:She probably would

Wenda:I wouldn’t kill Gray

Gray:Nice

Gray and Mard jumped faster but so did Sky

Wenda:Oh wow it’s a close game

Gray:Wait this is kinda fun *laughed a bit*

Mard:Yeah it is

Brud:Hey want my bucket babe?

Mard:AFTER I”M DONE

Brud:Aight

Mard got distracted:Awwww

He slow downed allowing Gray and Sky to pass him

Mard:OH NO

He bounced faster

Gray and Sky were at the end

Mard bounced really fast:NO NO NO NO NO*slipped*AAAAAH

He tripped and got wrapped into his sack spinning towards them fast

Wenda:Oh wow thats a Mard bowling ball

Gray noticed:OH NO-

Gray got hit by the sack but caught it taking him off his back

Sky crossed the line

Sky with sparkling eyes:I WON WOOOOOOOOO

Marm and Brud ran up to Mard and freed him

Mard breathing heavily:I saw my life flash before my eyes *looks at his brother and babe*....And I think it still is

Brud blushes:Oh wow

Marm:Okay that was a good line

Gray had his arms crossed a bit annoyed

Wenda got on her knees rubbing his head:There there you were definitely gonna win

Gray:Between you and me I was still gonna let Sky win

Wenda:You sweetheart

Gray:Please dont call me that

Wenda:Bestie?

Gray smiled a bit:Better

Sky:Sorry you lost like that honestly I was probably gonna let you win so you’d be happy and not sad..*smile*I’ll win for you

Sky walked away

Gray and Wenda held each other's hands crying with sparkling eyes:WHY IS SKY SO INNOCENT?

Durple cradling Simon who was eating a popsicle:I ask myself the same question with my boyfriend…in a good way

Simon blushed and giggled

Oren was still resting:Whose next?

Pinki:Brud,Tunner and Lime

Lime’s eyes widened:WHAT?....Oh…

Vineria:Win this for me

Lime:Aight

Tunner to Jevin:Don’t worry Jevvy i’ll win this

Jevin:Aight Tunny just be careful

Tunner:Yes babe

Mard:Brud be careful

Brud:I will

They got in their sacks

Pinki:Three,two,one go

They started bouncing their way to the finish line

Brud was enjoinyg hinmself

Lime was shaking a bit:Don’t embarrass yourself don’t embarrass yourself

Tunner was whistling the entire time

Jevin was quietly whistling with him in harmony

Sky:You two whistle perfectly

Jevin patted his head

Brud was bouncing when his bucket fell covering his eyes

Brud unsteady:WOAH WOAH WOAH-

He fell on the ground

Brud:Ow….

Simon worried:Brud?

Brud looked at his right elbow which was bleeding a bit:Uh oh

Simon:BRUD

Simon ran onto the field and picked him up:ARE YOU OKAY?BRUD?BRUD?

Mard ran up to the two:Babe?

Brud:I’m fine Simon

Tunner walked up and bandaged his elbow:You okay?

Brud:Thanks Tunner

Simon pulled Brud closer to him

Brud raising a brow:Simon why so close i’m fine?

Simon was crying a little

Brud worried:Simon?

Simon:Y-yeah?

Durple walked up to him:Babe he’s fine

Simon:I know but he got hurt

Brud:Why have you been so worried about me recently?

Simon looked away

Brud:Was it one of the nightmares? *he laughs a bit*Simon it was a bad dream that will never happen IRL

Durple sheepishly looked away

Tunner in his mind:Yes Brud….a bad dream….

Brud:Also Tunner you lost

Tunner:I really don’t care…friends before race

Lime stopped

Vineria:Babe why did you stop?

Lime:Everyone was occupied about Brud’s injury it didn’t feel right

Tunner walked to Lime and got back in his sack:Wanna finish this?

Lime:Well…uum

Brud nodded in approval

Lime:Ready? 3…2….1

The two hopped to the finish line and got were back to back

Tunner’s hat covered his eyes and he stopped:AH no I KNEW I should've took it off

Lime stopped

Tunner:Lime you might as well keep going your too far ahead

Lime:If you say so

Lime hopped and crossed the line

Lime threw his arms in the air:I WON BABE

Vineria and the others clapped for Lime

Lime blushed a bit rubbing his neck:Thanks guys..although I feel like Tunner should've won

Raddy had his arms crossed:Then again he had a hat on so he kinda played himself

Tunner rolls his eyes

Sky:Uncle Raddy stop being mean to Tunny

Raddy:I’m not being mean to him just telling the truth

Sky:I’ll tell Oren you wore his headphones when he was sleeping this morning

Oren peaked his head up:WAIT WHAT?

Raddy was sweating a bit:NOTHING SWEETY

Pinki giggled

Raddy whispered to Sky:HOW DO YOU KNOW?

Sky:To be honest I didn’t that was a coincidence

Raddy deadpan:One of you guys told him didn’t you?

The rest:Yep one of us did

Raddy:It was certainly not the brothers they were at their stand

Sky:Well i’m not telling you who

Raddy:Ooooooo I……mmmmm…*pinches his cheek gently*You're so llucky you're so cute

Fun Bot:HEY CAN WE FINISH ROUND ONE PLEASE?

Pinki:So last round one match is the ones who haven’t gone…which is me,Wenda and Garnold

Wenda:Well then this will be interesting

Mard:Imagine if the final is girlfriend vs girlfriend

Marm:What if it was you vs Brud?

Mard and Brud:I’d let my boyfriend win..*the looked at eachother surprised*

Simon put his bucket on Brud

Brud:Thank’s

The last three got into their bags

Oren:Three…two…one..go

Immediately Pinki got a massive headstart due to bouncing really fast and high

Marm:OH COME ON

Pinki sticks her tongue out at him

Marm:Sassy devil

Oren and Raddy:Tell us about it

The other two tried catching up

Garnold:Oh goodness this is painful

Wenda:It’s good exercise though right?

Garnold:Fair…

Pinki:Hop hop hop like a bunny *she tripped*Ow..im fine

She noticed a brown slime on her right cheek

Brud:Oops..sorry it’s slime she knows that right?

Pinki:......*screams*MY FACE NOOOOOO

She ran quickly into her,Oren and Raddys house

Oren sighs:I’ll be back

He ran after her

Sky:GEEZ…she can scream loud

Wenda kept going but Garnold was too tired

Garnold holds up a white flag:I forfeit

Wenda:Aww come on your husband didn't marry a quitter

Garnold gives her a death glare:OH it’s on now

He started hopping after her

Oren was in the house

Oren:PINKI

He heard whimpering and a sink running

Oren:Oooooh boy

Oren went upstairs seeing her wiping the slime spot off her face

Pinki frantically:Don’t stain don’t stain don’t stain

She checked the spot

Pinki scrubbed more:NO NO NO

Oren put a hand on her shoulder:Babe…

Pinki turned to him

Oren concerned:Babe its fine…

Pinki looked at the mirror relived:Oh it didn’t stain…*realized*Wait..no I didn’t mean to….sound like I was freaked out because of Brud..I…

Oren sighed and hugged her

Pinki hugged back crying a bit:I don’t want my face being damaged again okay?I mean it literally got ripped off and…

Oren:It’s okay Pinki..it’s okay to be afraid…

Pinki wagged her tail

Brud was crying too:Was it my fault?

Simon cradling him back and fourth:No of course not Brud..Pinki is just really protective of her face

Brud:Is..it somehow related to why you're so protective of me?

Simon and the other Sprunkis gulped with widened eyes

Raddy:......Uuuuuum…..well…….yeah….just really bad dreams and nightmares

Brud:So…everyone except for me had the same nightmare?

Clukr:Uuum yeah....everyone except oddly you…which is good….

Brud confused:Okay….

Garnold:Yeah…..just a bad dream we all had except for you….

Wenda:Yep

Brud:If you say so

Garnold:Anyways I can't believe I still lost

Wenda:Yeah I said that to motivate you….guess it didn't work

Garnold rolls his eyes

Jevin:Okay so round 2 is Marm vs Vineria vs Mel and then Sky vs Lime vs Wenda and the two winners of those two face eachother in the *in serious way*Finale battle

Tunner:Pfft chill babe it's not that deep

Raddy:Okay seriously how did none of us make it to the second round? There was three of us this makes no sense

Sky:To be honest Pinki could've won

Raddy crosses his arms:Because she got slime on her face..such a baby

Jevin:That's after the nightmare…you know the same reason piñatas scare you now

Raddy sheepishly:Oh…..right…never mind

Jevin:Hm

Oren returned holding Pinkis hand:We're back…so who won?

Wenda points to herself:This gal

Mel:Or guy…or person

Wenda rolls her eyes playfully:Yes that too

Durple:Honestly sometimes I forget you do all three pronouns

Wenda shrugs:Eh it's fine remember or not everything is correct technically speaking

Brud looked at Pinki crying a little

Pinki ashamed:I'm sorry Brud I really shouldn't have reacted like that….it's not even your fault that it drips…were still buddies

Brud sniffs:R-r-really

Pinki:Of course

Brud:Okay……

Pinki in her mind:Geez I really upsetted him didn't I? I swear I didn't blame him at all…..

Raddy to her quietly:Maybe if you play with him and get your face messy it'll cheer him up

Pinki sighs:Between him thinking I hate him and getting my face dirty..it's clear which one I wanna do

Raddy:....Your face over-

Pinki:WHAT NO oh my goodness do…you seriously think I'm that addicted to my face? Oh my gosh I'm not a narcissist

Raddy:It was a joke….sorry

Pinki rolls her eyes

Oren sounding stern:Raddyyyyy?

Raddy sighs:OH come on Oren

Oren squinted his eyes

Raddy:Oren don't you dar-

Cuts to Raddy with his arms crossed facing Mr Tree

Mr Tree deadpan:Raddy we talked about this….

Raddy:Shut up Mr Tree

Mr Tree:......Piñata

Raddy:MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-

Sky:Was that an airplane?

Raddy:RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Durple:Hey im the dragon only I can roar

Raddy:And only I can have horn’s you copycat

Sky annoyed:Why can’t all of you have horns?Better yet be horn-

Jevin covered his mouth:SKY how do you know that word?

Sky raised a brow:Isn’t that what that means…having horns?

Jevin:Oh you sweet beautiful child…..that’s not what it means…

Sky:So what does it mean?

Jevin was sweating:It’s……well

Oren:IT”S A BAD WORD…if you say the word it summons that monster from our nightmares in the real world……

Sky:OH….

Raddy amazed:WOW good save

Oren proudly:Thanks…*deadpan*You still aren’t leaving that tree until I say so

Raddy got out

Oren:I said-

Raddy:You said “until I say so”you said I say so

Orens face goes red grumbling:Oh…you little…..smart alex

Raddy:I outsmarted you haha

Pinki rolls his eyes:Boys settle down

Oren:YOU…….

Pinki grabbed and pulled him close:Just let it out

Oren screamed into Pinki

Pinki rubbed his head:Let it out babe

Raddy:Geez i’m dating two babies

Sky:You get jumpy when someone says pinata you can’t talk AT ALL RADDY

Raddy:You know what I should take your plushy-

Jevin:Touch his plushy you become a pinata again

Raddy intimidated and sweating:....Yes Jevin……….

Sky:UNCLE JEVIN..too far

Jevin sighs:Your right son….

Raddy:I want an apology

Jevin:I’m sorry your afraid of pinatas

Raddy deadpan:I hate you so much right now Jevin

Tunner:Jevvy be nice to Raddy

Raddy:Listen to your husband Tunny

Wenda:Oh my gosh you boys just love going at each other's throats don’t you?

Vineria:Yeah just chill guys yeesh

Mel:Yeah I agree

Raddy and Jevin roll their eyes:As you wish ladies

Simon:YEAH LISTEN TO US

Durple:Babe your a guy…

Simon:Ooops…..

Garnold snickers

Jevin blushes a bit:Can we talk about other things besides females,boys?

Tunner:Yeah lets talk about children

Jevin:TUNNER

Tunner was wheezing

Oren:I was thinking..I have one with Pinki and Raddy

Pinki:Sound’s good to me

Raddy:Yeah i’m down I don’t like woman *realized*WAIT NOT LIKE THAT…….

The girls squinted their eyes at him

Raddy:I MEANT..I wanna date men obviously you ladies are fine

The girls patted his head

Raddy:My horns?

Vineria:Considering what happened this is fine

Raddy deadpan:You girls are bleeding

The girls hands were bleeding

The girls with a tear running down their face:Owie

Cuts to their hand bandaged

Vineria:I don’t know if I can hop

Mel:Me neither

Marm:Guess I have a round to the finale then

Vineria and Mel point to him:OVER OUR DEAD BODIES…

Tunner looked down sniffling a bit

Vineria and Mel:I MEAN OVER OUR…….good looking bodies

Lime and Wenda:THAT”S A FACT Mel blushed covering her face while Vineria blushed but was chill

Vineria:You're’ too kind babe..aight let’s do it

The three got in their sacks

Pinki:THREE…TWO…ONE START

Mel and Marm looked at Vineria

Marm:Nice try..you ain’t getting us like you did to Oren and Simon

Vineria shrugs:Suit yourself

She hopped really fast

Mel and Marm:OH CRUD

They bounced after her

Wenda:WOW..she can go fast and slow?

Lime:Oh trust me Wenda she can change strategies when she needs to

Wenda:Yeah that makes sense GO BABE GO

Mard:GO BROTHER GO

Marm and Mel were far behind

Vineria crossed the line

Raddy amazed:WOW......she did you two dirty

Mel,Wenda,Marm and Mard shot him annoyed/dirty side eyes/glares

Raddy:What?

They threw their sacks at him getting him tangled

Raddy struggling:OH GOSH DARNIT

Oren laughed:Karma babe

Raddy:Screw off OREN

Pinki:Don’t make me punch you

Raddy got up:Yeah right-

Pinki punch him across the face

He landed on his stomach with a leg twisted over the other and his arm on his back

Oren with sparkling eyes:Woooooooooooooow

Pinki:Anyway its Sky vs Lime vs Wenda

Wenda:Hopefully I can *jokingly*pick up the slack

Mel:Oh shut up Wenda before I take the a out of your name

Wenda,Sky and Lime got into their sacks

Fun Computer:THREE TWO ONE GO

They hopped at equal speed

Vineria:Would it be funny if Lime wins and I have to fight him?

Mel:It would…if that happens will you let Lime win or no?

Vineria:Pffft knowing him he’ll let me win…..so…..

Mel:I wish I won but *squints her eyes at her*SOMEONE TRICKED ME

Vineria rolls her eyes:Girl you knew I take it slow so I had to go fast?

Simon and Oren:SO WHY DID YOU TRICK US?

Vineria shrugs

Oren and Simon pouted:You jerk

Lime distracted:HEY

Vineria:FOCUS ON THE GAME BABE

Oren:NAH WE WANT A REMATCH

Vineria deadpan:I beat yall fair and square you sore loses

Oren:LIke your wig-

Lime pounced on him pinning him to the ground in lightning speed

Lime:DISS MY BABES WIG AGAIN IM SHOVING THOSE HEADPHONES SO FAR DOWN YOU”LL TASTE THE MUSIC

Oren was shaking

Everyone looked shocked even Wenda and Sky who stopped

Wenda:WOW…….

Lime had static electricity

Raddy:Oh wow he moved FAST FAST

Wenda:Aight settle down now

Sky:Yeah

Raddy:Hands off my-

Lime touches him and Raddy get’s electrocuted

Raddy a bit cooked/charred:Ow..*coughs*

He falls on his back

Wenda:Boys will be boys

Sky:Aren't you one too?

Mel:33% at best

Wenda smugly:That’s how far you got before Vineria did you dirty-

Mel tackled her and had her pinned

Mel growled a bit

Wenda:....Infront of everyone…seriously?

Mel blushed madly

Sky:Okay this has gone on long enough

Sky made it to the end

Oren:VINERIA VS SKY

Wenda:WHAT?DANGIT BABE you are so going in timeout when we get home

Mel:Is it in your-

Wenda covered her mouth:I will slap you

Mel:Mmmmm nice

Cuts to Mel with her arms crossed facing Mr Tree

Mr Tree:....Okay I could let ALL of that go….if it wasn’t infront of Sky

Mel:He doesn’t even understand

Mr Tree deadpan:Did you seriously not remember earlier?

Mel:....Gosh darn it

Mr Tree:Exactly

Sky:So let me guess…..you guys don't want me thinking of MEL’s so called “flirting”

Everyone else:YES

Sky:Ready Vineria?

Vineria nodded:Yep

Pinki:THREE TWO ONE GO

The two were jumping at an even pace

Vineria:To be frank I know you're gonna let me win so why don’t we do it at a fair pace?

Sky:Fair

Oren:Wow today has been a good day

Raddy weakly:Yeah….such a good day

Lime smirked

Tunner:So you threw the game for your partner?

Lime:You did it when Brud got injured

Tunner:Different situations

Lime:Eh whatever I made it to round 2

Tunner had his hands on his hips:You sassy piece of grass..looks like Vineria would smoke you

Lime:And your husband would suck your blood or claim your soul with the scythe

Tunner gasped

Jevin laughed:Oh please I wouldn’t do option two

Tunner stared at him with a “What the frick babe” look

Lime snickered

Fun Bot:GUYS LOOK

Sky and Vineria were neck and neck

Pinki:And the winner is

The two tied

Pinki:A TIE?

Lime:So..whose the winner?

Sky:Let’s call it a tie

Vineria:Yeah i’m down

Oren held both of their arms up:AND THE WINNERS ARE VINERIA AND SKY

Everyone cheered and clapped

Sky:Thanks

Vineria:Yeah

Oren:So what do you want as a prize?

Sky and Vineria:Oh we know what to do

Cuts to everyone at a picnic table eating Cheeseburgers and Hot Dogs

Simon:Careful babe

Durple:Yeah yeah yeah I get it

Brud took a bite:So delicious

Simon:Yeah

Mard:Yup delicious

They hold each other's hand

Oren:Well…it’s been a good day I say everyone won

Mel from the tree pouting:CAN I EAT NOW?

Wenda sighs:Sure

Mel got up and joined them

Raddy was bandaged up after being electrocuted with his cheek swolen:I feel like a loser…

Pinki:I did say to fix that attitude of yours

Raddy rolls his eyes

Jevin took a bite of his burger:I gotta say good job Sky and Vineria I thought you’d want us to plant or play with you?

Sky:Obviously we’d do something that everyone would enjoy

Mard:Yeah good job you two

Marm:You do know that were giving them free food right?

Mard:Oh be quite brother and enjoy the moment

Marm:Okay i’ll put it on everyones-

Everone looked at him deadpan

Marm sighs:Okay it’s free

Everyone else cheered

Oren:We should give Durple a cheer for suggesting the idea

Durple deadpan:IT WAS A JOKE…but it was fun

Oren:So what should we do tomorrow?

Brud:Something that won’t actually injure someone

Simon:I agree with Brud

Mard:Hey careful..you got your boyfriend and I got mine

Simon:And you got no money today

Everyone else:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Brud:Hey be nice to my boyfriend

Simon:Yes Brud

Brud:Hey guys you think Shelby and her family are doing something like us?

Everyone's eyes widened

Oren:Wait what?

Brud:Yeah Shelby and her friends

Simon:Im…*smiles*Sure they are

Brud:Yay *he continues eating*

Pinki to Oren:Should we be worried he remembers that part but not the other?

Oren:As long as Brud remembers the good stuff…i’ll be fine

Simon to Durple:How does…

Durple a bit worried:I..don’t know but atleast he remembers our new friends

Simon:Yeah

Everyone enjoyed their meal after a long day

Pilot is done

Ngl my phone was lagging a lot while scrolling down lol

Yay pilot :D

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deuxcherise · 6 months ago

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Fear of Cucumbers

C/w: Not much Ayato Kamisato to see here but based on context of previous works, husband-wife shenanigans, use of innuendos, some easter eggs hehe A/n: So basically cats are known to “hate” or “be scared of” cucumbers for whatever reason (resembles snake, surprise appearance etc) and I *breaks out in laughter* wanted to– pff– capitalize on that? Hehehe. It's a continuation of Lend a Hand. It’s quite short, but enjoy~ Masterlist

If anyone were to inquire about the culinary preferences of the head of the Kamisato clan, he would answer, “Nothing in particular.”

That being said, many witnesses have noted that the man has an odd tendency to somehow store a full boba milk tea up his sleeve and bring it out at random for a delicious sip. How he manages to carry it without spilling a drop is beyond anyone’s comprehension. In addition, whenever in season, he will vouch for the Milk Tea Medley being served at the Hanamizaka.

If there are any dishes he happens to have no interest in or does not wish to partake consuming, he does insist that it should be given to the Kamisato’s loyal housekeeper to eat- Pardon, to be disposed of.

Now, Lady Kamisato, his wife, on the other hand… one would be hard-pressed to find out any sort of information regarding her likes and dislikes. Not that there hasn’t been attempts. Ally or enemy, if one couldn’t find the courage to approach Lord Kamisato, then one would think his wife would be easier.

Those who think so have been, for the lack of better words, taken out.

You mindlessly chew on a bit of rice as you stare at the multiple dishes of sliced marinated cucumbers decorating the table with a such look of apprehension that it begins to worry your husband.

“(Y/n), is everything alright?” Ayato asks, worried that this latest stunt of his might be too much.

You flinch and look up at him, eyes meeting his purple ones for just a moment with such intensity it felt like lightning had struck him.

But your next actions don’t allow him to process it right away. You immediately drink your cup of tea like a shot glass and shove a bunch of items from the main plates and some rice into your mouth ungracefully before setting your bowl and chopsticks down on the table with a bit of force and then hurrying out of the dining room without so much as a word.

…..

Ayato blinks at your now empty spot. “Eh?”

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[A few days ago… ]

The Kamisato heir is quite busy these days, what with his duties as head of the clan and as the Yashiro Commissioner. With the summer season, there is quite a lot to prepare for. Festivals, events, award ceremonies— much to do, and not a lot of time to spare.

“Did you know cats are afraid of cucumbers?”

While not on purpose, during one of the few rare moments he had some free time in the midst of this chaos, searching for his wife as usual, he happens to pass by a couple of servants carrying a most interesting conversation.

“Really? Cucumbers?”

“It’s true! Just the other day, I had just finished washing a whole basket of cucumbers and as I was taking them to get prepped, one slipped and fell onto the ground and completely scared the living daylights out of one of those stray cats that somehow find themselves within the estate.”

“Is that so…? Eh? Wait, isn’t that a good deterrent for stray cats? They keep stealing the fish we lay out to dry in the sun…”

Ayato eventually leaves them be, but his thoughts would linger on that conversation…

You, on the other hand, well…

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Splash!

You grip the rim of your washing basin, a frown marring your face. What’s wrong with me?? He is just my husband. I am just his wife. There is nothing between us. Why am I being so weird? What is there to be weird about?

You look at your hands. I have hands. He has hands. Everyone has hands. There’s nothing wrong with hands. They are just hands. Hands attached to… my husband. Yes! Just because his hands look, admittedly, very manly, that doesn’t mean he-

An image pops into your mind. A familiar snapshot of a dream… a salacious dream you might’ve had… about your husband.

You splash your face with another handful of cold water. “AUGHHHHH!!!”

Ever since the day you almost fell through a bridge, you have not been able to look at your husband with composure as easily as you had before.

“L-Lady Kamisato? Are you alright?”

You look over to your lady-in-waiting, who looks at you with worried, doe eyes. With a deep breath and a nod, taking the face towel she holds to wipe your face, you answer, “Yes. I… I just find myself in turmoil these days.”

“Turmoil? Whatever should ail you, Lady Kamisato?” she latches on your word. “Lord Kamisato would–”

“He is exactly the problem,” you cut her off.

Her eyes go wide. “Eh? Lord Kamisato? Has he done something wrong to you? You must let me know at once! Why I ought to–”

You find her delicate fingers curled into fists and a fire lit in her eyes. You cover your mouth politely and chuckle. You had disliked the idea of having an ever-present attendant or a lady-in-waiting since the day you were married, but since Ayato had become busy, he blackmailed- Pardon, insisted on you taking on one for your safety. Considering your current… avoidance of the man, you accepted, but this one… your husband certainly has a good sense for picking suitable individuals.

But of course, you can’t be having your lady-in-waiting marching up to Lord Kamisato and demanding an explanation. Not when you’ve successfully avoided him thus far.

“No, no. He hasn’t exactly… done anything to me. It is just…” you sigh, “Even I don’t understand it myself yet… but there is no need to involve Lord Kamisato.”

Your lady-in-waiting simmers down. “Well… if you say so. If there is anything you need, let me know!”

You smile gently, comforted. “Thank you, Ayami.” A thought suddenly occurs to you. “Oh! There is one thing, but you absolutely must keep this a secret. Even from Lord Kamisato, is that clear?”

Conflict burdens your lady-in-waiting’s eyes, causing you to add, “Do not worry. I do not intend on escaping the estate or doing anything that will cause harm to your position. I simply wish to send a message to a friend of mine. Will that be too much?”

She tilts her head, a strand of her light blue hair falling out of position in her headdress. “Whatever for, if I may ask, Lady Kamisato?”

You hesitate for a moment. “Well… ”

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With a little bird and tiny scroll, your lady-in-waiting brings good news and a package. You almost rip it open like the savage you truly are, but with your lady-in-waiting at your side, you quell your excitement enough to salvage the contents without ripping up the wrapping paper and strings too much.

“L-Lady Kamisato?” Ayami stutters, her face red at the sight of the first of five books you have received.

You slap a hand over the indecent cover of the top most book, feeling the heat in your own cheeks rise to scorching temperatures. You had asked your dear friend, a friend who happens to have a hand in the publication of Inazuma’s literary works, ‘How to be comfortable with your husband after experiencing awkwardness?’ And this is the first thing she sends??

A book titled, “The Samurai and I” with a cover picture of a shirtless torso of a faceless man with, admittedly, a very nice body. Considering his handle of the sword, you start to wonder if Ayato too has a very nice-

You toss the book over in anticipation of the next cover, letting it land on its front side as to lessen the indecency permeating from the tower of books. Luckily, this next book has a less indecent picture than the last… however…

“‘Daylight’…?” your lady-in-waiting reads aloud.

The cover is a simple picture of a voluptuous peach held between two hands, dripping with what looks like clear syrup. With one read of the summary on the back, you toss it, and move on to the next one. Augh, why did you send me some weird books, huuuuh? you telepathically send to your friend.

The following two books are titled, “The Shishaku Who Loved Me” and “Romancing Mr. Gojo.” While these seem more enticing than the previous two, these are clearly romance books for the hopeless romantics. Not for someone like you who wishes to simply stop being so… awkward around your husband.

Why did your friend send you love stories? What you and your husband have… It isn’t love! You’ve been in love before– you’re absolutely sure of it! Obviously, they didn’t work out considering you were single and unattached when you were wed to Ayato, but you aren’t some innocent and naive girl! Love was… passionate, fierce, flickering– with a bang!

Not this slow… excruciatingly slow… burning… for your husband. The teasing, the bluffs, they’re fun, of course, but… what is this?

…..

Well, if it isn’t love, then it must be lust!

…..

You make a face at this conclusion, to which Ayami comments, “Lady Kamisato. Your face…”

You shake yourself out of it and relax your facial muscles. “Let’s, um, move on, shall we?”

With a turn of the fourth book over to its front side, the last and final book your friend had sent you is revealed to be titled, “50 Ways to Eat a Cucumber”.

“‘50 Ways to Eat a Cucumber’?” you and Ayami read at the same time.

You both share a look between yourselves and the book cover. It is simply a picture of a marinated cucumber cut in a spiral form, thus separated and yet still together. You pick it up and turn it over to read the summary, only to find that it does not have any written words on the cover except for the title and the author, whom you have no idea.

After all those crude books, she sends me a culinary book about cucumbers? How… odd, you think.

Seeing as it looks the least indecent compared to the pile of books, you shrug. After all, don’t they say that the secret to a man’s heart is through his stomach?

N-not that you care for his heart, but as a wife there may come a point he may request something to eat from you, right? As a daughter of the Holy Dogs and Lady of the Kamisato clan, you must always be prepared! You crack open the book and begin reading “50 Ways to Eat a Cucumber.”

…..

The book’s content was so hypnotizing that you had to absolutely finish it, which happened to be just before dinner when Ayato decided to enact his devious plan

It was not, in fact, a book about 50 ways to eat a cucumber.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin ayato #ayato kamisato #male x female #reader insert #fem reader #deuxcherise writes

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allwaswell16 · 1 year ago

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in November 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #56 | ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🍂 Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

(E, 41k, historical circus au) Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes. Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

🍂 Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office au) Every day, Louis' feelings became more intense, more immediate, each little smile and gesture and silly flirtation mounting up into something palpable, with a life of its own. The only problem? Harry was engaged to someone else and had been from the moment Louis started working at Visionary.

🍂 two feet standing on a principle by Anonymous

(E, 10k, exes) Harry is a famous fashion model and Louis works at the mall, nobody knows they broke up two weeks ago.

🍂 you make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong by orphan_account

(T, 6k, mpreg Harry) Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.

🍂 make my wish come true by deblond / @braveryandtea

(T, 4k, Christmas) Louis works as Santa’s elf at the mall. He meets Harry.

- Rare Pairs -

🍂 take me back, take me back by eynap / @panye

(E, 32k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

🍂 must be love by @nouies

(NR, 6k, Louis/Andrew Garfield) AU where Louis doesn’t know how to approach his neighbour, and Andrew keeps receiving homegrown vegetables at his door.

🍂 lonely in [paris] by f_ckromeoandjuliet / @louiesonlyangel

(T, 5k, Louis/Awsten Knight) Alternate version of Louis's tour where he's in a secret relationship with Awsten Knight from Waterparks. Based on Awsten tweeting at Louis.

🍂 Feeling Feline by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 4k, Louis/Niall) “Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

🍂 it's the summer of our love by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 3k, Louis/Ryan Ross) ryan is in love with his best friend and gym bro, louis. the problem? ryan is straight.

🍂 Got My Chaos Automatic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis/Liam) the one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together

🍂 Crush by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, Louis/Niall) When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

- Trick Or Treat Fest -

1D Trick Or Treat Fest / @1dtrickortreatfest (each 666 words)

she bit someone by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

Sounds horrifying..... tell me more by @lunaticcat009

In The Dark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Ghosted by @haztobegood

Summon A Demon by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

Slow Dance with the Tension by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

I See You by @neondiamond

Lipstick stain fades with time by @lunarheslwt

Watch How Good I'll Fake It by mmaree / @zqua1d

Irresistible by mmaree / @zqua1d

find a way (to send me a sign) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

when love gets involved by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Harryween (series) by @babyhoneyheslt

Fruit Bat by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Odds Are That We Will Probably Be... by @lululawrence

A Witch's Longest Day of the Year by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

pasta-tively sweet by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

perfect pumpkins by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

Fa-boo-lous Halloween by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

Still by downcamethelightning / @downcamethelightnings

#28th appreciation #ficrec #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #ficsfor4am #1dsource #larry fanfiction #1d fanfiction

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flightfoot · 1 year ago

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Underrated Miraculous Fic writers

So I read a crapton of miraculous fanfics, and I often end up gravitating towards particular fic writers over and over. Most of the time a lot of other people have clearly noticed the same thing, as their stories tend to get tons of kudos - but not always. Some of the fic writers I read most reliably get very little attention, for one reason or another. Usually because they tend to write for a particular niche that I like but isn't overwhelmingly popular throughout the fandom, but other times I have no idea why their stories aren't more popular.

Anyway, I wanted to spotlight a few of those authors here!

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Generalluxun (@generalluxun)

If you're a fan of fics that really explore Chloe's character, look into her mindset and try to redeem her without relying on shortcuts or making other characters look worse in comparison, then you've probably at least dabbled in his fics before. I'm especially partial to his newest fic "In Direct Opposition", as Alya's the main POV character and is looking to reform Chloe while navigating this whole akuma situation, and Control, a Senti!Chloe fic where Marinette accidentally stumbles across Chloe's Amok and has to decide what to do with it.

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linerle (@liiinerle)

Linerle specializes in Marigami fics, with a more general bend towards queer romance. If you like those, then you're in for a real treat! Accidents Are Also Miracles is particularly noteworthy, as it's the single longest completed Marigami-centric fic in the fandom. It's a fantastic story that I highly recommend checking out!

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BecomingButterflies (@bbutterflies)

They specialize in Adrino fics, so if you want to read some Adrino goodness, their author page is a great place to stop by! I've especially enjoyed "I'll give myself a name (something stupid and pretentious)", where Adrien leaves town after finding out Monarch was Gabriel, and only returns years later, to find that Nino has missed him quite a lot...

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TrishaCollins (@consistent-chaos-corporation)

Trisha often writes Felix-focused fics, delving into his trauma with being raised by Colt, and him trying to be a better person. Not that it's just introspective pieces, a lot of their fics are pretty action-based with serious stakes and villains who are only too willing to hurt the heroes and innocent bystanders, and even kill them. I'm especially partial to their Madness series, which is a sprawling AU, touching on Felix's and Adrien's childhood, but soon fast-forwarding to the present-day, with Chat Noir and Ladybug confronting Felix about Monarch's Miraculous theft, and him seeing the errors of his ways and helping them. I particularly appreciate how viscerally Felix comes to understand how his actions hurt others, particularly the Kwamis, who he put in a similar position to what he himself had been in with Colt.

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TheChatatonicOne (@rosie-b)

I love a lot of their fics dearly, they're well-written and scratch just the right itch! They mostly write Lovesquare fics, often with a more angsty bent.

I especially adore their enemies au fics:

Stealing Freedom, where Adrien's long been puppeted about using his ring by his father as Cat Walker, who, thankfully, Ladybug and Co. know is a Senti who has no choice in the matter - with Marinette then discovering that her fiance, Adrien, IS Cat Walker.

home is where the fight is, A short glimpse into a Ladrien enemies au, where Adrien's being controlled by his father into fighting her, but is dating Ladybug as a civilian - and Ladybug's secret identity has just been revealed to the world.

True Blue, Chatatonic's ongoing enemies au which I have recced numerous times, which takes the more unusual (and difficult) approach of having MARINETTE side with Gabriel instead of Adrien, and doing so while keeping her in-character by having Gabriel lean into his manipulation skills, telling her half-truths about how Adrien will be happier once his mother's back, and that ultimately the heroes are the ones being greedy and reticent in all this, and that the akumas all agree to help him, even if they don't remember afterwards. It's among the best Miraculous fics I've read this year so far!

Not that she only writes enemies au of course, she's written many other Lovesquare fics. I particularly enjoyed The Mer-Human Race, in which sailors and merfolk would have friendly competitions on who was faster in the water, with the winner being able to ask for some sort of prize. Marinette had been looking for a merman to race for awhile so that she could be granted a vessel of her own at a younger age than was normally permitted. Luckily, a Merman named Chat Noir showed up suddenly and offered to race her. Pity that her friend Adrien wasn't there to watch it...

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic rec #generalluxun #bbutterflies #liiinerle #rosie-b #consistent-chaos-corporation

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muiitoloko · 6 months ago

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Bound by Chaos

Summary: In a relationship fueled by danger and chaos, you and Hans navigate a thrilling, toxic dance of power and control. Despite the constant clashes, your dark passions bind you together, creating an unbreakable yet destructive bond.

Pairing: Hans Gruber × Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut, Domestic Conflict, Manipulation, Weapon Use and Threats.

Author's Notes: So, creativity struck and I wrote this, but now that I've edited and read it, I'm starting to wonder if I might have created some big toxic mess? 🤔

Also read on Ao3

You and Hans were fighting again. It seemed like a constant in your relationship, the way you clashed like a dog and a cat. The bedroom was filled with the tension of yet another heated argument, your voices raised, each trying to outshout the other.

"Hans, I can't believe you think it's okay to take such risks!" you yelled, your frustration palpable. "Do you have any idea how dangerous your life is?"

Hans, his brown eyes flashing with anger, shot back, "And you think your life is any different? You're involved in just as many illicit activities as I am. We deserve each other, to be honest."

You both paused, breathing heavily, the reality of his words hanging in the air. It was true; both of you lived dangerously, involved in businesses that thrived in the shadows. There was a mutual understanding that your relationship was toxic, but neither of you cared at the end of the day. You thrived on the chaos and the danger.

"Don't you dare turn this around on me, Hans," you said, your voice lower but still seething with anger. "I may be involved in some shady dealings, but at least I don't go around putting our lives at risk for a thrill."

Hans laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent chills down your spine. "You think I do this for a thrill?" he asked, his German accent slipping away to be replaced by a flawless American drawl. "I do this for survival, just like you."

"Survival?" you scoffed, crossing your arms. "You have a strange way of showing it. It's like you enjoy playing with fire, dragging us both into the flames."

Hans's eyes narrowed, his hooked nose casting a shadow over his intense gaze. "And you don't?" he challenged, his voice now taking on a British accent, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You love the danger just as much as I do. Admit it."

You hesitated, knowing he was right. There was a part of you that thrived on the adrenaline, the constant threat looming over your heads. It was a twisted kind of love, destructive yet addictive.

But you would die before admitting this to Hans, knowing that it would make you lose the argument. You glared at him, your jaw set in defiance. "Fine," you snapped. "If you're going to be that stubborn, sleep on the couch."

Hans scoffed, his tone dripping with condescension. "It's my house too," he replied smoothly. "If you don't want to sleep next to me, you go sleep on the couch."

You clenched your fists angrily, feeling the frustration boiling over as you watched Hans climb into bed. He made a show of stretching out, taking advantage of the entire space, mocking you with his every move. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement, and his lips curled into a smug smile.

Turning on your heel, you stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind you with a force that rattled the frame. Hans's mocking laughter echoed in your ears, fueling your rage. You paced the hallway, your mind racing with anger and the need to assert control.

A few seconds later, you returned, your eyes blazing with determination. Without hesitation, you straddled Hans, brandishing a gun that you pointed directly at his head. Hans didn't even blink, his self-confidence evident as he remained calm, his hooked nose casting a shadow over his intense gaze.

"Do you think you can intimidate me with that?" Hans asked, his voice low and mocking, his flawless German drawl returning.

You pressed the barrel of the gun harder against his forehead, your eyes locked onto his. "You think I'm playing games, Hans?" you hissed, your voice trembling with fury.

Hans's lips curled into a sly smile. "Oh, I know you're serious," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he switched to a British accent. "But you won't pull that trigger. You need me too much."

Your grip on the gun tightened, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "I don't need anyone," you shot back, your voice laced with venom. "Especially not a self-serving bastard like you."

Hans's hand moved slowly, his fingers gently brushing your thigh. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice taking on a seductive edge. "Then why are you here, straddling me, brandishing a gun, if not for the thrill?"

You hated how his touch sent shivers down your spine, how his words seemed to cut through your defenses. "Shut up," you growled, trying to maintain control.

Hans's smile widened, his brown eyes gleaming with amusement. "Admit it," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "You crave the chaos. You thrive on the danger. Just like me."

You felt your resolve wavering, the intensity of his gaze and the truth in his words cutting through your anger. But you couldn't let him win, not like this. "I won't let you drag me down," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hans's hand moved higher, his touch both soothing and infuriating. "Oh, but you already have," he said softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "And you love it. Just as much as I do."

You wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the heat between you was undeniable. The gun trembled in your hand, your anger mingling with a dark desire that you couldn't ignore.

"Put the gun down," Hans whispered, his voice commanding and gentle at the same time. "And let's see where this takes us."

With a growl of frustration, you threw the gun aside, your lips crashing onto his in a fierce, desperate kiss. Hans's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as the tension between you erupted into a whirlwind of passion and fury.

The line between love and hate blurred, the danger and chaos of your relationship becoming a powerful, consuming force. In that moment, you both surrendered to the darkness, knowing that it was what bound you together, what made you thrive.

And as the night wore on, the echoes of your argument faded, replaced by the raw, primal intensity of your connection. You both knew that this was your reality—a toxic, thrilling dance that neither of you could escape. But in the heat of the moment, none of that mattered. All that existed was the fire between you, burning brighter than ever before.

You broke the kiss, trailing kisses down Hans' jaw to his chest. He was shirtless, just wearing sweatpants, while you were still dressed in a nightgown, both of you having been ready to sleep when the argument had started. Your lips moved with a determined precision, tasting the salt of his skin as you descended further.

Hans’s breath hitched as you swirled your tongue around his nipples, knowing exactly how to make him react. But you didn’t linger there long, continuing your journey downward. His hands tangled in your hair, a silent command to keep going, his body betraying his desire despite his stoic facade.

When you reached the waistband of his pants, you glanced up, catching the glint of control in his brown eyes. He always seemed to maintain that cool, calculating demeanor, no matter how intense the situation. But tonight, you were determined to make him lose that control, to break through the sophisticated exterior.

You tugged at the waistband, your fingers brushing against the hardness beneath, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Hans. “You think you can keep control, Hans?” you murmured, your voice a mix of challenge and seduction. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Hans smirked, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Do your worst, darling. I doubt you can break me.”

You pulled his sweatpants down, freeing him from the fabric's confines. Your hand wrapped around his length, giving a firm stroke that elicited a soft groan from him. His reaction spurred you on, fueling your determination. You wanted to see him unravel, to lose the calculated composure he always held.

You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. Hans’s grip on your hair tightened, a low growl escaping his lips. You worked him with a deliberate pace, your movements precise and skilled, aiming to break the control he clung to so fiercely.

“Fuck,” Hans breathed, his voice a strained whisper. You felt a surge of satisfaction at his reaction, knowing you were getting to him. His hips began to move, subtly at first, then more insistently as you continued, the rhythm of your mouth and hand driving him closer to the edge.

You looked up, meeting his gaze. His brown eyes were dark with desire, his expression a mix of frustration and lust. “Still in control, Hans?” you teased, your voice muffled but dripping with challenge.

Hans’s jaw clenched, a strained smile on his lips. “You think you can break me, Liebchen? Keep trying.”

You increased your pace, your mouth and hand working in tandem, pushing him closer and closer. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his grip on your hair almost painful, but you didn’t relent. You could feel him teetering on the brink, the tension in his body signaling his imminent release.

“Scheiße,” Hans cursed, his voice breaking. You could see the cracks in his composure, the cool, calculated exterior giving way to raw, unfiltered need. You took him deeper, the intensity of your actions driving him over the edge.

But you pulled away with a smirk, denying his orgasm. Hans growled in frustration, but you silenced him by grabbing his bearded chin. As you straddled him again, you squeezed his chin, your eyes locking onto his. "How many times have I told you to shave this ridiculous beard off your face?" you demanded.

Hans grabbed your wrist, pulling it away as he turned you around, now pinning you beneath him. "This beard stays," he growled, his voice a mix of defiance and desire. He then slapped your thigh, a sharp, stinging sensation that made you gasp. "Turn around and present that nice ass to me."

You did as he commanded, lifting your ass in the air while Hans pulled up your nightgown. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he revealed that you were without panties, a habit he particularly enjoyed. "Always ready for me," he murmured, his hands caressing the curves of your bare skin.

Hans positioned himself behind you, his fingers teasing your entrance before he thrust into you with a force that made you cry out. The intensity of his movements was both punishing and exhilarating, each thrust driving deeper as he took control.

"You love this, don't you?" Hans growled, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive strength. "You love it when I take you like this, raw and rough."

You moaned in response, the sensation overwhelming as he filled you completely. "Yes, Hans," you panted, your voice thick with desire. "I love it. Don't stop."

Hans slapped your ass again, harder this time, the sting mingling with the pleasure. "Good girl," he muttered, his pace increasing. "You're mine, do you understand? Mine to control, mine to pleasure."

You laughed at Hans's declaration, looking over your shoulder with a mocking grin. "You think you can control me?" you teased, your voice laced with challenge.

Hans's expression darkened, and he was having none of it. Reaching out, he grabbed the back of your neck and pushed it down, pressing your face into the pillow to silence your laugh. "Quiet," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I’m not done with you yet."

He continued to move inside you, his thrusts hard and relentless, each one driving deeper as he asserted his dominance. Your muffled moans filled the room, a mix of pleasure and frustration as he took you with a ruthless intensity.

But then, Hans's eyes caught sight of the gun thrown haphazardly next to the bed. With a sudden, calculated decision, he pulled away from you, leaving you empty and protesting. "Hans, what are you—" you began, but your words were cut off as he ignored you, picking up the gun.

He deftly removed the bullets, letting them scatter on the floor. The metallic clinks were sharp in the silence that followed. Hans’s focus was unyielding as he walked back to you, the gun now just a cold, empty shell in his hand.

Without a word, he pressed the metal barrel of the gun against your entrance, the coolness of the steel sending a shiver through your body. "You think you can mock me?" Hans's voice was a dangerous whisper. "You think you can laugh at my control?"

The sensation of the gun against your most intimate place was electrifying, a twisted mix of fear and arousal that made you gasp. "Hans," you whimpered, your body trembling with anticipation and need.

He moved the barrel teasingly, circling your entrance without penetrating, making you writhe with frustration. "You wanted control," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Now you'll see what true control feels like."

With agonizing slowness, he pushed the barrel inside you, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of your desire. The sensation was intense, sending jolts of pleasure and fear through you. "Do you feel that?" Hans asked, his voice a seductive growl. "That’s the feeling of being truly at my mercy."

You moaned, your body arching as he moved the gun inside you, each thrust measured and deliberate. "You belong to me," he continued, his tone possessive and commanding. "Every part of you."

Your breath came in ragged gasps, the combination of fear and arousal driving you to the brink. "Yes, Hans," you panted, surrendering to the dark, intoxicating power he wielded over you.

Hans's movements grew more forceful, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. "Tell me you love this," he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Tell me you crave my control."

"I love it," you cried, your voice muffled by the pillow. "I crave your control, Hans. I need it."

A satisfied smile curled on Hans's lips as he drove the gun deeper, his other hand gripping your hip with bruising force. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Now scream for me."

And scream you did, your body shuddering with the intensity of your release, the sensation of the cold metal and Hans's unyielding dominance pushing you over the edge. The room was filled with the sound of your pleasure, a testament to the dark, consuming connection between you.

As you lay there, spent and trembling, Hans pulled the gun out slowly, his touch almost gentle now. "Remember this moment," he said softly, his voice still tinged with that dangerous edge. "Remember who you belong to."

You nodded weakly, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. "I will," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

Hans leaned down, pressing a possessive kiss to your shoulder. "Good," he murmured. "Now, rest. You'll need your strength for what comes next."

As he settled beside you, his body warm and solid against yours, you couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of contentment. In the chaotic, dangerous world you both inhabited, this was your reality—a dark, intoxicating dance of power and control that neither of you could resist.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by the dark, consuming passion that defined your relationship.

#hans gruber x reader #hans gruber #alan rickman x reader #alan rickman #die hard

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padfootagain · 2 years ago

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That spot on your finger

Hello!! Here I come with a new Ben Barnes fic! I hope you like it! Please, let me know what you think of it :)

(Also, side note… the beige suit for Ben in this fic is directly inspired by that Ferragamo campaign he did a few years ago. Was that forever ago? Yes. Am I over it? Absolutely not.)

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: none but fluff. Soulmates AU

Sum up: The mark on your skin that should allow you to find your soulmate is pretty hidden, hence your difficulty in finding them. Or maybe you simply haven’t them yet? Anyway, this guy at your friend’s wedding makes you fall head over heels. Could he be the one?

Word count: 5164

There was a mark on your ring finger.

Right there, on the right side of it, the piece of skin that was almost invisible because often hidden by your middle finger. A tiny space you had to purposely reveal.

Three little dots, a red line. Tiny and invisible almost.

You reckoned that it was the reason why it was taking so long for you to find your soulmate.

It was easy for others to recognize each other. When your mark was imprinted right in the middle of your forearm, or at the base of your neck, it was easy to spot. You could have had a mark on the back of your hand, that would have been easy as well. But you didn’t. You needed to find, in this ocean of people, in these billions of individuals walking across the globe, the only person who also had a red mark of three dots crossed by a line… on the inside of their left ring finger.

Obviously, you were still single.

But then again, you couldn’t exactly pretend that you were particularly lucky, as a person in general. Even worse, you were clumsy and just… a bunch of chaos. The location of your birthmark was just one more proof that when the Universe had decided to create your life, they dropped the bottle for ‘bad luck’ right into the mix.

But then again, it was alright. You had made a lovely life for yourself on your own. You had your hobbies, your passions even. You had a nice little apartment where you cohabitated with your neighbour’s cat named Reggie who, in all fairness, spent more time at your place than in his home. You had pretty houseplants, a wonderful collection of books, friends you adored. And it was more than enough to fill your life with sunshine. You had kind of stopped looking for your soulmate, actually. When you were younger, it was an obsession. But then, every teenager had to go through this phase of obsessive search for their soulmate. You had grown out of it. If you met them, then wonderful. If you didn’t, then you would still enjoy your life to the fullest.

As you walked through the venue where one of your oldest friends was about to get married, you genuinely were not jealous of her. She had found her soulmate; they were getting married. Meanwhile, your life was already full of everything you wanted.

You smiled as you opened the door to the room where you friend was getting ready. On the opposite side of the building, the groom was adjusting his tuxedo.

Mary was lovely. A true ray of sunshine. She turned to you at the sound of the door turning on its hinges.

“You’re right on time!” she gave you a thumbs-up.

On her neck, you could see the four lines of her birthmark aligned along the curve. They were visible even from the doorstep.

“I might be a little chaotic, but I can be on time for my friend’s wedding,” you rolled your eyes at her remark, closing the door behind you.

“It is literally the first time in my entire life that I see you arriving anywhere on time…”

“That… might be true. Shows you how much I love you, I guess.”

She laughed, looking so happy on this bright and sunny day.

Her day…

“Do you need anything before the show begins?” you asked her, waving at your friend’s mother who was on the phone on the other side of the room.

“I would kill for some coffee, to be honest,” she confessed. “I was so nervous, I’ve barely slept at all last night.”

“I don’t see what you could be nervous about. You’re marrying your soulmate. The Universe literally planned that you would fall in love and spend your lives together. I don’t even see what the point in getting married is, you’re already sure it will work between the two of you.”

“Once you’ve found your soulmate, you’ll understand. It’s just… an extra step. An official promise. And a way to tell every other woman to back off from my man cause he’s taken.”

You both laughed at that, and you congratulated her with a hug.

“So… a coffee? You sure? Aren’t you nervous enough as it is?” you asked her one last time, but your friend was determined, and so you walked out of the room in search of a cup of the hot beverage.

You had to walk across the parking lot to reach the park of the venue the couple had rented for the day. The venue… it was a mansion, it was huge, it had a parking lot and a park where the ceremony and the celebration would take place. It was a place that could have existed in a fairy tale.

And you found it cute, of course, but also… you promised yourself that if you were to get married, you would organize something small. Something intimate. In a place you loved, and nothing more. Nothing too fancy.

One of the employees of the venue gave you the precious beverage, and you started your walk back towards the mansion, not paying too much attention to your surroundings, lost in thought instead. As you usually were… Besides, there wasn’t anyone on the parking lot, so it wasn’t too risky to walk with your head in the clouds.

Or well, that was what you thought, at least…

Because on the other side of the parking lot, a man dressed in a beige tuxedo was hurrying towards the mansion. Actually, he was almost running. He was late. And he felt terrible about it, because if there was one day in his life when he needed to be on time, it was today. His little brother was getting married, he couldn’t afford to be late today. And he was always on time, so why now? Why was he late on the only day that truly mattered? He checked his pockets, and got out the velvety box that protected the wedding bands. What a groomsman he made… he had to drive back to his apartment when he was already halfway to the venue because he had forgotten these bloody rings.

But now, Ben had arrived. He was late, but not desperately so. He had the wedding rings. He was dressed, ready to celebrate his younger brother’s wedding.

He walked even faster – even if that hardly seemed possible – checking the time on his watch. And thus, he was not looking at where he was going for several seconds.

Several crucial seconds.

Before any of you knew what was happening, Ben was colliding quite violently with you, and your precious cup of coffee fell to the ground, along with Ben’s precious velvety box. As you collided, you dropped everything to hold onto whoever had bumped into you, and Ben did the same, out of pure reflex. You were thus holding onto each other’s forearms, for now trying to not fall down and to understand what was happening.

Ben felt something wet on his chest and knew even before he looked down at his white shirt what had happened. The coffee…

“Oh…”

He looked up at you, getting both panicked and angry in a mere second, until his eyes met yours and then… then something very strange happened.

It was like… time had stopped suddenly. He took in your features and it felt like he knew you, like he had seen you before. And every ounce of anger or annoyance disappeared.

“…fuck.”

All of a sudden, all the air had left his lungs, and his mouth was dry and all he could do was to stare at you with his mouth slightly agape and a dazzled look across his face. His brain had stopped functioning altogether.

And you felt exactly the same.

He saw you look down at the ground, but he didn’t, he kept staring at you, and in the back of his mind he wondered what this was all about…

"Huh... were you going to... propose?!"

You sounded panicked, and when you looked up at him, your eyes were wide in horror.

“Oh no! Have I ruined your proposal?”

“Proposal… wha… what?”

He didn’t understand a word you were saying, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his brain suddenly deciding to shut down, because you didn’t make any sense, or because he was too busy staring at your eyes to listen properly to you.

“The box… were you going to propose to someone?”

Finally, Ben looked down, and seeing the black velvety box he finally understood.

“No… no, I’m with the wedding party.”

“Oh! You brought the rings!”

“Yes, I did.”

“I’m with the wedding too.”

“Really? I don’t think we’ve met…”

“I’m with the bride…”

“Groom.”

“That’s why, I guess.”

“Yeah… I guess so…”

You exchanged a smile, not really knowing why. You were still holding onto each other, not really knowing why either…

“Ben!”

You were interrupted by a deep voice calling from the front door of the mansion.

“What are you doing? You’re late! Come on!”

“I’m coming, dad.”

But the old man walked a little closer, and after just a few steps, noticed the disaster the two of you had caused…

“Your shirt!”

Ben finally looked down at his shirt. It was drenched with coffee. Luckily, his vest and tie were alright.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized over and over again. “I’m so clumsy and…”

“No, it’s nothing,” Ben reassured you. “I wasn’t looking at where I was going either.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“We have a couple of extra shirts inside, come on,” Ben’s father started to walk back to the building, inviting his son to follow him by a quick hand gesture.

But there were still the cup of coffee – now empty – and the box containing the wedding rings to pick up from the ground. You both bent down at the same time, bumping your heads together.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed in unison, rubbing the now painful spots on your foreheads.

You looked at each other, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m very clumsy,” you apologised with a smile, standing back up.

“I’m sorry too. Looks like I’m particularly unlucky today.”

He picked up his box, and he handed you your empty cup as well. You thanked him as he finally turned away from you and towards the mansion. Thomas had not waited for him, and was already rummaging through the bags he had brought in search for a new shirt.

But Ben had merely taken three steps towards the building when he turned towards you again.

“I’m Ben… by the way.”

He seemed a little shy. A little hesitant. As if, as soon as the words had passed his lips, he felt ridiculous for saying them.

You probably didn’t care what his name was anyway…

He was wrong though. You offered him a bright smile as an answer.

“I’m Y/N.”

He smiled back at you, a bright, wonderfully warm smile.

“Y/N…” he repeated your name under his breath, liking the taste of it on his tongue, the way it rolled passed his lips…

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/N,” he went on. “Eventful, but nice…”

“And a little painful too,” you added to his joke, successfully making him laugh.

“I hope it won’t be so painful if we cross path again during the day.”

“Yes… let’s hope so.”

Finally, he turned away for good, and soon disappeared inside.

You let out a long, shaky breath.

Who the hell was that…?

The ceremony went perfectly. Mary and Jack took their vows, and didn’t stop smiling for a second as soon as they shared their first kiss as a married couple. The rest of the day flew by with games, and drinks, and dancing, and funny speeches about the newlyweds and an awful lot of joy.

And it turned out that Ben was the groom’s brother, which meant that he was involved in every game and every activity planned for the day.

You were not one of the bridesmaids, but you were close enough to Mary for her to always look for you in the crowd to join the games with her, so you did spend quite a lot of time with Ben.

And it seemed that, somehow, Fate had decided to team you up very often. You were not, however, one to complain about that fact.

It turned out that he was a lot of fun to be around, and a little shy sometimes, and awfully charming with that. Which… did not help you focus on the games you were playing at, but it did make your heart jump in a very sweet way.

However, now was not the time for letting your heart be softened by a charming smile. It was a duel, a battle to the death…

… for the last chair.

You were the two finalists for the game of musical chairs, and the battle was merciless.

On the right, Ben Barnes, mischievously charming, winner of the previous round.

On the left, Y/N Y/L/N, ruthless and ready to push her opponent to the ground, but she had landed second on the previous round because of her stupid dress that impended her movements (or because she was clumsy and sat down next to the chair… we’re not sure).

It was time for a rematch. The duellists were staring at each other in the eye, wary of their opponents’ movements.

Until…

The music stopped.

It was then a rush of limbs reaching for the lonely chair, a bit of pushing and a lot of pulling and an awful lot of laughing.

You shoved Ben aside, and sat down, victorious, onto the chair. Mary was cheering for you, and everyone clapped and laughed as you shouted in victory.

By your side, Ben was laughing as well. He buried his face in his hands to fake disappointment, when really, he was grinning like an idiot.

The look of glee on your face had made him blush outrageously…

You had a little victory dance before receiving your great prize: a plastic whistle.

Ben offered you his open palm as the guests were looking for drinks again and settling into conversations, waiting for the next game or dance.

“Congratulations, it was a great win,” he complimented you as you shook his hand.

“Well, thank you, my good sir. You put up a decent fight.”

“Only decent?” he asked with a loud laugh.

“Well… not bad, I’ll admit.”

As if to make your point clearer, you put the whistle between your lips, and blew. Some guests turned to you their amused faces. And you successfully made Ben laugh some more.

“I’m sure you could lend a pretty good deal coaching with that thing,” he laughed, pointing at the silly whistle.

You blew again, with an interrogative tone this time.

“Hmmm… it would suit you just fine. After that pushing skill you showed out there, they could recruit you even in a rugby team.”

This time, you couldn’t help but laugh, and had to put down the toy.

“I was a bit ruthless, right?”

“No, I was too. It was fun.”

Ben started to fumble with his tie, until he managed to untie it, and he popped open the first button of his shirt.

“I did not expect that a wedding would ask so much energy though,” he joked.

You realized then that he had become a little dishevelled during the game, a few locks of dark hair falling before his eyes, although he didn’t seem to care. You decided that it suited him a lot…

“Me neither, to be honest. But I prefer it that way, I think. It’s a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

You settled at an empty table together, grabbing a glass of water. You lost yourselves in a relaxed conversation about your families, your jobs, your lives. It felt familiar, comfortable. Like talking with an old friend you had not seen in years. It felt more like catching up, than revealing yourself.

It was a strange feeling, and you weren’t sure where it came from. Ben couldn’t really understand it either. He didn’t mind though. Basking in the warmth of the late afternoon, he decided to merely enjoy the moment, while it lasted.

The afternoon drifted into a warm summer evening, and soon enough into a bright summer night. Lanterns and lights had been set all around the park, revealing the beauty of the mansion and its architecture. It was a time for dancing now rather than playing, and after a delicious meal, most couples directed their attention towards the dance floor.

You had not seen Ben in a while. After spending most of your afternoon with him, you had gone your separate ways when it was time to eat, being placed at different tables. You kept on stealing glances in his direction though, which Mary did not fail to notice.

“So… you like my brother-in-law, huh?” your friend asked you, sitting down in the chair next to you.

She was taking a break from dancing while Jack was talking with a few friends. She took off her high heels, and let out a relieved sigh as her feet met the cool and soft grass.

You laughed at her, disregarding her remark, even if it meant blatantly lying to your friend.

“Absolutely not, what are you saying? I don’t even know him!”

“You spent your entire afternoon talking with him.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“You like him. You’ve been staring at him all evening. Besides, he likes you too, so…”

“He does?”

You couldn’t help but interrupt her, revealing your lie. Your friend laughed at you.

“Yeah… he does like you. He’s not even discreet about it.”

“Really?”

“Well, besides the fact that he spent his afternoon with you? He also asked me many questions about you…”

“And I’m sure you revealed my most ridiculous moments…”

“Of course not. I told him you were lovely. And single.”

“Mary!”

“What? You said yourself that you’re not looking for your soulmate, but that doesn’t mean you have to live like a nun.”

“I do not!”

“He likes you. And I know him, he really is a good guy. You should give it a try.”

You reflected on your friend’s words, but were left undecisive. You did like him. But it felt different this time around. Not like a mere crush. Not like a fling you knew would disappear on its own after a few months. You couldn’t explain it, but you felt like there was something important about this decision, and it made you afraid.

Mary was off with her family again, and you talked with a few friends as the night went on.

Meanwhile, Ben was puzzled.

He was puzzled because of you.

Because he had talked with his mother about this weird feeling that had settled in his heart and chest as the day went on, stronger, softer, warmer with every moment he spent with you. And his mother’s words woke up an old desire of his he had almost given up on.

You should ask her about her birthmark.

Why?

Was he attracted to you? Yes, absolutely. Did he enjoy your company? Without a doubt. Did he want to make you laugh as much as he could? Definitely. Did he feel pulled towards you by some invisible string, like a moss towards a flame? Undoubtedly…

Was it some kind of ‘love at first sight’ situation? A crush? But it felt different this time around, and he wasn’t sure why. And who better than his mother to advise him? But her answer was unexpected.

You should ask her about her birthmark.

Was it something to be taken so seriously? Could you be…?

He was staring at you, and he knew it was considered rude, but he couldn’t help it. He was hesitating. Even if he wanted to ask you about your birthmark, how could he do it? He couldn’t simply walk up to you, and blurt out something along the lines “hey, nice evening, don’t you think? By the way, what’s your birthmark? Because I think you might be my soulmate, so… thought I’d check.”

No, that would not do.

He decided that a drink would help, so he went to get a glass of wine. But when he turned towards you again, you were gone.

He scanned the crowd in search for you, but he couldn’t see you anywhere. Had you gone home? It was late at night, and most of the guests had decided to sleep at the mansion. You had assured him during the afternoon that you were staying till morning, so… had you left anyway? Where could you be?

He set out looking for you, a hint of worry setting a slight frown across his brow. When he spotted Mary, he asked her about your disappearance.

“Oh, I saw her setting off further down the park with a blanket. Have no idea where she found one though. I guess she must have been tired of partying, and wanted some quiet.”

Ben nodded, visibly relaxing. Mary offered him a knowing smile.

“But… quiet doesn’t necessarily mean alone…”

He couldn’t help but laugh, the tip of his ears turning red.

“I see… I wouldn’t want to seem too desperate though,” but he was only half-joking.

“Desperate is better than stupid.”

“Well, thanks Mary. I do love it when you insult me.”

“She likes you. Don’t ask yourselves so many questions about all of this and just… go with the flow.”

“Go with the flow?” he mocked her, but Mary didn’t back down.

“What are you so worried about anyway?”

“I don’t know… I guess… I don’t know, really.”

“Then… off you go!”

She gently pushed him in the right direction, and Ben could only yield, laughing as he walked away.

It took him a while to find you. You had followed a path that led further down the park, and had settled under the falling branches of a willow.

You admired the stars picking through the leaves, looked at their reflection on the pond that was splayed at your feet. There were lanterns set around the water, and a small picnic table on the left side of the water. It was quiet, with only the sound of crickets singing the song of summer, and the distant music from the party. Ben almost walked by without seeing you, hidden as you were by the branches of the willow. You were barely visible in the dim light, a blanket set across your laps and your head turned towards the sky.

His heart skipped a bit at the sight, but he chose to ignore it.

You heard someone approaching, and offered the newcomer a smile when you recognized him.

“What are you doing out there on your own?” he teased.

“Just relaxing. It’s been a tiring day. Good, but tiring.”

“Yeah… I agree.”

“You want to join me for a while? It’s lovely here.”

Ben didn’t notice the dreamy smile that curved up his lips.

“I’d love to. Thanks.”

He walked under the branches of the tree, fingers tickled by the soft leaves as he pushed them aside, and he sat down next to you. He started pulling on your blanket to tease you some more. You resisted, laughing.

“Stop stealing my blanket!” you protested, faking outrage.

“You could share, it’s cold out here.”

He finally stopped, letting out a laugh and setting his dark eyes on the pond before you.

He thanked you when you placed the blanket on his legs.

“How’s the party? Still going strong?” you asked after a short silence.

“Yep! And it doesn’t show any sign of stopping. Jack is wasted, but then again, I reckon he has the right to be tonight.”

“Mary is pretty drunk too, I’m sure.”

“It’s safer if they both stay away from the dance floor, I reckon.”

You exchanged yet another laugh, something that seemed abundant whenever you were together.

There was barely a breeze to shake the leaves of the trees around you, to disturb the mirroring surface of the pond. Waterlilies were in bloom, white and pink touches of colour above green leaves. The moon, high and full, shed a silvery light upon the world, painting the grass with ethereal hints on every blade. You barely noticed your fingers moving towards his, only when your skins collided did you acknowledge your movement. You couldn’t ignore it, given the jump your heart made under your ribcage…

You remained silent and motionless, sitting there in the night, fingers brushing against his and afraid he would pull away if you moved at all.

Instead, he wrapped his fingers around yours, gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

You caught yourself looking for any sign of birthmark, but just like yours it didn’t seem visible, not at first sight at least. It made you stare at him for a while, and he couldn’t refrain a teasing smile.

“Do I have something on my cheek?”

You jumped, looking away.

“No, no… nothing.”

“Why are you staring, then?”

“No… no reason. I wasn’t staring.”

You cleared your voice, fidgeting with the corner of the blanket.

“Why did you come out here, anyway?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“Honestly? I was looking for you.”

His response made the two of you stare at each other. There was no one around, in the calm night; but you reckoned that, had there been anyone else, you wouldn’t have noticed their presence at all. Not when he stared at you like that.

You noticed the freckle under his right eye, found the detail endearing, for some reason…

You looked away.

“Why? Why would you be looking for me? Aren’t you supposed to be with the groom?”

“You say that as if I haven’t spent my entire day with him.”

“Just saying.”

“Well… I… I wanted to be with you instead.”

“Why?”

You asked again, but couldn’t muster the strength to look at him. You noticed then how unbearably close the two of you were, shoulder against shoulder…

“I… I wanted to ask you something. Even if it’s a bit weird.”

The music from the party seemed to grow louder, people were cheering. A brand-new wave of dancers was standing up from and joining the jumping fray.

You didn’t care about it at all.

“Go ahead,” you encouraged Ben, as he seemed to have fallen silent.

It was his turn to nervously wrap his fingers around the corner of the blanket.

“I was just wondering… have you found your soulmate, yet?”

He tried to ask it in a nonchalant tone, and failed miserably.

At last, you turned your gaze towards him once more. It seemed that you had caught his whole world, trapped it in your eyes…

“No, I haven’t,” you gave him an earnest answer. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged, looking more vulnerable now. Still charming though, he gave you a shy smile.

“Just… the usual.”

“The usual?”

“I… I kind of like you. So…”

He was surprised when an amused smile appeared on your lips.

“That was not very smooth,” you commented.

“Doing my best. But you’re not making it any easier on me.”

“Really?”

“It’s hard to be smooth next to someone who seems to be turning your world upside-down.”

You let out a chuckle, and it was your turn to be shy.

“That… was smoother.”

“Still true, though.”

You struggled to swallow, but forced your voice to come out anyway. You didn’t notice the way you held his hand tighter in yours.

“Have you found your soulmate?”

But Ben shook his head.

“No, haven’t found them yet. Have… kind of given up, if I’m to be honest.”

“Yeah… me too.”

“Besides… my birthmark is pretty hidden, so it’s not easy to spot them in a crowd.”

“Mine too.”

Ben nodded, and weighed his options. But he decided against asking you about your birthmark. It felt like it would break the charm of the evening. And this moment made too sweet a memory to taint it in any way. It could wait. For now, he didn’t mind not knowing.

“I was wondering,” he went on instead, “if maybe… after tonight you would like to… have a coffee with me, one of these days.”

You offered him a bright smile, somewhere between joy and mischief.

“That was smooth.”

“Thank you, I’m practicing.”

“I’d love that. Going on a date with you, I’d love that.”

He offered such a smile, it felt blinding almost.

“But…”

The curve of his lips disappeared.

“I don’t want to make you waste your time,” you added. “Because I really like you too, and I fear that we… we could get attached. Like… really attached. And maybe, if we’re not meant to be together, then there’s no use in breaking our own hearts by going any further than this lovely day we’ve shared. So…”

You raised your hand and revealed the three red dots crossed by a line, hidden on the side of your ring finger.

“I bet it doesn’t match, does it?” you asked, already disappointed.

But Ben’s eyes seemed glued to the mark on your finger, and you wondered why. His expression was unreadable.

He let go of your hand, and you hated yourself for feeling so disappointed to be rejected. You hated your throat for tightening, and your lungs for pushing out every molecule of air, and your eyes for watering. You were ready to look away to hide your reaction, when Ben lifted his left hand before you, separated his fingers.

You stopped breathing altogether.

Three dots crossed by a red line…

When you looked into his eyes again, none of you were able to move or say anything. You needed a moment to take it all in.

“So… it’s you,” you let the words out in a breath, shaky and fragile and hesitant.

But Ben answered with a smile, withheld tears making his eyes shine.

“Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

You brushed a tear away as you laughed.

“Smooth.”

“Not really. I’ll work on that.”

“It’s okay. I kind of like that cheesy style.”

You both chuckled, his hand falling to hold onto yours again.

“So… what do we do now?” you asked, shaking.

Ben shrugged, and you could hear in his voice that he was struggling to stay calm as well.

“I mean… I reckon you should definitely accept that offer for a coffee.”

You both let out a laugh.

You turned around as loud shouts echoed through the park, coming from the party that was still raging near the mansion. It gave him a moment to take a deep breath, to finally calm his nerves, at least a little bit. At least, enough to speak again.

“But I think that for tonight… a dance sounds like a nice beginning. What do you think?”

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