#'he's kept me from falling into a few traps' hmmm

[lewiseb]

oscar talking about mark's influence on his career in the press conference oh this is MASSIVE for the implications

[dsireland86]

LONG HOT SUMMER

Summer in the South is too much for some of them, but not for the two if you. In the middle of the tour, he finds a place that reminds him of you and takes you there. He just wanted you to know that he thinks about you, but fate had other plans. What was supposed to be quick and simple turns into hot, deep, and sensual.

TAGS: @embracethereaper42, @foliosgirl, @broken0mens, @pathion, @embracethereaper42

It was so freaking hot you swear you could fry an egg on concrete. You don't mind it, the muggy humid heat of Louisiana being something you grew up in as a kid. Your Grandparents used to live here and you and your brother would spend almost every long hot summer with them. So it was something you could handle. But this band; absolutely not. Their northern nature made them divas when it came to the heat and never, in your life, have you heard so much complaining and whining from a bunch of guys as you have in the last seventy-two hours. It was so bad you wanted to glue your earbuds in just to get a few minutes of peace and quiet. 

The only one who seemed to handle it as well as you was Folio, and that’s because he has what your granddad used to call “fisherman’s skin” ; special skin that allows them to adapt to any climate. You knew he wasn’t serious, but now that you think about it, maybe he was right. The memory makes you smile as you enter the tour bus. Nicholas is the only one here, sprawled out on the couch in only a pair of shorts. “It’s too hot, Y/N.” The corners of your mouth lift at his confession. “You’re a diva, Nick.” He chuckles. “I am when it comes to this freaking heat. I’ll take Virginia weather any day over this shit.” 

Shaking your head, you move towards the bunks, yours specifically, and dig into your duffle bag in search of a new shirt to change into. You settle for the dark green tank and quickly change, feeling refreshed once you're done. After a few sprays of your favorite body spray you turn around and walk right into Noah’s chest, throwing your hand over your mouth to stifle your scream. 

“Fucking hell, Noah! Seriously!” Playfully, you slap him in the stomach and push him out of the way. “It’s not my fault you’re blind.” Your eyes widen. “I didn’t even hear you!” “Okay, well then deaf, too.” “Eat shit, Noah.” “Fuck you, Princess.” You narrow your eyes in a scowl. You hate when Noah calls you that. “I’ve been trying too, but she won't let me,” Folio says, coming up behind you and grabbing you by the hips. He plants a quick kiss on the side of your neck, making your heart skip a beat. The idea of you and Folio together has always made your stomach flutter. He’s been your crush ever since your brother introduced you to him years ago and no other guy has ever compared to him. You thought by now you would’ve told him how you felt, but since he’s never said how he feels about you, you’ve kept your feelings to yourself. Others have told you it’s obvious how Folio feels, but you aren’t one to just assume because of how he acts. Folio has always been a fun, playful kind of guy, and reading the signs wrong would be an utter embarrassment for you.

He kisses the side of your head, and tickles your sides, making you squeal and you elbow him in the stomach. He keels over pretending to be hurt. “Y/N, baby, please,” Folio begs, falling to the floor while clutching his stomach. “Fuck, you hurt me,” he complains, trying to hid his smile. You cross your arms as you hover over him. “Sucks for you,” you tease. He sticks his bottom lip out, pretending to pout, and lowers his head. That’s when the long tattooed arms snake around you, trapping you tightly against the body they belong to, and you know you’re in trouble. “Hmmm, my little bug is caught in a trap,” Noah whispers in your ear. “Let go of me Noah, or I'll kick you where it hurts most.” Your aggressive attempt makes Noah smile and he chuckles while locking one of his legs around yours. All, if any, advantages you have on him are officially gone now. “I'd like to see you try, Princess.” You growl in frustration. “Stop calling me that! You know I hate it.” Noah laughs again. “I don’t have anything else to call you! Unless you want me to call you a pigeon, or maybe piglet.” You grunt and try to break away. “Or how about little fox or maybe little fluffy bunny? Fluffy bunny! There it is!” Growling, you slam your foot down on top of Noah’s, hoping it will make him let you go, but it does absolutely nothing except make him laugh more. 

After a few more worthless attempts to break free, you know you’re not going to win this game so you go limp, letting yourself become dead weight in Noah’s arms. “Uh, Folio, I think I broke your girl,” he says and you smile at Noah’s choice words. Folio grabs his sunglasses that fell and instantly jumps to his feet and comes to your rescue. ”You break my girl, I’ll break your face,” he asserts as Noah brings you back to your feet. You catch Folio’s reference about you and it leaves you wondering. His smile is so infectious though as it spreads across his face and you can’t help but smile back. “You're lucky today, Princess,” Noah smirks, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before letting you go. “You’re still a jerk,” you say with a grin. “You’re still a bitch,” he replies, poking you in the belly. Not everyone is lucky enough to get Noah's playful side, but you are. That says a lot. 

“Come with me,” Nick says softly in your ear, bringing you back to reality. He slides his sunglasses on and takes your hand and leads you down the steps of the bus. The hot, humid air hits you the second you step outside, making the first outside breath difficult.

“Wait, hold up, where are you two going?” Matt questions. My eyes shift from Folio to Matt. “There’s something I want to show Y/N. It's not far.” Matt’s eyes bounce over the two of you then narrow. “Just for a few minutes Matt. We’ll be right back and then we can leave.” Matt smiles. “If I were you Y/N, I'd be worried if he makes it last only a few minutes.” You snicker, holding your hand over your mouth and turning away from Matt’s gaze. “Oh my god, will you quit already, we're not sleeping together,” Folio states. Your cheeks are red and Jolly notices. “Then why is Y/N blushing like that?” Folio turns and looks at you, grinning at the sight of your very red cheeks. He knows how easily embarrassed you can get sometimes, but it’s one thing he really loves about you. It gives him a reason to get protective. Jolly is laughing, but you can’t even look him in the face. “I’m just playing Y/N.” He detects the embarrassment in you and pulls you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around his waist as he lays a kiss on the top of your head. “Alright, can we go now,” Folio pleads with eagerness in his voice. It has you wondering what could possibly be so important.

“Fine, twenty minutes. Don’t be late or we’re leaving both your asses,” Matt forewarns us, climbing up into the bus after Jolly. You and Nick both laugh.“No you won’t, Matt. You need us too much.” You tug on Folio’s arm, and he gets the hint, leading you further away from the bus.“Don't you hurt my little sister, Folio. I will fuck you up,” Matt yells behind you. 

“Will you please slow down!” you giggle, trying your best to keep up with Nick as he pulls you through the woods, practically running. “I can’t. We only have twenty minutes; less now. I want to make sure you have enough time to enjoy it.” “Enjoy what,” huffing a laugh. He doesn't answer, so you stop suddenly, letting your hand slip out of Nick’s. A loud clap of thunder rattles the sky as he turns to you, noticing the enigmatic look in your eyes, “What?” 

You can’t see his eyes because of how dark his glasses are, but you know he’s staring at you, drinking you in like water. You don't know if it's the thunder or the sound of your heart that's so loud but when he closes the gap that separates your body from his, running his calloused fingers down your cheek and his thumb over your lips, you sigh, knowing it's definitely your heart. Fidgeting with your fingers, your knees want to buckle, but you try your hardest to keep your composure. Something is very different about the way Folio is acting around you and it should make you question his intention, but you don’t. You welcome it instead, like the thunderstorm you know is coming, with open arms.

As you gaze at him, barely able to breath, you let your eyes wander over his face, taking in the little things about him that make him so irresistible to you, stopping at his lips. Their shape is perfect, matching the rest of his facial features perfectly, but the fullness of them, how perfect the bottom one is for nipping and biting, even sucking when the intensity of the things you would let him do to you gets to be too much, makes the thin fabric beneath your shorts wet. You clench your jaw and your forehead furrows as you fight to push away the not so innocent visions plaguing your thoughts.

“You must be thinking of some nice things, your cheeks are flushed,” Folio points out with a smirk. Bringing your hands to your cheeks, you grin, slightly down turning your head, and when you’ve looked back up at him, your breath hitches when you see he’s removed his sunglasses and his eyes are fixed heavily on you.

Your nerves feel like they’re on fire and your knees are undoubtedly weak now. You know you look a mess, body already moist with sweat and your hair everywhere from the humidity, even though you have it pulled up, but that doesn’t seem to bother Folio. He surprises you by taking your face between his hands and leaning in, softly kissing you and stealing your breath away. It’s a long kiss, and deep, and you can’t help but notice the way Folio’s body leans into yours and presses firmly against it. You grip his red sleeveless shirt and take a deep breath even though your lips are still pressed tightly to his. The scent of him engulfs your senses and you suddenly want him everywhere on you. It’s taking every ounce of restraint to keep yourself together. 

But the moment Folio slides his tongue across your bottom lip, making you whimper, you know you’re done for. You know what he wants. Slightly opening your mouth, he slides his tongue in and captures yours, pulling the moan you’ve been holding back from your lungs. He releases his warm breath over you and between his taste and the scent, the mint toothpaste he used this morning still lingers and it makes you pull him in closer to you, wanting to feel every movement of his body against yours.  

“Shit,” he breathes when you part, but don’t let go of each other. He grins, laying his forehead against yours and slips a hand behind your head, bringing you in for one more soft kiss. “You have no idea what you do to me.” His confession surprises you and you wonder if there's a chance that he might tell you how he feels about you. Catching the twinkle in his eyes before it fades, you give Nick your best smile. He clenches his teeth together, making that tight jaw line of his appear, the one that gives you some of the best dreams of making out with him and possibly going even further, play through your mind like your favorite movie. 

“You want to tell me what you're thinking, baby, or do I have to guess?” Your panties are soaked now. If it wasn't for you still being in Nick's arms, you'd be on the ground. “You’re trembling.” “Ha, I wonder why.” A small smile finds its way into the corner of his mouth. “Do I make you tremble?” His brown eyes widen, but his expression is serious as he drags his finger down the side of your arm to the front of your stomach, resting right above the waistband of your shorts. You slowly nod in response to his question earning you another smirk before he lowers his face to your neck and drags his tongue lightly over your skin, taking a small bit of it into his mouth. The feeling of him sucking on you excites you, making your muscles tighten and the fire in your abdomen grow. You moan as you squeeze his shirt tightly in your hands again, letting the heat of the moment rip through your body. “Your skin tastes so good,” he tells you when he brings his head up to face you. “I wonder if the other parts of you taste just as good.” You feel the heart spread across your cheeks, causing Folio to chuckle. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” you retort with a smug smile. “I would, Baby.” You grin, bringing your fingers to his lips and tracing with the tips of your fingers. You can feel that familiar tingle building up in the bottom of your stomach, the one that always comes when you think about Folio; the one that makes you squeeze your thighs together. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting it to keep from kissing him again, and Nick notices.  

“Come on,” his alluring brown eyes taking your breath captive as his hand takes yours again. “Where almost there.” 

You come to a clearing and hear the sound of flowing water before you can even see the river that's just up ahead. But that's not what makes you stop and hold still. It's what's in the center of the clearing that takes your breath away. Before you, a few feet away, are two trees intertwined with what appears to be a heart formed in the middle, made from the bending of their long branches and green leaves. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and it literally has you holding your breath. Bringing your hands to your mouth, you stare at it in amazement, moving closer while paying no mind to another clap of thunder, leaving Nick behind.

“I had to show you before we left. I found it yesterday when I was looking for the river.” You are utterly speechless, not just because of the trees, but also because Nick has made it a point to show you this, admitting that two trees forming a heart reminds him of you. You know this means something big, coming from Nick. He's not one to throw thoughts and feelings around or out to just anybody. You turn to look at him only to find he's already staring at you. The look in his eyes makes your heart skip. 

“Judging by the look on your face I'm assuming you like it?” “I love it,” you croak, because speaking is proving to be difficult at the moment. Folio laughs “I knew you would.” Tears slip from your eyes and slide down your cheeks and you're suddenly super embarrassed that you're crying. “Hey come here, Doll,” he pleads, taking you into his arms. You throw your arms around his neck while he slides his around your waist, his hands finding their way to your bottom and squeezing it. His strong tug into him is just enough for you to know he’s serious about what he’s wanting; you feeling just how hard he is for you beneath his black shorts. The thought makes you forget you have knees at all and you can't help but give in to his demand. It’s an insatiable feeling, the hard thickness of his length pressed entirely against your sex. You feel him twitch, as if knocking upon your entrance,  leaving you wanting more. Folio grunts and stagers a bit, almost losing balance, but gives you his sweet lopsided grin with narrowed eyes, taking a quick look at his watch. “We still have about ten minutes.” You want to believe he's serious, but you don't want to assume. Instead you laugh and continue to play his game. “You really want our first time together to last less than ten minutes out in the middle of the woods in broad daylight? Not to mention there’s an impending storm coming.” Folio looks up at the dark cloud-covered sky just as deep thunder rolls again. He laughs, shoulders bouncing to prove just how funny it is to him and you shove your hands deep into his back pockets, pushing yourself into him. “Fuck, Y/N, if you do that again, you're gonna leave me with no other choice.” He peers down at you, suddenly staring as if you're his next meal, and every nerve in your body is instantly on fire. You didn't mean anything by it. You're just playing the flirty game with him. But you're so nervous you feel light-headed so you quickly remove your hands from his pockets. 

“Hey hold up now, I didn't say you had to take your hands away,” playfully reaching for them to shove them back in his pockets. You giggle followed by a loud squeal as Nick picks you up and spins you, putting you back down after your three persistent pleas. “I want our first time together to be someplace special. Someplace where we can be loud as fuck and no one will hear or care about what we're doing.” His expression is serious, but you know he's really not; is he? “Wow, okay, tell me how you really feel,” you say, shocked by his bluntness. “Okay, you really want to know how I really feel?” His question is more of dare than anything, but you play along anyway. “Sure, lay it on me Folio,” you tease. Leaning up against the side of a tree, Folio stands there staring at you for a minute. “I'm in love with you Y/N. I dream about you, I think about you constantly. I can’t stop. But even if I could, I don't think I'd want to.” 

Folio drops his gaze, his soft brown eyes covered by the rim of his Harley ball cap. You know he's nervous. You know he's never been this bold with a girl before. But you're so shocked by his confession that you have no idea what to do. Your forehead creases and your mouth goes dry as you try to think of something to say, but fail. Is Nick being for real? When he doesn't look at you, you can't help but feel that he is being serious, and that softens your heart. Not acknowledging him would be mean and you have no intention of hurting him. So, you make the first move. 

“Do you want there to be a first time between us, Nick?” His hesitation scares you a little despite what he just told you. Finally, he looks up at you with a small smile hiding in the corner of his lips and you swear his eyes are glistening. “I want a first, a second, a third… a million times… however many times you want until you get sick of me.” You let out a shaky laugh, floored that this is actually happening. “I don't think that's possible,” shaking your head at him. “Mmm… yeah it's pretty possible.” 

There's a quiet moment between you. “Come here,” Folio calls to you with a quick flick of his head, and you do. He brings his hand to your neck, gently sliding his calloused fingers down your soft, delicate skin, causing shivers to ripple throughout your whole body. You want those hands everywhere on you now and you're not ashamed to admit it now that you know how he feels about you. “What if I bring my ski mask, you know the one,”

“Yes,” you say, trying to hide your excitement. You've had plenty of daydreams about him and the mask. “I’m quite aware of it, but isn’t that more Noah’s thing than yours?” Folio removes his ball cap and pushes his hair back. He looks so good to you right now as you picture him coming at you with said ski mask. If he was wearing it right now with the same look in his eyes you’d be willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you. Your skin heats up and you can feel it creeping over your cheeks as your heart pounds against your chest and you can feel damp fabric between your legs as you squeeze your thighs together. Folio notices. “Thinking about it aren’t you, Doll,” he questions, licking his lips. His warm breath on your neck as he leans in to taste your skin leaves you breathless. “Thinking about you and me together, and what it would feel like having me inside you? What it would feel like getting fucked by me with just a ski mask on.” Folio’s hands that are back on your hips dig their fingertips into your skin and your muscles tighten beneath his touch as you try to keep yourself up before your knees completely buckle. “Alright, that’s enough Nick,” you say with a shaky breath, reluctantly pushing his hands away. “You know I want to, right?” he asks in a somber tone. “I do. So do I,” hoping he can see the seriousness on your face. “I want you too.” He smiles and you release the tight breath you’ve been holding. “I want it to be on your terms, not mine.” His face softens and the tension goes away, and you melt into the sweetness you now see. “Thank you,” you whisper. He pulls you in for a deep kiss and you feel a rush of relief being in his arms this way. “Maybe we should talk about this another time.” You didn’t realize how much sexual tension was really between the two of you. “Well, you're the one who brought it up,” reminding you with a raised eyebrow. “Well, you're the one who started it,” lightly shoving him away from you. “Mmm, technically your brother did.” He taps the end of your nose as you think of a comeback. You have none. “Okay, fair point.” Folio smiles at you while taking a deep breath. “Let's head back, before Matt really does kill us both.” You agree and turn to leave, but stop instantly. “Wait, take my picture,” you say, handing Folio your phone. Grinning, he takes your hand. “I have a better idea,” as he leads you over to the trees. The thunder rolls again, and you start to feel the sprinkles of rain that are quickly turning into droplets. Wrapping his arm around you so that you're snug in the crook of his shoulder, Nick says your name and you look up at him. His lips land on yours and you fall into his kiss as you hear the snap of the camera go off, signaling he took the picture. “Hey! Nick!” Folio grins and takes off running through the pouring rain with you quickly in tow. 

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After one more show in Louisiana, one in Mississippi, two in Florida, and two in Texas, the heat and humidity has all of you done for. You’re ready to go home. There is more work to be done once you get there, back to L.A., but a much needed break is first. Matt already has his entire month off planned, Noah too. Bryan will be knee deep in photos and rug making, Nicholas is flying home to Virginia, Jolly wants to sleep, but Folio has yet to mention anything. He’ll probably whisk away quietly on his bike for a long ride or a fishing trip, where you’ll be left to miss him like an insane person. But that’s okay. Everyone could use time apart.   

You yawn and pull the hood further down to cover your eyes. The merch hoodie you’re wearing is actually Noah's and you confiscated it without him knowing. But you know he doesn’t mind. Settling deeper into the couch and in the hoodie, you feel a looming presence over you, and you have a good idea of who it is.

“Up,” Folio orders, tapping your legs. You obey, laying them back down on his lap once he sits down. “Are you alive under there?” “Barely,” you mumble. Your arms are crossed over your chest and the hood completely covers your face. “Alright,” Folio chuckles. “Well, are you listening?” You sigh. “Depends on what you’re saying.” You feel a warm hand slip under the hoodie first and then your shirt, sliding across the skin of your belly while making its way further up, filling your entire body up with goosebumps. “How about now; listening now?” You shake your head while smiling, but you know Folio can’t see it. The hand moves from right below your breasts, further south to right above the waistband of your leggings, stopping as if to think, but then continuing down overtop the fabric and over your heated sex that’s throbbing with lust from Folio’s teasing. Instantly, you sit up and pull the hood off, meeting with Folio’s face mere inches from you. “How about now,” he says with that adorable smile. You shake your head once more, the familiar tingling engulfing you between your legs, begging for one more touch from Nick’s fingers. He grins, leans in and kisses you, while sliding a finger between your covered folds, feeling you squirm and wiggle beneath him. Just his touch alone is sending you quickly to the edge. “Mmm… I want to feel more of that from you,” Nick says, once he sits back. “You're such a tease, you know that?” You shake your head and grin, sitting back without the hood this time. “So, really, are you listening?” You smile big, and shake your head again, watching Folio’s eyes grow dark and wide. You know what he wants and you’re playing his tightened strings so well, that they are about to snap. “I’m kidding, yes, I’m listening,” you say, attempting to pull him away from the ledge.

You prop your head on your fist, staring at the man before you who is too busy scrolling through his phone to notice you staring at him. Folio is beautiful, with all the perfect little things that make him so irresistibly hot at the same time. From the earring in his left ear, to the hoop in his nose, the large tattoo on his neck and the massive one on his chest. From his sweet disposition, to affectionate, caring heart, Nick was everything you wanted; physically and inwardly. He always made you feel safe and you knew at this moment you didn't want or need anything else. Folio was enough.

“I know what I want to do once we're home,” he says, raising his eyebrows and smiling. You grin seeing him so excited about whatever it is he’s about to show you. “I found this really cool fishing spot up in Washington called Trout Lake Cozy Cabins. Apparently they have some of the best trout fishing there. I wanna take the bike and go.” Your heart falls at the thought of him leaving, especially so soon after getting home, but you’re not about to rain on his parade. “That sounds like a great time,” trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. “Good, because you’re coming with me.” Your eyes dart up to Nick’s and you see him grinning. “You’re serious,” you say more as an affirmation than a question. “Yeah I’m serious. We need to get away together if we’re going to give this thing between us a shot.” “This thing?” Your eyes narrow and you sit up, scooting closer to Folio’s legs. “Yeah, this thing,” he confirms, licking his lips, looking you up and down as you move closer. “And what is this thing,” you whisper over his lips. Your eyes drop from his to his lips and you’re restraining everything in you to not reach out and grab him, pull him into you, and devour every part of his sweet face that’s got you going mad for him. “Mmmmm, it’s a really great thing,” he answers, his entire body still, but his breath is shaky. “And there’s an us?” Your heart is pounding so hard you wonder if he can hear it. “I’d really, really like for there to be an us,” he whispers as your hand grazes over his hard length that’s very obvious to your eyes at the moment.   

“If you two seriously don’t quit, I’m throwing you out,” Matt barks as he walks by. You can hear the laughter hiding behind your brother’s tone and know there isn’t an ounce of seriousness in his voice. But still, you and Folio back off each other, allowing some breathing room. “So, you want to go here,” you say once you’ve taken a look at the place he’s pulled up on his phone. It’s very beautiful. It’s rural, quiet, and private; it’s the perfect place for you two. “I've already booked “The Pines” cabin for us.” Your eyes widen. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” “How far is it?” “Does it matter?” “It does if I’m going to be stuck with your ass, alone.” Folio pretends to be hurt. “I know you’re joking.” “Oh, but am I Folio?” You narrow your eyes and give him a smirk. You watch as his face grows a little anxious. You burst out laughing, earning you a ton of tickles to which your squeals turn into small screams. “It’s eight hundred and thirty-seven miles,” Nick finally tells you. “Whew, that’s a lot of miles. How many hours?” “Twelve and a half by the time we stop for gas and rest.” 

“Wow… that’s a long time alone with you on a bike. I’m not sure I can do that Nick.” You try to keep your face as serious as you can and it works. Nick’s head falls and you know you’ve made him feel terrible. “Oh my gosh, I’m kidding,” you scootch into his lap and wrap him around you as much as possible. “I’m so kidding,” you say again, placing soft kisses all over him. Folio raises his head to look at you and now you’re the one who feels terrible. “You really have to stop fucking with my head like that. My feelings too; I’m sensitive.” The baby face he’s giving you makes you fold into him and bury yourself there. “I’m sorry,” you mumble into his chest.” “It’s fine. I’ll just make you pay for it later.” You freeze at the sudden change in Folio’s voice, sitting up and staring at him. “Seriously?” “Am I?” The mischievous glint in his eyes is too much and you bite your lip, wondering if maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much. “Come with me and find out?” Folio smiles at you. “Well, I guess you’ll have to find out once we get home.” Getting up, you head towards the bathroom, pleased with yourself. “Seriously, Y/N!” “Yup, seriously, Folio,” chuckling at yourself because you already know the answer.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

Part 2

[starg1rlblog]

Hii! I have a revenge era Gerard way request. It's really dark but uh here goes. Gerard isn't a member of MCR, but rather a vampire who kills and kidnaps girls for fun (think of lestat from interview with the vampire but somehow more sadistic) and one day he kidnaps a girl, intending to just toy around with her for a few weeks but instead falls in love with her and become yandere level obsessed. Please include smut! Preferably something kinky with dom Gerard but no pet names or fetish gear or anything! Thanks in advance, I love your writing tons!

᳝ ࣪ ♥︎ — All Yours

a/n: you’re too kind! if there’s poor grammar n spelling…hmmm you didn’t see it.

pairings: vampire!gerard way x fem!reader

warnings : 18+, dubious, yandere undertones, mentions of kidnapping, manipulation, manhandling, mentions of creampie/breeding, biting

taboo content ahead! you are responsible for your own media consumption!

Gerard loved to play with his food. He watched the pretty women that crossed his path and swept them off their feet. He had them melting at his very touch but foolishly falling into his trap. He would keep them locked up to use however he pleased. Each and every one of them were eaten with empty veins by the end of the week. Unfortunately for you, you were no different. He scooped you up one night with intentions for another meal.

He kept you bounded to his bedpost with rope. Where you were used for one purpose — his enjoyment. You laid there with your wrists bruised, tugging against the restraints. Your limbs were sprouting bruises of purples and deep blues; along with bite marks from the vampire. Gerard fed off of you. You were a pure taste to his palette. Something extraordinary — something he wanted to taste forever.

As time went on Gerard found himself wrestling the thought of you each night. You tainted him — he was losing himself to you. So, he kept you longer than he intended. Gerard creeped through the room and towered over you. He loved how helpless you were. Gerard cupped your cheek. “How’s my sweet girl doing?” He asked as if there would be any decent answer. Instead, you looked up with soft dewy eyes and asked, “When can I go?” He scowled at you with pointed eyebrows. Gerard sat beside you and leaned close. Pushing your disheveled hair behind your ear. “Why would you want to, hm?”

“It’s just ‘cause…” You mumbled meekly but stopped yourself to turn away with tearful eyes. “You’re always so mean to me.” Gerard proved your point by smacking you across the cheek. He gripped your face harshly to make you look at him. “What a stupid thing to say." He tauntingly shook your face side to side and whispered, "You can’t leave when you need me.”

With hot tears streaming down your face you grumbled a soft no. Gerard disagreed, “Yes, you do, you dumb girl. I took you so easily. Had it been someone else?” Gerard shoved your face away and brought his palm onto your bruised knee to rub it gently. “Someone bad?” He continued, “I’m protecting you since you couldn’t yourself, doll.”

“But what about my home? I-I have to go—“

“Shut up already.” Gerard gruffed, finding it hard to play nice with you anymore. He loved you too much to even consider releasing you. You were his.

Gerard smashed his lips onto yours. Letting his pointed fangs bite down on your lower lip, releasing soft dribbles of blood. He moaned as he tasted you. Holding onto the heated kiss, Gerard pushed himself between your legs and let his weight fall on you. Fumbling with his jeans he yanked them down below his thighs to release his hard cock. It sprung free with his tip flushed red — aching for you.

Gerard’s hands gripped the plush of your thighs to spread you farther apart. He rutted himself into you painfully slow. “Oh — fuuckk,” he seethed. You yanked against the restraints as you whimpered at the length of him. Your cunt still so sore from the countless fucks before but you were greedy and wanted more. You were choking his cock with your tight cunt. The vampire found it impossible to control himself. He kept his eyes fixated on you. He found you so beautiful this way; below him and completely under his control. Blood smothered on your lips and your eyes pinched shut with headed cheeks. You were embarrassed at how much you loved this.

Gerard brought his hands to your neck to keep you steady as he fucked into you. “that’s it — take it like a good whore,” Gerard moaned. He watched your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were enjoying his cruel attention. The way he used you like you were nothing made you weak. “No one else can make you feel this good.” Each thrust growing harsher — fucking you like he hated you. Squeezing tighter around your neck, you squeaked out a gasp. “C’mon, needa hear that pretty mouth of yours say it. ” He demanded.

You couldn’t complete a coherent sentence. All you could do was nod profusely and babble, “m’only you.” Viscously milking his cock he couldn’t help but whine. Gerard gripped your jaw with one hand and groaned close, “So fucking tight.” His eyebrows furrowed with sweat glistening over his forehead. He can hear the blood pumping throughout your body from the intensity between you two. Gerard nuzzled into your shoulder biting down, unable to resist you. You hissed a stream of curses from the piercing pain of his fangs. It hurt so good. Gerard pulled back with groan. Basking in the taste of you. His lips covered in your blood, dribbling down his chin. Leaning down to kiss you, you taste yourself. The warm copper covered your tongue.

Gerard let his hands release hold of you and run down your body. “keep fucking me! Shit — just like that,” you whined, cock drunk. Gerard let his hands come between the two of you. He yanked your legs up and over his shoulders to be as deep as he could. Letting the tip of cock brush against your cervix. Gerard leaning closer and closer as his cock stretched you out. “Wanna cum inside you and make you mine.” He threatened. You yanked against the rope and yelped, “no, no — Uuhhh!” You mewled when your capturer’s thumb was rubbing against your swollen clit. Your eyes watered at the sensation. Twitching around his cock, he won’t last long. “Y’feel so fucking good. Just wanna fill you up.”

[honeygrahambitch]

Happy Valentine's day yall sexy fannibals! ❤️

This fic is for @hanniegram , my #100 follower <3 enjoy some domestic morning cheesiness

Semantics

"Good morning, gorgeous." Hannibal teased as Will opened his blue eyes and blinked a few times as his sleepy gaze fell on him.

"Yeah, morning." Will murmured as he scooched closer to Hannibal, putting his head on his chest and resting an arm over his torso. "Give me five more minutes."

Hannibal smiled softly as his hand went through Will's messy hair and caressed his forehead.

"I'm cold." Will protested as he also put one of his legs over Hannibal, being now wrapped around him completely like a koala.

Even though Hannibal couldn't move an inch he managed to grab the blanket which Will had made his own over the nighr and then threw it over their naked bodies.

"Better, sunshine?" He sometimes felt that he was spoiling Will too much.

"Mhm." Will replied. "But I'm also hungry."

"So needy this morning." Hannibal commented as he kept caressing Will's hair. "I will prepare breakfast if you move away."

"No..." Will protested. "I want you here and breakfast too. I'm too comfortable to move."

"Well then, no breakfast." He said amused. "Of course, it's all about semantics. It depends what your meaning of breakfast is."

"Mmm...semantics, how sexy." Sleepy Will commented, his sarcasm making Hannibal smile. "Since my body is literally pressed against yours, I think you can tell."

"Absolutely." Hannibal agreed.

They stood like that for a while, as Hannibal's hand was now on Will's shoulder, drawing circles on his skin with his thumb. Will opened his eyes again, slowly lifted his head and kissed Hannibal directly on the lips.

"Good morning again, darling." He said as he kissed him back, slowly switching and rolling Will off his chest.

"Wanted to top that bad?" Will challenged him lifting one eyebrow.

"You already know the answer to that question."

"I do. But I was in quite a powerful mood this morning." He said playfully and rolled himself on top of Hannibal without hesitation.

"Honey, you know that if I wanted to pin you down, I would. Besides, I believe you can be quite 'powerful' as a bottom as well." He said, testing the waters, staring at Will's abs. "That is why I am asking now nicely."

"No, cause now you made me curious. What would Dr. Lecter do if I insisted that I want to be on top?" He teased back as he leaned in and kissed him, biting his lower lip.

Hannibal ran his hands down Will's ribs ready to answer his question, as soon as he parted from his lips.

"You know, Will, I have always been curious about one thing that I couldn't figure out about you."

Will noticed the little flicker in his eyes and pretty much realized he had fallen into a trap.

"Hmmm...what is that?" He flirted back.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Huh?"

But Will didn't have enough time to process that as he burst into laughter, falling off Hannibal, his fingers tickling him along his ribs.

"Oh, fuck..." Will gasped through his laughter as Hannibal was again on top of him. "Okay, you...you won this one....please..." He tried to be coherent and Hannibal stopped, trying not to exhaust Will too much.

For a few seconds they stared at each other smiling sensually and breathing heavily.

"You are so beautiful." Hannibal said as he looked at Will as if he was a rare painting.

"You are so stubborn. And fucking annoying." Will replied rolling his eyes playfully, trying not to show that he was so weak for him. "I love you."

Everytime Will would say that Hannibal felt something inside him melt as if it was the first time he heard it.

"I will show you in a second how much I love you too."

[leejafythe]

Dancer and the Lightwardens: Chapter 12

The Qitana Ravel - Originally posted here

Y’shtola read out yet another riddle and asked Leeja to find he correct statue to feed aether into. When she pointed out the owl statue, Y’shtola cast her aether into it and a shortly after, a click and a thunk was heard behind them. “You really do have a talent for these things.” Y’shtola smiled at Leeja, who just grinned before grimacing as her head began to throb painfully. “Leeja, are you alright?” She asked as the dancer squeezed her eyes shut and stumbled a little. “Easy, I’ve got you. What seems to be the problem?” “Migraine… It’s gotten worse after Il Mheg” Leeja murmured. Y’shtola pressed her fingers to her temples gently, easing the pain to help her focus. “The way should be clear now. Come, let us─” Almet began. Both she and Leeja looked up at someone approached. Leeja freed her chakrams from her waist and linked them to her hands. “Sister! Sister!” Cymet stopped and panted.  “Cymet? What are you doing here? What has happened?”  “Eulmoran soldiers. They have entered Yx'Maja!” Cymet told them. Both miqo’tes looked at each other.  “Eulmoran soldiers!? And what of the Blessed?” Y’shtola asked, worried.  “Nothing specific, but it seems the Eulmorans had little interest in Slitherbough or its people. According to our scouts, their general and his men made all haste for the gate to Yx'Maja upon finding it. Together with Thancred, Uimet and some few others have engaged them at the border.” Almet sent Cymet back to assist. “Well, out time crunch is running out. Let’s go” Leeja said quickly as she headed up toward where she heard a door open. 

Y’shtola and Almet joined Leeja who had found her way into a chamber. “I swear, if the Eulmorans harm so much as a hair on the heads of the Blessed…” Y’shtola hissed. Leeja looked at her. “Trust me, I’ll join you with burning them to the ground.” Leeja muttered.  “The switch should be through these doors, in the Confessional of Toupasa the Elder. But why is it not open?” Almet wondered, Y’shtola looked at the wall, as if following a path with her eyes. “What are you seeing, Shtola?” Leeja asked her.  “Magick appears to be flowing through the walls, but it's being obstructed as it approaches the door. ...Hmmm. Is it not strange that only one of these pedestals bears an owl statue?” She murmured. Almet and Leeja looked at each other. “Scavenger hunt for the owl then it seems!” They split up and began to look through the various chambers before meeting back up toward the back. Leeja found the statue and got ready to carry it through the hall.  “We need but return it to the other altar, no?” Almet said as Y’shtola looked at it. “One might assume so, but nothing about these ruins has ever been quite so simple. I sensed a strange energy emanating from the eyes of the statues in the corridors of this place. Should this figure be moved, it would not surprise me for them to suddenly stir to life.” “Sooo, it’s a trap then?” Leeja asked, sighing softly. “One day, something will go swimmingly and we won’t fall into anymore traps.” Leeja headed back to the main chamber, managing to avoid various traps and critters that had made it inside. She placed it down on the pedestal by the door and Y’shtola confirmed that the magick flowed from the statue to the door as it rumbled open.

Before they entered, Almet told them all about the dangers of the temple. When she finished with the explanation, she handed Leeja and Y’shtola whisperweeds, the linkpearls of the First, it seemed. They were able to be clipped to their ears and they began to make their way through quickly and carefully, trying to avoid traps, being attacked by giant golems that were distracted by copies and let them run through the chamber. They were chased by boulders going downhill, making them dip and dive into small areas that kept them alive. At te end, they jumped down. The landed in a channel of water that waited for them, and they heard the whisperweeds come to life. “ Sister! They have reached the temple! I fear they are too fast for us. ” “It is unheard of for anyone to outpace the Viis. What is this man who comes after you?” Almet asked. “Probably Ran’jit. We’re running out of time, especially if he’s here. We need to go” Leeja panted softly and they began to run once more. They were cut off by one more set of doors. “Another door. Wonderful... I can but imagine what awaits us inside.” Y’shtola grumbled. 

As the doors in front of them opened, the doors at the far end of the corridor opened as well. “There you are!” “Shite, time’s up!” Leeja growled. She grabbed her chakrams and tethered them to her hands. “Go, I’ve got him!” She began to throw her attacks, only for the rest of the viis and Y’shtola to help fight. Until they were told to go into the final chamber. Both Leeja and Y’shtola cast their aether before pushing the heavy stone doors open. At the far end of the chamber, they found their prize. Y’shtola distracted the two golems inside keeping guard and Leeja ran onto the end quickly. 

Ran’jit launched himself toward Leeja. Only to be stopped by Y’shtola and her barrier. The Eulmoran Adjutant ran into the chamber, stepping on a button that blended into the ground and began to glow orange. It was a trap, and the floor began to crumble away under them, leaving a giant gap between the back chamber and the door. “Well done, moron! Now we’re trapped” Leeja hissed, pressing a heavy boot onto his fingers and pressing down ever so slightly. She wouldn’t break his fingers, of course, but it was enough to get the message across. 

“How was I supposed to known that was going to happen!? It looked like any other part of the floor! …Might now be an opportune time to strike a bargain? We poisoned a number of villagers in Slitherbough with a toxin brewed for us by the Children. This is the antidote. I daresay you know how potent their concoctions are ─ and the futility of trying to counteract their effects. Now, now. Try anything here and we're all likely to fall. Eventually, someone will come to our rescue. Or yours. Promise us safe passage and we'll give you the antidote! Do we have a deal?” The man practically begged as he stood up slowly and carefully. Leeja wanted to kick him down the hole, make him suffer, but she was a lot nicer than that. Because Ran’jit did it in her stead. “We do not negotiate with the enemy. The villagers' lives are forfeit. As is yours…” As the Adjutant fell, the cure for the poison left his hands. Y’shtola left forward and grabbed it quickly, tossing it to Leeja. “Do not fail” was all she said, a smile on her face and a sudden gust of wind that came from nowhere. “Y’SHTOLA!” “How noble. And pointless.” Ran’jit muttered.

Leeja wanted to scream at him. Call him all the names under the sun but she (barely) kept her calm. “Is everyone alright?” Minfilia ran around the corner. “Stop! The floor has fallen away and its still crumbling!” Leeja shouted at her, watching the young woman stop. Behind her, Thancred and Urianger followed closely. “Urianger!” Thancred began to sprint as Urianger manifested a long, golden rope that wound itself around Ran’jit and pulled him backward into the pit. Thancred launched himself off the edge, cutting the tether. Ran’jit fell into the pit as Thancred dug his gunblade into the wall, leaving him hanging there. “Thancred!?”  “I’m alright!” Leeja peered over the gap as a wave of nausea hit her. She held out a hand that he barely managed to grab. As he pulled his weapon free, Leeja used all her strength to pull him up, stumbling backward and laying on the ground, panting hard. “Wait, where’s Y’shtola?” Minfilia asked suddenly. “Oh, we have a lot to discuss but first, this is the cure for the poison” Leeja said, holding the bottle up. “Hold onto it tight then. Now, how in the hells are we getting out of here?” 

Leeja attuned to her gunbreaker stone quickly and checked her ammo. “Hm… Can I steal a cartridge? I’ve got an idea” she turned and looked at Thancred as he handed her one. She slotted it into the barrel and moved back against the wall. She took a deep breath, said a silent prayer to Althyk and lept across the whole, giving her an extra force as she triggered the single cartridge. As she landed, and barely at that, Urianger grabbed her quickly, pulling her back and helped her down to the ground. “Than…cred” she wheezed, squeezing her eyes closed as she heard the exact same sunt she pulled. Minfilia knelt down next to Leeja.  “Are you alright?” She asked, worrying slightly. “Give her some space, Minfilia.” Thancred pulled her away gently. “Heights and Leeja do not go well together. He knelt down in front of Leeja. “Deep breaths, darling. Squeeze my hand when you’re ready” he spoke calmly. When she was ready, she squeezed his hand and stood up slowly.  “Thanks” she whispered quietly and brushed herself down with very shaky hands. “Let’s get out of here…” She walked slowly until she got her bearings again and they met up with the viis outside, and she told them everything that happened in the chamber. 

“Why would she do such a thing?” Minfilia asked, stunned. Leeja groaned softly at the migraine that burst behind her eyes.  “She did it to save the Night’s Blessed. Had she not have done it, the antidote would be lost at the bottom of the cave.” Leeja murmured.  “What ails you, my friend?” Urianger noticed the pain Leeja was in. “Migraine. Started just after we left Il Mheg and it’s getting worse” Urianger hummed for a moment and did his best to settle the pain. “Thank you, Urianger. That feels better now” she gave him a tired smile. Thancred spoke with the viis to see if it was possible to survive the fall, but got nowhere. They were alerted to the fact that the Eulmorans and the Children had fled Yx'Maja and Slitherbough, but a lot were poisoned. “Then we must act quickly. If you've a spare vial, Minfilia and I can deliver it to the Blessed at Slitherbough.” Leeja threw it carefully to Thancred. “What about Y’shtola?” Minfilia asked, looking at all of them.  “I know it seems callous of us to leave, but she leapt into that hole for a reason.” “He’s right, Minfilia. Go, help the Blessed and meet us at Fanow when you’re done.” She hesitated before following Thancred as Leeja and Urianger made their way to Fanow.

As the pair ran toward where the stricken Blessed was, Leeja’s eyes widened. “Oh gods, Runar!” “'Twas he who forestalled the Eulmorans' procession. And in so doing, afforded thee time to lay low the Lightwarden. Quickly, the antidote.” Leeja nodded and carefully poured the antidote into his mouth and waited. Her hands trembled and she sat down on a bed next to Runar’s and waited. After a few tense moments, Runar groaned, making Leeja and Urianger breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank the twelve.” “It would appear the worst hath passed, though his wounds yet want for mending. I shall minister to him forthwith.”  “Do you need a hand? I’m happy to help” she offered. Urianger shook his head and gave her a soft smile. “Rest, Leeja, I prithee. I shall attend to Runar's ministrations.” She nodded and stayed sat on the bed, watching quietly. 

A short while later, Leeja heard Minfilia and Thancred approach. “Runar’s okay. What about those at Slitherbough?”

“We delivered the antidote to Slitherbough, and from what we could gather on the way here, the Eulmorans have had the good manners to withdraw. Thank the gods they did, or we would never have made it here in time. I'm told we have Runar and his comrades to thank for keeping the soldiers occupied prior to their retreat. They were preparing to come for you and Y'shtola, it seems, when Runar rallied the villagers and pursued them out of Slitherbough.” Thancred explained. When Runar opened his eyes, he sat up and looked around, confused. They explained what happened, and when Leeja told him of Y’shtola’s fate. Even if he didn’t accept it.  “We must begin the search immediately! I will come with you! She is alive. She is alive , damn you!” “Runar she–” they were interrupted by Almet who was followed by Emet-Selch.  “Oh look who it is” Thancred said sarcastically.  “Well...this is embarrassing. In my defence, they are surprisingly tenacious. So ─ what trouble have you gotten yourselves into this time?” Leeja gave him a brief overview of what had transpired. “My condolences, by the way. 'Tis never easy to lose the ones we love. Well, she is dead, isn't she? Wishing it were otherwise will not make it so.” Leeja’s hands balled into fists as Thancred snapped back a response. Minfilia looked at Leeja, who appeared lost in thought.

“You have something on your mind. What is it?” Everyone looked at Leeja. She looked at Thancred. “I’m beginning to wonder what really happened when she fell…”  “Pray recount to us again that which thou witnessed in the ruins, omitting not the slightest detail.” With a brief nod, she went through everything that happened.  “Flow…” Thancred said, realisation dawning on him at the wind from nowhere. “The teleportation magick she used to spirit us away from Ul'dah after the bloody banquet! I recall a similar gale in the tunnel before it took effect.” He explained. Emet explained that he felt a blip in the lifestream and even offered to bring her back. With hesitation, Leeja took the aetherial lamp he gave her and went to find a location that worked, being accompanied by Minfilia and Thancred. 

“Though I am loath to trust him, I suppose we have no choice. For now, at least.” Thancred said quietly.

“I know, but if he can indeed bring Y’shtola back, then that’s all that matters” Leeja held up the lamp up, watching it glow brighter and brighter. When it was blinding, Leeja whistled loudly, alerting everyone to their location. As Emet stepped forward, Leeja move back to give the space he oh so needed. As he peered into the lifestream, he found Y’shtola’s soul and with a snap of his fingers, pulled her free from it and back into the physical world once more. Another snap of his fingers and he returned her clothes to her once more. Thancred and Minfilia ran over to her quickly as Urianger followed behind them.. “Y’shtola? Are you alright?”

“Yes... Though I cannot imagine how. What happened?” She asked, looking around.  “Thou didst invoke the power of Flow, which thence did usher thy soul unto the Lifestream.” For a moment, there was no sound.  “I wanted to save the antidote, and after that…” she said, beginning to recall the memory, making her laugh. “I did something exceedingly reckless. For which you will just have to forgive me.” She looked back toward Leeja, who gave her a brief nod. Runar ran between them and picked up Y’shtola, surprising her as he span slowly. “Master Matoya! Thank Oh, thank the heavens you're all right! I had nearly given up hope.” “Please, Runar, dry your tears. What would the others think if they saw you like this? Come now ─ did you really think I would go gently into that dark night with so much left undone? So many mysteries left unsolved?” She gave the hrothgar a warm, smile as he put her down. The sound of Emet clearing his throat made them look at him. “Ahem. Is there aught you wish to say to me? A word of thanks , perhaps?” “Emet-Selch, the Ascian of whom I spoke. 'Twas he who plucked thee from the Lifestream.” Y’shtola thanked him. “I see. Thank you. Differences notwithstanding, you saved my life, and for that I am grateful. But let us turn our attention to more important matters, such as the Qitana Ravel. You had better not have explored its depths without me.” She grinned a Leeja who just shook her head. “Well. Almet and the others should be pleased to see you in such uncharacteristically high spirits. Let us return to Fanow, then, and discuss the coming expedition.” Thancred seemed much more relaxed, having Y’shtola back and they all made their way back.

All except for Leeja and Emet-Selch. Leeja watched her friends disappear in the distance and she just folded her arms instead, sighing a little. “What a touching reunion that was. It fair brought a tear to the eye. But as we both know, such tender moments are nothing if not momentary . Before long, they will remember their many differences, and return to squabbling.” Emet spoke. Leeja didn’t answer, just letting him talk instead. “Well, you seem in a particularly dour mood.” “It doesn’t matter.” “Clearly. We mustn't keep your friends waiting. Of you go” he urged. Leeja nodded a little, making her way back to Fanow in silence. 

As she approached everyone, they were already in deep conversation about the next Lightwarden in the Qitana Ravel. “Ah, there you are. When you weren’t behind us, I nearly came looking for you” Thancred looked at her. She responded with a small smile and leaned against one of the posts, listening silently to the conversation. Y’shtola looked at Leeja, wanting to know what happened to the Eulmorans and Leeja pointed toward Thancred.  “Ask them” was all she said. She raised an eyebrow before conversation returned back to talking about the Qitana Ravel and their next move. Leeja remained quiet and just listened.  “Though you see it as but another obstacle to be navigated, the Qitana Ravel is the oldest and most sacred of our temples. The accumulated knowledge of the empire is said to reside within. Knowledge which is rightly yours as allies of Ronka. You are welcome to explore.” Almet smiled. She directed them to the location they need to go and the Scions left, wanting to get the job done.

As they walked, Thancred fell back to walk with Leeja. “Migraine?” She gave him a small, confirming hum. “Nothing helping?” “No. I don’t know why either” she sighed. “I’ll be fine. I’ll just have to try and sleep it off when I get the chance” she mumbled.  “That’s not the only thing on your mind though” he said quietly. “I’m fine. I promise. Just the migraine.” Thancred hooked his pinky finger with hers and looked at her. “We can talk later” she said quietly. He nodded and they separated when they reached the doors. Leeja cast her aether into the door and heard it unlock as it shuddered opened.  “Right then. Shall we?” Y’shtola looked at them as they each nodded and headed inside.

As they ran through the temple, they noticed the engravings and carvings on the walls. Leeja and Y’shtola couldn’t help but look around in awe. In the middle of each chamber, they came across a Dreamer. Leeja tethered herself and Minfilia together and began her standard steps, and joined in the fight, throwing her chakrams and hiding behind the wall as the Dreamer controlled the owls on the walls, making them shoot out beams of light. The Dreamers fell and they moved onto the next chamber - full of Ronkan Idols and Ronkan Vessels. They didn’t put up much of a challenge and fell quickly. 

In the distance, they saw a set of doors and something standing between them and their route out. “What the hells is that?” Leeja murmured as they approached the Lozatl. As usual, Leeja called out points that were dangerous and that every needed to avoid. Once Lozatle fell, they continued on. 

As they ran through a cave, they were greeted by bats, lizards and anything else that called the Ravel home. From bats, to bees to even crocodiles that lived in the water ways. In the next chamber a giant batsquach floated in the middle, but that didn’t draw Leeja’s eye. The paintings on the walls did. “Zodiark… and Hydaelyn? What?” She stopped walking and just stared. She vaguely heard someone saying her name to get her attention. “Uh huh…” was all she responded with. “Leeja, darling, we’re here for the Lightwarden” Thancred blocked her view as she blushed. “Sorry…” Leeja began her technical steps and, once everyone felt the effects, they began the fight all over again. It slammed itself into the ground repeatedly, making pieces of the rock ceiling above them fall to the ground. “Lookout!” Leeja cried out as a rock fell onto her back as she pulled Minfilia out the way. “Are you hurt?” “No, I’m okay” Minfilia said, voice shaky. “Are you?” “I’ll be fine” she grimaced. They were a lot more careful, managing to keep an eye on everything that fell until the Batsquatch was no more.

They followed the flowing water until the found the outside. “Well, I think we’ve found Rak’tika Falls” Leeja looked down and immediately felt nauseous. “Oh, that’s high…” Thancred chuckled.  “Hold on to me and close your eyes. I promise you’re getting down safe.” Leeja grumbled and did as asked. True to his word, Thancred jumped down and despite slipping on a wet rock, neither of them got hurt as the rest of their party jumped down. As they looked around, they noticed the creatures that once dwelled here had become sin eaters. They fough their way through, avoiding having things thrown at them.

When they reached the Lightwarden, the reports were indeed correct. Three heads and ferocious. Steps made, the burst of strength hit and the fight began. Eros didn’t hold back its attacks, lashing out at all of them, breathing in deep enough to drag them all forward and blow them away into the waiting poison pockets. Thankfully, they managed to avoid getting caught in them. With the final blows, Eros fell and Leeja stepped forward to absorb the remaining aether and as it vanished into her body to join what as there, Leeja shuddered and sank to the ground, panting softly. 

Thancred knelt down next to her quickly. “Hey, are you alright?” He sounded worried, and she gave him a small smile. “Just… Just tired… That all it is…” She lied. He didn’t push it, but he frowned at her.  “We should head back, let you get some rest” he murmured, gently scritching between her ears. Behind her, Leeja’s ears caught the sound of Urianger and Y’shtola talking about her condition as Thancred helped her to her feet. “Her condition yet troubleth thee?” “It does. Though she shows no immediate signs of corruption, the danger remains. She must be told.” Y’shtola sighed and walked over to her. “Well fought. Let us return home” she gave her a reassuring smile. 

They walked back through the caves, Emet-Selch telling them all about the murals on the walls and informing them that Zodiark and Hydaelyn were summoned. “The eldest and most powerful...of primals.” He said. It stunned them all into silence. They agreed to leave, to dwell on Emet’s words and really let them sink in. If they were truly primals, did that make all those with the Echo, Leeja included, tempered? Just to be thralls and do Hydaelyn’s will? Leeja shook her head and jogged on to catch up with everyone as they returned to Slitherbough. 

With the night sky returned, the Night’s Blessed threw a feast to celebrate. Whilst the Blessed and the Scions celebrated, Leeja snuck away, sitting herself up on a tree branch to watch over everyone celebrating. It was too loud for her, too much for her to cope with and, by removing herself from the area, it meant she couldn’t be dragged into anything. “And here I thought you’d be celebrating with everyone. Seems I’ve overestimated you, hero.” The dancer sighed and shook her head.” “What do you want, Emet?” “Well now, it seems that gunblade toting fellow you are rather keen on has an impact on your views. There’s no need to snap your teeth at me. I’m simply curious as to why you are brooding in a tree.”  “I’m not in the mood to party. I’m not feeling great and I just needed some alone time. Satisfied?” Leeja didn’t mean to get snippy with him, though in fairness he deserved it. “I’ve got a migraine that’s remained since Il Mheg and nothing I do gets rid of it or dulls it. And…”” “Aaand?” “And I’m certain it’s getting worse with every Light Warden I bring down. So if you–” With a snap of his fingers, her migraine faded. “Better?” She blinked rapidly and sighed happily. “Much. Thank you for that. And I genuinely mean it as well.” She smiled softly at him. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, why would you help me?” “As I’ve mentioned several times now, hero, my only interest is to see what you can do. I’ve no reason to interfere.” Emet sat down next to her. “Though I’ve noticed the mage in black refuses to look at you. Whatever have you done to earn her ire?”

She just shook her head and leaned back on the branch behind her. “Her name is Y’shtola, to start with, and a few things have made her stop looking at me directly, given that she’s using aether to see.” “Such as?” “When she first came to us when we entered the forest, just after you left us, she didn’t recognise me. Then I overheard her speaking with Urianger about the fact that I’m not dispersing th aether and I’m just absorbing it with nowhere to go and after defeating the Light Warden here she just refuses to look at me. I don’t feel welcome and she’s not the friend that left me behind on the Source. I get that three years here make a difference to a person but still…” Emet listened and waited for her to stop. “I take it talking to her has made little difference?” He sounded genuinely concerned, yet Leeja continued to tell him how she was feeling. She found it odd that she could be open around him.  “I’ve tried and she just changes the subject. I’ve hardly said a word since being here because I open my mouth and I constantly fear saying something to either upset Y’shtola or Thancred or both of them. It’s infuriating and I don’t know what to do anymore” she sighed and shook her head. “I suppose I’ll just keep my mouth shut from now on.” “Oh? Does this mean we’ll never hear your lovely voice ever again?” Both of them froze. It was too late for Emet to take it back. Leeja cleared her throat quickly.  “Uh… I-I guess you won’t…” She was quiet with her answer. “A shame. Truly.” He stood. “I’ll leave you to brood. Farewell, hero.” “Thank you for listening, Emet-Selch.” “...You’re welcome, Leeja.” He left through a portal and Leeja went back to watching the celebrations below with a small smile, slightly shocked he used her actual name instead of ‘hero.’

Leeja watched them all quietly. She didn’t want to take part, tiredness and aching all over her body meant she needed to rest, and up in the trees, she could watch everyone enjoying themselves. It made her smile, seeing how happy everyone was to behold the sunless sea. Every time they brought back the night, seeing everyone’s happiness made it worth it for her.  “So, this is were you’re hiding, is it?” She looked up at Thancred, giving him a sleepy smile as he sat down next to her. She immediately shifted to cuddle with him.  “Aye. A lot of noise and my migraine is bad.”  “Oh, my darling. Let’s get you to bed, everyone will understand.” He chuckled as Leeja purred softly, nuzzling under his chin gently. “I can’t carry you down from here, Leeja.” She huffed and climbed down a short distance before jumping the rest of the way. Thancred joined her soon after and they laced their fingers together, heading toward the sleeping quarters that had been organised for them. 

Leeja sat down on the bed and tugged off her boots, her scarf and jacket and slipped off her trousers, leaving her in her underclothes. She crawled into bed, sighing in relief as she no longer had to stand. “Have you got any pain, aside from the migraine?” Thancred asked.  “Just aches. My back is stiff from getting hit by that stone as well.” “Lay on your front, let me see. If it’s bad, I will be getting Urianger to come and take a look.” Leeja groaned as she rolled onto her front, lifting her vest up. Thancred knelt on the bed, looking at the ugly black bruise that had formed.  “I’m getting Urianger. I do not like the look of this.” Leeja turned her head to look at him tiredly. When he left, Leeja began dozing off, falling into some very much needed sleep.

When she woke up the following morning, her back hurt like hell. Thancred was sleeping next to her peacefully and she closed her eyes. What’s a couple more bells for sleep?

[eunchancorner]

Happy Birthday Eun!! Hope you’re having an amazing birthday! 🥳 Sadly I’ve never actually seen Hamilton but I did understand most of the references and I think you did amazing! Maybe for your special day someone (your choice) is getting birthday tickles! A little extra gift to boost their moral or something. Again I hope today has treated you well and that you got to smile a whole bunch😊 -Olive

Oh I HIGHLY recommend watching it, it’s beautiful! I mean, there’s love, loss, heartbreak, freaking WAR, a piece of American history in a musical :> But anyways, this is prob coming out after. I just kinda let my mind run with this one, so let’s see what happens!

Edit: I DID NOT READ THE PROMPT I’M SORRY-

  Ler Izuku, Lee Kaminari

Warning: none

Word count: 680

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“COME HERE, KAMINARI!!” Izuku taunted, his hands curled into claws, him and the electric blonde on opposite sides of the couch, knowing when one would move, the other would move. And Izu was loving every bit of the chase, almost feeling like he was hunting for Kaminari’s laughter.

“Bahack off, Midoriya!!” Kaminari warned, already having a bright, giddy smile on his face and an excited spark in his eyes. He was ready to continue the chase as soon as the other moved, and the thrill was only making his lee mood turn from wanting to be held and tickled until he was so loopy from giggles he forgot how to speak, to wanting to be pinned and tickled mercilessly until he lost his mind laughing and rolling around on the carpet. It was easy to see he loved when his friends got playful.

“Kamiii~”

“Noho!!”

“I’m gonna getcha!” Izuku insisted, moving to go around the couch, but stopped when he saw Denki move too. He smirked, and felt an idea forming. He moved like he was about to go to the right, causing Denki to panic and go to the left, and Izuku went for it. He zipped around the left, catching Kaminari as he nearly barreled into him.

“W-wait, what?! No fair!” Kami protested, excited giggles already spilling from his mouth as he squirmed in the surprisingly strong grip of the small student. He knew what was coming, even before he felt fingers squishing his tummy.

“Nohoho wahait! Nohot my tuhummy!” He kept trying to squirm out of Deku’s grasp, only succeeding in falling onto the floor and being quickly straddled by the greenette. “Dohon’t!”

“Don’t what? What shouldn’t I do, Kami-Kami?” Izuku laid down his verbal trap, smirking as Kami fell for it on purpose.

“Tickle me!!”

“As you wish, my buzzy friend!”

“WaitwaitwaitwaHAHAHAIT!!” he burst into squealing laughter as Deku dug into the sides of his belly, a bit of a fluff spot, but it was all too sensitive. And Izuku knew this.

“Izukuhuhuhu!! Ihit tiHIHIHIhickles!! Stahahahap!!” he squealed out, kicking out behind the greenette.

“Aww, but I don’t want to! You’re so cute like this, no wonder Kacchan’s group loves tickling you so much!” Midoriya cooed, leaning in with a smile bright enough to rival the poor lee’s own.

Kami felt his face heating up, his ears and cheeks a bright red. “Shuhuhut!!”

“Hmmm..” Izuku pretended to think it over before smirking, dipping a finger into Kami’s belly button. “Nah~”

“NAHAHAHOHOHO WAHAHAIT!!”

“Wait? Wait for what?”

“IHIT TIHIHICKLES!! IT’S BAHAHAD! SO BAHAHAD!!” he smacked Deku’s hands.

“Oh, does it? Hmm, well, does this?” Izuku inhaled deeply before blowing a long, vicious raspberry on Denki’s belly. The electric student squealed loudly, his body emitting tiny electric zaps, a few of which hit Izuku’s lips and made him pull away to rub the tingles away.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing this? Ok, then take this!!” He took one of Kami’s own hands and placed it on the blonde’s belly, wincing a bit at the screech that ripped from Denki’s throat.

“EEEEEAAHAHAHA STAHAHA!! AHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!!!” he attempted to plead through his cackles, unable to form any words.

“Does that tickle, Kami? Does it tickle? If it tickles so bad, why don’t you stop?~” Izuku teased, knowing that Kaminari couldn’t control it, and the incredibly ticklish sensations were only causing him to spark more.

“PLEHEHEHEHEEEE!! LEHET GOHOHOHOHOOO!” he managed to get out, tugging at his hand. Izuku noticed his laughter getting frantic and complied, letting go of his hand, watching it fall limply to the ground as Kami kept laughing from the intense phantom sensations in his tummy.

Izuku stood and went to get Kaminari some water, the giggly student curling up on the carpet. He soon returned, pulling the taller student into a hug and giving him the glass of water, which he drank without hesitation.

“You really love tickles, don’t you?” Izuku asked the blonde, who blushed at the question and nodded without a word, clearly embarrassed. “Heh… then I’m gonna have to do that more often."

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Hehe I love them

[falcqns]

innocent

pairing: Chris Evans x costar!reader

summary: you're shy and innocent, and Chris loves it.

warnings: fluff, age gap (reader is in her early 20's) SMUT! slight breeding kink, unprotected sex

a/n:

You don't know what you were you were expecting going into this movie, but you definitely didn't expect cuddling Chris Evans to be a part of it.

You were filming the parlour scene of Knives Out, in which you played Ransom's girlfriend Alexia. You were sat with him on a rather comfy couch, your back pressed to his chest, his legs encasing you. One of your legs was bent underneath you, the other straight out from your body on the couch.

The scene was being reset, when Chris placed his hand on your bent leg, close to the inside of it. "Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear, and you nodded as a shiver ran down your spine. Chris seemed to notice this, because he bent down and whispered in your ear again.

"You okay?" He asked, trying to sound innocent, but the dripping lust in his voice, and the boner poking at your lower back gave him away. You felt your body heat up, and you nodded, a shy smile on your face. Chris groaned, and buried his nose in your hair. He let his face slip slightly so his cheek was resting on the top of your head facing out.

You thought that was the end of it, but all of a sudden, you felt two soft and warm lips press themselves to your temple. You smiled, and a moan slipped from your lips as you leaned back into his touch, getting comfy. You felt him chuckle darkly, and lean down to your ear once more.

"Y'like it when I kiss your pretty little head?" He asked huskily, and you managed to nod as you bit back another moan.

"Hmmm, good. Once we're done this scene we'll go back to my trailer and I'll give you all the kisses you want." He said, his lips nipping at your ear. "Wherever you want." He added, squeezing your thigh.

You groaned internally. You were completely surrounded by Chris and his scent, and you had to wait a good hour or two more before you could do anything about the arousal currently pooling in your panties.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the director, Rian, finally called cut and you were released for the day. Chris wasted no time in grabbing your hand, and pulling you off set, and towards the trailers. You heart whistles and catcalls behind you from the cast and crew, but you ignored them.

Chris pulled you inside the trailer, and wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled, and bent down. He bumped his nose with yours to prompt you to tilt your head back. You complied, and seconds later, his warm lips were on yours.

You sighed into the kiss, and he walked the two of you back towards the couch. Chris sat down, and you were pulled to straddle him. The kiss broke moments later, and his hands gripped your hips.

Chris let his head rest on the back of the couch as he looked up at you. You smiled back at him, and bit your lip, your body heating up again. Chris let out a shaky breath and pulled your lip out from your teeth with his thumb. He rubbed the thumb back and forth on your bottom lip. When he pulled it down slightly, you leaned forward, and took it in your mouth.

You felt as he bucked his hips up at the sight of your lips wrapped around his digit, and you giggled. "So fuckin' innocent." He moaned, and seconds later you were on your feet, your clothes being stripped from your body by his large hands. He worked on your shirt while you pushed your pants and underwear over your hips and down your legs.

Just as Chris was about to pull you back to his lap, you dropped to your knees in front of him. Chris's eyes widened, and swore as he realized what you were doing. He undid his belt and pushed his pants down, bringing his underwear with it, before you could react.

You bit your lip as you stared at him. He was huge. Not that you had a lot to compare it to, you were young and had slept with only a handful of people, but he was by far the biggest. You gulped, and reached out for him.

Chris moaned as your hand wrapped around his rock hard cock. You pumped him a few times, before leaning forward and taking him into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head, and kept your eyes on him.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sight of him. His head was thrown back against the couch. His brow was furrowed, and his bottom lip was trapped in between his teeth. His hands were fidgeting, as if he didn't quite know what to do with them, so you decided to help him out.

You removed your hands from his thighs, and guided his hands to your head. He let out a breathy moan as he pushed your hair up and out of your face, created a makeshift pony tail as his fingers intertwined at the back of your head.

You relaxed your throat, and slowly slid down on him, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. His hips bucked, and you gagged, but that didn't deter either of you. "F-feels so fucking g-good," Chris moaned, and you hummed around his cock, causing him to cry out as the wet heat of your mouth began to move up and down on him.

You wrapped your hand around the part of his cock that your mouth couldn’t reach as your mouth bobbed up and down on him. you pulled off of him slightly and suckled at the tip, looking up at him innocently through your lashes. Chris shouted out a moan, and pulled you off his cock.

you straddled him again, and you both moaned as your naked bodies touched each other for the first time. you watched with a list filled gaze ad Chris gripped his hard cock in his hand and lined it up at your entrance, but not before noticing the look on your face, and he smirked.

“one of these days i’ll let you watch me get myself off,” he said sliding just the tip in. “watch me fall apart to the sight of you fingering that soaking pussy.”

you groaned, and slid down further on him, until he was fully sheathed inside of you. you rested your forehead on his as you adjusted your size, your walls fluttering around him.

you let out a breathy moan as he kissed you, and you started to bounce on him. his hands gripped your hails and his eyes locked on your pussy that was swallowing his cock.

“yeah, take it,” he said. “take my fucking cock like a good girl.”

you arched your back at his pet name, and moved harder on top of him. you leant back the tiniest hit and felt him rubbing right against your g spot, you orgasm quick approaching.

“fuck! g-gonna cum!” you shouted and Chris moved his thumb to your circle at your clit as you cried out.

“such a good fucking girl,” Chris rasped. “made to fuck me baby. gonna fill you up so your full that your fucking dripping.” he moaned, and you were teetering on the edge.

Chris spread his legs slightly and allowed you to fall slightly in between his legs. Chris smirked and thrust his hips up as he spoke. “gonna make a mess baby? show me how beautiful you are when you come? come on baby, give it to me. i wanna see you make a mess on my cock.” he groaned, and you fell over the edge into total euphoria, Chris following with a shout seconds later.

you settled on his chest and looked up at him. “not so innocent, huh?”

[cherryeol04]

Dine and Dash (M)

Pairings: Hyunjin x Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Genre: Smut, Humor

Warnings: Hello all! This is the first smut I’ve written in what feels like decades. Like actual smut and not just scenes alluding to it. Ooof. I feel so rusty, and I don’t think this is very good. But I hope you do enjoy it! 💖

Princess: Are you in class?

Baby boy: Yes~

Baby boy: Why?

Princess: I’m horny

Baby boy: Y/n!!!!

Baby boy: You can’t just text that! 😳

Princess: Why not?

Princess: Not my fault you get worked up so easily

Baby boy: Yes it is your fault! You’re just so pretty.

Princess: How pretty?

Princess: Jinnie...how pretty?

Baby boy: ...So fucking pretty.

Baby boy: You’re so gorgeous, baby. My pretty baby.

Princess: Yes, all yours

Baby boy: Are you touching yourself?

Princess: [sent image]

Baby boy: Holy fuck y/n! I’m in class, baby!

Princess: 🤭 Are you hard Jinnie?

Baby boy: No comment

Princess: Well I have a comment.

Princess: I want your pretty dick inside me

Baby boy: ….Yn please. Don’t do this.

Princess: But I need you~ baby please?

Princess: Please please please. Need you to fill me up

Baby boy: Fuck. But class…

Princess: Fuck class. Fuck me instead

Baby boy: Shit. Yeah okay. I’m running

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Waking up horny hadn’t been the plan, but after a very vivid and steamy dream about your boyfriend, you were left practically helpless as your pussy throbbed and an overwhelming urge to be filled coursed through your veins. There had been some disappointment when you woke up and realized Hyunjin wasn’t eating you out, but that had been quickly made up with the texts you had sent to him. And even though Hyunjin said he was leaving, you weren’t entirely sure if he would. Hyunjin was a very diligent student, on top of being a wonderful boyfriend and missing class just wasn’t a thing.

Yet, 15 minutes after his last text, you found the door to your dorm being opened - Hyunjin practically charging your bed. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched with wide eyes as Hyunjin stumbled over his own feet and fell to the ground. Your question of concern died in your throat as Hyunjin scrambled back up and onto the bed, his plush lips colliding with yours in a near animalistic kiss. Teeth clashed and you were sure your lips were going to be bruised later, but that didn’t stop your moan as one of your hands gripped the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his long black locks to pull him down closer. Your lips parted as Hyunjin’s tongue invaded your mouth, curling and tasting every inch of it like a starved man.

Fuck.

Pulling back from the kiss, you pressed your forehead against his, lips still parted slightly as you panted. Your breaths mingled together as you shared the close space. “Baby.”

“Hmm?”

“Go lock the door.”

Hyunjin sat back so quickly that you barely had time to catch yourself from falling forward. Long limbs practically failed as he climbed out of the bed and raced back to your door, locking it. A giggle fell from your lips as Hyunjin turned and leaned against the door, chest heaving as he stared at you - eyes so dark and intense. A shiver ran down your spine as those beautiful brown eyes ran over your body, taking in every inch of you. “Fucking hell Y/n.” He whispered, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“I’m not even doing anything.” You smirked, licking your lips slowly.

“You don’t have to. You’re always sexy.” The compliment rolled so easily off his tongue and it left you feeling so god damn breathless because Hyunjin said it with such sincerity in his voice. There was never a moment that you didn’t feel loved and special to him.

“Come here.” You beckoned. Hyunjin pushed off the door and crossed the space once more, crawling back onto the bed and into his previous position of hovering over you. Your heart swelled as butterflies fluttered in your stomach - caught off guard by how breathtakingly beautiful he was. The realization of just how much you loved him struck you and you couldn’t help but to vocalize those feelings. “God I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replied, a smile dancing across his beautifully tempting plush lips. “Can I show you?” He asked.

You smirked, nodding slowly. “You better. That was the whole reason why I texted you.” You snickered as Hyunjin rolled his eyes. He pressed gently against your shoulder and you fell back on the bed. Leaning down, Hyunjin’s lips brushed against yours in a ghost of a touch, leaving you whining out for a proper kiss.

“Speaking of texting, I should really punish you for that. Distracting me in class. Sending such a naughty picture on top of it,” he tsked. “You’re such a bad girl, Y/n.”

The thought of a punishment made you throb and you bit your lower lip to keep in the embarrassing moan that wanted to escape. It was tempting to let Hyunjin drag this all out. But you both knew you couldn’t take your time like you really wanted; a college dorm wasn’t the best place to have sex. “P-Please.” You choked out and he raised a brow at that. “No punishment. Just need you.”

“You need me?” There was a playful lilt in his voice, mirth dancing in his eyes as he dragged his hands up your thighs teasingly. “What do you need me to do? Hmmm?”

You hated how he teased you and how responsive your body was to it, thighs parting wider to make more room for him, which he gladly fell into. His fingers danced across your thighs, making them tremble as they moved higher. You couldn’t part your legs any wider than they already were - trying to entice Hyunjin to touch you where you so desperately wanted him too. Lifting your hips, you rolled them, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as fingers finally ghosted over your throbbing core. But it just wasn’t enough.

“Hyunjin,” You sobbed, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. You weren’t above begging and in fact you had a plea for more on the tip of your tongue, but it seemed Hyunjin was going to take pity on you and stop his teasing as his fingers skimmed back down and stroked your panty clad folds. “Oh, fuck yes,” you sighed deeply, muscles tensing before relaxing as your hips gave little thrusts for more friction.

“So wet, Y/n,” Hyunjin hummed as his fingers moved over the embarrassingly large wet spot on your panties. “Must have woken up horny. Is that it baby? Did you wake up all needy for my dick?” He asked. “Is that why you texted?”

You nodded your head quickly, lower lip once more trapped between your teeth for a brief moment before releasing it. “Yes. Had a dream you were eating me out.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Was really bummed when I woke up and found out it was a dream.” You muttered, eyelids fluttering closed as Hyunjin pulled the material to the side and slid two fingers between your slick folds, lightly grazing over your clit and making your body jolt at the sudden spike of pleasure.

“My poor baby.” He cooed, pulling his fingers away. You whined out, displeased at the loss of his touch and opened your eyes, watching as Hyunjin examined his wet fingers. Spreading them, you both marveled at the sticky strings connecting the two digits, Hyunjin’s giggle the only noise in the room. “Fuck Y/n, I still can’t get over how wet you get.” Grinning, Hyunjin brought his fingers up and slipped them between his plush lips, sucking them clean slowly with soft moans. You watched awe as Hyunjin cleaned his fingers like it was the best tasting treat he has ever experienced. And if you asked him, he probably would have said it was. There was something about tasting you that Hyunjin just couldn’t get enough of.

“So delicious.” He breathed out as he let his fingers fall from his lips. His tongue came out to swipe over them, catching any of your juices that he might have missed - eyes lidded as he looked you over with dark, hungry eyes. He looked ready to eat you alive and you were more than willing to offer yourself up on a silver platter to him. “Want more.” There was something primal and almost animalistic in those two words that has you shuddering down to your core. You wanted him to have more, so badly. With shaky hands you reached down, thumbs hooking under the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor.

Bare from the waist down, you did your best to stop from blushing under Hyunjin’s heated gaze. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had been intimate and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last, but you highly doubted you would ever get over how shy and slightly insecure you felt in front of him like this - how vulnerable you were. There were no words exchanged between you, the silence deafening, yet Hyunjin’s movements were quick and exact. Laying down in front of you, his large hands gripped your thighs tightly and you hoped they would leave bruises later as you struggled to close your legs and hide yourself from him.

“Stop.” The command made you gasp, heart stuttering as a warm knot of arousal coiled in your abdomen. Your muscles relaxed, thighs falling open and you flushed at the appreciative hum that Hyunjin let out. “Good girl.” Running his hands up your quivering thighs, his fingers graced over your folds, parting them and exposing your clit to the cool air of the room. It twitched and you moaned, shifting under him.

“Hyunjin.” You whined. He laughed lightly, shifting closer to your throbbing pussy, and you were sure he was just teasing you now. Knowing how badly you wanted his touch, he was just dangling it out on a string for you and you wanted so badly to just say “fuck it” and finish yourself off. But it wouldn’t be the same, nor feel as good, so you refrained and waited.

After blowing a few times against your core, Hyunjin finally moved in, tongue swiping delicately over your clit. You jerked, mouth falling open as a heady moan is ripped from you - body nearly convulsing at the sudden pleasure rippling through you. Snickering, Hyunjin repeated his action, going slower this time, tongue dragging over the hard nub. You whimpered, thighs trying to close once more, but Hyunjin’s hands kept them from doing so. Hyunjin’s tongue became insistent as he began to pick up the pace.

“Oh fuck, Hyunjin.” You gasped out, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his long locks. He laughed and you whimpered, the vibrations making you squirm under his ministrations. “Please, please, please.” You begged, nerves frayed from being so worked up for so long. Hyunjin hummed, pressed closer and you couldn’t hold back the moan ripped from your throat as he started sucking. It was sudden and intense and you couldn’t control how badly your thighs shook as your fingers tightened and tugged at his hair. Which was a mistake. Hyunjin groaned so deeply that you could feel it ripple deep through your core. Whining, you lifted your hips, rolling them to press your pussy as close as it could be against his mouth.

“Holy fuck.” You gasped, chest heaving as you tried to keep up with all the sensations you were feeling. Hyunjin alternated between circling your clit, lapping at it and sucking on it - occasionally slipping his tongue into your wet hole, groaning at the way you clenched around it. Heat coiled in your gut, growing hotter and tighter the more Hyunjin ate you out. He acted like a starved man, eating his first meal in weeks. His hands left your thighs and they closed instantly around his head, locking him in his place. It didn’t seem to bother him, however, as his hands found purchase on your hips and in a feat of great strength, he pushed himself up into a sitting position - your hips completely off the bed, held up only by his large hands and flexing arms. It was such a hot sight to see, a cry leaving you as you bucked against his mouth for more. “So good.”

Your moans only seemed to spur him on more and you didn’t think Hyunjin could eat you out any better than he already was, but his tongue twisted in a way you hadn’t felt before and after two more repeated swipes, your orgasm crashed through you. ”Hyunjin!” It was intense and unexpected and you curled in on yourself as you clutched and pulled at Hyunjin’s hair as you rode it out. “Oh baby, holy shit.” Falling back on the bed, you whined as Hyunjin continued to lick over your pussy, growing sensitive in the afterglow of your orgasm. You gave a few tugs to his hair and finally released you, carefully lowering you back down on the bed.

Groaning, you laid there - blissed out - and watched as he awkwardly tried to sit down on the bed. Raising a brow, you cocked your head slightly. “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing!” He answered a bit too quickly and you were 100% sure that it was a bold face lie. “Um, I’d hate to eat and run but…” he trailed off and squirmed and slowly the pieces started to come together.

“Baby boy, did you make a mess in your pants?” You cooed, a smirk playing on your lips. Hyunjin whined and bit his bottom lip, giving a shy nod. “Aw baby, you’re so cute.” You laughed. Hyunjin gently slapped your leg and stared at you nervously.

“Is it okay if I go? I don’t want to be in these for long and I have another class.” You weren’t very pleased with the idea of Hyunjin just leaving like that, but you were the one who enticed him into missing half of his class, so it was only fair you let him go.

“Alright fine. But I demand cuddles later.” You pouted. He smiled and nodded, leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Of course baby. I’ll see you later.” He carefully stood up, adjusted his pants with a grimace and you laughed gleefully at his displeasure. Hyunjin was entertaining when it came to facial expressions and this was no different. “Meanie.” He whined.

“I love you too.” Blowing a kiss, you waved as he made a hasty exit from your dorm room and you prayed he at least made it back to his own dorm without anyone seeing him. As funny as it was, it wouldn’t be so funny if someone actually saw your boyfriend with a wet spot on his pants. Laying back in bed, you let your eyes close to catch a nap, head filled images of you cuddling with Hyunjin later and you absolutely couldn’t wait.

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An Ever Fixed Mark (Part 3)

 Part 1 Part 2 (here) Part 4 Part 5 Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,

Read it on Ao3 HERE

It’s back! The boys get hitched, and Geralt gets nervous. 

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Three days.

Three entire, fucking awful days until the wedding.

Geralt had paced in their quarters, he had paced in the halls, he had paced in the courtyard (after getting lost and pacing until a footman found him). He had taken Roach out for a ride and paced her.

It wasn’t just cold feet, pre wedding jitters, or the usual sort.

He was afraid for Jaskier, afraid for himself, and afraid of letting down witchers. If Jaskier became unhappy in their marriage the contract was void. Jaskier didn’t seem happy in Lettenhove but it was comfortable and he had plenty to eat and a warm place to sleep. Nice clothes. Like minded, well educated people. The list just kept getting longer.

Geralt had to keep him happy.

More than that, he’d have to keep him safe. The path was dangerous, no place for an Earl’s son who’d only known luxury. He understood Jaskier had been at Oxenfurt, so he must know something of the world, but only of the academic world. He’d studied literature and music, what good was that for a witcher’s companion?

He liked Jaskier. It would be hard not to. But would he like him on the Path, as a constant companion? Another person to look after, another mouth to feed? He liked Jaskier, but he also barely knew him. He knew he was young, thankfully unafraid of witchers, but could he fight? Would he do as he was told? 

And Geralt would be around him all the time. 

Geralt didn’t like being around anyone All. The. Time.

He needed space even at Kaer Morhen, sometimes disappearing into his room all day, or if the weather allowed just taking Roach into the forest for a day.

Eskel was beating the stiffness from Geralt’s muscles again, the evening of the day before the wedding, and said quietly, in between vertebrae numbing digs,

“You ever think all that worrying will be a self fulfilling prophesy?”

“Hmmm...OW Eskel the fuck!”

“Listen, first of all I didn’t even do it that hard. Geralt, you’re my brother, and I know you better than anyone. You get all trapped in your head, and you worry, ‘cause you don’t understand people. You think you’re different.”

“I am different.”

“Don’t interrupt me,” Eskel said, popping Geralt’s back with well placed pressure. “You’re different, okay. I don’t know what all they did to you with that extra trial. I don’t think Vesemir knows, really, no one does. But I remember you before, alright? You were like this before. It isn’t a bad thing, some people just don’t always get other people. Jaskier does though. Allow him to understand you, don’t try and understand him all at once.”

Eskel finished the massage with a truly bone-wrenching press. “I think you could be really good for each other, just don’t...don’t go and mess it up just because you think you shouldn’t have something good.”

“Hmmm.”

Geralt woke up on his wedding day feeling hungover, except he hadn’t been drunk last night. 

Eskel didn’t look well rested either, although he had a sort of stupid grin on his face. Mabel had been by a few times in the past days, and Eskel at least was having the time of his life. 

Judging by the scratch marks she’d left all down his back, she’d been having the time of hers as well. 

Geralt sunk into the bath, which had been tepid by the time the tub had been lugged up the stairs and servants had filled it with water. Igni took care of that, and Geralt sat and steamed behind a little standing wooden panel that the servants had also brought. 

The little modesty panel room divider had been a source of some amusement for the witchers. Body shyness was bred out of witchers before it had time to form. Lambert did comment, however, that it would be nice not to have to watch Geralt sit and cook in the bath like a boiling potato.

Rosewater had been put in the bath, not much, and it wasn’t a strong scent, but to witcher senses it was heady. 

Geralt scrubbed his hair. Then Vesemir scoffed and told him he was too gentle. Vesemir practically beat his scalp into submission.

Geralt had a gold doublet and he felt like a ponce. Lambert insisted that he couldn’t wear black to a wedding, and certainly not his own. Geralt wanted to protest, but he couldn’t, not really. None of the wolves were wearing black, and if the occasion had pried black from Vesemir, then it really was time for colors.

Lambert was in a mahogany brown-red, and looked almost dashing, if a little rougish. Eskel was in dark green, he looked good, too. If Maybel was serving at the wedding there would almost certainly be some appreciative remarks. Vesemir was wearing brown. If he couldn’t wear black, Geralt supposed a neutral color was the next best thing. 

It was still inexplicably a party brown. There was some quilting on the sleeves of the doublet done in a coppery thread and, all in all, Vesemir looked as festive as Geralt had ever seen him.

Geralt didn’t look festive, he looked like Midas had touched him, then, when apparently that wasn’t enough, covered him in glitter and embroidery. The wedding was to take place outside, and Geralt wondered if he wouldn’t blind people. Still, looking at the School of the Wolf, he thought he at least had a rather handsome entourage. 

His face was scrubbed and, short of the miraculous disappearance of a couple scars, he was as handsome as he could get. Lambert had pulled his hair back with a couple braids. Also, in Geralt’s opinion, poncy, but he’d seen a few of the other nobles in a similar style so perhaps he’d best leave it to fashion and not put up a fuss. 

They were lead by a footman, more a foot boy, with a face full of freckles and unfortunate ears, to a garden. It was probably a bower but Geralt didn’t know about horticulture. Trees had been planted and then twisted by someone dreadfully patient into a sort of cathedral of arching limbs. Spring meant flowers, and they were everywhere. The trees were the flowering sort, almond trees with fragrant blossoms. Delicate petals had fallen to the ground in a sort of pale carpet. Every time a breeze blew a few more drifted to the ground like spring snowflakes. Smaller, brighter flowers abounded near the edges of the manmade clearing. Their perfume was giving Geralt a headache, but he couldn’t blame the knee-knocking terror on them. 

Little stone benches had been arranged in rows, but were empty as of yet.  Vesemir sat in the position traditionally meant for the father of the groom. Eskel was best man, with Lambert beside him as the other groomsman. 

And they waited in silence, blossoms falling around them as Geralt’s knees turned progressively into liquid.

He felt sick.

He might throw up.

The image of stuffing his head into one of the bushes of pink and yellow roses and puking lurked threateningly in his head.

Lambert smirked at him unsympathetically. 

Ladies swept in, dusting petals from benches and hanging little baskets of flowers off the back of the benches. Geralt absently wondered what for, all the while fighting his roiling stomach.

He’d been too nervous to eat this morning, and now he was worried it would growl during the service, but if he ate now he’d vomit for sure.

His flower question was answered when a broomstick-thin lass came up to him with a basket in hand and nervously proffered a little twist of flowers. He took it, baffled. One of the funny pink and yellow roses, something purple, a bit of greenery, and a couple almond blossoms. He glanced at Vesemir, questioningly, who pointedly stuck the flowers in a decorative slit in his doublet. 

Next to him, another girl nudged the skinny, nervous one out of the way. He recognized Mabel. She gave him a cheerful grin.

“Switched places with Leeann for the day,” she whispered to Eskel. One of her hands slid slowly up his chest, wrapped in green silk. “And I’m so glad I did.” She stuck the boutonniere into the collar, his doublet lacking anywhere else, and sent him a wink that, in more conservative countries, got women jailed.

Past Eskel, the nervous girl was holding flowers out to Lambert. They shivered in her grip. Instead of the vicious grin Geralt expected, Lambert gave her a polite smile and an attempt at a courtly bow. She scuttled off and he tucked the flowers into a small pocket on his doublet, looking at his brothers and shrugging.

Geralt looked at the twist of flowers in his hand. They seemed very easily bruised and broken in his fingers. He didn’t have anywhere to tuck them. 

Eskel came to the rescue.

“There’s a little slit here somewhere,” he said, poking at the embroidery on Geralt’s chest. He found it. “Ah, here we go, just stick those in there.” Geralt did. “You almost look presentable.” Eskel said, not totally unkindly. 

Then he must have seen the raw terror in Geralt’s eyes. 

“It’ll be fine, brother,” Eskel said, clapping him on the shoulder. “You look good.”

Eskel stepped back into place, sending a wink towards Mabel, lined up near the back with the other housemaids. 

Guests slowly filtered in. 

There were more jewels and crystals about the throats and in the hair of the ladies than Geralt had ever seen before. Geralt felt a little better about his golden doublet, because there wasn’t an outfit on the benches that didn’t glitter. 

Then a couple minstrels struck up a sweet, simple tune, and two little children entered. A girl in an almond blossom crown was scattering pink petals on the already well-petaled floor. She was so sweetly serious about her duty, solemnly distributing the petals, that coos and chuckles filtered through the crowd. The little boy was holding a cushion with wedding bands. 

Geralt cursed mentally and began to panic. He’d left Jaskier’s mother’s ring in their rooms. It was too late to get it. He felt even more sick. Vesemir gave him a worried look and Geralt took a deep breath. They could always swap the ring out later.

A young woman in a pale blue dress entered, holding a small bouquet of the white almond blossoms. She was followed by another young woman, in the same dress and a very similar bouquet. Bridesmaids, Geralt supposed. One of them reached down and took the hand of the little flower girl. The ring bearer, slightly older, stood without a hand, but fidgeted. Geralt could sympathize.

The music changed.

A slow processional began and a hush fell on the crowd.

 The Earl stepped forward, Jaskier on his arm. The earl wore grey, like a dove, but Jaskier.

Jaskier.

Well.

Wow.

He wore pearly white, with a crown of almond blossoms and roses, and every inch of his doublet was covered in tiny, delicate seed pearls. In this beautiful bower, with delicate flowers all around, he looked like the spirit of this place. Like a dryad made of almond blossoms and sunlight. 

He was beautiful. Truly breathtaking.

He wore no boutonniere, and his hands were free of bouquets. Geralt’s stomach chose this exact moment to remind him that he really, really wanted to throw up right now. His head pounded and his knees felt weak.

He vaguely registered the slow procession being brought up at the rear by a priest in white. Next to Jaskier, the white looked dull and lifeless as the priest took his place.

“Who gives this man,” the priest croaked.

“I do,” the earl said, linking Jaskier’s hand with Geralt’s and sitting in the mirror of Vesemir’s position. 

Geralt looked at that hand, so delicate in his giant paw. He thought of the flowers tucked into his doublet, so easily crushed. 

The priest was saying something about eternity, but Geralt’s blood was rushing in his ears. Jaskier was looking at him too, but Geralt’s gaze was locked on their hands. 

Vows were said, and Geralt was lucky they were short. 

“From this cup we shall drink,” Geralt repeated, taking a sip of wine from a goblet that appeared out of nowhere and handing it to Jaskier. 

“And we shall share this wine as we share our lives,” Jaskier said, taking a sip.

“All the days of our lives,” the priest said, taking the goblet.

“All the days of our lives,” Geralt and Jaskier said in unison. Their eyes met for the first time, and Geralt’s stomach protested. 

“Have you the rings” intoned the priest. The little ringbearer stepped up. Jaskier took a wedding band and thanked the boy with a smile. Eskel nudged Geralt and palmed a ring into his hand, Jaskier’s mother’s ring. 

The ringbearer took this well in his stride and went back to his place. 

Jaskier smiled up at Geralt, then carefully slipped the little golden band onto Geralt’s finger. Geralt gulped, Jaskier’s smile slipped a little, looking concerned, and Geralt wondered what he’d seen in his face. 

His big fingers fumbled a little with the delicate ring, but he slid it into place on Jaskier’s finger. It fit as exactly as it had in the little study, which seemed very long ago now.

“You may kiss the groom,” said the priest. 

It felt like a badger was gnawing Geralt’s intestines. He slid his hands hesitantly around Jaskier’s waist. The young man’s arms wrapped around his neck. It would have been nice if Geralt wasn’t so nauseous. 

Geralt gave Jaskier a peck. 

He pulled back and caught Jaskier’s disappointed look, but then they were being ushered back down the aisle and into the hall and there were congratulations. Bells were ringing, people were throwing rice, Geralt’s head was pounding like his brain was about to leak from his ears. 

Out on the steps of the chateau they were handed plates, most of the wedding party were, and they smashed them on the ground, to the misery of Geralt’s poor head. 

Jaskier seemed to be having a wonderful time, laughing as the porcelain smashed and shining even brighter in the bright sunlight on the steps. Geralt longed for the dimmer lighting of the glade. Jaskier kept looking over at Geralt, and the laughter in his eyes kept dimming. 

It made Geralt’s ribs ache to see. He knew he must be scowling, but the thought that Jaskier’s day was being ruined by him was awful. He wasn’t an ideal husband but surely he wasn’t that bad. It definitely didn’t bode well.

The tide of people bore them into the great hall, and they were sat at the front table with the earl and Amaria. Vesemir and Geralt’s brothers were at another table and Geralt felt very alone. 

“Is everything alright?” Jaskier asked, leaning in close to whisper in Geralt’s ear.

“Headache,” Geralt grunted. 

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier said, rubbing his thumb over Geralt’s wrist. On his finger, the opal caught the light. The young man’s shoulders slumped a little. “I’m sorry too that you’ve been roped into all this,” he released Geralt’s wrist. “I know this isn’t your choice.”

It wasn’t Geralt’s choice of course. But if he was getting married, Jaskier didn’t seem like a bad husband. There was something in Jaskier’s eyes, though, a sort of wistful distance. It occurred to Geralt that Jaskier was in this arranged marriage too. This wasn’t his choice. From what he’d said before, the viscount had probably grown up believing he’d be able to marry for love, or at least someone he liked and was of suitable social status.

Geralt wondered if the young man wasn’t looking around at his own wedding, wishing love were the base of it after all. True love, a smile during the procession, giggles during the ceremony and little jokes and kisses during the reception, instead of a witcher with a headache. 

Geralt realised that he didn’t know if Jaskier liked men at all. Perhaps he was looking around wishing some pretty noble lady was wearing white instead of he. 

Clanging started up as first one, then many people tapped spoons to glasses. 

“They want us to kiss,” Geralt said numbly.

“Yes,” Jaskier said, turning towards Geralt and leaning in. At least he didn’t seem to horribly mind kissing men. Geralt rested a hand, the one towards the audience, on Jaskier’s face, hiding the view of their lips. Then he leaned in and kissed the air less than a centimeter from Jaskier’s mouth. 

It satisfied the crowd, but Jaskier looked unhappy as he pulled back. Had he minded the play acting? Did he just want Geralt to let them ring the glasses indefinitely? Had Geralt crossed a line, even pretending to kiss him? Jaskier stared at his lap.

Geralt stared at his own.

They both picked at dinner. Sounds swirled in Geralt’s ears.

“Geralt.”

He wouldn’t have heard it but for his enhanced hearing. To anyone else it was just another murmur of conversation, the susurrus of the ballroom. Geralt looked up, to meet eyes with Eskel. 

“Geralt,” Eskel said. “Don’t mess it up, you deserve nice things.”

Geralt nodded, and Eskel broke their locked gazes. 

Some of the headache had subsided by now, and it was too late to be nervous. He took a big swig of the wine. 

Jaskier may not have wanted to marry him, may be dreaming of a different wedding day, but Geralt could still make it memorable. He took another swig of the wine and wished it were stronger.

Dancing hadn’t been planned, but there was music and a clear space between tables. Geralt stood and took Jaskier’s hand, giving him an only slightly wan smile.

Jaskier looked baffled, but followed Geralt to the impromptu dancefloor. The minstrels picked up on what was going on, and a rather cheerful waltz was struck up. 

Geralt wasn’t much of a dancer, but he’d been taught the basics long ago, and Jaskier was an excellent partner. His skill made up for Geralt’s more clumsy footwork. Geralt slid his hands to Jaskier’s hips, keeping his grip firmly appropriate, then lifted Jaskier into a twirl he’d seen once before at a ball he’d been forced to attend.

In that case, the lady’s skirt had swirled and swished most attractively. Here, Jaskier’s slightly wilted flower crown came off, but Jaskier was laughing, head back, the sound like sunshine. The crowed oohed appreciatively at the display and Geralt guided his new husband down to the ground again.

Jaskier’s fancy footwork saved them from stumbling into one another but Geralt wasn’t paying attention. He’d saved Jaskier’s wedding day, or at least he hoped, this portion of it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw motion, Lambert flinging the recovered flower crown to Geralt. He snatched it from the air and placed it firmly back on Jaskier’s head, to applause. 

More couples joined the dancefloor, and soon it was pretty crowded. Jaskier led them back to the head table, giggling a little. 

The earl wasn’t dancing, and Amaria looked wistful, or perhaps just distant, it was so hard to tell with her.

“Look,” Jaskier whispered, pointing surreptitiously at a couple. It was Eskel. Geralt half expected him to be dancing with Mabel, but she was busily serving tables.

Besides, Geralt reflected. Theirs wasn’t a romance, per say, more simple physical appreciation.

No, Eskel had the little flower girl standing on his boots, and was happily spinning them about the dancefloor. He took great, hopping steps that bounced her about, holding her hands gently to keep her grounded. Geralt listened carefully and, in the din of the hall, picked out her delighted, pealing laughter. 

Lambert liked dancing, and Geralt carefully pointed him out to Jaskier, as he showed the shy, thin housemaid how to do one of the fancier spins. 

Jaskier seemed to delight in the people watching, and they chuckled together at a couple, a very large, glamorously dressed woman with her small, slim beau. She whirled him about, sometimes holding him entirely off the ground. 

“He doesn’t seem to mind,” Jaskier said.

Geralt looked at the man’s expression as he was crushed against a frankly enormous bosom. It looked blissful. “No, he certainly doesn’t.”

Vesemir approached their table.

“My congratulations,” he said to Jaskier. He gave a handshake and then pulled the lad into a warm hug. “Welcome to the family,” he whispered. 

“A fine party,” he then said, to the earl and Lady Amaria. “If you do not care for dancing,” this was adressed to the earl. “Would the lady perhaps wish to join me for a dance?”

“By all means,” said the earl, waving Vesemir away. Lady Amaria smiled absently and limply took Vesemir’s hand. 

Geralt knew trading dances was usual, but he was curious to see his mentor dancing. As he watched the couple, he saw Vesemir conversing with her ladyship, whispering into her ear. Even Geralt’s advanced hearing couldn’t catch the words.

After the dance Vesemir returned Amaria to her seat. Perhaps it was a fluke, but she looked more alert. Then the earl tapped his knife to his crystal goblet. 

It had the same effect as a drop of ink falling into clear water.

Silence spread through the hall, twisting between couples and curling around tables until everything was still.

The earl stood. 

Like his son he was a fairly tall man, and in the grey, with his steely eyes and sharp demenour he didn’t just command attention, he demanded it. He got it, too, as men rich enough to have dungeons in their basements tend to.

“I wish to make a toast to my son,” he gave a smile like a stiletto. “And his new husband.

“Before, witchers have been seen as wicked mutants, monsters,” a tiny pause, like the glint of a crossbow bolt. “Butchers.” 

Unease was in the hall, and there was something in the earl’s voice, he was a truly charismatic speaker. And a dick. 

“Long has it been known how they viciously kill, dismember, and pillage.”

“No,” Jaskier whispered under his breath. The words had really set the cat among the pigeons. A few short sentences reminded the crowd of their distrust. The flower girl, still standing next to Eskel, was ushered away from him. Lamberts dance partner was edging away.

“Of course, not anymore,” the earl continued, snakelike. “And it behooves us to make a contract, that so long as they act appropriately, they are to be treated as other migrant workers.”

Damn, Geralt thought. Migrant workers weren’t treated that well, and after this speech...well. 

“It brings me great joy to marry off my only son,” the earl gripped Jaskier’s collar and hauled him to a standing position. “Although many of you know, he is more of a daughter,” here the earl gave an unpleasant chuckle. “And a troublesome one at that, not much of a warrior, too headstrong for knighthood...but today he sacrifices for his people.”

The earl’s voice swelled, an impressive, ringing oration, like a good preacher ringing home the moral point. “He sacrifices much, and it is sad, I am, that I may never see my son again, to submit him to the ravages of a witcher,” a vicious breath, “’s lifestyle.”

Lambert looked murderous, Eskel betrayed. Vesemir’s face was entirely impassive. Granite. Unreadable.

“But we each make sacrifices for the greater good, and I place my faith in our people, as I have always done. My, admittedly troublesome, shameless son has become part of a new...family.” Family was said like it poisoned the tongue. “And my people become my children. I work for your benefit, my beloved subjects, and today, so does my son, Julian. Three cheers for the new couple!”

Three very hesitant cheers were given, then Geralt and Jaskier were very nearly pushed into a room.

“What the fuck?”

“Evil, stupid, bastard,” Jaskier cursed at the same time. 

Jaskier looked furious, but there were tears in his eyes.

“Jaskier,” Geralt said, crossing to the young man and guiding him to sit on the huge, lavish bed. Their marriage bed, Geralt supposed. “Jaskier I don’t understand, what was all that.”

“He couldn’t resist humiliating me, his last chance, I suppose,” Jaskier said, pulling off his boots. “But it’s worse what he did to you lot.”

A tap at the door. Geralt opened it hesitantly, but it was the wolves, and there was fire in Vesemir’s eyes.

“I didn’t know,” Jaskier said, looking up at Vesemir pleadingly. “I swear I didn’t know what he would do.”

“I understand lad,” Vesemir said, but the fire in his eyes didn’t bank. At least it wasn’t directed at Jaskier, who looked positively wilted.

“I don’t,” Geralt said. “He said, some awful stuff, he referenced Blaviken, I get that, but what does it mean.” 

“The common people don’t know the specifics of out contract,” Jaskier said. “Most of them can’t read, and they’ll never see the document in any case. He implied that you’re going to...well, that ravaging bit, he implied that there is a consumation requirement, and the rumors about witchers...”

“Ah,” Geralt said. The rumors about witchers were never kind, what they said about their sexual interests he didn’t know, nor cared to find out, but they wouldn’t be kind. 

“I’m rather well liked by our people,” Jaskier continued, tearfully. “Father’s convinced most of them that I’m simple, but I make a point to be kind and a kind reputation goes around. They’ll hate and fear witchers even more.” He began to cry in earnest, not loudly, but hot, angry tears rolled steadily down flushed cheeks.

“Worse, now,” he said, looking up at the witchers. “He’s some sort of martyr, sacrificing his son to keep the horrible witchers at bay.”

“That’s not even what he said!” Lambert exploded. He’d been fuming this whole time, but his temper was short and he was done.

‘No,” Eskel said. “But that’s what rumor will make of it. He’s going to be seen as some sort of a self-sacrificing hero.”

“He’ll probably use it to raise taxes,” Jaskier said, damply. “And I doubt witcher treatment will get better either.”

“But then, is the contract void?” Geralt asked. 

“Not officially,” Vesemir grumbled. “Improved conditions hold de jure, but not de facto.”

Jaskier shivered. “If the contract is voided everything will only get worse.” The witchers looked at him. “Whatever reason the contract becomes void, Father will say I was mistreated. That’d be enough to convince most of the country to go to war with witchers, all witchers.”

“It wouldn’t take much,” Vesemir mused.

“And I’d be a ruined woman, except that I’m a man.”

“What?” said the witchers.

“I’d have been married,” Jaskier explained, fiddling with the ring. “And no matter the situation, in Lettenhove the woman is almost always blamed for the failure of the marriage. There is no woman in our marriage, but I take on that role, If I’m mistreated, I should have better pleased my husband.”

“That’s idiotic,” Lambert said.

“I’d never be married off again either,” Jaskier continued. “Not only was I ruined, I was ruined by a witcher.”

A deep, heady pause.

“I could probably even be put to death, for failing the contract and shaming my father.”

‘But your people like you,” Geralt said. 

“They won’t if I’m the reason we go to war with the witchers,” Jaskier said. Then, a little more brightly, “At least whatever happens, I wont be an earl. My father may be a rat bastard and a small minded pig and a...” he paused searching for more insults.

“A cunt?” offered Lambert. 

“Yes, thank you, a cunt. But he’s right about one thing, I’d be a very poor earl. No head for politics, I can understand it, I just can’t do it.” He looked up at the witchers apologetically. 

“And now because of me,” he said, “You’ve all been dropped right in it.”

“No worries, lad,” Vesmir said, clapping him on the shoulder in a gesture that made Jaskier’s spine visibly buckle. “We’ve been dropped in it before. As it happens, I may have caused some political trouble for your father all by myself, and it might even be better if we leave a little earlier than planned.”

All the boys looked baffled, but Vesemir looked satisfied.

“Can we leave tomorrow?” Jaskier asked hopefully. “I don’t have much stuff and I want to get out of here.”

The witchers agreed, and then Jaskier and Geralt were left alone with just one bed.

Geralt coughed awkwardly.

“I thought there wasn’t a consummation requirement,” he said.

“There isn’t,” Jaskier said, taking off his flower crown, now quite battered. “There isn’t explicitly, I mean, but there is a hidden fidelity agreement.”

“Hmmm,” Geralt said. He meant a panicky, ‘what!’, but couldn’t say it.

“We both need to be happy in our marriage, if word get’s back to father that either of us is sleeping with someone else, well...”

Shit. Geralt thought. Shit shit shit.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he said aloud. 

There were no extra clothes in the chamber, meaning no sleep clothes, so they both undressed to undershirts and smallclothes, then Jaskier snuffed out the candle.

On either side of the large bed, there was plenty of room between them. 

Geralt heard a sniffle. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, feeling awkward.

“I’m fine,” Jaskier said. “It’s silly anyway.”

“Can’t be silly if you’re crying over it.”

“It’s just, this isn’t exactly...” Jaskier trailed off, but Geralt thought he had it.

“Isn’t how you pictured your wedding day?” he asked.

“Exactly,” Jaskier sniffled.

Geralt didn’t know what to do, but he stretched an arm out, above the soft covers, and covered Jaskier with an arm. The young man turned over, so they were facing one another, and inched a little closer.

It wasn’t an embrace, not nearly, but it had a whisper of the same emotion.

Geralt listened to his new husband silently cry himself to sleep on their wedding night, and wished there was some way he could help.

A part of him, long suppressed, was crying too, for the bright and cheerful young man in his arms.

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Wow  5000 words that I basically had to thumbscrew from my brain. 

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Nightmare

BakuDeku w/ Lee! Deku & Ler! Bakugou

Summary: Bakugou has a dream where Deku was better than him, and he takes his anger out on real Deku.

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It was an early Saturday morning, most of Class 1A still in bed, still tired of yesterdays training, all except two of them.

Bakugou and Midoriya were outside sparring. Why? Well…

It was 430AM, Bakugou looked at the clock. He woke up because he was having a nightmare. Or what he thought was a nightmare anyway. He dreamt that Deku was the number one hero and he was falling behind. And what made it even worse is that dream Deku kept calling Bakugou an angry pomeranian!

“That nerd.” He mumbled to himself, sitting up, replaying the dream over and over in his head, getting angrier and angrier. “He thinks he can beat me? Tch.” He clicked his tongue. “I will be the number one hero. I will be the one who surpasses All Might.” Bakugou, fueled with rage, gets up and changes from his sleeping clothes to his training clothes.

Bakugou marched over to the elevator and pressed the button to Midoriya’s floor. Not even thinking twice, he barges into the green haired boys’ room.

He was met with silence as Izuku slept peacefully on his bed.

If it wasn’t for this rivalry they had with each other, Bakugou would consider Midoriya a friend. The green hair boy looked so peaceful. He was sleeping in his All Might pajamas and he was covered with an All Might blanket. Bakugou cooed at the sight. He almost left him alone, but then Bakugou remembered his dream and the fuel to his fire came back.

“Nerd!” Bakugou spoke, loudly and sternly, but not enough to wake up everyone on the floor.

“Get up.” His voice laced with impatience, as he shook the sleeping green haired boy.

“Wha-Kacchan?” Midoriya blinked his eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them to focus on the boy leaning in front of him.

“K-Kacchan w-what’s going on?” Midoriya asked, sitting up, flustered that the blonde was so close to him.

“Change. We’re sparring outside. Now.” Is all Bakugou said to him, as he walked out of Midoriya’s room, leaving Midoriya confused. But he did as he was told, because he was scared of Bakugou and the consequences that would follow if he didn’t.

Midoriya groggily made his way outside looking around for Bakugou.

“Over here, nerd.”

Midoriya looked up to see Bakugou under a tree. He made his way over to the waiting blonde.

“W-why?” Is all Midoriya could produce as he let out a big yawn.

“Because you think you’re better than me. You think that I can’t be the number one hero. You think I look like an angry pomeranian.” Bakugou rambled.

Midoriya stood there, dumbfounded. “Kacchan I-I never said any of that.” Midoriya whined. Did he just wake me up to fight me for something I didn’t say, Midoriya thought, slightly face palming himself in his head.

“No quirks.” Bakugou said, and Midoriya nodded in agreement.

Bakugou aimed a kick at Midoriya’s head, but Midoriya dodged. Midoriya retaliated with a punch, but Bakugou dodged that. They both went at it. They both really were the perfect match for each other. Their hand to hand combat was around the same level. Bakugou’s swift movements balanced Midoriya’s quick thinking, and Midoriya’s speed balanced out Bakugou’s strength.

After a few long moments, they both were exhausted. The pair laid on the floor, panting and sweating.

“So you wanted to fight because you made up some things I said about you?” Midoriya asked through gasps of air.

“No.” Bakugou replied sheepishly with a hint of embarrassment. Did I really do that, he thought. In his defense the dream felt real, and nobody was going to talk to him like that, especially Midoriya, even if it was fake because it was all in Bakugou’s dream. He was just about to let it go too, but then the angry pomeranian comment filled his mind and he just…reacted.

Bakugou jumped up from where he was laying and sprung over to the unsuspecting Izuku.

“W-what?! Ah! Kacchan?!” The broccoli headed boy yelped out in surprise.

Bakugou straddled the smaller boys waist and with one strong move he pinned both of Midoriya’s hands under his knees. Midoriya too shocked to fight back, stunned at the explosive blondes sudden attack.

“K-Kacchan I-I w-what?” Midoriya stuttered out.

But the blonde was in his own world. He gave Midoriya a devious smile. Which Midoriya could only respond in more stutters.

“I think…” Bakugou paused to raise his hands into a bogus thinking pose. “You need to say sorry,” Bakugou said, ask he looked down at his confused prey.

“F-for w-what K-Kacchan?” Midoriya, flustered at the situation of being held down by his childhood friend.

“For dream Deku calling me an angry pomeranian! Duh!” Bakugou said like it was so obvious.

“W-what?” Midoriya replied, confused face and all.

“Fine. I guess I’ll just make you.” Bakugou half screamed as he started wiggling his fingers towards the trapped boy.

“W-wahahait K-Kahahacchan! Nohoho.” Midoriya’s body let out anticipation giggles as he knew what was about to happen next.

“Heh. Deku, I’m not even tickling you yet. You never grew out of your ticklishness did you?” Bakugou laughed evilly, his smile looking wicked. “More fun for me.”

“Nohohoho dohohohon’t!” Midoriya could feel his cheeks getting pink as he watched the wiggling fingers above him.

Bakugou’s fingers finally made it to Midoriya’s stomach and the green haired boy let out a small scream.

“NAHAHAhahaha Kahahahacchan stahahahahap ihihihit!” Midoriya shook his head back and forth. Midoriya hadn’t been tickled for a while so the boy forgot just how ticklish he was.

“Maybe you should have thought about the punishment before dream you decided he could insult me!” Bakugou teased. He knew it wasn’t Midoriya’s fault, but he wanted to bully the broccoli head.

Bakugou raked his fingers up and down Midoriya’s stomach and couldn’t help but laugh a little when Midoriya would let out a small squeak when Bakugou hit a particularly sensitive spot on the laughing boys’ tummy.

“GahahhaAHAH buhuhuhuhut I dihihihihidn’t eveheheheen sahahaHAHAay ahahahahany of thahahahahat!” Midoriya tried to pull at his arms to escape the ticklish torture but Bakugou’s grip was too strong, plus it wasn’t helping that Midoriya was laughing his head off.

Bakugou moved his hands up to Midoriya’s ribs. Gently vibrating his fingers, resulting in a higher pitched laugh from Midoriya.

“KAHAHAHACCHAN! NAHAHAHAAHA!”

“Nope. You deserve this.” Bakugou said as he continued his attack on the freckled boys’ ribs.

The two would have a lot of tickle fights when they were younger, so Bakugou was an expert at tickling little Izuku. The explosive blonde had skilled fingers that were pros at getting the right spots, and putting the right amount of pressure that wouldn’t just tickle like hell, but also drive someone insane.

“STAHAHAHAHAAP I DIHIHIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAHAY GAHHHAHAH!” Midoriya begged through his laughter, clamping his eyes shut and trying to minimize the ticklish feeling.

“Then apologize for your dream selfs’ behavior.” Bakugou replied dryly as he moved his hands up to Midoriya’s armpits, kneading the flesh in circular motions that he knew would drive Deku crazy.

“GAHAHAHAA NAHAHAHAA BUHUHUHUHUT KAHAHAHAHACCHAN NOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHHAHAAHA!” Midoriya tried to bring his arms to his side to protect his sensitive armpits from being abused with tickles. This just made Bakugou laugh, putting a little more pressure into the tickles and made Izuku laugh uncontrollably.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP KAHAAHHAHACCHAN! WEHEHEHE’RE GOHOHOHONNA WAHAHAHAHAKE EHEHEHEHEVERY OHOHOHONE UHUHUHUHUP! Midoriya protested as happy tears started to form in his eyes.

“No, you’re gonna wake everyone up with your loud screaming, so quiet down.” Katsuki teased. Which made Midoriya’s cheeks turn red. “This could all stop if you just do what I said.” Bakugou’s smile as wide as it could be, looking down at his rival in hysterics.

“NGAHAHA BUHUHUHUT HAHAHAHHAA!” Midoriya could barely get any words out. His eyes filled with mirthful tears, and his legs kicked helplessly behind his attacker. He tried to buck Bakugou off but his efforts were to no avail.

Bakugou moved his fingers and rested them on top of Midoriya’s hips. Midoriya’s eyes widened in fear.

“Nohoho! Dohohon’t! Kahahacch-”

His pleas interrupted when Bakugou dug his fingers into his hipbones.

“GAHHAHAHAA NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT SPHOHOHOHOT! BAHAHAHAA!” Midoriya screamed. His worst spot being attacked and he couldn’t even fight his way out. This was it for him. Is this how I’ll leave this world, he thought.

“Ha ha yes this spot!” Bakugou couldn’t hold back his smile when he saw the giggly mess beneath him. He mentally cooed at how cute the squirming boy beneath him looked. “Two words and this torture can end.” Bakugou teased, not letting up on the tickling.

“OHOHOHOKAY! HAHAHAHHAA KAHAHAHACCHAN IHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!” Midoriya finally gave in, happy tears finally leaving his eyes and streaming down his freckled face. He couldn’t take the tickling anymore.

“Hmmm…I don’t know Deku. Doesn’t seem very genuine.” The blonde said playfully, lightening up on the tickling slightly.

“NOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIHIHI MEHEHEHEEHEAN IHIHIHIHIHIT AHAHAHAHAH!” The green haired boy used all of his efforts to get out that last sentence, before falling into silent laughter.

The blonde, thinking the laughing boy had just about enough tickles, tickled the smaller hero for just a bit longer as a last hurrah, then he started to slow his fingers, until they finally came to a stop, just resting on the boys hips.

“Remember this the next time dream you wants to insult me!” Bakugou said while faking an angry voice.

The explosive blonde hopped off of Izuku and the green haired boy sat up, inhaling deeply.

Midoriya spoke through a smile and pants of breaths, “Dream me won’t ever do that again.”

“He better not.” Bakugou replied with a smirk on his face. Oh Bakugou was so going to have to tickle the green haired boy into oblivion again, he planned on it.

The two boys then sat together under the tree, watching the sunrise, just like they used to do as little kids.

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Blind Trust

Bucky x Fem!Avenger

Set to: As the World Caves In (Cover by: Sarah Cothran)

Warnings: Main character death, blood/violence, betrayal, fluff

It was meant to be a simple recon mission. Steve didn’t like sending the two of you on missions alone. He didn’t like the thought of not just losing both of you, but you two losing each other. But you both had so many successful missions under your belt, you insisted.

You and Bucky had loved each other from the moment you met. Steve was always worried his pal wouldn’t find true love after everything he’d been through. When SHIELD recruited you, you were the perfect fit. Just as skilled as Black Widow, no family, no real friends, fluent in English, French, Russian, Spanish, and Italian. You were ready to serve something bigger than yourself. You quickly made your way up the ranks and became an integral part of the Avengers team. Your super powers were your trusting physical features, your ability to blend in anywhere, and your deadly, but easy smile.

Those things made you a good agent, but they also stole the heart of the infamous Winter Soldier.

Love became second nature between the two of you. Attached at the hip, always training together, reading together, eating together, and sleeping together.

Now, you both found yourselves at what you thought would be a recently abandoned Hydra base. Your mission: collect any data left, scavenge for any remaining files, maps, and plans. This base was rumored to be abandoned recently and hastily. Your inside man said his Hydra unit had received notice that the Avengers had been made aware of their latest site and experiments.

You trusted this agent. He never gave you false information, he never allowed your team to go in blind. Until now. He had started at SHIELD with you, in your graduating class of new agents. That was 10 years ago. A few years after that, he was sent off to be recruited by HYDRA, or attempted to be recruited. It was difficult for agents to make the transition. You were sad to see him go, you liked Jake. He liked you. But you were grateful to know a good man would be on the inside.

When you entered the facility you found it very much not abandoned. You were ambushed. Bucky barely had time to react before 3 agents were on him. You felt yourself go deep down and into survivor mode. Your throwing knives were out of your hands and into the throats of the closest two agents that came for you before you knew you were moving.

You both made your rounds, fighting side by side for what felt like an hour. Once you knew no more agents were coming, you glanced at each other panting and exhausted. He didn’t look too beat up, you’d seen him in worse shape. He gave you a slight nod and you made your way to retrieve your knives before searching the remaining parts of the building.

You made your way to the basement levels and found Jake beaten and bloody, barely alive. You ran to his side and called for Bucky. You had an eerie feeling while assessing his injuries. Why was he here alone?

“They found me out! They thought they killed me and left me here for you both to find me.” Jake half screams to you.

Bucky has moved deeper into the cell with you. He didn’t like this either, but didn’t know why. You helped Jake to his feet, turn around and place him on a chair. You and Bucky exchange glances, and that’s when you realized what was off.

Turning back around you ask “Jake, how did they know it would be just me and Buc-“ but it’s too late. Jake is up and out of the cell, locking it behind him.

You can’t believe it. Bucky can’t believe it.

“It had to be you two first. We need Steve Rogers nice and emotional when he comes to find you. Mistakes will be made. This is the end of the line for the Avengers.”

You begin pleading with him. Never in a million years would you think that Jake would allow himself to be influenced by such hate. But that’s how it starts isn’t it? Hydra has brainwashing down to a science. You should’ve seen this coming.

After Jake laughs and walks away, you hear him trigger a timer not so far away. Just enough time to get himself out, you assume.

When the end came, you stripped off your gear. Bucky took off his leather jacket, his gun holster, you removed your knives, your jacket. You wanted to hold each other as Bucky and Y/N. Not as Avengers.

You wanted to say everything ever left on the table. Instead, you just held each other stared into his soul. You’re memorizing each other’s features. His strong jaw, your big eyes. He pushed some bloody hair out of your face. You held his waist. You both tried to not cry, always strong for each other.

As you heard the first bombs go off in the distance, he finally spoke.

“Y/N, I have never not loved you. You saved me after I left Wakanda.” His eyes are glossing over. You tried not to mirror him, but you realized your tears were already falling thru the gun powder stuck to your cheeks. You wondered if you looked as beat up as he did. A black eye forming over his perfect face. You didn’t care. You had the privilege of seeing him laugh, smile, cry, be pissed off, and feel loved up close for 5 years now. That’s what you thought of in this moment as the next round of bombs went off. You realized that that they were leveling the entire facility.

“Buck, you’ve kept me going through my darkest moments. Let’s do it one more time.”

He studies you for a moment more. It seems like his life is flashing before his eyes, but he’s staring at you.

“So how would you rather die? Poison or electrocution?” He asks.

Ah yes, the game you’ve played for as long as you can remember. It hits a little different right now.

“Hmmm” you say, “I think electrocution. Short and sweet, nighty night.” He laughs even though he’s holding you a bit harder, as the noises around you become more violent. “A knife fight or drowning?” You ask.

“Damn, that’s a hard one. Seeing as I’m more of a skilled knife fighter than YOU are, I think drowning would be my downfall. Never enjoyed swimming that much.” You giggle at his taunting, even as you're both looking death in the eyes.

There's a long pause. Both of you not really wanting to continue the game you both so loved playing during your free time.

“Y/N, I only have a few regrets in my life, but the main one is not making you my wife.”

“Really, Bucky? That is the most 1940’s shit you’ve ever said to me” you laugh. “What matters is that I can say whole-heartedly that I’m grateful in my short life that I got to spend it with you.”

You hear the ceiling in the cell you’re trapped in start to crack. You both look up and at then at each other one last time.

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you, Bucky. Thank you for being in my life and choosing me.”

“There’s no one else, Y/N. No one else.”

He smiles at you one last time as you hear the ceiling start to cave in. Before everything goes black, you hear him say “Goodnight, love.”

You lean in one last time to kiss him. You’re holding on to each other with every last ounce of energy you have. “Goodnight, Bucky, I’ll see you soon.”

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Barbatos- True Form

It’s here! Thx for your patience's I hope it’s worth it :<

Last but not least for this series is: Belphegor  

Of all the demons you’ve met, he unnerves you the most. Not because of his demeanor or temperament. No, no you genuinely like him and his company. There is just something about him that unnerves you sometimes. He is just so hard to place.

You see- how can I explain this. The brothers are easy to understand’ easy to neatly categorize and compartmentalize in your mind as friend or foe. For as ancient as they are you do share some common traits. Family lineage for one. Traceable origins. It’s familiar, it’s comforting.

Hells, even Diavolo has an origins, a genealogy one could trace. A family made of stone flesh and blue blood. (He’d be happy to tell you about it too- if you have a few eons to waste).

But Barbatos? Barbatos had just always been- here...there? From the context clues you’ve picked up from Lucifer and Diavolo he was older than even the great kings of the past. He even helped raise the crown price. He grew in experience and expanded his talents, but never aged. Did he have kin? A bloodline? Hell did he even bleed? His very existence raises the hackles of your self preservation skills. 

If he is older than the old kings is he old then the concept of time itself? Does the idea of time really exist to him at all? 

The odd fight or flight feelings he gives you lessen and disappear over time though. He knows he can be quite uncomfortable to the human psychic and evolutionary survival traits instilled in you after hundreds of thousands of years fighting to the top of the food chain. 

It took you a bit, but one day you finally warm up enough to ask him about- well him. How he works, and what is relation with the idea of time even is. It was shot in the dark question. He is a notoriously private demon. But for you he will open up a little. Besides it’s not like you could do anything with the information anyway. Just promise to never tell Solomon. 

The best he can explain time to a mortal is in an analogy. If time was an object it would best be described as a stream or creek to him. And all the little minnows and guppies trapped in it’s currents were the beings of the three realms. While they are bound by the waters he would be the one standing on the riverbank. 

Most of the time he is happy enough to walk alongside the flow. Other times he enjoys simply dipping his feet in and watch it all pass him by seeing what it all does without his intervention. 

Others he’ll slip in himself and gauge out new deviations and channels of his own. He loves to see what flourishes in his hand crafted areas without intervention.

He does confide in you however. Despite his age and maturity he can still slip up from time to time. He is not infallible after all. Barbatos’s corporeal existence depends heavily on his emotional state and mental fortitude. If he is not careful he has a tendency to just-get swept up. 

One moment he is having a delightful time with you over a fresh pot of tea and the next… You had a lovely funeral. Wait- hmmm no. Honestly, humans can be so gaudy sometimes. He was actually offended on your behalf. The flowers weren’t even freshly cut. 

Ah well. Once he is stable he’ll simply dam this stream and kill the flow before this travesty would happen. Now where was he? Ah yes, do you think this blend goes better with Madame Screams or a human bakery? 

Truthfully Barbatos doesn’t use his abilities all that often. It gets boring real quick. But sometimes he is tempted. Anything to do with you is a struggle to be exact. Most streams involving you he is happy to let slip by. All the ones of you falling for the brothers, or his highness, even the angel. There are even a few of you falling for Solomon. Those he doesn’t wise to see. 

But the streams where you fall for him? The itch to look is overwhelming. Just a peek, a small taste of your favor. What had he done to make you his? Did he have a chance in this timeline? He always loved a good mystery. So he’ll bide his time and wait. 

Now naturally there are some other rules to his existence. Being constantly hyper vigilant of himself can get exhausting and he needs to rest. He doesn’t sleep though, not by human standards anyway. You’ve walked in on him “resting” once or twice. He calls it a stasis period. To you he looks like he’s frozen. Stock still and just standing there in his room. His lanky form flickering in and out of focus. After images appear around him, hundreds of different hims there but not. 

It’s an absorption stage, or so he explains. All the input from the trillion parts of hims scattered about all sharing like a hive mind their encounters and experiences. This is the one time every version of him is in sync and very vulnerable. 

While he can convene with all his scattered parts of him in stasis he still cannot be in the same visible area as them. One of the two would have to yield to the other. The weaker one reabsorbed quite violently. It is a most unpleasant feeling. 

After exerting large amounts of energy and not resting it can take him a bit to recover, and it is very noticeable. He lags hard after such instances, literally. The first time you saw him snapping and rubberbanding around the castle gave you a few more grey hairs then was normal for your age. He’s normally smooth movements were now choppy and stiff. It would have been funny if you weren’t so worried for his well being. The only thing to stop him is Diavolo himself having to throw his weight and power around to get him to rest. He hates being reprimanded. 

Don’t get me wrong though. He loves serving the royal family. The years spent in the Devildom have been an utterly delightful vacation. The menial labor and tasks keeps his mind anchored in the present and mutes all the other voices of him to a manageable static. 

Now when it comes to his form quite frankly even he has forgotten what he originally looks like. He has been in this form for so long he might as well call it his original form. You ask to see it once, beyond curious. If you could see it that was. Was he like Dia? A formless form? A mass of contradicting layers stack one on one on top of each other?

He is hesitant to say the least. He consults with himself on this. Have any of the others come across this yet? If not he promises to look into it for you. He practices with Simone, knowing that aside from Solomon he knows the limits of a human. Once certain he comes to you delighted to share himself with you.

He is so smol small. His form fitting neatly in the palm of your hand. He is warm and pulses like with a faint heartbeat. You can’t really make heads or tails of what his defined form really is though. His tiny form is covered in a glowing haze flicks of distorted images and sounds invade your senses whenever you hold him. But one thing you can sense in some kind of bony nodules and slender legs. Thousands of them all skittering and tickling your flesh, like an obscenely long centipede.

Now that you know of this form he likes to pop up from time to time when he misses you. His favorite spot to appear is in the breast pocket of your uniform. It’s dark and quiet and close to your heart. While he can’t talk in this form, the physical closeness is enough for the both of you. 

Mini Fic

“Be honest with me. Which one of me is your favorite?” You flip over onto your pleasantly full stomach. His tea sandwiches and cakes make you feel sleepy. You stretch out with a grunt of happiness enjoying all the little touches that were distinctly Barbatos. The blanket protecting you from the early morning dew smelt of elderflower and juniper. The fleece material was a personal favorite, soft, warm, and perfect. Even the foods had all been your favorites. He had crafted this all with you in mind. Surely you were the favorite. If he would put this much effort into it.

The demon in question hums from his chair. A steaming cup of tea resting lightly on his bottom lip. A perplexing thought. Each one of you was a delight to his many senses, so similar, yet so different at the same time. Like a reflection in a broken mirror. Each one so stunning and vivacious in a way only a human could be. Yet so few even glanced his way. “Does a parent have a treasured child?” He quips back. 

Your peal of laughter warms him better than any tea. “Ha! You must be an only child then.” You snort. He matches your smile, pleased that you were pleased. 

“Perhaps-” He takes a sip cutting off that train of thought there. He didn’t need to sour a pleasant morning with such melancholy questions. Was he an only child? Surely he at least had a sire. If he had such kin would they have not met by now? He was on every plane of existence that he knew of. Had they missed each other? Slipping past each other like ships in the night.

More likely they would be more like two similar ends of a magnet being forcibly kept away by their molecular structure than merely missed chances. Incapable of existing in the same dimension at the same time.

Ignorant to his inner turmoil you flip back over to your back eyeing the snack tray he refilled. “How much longer now?” He checks his pocket watch then looks out at the carnage below them.

The Battle of Omosu was in full swing. The ancient warriors below oblivious to the strangely dressed human and otherworldly man sitting on top of a neighboring cliffside to observe the preordained outcome. “Any moment- now pay attention.” He chastises you but without any heat. Pocketing his watch he comes to sit beside you on the fleece blanket. You scoot closer, happy to have his naturally warmer body beside you. The heat of which fends off the cold sea breeze. “There, look.” He points to a growing patch of bubbles by one of the enemy ships. 

The water turns turbulent, oily green, and black bubbles foaming on top of the surface. “Wow.” It was all you could manage to whisper. 

Leviathan enters the fray now, called forth by his pact barer. The great serpent emerges like a ghost from the depths. Invisible to the other mortals you watch fascinated as his massive tail wraps around a boat crushing it as easily as if it were a stick. Another capsizes, getting pushed away by his massive shoulder. 

The sailors fall into the choppy water mouths open in silent screams. They would not survive after hitting the water. Levi’s legion waits below, ready to drag them deeper down. Their bodies will be added to the Devildom navy. Something dark and humanoid darts around the remaining boats. From what you remember from class Levi had called forth an umibozu from the nearby depth for this fight. Its bloated grey body jostles the boats knocking more sailors overboard whole. The two of them make fast work of the enemy ships. The human sailors pick off the rest.

“Quite impressive.” Barbatos remarks. “I can see why humans want to make deals all the time. But what a terrible cost, don't you think?” 

“What’s going to happen to the pact holder?” You ask. 

“Depends on whatever Levi feels like. Mostly his holders are trapped in the depths of his realms. Left to the devices of their victims. But each brother is different.” The air around you both grows thick with your sudden fear. You rub subconsciously where your pact mark rested, eyes blank. 

He places a firm hand on your thigh bringing your focus back to him. “Don’t worry. Like I said the choice is up to the demon that holds the pact. I doubt you would be advantageous to the royal navy.” You chuckle weakly, still rubbing at the growing chill climbing up your arm. “Will this be enough for your project?” He removes his hand begrudgingly away from your soft leg. “It is getting late.”

You nod glancing back down to the battle. It was already over-with the great sea beasts and demons in the water, Takeda’s forces didn’t stand a chance. You don’t wait to see Levi’s victory lap. “Yes, thank you for your help.” You accept his help in picking up your books and supplies. “I hope Kinz is happy with this.” You had been having a bit of trouble in your history class with Professor Kinz. Nothing major, you had assured him. But if it continued your ranking within the school would be at risk, and with it your scholarships. 

“Any time.” Barbatos moves an elegant hand to the center of your back escorting you away from the edge. A door slowly emerges from within the mist. He grabs the semi-translucent knob and opens it for you. “I know it will be more than satisfactory.” 

“Ye?” You adjust your pack’s shoulder strap bracing yourself for the weirdness of time travel. “Think you can give me next week's lotto numbers? I’m asking for a friend.” Your teasing pulls a deep rumble from him. It was all in good fun, but truth be told he came to find that not keeping one of his many eyes on you had the most enjoyable outcomes. You little human ramblings and witty comebacks being one of them. You at least weren’t afraid to joke around him. 

“Now, who said I did anything of the sort?” He chuckles. Keeping a firm grip on your forearm he ushers you through the threshold. You clung to him hating the sticky feeling of the space between time. It clung to your skin, thousands of webs grab and pull at your clothes knowing that you were not supposed to be outside of their control. You were envious of the fact that you couldn’t experience it the way Barabatos did. To him, this was nothing more than the feel of a cool shower. The pulls of time merely buffering off of him. Hardly a threat like it was to you. 

He sees you off at the gate to the house bowing deeply as you hop up the front stairs waving at him. You had to hurry lest you be late for dinner. Once you had disappeared through the door he melds into the timestream once more emerging in front of your classroom. A week had passed and your paper was due. He was excited to see what you had gotten and just didn’t feel like waiting this time. He could indulge from time to time. 

The bell rings and your class files out. They pay him no mind. The prince’s butler was nothing to gawk at. He counts heads. His frown deepens when you do not appear from the lecture hall. Kinz leaves the room last, her heels clacking obnoxiously on the marble. “Oh! Good afternoon Barbatos, are my services needed by the prince?” She smiles showing far too many teeth to be considered polite. Their mutual dislike of each other was a poorly kept secret. But she had a talent that Diavolo needed; for the moment. 

He matches her predatory smile. “I was here looking for our esteemed exchange student.” Her smile falters, her hackles raising for a moment before her face goes blank. 

“They didn’t show up today.” She flicks her tail dismissively. “You know how pathetic humans are.” She challenges him, locking eyes with him like the fool she was. 

“Hmm. I do not share this sentiment, but it is unusual to have them miss class.” All airs of pleasantly evaporate from him. The cold fury of his ire permeates the narrow hallway. Kinz flinches, breaking eye contact with him. Her weak attempt at dominance is gone. “A moment if you will-” His voice brittle and laced with malice. “I shall return for you later.” He bows shallowly and blinks out of existents leaving the woman quaking in the hall. 

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An insult, a complete violation of the rules set by Diavolo himself. If the celestial council caught wind of such a flagrant disregard for your mental well being- the program would be in jeopardy. Hiding your death had been hard enough. But a room full of demons acting out unsupervised? 

Barbatos struggles to control himself. He could feel his grasp on himself waver with each passing second. His very self unraveling at the seams. Your tears fuel his rage.

Kinz stands over you mocking your relentlessness in front of your peers since the brothers were not present in the class. You had been so excited to test your merit on your own, believing that after getting to know the student body you could handle it. Diavolo approved, figuring his name and the program's initiative was enough to protect you- at least on campus. In theory, it seemed like a good idea, you were well liked among the student body. But that same feeling didn’t bleed over to this particular teacher it seems. A grave error on the councils’ part. 

Barbatos watches along with the rest of the silent class as Kinz burns your paper at the front of the lecture hall, berating you for “showing off” and “abusing your statues for brownie points”. You leave halfway through the start of class. A trail of salty tears and ashes left behind in your wake. 

Such disgustingly uncouth behavior. To a guest of the prince no less. To you. 

He arrives inside Diavolo’s office in a blur, filling the empty air by his prince’s side. The younger demon used to the sudden comings and goings of his most trusted ally didn't even look up from his paperwork. “Something the matter? You are getting a little wispy around the edges.” Diavolo asks signing off on a form. 

Barbatos inhales deeply focusing on his present self. The unneeded action of breathing, the expanding and contracting of his chest cavity was soothing. Not necessary for him, but nice. Yet another odd quirk he had picked up during his time in the Devildom. “Kinz has been putting the program in jeopardy.” He grinds out once he finally locks himself back in. 

“Oh?” Diavolo dips his pen in its ink well. “That is quite unfortunate for her. Do you suggest a council meeting on the matter?” Barbatos bites his cheek. 

“I believe her offense far outweighs just a slap on the wrist. I believe her tenure should be revoked. This isn’t her first strike.” 

Diavolo chuckles resting back in his chair. He gives his full attention to his butler who was bustling around the room, tiding an already spotless room. “I haven’t seen you this bloodthirsty since those scribes in Alexandria poked at you.” 

“I gave them a fair warning. As I have with Kinz.” He bristles. Diavolo waves a hand, willing to listen. “Kinz has taken up public humiliation and verbal abuses since the brothers are not around to interject. You know how she is. This will only accelerate in time if not nipped now.” 

“Is that what you see?” 

“I don’t need to to know.” 

Diavolo sighs deeply, weighing the pros and cons of losing such an asset. He already knew his verdict, as did Barbatos. Even without his powers, they both knew either one of them would bend for you. “Fine.” He returns to his desk of papers. “I will let you do as you please. Just don’t tangle things up too much.” 

“Thank you, my lord.” 

In a way, it was a pity. Kinz is- well- was one of the Devildom’s more esteemed historians. Her place amongst the upper echelon had been a commendable feat. She certainly lasted longer than the archivist and scribes that had come before her. 

 Barbatos stares in disgust at his once stark white gloves. But better soil a pair of gloves or two then touch her wretched corpse with his bare hands. Ugh. Was that some viscera on his wingtips? The cruor of it turns purple as it oxidizes in the open air. Perhaps he had gone a bit overboard. Though to him, it was merited. She had been a pain in his ass for years. Plus the past thirty or so versions of her had put up a bit of a fight. Once even he had walked in on a reflection of him taking her down for some other transgressions. He rolls his shoulders as a phantom twitch shoots up his spin. Merging consciousness was unbearable. Yet, as he went about his duties “cleaning” he realized he would handle as many as needed to see you safe. Fascinating. 

At first, he had debated with himself on at least keeping a few versions of Kinz around. While he universally hated her, there were a few less volatile Kinz floating around. If only to steal her work for the prince and his goals. But even without her, her discoveries and advancements would be found by others. He had even found a diamond in the rough, a potential successor. Given time to grow and which paths they take they could benefit Diavolo greatly. Even more than her. A gamble he was happy to take. With that discovery, Kinz’s faith was sealed. She was set to be only a figment of a memory left in his mind. The rest of the universe will never remember her.

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You stare bewildered at the aged bronze plaque on the door. Something about it didn’t sit well with you. But damned if you could place it. It had something to do with the name. Des Moines...Moines? Who in the hells was that? You glance at your schedule like it was your first day of school instead of your 150th. 

Room 325- Demonic history: Professor Des Moines Riel.

This can’t be right. Where was Kinz? You grab at your head crying out at the sudden violent throbbing that erupted between your eyes. The queasiness it caused was beyond description. It was enough to send you to your knees. Indecipherable images layer themselves in your mind, folding and stacking on top of each other. The mounting pressure scares you and then-

Nothing.

Bliss and clarity. Like sucking in a breath of fresh air after a near death experience. What were you thinking about again? How did you end up on the floor? Shaking yourself from your stupor you stumble back to your feet. The school hallway was too stuffy for some reason. You needed to walk away, especially from this door. Just looking at it made your stomach clench. Yes, you needed some fresh air. That’s all. 

“Is something wrong?” Patent leather shoes appear beside you matching your hurried gate effortlessly. You shake your head, not trusting yourself to open your mouth lest you start feeling ill again. Barbatos stops you with a gentle hand on your waist. He scrutinizes you, teal eyes roving over every inch of you. Shucking a glove he places a warm palm on your forehead. “You are clammy.” 

“I’m fine.” You lie through your locked jaw. “Just got dizzy for a second.” He looks alarmed. “Don’t worry about it- probably just one of those mysteries of the school.” 

“I’m not worried about it, but you on the other hand.” He looks up from your flushed face to the hallway you had vacated in such a hurry. The history wing. Could you? Impossible. “Is there an issue inside the department?” Had he missed something? 

“What? Oh, no really! Everything is great! I think.” You lean into his hand now resting idly on your cheek. It felt so good compared to your cold skin. “I just- I could have sworn. Is Riel new?” You rub at the bridge of your nose. A knot was growing between your eyes now. “Where is Kin-Kinel? You draw a blank. A name was on the tip of your tongue. You glance up at Barbatos. His hand on your cheek becoming stiff. “What?”

“Nothing my dear.” He recovers smoothly. The hand on your cheek slides down to your shoulder. “Perhaps you should sit out of this class for today? You sound like you're overworking yourself. I’ll make a note of it to Diavolo and Lucifer so it won’t be counted against you.” 

“I- don’t think that’s wise,” You argue meekly. “I have a paper to work on for this class-”

Barbatos ignores your weak plea. Drawing you close to his side he steers you down to the lower floor. “Nonsense. Why don’t we spend some time together? I can help you with that paper later as a trade.”

Hmm. That wasn’t a bad idea. If any demon could get you out of class and help you make it up it would be him. Maybe a little break would be good for you. Though you can’t remember why you needed it in the first place. 

[chaeryybomb]

soulmates

pairing: na jaemin x reader

featuring: nct dream, implied markhyuck

genre: angst, fluff, best friends to lovers (kinda),

warnings: cursing, character death, mentions of insomnia

word count: 2.7k

summary: jeno asked if they believed in soulmates. jaemin never thought that a simple question would take him down memory lane.

a/n: this is actually a draft from one of my original stories and it's lowkey my favourite so i thought i turned it into a jaemin imagine. it ended being longer than the original one hjdfhj

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

Jaemin blinked, caught off guard by Jeno's sudden question. He turned to look at Jeno, who was sitting next to Renjun as the other boy was sketching away on his iPad. Jaemin's hand stopped in mid-equitation of his homework as he tilted his head in confusion at Jeno's question.

"Soulmates?" Mark echoed from the other side of the room. They were all scattered in different parts of Jeno's and his living room. When an hour ago they decided to crash at their place for an impromptu sleepover. Donghyuck was laying on Mark's lap, playing some game on his phone. Jaemin doesn't know, all he knows is that Hyuck's lets out a curse word every 5 seconds.

"Yeah," Jeno nodded, "soulmates," he said again, this time more firmly. "Do you believe in them?"

Mark leaned back into the couch and rest his head on top. "Hmmm," he hummed to show that he was in thought.

Chenle, walking out of the kitchen and plopped himself down next to Jisung on the floor, looked up at Jeno and asked, "What was your question again?"

Jeno let out a frustrated sigh and repeated, "Do you believe in soulmates?"

"Oh, nah," Chenle immediately replied. Jeno gave him a look, disappointed at his answer. The younger shrugged in return and went back to watch Jisung's game.

"What about you?" Jeno nudged Renjun at his side.

"Soulmates are fake," Renjun replied.

"He's just saying that because he's single," Donghyuck chimed in from the other side.

Renjun glared at the other boy and threw a pillow at him. The pillow landed square on Donghyuck's face and Renjun laughed at the result. Donghyuck yelped and sat up, almost bumping Mark on the chin. While Jisung let out a victorious "Yes!" and high fived Chenle.

"Asshole! I lost my game because of you!" Donghyuck cursed at Renjun. Whereas Jisung and Chenle snickered at Donghyuck's lost.

The room erupted in laughter, with Donghyuck huffing with his arms crossed after flipping Renjun off. Donghyuck leans back into Mark's chest instead of returning to his previous position. Mark, out of habit, wrapped an arm around his waist, slowly tugging him closer.

Renjun's face twisted in disgust at the couple. "Ew, okay we get it, you're in love. Don't have to rub it in," he faked gagged at them. Jeno laughed while Jaemin shook his head at them with a smile. He was seated furthur away from the group at the dinning table, lab reports scattered in front of him. His pencil sat idle in between his fingers, he should really get back to his homework because it was due tomorrow morning. But his mind still lingered on Jeno's question.

As if he read his mind, Jeno repeated his question once again. "So, do you guys think soulmates are real?" He asked again, Jeno seemed determined to get an answer out of all of them.

"Yeah, I believe them," Mark said, deciding to humor the poor boy. Jeno beamed at his answer while Donghyuck gave him a weirded look at the side.

"You do?" Donghyuck tilted his head.

"Yeah," Mark shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, choosing to throw caution into the wind with his next words, "I mean, I met you, didn't I?"

The room immediately reacted with a mixed of ews and gagging noises. Even Donghyuck looked disgusted. Mark raised his hands in defense and laughed awkwardly, although the look on his faced said that he regretted nothing.

"Soulmates can be platonic too! It doesn't always have to be romantic," Mark continued. "Personally, I think a soulmate is someone who instantly clicks with you. Like, even if the both of you seem different, there's some kind of mutual understanding between each other, like, even if they don't talk for years, their relationship will remain same."

"It's kinda like having a home in someone. I think a soulmate is someone who feels like home to you," Jeno added. Mark nodded in agreement with him. "It doesn't have to be your significant other, your soulmate can be your sibling or your best friend."

"Oh, so like me and Jisung?"

"I thought you said you don't believe in soulmates," Jisung eyed Chenle suspiciously.

"Well, they're explanations are kinda convincing. Do you believe in soulmates, then?" Chenle fired back at the younger boy.

Jisung nodded. "It's nice to believe in these things, okay." Chenle snorted at his answer but decided to not make fun of him, maybe he'll make fun about Mark's statement later.

"A soulmate should be someone who understands you completely. They know how exactly you feel even if you try to fake it. They're someone who'll love who you are and appreciate you," Jaemin heard Mark said.

As the group continues to discuss about their views on soulmates, Jaemin shook his head and tried to return to his homework. Keyword, tried. His mind was still stubbornly thinking about the question instead of focusing on finishing the equation on hand. Yet the word "soulmates" continued to run laps around his head. Mark and Jeno's words echoed in his head and soon he found himself drifting away to a long forgotten memory.

Jaemin was seven years old when a moving truck stopped in front of the vacant house beside his for the first time in 3 years. He stood in his yard as he watched adults emerged from the vehicle. Curiously, he walked nearer and stood behind his fence. One of the adults open the big doors behind the truck to reveal a bunch of boxes stacked together. As the boxes started to be removed by other adults, an orange ball falls from one of the open boxes and rolled to his feet.

Jaemin bent down to pick up the ball when a pair of feet appeared in his line of vision. Looking up, like an angel being casted down to him, it was the first time he saw you. The sunlight made it looked like you were glowing. And in his seven year old mind, you were the princess he read about in books.

You peered down at him with a growing smile. You reached a hand out and introduced yourself. "Hi! I'm Y/N!"

Jaemin stood up and dusted himself, staring at your hand. He was nervous, he didn't know why but he was. The smile on your face dimmed, a bit hurt that he didn't shake your hand nor tell you his name. You looked at the orange ball in his hand and coughed.

"Um," you pointed at the toy, "that's mine."

As if Jaemin was snapped out of a trance, he blinked at you and then at the ball before realization dawned on him. "Oh!" he said, cheeks flushing in

embarrassment.

"Um, sorry, here you go," and he thrusted the ball towards you. You took the ball from him and turn around to walk away when he stopped you with an awkward cough. "My name's Jaemin, Na Jaemin..."

Blinking a few times, you gave him a toothy grin and said, "Nice to meet you, Jaemin! I'm L/N Y/N!"

Soulmates can be platonic, it doesn't always have to be romantic. Your soulmate can be your sibling or your best friend. Was what they said. Well, you were definitely his best friend.

"Whatcha doing, Nana?" You asked.

Jaemin yelped from your sudden appearance, the book he was holding fell from his hands and onto his left foot. Jaemin hissed in pain and grabbed his foot, hopping on one foot before falling onto his butt.

You winced at the incident. "Sorry!" You squeaked. Jaemin gave you and unimpressed look and rolled his eyes at you. You offered him a hand to get up but instead he pulled you down with him. You fell down with a thud beside Jaemin as you let out an "oof".

Jaemin's laugh rang through your ears as you pushed yourself up. You glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at you. You shifted so you were sitting cross-legged beside him while he moved to retrieve his fallen book. You looked over to him and playfully shove him.

"What are you reading, nerd?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't understand anyways."

You gasped dramatically at his reply and feigned hurt, placing your hand above your heart. "Hey, I know I don't have the braincells but you don't have to remind me," you defended.

Jaemin rolled his eyes at you and ignored you, opting to return to his book. Noticing the lack of reaction, you sighed loudly and fell back into the grass. As you cross your arms above your head, you took a peek at Jaemin. He was still immersed in whatever book he was reading.

"Nerd," you mumbled under your breath.

After a few moments of silence, you stood up and brushed yourself off. Jaemin looked up at you as you offered your hand again. "C'mon, I heard there's a new boba place near school," you told him.

Jaemin stared at your hand for awhile before sighing and taking it in. "Fine but I want to stop by at 7-Eleven too," he negotiated.

Giving him your signature toothy grin, you shook your intertwined hands and said, "Deal."

A soulmate is someone who instantly clicks with you, no matter the difference. Even if the both of you seem different, there's some kind of mutual understanding between each other. Even if they don't talk for years, their relationship will remain same.

You and Jaemin had your differences. Jaemin liked to stay inside and read on the hundreds of scientific books he had in his room. You wanted to go out and see the world, you hated being cooped in. You felt trapped while Jaemin felt at peace. So sometimes Jaemin really wonders how the two of you could've gotten so close.

You practically had to drag him out while he head to beg you to let him stay ta home. Most people would've drifted away by now. Something kept the both of you together and Jaemin thought he knew why. You were like the sun while he was like the moon.

Your presence was refreshing. You were always there to brighten up his days and your smile was a boost of serotonin for him. Whenever he was with you, there will always be a smile on his face. He was happy, and he never knew why. The reason was because of you.

And he was the moon to your sun. His calming presence was able to match your hype energy. The both of you were balanced because he kept you at bay. He was the yin to your yang. The both of you just understood each other and everything else fell in place by itself.

By the time middle school was over, you and Jaemin had parted ways to different high schools. Despite being neighbours, the both of you had trouble finding spare time to hang out. You were busy with the student council and he was busy with the photography club that you had forced him to join.

"Oh what about this one?" You slid the flyer over to him.

Jaemin picked it up and quirked an eyebrow at you. "The photography club?"

"Yeah, you like taking pictures don't you? Plus you can use the camera I got for you from your birthday!"

You looked so excited, he swore your eyes were glittering when you looked at him with anticipation. How could he ever refuse? And he was glad he didn't. Because he met Lee Jeno and Huang Renjun from the photography club and the two boys introduced him to the rest. He never told you this but he was forever thankful to you for convincing him.

But despite all of that, the two of you would somehow managed to find time. Be it him randomly face-timing you at 4am because he couldn't sleep, or you climbing into his bedroom window because you hated being alone. Distance was never a problem for the both of you, nothing will ever changed. And somewhere along the way, Jaemin realized his heart was with you.

It's not uncommon for Jaemin to be staring at his ceiling at... 3am? He turned his head and squinted at his alarm clock. Ah, no, it was 4am. These were one of those nights where insomnia had taken over. Sighing, he turned to his side and hugged his body-pillow closer. You nagged him that sleeping late during the holidays will bite him in the ass one day. Maybe he should've listened to you.

Thinking of you, he turned to his other side where he was facing his window. Your lights were switched off. Of course it was, you were sleeping. Who would be awake at this ungodly hour? Right, him...

He stared at your window, debating whether if he should call you or not. For some reason, he felt nervous. Why would he be nervous? He has called you multiple times before when he was bored. But would he be a bother? He moved to lay on his back and dropped his arm on his eyes.

"Fuck it," he whispered to himself and reached over to grabbed his phone. He tapped into his contacts and went straight to your number. He pressed the video call option and waited. From his window, he could see a small light appearing before your room was covered in pink lights.

"Hello?" Your disoriented voice caught his attention. You looked tired, your blankets were pulled up to your nose and your eyes were struggling to open. But he couldn't help but thought that you were beautiful. "Jaemin?" you called out.

"Hi," he said, muffled by his pillow. "Sorry for calling, I'll just hang up-"

"No, it's f-" you cut yourself off with a yawn, "it's fine," you said sleepily.

He frowned at your sleepy state, feeling guilty for waking you up at 4am. "Sorry," he apologized again.

"It's fine," you said again, your voice being more stable now as the sleep started to fade. "So, what's up?"

"I don't know, just can't sleep," he told you. Jaemin moved so he was laying on his side, using on hand to hold the phone while the other was tucked under his head.

"That's alright, we can just stay here until sunrise," you said. You had moved your sleeping position and was now mimicking his position.

It was right then, in the moment when Jaemin realized, he loves you. Like a bomb being dropped on him, he realized he's in love with his best friend. In the dead of night, hours before the sun rises, you could've ignored his call and go back to sleep. But you chose to accept his call and stay up with him, knowing that the both of you have school in a few hours. Yet here you were, with him. And he loves you.

"Y/N," he whispers, it was barely audible but you had somehow managed to heard him.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Silence. Did...did he just said that? He internally started to panic. What if you don't feel the same? What if you take it the wrong way? He blamed the drowsiness in him. He's scared to look at your reaction, but he does. And the fondness in your eyes tells him that he was wrong. You looked at him like he was your world. And he knew, that the both of you were in love.

"I love you too-"

"-Jaemin?"

Jaemin's eyes snapped up at the sound of his name. The room was now silent with all eyes on him. His pencil was still in his hand, the equation still unfinished. "What's up?" He asked them.

"Jeno asked if you believe in soulmates," Jisung said.

The boy tigthened his grip on his pencil as he thought. Does he believe in soulmates? Maybe. He used to believe that they were real. Because Jaemin believed that he had already met his soulmates. But if soulmates were truly real, the universe wouldn't have taken you away from him, right?

Because he still remembered the crack in your mother's voice when she broke the news to him. You were gone. He still remembered the way his heart shattered to pieces when they said you never made it. Because you're not here anymore.

So, once upon a time, Jaemin did believed in soulmates. But you were cruelly taken away from him. He looked up to meet the gaze of his friends.

"No," he finally said, "I don't believe in soulmates."

[someone1348]

This one was requested by @miinkiiyo

People in this: Ler!Tommyinit, Lee!Tubbo

(Clingyduo our beloved!)

(PLATONIC ONLYYYYY!)

With Prompt #4, "I-think- I think I'm stuck..."

Tw: mild cursing! But that's it the rest is soft!

With all that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Tommy this isn't funny!

"But i don't want tooo" Tubbo whined to Tommy as he had been asked to go and grab materials from the mines.

"Come on Tubbo we need supplies and as the leader when Wilbur isn't around i request materials for this great nation" Tommy saluted the smaller one as Tubbo huffed

"Why can't you do it yourself?"

"Because i need to help Fundy prepare potions, you won't be there for long and I'll come check on you when i finish i promise!" Tommy gave his best friend a big smile and a pat on the back to which Tubbo smiled back

"Fineeee" he giggled a bit, he could never stay mad at Tommy.

Walking down into the mines he kept his torch handy,

"Ugh its so dark down here" he searched a bit "yes! Iron!" He placed the torch down on the stone wall next to him taking out his pickaxe mining away.

"Maybe when Tommy gets here we can go to the nether, no way am i going alone" he spoke out loud to himself smiling as he went back to work.

Mining away a small tunnel he got multiple stacks of coblestone, iron, and more he was tired and had a streak of coal across his cheek

"Ughhhhhh i dont wannaaaaa" he complained sliding down one of the sides of the tunnel he had created.

"Boop boop" he played with a rock to his left "man this is so boringg humph!-" he threw the rock against the wall, "hmmm" he searched through his inventory looking for things to do,

"Ooooo! Thats perfect!" He got the materials together and continued digging he built stairs going down into a small room to hold his teammates, he was making it as a plan C in case things go south, crafting a couple of pistons and a hidden stone pressure plate he created the secret doorway to the area.

"I'll make another one later!"

He was excited to tell Tommy and the others about it, Tommy first though, it could be their little escape room together to go and hide and just be alone, he could finally have something to call theirs!

He's always wanted a secret place just for the two of them, ever since Phil told them the stories of a place like that, a place of their own, as kids.

"Okayy! Just a few more touch up's and we will be set!" He was going to go back and work on the interior soon just wanted to get the doors working first,

He stepped on the pressure plate and was about to go through before they closed wrapping around his wrists and trapping his ankles,

"Uh oh,,"

He was stuck, no matter how much he moved he couldn't budge, that's when he heard it.

"TUBBOO!" his best friend called out for him from the mines

'Double uh oh!' He thought already feeling embarrassed.

"TOMMY! HELP ME!!" He yelled out as Tommy rushed towards the sound.

"TUBBO! t-" the blonde blinked a few times examining the situation the brunette had gotten himself into before bursting out laughing "BAHAHA TUHUHUBOO WHAT THE HELL?! H-HOHOW?"

Tubbo Growled "Tommyy!" He whined "This isn't funny! Help mee! I-think- I think I'm stuck..."

Tommy slowed his laughter down to giggles "Oh how the tables have turned!"

Tubbo gulped the light pink glow spreading to his cheeks,

"Do you remember what you did when I got stuck in between pistons?~" He poked his own chest slowly walking forward towards him emphasizing the 'I' when he spoke.

Tubbo bit his lip trying to hold back the nervous giggles as his best friend stepped closer and closer to him.

"T-Tommy! Plehease you d-dont have to do this, w-we can talk about this, yea?"

Soon enough the blonde was right in front of him smirking

"Sure tubbo we can talk about this!" He smiled as tubbo looked at him with hope in his eyes

"Really?"

"Nope!" He smirked once more pushing his hands forward tickling under the bee lovers arms.

"AHH! NOHOHOHOHO WAIT! TOMMYY!" He Twisted his head side to side trying to escape,

"Let UP! THIhiIs isN'T FaiR!!! HAHA!" Tubbo yelled through his laughter

"Oh it's so fair my friend" Tommy giggled moving his wiggly fingers down to his ribs

"Eep hehe tOhohomMY!"

"Yes Tubbo?~" The blonde giggled making sure to glide upon each ticklish bone

"DAHA hEEhey! COme onN!" Tubbo whined his face flushed, this is torture! He joked in his head a bit, its embarrassing more like it!

"Whats wrong Tubso? Can't handle what you dish out?~" Tommy's smirk grew moving his hands closer inwards

"DON'T TOMMY!"

"Or what big man?~"

"Dohoho it and im so getting you back!"

"Karma's a bitch my friend HAHAHA!" Tommy evilly laughed moving his hands down and under his shirt to tickle his stomach,

"NAHAHAHAAHA FUHUHUCK TOHOHOHOMMY!! NOT FAHAHAHAIR! EEP!!" Tubbo threw his head side to side going into hysterics, his bangs covering his embarrassed red face.

"Hehe No this is fair, this!" Tommy emphasized getting down to his knees "this would be unfair~" he took a deep breath blowing a raspberry directly on his bellybutton

"TOMMY N-AHHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO PLEAHAHAHASE BLUHUHUHULE! TOMMYYYY!!!"

Tommy immediately backed off helping to rub away the ghost tickles

"Im sorry mate did i go to far?" He got up rubbing the back of his neck

"Nahaha it's all good mate!"

"Okay good!"

"Can you help me out of this though now?"

"Oh yeah right!" He stepped on the pressure plate as tubbo got unstuck falling to the ground.

"You alright?" Tommy scrambled helping him up, "yeah yeah im good!" The two giggled standing up.

"What even is this place?" Tommy asked looking around

"I made it as a plan C for tomorrow but also for us as a cool secret hide out! Whenever we wanted!"

Tommy smiled and sat down "i love it"

"Same"

The scilence was comfortable untill

"Oh and Toms?"

"Yea?"

"Revenge is sweet~" he Pounced onto his best friend going immediately for his stomach,

"TUHUHUBBO!!!"

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I hope you enjoyed!! I'm so sorry this took forever to get out! The rest are on the way but enjoyy! :]

[toujoursmiraculous]

Thoughts and Reaction to Mr. Pigeon 72!

I knew this was going to be a really good episode, just because the synopsis we got and the trailer seemed pretty bland. Whenever ML does that, a lot of big things happen in that episode. I screamed and choked on my water in the opening scene where Ladybug's with Alya in Marinette's room. I've been looking forward to Alya and Marinette scenes sooo much since Gang of Secrets! Wayzz & Alya: Hey Marinette, you should take a break and rest. Marinette: Nah, I'm good I gotta keep working Alya: YOU'RE LOSING IT, GIRL! Marinette: Don't care, must work Alya: Okay... you know Adrien and Kagami broke up, right? Marinette: Wait what?! Oh no, Kagami needs me! Alya: Not the reaction I was expecting but okay "Let's not wait for the storm to pass, but let's dance in the rain." I really like this quote! Even during bad times, you need to find the good and enjoy it. And Marinette reaaaally needs to do that. But in a literal sense, please don't dance outside during a dangerous storm.

ALYA AND TRIXX ALDJFSLJDS oh I love them, I'm so happy we'll get to see more of them. The way they both reacted to Marinette saying she has to go console Kagami, they weren't expecting that. xD But I was! I find it very amusing how in episodes like Frightningale she was more upset with Chloe being Ladybug than Chloe being in a video with Adrien that Alya's shocked by her decision, and in Frozer where Marinette was putting Adrien's wants before hers. I really don't understand why people think just because she likes Adrien, she'd not want to help make those around her happy even if it wasn't what she wanted for herself. I'm not surprised at all that Marinette would do this for Kagami, but I'm very happy that she is. "Alya, in Paris, Kagami has no other friend except me. Only I can console her." This makes me so happy. The only times in this show I like Kagami, is when she's with Marinette. After watching this episode, I'm more and more thankful she finally told Alya about being Ladybug I don't even want to know the state she'd be in had she not. O.O She almost ran out of her room as Ladybug (whoops), then almost ran out in her pjs (again, oops). Thanks to Alya, she didn't do either. xD That little detail where Marinette runs out and the sun's really intense, letting us know she's been inside a really long time, so everything outside is really bright. I really appreciate the little things like that. Or at least, that's what I take it as. Unless they're hinting at summer coming up soon... Dang Marinette, just jumps on Kagami's back LOL Kind of reminds me how Chat Noir likes to come up on Ladybug. xD "Your so original friend." Marinette is pretty original! I know the tone implies that's not a good thing, but eh. She's letting her go with Marinette and spend time away, so who cares! Marinette trying really hard to convince Kagami to get back with Adrien and how she's going to help her. I think it's really sweet of her, but Kagami of course clearly doesn't want to. Plagg: What's wrong with you, jumping into ice water! YOU'RE LOSING IT! Adrien: *exposes duffle bag full of Camembert* Plagg: I take back everything I said about you Also huh, Alya just told Marinette she's losing it, now Plagg tells Adrien he's losing it...hmmm. Bob Roth is a horrible person and each time we see him, he does something else to show it. Poor Adrien's allergic to pigeons specifically. I guess he's okay with some birds but not others? Idk? But he told Gabriel it'd be doves, so he approved. But it turned out to be pigeons instead. To be fair, at least in the US, Mourning Doves are often mistaken as pigeons, at least where I live, so they'd make a decent substitute... if it wasn't for Adrien's allergy. Adrien in Gorizilla to Wayhem: If you stop following me around screaming, I think we could be good friends! Wayhem with Cardboard Cut-out Adrien in Mr. Pigeon 72: ADRIENNNNNNN! :/ Marinette has a bag full of everything she may need in all kinds of situations. Comes in handy but good grief girl! How do you lug that all around??? What kind of scenarios do you think up to think of

some of that stuff!? Marinette's so adorable in her bathing suit awwww! Dude. Bob Roth. He said he's allergic to pigeons! And you blame Mr. Ramier because Adrien sneezed and it scared the pigeon away? How is this man successful again? He doesn't listen to anything or anybody. Marinette's like hey Kagami, look at Adrien. You'll start liking him again. Do you feel your heart beating fast now? And she's like "I feel especially bad for the trainer (Mr. Ramier)". I mean same though. He's being treated horribly! x.x Next take, Adrien dives and he sees Marinette with Kagami. But I think he only saw Marinette. Because he says he thought he saw a friend from school (Kagami doesn't attend their school, just the fencing class, as far as we're aware) and also he makes no mention of Kagami at all in this episode. Which means...

Why's your jaw dropping at the sight of your "just a friend" in a bathing suit, Adrien? And, you know, Kagami's literally right there in a bathing suit, too. Just saying. But it's like she's not even there to him. Hmmmmm. Poor Kagami's like, this entire thing is embarrassing, I feel embarrassed for me, Adrien, and this situation. Kagami: Marinette, stop! It's getting crazy! Marinette: Love is crazy! Don't think about it! I love how the more Marinette tries to help Kagami, the more things are working out in Marinette's favor. Interesting, isn't it? The more she tries to tell Adrien her feelings and make opportunities for them, the more they fail. The more she tries to help Kagami, or someone else, the more opportunities for her land in her lap. Hahahahaha the way they both fall LOL "Marinette? 😮" *guilty smile* AND THEN THEY TAKE DOWN POOR EDGAR! :( Mr. Ramier's in the background giving the poor bird CPR as he's drowned and Marinette and Adrien are just casually talking not paying attention lolol "What are you doing here?" "I came to surprise you." Kind of, she was hoping to help Kagami get back with Adrien. So that's a kind of surprise! "Uh, well to relax!" True too, actually. Alya did send her off because she needed to get out of the house and relax from her Ladybug and Guardian duties. Marinette, everyone needs to be careful when at a pool. Clumsy people like you especially need to be careful! lol Good thing Adrien's already seen her fall so many times, it's nothing new lol Gabriel: It's a failure Bob Roth: It's not my fault, it's his! Mr. Ramier: You are under arrest! Edgar is my best friend. He's the most intelligent of the pigeons! Gabriel: It's a pigeon Bob Roth: WHAAAT? IT'S A PIGEON? RAMIER, YOU LIED TO ME. Sorry Gabriel, I'll replace this man! I know a shark trainer First off... LOL that whole scene XDD I actually knew Bob Roth was going to say that entire thing before I heard it lolol Second... awww Edgar's okay! c: and third... I'M SORRY, YOU WANT OUR PRECIOUS BOY TO BE AROUND SHARKS?!?!? Who keeps this man employed?!?! Idk why but this whole time I thought that everyone would turn into giant talking pigeons lol ah well "I realized my mistake! We'll recreate the moment where you fell in love!" ohhh? Like I mentioned earlier, whenever she tries to do something to help Kagami (or someone else) that's when her intentions work out best for her. 😉 One of my favorite things from Style Queen was Plagg and Ladybug working together. Now they're working together again and just... ahhhh I gushed so much at that scene! x3 YESSSSSSS what I've been waiting for! Ladybug can just call Alya now and be like hey, I need your help! And Alya can just be like okay cool, and either goes to her room to get the Miraculous herself, or finds her and gets the Miraculous. So cool! Of course, I'll be most excited if she ever gets to just keep it on her, but... baby steps. Rena did a phenomenal job speaking as both Ladybug and Chat Noir lol. She's such a fan of them both, she knows just how they are around each other. Oh, oh no. We're trapped against a wall by a few pigeons. Looks like our only option is to give up and remove our Miraculous and reveal our identities. Are you seriously buying that, Gabriel? Plagg's like HELLO I'll be taking this! Alya did everything from inside Marinette's room. Ladybug was trapped in that room at the pool the entire time. All it took for this akuma to be defeated was Illusion that can be done from anywhere and Plagg getting the object off Mr. Pigeon. That's amazing! Also, this is the first time Ladybug didn't have to actually see things around her to know what to do. She just focused and thought about it. o.o Okay so hold up. Thanks to Alya, Marinette now knows she can create charms to protect past akuma victims and keep them from getting reakumatized, which is wonderful. I love how much of an impact Alya knowing is having! BUT How exactly does Monsier Rat come about then if he has a charm to protect him??? 🤔🤔🤔 I really like how her drive to want to figure things out was

especially because Mr. Ramier's been akumatized so many times, and she wanted to help him from having to continue to go through that. "This girl is truly Miraculous" awww cute how he got to just watch that this time.

I screamed at this moment because I knew. Since Origins, we have not seen this exact sky. Even during rainy scenes like in Chat Blanc or New York, they didn't look like this. YES, Kagami knows that the way Marinette feels about Adrien shows how much she loves him, but she knows she doesn't feel that way about Adrien too. And "You're right, Adrien is perfect... perfect for you." With a smile and everything! Awwwwww! This acceptance, and the Marinette and Kagami friendship in this episode is really, really good! 😭 "Wow, have you kept it [the umbrella] all this time?" She sure wasn't expecting that!! But wow Adrien, you noticed? Then Coup de Foudre happens again. Yeah, this girl is never getting out of her feelings for him.

Of course she's having trouble with her words still, but that's okay. But she's like oh, I'll give it back, and he just pushes it to her and says she'll need it to get home... unless she'd like a ride with him. AND SHE ACTUALLY ACCEPTED AND WRAPPED HER ARM AROUND HIS OMG.

To then only have the umbrella close on BOTH of them!

AND THEN ASKS IF HE WANTS TO WALK INSTEAD BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE UMBRELLA! She's come so far! And the sheer disappointment when he remembers he can't because of his Chinese lesson :/ And then, because he can't not be looking at Marinette, he hits the back of his head on the car, making himself look silly, just like in Origins she made herself look silly. This time she laughs, and he laughs with her. And it's literally Umbrella Scene 2.0 and it's absolutely everything.

DORKS ❤️❤️❤️ "They are made for each other." awwwww instead of Master Fu, this time it's Kagami. And she sounds very okay with that, that's so nice. "Let's not wait for the storm to pass, but let's dance in the rain." Then proceeds to dance in the rain!

Ahhh what a refreshing, good episode after how much she's been struggling and crying! So lovely! Her friendships with Alya and Kagami were really strong in this episode, her doing her best to help her friend with the guy she herself has always liked, and then Kagami was the one that wasn't really into it, and it made both girls realize that Marinette loves Adrien and is the one best for him, not Kagami. And I'm pretty sure this episode helped Adrien to open his eyes to Marinette more too. At least, this is the beginning of that, anyway! Alya's such a tremendous help to Ladybug now, which is everything. I do wonder if more friends will very slowly start to find out her identity and they end up contributing more to bringing down Hawk Moth, so she really, really isn't alone like she once thought. I don't really have any complaints about this episode at all! Just a bit sad we had no actual Chat Noir, but we got Ladybug and Plagg from it, so it's fine with me! x3 I know some may see it as "Chat Noir isn't necessary, how dare they do this to him!" but no, he's very necessary, sometimes he just can't be there and she can't do it alone. You have to remember how much Chat Noir means to Ladybug, and that she wouldn't even BE Ladybug if it weren't for Chat Noir! I'm really curious now about what episode 5 is, since now we've gotten Episodes 1-4, 6, we're getting 7,8, and 13 later, and we've already gotten 11. Filling in the gaps for the first half of the season! This entire week is going to be crazy with the new episodes, and for each one I'll be writing one of these posts for, so be on the look out for them!

[wolfish-trickster]

Advent kisses

4/24

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 131

Summary: Instead of chocolates, kisses are going to be recieved everyday until Christmas.

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @modestlyabsurd @spaceyempress @thefridgeismybestie

You were finishing your puzzle. Loki was sitting criss-cross next to you on the carpet of your room. He was bent over those small colourful wooden pieces, his hair kept getting in his eyes. He angrily tossed it back for the fifth time in 2 minutes. You silently stood up and went to your bathroom, grabbed small box where you kept your hair ties and walked towards him. You opened the box as you sat close to him, your knees touching. You held out your hand with a heart-shaped red hair tie in the center of your palm. Loki looked up at you with a smirk. "Darling, does this mean you're in love with me?"

You opened your eyes. You were in your bed. There was no Loki. It was only a dream. You wrapped yourself in your blanket and looked over at alarm clock on your bedside table. Still too early to wake up. But you were thirsty and in no mood to fall asleep again. Still wrapped in your blanket you made your way to your bathroom, grabbed a cup of water and went for a walk around the tower. To clear your head.

'That was a very weird dream,' you thought to yourself as you were passing the library. You knew dreams sometimes overexaggerate little things that happened during the day but this was something else. You've never built puzzle with anyone but your family when you were little. You also don't own any heart-shaped hair ties. 'Maybe that dream is trying to tell me something, but what? The fact I' m in love with Loki?' you thought jokingly.

You stopped in your walk. It actually made sense. Butterflies in your stomach whenever he touched you, heat in your face whenever he looked at you and you caught him, and those kisses....

Three days, three kisses, always on different time of day and different place.

'Stop. You just woke up from a wierd dream, you can' t have weird thoughts too. Even though-'

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft melody. As if someone was playing a piano in the relaxation room. Bruce came up with it. So you could hang out there, take a nap or just relax after a stressful day.

It was just around the corner. The closer you got the louder the music sounded. You slowly peeked into the room. You saw Loki with his back facing you, fingers gliding on piano keys. He played beautifully. The music felt otherwordly, almost alien. 'It must be something from his home.'

You took slow steps towards him, careful not to startle him. Halfway through your journey towards him he ended the song and turned towards you. You stopped. "I'm sorry. I just woke up and couldn't sleep so I-" stop. You can' t ramble again. "-it doesn't matter. I heard someone playing and I wanted to know who it is. And now we're here. You play really beautiful."

Loki smiled at you. "Thank you my dear," he patted a place beside him, inviting you to sit down.

You did as he gestured, both of you sitting in front of the piano for few moments.

You decided to break the silence. "I didn't know you could play."

"Many people don't know these things,"Loki chuckled."Hey, why aren't you asleep? It's too early to get up."

"Just...... woke up, didn't want to go back to sleep."

Loki hummed. "Bad dream?"

"More like a weird dream. What about you?"

"I just wanted to play," he pressed few notes.

"Hmm, will you play me something, please?" you asked softly.

"Of course."

The tune was sweet and mellow. Lulling you. Your eyelids got heavier. 'Howaboutaquicknap?' But the nearest couch was sooooo far away. Loki's shoulder looks inviting. So you just dropped your head on Loki's shoulder, cuddling into his side.

Loki didn't stop playing. Instead he switched songs, leaving only one hand on piano keys. The other one made it's way around your shoulders, holding you close to him. His breathing matched yours. The song he chose was slow, romantic, delicate. You weren't fully asleep but not fully awake either.

Sun started to rise behind the curtains. Its light slightly illuminated the whole room, but kept enough shadow for you to continue your slumber. You felt Loki's whole body shift a little. He stopped playing. The hand that was previously producing the soft melody hugged you to him even closer than before. You heard his heartbeat. One steady beat after another, replacing the music you were falling asleep to moments ago. You felt his lips on the crown of your head. The kiss was long and sweet. You hummed against his chest. Loki chuckled. "Darling, I think it's time to wake up," he murmured against your hair.

You groaned. "Few more minutes of hugging please."

"Hehe, don't worry, we're not done with hugging for today."

After promised few more minutes of blissful cuddling the both of you headed to the kitchen.

"Would you like a tea?" Loki asked along the way.

"Hmmm, yes please," you were still sleepy.

As you were getting closer to the kitchen you heard noises. More like voices. Loud voices. It's friday, you had an off day and you really didn't want to start your lazy day with loud noises.

"Loki, can we go somewhere more quiet? I'm still a little sleepy and I don't want to deal with those idiots yet."

"Me neither my dear. But first," he held both of his hands in front of him, palms up. Two steaming mugs filled with tea appeared, one in each hand. He handed you one and started walking back to relaxation room with his free hand on your back.

You and him spent your morning wrapped in your blanket surrounded by pillows, drinking your tea and talking. Not just morning, the whole day actually. He magicked food for both of you throughout the day and the only time one of you left the other was to use bathroom.

When sun began to set you had an amazing idea. "Why don't we watch a movie? You know, to get into the christmas mood?"

"I've been told a lot of your traditional christmas movies aren't actually about Christmas. Rather some Tony Stark wannabe dressing as bat or a child torturing burglars with booby traps."

"Not all of them though, there's this one called Edward Scissorhands. Not really a christmas movie, but I watched it as a child around this time of a year. Brings back good memmories."

Loki smiled lovingly at you, waved his hand and your laptop appeared in your lap."Let's watch this movie then, shall we?"

A/N: I really had a dream like that (with a hair tie, not the whole fic unfortunately) when I woke up I was like 'okaaaay gonna use this for a fic.' And here it is😂