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coralinnii · 1 year ago

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❋ You said what now? ❋

↳ He accidentally found out your feelings

feat: Ruggie ⭑ Chenya ⭑ Lilia ⭑ Epel

genre: fluff (uhh for the most part), humour,

note: no pronouns used with the reader, no explicit spoilers for book 7 in Lilia’s section, reader is referred as human in Lilia’s section, reader is implied to be a first year in Epel’s section, bad cat-related wording in Chenya’s section

Fun fact: while not obvious in the English translation, if you listen to Chenya’s Japanese voice lines, he likes to say “nya” at the end of his sentences.

Will I keep that fact in mind anytime Chenya pops up? Absolutely.

Also, I just started my college classes again last week (which is why I didn’t post last week). All of my classes are dense with text and quizzes so…I need to study real hard which will most likely eat up my time for writing. Good ol’ inconsistent me~

Although, I’m taking History and we focus a bit on the age of nobility and old kingdoms…so maybe some inspiration for my villain/ess!au series (or maybe not cuz history is weirder than one thinks…)

How it happened

Perhaps a little sneaky, Ruggie is someone reliable, resourceful, and fun to be around. You started to fall for him and even that sneaky side of his became endearing to you.

But bigger, financial priorities occupy the hyena beastman’s mind more than anything else. Unless he can make a madol from it or get a freebie, his interest in anything else is seemingly non-existent. It was rather easy to keep your feelings to yourself when the topic of love rarely, if ever, comes up.

So it came to a surprise to you when the shaggy-haired sophomore mentioned his coworkers at a part-time job he picked up in town.

He started ranting about how a duo at his workplace started an unlikely relationship a few days ago. According to him, the two were from two different worlds and didn’t appear to be either of their types.

“Doesn’t make any sense if you ask me” he mumbled, scratching his fluffy head by the sudden revelation at his job.

You nodded and hummed as he recounted his workday with you, but in all honesty, you didn’t share his confusion over the so-called sudden pairing. By the way Ruggie described the couple, it does sound like their personalities wouldn’t mesh well and would theoretically clash too much for anything to bloom between them.

But attraction follows no simple formula. No one can stop themselves from falling for someone. You yourself were an example.

“Love is never predictable, Ruggie.” you commented without thinking, perhaps too distracted by the cute love story of Ruggie’s coworkers or it could be that you’re drowning in the warm feelings from being so close to your crush that your mouth is running too comfortably on its own. “I mean, I never thought you were my type but I still ended up-“

You shut your mouth before you could finish but looking at the wide-eyed expression on Ruggie’s face, the effort was moot.

“You still ended up?”

…Shoot.

What happens now?

Colour him shocked. Ruggie never entertained the idea that you would like him, out of all people.

He could’ve pretended not to figure it out, or convince himself that it was a misunderstanding. But he knew when he saw your flustered embarrassment and your cute stuttering trying to come up with an excuse, there was no misunderstanding. You like him.

Ruggie has a good amount of ego and he wouldn’t downplay his boyish good looks (odds are it got him out of a few close calls), but in a school of celebrities, royalty, and guys with money coming out the wazoo? He knows when he’s outmatched.

To be honest, his brain froze for a moment at your slip up. He clutched his heart which stuttered out of beat, his ears and tail stood in attention like a meerkat. Jack was worried watching his upperclassman in such a daze while folding laundry, heck it even got Leona raising a brow over the uncharacteristic clocked out look on his shorter dormmate.

But, Ruggie is a workaholic hyena. Always planning his way to work up the ladder to earn some good madol. Even if he likes the idea of making a family of his own, romance wasn’t in his peripheral vision at the moment. Not while he’s working multiple jobs at once. He would honestly feel a little bad because he knows he’ll end up ignoring any poor soul stuck with him.

As bad as it is, he might at first think to pretend he heard nothing about your feelings. He couldn’t bring himself to make you go through that, to be in a relationship where work takes precedence over you.

But then he thought it wouldn’t be so bad…snuggling up to you during one of his rare free time. Maybe you’re the type to surprise him with lunch and he could rest on your lap while you brush his hair. Would you maybe rub his sore muscles after an arduous club training session? Having boyfriend privileges means no one can complain when he slides up to your side, keeping your attention to himself without having to share…

Screw it, he’ll figure something out. He’s a greedy hyena through and through

Shyeheehee! Better be ready for what you’re asking for. Once I’ve set my eyes on something, I’m not lettin’ it get away!

How it happened

This man is a literal magic trick, appearing and disappearing to revel in the shock of his unsuspecting audience. As elusive as he is, the times he does show up brings a shock of joy and excitement to you.

It seems that the purple-haired student has made it a habit to join the Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties from time to time, enjoying the occasional chaos and keeping you company to your conflicted delight.

You didn’t know why but Chenya made it his mission to fluster you every chance he gets, with cheeky comments and sly touches as he leads you away from incoming mishaps such as a stray splash of paint or a flying slice of cake. You don’t know why but the cat-like menace has taken a shine to teasing you out of the blue. Sometimes he would suddenly whisper nonsensical riddles into your ear, or tap your shoulder to then poke your cheek as you turn. Small silly pranks that should annoy you but your body becomes filled with butterflies when he smiles that charming grin at you.

How maddening, you thought as you fell for another sneaky surprise from the impish beastman. Once again, Chenya appeared right behind you, smiling just over your shoulder which gave you and your friends a fright (for different reasons) to which he took pleasure in, judging from the mischievous grin on his lips.

Your shouting caught the attention of the other Heartslabyul students and recognizing the white jacket and castle emblem, their eyes boiled with competitive rage. An RSA student? On Night Raven territory?!

“Ah, looks like fun time is over. I’ll just show meowself out~” and like a mirage, Chenya’s figure disappeared as the NRC students failed to catch even a strand of his fur. Not even when he took a second longer to fade out just so he could teasingly tickle the tip of your nose with his fluffy striped tail.

The students kept on making a fuss, eager to teach the mischief maker a lesson for trespassing on rival territory. You sighed at the wasteful effort, assuming that Chenya would be smart enough to have left long ago.

“Why must my crush be such a frustrating person?” Angry hollers and Riddle’s commanding cease-and-desist orders overwhelmed your tired voice, and your soft words ended up softly carried off into the wind.

But your words caught the interest of a curious ear before it disappeared.

What happens now?

Curiouser and curiouser. He was not expecting such a confession. Though to be fair, he supposed you didn’t mean for anyone to hear it.

Chenya found joy being in your company. The shock in your bright eyes followed by your cute laugh sends a warm, giddy feeling in his heart that he just could not stop. He had a feeling he knew what these feelings could be but he was content with what he could get in the rare moments he can see you.

But now, when he realized what your cute reactions meant? That sends whole new exciting feelings within him. It’s fuzzy and warm as usual, but now also shocking and thrilling. The sneaky beastman is grinning for more than one reason now.

He won’t immediately confess back. Considering this wonderful predicament where you don’t know he knows of your affections, his playful nature compels him to milk the fun of this situation for all its worth.

If you thought his cheeky antics were bad enough, you haven’t seen his flirty side till now. Playful taps on the shoulders become sneaky grabs by the waist, and just when you think he’s gone, his signature grin would grace your vision as he fades into view, a little too close to your own face. Sometimes when he feels emboldened, Chenya would sweep you off your feet for a spontaneous walk along the sweet breeze.

When you’re finally at your wit’s end, when all his teasing and heart-fluttering gestures fills you to the point of combusting in flustered frustration, that’s when he’ll finally tell you his reciprocated feelings, perhaps while stealing a quick kiss when you least suspect it. All to see that terribly adorable look on your pretty face.

Every adventure requires a first step. I’m excited to see where we’ll go together from meow on~

How it happened

See, you thought he already knew. You swore he did. Why else would he tease you so much with his sweet compliments and flirty jokes? The mysterious senior spoke to you as though you were a naive child crushing on their older peer, which you supposed wasn’t entirely wrong.

The way he treated you with so much care and love that you wondered if he already suspected of your feelings and was being considerate to you. He listens to your rambles as though he has all the time in the world for you, compliments you on your achievements as though he’s genuinely proud of your hard work, and he jokes with you with that boyish charm of his. But the scarlet-eyed fae never pursued further with advances with you, which made you think that perhaps this was just who Lilia was, a strange but friendly man, unwilling to hurt your feelings. Were you grasping at straws and misconstruing his intentions?

With a heavy heart, you tried your best to give up your hopes but maintained a cordial bond with Lilia, not wanting to avoid the jovial fae so suddenly (well, without having to explain why anyways)

But one day, when you were walking with the smiling senior, he started talking about a souvenir shirt that Kalim had given him during their club meeting. It was a shirt patterned erratically with various colours and pictures of tiny bats littered about. It was an eccentric visual of fabric but it strangely fits the equally eccentric man.

“What are your thoughts? Would I not look absolutely adorable in this?” Lilia asked, holding the shirt in front in his uniform with a boyish smile, his fangs peeking out slightly. But you rolled your eyes as you sighed exasperated by this man’s antics.

“Don’t you think that’s unfair for you to ask me?” You looked at him with a pout, somewhat irritated at the mature fae you’re trying to get over. “Of course I’d said you would, considering how much I like you”

For a rare moment, Lilia turned wide-eyed at your words. “Pardon? Do you by chance… harbour feelings for me?”

Turns out, he didn’t know at all

What happens now?

Guess you can still surprise this old man. He had his suspicions but for all he knew that was how the youth were these days. He was fond of your shy expressions whenever he was around and he could hear the quickening of your heartbeat, but he didn’t want to assume. Perhaps you were just more on the skittish side.

In the centuries he lived, he saw love in many forms. In the recent centuries he lived, he got to experience some of those forms of love he’s seen, with the pain and joy that comes with it. To him, it couldn’t ask for more as he lives out the last few centuries he has left.

You however, were still vibrant like a freshly bloomed flower in its prime. Was that why he just couldn’t take his eyes off you? He couldn’t help but watch in admiration as you lived with almost enviable vigour. He felt pulled, entranced to be by your side for even just a moment, just to see that beautiful gleam of life (and love, he realized) in your eyes.

But Lilia felt a beat of guilt in his heart. Your life is so short in comparison to his own. You should be sharing your youth with someone as brilliant as yourself, not pining over an old soul like himself. Humans are fickle creatures but he supposed with such short lives, it’s best to be curious and experience all one can without regrets.

He would be honest with you, sharing his thoughts with you as though warning that your affections were better spent with someone that suited you better. It would be up to you to convince the stubborn fae that he was your choice, that you already decided he suited you just fine. All you’re asking from him is if he shared the same feelings as you did.

“I may have tried to get rid of my feelings before, but I’m choosing not to run away this time,” in your eyes, Lilia sees that same vibrant gleam that mesmerized him, almost breathing a new sense of life into him. “All I ask is if you feel the same way”

And he does. He’s lying to himself if he hasn't thought of a life with you where he could steal surprise kisses throughout the day, where he could bring you to soar through the night skies as he takes you to explore the world with him. He imagines a life of silliness but also a life of blissful content as he gazes at you like a beacon of light in his life, a new reason to live a bit longer.

Lilia feels ensnared by love once more, but the burning warmth in his soul is just too invigorating. He’s looking forward to this new chapter in his life, with you.

I do hope you’ve prepared yourself, my dear. Eternal love with a fae should not be taken lightly. But rest assured, I look forward to our new adventure

How it happened

You were Epel’s close friend and confidant, someone who he can share his achievements and woes with. Being so new to the college, the two of you depend on each other through thick or thin and along the way, you grew to see the lavender-haired freshman as more than just a companion.

He has a bit of a temper and is quick to the jump at times, but he was always there for you and even though he doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with them at times, he respects his seniors and takes their lessons to heart.

When he talks about how much he dislikes his height or his feminine features, you nodded along for his sake but you couldn’t tell him that you were actually in disagreement. You adore his fluffy locks that you occasionally got to touch with his permission and his light blue eyes felt like calming waves of the purest lake. Epel constantly swore to you that he’ll have his growth spurt and will even tower Leona in height, but you like how you could hold him close to you without issue.

You love all that he is, even if he’s not too keen on some parts himself

But you kept this all to yourself. You thought Epel had other priorities on his mind and you were scared that confessing would ruin the friendship you’d built with him. For now, you were content to be by his side for however long you can.

You were dead tired during a particularly harsh Flying class with Coach Vargas and you were barely conscious enough to keep your eyes open. It took everything you had to just nod along to whatever Epel was saying, something about some Savanaclaw students?

“Who they think they are, callin’ me cute like that? I outta rip off their yapper for underestimatin’ me.” You weren’t helping his point when you thought how cute his accent was as he grumbled about his day. You were falling in and out of consciousness but thought you should at least reply back to your friend…anything at all…

“I’m sorry…that happened…even though…I think…you’re really cute…”

You were already out cold to notice your friend frozen in place as you finished your drowsy comment, your head landing on his stiff shoulders.

What happens now?

ALDFIUAHLBWAIGLH

Congratulations, you broke your friend and you don’t even remember it. When you woke up, you couldn’t figure out why Epel was as bright red as his hometown’s apples. Epel couldn’t even bring it up without getting too tongue-tied, his accent sputtering out incomprehensible words.

The blue-eyed freshman was raking his brain for an explanation. You thought he was cute…really cute to be precise, but what does that mean? Did you like him? As in like-like him? Is it normal for non-countryside folk to just say something like that? But most students around here tend to mean it like an insult but you weren’t like them, you would never do that to him. So what did you mean by it??

Left without a choice, Epel thought about who he could ask about this, maybe one of his seniors. But he immediately reconsidered when he realized who his seniors were (Vil and Rook will never let this go and there’s no way Leona would entertain this conversation) and turned to the only adult he can trust, his meemaw.

In his letter, he asked his grandma what it means when someone you cherish calls you cute (not mentioning who) and after a few days of fidgeting and awkward encounters with very confused you, he finally got an answer from her.

“STOP SITTIN’ ON YOUR KEISTER TWIDDLIN’ ‘ER THUMBS! GO AND ASK, DAGNABBIT!”

And that’s how you were confronted by a flustered Epel about your cute comment one random school day. To be fair, you probably didn’t fare any better when you realized you let your thoughts slip out.

You may have confessed your attraction to him but Epel can still be the first to make the first move. Relationships and dating are all new to the petite freshman and honestly he felt a little weak in the knees, all the nerves wracking his body like his first broom ride. But the past few days, he couldn’t stop thinking about being with you, sweeping you off your feet, impressing you the only way he can, to have your eyes solely on him like he does when you’re around. Heck, he thought what it’d be like to grow old with you, holding you like no one else can as you spend day and night by each other’s side. All these thoughts and more is what spur him to take the next step.

I ain’t too great on love and romance, but I’ll work hard to show ya how much ya mean to me. I promise that!

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bits-and-babs · 2 years ago

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✰ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 - 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 ‘𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓’ 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

↳ summary: prompt: “This is just a hookup." "I know." — Fed up of your antics, Simon gives you a time and place.

↳ pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader (Delta)

↳ [1k] content: 18+ MDNI. reference to interrogation/violence/torture, sensory deprivation (pitch black), power imbalance, references to masturbation and voyeurism, finger sucking, gagging, against a wall, p in v sex, unprotecte- i know, I’ve got issues.

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Skittering chills crawl up your vertebrae as you wait impatiently. The shipping container previously used as an interrogation chamber didn’t make for the cosiest spot, but Ghost hadn’t left much room for argument when he’d informed you of the rendezvous point.

“Container 12, 11 pm.”

He’d delivered it with authority, that barking order that rang out over the coms when bullets whizzed by your ears. Who were you to deny Lieutenant Simon Riley? Refusal equated to insubordination— you couldn’t have him thinking you’re undisciplined.

Casting your eyes over the inside of the container, you grind your teeth together. Dried, rusty-coloured flakes of blood peel from the metal ridges of the walls, and a chair lies discarded on its side in the corner. Standing here alone is unnerving, though you’d never admit it. Perhaps that’s what Simon had in mind- a test of endurance. He was late for the meeting by around five minutes; surely there was no other explanation?

It’s only as you begin to settle into reluctant resignation that the creaking door of the container screeches, pushed forward. You’re, admittedly, relieved to see him. Golden flood-lamp light spills across the floor, haloing Simon’s hulking frame before he shoves the door closed again.

“Lieutenant,” you address him by rank, squinting in the darkness but keeping your voice as steady as you can muster. It’s pitch black, but you’re almost convinced you can see his ghoulish mask sneering at you in the darkness. “You’re late-“

“You’re early,” his gruff voice cuts through the blackness. It sounds odd, the bluntness of the Mancunian accent bouncing off your eardrums. He also appears closer than you realised, his voice abnormally loud for the distance you assumed lay between you.

They were right; he really did move like a spectre.

“You needed me, Sir?” You query, but the words seem to shrivel and die in your throat when a gloved palm settles across your chin, tilting your head up.

“Don’t think so,” he answers, his warm breath fanning over your face. There’s amusement flirting with his tone— only slight, but with your senses on overdrive, it rings in your ears like he’s set off a gun beside your temple. “Think you need me.”

Heat burns beneath your skin, but you grit your teeth and steel yourself against the shock of Simon fucking Riley making such an astute observation.

“Sir?”

“Don’t play coy,” his tone is flat, words slightly muffled as though he had something in his mouth, “Think I don’t hear you? Always moanin’ my name when I’m on watch.”

He’s walking you backwards, stopping his advancement only when your back hits the cold metal of the wall.

You don’t have a chance to dispute his damning point, his naked fingers pushing past the plush of your lips and pressing against your tongue. It’s as though your body falls in line immediately, following his silent orders like a good little soldier. You trace his fingertips with the tip of your tongue, sucking on the length of them as he hums.

“Always raisin’ your voice, hopin’ I’ll hear you. You want me to join you? That it?” He asks, his monotonous accent pooling deep in your abdomen as he continues to call you out for your reckless behaviour. Any of 141 could have overheard.

You open your mouth to speak around his digits, but Simon preempts your pathetic attempt to make an excuse. He pushes his fingers in until his knuckles brush your lips, halfway down your throat. You gag around the intrusion, hand grasping at the bulletproof vest Ghost still wore after returning from his latest mission.

“Fuckin’ dirty girl,” he groans over the filthy sound of your chokes. You can hear the clinking metal of a belt in the darkness, the rustle of khaki fabric and the rip of a zipper. “If I give you what you want, are you gonna stop those pathetic little whines?”

God, it’s ridiculous. You practically trip over yourself to nod the affirmative to his question. Muffled swears rumble in Simon’s chest, intelligible despite the close proximity. You’re already scrambling to pull down your cargos; embarrassment soothed only by the blackness that swallows and shrouds you both.

Ghost grunts softly, pulling his saliva-soaked digits from your mouth. The disappointment of feeling empty doesn’t last very long, his drenched fingers brushing over your pussy lips and plunging deep inside you without warning.

“Fuck,” he practically spits at the squelching sound of your cunt swallowing his fingers. You gasp loudly as he curls them back, brushing against your walls and coaxing a sensitive spot that ripples bliss through your core. “This— This is just a hookup.”

You nod over and over, probably looking like those stupid Churchill-Dog bobbleheads he’d see in taxis at home, babbling the same words over and over as he teases that mind-melting spot inside you that has your thighs trembling; “I know, I know, IknowIknowIkno-“

You feel it before you hear it, the huff of breath before the rumbling growl of dying resolve. A large, bruising hand grabs your thigh and hoists it over Ghosts’ hip. The position settles for only a moment, your tight, orgasm-teased muscles just creaking at the sudden change before Simon’s cock sinks into your dripping core.

The wail of bliss ricochets off the metal walls of the cargo container. Ghost is quick to press his naked palm to your mouth, suppressing your pathetic little mewls as he inches inside of you. You can hear his haggard breaths, can feel the ebb and flow of his exhales as he presses his masked forehead against your own.

“Hoh- Fuck-“ Simon groans out, only slightly rocking into you once he settles balls deep. It’s barely there, but the gentle thrusts have you clawing at his sleeves. Your eyes roll back, his pubic bone grinding just right against your needy clit.

“This is just a hookup-“ Simon insists through gritted teeth, but as a shaky moan falls from his mouth when he begins to thrust into your tight, wet heat forcefully, you start to wonder if he’s attempting to convince you of himself.

You realise he’s losing that battle when he spills inside you with a gasp of your name, quickly followed by an almost desperate ‘just one more-‘

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whiskey-bumblebee · 1 year ago

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Uptown Girl (part two)

Pairing: dbf!Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Accessibility/Diversity notes: 99% gender neutral, but one use of 'she' for reader. Reader can swim.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Implied (public) sex, smut, dbf!hotch (reader is an adult).

A/N: The daybed I'm imagining is like this

Tagging: @ssamorganhotchner @hausofwhores <3

"Slow down," You breathe.

"Sorry, sorry," Hotch replies.

When he pulls away from you, his lips are puffy, his hair is mussed, and the collar of his polo is completely off-centre. You smile and run your fingers through his hair affectionately, smoothing it flat again.

"Pretty boy," You murmur, and he blushes under your attention.

"Do you want to swim?"

You eye the pool behind Aaron's head. It looks inviting, the blue almost as nice as the Caribbean. Almost. The pool floatie also looks inviting, and that's when you realize that you're looking for an excuse.

Aaron shuffles slightly up the daybed, until his hips are between your legs, rather than his face. You run your fingertips over his bare shoulders, taking in each freckle atop his skin. Thanks to the warm weather, and your afternoon in the sun, his skin was warm, and seemed to be taking on a bit of colour.

"If I'm doing a bad job, you can tell me," He kisses your neck affectionately, trailing kisses over your chest.

You laugh. "No, not at all. I just wanted to talk."

The gauzy white curtains flap in the breeze, sending cool air over your bodies.

He rolls off your body and relaxes on the sheets beside you. You bite your lip as your eyes rake over his body. He's shirtless, a sheen of sweat over his skin, and his jeans are hanging low on his hips. It's with a pang of guilt that you notice his prominent erection. He notices you noticing him, and reaches for one of the many throw pillows on the bed.

You laugh as he moves the pillow in front of his hips, obscuring your view.

"Damn, you're tempting," You sigh. "And you're good. I just don't know if I can come in public."

You gesture around your pool area, which is, of course, empty. Having sex in the open air is erotic, yes, but it's also cast a shadow of self-consciousness over you. Your neighbours are miles away, but you never know who might be testing a new drone, or whether one particularly loud moan might carry through the summer air to some unwitting person's ears.

"What did you want to talk about?"

You bite your lip again, nudging at the throw cushion which he's still holding in place. Hotch laughs, but holds firm.

"C'mon, talk to me. I promise I'll make love to you later." There's a boyish grin on his face, but that doesn't stop your stomach from dropping at his words.

Practiced as ever, you plaster on the wild child smile. You slip away from Aaron and dive into the pool. Aaron chases you, which you know without even having to look. Sure enough, once you surface, you see the ripples from his splash radiating to the edges of the pool, and you watch as his body glides towards you, under the water.

He runs his hands up your calves, then your thighs, settling on your hips as he swims to the surface. He doesn't even have to ask; as soon as his head pops out of the water, you brush his hair back so he can see.

He smiles at the gesture as he opens his eyes, keeping his hands firmly on your hips.

"You're avoiding me."

"You've been giving me head for the last ten minutes," You hold your grin in place, but it's starting to falter. "We have different definitions of avoidance."

He says your name slowly, and your grin finally fades. Your mouth falls into a frown, and his expression quickly matches yours.

"Hey," He says, rubbing his thumbs in circles.

"I don't think I can look at you and say the things I need to say," You breathe, dropping your hands over his.

He nods, and swims over to the stairs in the shallow end. He takes a seat roughly in the middle, so that his chest is above the water, but the rest of his body is submerged. Propping his elbow on the edge, he rests the side of his head against his hand.

You slip onto a floatie, lying on your back and pulling your sunglasses over your face so you can look at the sky comfortably. The sun immediately undoes the cooling effect of the water.

"I'm listening," He says, and you're not sure whether you're hearing his dad voice or his profiler voice. It seems too gentle to be interrogative, but there's an edge of seriousness.

"So, you came over," You start, unsure exactly how to phrase your thoughts.

"I did," He replies.

"And I'm really glad, and I'd like you to stay, as long as you can. And I really," You can't help but laugh. "I really would like you to make love to me, if this doesn't completely kill the vibe."

You take a deep breath, dropping one of your hands into the water so you can run your fingers through it.

"But it's only because I made up an excuse."

"It isn't," He interjects. "I'm here because I was desperate to see you. You know that. I missed you while you were in New York."

You sigh.

"I want you... I want you to be here because you want to be here. Not because I called and you came."

He says your name again, dragging out the last syllable.

"Aaron," You reply before he can interrupt again, and you take another deep breath, steadying yourself. "I want you to be here because… Because you love me."

The silence is so long, so excruciating, that you slip back into the water so you can stare at him and read his expression. You've drifted to the deep end of the pool without realizing, and you swim over to the nearest edge so you don't have to tread water. It's completely unintentional, but all of a sudden, the pool's entire length is between you and Aaron.

You stare at him. He's staring off to his right, his fingers threaded through his hair. It's still silent, and even the sound of the water lapping at the pool's walls has ceased. You resolve not to say anything until he does. You've played your cards. If he doesn't like them, he can fold.

He looks over at you, and the expression on his face is something you don't know how to read. It's not one you've ever seen before, and for a second you're angry at yourself, knowing that your poker face is thin. Anyone could read you: desperate for his affection, on the verge of tears, like a dog waiting at the front door after a long day. And because it's Aaron, you might as well have hired a skywriter to spell out the words above you both: I love you. I love you, I love you. Please love me back. I don't know what I'll do if you don't love me back.

For a few more painful, long, minutes, he just stares at you. You hold his gaze and map his features, trying to make sense of them. His lips are pressed together, although not so tightly that it's his tell for repressing a spiteful comment. His jaw is fixed, but all of the times you've seen him in profiler mode, it has been. The typically hard line of his brow is soft. His eyes are marginally wider than usual. His head is normally inclined slightly forward, a result of sitting hunched over a desk for so long, but also, you know, a way of making his features appear sharper, harsher. When he tips his head forward and makes eye contact from under his brows, anyone will confess anything to him. He's never used that look with you, and this is no exception. You note that his head is in a neutral position, even tipped slightly back.

You don't need to be a profiler to know that it's a vulnerable expression for him. He's outside of his shielded norm, and the head tilt, with its many meanings, also has the practical effect of baring his throat to you. Okay, you think. There's a vulnerability here, but I knew that already.

"Come here," He says, finally.

The silence has been so long that you almost think you're imagining his words, which isn't helped by the fact that he said them quietly. But he's looking at you expectantly, so you paddle slowly over. You leave a slight distance between you, but it's shallow enough that you can comfortably stand.

"Is that what this is about? You need me to tell you that I love you?"

You nod, uncomfortable at the way he's phrased it, but you know that it's true nonetheless.

"What's your expression?" You ask. Even if this goes terribly, you want to memorize it. If this is the last way you'll ever see his face, you want to file it away forever.

Your question prompts a change; he looks surprised. At least you can recognize that one.

"My expression?"

You nod gingerly.

He stands up and walks towards you, closing the distance.

"This is what it looks like when a man is watching the love of his life beg for something she's always had."

It takes a minute for his words to sink in, but as soon as you've processed them, you smile so widely that an ache sets in. Hot tears spill over your cheeks, liquid relief overflowing.

He wraps his arms around you, and you rest your face against his shoulder, your nose turned into his neck.

You can't help it, and you laugh even as you're crying.

Aaron strokes your back, holding you close as your emotions work their way out of your system.

As you calm down, he starts to sway the two of you side-to-side. You rest your right hand against his chest, and he keeps his arms wrapped around you.

There's nothing you can say that will rival what he's just said, so you're happy to stand in silence.

He takes your chin in his hand and guides your face towards his. It's like you're kissing him for the first time, and for a moment, you just stay an inch apart, watching him look at your lips. You share breath like it's the most natural thing in the world. You close your eyes and feel his lips against yours: slow, soft, reserved. It's a kiss with no ulterior motive than to be shared, passed back and forth between you like a cigarette.

When you finish, Aaron's hand is cupping the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek.

"I'm getting cold," You murmur.

He nods, and presses his lips to yours for one last, short kiss.

He leaves you standing in the pool, watching as he walks over to the daybed, retrieving your towels, long-abandoned. He nods for you to get out of the pool, and you practically float up the steps.

It's with all the tenderness in the world that he wraps a towel around your shoulders, and your hand brushes his as you take hold of the corners, keeping it in place.

He takes your free hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently, then leads you to the house.

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #fanfic #criminal minds #hotch #aaron hotchner #hotch smut #my writing #self insert

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moonstruck-poet · 1 year ago

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Pairing - Ben Barnes x reader!

Summary - hey! I hope you're doing good. I had a request for ben barnes. so the reader and ben (both actors) have been friends for a long time and ben always liked the reader but the reader was dating someone else. when they broke up ben was there to get through it and slowly the reader also realizes that she like ben too.

Warnings - heartbreak

I really hope you like it anon! So sorry for the wait and tysm for your amazing request<33

You were a dreamer, in search of your dream.

"Here! Look here please!" The numerous cameras flashed as you tried your best to look at every single one of them, smiling widely and hopefully striking a nice pose.

"I swear I'm gonna be blind till I'm 40," James spoke from beside you, tightening his hold on your waist.

You chuckled at his statement, "You'll have me with the similar condition beside you, don't you worry".

But the nervous smile he gave escaped your observant eyes as you were too busy paying attention to the reporters.

"Let's get out of here," you murmured and he nodded, following your lead as you moved to a much quieter and slightly less crowded area. "Much better now".

"Oh definitely," he leaned against a wall and you moved in closer, your hands travelling up to his shoulders as you gently kissed his cheek. "You were awesome out there, I don't think I can ever handle such attention".

"You get used to it with time," you smiled and your eyes caught movement making you turn to see your best friend walking towards you, hands in his pocket and a poker expression on his face.

"He probably hasn't even seen us yet," James said and you agreed.

"I'll just so and say hi to him quickly, yeah?" You excused yourself and he nodded immediately, taking a step back.

"Of course! Go on".

Your smile widened the closer you got to your best friend, taking in his gorgeous look. From the crisp white shirt tucked into ironed black trousers, and topped off with a similar blazer and tie, he looked sharp.

You noticed the exact moment his eyes caught yours amidst the many people and how they softened instantly, a warm glow spreading across his previously detached face. And your heart felt heavy and giddy as you quickly closed the gap.

"Hey!" You greeted first, an ecstatic grin on your face which he seemed to mirror.

"Hello," he replied simply, taking a tiny step closer as his obsidian eyes hungrily scanned your features.

They moved from your beautifully lined eyes, down to the blood-red colour of your lips and back again, seeing the sparkle in them that he longed for every single day. And involuntarily, he couldn't help but take another step towards you.

'Christ,' he whispered in his mind as his loving gaze caressed your figure. 'She's so beautiful,' he thought and an adoring, tiny smile was visible on his face.

The gorgeous dress that you wore just added more to your natural beauty, it was an off-shoulder gown that went down to your heels, making you look like a princess.

He was so taken with searching your face that he failed to process your words and you had to snap your fingers to jolt him back.

"Sorry what'd you say?" He shook his head slightly and focused on your speech.

A small frown was on your lips, "Are you okay? You seem a little closed off?"

"I.." He began, mind racing to find a suitable answer that could satisfy your concern, but at the same time he knew he couldn't get away with lying to you, you simply knew him too well for that.

"I'm tired," he said at last. Thinking that it was the safest reply he could give without telling on himself about his predicaments.

"Anything in particular?" You asked softly.

'Yes,' he wanted to say. 'You'. But of course he didn't. Rather, he couldn't.

"Just the stress of attending countless interviews, I guess. Haven't been able to get a proper rest in days".

You sighed sympathetically and brought him in a warm embrace, understanding that he needed it more than ever. Your hand instinctively ran through his soft hair, smoothing it down comfortingly.

Ben on the other hand felt as though he had reached heaven at your actions. He let out a deep sigh, feeling his tense shoulders lighten before wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You know you can talk to me about anything at any given point of time, right?" You asked softly, not pulling away.

"Mhmm," he mumbled, gripping you tighter without even realising it. He cherished such moments, knowing it was as close as he could ever come.

But then you backed off, making his heart sink a little. What was he even expecting? Of course you weren't going to let him be in your arms forever.

He was not yours.

And you were not his.

And he bit back the pain that slowly seeped into his soul like poison itself. His pleasant expression dropped at seeing James enter the conversation and step right beside you. He swallowed upon seeing the twinkle in your eye, the way they seemed to brighten the moment you spotted your boyfriend.

But little did he know, that sparkle was there whenever he came into your sight too.

"Having a good night so far, Ben?" James asked politely and extended his palm for a handshake.

The man in question shook himself out of his stupor and they shook hands, "Yes, everything's going quite well".

"Join us for dinner?" You asked with a smile while his hands watched the way yours intertwined with James and unknowingly his jaw clenched.

"Yeah you can invite some friends of yours too, we don't mind".

But Ben shook his head, "No I'll- I'll probably head home soon, you two go and enjoy," he gave a rather forced smile and you frowned.

"Ben?" You began, wanting to ask him exactly what was troubling his mind because you were certainly not satisfied with his previous answer.

But he interrupted you by stepping back with every word of his that he uttered next, "No no don't worry about me, you go out and dine in some fancy restaurant, maybe bribe James for your favorite ice-cream," he grinned, his lips feeling artificial as he did so.

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It was a whirlwind of emotions in your brain at the moment, everything so scattered around that it was physically starting to hurt.

You should've seen it though, should've noticed the signs a lot earlier. Only if you hadn't been wearing a blindfold that was already stained red, too bad that your eyes were fully closed.

You were a stranger to breakups, never before having such a serious relationship with anyone. You had obviously heard all about them, but were yet to experience one. And you feared that you were bound to feel it for yourself soon enough.

James had been detatched from a long time, never initiating any moments of intimacy himself and always keeping it short whenever you were the one to start.

You cursed yourself, hating your idiotic, gullible mind so much for simply brushing it off, thinking maybe he was having a problem. Not once did you consider bringing it up because he was just so loving at times. But it was all platonic, something that you mistook for adoration instead.

But now that some force had finally knocked sense into you, you had at last brought up the inevitable topic. And it had led to the present situation.

There he was, the so called love of your life sitting right opposite you on the sofa, holding both of your hands in his and trying to break the news as gently as possible.

"I'm sorry," James whispered, bowing his head down. Probably to avoid looking at your disturbed features, you thought immediately.

"It's me who should be sorry," you apologised, not even understanding the reason for doing so. It just felt the right thing to do at the moment as your mind had gone completely blank.

"Hey no," he shut you instantly, shaking his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. It- It's all me".

You nodded, your heart feeling numb now as you turned your gaze towards one of the photoframes decorating the wall. It was taken during your earlier dates with him. Gosh you looked so in love.

Your throat burned upon seeing the evident affection in not just yours, but his eyes too. But then, how could it diminish just like that Many answers crossed your mind, almost all of them pointing yourself out as the actual problem.

"Say something please," he urged, his voice filled with genuine sadness

"What am I supposed to say, James?" You chuckled lowly, "Other than the fact that I still love you with all of my heart?"

He winced, your words wedging into his chest, inflicting deep wounds. He wanted, or had atleast hoped it to be easier but who was he even kidding. Of course it was supposed to be difficult, you had loved each other for God's sake.

And how was someone expected to react when their partner told them, right to their face that, 'I don't love you anymore?'

"I'm so sorry, Christ I'm so sorry," he pressed his forehead against the back of your hand and you felt him crying.

And despite the terrible, devastating heartbreak, you still hated to see him cry. He was such a good man that despite his confessions, you still cared, as strongly as you had done before.

"It's not your fault, James," you said after gathering your thoughts. "I'm- I'm actually glad that you told me up front. No no I am-" you cut him off after seeing his disbelieving and ashamed expression.

"-You didn't cheat behind my back and instead opened up about being in love with someone else. And honestly? That would've shattered me," you whispered, giving him a small smile as if it wasn't hurting now.

"As if you're not shattered right now," he sniffed, wiping his cheeks and noticing your expression change.

"Are- Are you already talking to that person?" You changed the topic, sporting a poker face that perfectly hid the storm that was raging inside. Atleast there was some advantage in being an actress.

"Yeah," he said, fiddling with his hands. "We just talked though, nothing more I swear".

And you trusted him without a doubt, because you knew he would never ever do anything scandalous. He simply wasn't that type of a person. And that was one of the reasons that made you fall for him.

And now, that's one of the reasons that made you happy to have had fallen for him.

"Okay then, all the best for your life ahead," you muttered and shifted awkwardly. Feeling uncomfortable in your own home.

He hesitated, looking back and forth between his hands and trying to read your face before leaning in for a hug.

And despite wanting to push him away for the things he did, you merely wrapped your arms around him. Because aside from bring a great partner, he was also a fantastic friend.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered against your hair. "I'm so so sorry, please forgive me if you find it in yourself to do so. You were my first love," he said with a soft smile. "And you made it so beautiful for me".

A nod was all you could give him as he pulled back and pressed a small kiss to your forehead and exiting your apartment.

You watched the door close, heard him enter the elevator and yet you didn't sit down. Instead your grabbed your jacket and a black baseball cap, pulling the hood over your head and stepping out with your phone in the pocket.

All you needed right now was a long long drive, you thought to yourself after getting inside your black Lamborghini.

But the minute the engine spurred on and you started driving, you had somehow, without any destination in your mind had arrived at a park. And you didn't even feel the need to go somewhere further.

Getting out of the, you noticed it to be empty. Maybe the gods did decide to let you a little off the hook, and of course people wouldn't spent their Saturday night sitting in a goddamn park when they could be participating in much enjoyable activities.

And so you pulled off the hood and the cap and settled yourself on a bench, your breath coming out ragged as the pent up emotions started building in your heart.

You gasped, chest heaving deeply as you hands shook and you clenched your jaw. Your vision slowly becoming blurry and you squinted your eyes while pressing your lips together to prevent any sound from escaping.

But the rawness of it all seemed to overpower your restraints and a lone tear did indeed trail down your cheek and out came a small, sob. You bent down, elbows on your knees and palms digging into your teary eyes as your shoulders shook.

"Wh- Why him?" You whispered to yourself and in doing so you were able to taste the saltiness of your tears. And then you were silent before another round of pain struck your sensitive mind, leaving you defeated.

"Hey," you heard a man speak making you jump as you looked up to see your best friend and realisation hit you immediately.

It was a Saturday night... And he always came to this particular park for his usual runs.. Christ...

You couldn't say anything, weren't able to actually and you merely stared while steady emotions fell from your eyes.

And Ben, oh god he was devastated as he took in your vulnerable frame. He could quite literally drop down to his knees because he could see the absolute pain etched on your face and it made him tremble.

"What's wrong?" His voice shook as he did not waste another second to sit next to you. "What the hell happened? Is it something serious? Did anything happen to you? Your family?" Questions flew out rapidly from his mouth and he stopped abruptly when all you gave him was a small smile and his very soul saddened.

He saw the redness of your eyes that were shining like glass, the tip of your nose in the condition as them and the twitch of your lips that held everything but happiness.

He saw them tremble and he lost it.

You were in his arms before you could comprehend what was happening, held tightly against his warm, comforting body. His hands were on your back, pulling you closer and closer while yours were limp by your sides, something that he noticed.

"What happened, love?" His voice laced with every amount of desperation as tightened his grip, almost suffocating you with his worry.

You didn't say anything. Time passed, slowly but surely and fresh tears soon formed in your eyes and you closed them, your arms going around his torso and you cried your heart out on his shoulders.

And he let you.

Not speaking another word in fear that he may interrupt something, not even moving a muscle, afraid that you would pull away. He stayed exactly where he first was right until the very end.

"P- Promise me something," you spoke at last, voice all hoarse and full of raw pain.

"Anything," he replied, not pulling away the slightest and instead pressing his lips against your hairline.

"Please don't leave me," a quiet request reached his ears and he breathed in.

And he had to detatch himself slightly to look right in your eyes as he answered, "I would never, I promise".

But you shook your head, "No you don't understand. It's not that easy," you kept on shaking your head, muttering under your breath and he cupped your cheeks, steadying your gaze on him.

"I will never leave your side," he said, clearly and firmly. "You hear me? I will never ever leave you all alone".

"You will tell me," you began, swallowing harshly as you tried to arrange your thoughts into coherent sentences. "If- If there's something about me that bothers you, or- or ticks you off, makes you mad, you will tell me. If you don't like any habits of mine or some of my preferences, you will tell me".

He looked at you with every ounce of sadness, feeling dejected at the choice of your questions.

"Maybe you find me boring suddenly or- or just not interesting enough, y- you will tell me," you stumbled in your speech and he caught you again.

"Oh darling," he sighed and his cheeks were moist as he listened to your cries and consoled you as best as he could.

"Just please don't leave me," you whimpered, gripping his jacket in your fist.

"I won't, I promise. I promise," Ben repeated as tears slid down his face too and he kept on dropping tiny kisses on the top of your head.

It hurt like hell, seeing the love of his life unravel right before his own eyes. It pained him physically when every little sob had made its way past your lips. Your heart was completely broken, the sharp edges cutting into your soul. But he would fix it, he vowed to himself. He would gather all your fragments and piece them together.

Because if love could cause destruction to such an extent, it could also heal to unbelievable heights.

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It had been two years since the incident and you had recovered properly, now back to your previously normal state with only a small gap in your heart, which you assumed would always be there.

You were proud of yourself to have overcome the struggles and come such a long away. You had drowned yourself in work, accepting every offer and giving your level best in each and every performance.

And it all bore fruit.

Because here you were now, standing on a stage in front of thousands of people to give your acceptance speech for winning a Golden Globe award for the Best Lead Actress.

There was a satisfied smile on your face as you ended your token of gratitude to your fans and supporters. They had been incredible in showeing you with unbelievable love and enthusiasm.

"And last but certainly not the least," you said with the widest grin on your already glowing face, your eyes searching the crowd before landing on a particular person.

"This one's to him," you declared softly. "For helping me get through some of the toughest lows, providing me with all sorts of encouragement to push past the bitter memories and for always, always being there no matter what. This is all for you".

There was a loud round of screams and shouts from the very eager fans who had put two and two together.

"I love you Ben Barnes," you said at last and there followed an ear-splitting, thunderous applause. "Most ardently".

And it was all worth it to see that beautiful, gorgeous smile on his face that you so loved. He pressed his fingers to his lips and blew you a small kiss making your heart swell.

You exited the stage with one final note of thanks and each step you took towards him, you felt as though you had fought down the entire world for him and emerged victorious.

Ben stood up straight, looking devastatingly handsome in his royal blue tuxedo which coincidentally also seemed to match the colour of your dress. His obsidian eyes held every bit of pride there was in the entire universe; they shone like stars, all for you.

"Congratulations," he whispered, words for your ears only as he took your arm and brought you right into his chest.

"Thank you," you pressed your face into his neck, hinting a kiss on the warm skin. If one asked you, there was no way that you could recall exactly when you saw him differently. But there was just this one time when you looked at him and it was as though your universe had literally aligned. Everything just felt complete and so, so right.

Somebody had once said, that someone will walk into your life and make you see why it never worked out with anyone else. But he hadn't barged in your routine, he was already a part of it that you were yet to see.

There were a million words, but not one language could ever describe exactly what he was making you feel. He did the most ordinary of things like getting you your morning coffee on movie sets, keeping a hair tie on his wrist ready just in case that made your heart skip a tiny beat.

He was that once in a lifetime dream come true for you. That blue crayon that no one ever seemed to have enough of. He was that love that came without warning, the one who had already stolen your heart before you could even give a reply. He stormed inside like he already belonged there, took your carefully built walls down and ignited your very soul on fire.

"Thank you," you murmured, your lips tickling his ear. "For everything".

"I did promise, didn't I? And promises are meant to be kept".

Your love for him, it wasn't at first sight. It formed gradually through each year you had spent together. His personality, his goofy humour, that earth-shattering smile, that piercing gaze, gradually it all became clear that he was exactly the man whom you were looking for.

Meeting him was fate, destiny. Becoming his friend? That was certainly a choice. But falling for him? Goodness you had absolutely no control. Maybe you didn't intend to fall in love but at some point he smiled, that Ben Barnes smile and holy shit you blew it.

"Darling?" His gentle caress brought you back to the present, pulled you awake from your romantic thoughts.

"Yeah?" You could never really get used to him saying that god forbidden word. His British accent paired with that mischievous smirk and you were a goner.

"You pierced my soul. I am half agony, half hope and I too have loved none but you," he finished the quote that he knew was one of your favourites and you couldn't help but laugh with every speck of fondness as you closed the small gap to capture him in a searing kiss.

You were a dreamer, and he was your dream.

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#ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes fluff #ben barnes angst #benjamin thomas barnes #ben barnes #ben barnes ff #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x best friend #ben barnes x actor!reader

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moonspirit · 6 months ago

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Hello Moon,

Might we have some more Grandpa Levi? The thought of him with all the grandkids around him warms the heart.

Personally, I think that when the first kid is just learning to talk, they will try to call Levi Captain, but it will come out as Capin, and it’s a name that will stick. From then on, all the grandkids will call Levi “Capin.”

I imagine Levi is one of those people who is just naturally gifted with babies; if you have a crying baby, give it to Levi, and in 5 minutes, tops, the kid will be snoozing away. In fact, he just has a calming air with kids in general, and I imagine whenever the ambassadors have get-togethers or Family reunions, Levi will be found with all the kids snoozing around him at some point.

Levi also seems like one of those adults who refuses to talk down to kids, no matter the subject. The kid could be talking about unicorns or wizards, and he’ll be following along as if he were talking to an adult (maybe with a few fewer swears, but he can’t help himself if one slips out)

I think this has already been said, but one of the grandkid's first words will be a joyful and loud exclamation of “S**T” or “F**k” he will insist it wasn’t him

One thing he secretly likes doing but would never admit is pretend tea parties. He thinks it’s important to teach children proper tea etiquette, such as how to serve guests and proper stirring techniques.

One year, the guys will get him a photo album with pictures of all the grandkids. While he thanks them in a subdued manner, it is to him the greatest gift he ever received, and he keeps adding more and more photos over the years.

As always, I’d love to hear what you think.

Oohhhhhh this grandpa Levi propaganda has me going all asskdjasjhfsakfk T/////T

Because "Capin" Levi oh my god! It's so ridiculous, everyone else has a good laugh when their kids are running towards Levi for a hug, but he shoots them a glare and says "What? What's wrong with Capin?" It only makes them laugh harder because they just can't stand how adoooooorable it is. That's their former deadly Captain reduced to a Capin now!!!!

And yes he's a human sleeping pill. In fact I hc that Armin, Annie, Jean etc end up relying on him a lot when their infant children just refuse to sleep across weeks and weeks. Levi becomes quite used to opening the door to his former Scout kids sporting unkempt hair, eyebags, dark circles and formula stains, babies on their shoulders and going, "Captain... We haven't slept in a month... would you please..." And BAM- Ackerman Daycare is open again!

The "not talking down to kids" part made me laugh so hard xD I can just imagine a situation where one of the kids is going, ".... and then, my unicorn horse will FART SMELLY GAS into the evil monster's face, and the monster will DIE, and-"

But Levi says, "Unicorns can't fart smelly gas, they fart rainbows."

"But.... rainbows are boring!"

"What if the rainbows are poisonous gas--like cyanide--disguised to look colourful? That way, Unicorn Horse can take down the evil monster faster."

"Hey! That's so cool! .... by the way, what's cyanide gas?"

"... Nothing. Don't repeat that to your mother."

(30 mins away in a town center, Annie sneezes).

And pretend tea parties yes, yes. Levi visits dollhouse experts and carpenters and orders a custom-made pretend tea-set. It's all very nice; tea etiquette and proper stirring techniques are necessary skills for children to learn so they can go out into the Big Scary World. It's an excuse for him to drink more tea, let's be real.

It's all so cute and wonderful to picture T^T thank you for this!

#sorry i responded super late lmao #i wanted to think about it #askies #levi ackerman #headcanon #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert #annie leonhart #snk #aot #jean kirstein #pieck finger #connie springer #reiner braun #104th #alliance

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 8 months ago

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Charlie Morningstar Redesign! (4/7)

It’s the girl herself!!!

I could NOT stand the red in her suit so i made it a much nicer soft cream colour! I think red is a lovely colour but in the case of someone like Charlie who wants to brand herself as approachable and welcoming, a strong harsh red all over is not the way to go. The red of her horns and lower hooves and vest is already more than enough red and it pairs very nicely with the yellows and gold accents in the rest of her design in my opinion!

I always tend to draw her with this big hopeful eyes to contrast the kind of scary look that rectangle pupils give and I think it reflects her character pretty well. Charlie is absolutely a sweetheart but when angry her eyes become flatter and more threatening. She’s literally offered to kill a guy for Angel once so she has to have some kick in her, plus horns are good for stabbing! And accessories!! Like cute chains!!!!! My original Charlie redesign had her with a little apple cuff on her horn and I do miss it a little, but I think she looks alright without it too :3 she keeps it in a dresser somewhere

I’ve never drawn or designed a character with cloven hoof hands but I think I might do it more often after this. Thinking about her writing or typing with the little clicky sounds makes my brain happy and honestly walking with hooves has that special flair that heels just cannot achieve. Since she’s the hotel owner/staff she also gets her own custom little nametag like Niffty (the rest if the staff have them as well but not all of them wear them all the time like Husk, Van/Vaggie, or Alastor) I personally think Charlie made them all herself and let everyone write their own names, but she enjoyed picking colours and all that :)

Her red cheek things were a bit strange to me and I gotta be honest I didn’t like them very much so I replaced them with a softer peach gradient on her cheeks and hips to give an extra warmness to her. I want her to seem like the kind of person that can give a REALLY firm handshake and also a very good hug and talk about anything. Oh her little wave is supposed to look kind of like that weird royal wave I see those royal people do sometimes. I thought it’d be a cute little thing to add slightly-off regal mannerisms where I could.

I hope the goat motifs came through well enough, I really like abnormal legs (you will begin to notice this soon) and they really just add so much personality to me I love working with them. I wanted Charlie to be kind of chubby and soft looking hence the colour choice leaning more towards warm rather than hot and trying to use less pointed shapes with her like the little gold ball tassels on her bolo-tie. About the bolo-tie! The little gem on the inside is purple to symbolise the pride ring, but it also allows direct transport to other layers of hell. Sinners cannot use this even if they get their hands on it, but it’s still incredibly rare and valuable because of materials and such. It’s like an eco friendly private jet. Maybe Taylor Swift should get her hands on one of these! :)

And if anyone was wondering yes I did want the purple to also look a bit like a nether portal.. it was a good opportunity.

The last little details I want to note are the faint heart motifs on her ear and hooves. For the hooves it’s really cheesy but I think the metaphorical idea of leaving a tiny bit of love wherever she goes is cute and I like being sappy. The ear heart being a tear has always meant some kind of “hurt to get what you love” thing to me. I don’t fully know how to describe it but it’s not in a toxic mentality, she just does a lot of stressful stuff to get her dreams and passions going and I think shes great for that.

I plan on drawing her true form eventually and maybe showing a little animation of transformation (I just want an excuse to draw her tail again)

Overall Charlie is one of my favourites to draw and write for, shes just such a sweetie and I love her to death 🩷 she is quite literally the heart of the hotel and she is doing her best! Excited to post again later today :3 📻

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sp00kycrumpet · 1 year ago

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When Our Paths Cross Again. (Final).

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E

Tags: Soft!Joel; pre-outbeak up till end of Season 1; no use of y/n; sometimes Ellie is the adult in the situation

Warnings: swearing; character death; spoilers (if you haven't watched the series/played the game)

Word count; 9,227 out of 22,020

Will also be posted on my AO3

Part One. Part Two.

Thank you so much for reading this fic. It's my first finished TLOU fic (I have a bunch more to finish and post) I hope you enjoyed it 🥺 Feel free to drop a message if you have ideas or just wanna chat! 🖤 On to the finale!!

At the house, you took the main bathroom while Ellie was in a guest room. You were almost tempted to stay under the hot water for hours, finally feeling clean and refreshing. Finally able to not have your hair tied back and knotty, finally shave your legs and have a moment to feel human again. Now clean, you could see bruising from your escapades and sleeping on rocks but it was nice to not feel grimy and smelly. You got changed into the clothes Maria left out for you and headed downstairs, finding Ellie standing in the living room.

"Hey, I knew there was a girl somewhere under that dirt." You teased as she glanced at you, she gave a little smile before glancing back at the chimney breast. Your eyes followed her eyeline and saw the little memory board for Sarah and who you assumed was Maria's son. You opened your mouth when you heard Maria come back into the house.

"I traded to get you both new coats. They might be a little big but, they're good." She handed them over, Ellie moaning about the colour as you nudged her and thanked Maria. Ellie was still on guard with the woman as she tried to make small talk, eventually convincing Ellie to let Maria cut her hair while you excused yourself to go for a walk, promising Ellie you'd be back soon. You just wanted to see the place for yourself and be in your own company for a moment. You shivered a little, your hair still damp but it was nice to feel clean. As you walked through town, a few people passing said hello like you'd always been there. In the middle of town, you found a crowd of people around a Christmas tree that had been recently put up and covered in décor clearly made by everyone and their children. You smiled softly when movement to your left caught your attention. Joel came storming out of the bar, pausing by a streetlamp and leaning on it as a hand clutched his chest. The same as the other morning outside of the cabin. You headed straight over to him as he stood up, his eyes distant as he watched someone.

"Joel?" You said his name softly as you placed a hand on his back, he jumped a little and looked at you. A soft look on his face as he glanced back where he'd been looking. Turning you saw her. A young lady who looked the spitting image of Sarah, except obviously older. You looked back at Joel and recognised the look on his face and the shine of unshed tears in his eyes. You reached up to cup his face in one hand, gently rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb. He leaned into your touch as you wordlessly stood together and comforted him. You stepped closer and pulled him against you, hugging him. He resisted at first but just melted into your embrace, resting his cheek against your head as he took a few breaths.

"You smell nice." He teased lightly as you smiled and looked up. There was a hint of a smile on his face and you melted how it looked on his face, resisting the intrusive thought of kissing him right there.

"Finally showered. A miracle, right?" Joel shook his head a little as he finally let go of you and stood up straight. "I'm heading back to Maria's to get Ellie if you want to come? You could shower too, it feels so nice to be warm and clean." You said softly, Joel shaking his head.

"I gotta do somethin' and I just need a moment alone. I'll come by later." You frowned softly and brushed a hand through his hair.

"Don't get lost in that head of yours Joel. I'm here with you, okay?" Joel nodded a little, stepping back and turning to head through town. Your eyes glued to him as he left. You shook your head and turned to go back to Maria's. You bumped into her and Ellie at the front door.

"There's a movie showing in the town hall in about ten minutes, you two wanna come?" Maria offered, you smiled softly.

"Sounds fun."

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As you walked through town, Maria pointed out the house you'd be staying in and handed you the keys, explaining Tommy would show Joel where it was once they were done. You thanked her and slid your arm around Ellies shoulders as you walked, the girl still tense and frustrated but she let you be physically affectionate with her. The town hall was packed with people, Ellie squeezing into one of the last empty seats as a movie played on a projector from the back. You hung to the side with Maria, smiling softly as The Goodbye Girl played out in front of you.

"This was one of my mom's favourite movies. I've seen it too many times to count." You whispered to Maria who smiled softly and nodded.

"Mine too. That's why I suggested it for tonight's movie night. It would have been my mom's birthday in a few days." You smiled at her, wrapping your arms around yourself as you turned your attention back to the screen. Once the movie ended, people hung around chatting and getting their kids ready to head home. You realised Ellie wasn't in her seat, panic gripped you as you frantically scanned the room and called her name a few times. You squeezed through the crowd to do a lap but still couldn't find her. You cursed under your breath and headed out the front door, checking every person you passed until you found her sat on a bench.

"Ellie. You scared the shit out of me then." You exhaled, moving to stand in front of her.

"Sorry." She muttered. "I went for a walk." You frowned and crouched in front of her, your forearms resting gently on her knees.

"What's wrong?" She shook her head, wrinkling her nose a little.

"Can we just go to the house now? I'm tired." You nodded and stood up, Ellie joining you as you walked in silence towards the house Maria had pointed out. Something was bothering the girl but you knew better than to push. She really was just like Joel.

Once inside the house, the two of you had a quick look around before you found a bedroom for Ellie to stay in. A comfortable looking single bed and clothes from a young previous resident. You hugged her tightly and bid her good night. Ellie just quietly repeating it before closing the door after you left. You padded around the house, feeling a little strange at being in a house after the desolate apartments of the city or sleeping in caves. It was sparsely furnished with a brown couch in the center of the living room, a bookshelf on one side had a couple of well worn books on it - some of the titles barely visible from years of being handled or sunbleached. It was warm, cosy. You'd be happy to stay forever, you found yourself wondering if you could convince Joel and Ellie to stay a little while before continuing, maybe even come back here after the Fireflies did what they needed to. You made yourself a coffee, tipping the last of your whisky into it to help yourself sleep. You changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt you'd found in the main bedroom and got comfortable on the sofa with a blanket draped over you. At some point you dozed off, waking up when you heard the front door. You froze, listening before you realised it was Joel. You sank back into the pillows again and closed your eyes, his footsteps got closer before he paused. Then the blanket got pulled up over you properly before his footsteps disappeared upstairs. You smiled to yourself and settled comfortably, listening as you could hear the soft noise of him talking to Ellie. You almost drifted off again when you heard them get louder suddenly. Arguing. You got up and headed upstairs, pausing by the door as you heard them.

"So don't tell me I'd be safer with someone else cause the truth is I'd just be more scared." Ellie said, your heart dropping as you wondered what was going on with them. The silence was deafening for a moment.

"You're right. You're not my daughter and I sure as hell aint your dad. Now come dawn. We go our separate ways." The door opened and Joel walked out, slamming it behind him. He never saw you stood at the top of the stairs as he stalked through to the bedroom. You bit your lower lip and waited before knocking on Ellie's door.

"Fuck off." She answered, muffled. You sighed softly.

"Ellie it's me. Can I come in?" When she didn't answer, you pushed the door open and found her sat on the window seat, forehead against the window as she cried. You headed over and sat beside her, quiet. You offered your hand and she responded by throwing herself into your arms, burying her face against your chest. You gently ran your fingers through her hair as you let her cry it out. You couldn't understand what had happened and you wanted her to tell you when she felt comfortable. After a few moments she sat back, her eyes filled with anger and hurt.

"He's palming me off to Tommy. Saying I'd be safer with him. I don't get it. We came all this way, been through so much and he still thinks of me as just a package?" She sighed. You shook your head, reaching out to pull Ellie against you, her back against your chest as you held onto her.

"Joel… avoids attachments. He's lost a lot of people and he just thinks he can protect himself by pushing everyone away. But he just hurts himself and everyone else instead." You muttered softly as Ellie's breathing eventually slowed from her hysterics.

"When I went for a walk during the movie, I overheard him talking with Tommy. He told him everything. Saying he can't do it." You sighed quietly as you hugged her.

"Despite what he just said, Joel does care about you. And that's what scares him the most. Because if he cares and something happens to you, he'll never forgive himself."

"But I'm not Sarah. And we've made it this far, why give up now? It just doesn't make sense." You frowned softly.

"How did you know about Sarah?"

"Maria let it slip when you went out. She didn't tell me much but tried to use it to make me not trust Joel." You hummed quietly.

"Sarah died on outbreak day while Joel and Tommy were trying to escape. From what Joel told me, she died in his arms after getting shot by an asshole from FEDRA. He may have just said you aren't his daughter, but I can see how he looks at you, talks to you and treats you. He cares about you so much that I think it reminds him of Sarah and that's why he can be an asshole. Because he's scared to let you close and lose you." Ellie huffed out a sigh, leaning her head back to look up at you.

"But I'm not her. He can't assume the worst in everything." You smiled softly, brushing your fingers through her hair.

"We know that. Joel has a lot of emotional scars and he hides behind them. But now and then I see the man I met all those years ago, and I know he's in there. We just need to be patient." Ellie shrugged a little.

"No time left if he's making me go with Tommy." She muttered.

"I'll talk to him. Okay?" She shrugged a little, leaning against you again. You sat with Ellie for a little while, until you could feel her relaxing and eventually dozing off. You scooped her up and carefully put her into bed, tucking her in before you headed out. You took a moment before heading to the bedroom, you knocked gently before pushing the door open. Joel sat on the edge of the bed, eyes staring out of the window as he got lost in his thoughts. You moved to sit beside him quietly, his eyes flickering to you before back out of the window.

"You okay?" You ask tentatively, Joel just glanced at you again before sighing.

"I can't do it. I'll get her killed." He finally said after a few beats of silence.

"What? Joel you made it here without getting her killed. Why would it suddenly change now?" Joel sighed, running a hand through his messy curls.

"Because I'm strugglin'. Outside the cabin, it wasn't the cold. It was a panic attack. I felt like my heart was goin' to explode and my body felt like it was vibratin' on high alert. It happened again when you found me in the town square. I'm gettin' too old for this, I can't protect her. She already had to protect me. That damn dog coulda ripped her to pieces and I just couldn't move or do anythin'." You tilted your head slightly as you listened to him, you reached a hand up to gently turn his head so he would look at you.

"You're just scared Joel. You found your brother and he's building a new life. You see Sarah in Ellie and I can tell because I've seen it too. You try to protect yourself by pushing people away but it's not the answer anymore. She needs you." Joel sighed again, he's not frowning anymore. He looked tired and scared. "I know you. You're dealing with a lot of loss and things you don't want to think or talk about. But Ellie is different. She adores you and you adore her. When I see you two together, it takes me back to the restaurant and seeing you and Sarah at that same table you had every time. It's nice. Don't shut yourself off to love because of fear, okay?" You smiled at him and he nodded slightly, exhaling slowly as his shoulders slumped slightly.

"I was pretty harsh with her earlier." You nodded and dropped your hand to squeeze his gently.

"She was really upset. But you two can talk it out in the morning. Take her yourself, she'll appreciate that." Joel's jaw tensed slightly as he thought it over, curling his fingers gently around yours as he did.

"Thank you." He said softly, lifting his gaze to yours as you gave a small smile.

"Any time. Oh and also, you're not too old for shit. You're only in your fifties." You nudged him with a smile, Joel snorting softly and shaking his head.

You sat talking for a while with him, making a plan for how the next part of the journey would go. He wanted you to stay here, keep an eye on things and it would give them more of a reason to come back. Something in his eyes told you he meant more for himself than Ellie but you didn't comment on it. You argued for a bit but eventually gave in and agreed to stay, telling him he'd have to explain to Ellie why. He agreed and seemed to relax a bit more. At some point you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew it, there was sunlight streaming across your face and waking you up. You shifted slightly, realising you were laid on the bed but more importantly there was a weight on your waist. Joel had an arm draped over you, you could feel the gentle puff of his breath against the back of your beck and the warmth coming from him. You smiled to yourself and allowed yourself a few moments to indulge in this. You reached to gently pry his arm from around you so you could get up, but he seemingly noticed and tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer. You smiled to yourself, moving your hand to gently run your fingers over his forearm. Joel stirred, a mumble under his breath but his eyes remained closed as his fingers flexed under your touch. It seemed out of character but also reminded you of the old Joel. Every time you met up there'd be little shows of physical affection, hand holding or prolonged hugs. You had a feeling he enjoyed it as much as you did. Once his grip relaxed again, you carefully extracted yourself from his hold and silently slipped out of the room. You paused by the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. It felt so good to have the domestic necessities like running water and heating. There was something so comforting about the sound of heating turning on and the radiators humming. You were stood in the kitchen making coffee and some food for Joel and Ellie to take when you heard footsteps coming downstairs. Joel appeared in the doorway, already dressed and ready to go.

"I made supplies and coffee." You said softly as you poured the coffee into Joel's thermos. You almost didn't want to look at him and accept they were already going.

"I'm gon' head out early and tack a horse up ready. If she decides she still hates me, I'll just go for a ride to look around the area then come back. Tommy's comin' for her in about an hour." You nodded as you listened, taking Joel's bag from him and putting his food and thermos into it.

"I'll make sure she's ready. Although I thought I heard movement earlier so she may be up." Joel nodded a little, pulling his bag onto his back.

"Thank you for talkin' to me last night, I really appreciate it." You smiled warmly at him, nodding your head.

"Of course Joel, I care about you. I didn't want you doing something you'd regret later down the line." Joel regarded you for a moment before a small smile pulled over his lips.

"I'll see you at the stables?" You nodded, putting the lid on the box you'd packed Ellie's food into.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Once Joel left, you took a moment to see how the silence of the house felt. Wondering if you should have said something about how you felt or if it would have made things awkward. You shook it off as you got dressed for the day, going back downstairs as there was a knock at the door. Tommy gave a little smile as you greeted him.

"I made food for you both." Tommy chuckled a little.

"Domesticated already." He teased, glancing towards the stairs. "She up?" You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Yeah but I think she keeps hoping Joel will come to get her so she hasn't left her room." Tommy sighed, pushing a hand through his hair.

"I'll go get her." He said softly, disappearing upstairs. You could hear the muffled noise of him talking to her before they both came back down. You told Ellie about the food, packing it into her bag as well as some bottles of water. She looked sad as she took the bag back and pulled it onto her shoulders.

"Come with us?" You shook your head a little.

"I'm gonna hold down the fort here Ellie. Make sure you have a nice warm home to come back to, I'll even decorate your room for you and make it more Ellie and less Barbie." Ellie opened her mouth to argue but just sighed and accepted it. You watched her before reaching into your pocket, fishing out the bracelet Sarah had made you. You gently took Ellie's hand and slid the bracelet onto her wrist.

"This is a promise you'll come home and I'll be waiting here for you. If you ever feel scared or lost, just remember I'm still here. Okay?" Ellie nodded, running her fingers over the faded plastic beads. She took a moment before wrapping her arms crushingly tight around you, you cuddled her close.

"Go save the world kiddo." You whispered, squeezing her before stepping back. Ellie glanced at Tommy then back to you.

"Come with us as far as the gates at least?" Tommy nodded.

"That'd be nice." He added, Ellie watching you with big hopeful eyes. You agreed and fought to not say anything as those eyes turned to the stairs like she hoped Joel would come down. You pulled your coat on and headed out with her, following Tommy quietly towards the stables. Ellie dragged her feet a little, eyes watching Tommy's footprints in the snow. You wanted to tell her Joel's plan but you didn't want to get her riled up.

To say Ellie was surprised to see Joel in a stable would be an understatement. She threw a biting comment at him before he could explain. Yet, he barely finished giving her his explanation and options before she tossed her bag at him and climbed up onto the horse. Tommy just smiled, proud of his big brother and relieved he didn't have to leave the compound. Joel led the horse out as Tommy gave him directions and an idea of the quickest way to the hospital. You made sure Ellie was comfortable on the horse and had everything while the men talked. You then turned to Joel, his eyes studying your face quietly before he wrapped his arms around you. He'd never hugged you in front of others before and it caused Tommy to raise an eyebrow of curiousity. Especially when Joel pressed a subtle kiss to the side of your head with a whispered promise of coming back soon. He then turned and embraced Tommy tightly. You smiled, arms instinctively wrapping around yourself as you tried to not get upset.

"Look after her. We'll be back soon."

"Yessir." Tommy chuckled, hugging Joel again. There didn't need to be too many words exchanged. This was the scariest part of their journey and it was back to just the two of them. Joel asked to borrow the rifle slung over Tommy's shoulder, the younger immediately handing it over without argument. Joel stayed walking as he lead the horse to the gates, you and Tommy walking beside them. No one really knew what to say as the gates opened and Joel climbed up to sit in front of Ellie. You waved and watched as they went through the opening, Ellie twisting back to keep waving until the gates closed behind them.

"C'mon. Maria made breakfast for us." You blinked at Tommy, frowning curiously. "I had a feelin' he wouldn't let her go."

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At first it felt strange being alone. You'd been on the road with Joel and Ellie for a couple of months and before that had split your time between Kathleen or Sam and Henry. It was rare you were completely alone. You spent most of your time fixing up the house, decorating it and making it into your dream house you'd always imagined. Granted it was a little difficult with very limited resources but you'd traded a few items here and there to get paint or home decor. You painted Ellie's room a very light grey colour, making a collage of comic book pages on one wall and even found a Marvel blanket tucked away in the general store in town. It had taken four washes to get it looking anything close to new and get rid of the musty smell but now it looked like the perfect finishing touch as you draped it over the bottom of Ellie's bed. You found some other blankets to put on the couch, some books that were still readable and soon the house felt like a real home. Warm and cosy. You spent time with Maria, helping her out with work around the compound. You met a handful of new people, found a sort of routine as you worked to keep your place within Jackson. Tommy took you on a couple of scouting trips or patrols. He was impressed with how well you handled a gun, always able to help with hunting or clearing out any stray infected from nearby areas. Every now and then you'd find little things that you took home for Joel and Ellie for when they returned.

Christmas day crept up on you before you really noticed. You hadn't celebrated in many, many years. But Maria insisted on you coming to hers and Tommys for dinner. She even managed to convince you to go to the small gathering at the Town Hall. It was nice to pretend to be back in the times before the apocalypse happened, have a glass of mulled wine and watch as the kids had a snowball fight tournament. You just wished Joel and Ellie were here with you to see it all. You knew Maria still didn't think very highly of Joel but she never said anything to your face, which you were grateful for. On one of your rides, Tommy had broached the subject of whether there was still something between you and Joel while you stopped for lunch. You shrugged a little, picking at your sandwich.

"I don't know? Sometimes it seems like it used to be but then he disappears back behind his emotional walls again." Tommy shook his head a little.

"Joel never was good with this stuff. Hell, look how long it took me an' Sarah to convince him to ask you out." You snorted, a smile on your face.

"Who knows what'll happen when he comes back, maybe being away will make him think about it. I know Ellie thinks there's something, she's kinda poked at the subject with me but she's closer to Joel and would definitely be a little rougher with him about it." You laughed, leaning back against the tree you were sitting under. Tommy just smiled at you, watching you for a moment.

"I saw it before he left. Didn't wanna say anythin' before but I saw it. The way he used to look at you in the restaurant is exactly how he was lookin' at you in the Jackson restaurant. Then the day they left, saw it again. He's just a stubborn ass an' won't say anythin' out of his own insecurities." You shrugged, finishing your food.

"Well we'll see what happens when he comes home." You packed your things away as Tommy changed the subject to the upcoming New Year's plans. You admitted you were probably just going to stay home, Tommy said Maria wouldn't allow her newest friend to sit alone on New Year's Eve. You just shrugged a little, saying you'd speak to her about it at some point. Even before everything went down, you'd never seen the big deal with big New Year's parties or anything. It just seemed like an excuse for people to drink a lot and grab someone to kiss at midnight. On the ride back, Tommy started talking about the baby and how it would be born soon, how he was excited to be a father. He spoke about how he met Maria and had taken so long to pluck up the courage to ask her out, her response had been 'about damn time' which made you laugh. Tommy and Maria seemed like such a good match. Their energy bounced off of each other and they just aligned perfectly together. It was nice to see love could work in such a fucked up world.

Months passed by and there was still no sign of Joel and Ellie. You couldn't help but get antsy, nervous something happened to them. You kept yourself distracted as best as possible, not dwelling on what if's and worst case scenarios. As the snow melted away and it got a little warmer, you couldn't help but find yourself trying to stop obsessing over their return only to be disappointed every day. You spent the day at Maria's helping her put the baby's crib together, she was stubborn even if she could no longer see her feet and had to take regular breaks. So you'd had to just assist and do the heavy lifting. She packed you some cake she'd been gifted before you left, promising to come by and see you the next morning. You headed out, a hum in your throat as you waved to the neighbour when they passed you on the street. You'd been accepted so easily into the community, never any questions or people digging into your past which you appreciated. It was like a fresh start really, the safe haven you'd always dreamed of tucked away here in Jackson. The sun was setting as you let yourself into the house with a muffled yawn, pausing to pull your shoes off. You walked through to the kitchen to cut yourself some of the cake when something catches your eye. You freeze. A jacket tossed onto the table. Too small to be yours.

"Ellie." You breathed out, dropping everything onto the counter and turning back to rush through the house, scanning the living room for her before racing upstairs - your heart in your throat. There was no sounds, you couldn't help but suddenly worry someone had broken in. You paused outside of her room, slowly pushing the door open as you peered in. There she was. Sat on the edge of the bed, running her fingers over the blanket. Ellie. You smiled and stepped into the room, the girl looking up as a floorboard creaked. You stared at each other for a moment before you rushed over and gathered her up into your arms. Ellie let out a choked sob as she clung onto you. You didn't dare to think what had happened out beyond the walls with the way she clung onto you.

"You're home." You leaned back, wiping her cheeks as she nodded, lifting her wrist to show the bracelet still there.

"I had to bring it back, remember?" You laughed and hugged her again, she felt a little thinner but taller. Like she'd had a bit of a growth spurt on the journey.

"I missed you." You said, sitting beside her as you brushed your fingers through her hair. She smiled a little.

"I missed you too. It's… been rough." She replied softly, her eyes on the blanket again. "It didn't work. They stopped looking for a cure apparently." She mumbled, wrinkling her nose. "We went through hell to get there, they put me under and everything but when I woke up, I was in the back of a car and Joel told me it didn't work. We should have just stayed here." She sniffled a little, you watched her.

"You wanna talk about it?" She shook her head, moving to lay back on the bed.

"I just want to sleep for a while." You understood, saying as such as you stood up.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me, okay?" She nodded and pulled the blanket over herself. You paused, desperate to ask her where Joel was, why was she alone, why was the journey so bad but she looked tired. You headed towards her door, pausing for a moment before stepping out.

"Joel's at the infirmary. He got injured while we were out there and I had to stitch him up so he's getting it checked out. He said he'll be home after he sees Tommy." You smiled softly, Ellie knew you too well. You thanked her and stepped out, pulling the door almost closed.

You went back downstairs and cut the cake into three. A little celebration once everyone was home and awake. You chewed on your thumbnail as you paced the living room a few times, glancing at the clock now and then. Ellie was fast asleep and the only noise was your footsteps and the ticking of the wall clock. You couldn't settle, anxiety bubbling away in your chest. After a couple of hours, you walked through to the kitchen to make yourself some tea in the hopes it would calm your nerves. As the water boiled, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing. Your heart stopped as you hear footsteps slowly make their way towards the kitchen, stopping by the doorway. You turned and your eyes fell on Joel. His hair peppered with a few more grey streaks, he looked exhausted and a little pale.

"Welcome home." You said softly, watching him as his eyes met yours and a weak smile worked over his face. You were desperate to just run to him and hold onto him but you didn't want to freak him out.

"It's good to be home." He answered, making his way around the table towards you. He winced a little but once he was close enough, he reached out a hand to you. You bit your lower lip as you took his hand. He was really there. He gently pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Immediately, you leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his middle. He winced again and you adjusted where you held him. You just stood there like that, your head against his shoulder as you closed your eyes. Finally they were home. Your house felt whole again.

Eventually you pulled back to look up at him, lifting your hands to gently cup his face.

"I'll make you both some dinner. You both look like you need a good meal." You teased gently, Joel nodding and let go of you as you slowly pulled away to turn and rummage through the cupboards to make food. You set to making something as Joel eased himself down into one of the chairs at the table. He was quiet as you worked, and once everything was cooking you handed him a mug of coffee and sat down across from him.

"Everything okay?" You asked softly. "Ellie said you went straight to the infirmary to get checked out?" Joel swallowed as he nodded.

"We got jumped as we got into the University grounds. I grabbed a guy to defend us and he stabbed me with his broken wooden bat. I don't remember much between that and waking up to having to fight for my life and Ellie's. She took care of me, stitched me up and apparently traded a deer for penicillin. I found her in an abandoned ski lodge place, she…" He paused, taking a breath. "She didn't want to talk about what happened to her. But I can take a damn good guess given her reaction when I found her." He paused again, his jaw clenching slightly as his fingers tightened around his mug. You watched him, he didn't need to say anything else on that subject. You got it. "I tried to keep her spirits up, encouragin' her to tell those puns, told her some more about me, told her about Sarah's cupcake plan with you and a few other things. We had an amazing moment as we found some giraffes. Ellie fed them and she seemed to perk up." He smiled a little, going on to explain other parts of their journey until the Fireflies captured them. You blinked, Ellie hadn't mentioned that. Joel explained Marlene had been there, she'd just set the wheel's in motion and had just expected Joel to walk away and leave Ellie in the hospital. You blinked as you watched him, jumping up when a pan boiled over. You grabbed it and checked nothing had burnt, straining out the pasta before checking the sauce you'd been making as well. You dropped some crudely made homemade meatballs in and let it all simmer before sitting down.

"What happened Joel?" You asked, Joel frowning a little as he paused and glanced towards the stairs. Hearing nothing he turned back to you and lowered his voice to barely above a whisper.

"They were goin' to kill her. She had no say in it. All this time we thought it was her blood but… it's her brain." He replied, your eyes going wide as you sank back in your chair. "I couldn't let 'em do it. I couldn't lose another daughter. I just saw red… I don't wanna think how many Fireflies I shot that day. But I was not leavin' there without Ellie. Selfish, I know. I'm a terrible person. Givin' up all of humanities chance of a cure to save one girl. But I couldn't do it." He watched you closely as he spoke, like he expected you to jump up and yell or get angry or something. But you didn't.

"I would have been more angry if you'd have left her there." Was your reply, Joel looking relieved as you said it. "Ellie said it didn't work. They stopped looking for a cure?" Joel shook his head.

"I told her that so she wouldn't hate me if I told her the truth. She was crushed but… at least she's alive." You nodded a little, chewing your lower lip as you thought about it all. Everything he was admitting, everything they'd been through. You understood completely. You reached out across the table and took one of Joel's hands in yours, his eyes never leaving your face.

"You aren't a terrible person. If you are then so am I because I'd have done the exact same thing. It wasn't fair she didn't know what would happen to her, that she didn't have a say in whether she went through with it or not. She'll be fine, she'll be upset for a few days but she'll be back to herself eventually. I'm sure of it." You nodded, Joel giving a non-commital noise in response, his eyes dropping to your hands as he laced his fingers with yours. You both fell quiet, your mind taking you back to the first time you'd sat like this in a café. Holding hands, sharing a slice of cake and talking for hours. You looked up and found Joel looking at you. He opened his mouth to speak when Ellie's voice from the doorway broke the moment.

"Something smells fucking amazing." She mumbled, rubbing at her eyes as she shuffled in. You smiled warmly, reluctantly letting go of Joel's hand to stand up and check everything.

"How do you have the perfect timing? It's all ready!" You smiled again, moving to plate everything up. Ellie asked Joel how he was and he asked her the same. What they'd been through had bonded them, something made them stronger than ever and you had a feeling it wasn't just the night in the hospital.

After dinner, Joel excused himself to take a shower and Ellie stayed to help you clean up. You washed while she dried everything.

"He told me about you two." She suddenly said as you handed her the last pan. You blinked and watched her, Ellie glancing up at you before shaking her head. "About Sarah's cupcake plan, your little coffee dates and how the night it all went down was his birthday and you'd promised to make him breakfast but the world went to shit. He definitely still cares about you like that but he's too chicken to tell you. And you're too chicken to tell him." She shook her head again. "Adults are weird man, you act like kids when it comes to stuff like this!" She handed you the pan back once it was dry. You laughed and moved to put the pan into the cupboard.

"Because there's more important things going on at the moment Ellie. It seems trivial in the grand scheme of things to be like 'hey by the way, I still like you' while we're setting up home here." Ellie rolled her eyes.

"Nothing is trivial." She suddenly sounded much older as she watched you. "Don't tell him I told you this but… He almost killed himself before he was tasked with looking after me. He basically said you and me, we keep him going. So I think the 'hey I still like you' might be a good conversation to have. If he spoke to me about it openly then it means something to him, clearly you too, and that means it isn't trivial." She nodded, watching you closely. "Don't ever repeat this but I love you both and it makes sense. Stop being babies." She grinned, waving her damp towel at you. "Just don't be gross around me, I might barf." You stared at her wide-eyed, suddenly feeling like the roles were reversed and she was the adult talking to teenage you about relationships. Ellie grinned a little, changing the subject to the cake she'd spotted sat on the counter. Your head was spinning from the whole conversation as you plated up a slice of cake for her and handed it over.

"I'm glad to be home." She said after taking it from you, smiling softly as she handed over your bracelet as well. You took it, your fingers gently playing with the beads before you remember the one you'd made her at one of the craft sessions in the town hall Maria had dragged you to.

"Wait here." You grinned, heading out to where your backpack hung in the hallway and rummaging in one of the pockets. You fished out the braided bracelet and went back, asking for Ellie's hand. Once she held it out, you tied the bracelet around her wrist. She lifted her arm to look at it with a soft smile. In the middle were two beads, each one had your initials on.

"It's kinda childish but… I wanted to make one for us as well." You smiled, rolling up your sleeve to show the matching one. Ellie grinned at it before trying to keep her cool composure.

"Totally childish. But I love it." She grabbed her cake and started eating it. Again the subject changing to how long it had been since she'd had cake, telling you some stories from when she was at the Fedra and her one attempt at baking. You'd almost forgotten how Ellie could make your head spin with her constant topic changing. But you were just glad to have her home again, her cheesy puns and laughter making the house instantly feel lighter.

"I'm glad I know sign language." She started, leaning back in her chair to pause for dramatic effect, the corners of her mouth twitching as she tried not to grin as the punchline formed on the tip of her tongue.

"I bet that's become real handy." Came Joel's voice from the doorway, Ellie slammed her hands on the table as she laughed.

"You dick! That's the second time you've done that to me!" She was still laughing as Joel came in, finally in clean and comfortable clothing. He smiled at her, ruffling her hair as he passed her.

"Couldn't resist." You laughed at them both, Ellie puffing her cheeks out in frustration as she not-so-discreetly thumbed through the book on her lap for another one to hit him with.

"You wanna hear a joke about pizza?" She grinned before continuing. "Nevermind, it's too cheesy." You snorted, Joel shaking his head as he made himself another coffee.

"I coulda sworn we left that book with the giraffes." Ellie just grinned again as she pointed at you.

"Someone got me a new one and left it in my room." Joel looked at you, deadpan.

"Gee. Thanks." You just looked up at him, giving a grin.

"You're welcome." You winked at him and turned back to Ellie. She flicked through the book, glad to see pages her other book had been missing were there. The cover itself was battered but the pages themselves were all there and still legible.

After a couple more puns, Ellie eventually headed upstairs to take a bath. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you dug out a bottle of whiskey Tommy and Maria had gifted you for Christmas. You grabbed two glasses and went through to the living room where Joel sat on the couch.

"I don't know if the doc gave you any medicine, but I can guarantee this will help any aches and pains." You held up the bottle as Joel looked up. A smile worked over his face.

"You wonderful, wonderful woman." You chuckled and moved to sit beside him, pouring you both a drink before handing a glass over.

"To being reunited. Again." You smiled warmly, holding up your glass in a salute. Joel nodded, gently clinking his glass against yours.

"To bein' re-reunited." A hum left your throat as you took a sip and leaned back in your seat, folding your legs underneath yourself as you went over what Ellie said earlier and whether to mention it to Joel or not.

"What's goin' on in that head of yours?" Joel's voice brought you back to the present, you looked over at him for a moment before you shrugged a little, pushing a hand through your hair.

"Just something Ellie said earlier." Joel tilted his head slightly, clearly curious and maybe a little nervous given what they'd been through. You paused, pursing your lips a little. "Nothing is trivial. Is what she said… sometimes that girl is wise beyond her years I swear." You chuckled, Joel nodding in agreement.

"She's had to grow up real fast."

"Seems a shame she never really had time to just be a kid. Do the dumb things we did as kids and just… grow up playing outside and going to a real school."

"She seems happy, for the most part." Joel added. "Aside from some of the shit she's dealt with this past year. But why'd she say that nothin' is trivial?" You wrinkled your nose a little, your eyes lowering to the glass in your hands.

"She, uh, was telling me about some of the things you two spoke of. How you told her how you and I met, the cupcake scandal and our coffee dates. She was talking about how we should talk about it and I said in the grand scheme of everything lately, it might seem trivial to suddenly bring up our past. But she insisted that if you'd spoken about it, then it wasn't. And that nothing is trivial really. I didn't even know she knew what that word meant till then." You laughed nervously, licking your lips as Joel stayed quiet. You suddenly regretted being so open as the silence weighed heavy on your shoulders. You took a sip of the whiskey, not daring to look up at Joel now. "I think she was just emptying her thoughts, considering it's been a few months since we were all together." You added, your voice quiet as you took Joel's silence as a quiet rejection of the topic. You almost jumped when he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Do you still think about it? Our past?" He asked softly, you took a breath before nodding.

"From time to time. There's moments where I'll catch myself reminiscing. Like earlier when you let me hold your hand over the table while we talked. It reminded me of that tiny coffee shop we found down one of the side-streets back home."

"I remember that one. The barista looked offended I only wanted a black coffee after he bragged about the flavoured syrups for ten minutes." You laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, he was definitely trying the hard sell that day." A quiet fell over you both again, your eyes still on your glass as you bit back the urge to ask the main question on your mind, trying to work out what he might say or what options you had if he didn't still feel the same. He was so guarded now, not as easy to read. There was no awkward shyness, no attempts at his lame but adorable flirting or anything. You heard him say your name, your muscles tensing subtly as you prepared for the blow. He repeated your name again and you realised he wanted you to look at him. Slowly you lifted your gaze and looked over at Joel. His gaze soft, his face relaxed and as open as you'd ever seen it with a hint of the nervousness you'd seen glimpses of in passing.

"Do… do you have any of those feelin's anymore?" He asked, holding your gaze and you knew you couldn't lie. You nodded a little, feeling your cheeks flush slightly. He hummed quietly, lifting a hand to rub it against his stubble as he thought for a moment. "I've done some real shitty things to survive in this world. I shut everyone out when I lost Sarah. I didn't believe anythin' good could happen in this world anymore. Ellie reopened my heart to that paternal love, showin' me it was okay to care for someone else. Then somehow I walked into that house in Kansas City and found my past starin' at me from the dark. I couldn't fuckin' believe it." He paused to take a drink. "I ain't a good man. Not the same man who sat with you by Lake Travis." You sighed softly.

"But you are Joel. I see him in how you watch Ellie so closely, I see him in the moments your ninety foot tall barriers slip, I see him when you instinctively reach out for my hand when you're overwhelmed. You're still him, just a little older and more guarded with your heart. I see you and your scars and my heart still races like it did the first time you spoke to me. I get ridiculously nervous sometimes around you but not out of being afraid of you, but being afraid that I'll open my mouth and everything will just come tumbling out before I can stop it… kinda like now." Joel fell quiet, you could tell he was processing it and trying to see things from your perspective. You moved to top up both of your glasses, placing the bottle on the small coffee table before sinking back in your seat. "Look. I'm not expecting anything or asking for everything to pick up where we left it off twenty years ago. I just … wanted to be honest and if it's not something you want or feel anymore then, I can accept that." Your voice was soft, trying to not get too emotional as you opted to take another drink to stop yourself saying more.

"Fuck that. I almost died three months ago, and I realised I'd die not bein' honest with you, Ellie, Tommy or myself. So after that, I was more open with her. Told her how much she meant to me. I've apologised to Tommy and said how I actually am happy for him. And now I'm tellin' you that you absolutely do make me feel the same way you did back in 2013." You blinked, looking up at him, a smile playing over Joel's lips. He put his glass down, took yours and placed it with his then held his hands out to you. You took a breath and slid your hands into his, feeling his fingers curl around yours. "It won't be easy. I'm still tryin' to open up and not think about just me and my survival. But if you can be patient with me, I'd be more than happy to pick up where we left off." Your eyes went wide as you stared up at him, feeling Joel's thumbs trace idle patterns over the backs of your hands.

"Joel…I…Only if you're sure." Joel chuckled a little, lifting your hands to brush a kiss to your knuckles - the same way he always used to do and suddenly you were thirty years old again, shyly standing outside of the restaurant as Joel picked you up after your shift to spend his lunch break with you.

"The only thing I've ever been more sure of was gettin' Ellie outta that hospital." You smiled softly, Joel resting his cheek against your fingers.

"I'll only believe you on one condition." Joel blinked, confusion flickering across his face.

"What's that?" You smiled, glancing down briefly before looking back at him.

"You give me the kiss I've waited over twenty years for." Joel paused before a laugh bubbled in his throat. There he was, your relaxed and comfortable Joel from 2013.

"It'd be my pleasure." He replied as he tugged your hands gently so you could rest them on his shoulders, encouraging you closer as he leaned in and met you halfway. Finally, finally his lips met yours in the sweetest kiss you'd ever had. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you slid your arms around his shoulders properly and pressed close, the kiss deepening and your senses were flooded with Joel in the best way.

When you eventually broke the kiss, Joel rest his forehead against yours.

"Worth the wait." He muttered, brushing a final kiss to your lips. You smiled and moved to cuddle close to him, nuzzling your face against his neck.

"Definitely worth the wait." You repeated, melting into his embrace with a content sigh.

"I almost did it that mornin' we left for the University but I chickened out. I didn't wanna give you mixed messages and I wasn't too sure if you still felt the same." You snorted softly and leaned back to look at him.

"Joel, we literally shared a bed for the first time and we were actually cuddled up when I woke up. Although I can guarantee if you'd kissed me that morning, there'd have been no way I was staying here alone after that." He huffed out a laugh, lifting a hand to brush his fingers through your hair.

"Fair points." He nodded, he finally looked completely relaxed, that sparkle back in his dark eyes and a smile on his lips. You finished your drinks, Joel keeping one arm around you so you could stay cuddled up against his side, and eventually headed to bed. You felt a little nervous suddenly but Joel insisted it was fine to share the bed again once you offered to take the couch. Joking he'd be offended if you suddenly slept on the couch. You both got ready for bed and once under the covers, immediately found each other again; Joel cuddling you against his chest. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat and finally felt happy.

Your bubble of bliss was loudly burst the next morning by Ellie wandering in, looking for you. Only for her to yell "fucking finally!!" at seeing the two of you cuddled up together. Joel grumbled something and tossed one of the pillows at the door to close it again; immediately cuddling you close again and pressing sleepy kisses to your shoulder.

"She needs to learn to knock." He muttered, squeezing you gently as you hummed in agreement and slid your hand along his arm to lace your fingers with his. Welcoming the warm comfort of sleep pulling you back in mixed with the wonderful feeling in the pit of your stomach as Joel nuzzled against your shoulder and held you tightly. Domestic bliss amongst a world gone to shit.

#ellie williams #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #no use of y/n #pedro pascal #the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou fic #fluff #tlou tv

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My parents are marrying me off to the cruelest, most vicious Alpha?! And to make matters worse, when I see him at our wedding, my wolf tells me he's our true mate!

"Do you, Alpha Demitri Varlos, accept Lily, former member of the Snow Moon Pack, as your wife and mate, and therefore Luna of the Blood Moon Pack?" The Elder asked the man standing in front of me.

My breathing hitched to a stop.

"Alpha? Varlos? As in, the cold-blooded killer Alpha Varlos?" I asked my wolf Aya.

"I guess so. But his wolf told me..."

"I don't care about his wolf, Aya! This is a trap! They told me I just need to get married to an Omega! They are full of lies!" I was shaking as the reality of my situation started to sink in.

"I do," Alpha Demitri's deep voice rang.

I felt the mate bond intensify. I ground my teeth together and kept my eyes downcast, avoiding eye contact with Alpha Varlos.

"Lily, former member of the Snow Moon Pack, do you accept Alpha Demitri Varlos of the Blood Moon Pack to be your husband and your mate, thereby accepting your title as his Luna?"

"I..." I don't want to go with him.

I have three choices now: Stay here and be a slave and get beaten, or go with the murdering Alpha, or go rogue and have nobody. Tears welled in my eyes at my situation.

"Please don't reject him. He will be nice and sweet, even though he seems terrifying now!" Aya whimpered.

I sneaked a peek at my mate. He's a giant, all muscle, with a hint of a tattoo peeking out from under his shirt collar on his neck. He's very good-looking despite his ugly reputation. Full lips under a straight, long nose, and his eyes. They were a warm honey gold with flecks of brown.

Those eyes gazed into mine, and then my mate smirked at me. My breath hitched, and immediately I felt captivated.

"Lily?" The Elder stepped forward.

Alpha Dimitri frowned, his honey gold eyes turning a few shades darker. Is he getting angry at me?

I heard my biggest bully, Evelyn, snicker behind me. Now I know why she was so smug earlier.

"Lily, say 'I do.' The Goddess has her special plan for us, trust me," Aya pleaded.

Taking a deep breath, I looked away from Alpha Varlos and down at my shoes.

"I do," I whispered.

The mate bond intensified again with my words. I blinked away unshed tears as I sealed my fate.

The Elder stepped back, giving me a look of something close to sympathy.

"It is my great joy to pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss—"

"That won't be necessary." Alpha Varlos cut across him. He turned to me. "Come."

...

Lily POV

"Hurry up, Slave! Goddess, you have nothing to work with anyway! Did u even bathe?!"

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time. Why Luna decided her spoiled, stuck up daughter, who also hated my guts, would be the perfect person to help me get ready for my wedding was beyond me. Although 'helping' was far reached. So far, she had pulled me out of bed by my hair, handled me into my creaky chair in front of my sorry excuse for a vanity, and screamed at me to get ready. Since then, she had done nothing but stick around on her phone and occasionally insult me.

"Yes, Evelyn." I clipped out. She snorted in response and went back to her phone.

I was nearly ready. My thick red hair was pulled up into a French twist, my veil tucked into it nicely. I had no makeup to speak of, so I had no choice but to go natural. It didn't bother me much, my skin was flawless in terms of acne. I would have liked something to try and conceal how sallow my cheeks were and the bags under my eyes though. I was extremely pale, due to a lack of food and nutrition, which made me look sickly. My full mouth were dry and peeling slightly. I hadn't had a drink in over twenty-four hours, and how I wish I could say it was from nerves. Sadly, it wasn't. I had a straight, proud nose so I guess that was a plus. The only feature I really loved was my eyes. They were unbelievably green, like emeralds but... more. They almost shone with the depth of their colour.

My gaze swept down to my dress. It was gorgeous. The only thing I had ever received from the Alpha in the thirteen years I'd been at this pack.

Alpha Theo and his Luna, Tina of the Snow Moon Pack had "adopted" me when I was five years old. I have no recollection of my life or family from before. Many times I had tried to remember, but it was black, fuzzy. Eventually, I'd stopped trying. My first memory was thirteen years ago, entering Snow Moons borders and staggering around until I came across the packhouse.

Foolishly, I'd raided the kitchen as I had been starving, and the Luna had caught me redhanded. Terrified and alone, she had taken me in. Though I quickly found out she was not a Luna of mercy as I was made to clean, cook and serve the pack with harsh punishments if I strayed or argued or talked back.

Her daughter, Evelyn, was the same age as me, and just as cruel as her parents. Her main source of enjoyment was to torment me.

Once, when we were ten, I had spilled a glass of orange juice on the floor. Evelyn had walked right up to me and dumped the remaining glass over her head, immediately screaming for her parents, claiming I had thrown a glass at her and then dumped the juice on her when I missed. None of her friends had backed me up, and I'd spent three days in a cell in the basement with no food or water and merciless beatings from the Alpha and Luna both. I had no idea how I survived, and at the time, I wasn't overly happy that I did.

Over the years however, I'd simply learned to stay away from everyone as much as possible. When that wasn't possible, I just kept my eyes down and my mouth shut. The punishments happened less and less, but when they did happen, they were extreme. If Evelyn had a bad day at school, she would take it out on me. Sometimes her friends would join in, leaving me in whatever state when they were done. More often than not, I'd wished for death. Until I got my wolf, Aya.

It was thanks to her that I found my voice again; My will to fight back somewhat. She was strong, snarky, and my only friend. She was the only reason I'd managed to keep my sanity. I smiled to myself, remembering the night she finally came forward.

**FLASHBACK**

I was in the last room of the main floor, just finishing up mopping. Suddenly a voice had me screaming and dropping the mop, splashing water everywhere.

"Hey!"

"Who...who's there?" I asked nervously. I spun in a slow circle, looking for a sign of another person.

Laughter. "No need to be so jumpy. I won't hurt u, Lily."

I realized the voice was in my head. " You're my wolf!"

"Bingo!"

"Is that your name? Bingo?" I asked. Odd.

"What? No silly girl. My name is Aya, and it is so nice to finally be here with you."

"It's really nice to meet you too! I thought... I mean... I figured..." I trailed off helplessly.

"That you didn't have a wolf? I know."

"You do?"

She sighed. "I've always been here, Lily. I know those bad guys told you that you 'couldn't possibly have a wolf' and all the other guys they've put you through. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you. But I'm here now, and you'll always have me to watch your back. Curse this pack, and Curse them for they've put you through!"

I laughed, full of joy. I had a wolf! This was the best day of my life!

"Oh, Lily?"

"Yes, Aya?" I answered.

"Happy Birthday."

I grinned so much, that I didn't even mind I had to re-mop the floor.

** END FLASHBACK**

That was last month, my eighteenth birthday. I hadn't shifted yet, as wolves shift for the first time on the full moon after their eighteenth birthday. I couldn't wait to see what Aya looked like.

My reminiscing was interrupted by Evelyns high pitched voice.

"What are u smiling about?"

Aya snarled in my head. I shook my head but declined to answer. Evelyn narrowed her eyes at me and stood up, moving towards me. She stood behind me with her hands on her, turnng her head to the side.

"You know, Slave, I think you could use a little color in your cheeks." She smiled wickedly.

I immediately sprang up and tried to dash to the door, but she was quick. Grabbing my arm, she spun me around and landed a vicious blow to my left cheek. While I was still stunned, she repeated the action to my right cheek.

Tears sprang to my eyes to accompany the stinging on my face. Aya roared in my head, momentarily deafening me while Evelyn laughed. I didn't even hear the insult she threw at me. Holding my cheeks, I turned swiftly for the door, exiting the room with Evelyn hot on my heels.

"You'll be back, you know." She said. "I know you think this marriage is your ticket out of here, but it's not. As soon as your groom realizes who my parents are marrying him off to, he'll throw you out faster than you can blink. I'll be surprised if he even goes through with the ceremony!" She hissed. Stepping in front of me, she yelled.

"u will always be nothing but a slave!"

Evelyn released me, shoving me back a few feet. Without another glance, she marched down the hall and out of sight around the corner. I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.

"She's wrong. Don't listen to her, Lily." My wolf tried to soothe me.

"She's right, though. I've always been a slave. Who could possibly want me? Look at me!"

"I am. You're stronger than you realize. You've been through so, so much, and you're still here. Still standing. Even if this guy throws you out, we won't come back here."

I blinked. " u'd go rogue?"

"I told you I'd always be here with you. Even if we had to be a rogue."

Tears welled up again, but this time from happiness.

" Wow. Thank you. I love you, Aya."

"I love you too, Lily. Now, let's go get married!" She cheered with mock enthusiasm. I laughed quietly.

Straightening my dress and my hair, I began walking down the hallway. With each step, nerves began to pool in my stomach.

See, the craziest thing about my situation was that I actually didn't know who I was marrying. This whole thing was arranged without my knowledge, at least, up until last week.

I'd been a server at the yearly Alphas Meeting, which was at Snow Moon this year. The next day, Alpha Theo and Luna Tina dragged me into the Alphas' office and told me I was getting married. They never said to whom, and they never gave me the option to say no. All they said was they were getting more for my hand in marriage than I was worth, and they were glad to be finally getting rid of me. I couldn't say I was unhappy about the prospect of leaving this pack, but I was scared of marrying an unknown man. I couldn't fathom why anyone would want me to be honest.

I assumed it was someone from an ally pack who wanted a slave. The more I'd thought about this, the more I believed it true. After all, Alpha Theo could pick any random girl to replace me.

Lost in my fears, I finally reached the grand double doors to the hall where the ceremony was taking place. Voices buzzed from inside. I felt like vomiting, but also something... else.

My head began to swim, and I was suddenly too hot. My heart rate was picking up quickly, and I felt lightheaded.

Was I about to pass out minutes before my wedding?

Lily POV

As I took deep breaths as being coached by my wolf, Alpha Theo snuck up beside me. I had been so focused on my breathing I hadn't even heard him.

I flinched.

"Stop fidgeting!" He hissed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

I felt so out of sorts, I didn't even stop to consider my words or the disrespectful tone in which I said them.

Alpha Theo narrowed his eyes at me. The hand at his side twitched like he wanted to strike me.

"Since you have no father here, it is my...duty to walk you down the aisle and give you away. Don't misinterpret this though, I take absolutely no pleasure in touching you."

Uhm, what? Why did it sound like he was insinuating something?

"You mean, you take no pleasure in touching me when it's not violent." I deadpanned.

Aya, who had been pacing in my head, stopped in her tracks. I could feel the shock coming from her. I was shocked too. I'd never spoken to the Alpha like that before, with such confidence. Where had that come from?

The Alpha seemed more shocked than either of us however. His face was comical. At least it was until his eyes turned black and a low voice came through his teeth.

Before Alpha Theo could hit me, or worse, murder me on the spot, the doors in front of us began to open...

He turned me towards the hall.

I had no maid of honour, no bridesmaids. Not that anyone would have agreed if I had asked.

As we entered the hall, I was hit in the face with the most amazing scent. It was a mix of lavender and chocolate, with a hint of an almost musky, woodsy smell. It almost knocked me off my feet. It filled the hall and I found myself looking around, searching for the source. Aya was practically jumping in my head, wanting to come out.

"Mate! MATE!" She screamed.

What?!

"Where?" I asked.

I saw him then. My eyes zeroed in on the most amazingly breathtaking man I'd ever witnessed.

He was taller than Alpha Theo, at least 6'7, a giant, and all muscle. His tuxedo strained against him in a way that had me coveted. I could see the hint of a tattoo peaking out front under the shirt collar on his. I was less than five feet away now, near enough to see his hair had a slight wave to it, and it was pitch black. My fingers itched to run through it. He had a chiseled jaw, with a five o'clock shadow. Full mouth under a straight, long nose, and his eyes. They gazed into mine and held me captive. They were a warm honey gold with flecks of brown.

I had forgotten where I was; the reason, the time, the place.

"This is our mate?" I asked Aya.

I couldn't quite believe someone so... he was my mate.

"Yes!" I could feel her connecting with our mate's wolf. She was purring with joy and happiness.

A loud throat clearing sounded next to me, and I unwillingly cast my gaze away from my mate in annoyance.

Alpha Theo was glaring at me. It was only then that I'd realized we'd come to a stop. The entire hall was buzzing with hushed whispers, everyone staring at me. I blushed slightly and looked down.

"Alpha Theo." His voice was deep, husky. It sent a shiver down my spine. "I'll take her from here."

My head shot up.

Wait... I was marrying him? My mate?

"Who did you think? He's the only one up here other than the old guy!" Snarked Aya.

Truthfully I hadn't even noticed anyone else, but she was right. Only the Elder who was blessing the marriage stood at the alter with my mate.

I glanced around him.

Didn't he have groomsmen? Friends? Family?

"What are you waiting for?! Go!" hissed Alpha Theo. He released a not too subtle shove.

A growl erupted from my mate's chest at the action, and I peeked up in time to see Alpha Theo's face go pale. He bowed his head in apology and went to take his seat next to his Luna.

I spotted Evelyn seated next to her mother, but I didn't understand her expression. Truthfully, the second I realized whom I was marrying, I could only imagine how jealous Evelyn would be. I mean, this man was a God! But she looked.... smug. She had a wicked little smile on her face, laughter in her eyes. Her expression had anxiety pooling in my stomach.

"Ahem!"

I turned my attention back to the man in front of me. He was glaring at me now, annoyance clear on his face.

"I'd like to get started, if you're willing to pay attention now?" He grumbled.

Without waiting for an answer, he signaled to the Elder to begin the ceremony.

"Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor to be here at Snow Moon today to bless the union of these two Children of the Moon Goddess. Shall we?"

He looked my mate. He nodded once.

The Elder looked to me with a soft smile, which I returned.

"Do you Lily..." He stumbled for a second and I blushed a deep red.

Traditionally, he would use my full name, but since I had no memory of my past, I didn't know my last name. Or even if I had a middle name. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mate raise his eyebrows in confusion.

The Elder cleared his throat and started again. "Do you, Lily of the Snow Moon Pack, accept this marriage and my Blessing of it?"

"I do." I replied quietly.

"And do you acknowledge and accept that henceforth, you will no longer be a member of the Snow Moon Pack?"

"Yes." I replied a little more eagerly.

"Then as an Elder of the Werewolf Sitting Council, I hereby strip you of any ties to the Snow Moon Pack. Alpha Theo?" The Elder gestured to my Alpha who stood up.

"I accept." He said.

I felt a tearing inside. Everyone in the hall save the Elder and my groom gasped and clutched themselves along with me. Losing a pack member was painful for everyone, but I took the pain with a smile, knowing I was officially no longer a member of this horrid pack. I felt an intense wave of freedom not to be tied to them anymore.

When everyone was quiet again, the Elder turned to my mate.

"Do you, Alpha Demitri Varlos accept Lily, former member of the Snow Moon Pack, as your wife and mate, and therefore Luna of the Blood Moon Pack?"

My breathing hitched to a stop.

"Alpha? Varlos? As in, the cold-blooded Alpha Varlos?" I asked Aya.

"I guess so. But his wolf..."

"I don't care about his wolf Aya! I can't accept this! He's a bad guy!"

I was shaking as the reality of my situation started to sink in. They were marrying me off to the cruelest, most viscous Alpha on this side of the world! And to make matters worse, he was my mate. What kind of sick sense of humor did the Moon Goddess have? I hadn't suffered enough, she thought she'd toss me to the merciless Alpha?

"I do."

I felt the mate bond intensify. I ground my teeth together, and kept my eyes downcast, avoiding eye contact with Alpha Varlos.

"Lily, former member of the Snow Moon Pack, do you accept Alpha Demitri Varlos of the Blood Moon Pack to be your husband and your mate, thereby accepting your title as his Luna?"

"I..."

I didn't. I didn't want to go with him. These were my options then? Stay here and be a slave and get beat, go with the ruthless Alpha who, or go rogue and have nobody. Tears welled in my eyes at my situation.

"Please don't reject him." Aya whimpered.

"Aya... we can't accept him. He's-"

"I know!" She cut me off. "But you need to remember that you wouldn't be the only one losing a mate!" She snapped.

Closing my eyes, I sighed quietly.

When I opened them, I looked into my Alphas eyes. He was staring at me with such anger, I actually took a step back.

"Please?" Whispered Aya.

"Lily?" The Elder stepped forward.

I heard a snicker I'd know anywhere behind me. Now I know why Evelyn was so smug earlier.

Taking a deep breath, I looked away from Alpha Varlos and down at my shoes.

"I do." I whispered.

The mate bond intensified again with my words. I blinked away unshed tears as I sealed my fate. The Elder stepped back, giving me a short look of something near to sympathy.

"It is my great joy to pronounce you man and wife. You may greet-"

"That won't be necessary." Alpha Varlos cut across him. He turned to me. "Come."

Dragging my feet, I turned to follow my new husband.

Lily POV

Alpha Demitri Varlos strode down the platform, stopping briefly to shake my former Alphas hand. They exchanged no words, but it felt disrespectful to me, like a "good doing business with you" vibe. I wondered for the first time how much he had offered for me; It couldn't have been very much as I was nothing but a lowly slave for the pack. More than likely, they were probably just glad to be rid of me.

Keeping my eyes down and my feet shuffling forward, I felt bad for whoever they replaced me with in the future.

A deep sigh interrupted my thoughts, and I glanced up to see my mates annoyed face.

"Can you move any faster? I'd like to get home sometime today if that's okay with you." He snapped.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

He rolled his eyes. "Your things are packed and already loaded in the car. Let's go."

He reached for my arm, and I instinctively flinched back. It wasn't entirely his fault; I'd been beaten since the age of five, fast movements tended to cause me to react like that. Whether he knew of how I was treated here or not though, he stopped reaching for me and dropped his hand to his side.

"Can I... Should I change first?" I asked him.

"Why?"

I blinked at him. "Am I suppose to show up to your pack in a wedding dress?"

"Why does it matter?"

It didn't really. I was stalling, not wanting to be in a near, personal space like a car with him.

"Look, I've come and got what I needed here. Now I'm going home. If you're not in the car in two minutes, you can walk to Blood Moon." With that, he turned and walked away from me.

"Wow. He's a real charmer."

"I know he's a bit rough around the edges. But his wolf is really nice."

"That's suppose to make me feel better?"

"Yes."

My turn to roll my eyes.

Dutifully, I followed my husband out of the packhouse to a waiting black SUV. He was already seated in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

I climbed in somewhat awkwardly thanks to the skirt of my dress and shut my door. Glancing in the backseat, I saw a single suitcase. That would be my thing, as sad as that was. Clicking my seatbelt into place, I stared out the windshield. We weren't moving. Two minutes passed. Then three. And five minutes later, we still were parked in the drive of the packhouse. I broke the silence.

"Aren't we leaving?" I asked him.

"Yes. As soon as these idiots get the rest of ur stuff."

I looked at him quizzically. "What?"

He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating my suitcase. I actually laughed.

"That is the rest of my stuff."

Now it was his turn to look confused.

"That is all you have?"

"Yeah."

"Where are the rest of ur clothes?"

"They're in there. I don't have much." I shrugged.

"Much? You don't have anything." He barked.

I shrugged again. He continued to look at me with an undecipherable expression before his expression hardened again.

"Whatever." He grumbled.

Finally, he started the car and put it in the drive.

Leaning back in my seat, I started out at the houses passing us by, giving way to more and more trees until we left Snow Moon behind completely.

Turning onto the highway, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

"I can't believe it..."

"I know. We're actually out of Snow Moon. We don't ever have to go back Lily! We're free!" Aya whooped in my head.

Free. Somehow this didn't feel like freedom. I'd gone from being a slave to a Luna in less than a day to a man who might actually murder me as he'd done so many others. Even as a slave, I'd heard all the stories of Alpha Demitri Varlos. He was feared near and far for his ability to murder. He'd wiped out entire packs. He had no mercy, no heart. He was actually known as The Heartless Alpha. And here I was, sitting in a car with him, accompanying him to his pack as his Luna and wife.

It felt surreal.

Should I speak to him; try to make conversation?

I floundered around in my head, searching for something to ask him that didn't involve his murder streak or how many people he had decapitated.

Hours passed. It was dark outside now, the trees a dark blur as we sped past.

Suddenly, it popped into my head, and out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Why didn't you greet me?" I blurted out.

Alpha Varlos glanced at me and then back to the road. Silence.

"Alpha?" I tried again. Nothing.

I'd been so caught up in the shock before, I hadn't even minded that he didn't greet me. But now, as my reality began to really set in, it seemed important to know why.

Was I that repulsive? Why did this matter so much to me anyway? He was a cold blooded murderer, I shouldn't even be thinking about greeting him. naive mate bond.

However, it seemed my mouth was not connected to my brain as I whispered, "I'm your mate..."

"Enough!" He snapped loudly.

I flinched away from him, hurt.

naive, naive mate bond.

I didn't speak a single word for the rest of the trip. My gaze traveled between the window and my shoes, I refused to look at him. An hour ago, he'd told me we'd crossed into his land, I'd simply nodded. Was I being disrespectful? Probably. But he wasn't chatting me up either way, so I didn't care.

"We're here."

He pulled up to a huge ten foot gate that looked to be made of iron. Two guards were stationed on our side, and two more just beyond. All four men were huge, but nowhere near to their Alpha. The nearst guard gave a signal and the gates swung open. Despite my qualms about this situation, I was impressed as we drove further towards the packhouse. Most of the area was covered in trees, but I could spot houses in the dense forestry. Here and there, quaint cottages were dotted around with cute balconies and porch swings, gardens, stone walk paths. I even spotted a few garden gnomes. Not at all what I had been imagining when I learned who my husband-to-be was.

Fifteen minutes later, Alpha Varlos pulled up to what could only be the packhouse.

The driveway was a big semi-circle of stone bricks, with a water fountain stationed in the middle. Cars were parked in a line along the edge, Jeeps and SUVs. Taking a minute to admire the house itself, I was honestly awestruck. The packhouse was ginormous; at least five stories tall and just as wide. Lush flower beds lined the front, giving way to a beautifully green front lawn. Vines crawled up between the windows sprouting little buds. Morning glorys I thought. Lights were on in various windows of the house, casting a yellow glow. It felt.... homey.

"Are you going to sit there and stare all night? I'm tired." Grumbled my mate.

I shook my head, speedily opening my door and stepping out. I hadn't moved much over the course of the long car ride, and my legs were super stiff. I took a second to stretch them while still admiring the house. Upon nearer inspection, I noticed the whole place was constructed of deep redwood. I bet it looked even better in the daylight.

"Lily."

It took me a minute for him to catch my attention. Nobody used my name; I'd always been called 'slave' or 'mutt', or other various derogatory terms.

"Yes, I'm coming. Just let me get my stu-"

"Don't bother."

"But-"

"I'll get you some new clothes tomorrow. You can throw that suitcase out, and everything in it."

He began to walk to the house, but stopped when I opened the back door of the SUV. He sighed loudly, clearly irritated. Opening the suitcase, I dug through the 'clothes' that had been packed, really they were just rags until I found my objective. Closing the door, I clutched mylace and joined him.

"What's that?" He asked.

"It's alace."

He raised an eyebrow.

"It's... well... it's the only thing I have that's really mine. I don't remember who gave it to me, but I had it before I came to Snow Moon... so..."

Why was I explaining this?

"Okay." He turned on his heel and I followed him, mentally rolling my eyes. He really was bad.

He didn't hold the door for me, which I expected. Glancing around as I followed him through the door, I was again awestruck by how big this place was.

Paintings decorated the walls that I'd have to inspect nearer later. The floor was carpeted a deep purple, contrasting nicely with the wooden interior. Antique looking furniture was placed vicariously along the walls.

"This way. This floor has the common room, the kitchen, game area, and a room we use for Alpha meetings. It also has the dining room for meals. Second floor belongs to my Gamma and his family. Third floor is for my Beta and his family. The fourth floor is for us, and the fifth floor is the library."

That was the most he'd said to me since we'd met. Wait... us?

"Us?" I squeaked.

Lily POV

He stopped on the stairs and looked down at me. As if he wasn't tall enough, this was even more intimidating.

"Yes, us. You are my wife, and Luna of this pack."

"Uh..."

"Don't worry. You have your own room." Huh?

Before I could ask, he trotted up the stairs, me scrambling to keep up. I was feeling lightheaded and gasping for breath by the time we reached our floor. Years of being starved for long periods of time will do that to you I guess. I shuffled down the hall, nearly running into the back of him when he stopped abruptly in front of a door.

"This is your room. My room is across the hall." He pointed to a door adjacent to mine. "Clothes will arrive tomorrow for you."

Without another word, he opened his door and stepped inside, closing it on my shocked face. Numbly, I opened my own door and stepped inside. I don't know why I expected it to be small; old habits I guess. It was huge. The floor was plush, soft grey carpet. A king size bed was set against the wall, begging for a good nights sleep. Across from the bed was a old fashioned fireplace, already lit and filling the room with warmth and a soft glow; a neatly stacked pile of wood was placed to it's side. White curtains were drawn across glass doors that looked to open to a balcony. I assumed the door to my right was a bathroom, and the double wooden doors led to a wardrobe. Again, not what I had imagined.

"But then we didn't imagine we'd have our own room, did we?" Aya grumbled.

"No. But it's better than sleeping with him, right?"

"Maybe. But what was the point of all this if we're not going to be together?"

I didn't have an answer to that. It did seem pointless. He acted as if a mate and Luna, let alone a wife, was the last thing he wanted.

"Maybe it's better this way? He is... him after all."

"I need to bond with my mate too Lily. What if he doesn't let us?" She whimpered.

"We live here Aya. Sooner or later, we'll meet his wolf."

"I guess."

It wasn't the same thing, I knew. Aya needed to make her own bond with the Alphas wolf. Play together, hunt together. The thought of her not being able to do those things made her extremely sad.

"He has a name you know." She said.

"It feels wierd calling him Demitri though. What if he doesn't like it? What if no one else calls him that?"

"u're overthinking things."

"I don't think so."

Yawning, I slipped off my shoes and made my way to the bed. A huge grin plastered my face as I lay down. I'd never slept in a real bed before. My sleeping arrangements at Snow Moon consisted of a couple dirty mattresses filled with holes on the floor. Comparatively, this was Heaven. Having nothing else to sleep in, I arranged the skirts of my dress under the covers and fell asleep in minutes.

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 2 years ago

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Tail Game (short story)

Firejay was pleased to get the herbs, after stopping in her organizing of herbs to laugh at their appearance. But her joy quickly faded when Mallowfur explained the situation to her.

“I think you may be right,” she told Gorseheart.

“Do you want us to gather more?” he offered.

Firejay shook her head. “We may still need those herbs. If we gather too much now, most would end up dying anyway before we can use them.”

Gorseheart excused himself and left them to discuss it. They were the smarter ones, any ideas he made would surely also be made by them. He would be no help. He padded into the clearing, relishing in the sun warming his back. He curled on the grass, happy that the hollow walls sheltered them from most of the wind, which would help against the cold.

He was just about to drift off into sleep when something small, but firm knocked into his side. Startled, he opened his eyes to see Fallowkit nudging him. “Gorseheart! Gorseheart! You’re back!” she cheered, bouncing on her paws. “Do you have a feather?”

He smiled warmly at her. He had made it a routine to take the feathers off of birds that he caught or from the fresh-kill-pile so that the kits could play with them. He usually aimed for more colourful ones, as the kits squealed the most when they saw those.

“I gave you one just this morning!” Gorseheart replied in mock surprise. It was a good thing birds came plenty, because their feathers hardly lasted a few heartbeats before the overeager kits tore them to shreds.

“It was too small!” Fallowkit told him. She butted his shoulder with her head. “Do you got a bigger one?”

“A bigger thing to chase? Hmm…let me think…” As he spoke, Gorseheart moved his tail, waving it enticingly to and fro. Fallowkit moved her attention to it, eyes sparkling with joy. It was hard to tell if she was pretending not to notice so that she could catch him by surprise, due to her preparing to pounce all too obvious.

She jumped, biting gently into his tail-fur and curled her body around it in a tight grip. “Hey!” Gorseheart exclaimed joyfully. “You want my tail? Hold on to it, and you can have it!” With that, he raced forward. Well…’race’ would be a heavy exaggeration. It was more of a fast walk, but it was quick enough for the small kit to think that he was running at full speed without hurting her. She let out a squeal of delight and gripped him tighter.

Gorseheart kept going, running around in a circle, his chuckles joined by the uncontrollable laughter of Fallowkit. Finally, his legs were too tired to move any further. He collapsed dramatically onto the ground. “You have defeated me! The tail is all yours!”

Fallowkit let go and, once again, bounced on her paws. “I won! I won! I won!”

“Yes, you did,” Gorseheart purred. Part of him noted how Fallowkit didn’t even know about the stream-herb trouble, and that even if she did, she wouldn’t care all that much, games of pretend and moss-ball all too exciting to think about anything else. Sometimes he felt an ache of nostalgia, remembering being that age, and couldn’t help but wish that he could go back to it, no worries, only play. Blightstar would argue that Gorseheart still was a kit half the time.

His throat began to burn from all the running. Perhaps it wasn’t the best choice of game to play. “Why don’t you go tell your mom about your victory? Then I’ll give you the biggest feather you have ever seen!”

“Yay!” Fallowkit cheered, dashing off toward where Nectarclaw lay just outside the nursery.

Gorseheart watched her go with a warm smile, then curled back into the cool grass, feeling burnt now at the sweat that dripped from him. He began to doze off now, this time with no interruptions, and he would be able to sleep a small portion of the day away before he was dragged into a patrol.

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--In case anybody doesn’t know, Gorseheart’s story is being told in chapters which can be found in order on Wattpad, and that can be found on the links post.

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seiwas · 9 months ago

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this is going to get long and kinda all over the place but i so loved this monty 🥺

your writing is truly one of my favourite things, just!!! how you set-up a scene, the descriptions you have for everything. how the relationships you build with your characters always have a feel to them, a kind of warmth that morphs and shifts depending on the situation 🥺 i adore it so much, and you for taking the time and care to craft something so beautiful for us to read!!

that opening scene hooked me in with how vivid it was!! which is something i’ve noticed w a lot of your writing too—you paint the picture so well and you set it up so that readers have a full image and feel of how things look 🥺 it makes it so much easier to immerse into the world/scene!!

The evening laid bare in strokes of colour. The air is tepid. People part around your inert figure as you stand to the side and watch, shifting awkwardly between each foot. You were ten minutes early. And it seemed so was your date.

^^ such pretty lines!! i looove the bit of reader shifting awkwardly too 🥺 it's such a small detail but adds on to the experience of the fic!!

can i also just say that hearing about reader's past experiences made me SO SAD 😢 terrible that they went through that, "it loved back" <- gosh that made me ache 😢

Osamu is leaning against the outer wall now, scrolling on his phone. A warm musk fills your senses as the distance shortens. Smooth notes of oakmoss and vanilla. He must notice your approach in his periphery, because he straightens up and steps forward, turning to face you with an apprehensive smile. The attraction between you becomes tangible before either of you speak a word.

the way you describe osamu has me going insane too monty oh my god just imagining him leaning against the wall like that, and the notes of oakmoss and vanilla ????!? HELLLOW??!? they're all such specific things that paint such a clear picture of him and i LOOOVE it

i also love how reader and osamu fit together, almost like they were meant for each other 🥺 their interactions are soso cute and the chemistry just builds and builds and builds 🥺 how both of them are equally as nervous but relax all the same

osamu is also SO CHARMING in ways i can't even properly explain omfg

His smile grows and deepens the crinkles by his eyes as his gaze sweeps over you. Dawn casts the street in a peachy tint and it dapples across his cheeks in a faux blush. "Sure hope so," he says. "Call me Osamu. Ya look beautiful, by the way". "Thank you," you reply, lingering on the delicate silver chain around his wrist, and how the folded fabric of his sleeve strains around his forearm. "So do you".

(that line on a peachy tint dappling across his cheeks into a faux blush IS SOOOO PRETTY) lIKE?!?!? the crinkles by his eyes ?!? and his dialogue !!??! hoW CAN HE SAY THAT oh my god i'd melt on the spot. THE SILVER CHAIN??!??!?!? UMMMMM. FABRIC STRAINING AROUND HIS FOREARMS?!? this is my weakness monty. Just sit there looking pretty and I’ll feed ya something good”.

the way they feel increasingly more comfortable around eachother is so sweet too, because it falls into an easy flow that i think just shows how special their connection is 🥺

the 'beautiful' back-and-forth teasing they have with one another

oSAMU'S HAND HOVERING OVER READER'S LOWER BACK

A shoe brushes your ankle and retreats to settle alongside it, just a couple of inches. <- THIS. THIIIIIS. had me pulling at my hair oh my god it's such a small detail but sosososo scrumptious so important so TELLING of the tension

the way they bond over food and mirror eachothers movements omg

“Excuse the interruption. I have your drinks,” interjects a new timid voice. <- even this lil interruption by the server I ADORE bc it shows how engrossed they were in the conversation, how stuck in their own world they were 🥺

HOW THEY SHARE FOOD WITH EACH OTHER. FEEDING EACH OTHER.

THEN HE NUDGES THEIR CALF AGAIN?!?!?? GHSFGSDHF this bit had me biting my fist oh my god

When was the last time anyone looked at you like that, you wonder <- like hello absolutely 100% osamu would look at you like that oh my god it makes me insane

THE BUILDUP OF TENSION. HOW HIS LOOK OF SHYNESS MORPHS INTO SOMETHING ELSE OOOHH im coming out to get him

their back-and-forth AGAIN of the 'is it that good' PLEASE DBFGS it feels like im intruding watching them like this i swear

there is sooooo much tension in that scene of them exchanging bites. the exchanged looks. the moment of biting it off the chopsticks. My god. IT'S ALMOST SENSUAL.

WHEN THEY START TO TOUCH HANDS OH GOOOD that's so cute, threading fingers together over the table; squeezing till the palms kiSS sdfbsj osamu is so cautious abt it at first too (WHICH I LOVE)

there is so much tension in that dessert scene...... cannot believe osamu is watching reader Like That oh my god give me him ill just kiss him already. LIKE. THIS LINE MONTY: It’s delicious, you're sure. You can hardly remember anything beyond the face he makes as he tries it. <- got me feeling SO FLUSTERED LOL

love how neither of them wanted the night to end!! how touchy theyve become by the end of it, how reader leans into him

THEN OSAMU STAYS STUFF LIKE THIS: Ya can say no,” he murmurs, thumb stroking back and forth at your waist. “Just didn’t want the night to end yet”. <- my notes say: I SHALL MARRY HIM. fsabdfhgasdfjhbsk

THE FIRST KISS JSDHFBJS GOSH AND HE CHASES AFTER IT?!??! R U KIDDING ME

"Just sit there looking pretty and I’ll feed ya something good”. <- how can he just SAY THAT

"Is it—can I kiss ya again?" <- GOOD GOD HE ASKS i am weak. HE CAN DO ANYTHING ATP AND I'D SAY YES.............

and that kiss oh my god it was so hot. the detail of him coiling his arms around readers waist but still being careful not to get rice on their clothes I LOOOOVED that little detail. shows how cautious he is still, how respectful (ill sob rn) 'drinking the whine right from your mouth' <- IDK IF YOU MEANT THAT MONTY BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS GENIUS

THEN THEN THEN when he pulls away oh my god 'greedy thing' HOWWW HOWWW HOWW CAN HE JUST SAY THAT. it's sooo cute how reader wants more but osamu, the ever so sensible is like. i know, but your ride is here. i know. i know. i know. i know (baby). GOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH MONTY IM GOING INSANE THINKING ABOUT HIM

Attraction hung over the table, an incorporeal anticipant thing that swells as the evening unfolds. Darkness enveloped the bamboo grove and activated the small aureate floor lights placed between the culms. You fall into natural conversation over your starter dishes. You share laughter. Tender and succulent; you share food, too, leaning forward to pluck a sample from his plate, offering your own. Not a single grimace.

i swear monty ^ your writing makes my jaw drop every time like. HOW. it's so beautiful. the descriptions flow so well and are just so. well-written. i am so. wow. sandwiching 'tender and succulent' between laughter and shared food OHHH i love that.

other little details i just love:

The napkin is in pieces. <- i loved this little bit you inserted into a paragraph. i can't fully explain why? i think it just adds on to the image of everything, how reader had pulled at it earlier on, kinda nervous but now that osamu's made his move it kinda all just dissipates? the napkin is in pieces the napkin is in pieces. i don't know what it means!!! but it just feels like it belongs in that scene 🥺

the food descriptions omg in my notes i literally wrote: the food descriptions are making me hungry LMAO

Osamu meets your eyes. Outside, droplets stutter out a drowsy staccato against the windows, cohesive with the beat of your heart. The moment feels pheromonic, like when you know something is just right the second you find it. / That's what it is. Osamu likes to take care of people. <- i love love looooved this. the descriptions are so pretty and feel in tandem with one another. i looove how you incorporate all these external sensory experiences into internal ones, i think it's genius!!! and i love the read on osamu here too!! how you give us a little sneak into the kind of person he is 🥺 and i ADOOOORE him 🥺

'unheeding of the wellspring he opened in your chest' <- SO PRETTY AGAIN

i loooove how you incorporated tsumu here too and how osamu talked about him 🥺 those brothers are just. so inseparable to me. a part of tsumu will always be because of osamu and a part of osamu will always be because of tsumu and i just LOVE that. that little story of tsumu telling him he should be a chef instead (which. HE DID BECOME 🥺 AND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THAT 🥺 gosh i could go on)

And the thought that you could be another person for Osamu to take care of—it satiates the ache. <- MAKES MY HEART ACHE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH WAAAH

thank you for writing this monty!! i thoroughly enjoyed (as i always do whenever i read your stuff) 🥺 i have been deep in the osamu trenches lately and this kept me alive 🥺

PUT MY LIPS TO SOMETHING ┊ MIYA OSAMU

synopsis: after a string of terrible dates taking a break sounded ideal. then Miya Osamu happens, and you find yourself back at square one. foolish, hoping, and hungry.

tags: GN reader, post timeskip, (blind) first date, reader is a foodie (and has a big appetite), implied bad past experiences (ppl mean about said apetite), insecurities (not about weight), strangers to lovers, sharing food + feeding each other, flirting, romantic + sexual tension, first kisses, *slaps roof of kitchen* you can fit so much Love into this thing!!!!!!!

wc: 5K

You exhale, palm laid over your rapidly beating heart. You’re not sure what your expectations were after agreeing to let Saeko set you up on this blind date but Miya Osamu exceeded. A beautiful stranger. Tall, broad shouldered with dark hair and hooded eyes. The dress shirt he’s wearing is close to a second skin, drawn tight around his back and clinging just slightly to his soft middle, shirtsleeves rolled to the crook of his arms.

On a whole you trusted her judgment. Apparently he owned the small restaurant she and her colleagues frequent for their lunch hour. She promised that he was handsome, which was plain to see, and effused repeatedly that the two of you would work well together. Nevertheless you can’t help feeling cautious.

Dating has been… tricky at best. A game to some, a way to keep score. The search for validation. A means to an end. A fleeting cure to boredom. You don’t think you’re particularly bad at meeting new people, but it can’t be ignored that you don’t have much to show for it thus far.

You’re aware enough to discern the root cause. You loved food—that’s the long and short of it. You savoured meals to the very last crumb, seeking out the various flavours on your tongue to really get to the heart of the dish. Because that’s what food did: it loved back.

Dates often treated you like a different creature entirely upon witnessing your appetite. Poorly veiled embarrassment, or concern, or disdain as you sat across from one another and ate. Different in a lesser way, in a distasteful way, as though they were sampling fine wine for the flavour and you were just drinking for the sake of getting drunk, when it was quite the reverse.

Anyone would think you behaved like an animal. Your table manners were fine. You treated the staff with respect. You made conversation and asked questions, even when they made no effort themselves, and tried to make the best of the evening.

With every failed attempt at making a connection you were beginning to grow lonely. The presence of your loved ones and their families, their partners and their children, never truly filled that cavernous ache in your chest. Poured in like morning sun with hopes to warm you from the inside out, perhaps, only all that ever did was make the hole more obvious to you.

Taking a break from the scene sounded ideal. Then Miya Osamu happened to see a photo of you over Saeko’s shoulder, expressed his interest, and you found yourself back at square one. Foolish, hoping, and hungry.

There’s phantom heat around your fingers. The gentle squeeze of Saeko’s hands as she sent you off. “This one will be different,” she told you. With her words echoing in your thoughts, you pat down either side of your hips, ironing out the creases, and start toward him.

"Hi," you smile back, oddly at ease to see that he is equally nervous. "Miya, right? I think I'm here to meet you".

The tension slips from his posture and from yours in turn. His smile grows and deepens the crinkles by his eyes as his gaze sweeps over you. Dawn casts the street in a peachy tint and it dapples across his cheeks in a faux blush. "Sure hope so," he says. "Call me Osamu. Ya look beautiful, by the way".

Something rouses in your chest. You're warm now. His accent is unfairly charming, like the rest of him. "Thank you," you reply, lingering on the delicate silver chain around his wrist, and how the folded fabric of his sleeve strains around his forearm. "So do you".

"Beautiful?" Osamu echoes, brow arched with the teasing lilt in his voice.

You hum, drawn to the natural heat emitting from his body. "S'what I said, isn't it?"

"So you did," he murmurs, the low timbre settling over you like silk. When your eyes meet he rocks back on his heels, clearing his throat and gesturing to the restaurant he picked for tonight. "I made a reservation for us. Wanna head in?"

"I'd love to".

As if entering another world, the noise lowers into a pleasant din. You step through the tall latticed doors into what appears to be a bistro-style restaurant. All autumn pigments and harmony. Family owned, from what you recall after searching it up last night. The main dining area has a romantic ambience to it, balmy toned lanterns centred on each table and an open kitchen where the chef is lovingly making a yakisoba dish.

"Tanaka mentioned yer a bit of a foodie," you blink from your appreciative stupor and glance at Osamu. "Apparently they serve really good European food here so," he rubs at the back of his neck, a little pink and unsure, his shoulder jerking in a loose shrug. "Thought'cha might like it".

Your heartbeat floods your ears. "I really like it," you say, hushed, flustered at his thoughtfulness. Before he's able to respond a host has approached, young and dressed in a well pressed black vest, not a thread out of place. He bends into a perfect bow.

“It is a pleasure to welcome you this evening. Will it be a table for two?”

Osamu sidles closer. There's presence at your lower back, his hand lingering, and you decide to lean into it. “There should be a reservation for two under the name Miya,” he nods. The host brightens.

“Of course! Right this way".

The host takes off toward the rear dining area, hidden from view. Osamu encourages you forward and as you walk together he leans to whisper in your ear, "We haven't seen the best part yet".

You immediately understand what he's referring to as you're led through a pair of golden drapes and into a conservatory space that looks out on a lustrous bamboo grove and a small koi pond. Your table is right by the stretch of windows, offering a lovely view. It steals the breath straight from your lungs, “Osamu…”

Once seated the host returns to offer you a pair of damp towels on a tray. Osamu orders a drink while he wipes his hands, and then you do the same. You sink into the cushioned back of your chair. A shoe brushes your ankle and retreats to settle alongside it, just a couple of inches. The centrepiece gently breathes to life, illuminating the table.

Anticipation trickles back in as Osamu voices his gratitude and you realise you’ll need to order in front of him. His focus turns to you as the host departs, discerning your expression. “D’ya wanna order a starter first?” he asks, sliding a menu to you.

The menu is thick and glossy. You make a commiserate sound, thumb plucking at the corner of the card. “Everything sounds really good. I’ve never had carottes ra—âpées,” you murmur, skimming excitedly over the dishes and listing off the things that catch your eye.

A low chuckle interrupts your train of thought. Rather than underlying irritation, you’re met with amusement and curiosity. “Really do like yer food, huh?”

Heat floods your body, and you resist the urge to grimace. “Sorry, I can get carried away. Is there anything you want to try?”

“Thinking of getting grilled octopus and canola to start and the sea bream for main,” he recites, studying you in the low light. Muffled are the far off sounds of meat popping on the hot stove-top and you can smell a sweet, coconut-like aroma. “Don’t need to be embarrassed y’know. I’m a food lover too”.

You perk up noticeably in your seat and Osamu’s expression near melts into sheepishness. “You run a restaurant, right? Saeko mentioned”.

“Ah, yeah. Onigiri Miya. Nothin’ as grand as this,” he gestures to the surroundings offhandedly. Your eyes linger on the flex of his throat as he swallows, pride bleeding into his voice. “Won a Food Made Good award though, just last month”.

“No kidding. Congrats Osamu, that’s amazing,” you grin, instinctively leaning into his magnetism and resting your hands on the table surface. Osamu seems to mirror your movement without meaning to. “Have you always wanted to run a restaurant?”

“Never really thought about it. Up to the end of my second year I assumed I’d fall into somethin’,” he admits. “I sorta hit the ground running after graduating. My brother too—”

“Excuse the interruption. I have your drinks,” interjects a new timid voice. The server shuffles forward to set the glasses between you on the table and then fumbles for her notepad, clicking the cap down. “Are you both ready to order?”

Osamu recovers and recites his choice for starter and main, and you do so afterwards without second thought. It’s nice, being at ease. Sitting opposite Osamu feels natural. The glass is cold against your palm, ice cubes clinking softly as you bring it up your lips and drink. You nudged the conversation forward before it could wilt. “You were saying, about your brother?”

“Atsumu. He’s my twin brother,” Osamu begins with a small smile, poorly hidden behind the rim of his glass. He sets it down, watching the amber liquid ripple. “Played volleyball since we were kids, but he always loved it a little more than I did. So while I racked up every business permit and licence I could get and he dove first into division one”.

“You both sound pretty brave, in your own right”.

“Thanks,” Osamu grinned and you got the impression that you very much said the right thing. “Brave is a new one. We’re used to bein’ called reckless idiots”.

“Tomayto tomahto,” you tease, lifting an arm and crossing your fingers together. After another sip, “Gotta be a little bit of both, right?”

“You’re right about that,” he conceded. Mouth thinning as if to rein in his smile, he reached up to needlessly fix his hair. “How about yerself, what do you do?”

Every other first date pales in comparison.

Osamu watches you with a hooded gaze warmed by his second pint of beer. There’s a certain satisfaction to him, contentment. The tip of his tongue peeks out to catch an errant drop. He nudges his ankle to your calf again when the server returns to clear away your starter plates, and you don't move away.

“Can I ask why you’re single, and what you’re looking for?”

“Finally, the hard hittin’ questions”.

You laugh, “We’ve got to get over the boring first date spiel at some point tonight”.

Osamu rumbles his assent, rests his chin in his palm, casting an idle glance to the garden as he thinks. “Think my answer’s kinda standard. At first I never had the time ‘cause of the restaurant, didn’t think it’d be fair,” he begins, and his mouth twists into a little self-effacing smirk. “When I thought I was ready I tried some’a those dating apps but nothin’ ever clicked for me”.

“I get it. Gauging chemistry is harder online,” you affirm softly, readjusting your seat as the server steps up to set down your main dishes, inclining her head in greeting but with enough grace not to interrupt. Osamu voices his gratitude, sliding his plate closer. The grilled tai is a beautiful fleshy pink colour, garnished with sprouts and hosta leaves.

“Ma says I’m a romantic,” he continues sheepishly, plucking up his chopsticks. “I’d prefer to meet someone naturally, face to face. To really feel it when ya click with each other”.

“Yeah?” there’s an ache blooming in your cheeks as you glanced down at your food. The plate is still hot to touch. You pinch your chopsticks and inhale the rich scent of saffron, garlic and onion, and beneath it all sharp notes from an open flame. “I think we’re doing pretty good on that front”.

“Better than I hoped,” he murmurs, supple and full of promise. The hair on your arms prickles. When was the last time anyone looked at you like that, you wonder. “Soon as Tanaka caught on that I saw your picture on her phone she was determined to appeal ya to me. Thought it might be too good to be true”.

You hum around your first mouthful, feeling much the same way. Saeko had worked hard to strong arm you into meeting him. The food falls apart gently on your tongue and suddenly your agreeable noise becomes a pleased crescendo, taken by the rich smoky flavours.

After swallowing you grow self-conscious; the weight of Osamu’s focused attention is heavy. Rather than embarrassment, the flush tinting his cheeks seems to be something else entirely. He has a chunk of grilled tai between his chopsticks, halted halfway to his lips. “Is it that good?” he teases, strained.

There’s no true malice or ill intent behind it. It’s lighthearted—you could even delude yourself into thinking he sounded fond. You kick your lips, inhibitions worn a fraction after a glass of liquor. “I’d say that’s obvious,” you smiled. “It tastes amazing. Thank you, for picking this place”.

“S’been my pleasure believe me,” he says, finally taking a bite of his own. Like him, you observe how his expression flickers as the flavour fills his senses. A flare in soft surprise, rippling as he chews and discerns the texture. His eyelids flutter closed, lashes fanning out over the high point of his cheeks, and open in the next breath to catch you staring.

“Is it that good?” you echo coyly. Osamu smirks, a glimmer in his eye. He picks up a small piece of the tai sandwiched with a hosta leaf and cups his hand beneath it while offering you a try.

“See for yaself,” he says. Energy simmers under your skin, all buzzing heat and jitters. You quickly sip your drink, rinsing your palate before shuffling closer to the table's edge and lean forward, lips eagerly parting to take the morsel into your mouth. A hitched breath. Osamu holds your gaze while you parse the hints of dashi broth and ginger.

“God. You weren’t wrong. The texture is perfect…” you stop yourself from rambling further and swipe your bottom lip as you recline in your chair, chopsticks poised like pincers. Pulse quickening behind your ribs you copy his actions, taking a sample of your dish for him to try. “Try mine too?” you offer, abashed.

Osamu struggles to temper his grin. Words aren’t necessary. He props himself onto his elbows and stretches forward, pink mouth wrapping around the end of your chopsticks. Closer now you notice the soft cupid’s bow on his top lip. He draws back with a soft groan as he chews—the sound ripples down your spine.

“Never tasted anything like that. Almost has a tangy bite to it,” he praised.

“Right? It’s amazing how they managed to marry earthy and briny together. I think it’s a Spanish dish, maybe,” you wonder aloud, eyes sweeping over the table. “How have I never been here before?”

“It’s my first time too, a friend recommended it. Heard they’ve only been open a year and some,” he tells you. Eventually the conversation slows as eating takes precedence. The server flits in and out to take your empty glasses, bringing refills. Sitting there, now with an empty plate and your third drink half full, a different spirit entirely sifts inside you.

Osamu admires you over the rim of his beer. “I never got to ask earlier,” he mused. “Are ya looking for a serious relationship or…?”

You scarcely hear him, preoccupied with staring at his other loosely curled hand beside the centrepiece. If he notices he doesn’t mention it. “I am. I’ve been trying. Any more than this I might actually fit the definition of a serial dater,” you admit, in an attempt to reciprocate some of his prior vulnerability. “But all I want is to settle down. Find someone”.

About to take another sip, Osamu's fingers slip slightly on the condensation around his pint. “Yer serious?” he baulks. His accent is thicker, rough. You wince at his tone. “Sorry, sorry. I just have a hard time believin’ nobody snatched you up yet”.

Feeling a little like a damn has broken in your chest, you nod. “Maybe I tried too hard. Somehow showing genuine interest only ever puts them off more,” a brittle bout of laughter breaks the delicate quiet, and you begin tearing at a napkin to distract yourself. “And most of them didn’t really… like my appetite. I embarrassed them sometimes, I think”.

Agitation on your behalf flickers in his expression; brows drawn taut, jaw clenched, it flies over his face and smooths out just as quickly. “That’s bullshit,” he said, sounding far calmer than he had looked. Warmth encompasses your hands and your fingers pause their repetitive motions. Osamu runs his thumb over your knuckles. “‘Scuse my manners. But ya not embarrassing in the slightest. There’s nothin’ more satisfying than watching someone eat well”.

A slow smile pulls at your lips. The napkin is in pieces. You sense his caution in crossing any boundaries, pressure alleviating as though to pull away, so you overturn your wrist and thread your fingers together. “I think so too,” you reply. “Not much better than good food and good company”.

“Guess we’ve covered all the bases,” he murmurs, squeezing until your palms kiss. “Feel like sharing some desserts with me?”

The hunger in your heart rears its head. Mentally you send a good word to Saeko, knowing you owe her more than a drink or two for this. “Can’t say no to that,” you return, voice a little thick. Whatever will prolong the night.

Dessert ends up being a beautiful burnt honey cake. It comes with a creamer of liqueur laced chocolate sauce that strays as you pour it. Osamu watches you clean a wayward thread of melted chocolate from wrist to heel with your tongue, grey eyes overcast with something heady. You feel a pulse of magnetised desire where there’d been none before as wet fingers popped free of your mouth.

It’s delicious, you're sure. You can hardly remember anything beyond the face he makes as he tries it.

The end of the date looms with dreadful finality. Osamu pays the bill in full despite your countless protests. You walk through the front dining area, busier than it had been, and in passing you bow your head toward the chef working behind the bar and the host at the entrance.

“Thank you very much,” he acknowledges politely. “Please come again”.

It’s jarring to step back out from the restaurant’s welcome embrace into the street. “Guess this is it,” you inhale deeply and move to Osamu’s side to sap him of his warmth, wrapping yourself around his arm. He pulls you closer and you yield like putty, partly the need to shield from the crisp, late night air and partly the desire to prolong your time together.

“Did you walk here?” he asks, rubbing your hip. Your hand is splayed over his chest, heat seeping through the fabric, heart tapping against your palm.

“I got dropped off,” you reply. “I’ll have a car pick me up”. Osamu dithers for a moment, visibly searching for the right words. He rubs at his neck—a nervous habit you’ve noticed.

Whatever you were expecting it wasn’t, “Are ya still hungry?”

Your mouth opens and closes. True, there’s no real physical ache of hunger but you would hardly describe yourself as full, or sated. “…I could eat,” you confess. Osamu grins at that, dark hair haloed by the streetlight. “Why?”

“My restaurant isn’t far from here. If yer comfortable with it, the cab can pick you up from there and I’ll make a treat for the ride home,” he says. He must take your brief silence to mean discomfort, because he continues on. “Ya can say no,” he murmurs, thumb stroking back and forth at your waist. “Just didn’t want the night to end yet”.

The offer strikes a chord within you, and you feel like you could burst. You want. Guided by fleeting impulse you press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. He startles and then moves as if to chase it. Your breath catches as you come together in a soft, chaste press of lips.

“I’d like that,” you rasp, patting at his chest and unwilling to part. There’s relaxed, padded muscle underneath. “What’s the address?”

After receiving the address you input it into your phone, scheduling the taxi to pick you up in around thirty minutes—at Osamu’s suggestion. As promised the restaurant is no more than a five minute walk, tucked away alongside a few other establishments. You notice the Onigiri Miya sign fixed above the door displaying his logo, but the shutters are down.

“Gotta head in through the side,” he explains quietly. You nod, clasping both hands around his forearm and letting him lead. The clink of his keys fills the silence, followed by a series of clicks. The door opens and he flicks the switch on. You squint at the intrusive light that floods the space, blinking to adjust, and make a low inquisitive noise as you meander through.

The interior errs on traditional, and it works well. Hanging along the accent wall is a banner of the shop name written in calligraphy, and other various artworks are littered throughout showcasing appreciation for the local agriculture.

Osamu disappears into the back amidst your exploring. You duck beneath the curtain draped across the doorway to find him. The kitchen is small, an obvious compromise to make room for more dining space. Food preparation is dedicated to the heart of the kitchen on an island-like setup, while dishwashing and such are pushed to the perimeter. Osamu embodies it comfortably and confidently.

Hands wrung against your stomach, you lean to get a closer look at what he’s doing. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Osamu stops, still poised to reach for the water bowl next to his workstation. There are multiple others set out, each seemingly with a different ingredient. His mouth pulls into a boyish grin. “Don’t worry about that,” he says, inclining his head to the stool opposite. “Just sit there looking pretty and I’ll feed ya something good”.

You bite the inside of your cheek and wonder if it’s possible for butterflies to hatch in your chest. A fuzzy giddiness that spreads to the tips of your fingers, and you want to kiss him again. “Promise?”

“Promise”.

Lowering onto the stool, you watch raptly as he wets his fingers and takes a pinch of salt to rub into his hands. Skin glistens under the pale florescence. Osamu's visage wanes, and you're struck by how at home he looks.

“So,” you speak, if only to fill the silence—and to hear his voice again. “What made you fall in love with food?”

Osamu scoops the cooked rice from a nearby bowl into his palm and starts to shape it. He doesn’t pause in his motions, even with the contemplative tilt of his head. “Lots’a reasons, really,” he says. “Earliest one I can remember is when I made breakfast for my gran for the first time. Ma helped out, ‘cause I was only five or six, but I was real proud of myself”.

“That’s cute,” you murmur, a nascent fondness stirring inside your body at the imagined young Osamu that flashes through your mind. “Did it turn out any good?”

Deft fingers knead a shallow dip into the centre of the rice ball. “Course it didn’t, I used way too much salt. But she still ate it, and it made her feel better”.

“Because she loves you”.

Osamu meets your eyes. Outside, droplets stutter out a drowsy staccato against the windows, cohesive with the beat of your heart. The moment feels pheromonic, like when you know something is just right the second you find it. “Yeah,” he murmurs. His mouth curls up and he tucks some of the nearby ingredients into the rice. “See, yer getting it”.

That's what it is. Osamu likes to take care of people. Your focus falls to deft fingers, gently folding the rice over, as though tucking it in. He gives it a triangular shape, adorned with a slice of nori, and sets it into a small cardboard tray. Without preamble, he reaches to start another.

"Y'know, first time I ever confessed to someone it was with onigiri," Osamu tells you, unheeding of the wellspring he opened in your chest. "Made 'em that same morning, had a speech and everything. Never told anyone I was gonna do it".

You hum and scoot closer, folding your arms atop the island. It's cold ot the touch. Osamu appears to blossom further under your avid attention. He repeats the steps, pressing new filling carefully into the heart of the rice and admits, "Got rejected, though".

Your face falls. "I'm sorry, Osamu".

"It's fine. In the end I gave one of 'em to 'Tsumu, and I ate the other," he shrugs, looking rather happy for someone talking about their botched first confession. "Know what he told me?"

"What?"

"Looks me dead in the eyes and goes 'What the hell, 'Samu. Are ya holdin' out on me? These taste better than usual'," Osamu pitches his voice as he recites the memory, presumably mocking his brother. You laugh, and he ducks his chin to hide his grin. "I remember missin' three serves that day. He told me since I suck so bad at volleyball I should be a chef instead. Idiot doesn't even remember he said it, but..."

While he had meant his words to be light you heard the significance beneath it. You rise from your seat. Osamu tucks the third and final onigiri into the tray and lets his focus stray toward you. Featherlight strokes up his forearm, you rest your cheek against his shoulder. You peer through your lashes and look at Osamu's face, at a tentative beginning.

"And now you're here," you say, reaching to cup his warm cheek. He leans into it, lids fluttering as your thumb traces an arc beneath his eye. His ears are warm against the tips of your fingers. "You did it".

"Yeah," Osamu releases a shaky breath. "Is it—can I kiss ya again?"

Your answer comes with the tilt of your head. Osamu kisses you, solemnly sweet. You can faintly taste the beer he drank. He's warm, firm under your hands. You feel him smile against your mouth and smile back, nipping at his plush lower lip. The intensity grows as a strong arm coils around your waist, his wet, rice soiled hand held away from your clothes. Your fingers slip into his hair as his tongue dips into the seam, slides over your own and along the grooves in your teeth, drinking the whine right from your mouth.

"Osamu," you sigh, pushing harder, needing to be closer, and yet he is pulling further away. "Noo, come back".

"Greedy thing" he rasps. His voice is infused with warm laughter. You hum as he kisses you again, similar to the first. It's quick and chaste, and with too much finality for your taste. "I know. But I'm pretty sure that's yer ride waiting outside".

You sniff haughtily, following his line of sight to the car headlights filtering in through the windows. "Wait. Let me walk ya out," he mumbles, turning away to find a towel to wipe his hands on. Meanwhile you gingerly pick up the takeout tray of onigiri and cradle it to your front, as though something precious.

"Ready?"

The night is colder than you remember, and you'd only been out of it for a short time. Sparse raindrops pitter patter on the pavements, leaving dark little dots on the concrete. Osamu walks ahead to check with the driver and then waves you over, opening the door himself.

"What a charmer," you tease, turning into him once more and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Osamu. I had a really great night".

"Good enough to see me again?"

The crinkles by his eyes are knowing, aware that he needn't ask at all. And the thought that you could be another person for Osamu to take care of—it satiates the ache.

"Maybe I can cook for you next time," you say as you climb into the backseat. Osamu bends, peering into the car.

"Promise?"

Loneliness is just another form of hunger. You realise that now.

"I promise".

#pls read this #hq!!#osamu #oh monty i will forever be in awe of anything you create 🥺

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cheemken · 1 year ago

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Actually, yeah you made me like the concept where they’re the most recent hosts for the dragons. I never watched any venom movie so I never made that connection but that’s actually cool :)

My idea for that concept was when the dragons got to switch hosts, they begrudgingly turn into stones or hide out somewhere safe. But they try do it in a place that regularly has humans come by. Or they’ll sometimes fuse with a Pokémon so they could still move around, and it gives them a better chance to find a human they want to fuse with. So the twins became the new host for the two dragons when they stumbled upon the stones/Pokémon by accident during the first few days of their journeys

As for Iris, idk if she would’ve found Kyurem in the Giant Chasm, or if Kyurem decided to hide in Challenger Cave since it’s closer to Opelucid City. But she does eventually find him by accident, whether it’s in his own form or in a Pokémon body, and Kyurem just takes the opportunity to fuse with Iris the moment he sees her

Idk how Venom fuses himself with someone. But I think the three dragons could like..turn their physical body into energy and forcefully fuse themselves with a host. And I also don’t know if the dragons would be mean to their hosts or if they try to explain the situation and why they need to fuse with them. But I think the first few months/years would be the host and “parasite” (as said by Hilbert) getting used to each other and figuring out how to live like this

OUGH but yeah, Iris is just young when she became the new host. Kyurem really saw a 10 yo and decided she was good enough. She DEFINITELY suffered the most out of the three cause I can actually see Kyurem being a bitch to her

Also yeah. Dragon scales, sharp teeth, claws, different coloured eyes. Cool shit right there. Yet Iris hates them and wants Kyurem out of her

In addition to these physical changes I imagine the three would have other changes. Like Iris’ body is cold to touch despite the effort to keep warm, Hilda’s body feels hot to touch, and Hilbert…idk actually lol. Man can cause static everywhere and electronics fuck up around him

But Kyurem wanting to fuse with Zekrom and Reshiram again and having the insane luck of choosing Iris as a host. Cause she’s gonna be responsible for the DNA splicer in a few years. The very item Kyurem needs to fuse into the original dragon again

And she’s the final gym leader in Pokémon BW. She’s going to eventually meet Hilda and Hilbert

GOING FUCKING INSANE AT THE IRIS ANGST CBMXBXND

Ive been thinking abt Iris angst in the next gen champs too and oughffhcjdjdjdjd

Your honour PLEASE homegirl can NOT catch a break like she's just ten in this au😭😭😭

No but that's fucked up imagine manipulating a child😭 Kyurem what are you doing cbxnxb

But also the features thing would be dope tho, cause like,, yeah Hilbert's w Reshiram in my hcs so imagine him having white streaks on his hair, and then w Hilda she'd have black streaks. Idk it'd be cool hahah which means Iris would have grey streaks lmfao pls homegirl deserves a break bcmxndn

SHIT THE DNA SPLICERS imagine how fucked up cjdmdbd imagine Kyurem going on abt how Iris should take the Splicers from Drayden, that they're one step closer to being fused with Zekrom or Reshiram, if they get the Splicers, then the only thing left is for them to find the other dragons so Kyurem can fuse with them again

But damn Iris almost didn't want to, and Kyurem can make her feel some sort of pain y'know, Iris is prolonging the inevitable, and Kyurem has no problems making her feel the pain of not complying to his wishes. Like she's really trying so hard, making up excuses, fighting tooth and nail so Kyurem won't just take over her body and look for the Splicers himself

Ough,,,, her meeting the twins, and Kyurem within her just going fucking crazy, telling her he senses Zekrom and Reshiram within the twins, how they're so so close, how he can finally achieve his goal in becoming the Original Dragon again, and god Iris is also trying so so so fucking hard not to show the twins that she's in pain, that everything feels so fucking cold, that Kyurem is surely gonna fucking kill her if she won't do what he wants, and how much longer is she gonna try and suffer just to stop him? A child can only take so much

#your honour the iris brainrot is so real tonight fr😭😭#watch me make angst for iris now in the next gen champs au too hahaha #but fr kyurem wtf are you doing💀#pokemon au #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

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sapphicsoie · 3 years ago

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i wish you would

tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: a tipsy game of 21 questions between you and peter turns heated after you make a snarky remark

based on a fic idea by @spidervee on this post (idea #2)

warnings: nsfw, this is literally porn with no plot, dom/sub, overstimulation, swearing, oral (fem receiving), dirty talking, penetrative sex, maybe a wee bit of degradation and praise kink, tbh never done warnings before so oop

author's notes: this is the first smut i've ever written that wasn't a blurb, i hope it's ok! accidentally turned it into a college au but i picture them in grad school. wrote the majority of it on an airplane. also- shoutout to my irl besties who beta'ed this for me, and to vee for the fic idea!

minors: do not interact. i know you're gonna read this shit regardless of what writers tell you, all i ask is that you don't interact with this post or my account. thanks 🫶🏻

word count: 2.1k

You, Gwen, Peter, and Harry were sitting on the floor of Peter and Harry’s apartment on a Friday night drinking the alcohol Harry had bought for tonight. The only reason the alcohol was any good was that Harry bought it. If you, Gwen, or Peter had bought it, you would have been drinking glorified rubbing alcohol, so once again, Harry and his wallet came to the rescue. You had all had a tough week. Peter and Gwen had to work long hours in the lab on top of classes and homework, Peter also had to do recon on an underground trafficking ring, and you had a midterm every single day that week. Harry was the only one that had a decent week, it seemed, but he was always looking for an excuse to drink with the three of you, so when he heard that you all had had a week from hell, he was more than happy to buy the alcohol and pizzas.

It was two in the morning, and the pizza had gone cold. Somehow you ended up playing 21 questions, and it started relatively innocent but quickly divulged into something much dirtier. Poor Peter was the victim of ruthless teasing between Harry and you, Gwen being too nice to partake.

Peter was getting asked questions like, “What’s the weirdest porn video you’ve gotten off to?”

“Peter, who did you lose your virginity to?” you ask, smiling, and you take a sip of your hard cider.

“Hah! I know the answer to that one,” Harry says, smirking.

Peter was the colour of a tomato.

“Harry, I swear to God if you say anything, I will murder you in your sleep,” Peter responds angrily.

“Oh, Peter! It’s okay if you’re a virgin. You can be honest. You’re amongst friends.” you say in mock sympathy. Harry doubles over laughing while Gwen sits there, unsure how to react.

“I have so many ways to make you shut up right now y/n,” Peter replies, staring you down.

“Yeah, well, I wish you would,” you challenge, rolling your eyes before looking him in the eye with a smirk as you take a sip of your drink.

Peter nods before standing up and announcing, “That’s it. Gwen, Harry, get the fuck out,” he starts to pick up the empty drink bottles and motions for Harry and Gwen to get up.

“Parker, what the hell this is my house?!” Harry yells.

“It’s two in the freaking morning! Where are we supposed to go?” Gwen adds.

“As your roommate, I’m asking you to get the fuck out” Peter pushes him towards the door.

Harry rolls his eyes and stands up, Gwen following suit.

“I need my shoes if you want me to leave! Have you seen them?” Gwen looks around the room frantically while grabbing her coat and bag while Harry slips on his shoes and takes a chug of beer before putting on his jacket and grabbing a half-empty six-pack from the coffee table. Peter opens the door and ushers them out quickly. You hear someone yell, “USE A CONDOM!” before Peter shuts the door and locks it.

You’re still sitting crossed-legged on the floor, shocked at the scene that just played out.

“Stand up. Now.” Peter says, warm brown eyes almost black, stalking toward you like your prey he’s about to catch.

You don’t move, giggling. You didn’t know Peter had it in him. He was the sweetest, most gentle person you knew. You couldn’t picture this side of him at all. You knew he was Spiderman and fought criminals regularly, but he’s never shown any anger or even passion aside from when he rants about scientific discoveries.

“Pretty sure I asked you to do something, Bunny,” he says, standing over you, looking down on you. That comment goes right to your core, feeling yourself growing wet at the look and tone of voice he’s giving you.

“And if I don’t? Get up, I mean.” You reply, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He scoffs, nodding while looking away for a second. “You have three seconds.”

Three seconds pass. Peter grabs you and throws you over his shoulder with the ease of picking up a bag of flour. You let out a surprised yelp, squirming a bit, putting up a fight to see how far you can take it as he carries you to his bedroom.

“You can act like a brat all you want, but you’re going to regret it just so you know,” he tells you, sounding carefree and unaffected by the situation the two of you were in, which is more than you can say for yourself. At this point, you were squeezing your legs together in an attempt to hide how turned on you were when you were interrupted by Peter telling you he could smell how turned on you were. Well shit, there goes the last of your dignity.

He tosses you onto the bed, and you let out an “oomph” as your back hits the mattress. You go to sit up, only to be stopped by Peter pushing you back down. He grabs your wrists, moving them above your head. You hear a “thwip” and feel something sticky on your skin. You look up to see your wrists webbed to the bed and your core pulses at the new kink you just discovered.

“What are you going to do?” You ask, your heart beating fast at the prospect of what’s about to happen.

“Making you shut up.” He replies, sliding your jeans and underwear off your legs, kissing you down your stomach, sucking a love mark onto your hip before opening your legs and moving to your inner thighs, leaving a bruise there too.

“I thought you were a vir-” you say, only to be cut off by sucking in a deep breath as Peter likes a stripe up your slit. He starts rubbing slow circles on your clit as he looks up at you to say, “Oh I’m sorry baby, were you saying something?” raising an eyebrow in question, feigning innocence.

You can’t think of a single comprehensible thought, let alone a witty comeback to say because you’re too lost in how fucking amazing you feel and how much you want Peter to put his mouth back on you, to make you come so hard you see stars.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks at you before going back to pleasing you. He starts licking gently at your clit as he slides one finger down your slit to your entrance, slipping one finger in and curling it, making you jolt.

“Fuck, P-Peter oh my god,” you say breathlessly as he starts sucking on your clit in earnest, slipping a second finger in your cunt, slowly scissoring in and out, stretching you.

He switches his fingers for his tongue, first lapping up your slick then moving to lick into your cunt as he circles your clit with the pad of his index finger. You genuinely think you just might see God because your whole body is tingling, and you can feel your thighs shake as you get closer and closer to your climax.

“Oh fuck, fuck! I’m gonna c-cum Peter please!” You whine, toes curling and tilting your hips up to rock into his tongue.

“Go ahead baby, you can cum,” he says while pressing harder into your clit and adding his fingers into your pussy, feeling you clench around them as you come.

You’re riding the high of your orgasm when you realise Peter isn’t stopping. The sharp feeling of overstimulation makes you try and close your legs, but Peter stops you, holding them open, licking up the slick from your orgasm.

“Peter, it hurts,” you mewl, squirming as he swirls his tongue around your clit.

“I’m sure it does, but this is what happens to brats who don’t listen, bunny. You’re going to come one more time on my tongue and fingers, then twice on my cock.” He responds.

You nod dumbly, too absorbed in the feeling of him licking into you to process what he says entirely. You let out quiet moans, rocking your hips to meet his fingers and tongue, feeling yourself get closer to coming again. You tug at the webs holding you to the headboard, but they don’t budge. As Peter makes figure-eights against your clit, you feel yourself push over the edge again, tensing your whole body as you come. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible.

Peter gives you a brief respite, slipping his shirt, sweatpants, and boxers off, revealing his dick which is honestly much bigger than you anticipated, and your mouth goes a little dry. Peter notices your nervousness.

“Hey, you okay? We can stop now if you want,” He asks gently, rubbing circles into your hip bone.

“No, I’m good. It just took me by surprise. I want you,” you respond, giving a small smile and opening your legs so they’re in a butterfly position. He grabs a condom from his bedside table drawer and slides it on. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He lines up with your entrance, sliding in slowly until he bottoms out.

“You feel so good in me Peter,” you moan, closing your eyes and tilting your head back, feeling how full you are. He starts thrusting slowly, rocking his hips into yours, leaning down to kiss you. You stay like that for a while, slow thrusts with soft, tender kisses.

“I’m not made of glass. You can go harder,” you say, looking him in the eye, impatient now that you had grown used to his cock inside of you.

“Suit yourself,” he replies, grabbing your hips as he starts drilling into you hard and fast, leaving bruising touches on your hips. He then brings one of his hands down to circle your clit. You gasp as you feel sparks in your core from the attention to your clit. Your pussy throbs, and you’re overwhelmed by all the sensations so close to coming. You let out soft whines, clenching down on his dick, pushing yourself closer and closer to oblivion.

“Such a good girl for me y/n, all it took for you to shut up was a few orgasms and my dick,” Peter says, enunciating as he thrusts into you particularly hard. That’s what sends you over the edge, pushing your hips up to meet his as you ride your high.

Peter slows his thrusts for a bit, giving you a chance to breathe before starting to pound into you to chase his orgasm. Your limbs feel like they’re made of jelly as Peter fucks you, pleasure melding with pain until you can’t tell which is which. You can barely hear the sounds of skin slapping together, of you and Peter’s moans, over the sound of the roaring in your ears.

“Three down, one more to go baby,” he grunts, pistoning his hips at a new angle that feels like it’s practically touching your cervix.

“Holy f-fucking shit, P-Peter,” the words tumble out of your mouth, pulling at the webs in an attempt to grab onto Peter. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts into you at the new angle, cock scraping against your sensitive spot every time. You can practically feel his cock pulsing inside of you, feeling so stuffed full.

“I’m gonna cum, I wanna feel you cum too, Bunny,” he says, circling your clit as he thrusts into you. You feel yourself come for the fourth and final time, and as your cunt clenches down on Peter’s cock, you feel him come too, slowing his hips as he rides out his orgasm.

He pulls out, sitting on the side of the bed and disposing of the condom, before kissing you on the lips briefly and walking to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and grab the stuff to dissolve the webs.

“Such a good girl, did so good y/n,” He says, dissolving the webs before wiping you down, leaving kisses along the way.

You bring your hands up to his face, kissing him on the lips. You break away after a few seconds of gentle kisses, and he rolls over to lay side by side with you on the bed, the two of you looking up at the ceiling.

You turn your head to look at his face, and he turns his head to look at yours. “Guess you aren’t a virgin, after all, Parker!” you say, laughing as Peter rolls his eyes, giving you a light shove.

“You are literally the worst y/n.” He groans before joining in with your laughter.

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Is it possible for you to give Wanda another chance or will it cause more damage than good?

18+ MINORS DNI! – I am NOT responsible for the content you consume online. I’ve provided warnings, if you refuse to acknowledge them, this is at your own risk.

Translation: miláčik (darling), srdiečko (sweetheart), dievčatko (baby girl), princezná (princess)

Key: e/c (eye colour)

AC: I love how this wasn’t intended to have a part 2 and now it’s got a part 3. Also, please bear with me Sokovia was bordered by Slovakia so Wanda speaks Slovakian in this. Enjoy! (this better not get me banned lmao)

“What do you want, baby?” Wanda asked, repeating the same words you asked her months ago. Still speechless your mind running with many different thoughts. Her eyes looked hopefully for a positive answer, but your mind was clouded with what ifs.

“I…. if you…I…Wanda” you stuttered trying to piece together your words, “I ca... I won’t be able to cope if you break my heart again. Everything you’re saying right now is just words and I was always told that actions speak louder than words”

“Give me a little time to show you, please…please don’t leave…if you go” her eyes built up with tears as you slowly pulled your hands out of her hold. “Y/n, I can’t lose you again”

Cold silence filled the room once again, this time you thought about things differently and wondered if giving her this once chance might be okay or would it ruin you even more. The hurt in her eyes gave you the same hurtful feeling you felt 7 months ago when she walked out the door, could you find it within yourself to do the same? Leave her with the broken heart to fix like she did to you? No, never.

“One chance” you spoke ever so softly, “Once chance Wanda, it’s all I can give you…” you added.

Wanda smiled lightly; her eyes showed a faint sparkle at your words. “Once chance” she repeated with a nod showing she understood that if she ruined this again, you’d never give her another.

“I should go…I have some things to sort out” you made the excuse, wanting to give yourself time to think and really be sure this was a good idea. “Yeah, sure” Wanda walked you to the door, “Y/n” she spoke as you walked out. You turned around and were met with her big green eyes once again, “I meant what I said…I will give you my all”.

A soft smile tugged on the corner of your lips before you left.

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For a few weeks, Wanda took things slowly. She left mugs of hot coffee at your medical station every morning just moments before you arrived, so it was still hot. Then on your lunch break every second day she brought you over some lunch she’d make for you along with the two of you smiling at each other in passing.

Things eventually turned into more public affection. When the team had game night or a relaxing night with popcorn and movies Wanda would always invite you. She’d drape an arm around you when nobody was paying attention and every time she did so, you snuggled closer to her to soak up her body warm that would keep you warm in the winter. Soon you found yourself in her room some nights with take-out and card games and watching sitcoms together while cuddled up in her bed.

It would be a lie to say that you weren’t falling for her all over again although this time definitely felt different. A wave of love rushed through your body when she whispered sweet nothings to you while watching movies. You feel a sense of change deep within Wanda’s heart, but her eyes still begged for forgiveness.

“Wands”

“Yes miláčik?” she replied twirling a lock of your hair as your head rested on her shoulder. You loved when she spoke Slovakian, you missed it. She used to only speak it when you’d spent the night in her bed.

“Tony is holding another one of his parties and I wanted to know if maybe you’d come…with me?” you asked slowly lifting your heard to look at her.

“Are you sure? I want to of course but are you sure you want to take that step?” she looked into your eyes as you nodded. “I think we will be fine” you softly smiled.

“Well then, of course I will come with you” Wanda replied with a kissed on the top of your head.

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You weren’t nervous about Tony’s party, but you could tell Wanda was. The two of you had been enjoying things as they were, just the two of you and her team working out that both of you were working things out together.

“You’re nervous” you watched Wanda put on her boots on.

“Not when I have you by my side” Wanda smiled up at you, “come on, we’ll be late” she added before grabbing her phone.

The party was crowded, no surprises there. You, Wanda, Natasha, Clint, and Thor stood together as a group, drinking your drinks, and laughing at Thor’s best Tony impression. Wanda slightly stood behind you with one arm around your waist, every now and then she’d whisper in your ear how beautiful you looked and how lucky she was to be here with you.

Everything was swell before Nat, Clint and Thor left you and Wanda alone for a while.

“Wanda? Oh my god! Wanda! Hi!” a young dark hair woman stopped in her tracks, she was beautiful and no doubt Wanda’s type. Wanda looked at her confused as if she didn’t know who she was. “It’s me” the woman smiled, “It’s Charlotte” Wanda still looked confused, “we met at Tony’s last party? I was work the bar” the woman added, your heart sunk once Wanda realised who she was.

“Oh, Charlotte, hi…uhm, how have you been?” Wanda asked with a fake smile.

“I’m good! It’s been how long? Agh, I had so much fun that night” she smirked making you roll your eyes and slightly shake of your head. Wanda felt you move slightly away from her; her eyes look at you with a look of sorry written over her face. “Uh, yeah, it was a good night” Wanda replied in an uncomfortable tone.

Charlotte lent in towards Wanda’s right hear and whispered something you couldn’t hear, the sound of plastic hitting the floor caught your attention. Your eyes dropped and saw a hotel key, Wanda’s eyes burned into you as Charlotte pulled away. “Oops! I’m always dropping things” Charlotte quickly covered up her sly attempt to hand Wanda the space hotel key.

“Y/n, srdiečko, let’s go. I think we could use a refill” Wanda reached for you which you ignored.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t aware you were here with somebody” Charlotte played off.

“I was literally standing next to Wanda but sure” you mumbled. Charlotte threw you a glare at your sarcasm.

“Y/n, please, let’s just go” Wanda’s hand still reached out for you, “please” she mouthed.

“I mean…if she’s not interest Wanda”

“Shut the hell up!” Wanda snapped at Charlotte giving her a glare that almost made her eyes flash red. To avoid a scene you grabbed Wanda’s hand, “let’s just go Wands” you looked at her.

Wanda gently led the two of you out of the party, to the cold hall just outside the room. “This is why I was nervous” Wanda starts.

“Why? Because there’s a handful of people you’ve slept with here?” you snapped.

“I know what it looks like, Y/n”

“You do? Good because I didn’t want to have to ask you if you slept with her the night, you turned your back on us!” anger filled your body as you recalled the night many months ago. “Did you serious sleep with her after I told you I loved you?!” tears filled your e/c eyes.

“No! I swear I didn’t! After I left that night…I got drunk, we had a few drinks, and she made a move, but I left. Nothing happened after that. We kissed and that was it” Wanda tried to explain.

“I knew this was a bad idea! I knew I should’ve just left!” you mumbled to yourself, taking a few steps away from Wanda.

“Y/n, please…don’t say that. We’ve been good recently, right? please don’t say this was a mistake”

“Wanda how can I believe you? She literally tried to give you her hotel key, right in front of me may I add” you turned to look at her once again.

“I was stupid, yes! But I’m not that low”

“What did she whisper to you?”

Wanda shook her head, “It doesn’t matter”

“What did she whisper Wanda? I want to know” crossing your arms over your chest. Wanda sighed, “she just said – “

“Word for Word” you cut her off.

“I miss the chats we shared and laughs we made. I came here hoping you’d be here, I’m still open for a night of fun if you are” Wanda looked you in the eyes as she repeated word for word, “then she tried to slide me her hotel key” she added.

“Is this what it’s going to be like? We’re at the mall and we run into another one of your one-night stands? Somebody you didn’t call back? People who want to repeat such a magical night with you?” uncrossing your arms and brushing your hair back behind your ear, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that when I said I’d give you another chance…and now I just- “

“Don’t say it…baby, please. Just forget about them, they mean nothing to me. You know this” Wanda stepped closer to you, her hands reaching for your hips. “I know I haven’t made things easy with this…I know we might get looks and whispers but honestly, let them. Let them whisper, let them look, let them run either mouth, let them be jealous that it’s you that I’ve fallen in love with” Wanda took the last step closer to you. Her hands rested on your hips; tear drops fell from your cheek.

“You…you said you liked me” your mind replayed the moment weeks ago when Wanda confessed, she liked you. Wanda nodded, “I did but I’ve realised that losing you and the thought of not seeing you anymore is a reality I don’t want, and I think about you all the time” she caused a smile to from on your lips, “dievčatko, I think about you every night before a fall asleep and your still on my mind when I wake up. Seeing you even just for a moment makes my heart skip a beat, I think that means I love you” Wanda added.

Any anger you had slowly faded away the longer you looked into her eyes. “You mean that?” you asked her, you just wanted to hear her say it again.

“I do” she placed a kiss on your forehead, “I love you Y/n” she looked back into your eyes. Not giving it a second thought, your lips met hers for the first time in a long time. You pulled her closer as she deepened the kiss, holding you a little tighter at your hips.

Only pulling away for air, you whispered against her lips, “let them talk, right?”

“That’s right, let them talk baby” she kissed you once again.

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It was a little hard for the first few months when Wanda and you decided to make things official, going out for date night sometimes would be interrupted with a random person you’ve never seen before but they knew Wanda. She was nice to them but always kept the interactions short and sweet, always assuring to intro you to them.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/n” always made you flush, and Wanda knew it, she saw the red that filled your cheeks, and she took pride in that. Any chance she got; she showed you off as her partner. One days where she wasn’t doing Avenger stuff, you’d find her and you in her bed cuddling or outside taking long walks. Most of your nights were spent with Wanda, she held you protectively as you’d fall asleep in her arms. She cooked for you, she continued to bring you coffee and lunch, she waited for you at the end of each shift as you would wait for her at the helipad whenever she would return from missions.

Wanda just returned from a two-month mission, a wide smile on her lips the moment she saw you waiting.

“Hi baby” you smiled, pulling her in for a long passionate kiss.

“Mmm” she hummed, “Hi dievčatko” she smiled against your lips before kissing you once more. Wrapping her arms around you tightly. “God, I missed you and that accent” you giggled when she picked you and spun you around, “I missed you so much, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to call” she placed you back on your feet. “Don’t worry, I knew if something was wrong, I’d somehow find out” you stroked her cheeks with both hands, “you need a shower” you pointed out, wiping a speck of dirty from under her left eye. “Want to join me?” she whispered. You nodded; your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

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Steam from the shower filled the Wanda’s bathroom as warm water ran over your naked bodies. The heated make out season only added to the steam fogging the mirror above the sink.

“I hated leaving you” Wanda said as her lips moved to your neck, her hands running down your ribs to your hips. “I know, baby” you threw your head back gently against the wall to give her more access to your neck. Wanda left serval visible marks, soft moans left your lips when she toyed with your nipples, “Wands” you moaned when she pinched a little harder. Her lips latched onto your left nipple, your right hand resting on Wanda’s wet hair while you moaned once more. Releasing with a pop she returned the same attention to your right breast, her left hand creeping up your thigh.

“Is it because of the shower or me?” she smirked after releasing your right breast from her lips.

“Shut up” you playful shook your head pulling her back to your lips, another moan left your lips when Wanda rested her forehead against yours and moving her right thigh between your legs. “Cum on my thigh” she whispered before kissing your lips once more, her right hand lifting your left leg up slightly. You start rubbing yourself against her thigh slowly, moan more when she returned to leaving kisses on your neck. Eventually moving faster, one hand placed on the wall and the other pressed against the glass wall of the shower to keep your balance. Wanda’s hand squeezed your butt tightly as she helped guide you to move faster.

“Harder” you huffed in a moan, her high rubbing your clit in the right stop to throw your head back once more. Wanda applied a little more pressure to her hold on you as you sped up the speed. “I’m gonna cum baby, fuck!”

“Go on srdiečko” Wanda smirked.

Hearing her accent cut the coil in your stomach, Cumming on her thigh with her name leaving from your lip’s serval times. Wanda held you up as you came down from your high, crashing your lips back on your hers once you were stable again.

Your hands roamed her body like she did yours, caressing her breasts causing her to moan. “Baby don’t tease me today, please” she begged, “I’ve missed you” she adds was your lips worked down to her chest, taking her right nipple into your mouth, rolling your tongue around her harden bud. “That’s a good girl” Wanda moaned; her head thrown back as you pleasured her nipples.

The two of you forgetting about the running water as your lips travelled further down her body before you rested yourself on your knees. “Look at me princezná” Wanda spoke before you kissed the inside of her thighs. You looked up at her, water droplets covered both of your faces.

“If you’re a good girl and make mommy cum, I’ll let you ride my fingers, okay?” she spoke.

“Yes mommy” you nodded.

“Go on baby, give mommy what she needs” Wanda smirked before spreading her lips wider for you. Gently you placed her right leg over your shoulder, leaving kisses on the inside of her thigh before licking one strip up through her folds where she needed you the most.

“That’s it baby” she moaned once she felt you leave kisses on her outer lips before paying extra attention to her clit. Wanda used one hand to keep her steady while her other hand found your head and slightly pushing your further into her. You parted her outer lips with your tongue to expose the inner lips, and then kissed them softly earning another loud moan from Wanda, “srdiečko, don’t tease” she groaned.

You smirked before dipping your tongue into her wet hole a few times before licking a few more strokes through her folds. “I swear to god dieťa!” Wanda moaned pushing herself more into you, that’s when you drew circles around her clit with your tongue. “Fuck, srdiečko! Your tongue is heaven!” she moaned once more. The more moans you got from her the faster you started lapping at her.

“Keep going srdiečko, mommy’s gonna cum!” Wanda warned which only made you apply a little more pressure to her clit. “Yes!” she almost screams as she became undone, helping her ride out her high making sure none of her juices went to waste.

“Maybe I should go away more often” Wanda caught her breath.

“I missed you mommy” you said as you got back on your feet, Wanda crashing her lips onto you again, moaning at the taste of herself on your lips. “You really did miss mommy, didn’t you”

“I did” you nodded, “I best give you your reward than” Wanda winked, two of her fingers running through your folds. “Did making mommy cum make you more wet, srdiečko?” she asked. Again, you nodded, “please” you whimpered.

“You’re such a good girl, using your manners” Wanda kissed your collar bone, using your slick to cover her fingers before easing two into your needy hole.

“Oh, srdiečko, you’re so warm” she kissed your jaw, “and tight” her lips met yours again. You held onto Wanda’s shoulders, your nails digging into her skin as she started thrusting her fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck!” you moaned when she went faster. “Mommy, you f-feel so good” your eyes rolled back to the back of your head.

“Play with your little clit for me, srdiečko” Wanda instructed.

You played with the bundle of nerves, moaning loudly when Wanda went slightly harder. Clenching around her fingers she knew you were close.

“You’re close, you can cum baby” she kissed your neck once again.

“Agh! I’m close” you didn’t quiet hear her words.

“I know, srdiečko, cum for mommy” she whispered in your ear pushing you over the edge once more. “I’ve got you” she said, slowly removing her fingers and holding you up as you returned to reality.

Wanda helped wash you up before wrapping you in her robe and guiding you to the share bed, your body tired and worn out, not that you were complaining.

“Go to sleep, srdiečko. I’m right here” you heard Wanda whisper before drifting off to sleep.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wandavision #marvel #the avengers #fanfiction

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