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sorchathered · 1 year ago

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Something in the Orange

Happy Valentine’s Day babes! Just a little Bob one shot to celebrate the day.❤️

Pairing- Bob Floyd x reader

Warnings- Drinking, language, smut

Summary- North Island’s new medical officer seems to have caught everyone’s eye, but she has her sights set on a certain WSO.

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Knuckles rapping against the shitty cafeteria table startle you out of your thoughts, looking up you audibly groan at who has decided to grace you with his presence. Jake Seresin, or Hangman as you know him has sidled up to the table of aviators and medics with a cocksure smile and flirty demeanor almost every day this week and to be frank it’s really starting to get on your nerves. Being the head medical officer for the dagger squad isn’t a boring job by any means and sometimes all you want is to just eat in silence, today unfortunately no one is giving you that opportunity.

“What’s up doc?” He says while wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes, he has got to be the cheesiest man you’ve ever met and you still don’t know how any of his lines get him a date.

“Just living the dream Hangman, trying to catch a break and hoping one of you doesn’t wind up in my infirmary today.”

If he gets the hint that you aren’t interested he doesn’t acknowledge, just makes himself at home in your space and swipes a chip off your plate.

“Hard deck tonight, everyone’s going, you gonna tag along? I’d love to buy you a drink.”

You had in fact planned to go, but not to spend time giving Seresin any more attention than his giant ego needed. You had your eye on someone else entirely, but being the shiny new toy in fightertown (single, under 40, and hot) meant that every available guy (and some girls) on the squad had been vying for your attention the past few weeks since your arrival. It was becoming tedious, you knew you would need to set up some boundaries but you’d been testing the waters and just trying to make some friends, not looking for anything serious yet. Well unless a certain someone wanted that but that was a whole other can of worms.

So you just smiled up at Mirimar’s golden boy and told him you’d see him later that evening, not missing the glare a certain bespectacled WSO had directed in his teammate’s direction. You’d unpack that later.

Bob Floyd had been your one serious boyfriend in your navy career, you’d both been stationed together in Maryland in your mid twenties and had gotten on like a house on fire. But you both were young and not ready for anything substantial so when he moved to Lemoore you both agreed to stay friends and see where life took you. It was hard and you were heartbroken but you knew now it had been for the best, neither one of you were ready for marriage at the time and your careers kept you both on opposite sides of the planet which made things even more difficult. But now you were here, seeing each other every day and it was slowly driving him insane having to watch every one of his squad mates flirt with you on the daily. He knew you probably found it hilarious how it got under his skin, he didn’t have the right to say anything about it anymore and that was what frustrated him the most. He’d been the one to break things off, he’d put you both in the position you were in and he couldn’t stand it. But you two had barely spoken since you’d joined the team, and who knows if he even still had a shot in the first place?

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Hard Deck Fridays had become a commonplace for the Dagger Squad and their crew, and tonight was no exception. The bar was packed to capacity, everyone tossing back drinks and toasting to the weekend, congregating by the pool tables near the jukebox while Hangman and Coyote ran the dart board. You finally squeezed your way through the crowd after getting a beer for you and your medic buddy Carrie, grateful that she had claimed a table with Phoenix and a few of the other girls in your group. You all chatted and gossiped over the news of the week and you could finally feel the tension release from your shoulders, it really had been a good idea to get out tonight you hadn’t realized how much you’d needed the girl time.

“Uh oh girls, Rooster’s headed this way”

You all craned your necks to get a good look, there was no denying that Bradley Bradshaw was hot, but he definitely wasn’t your type. He’d made it known more than once that he wasn’t a commitment kinda guy and you were perfectly fine with viewing him as eye candy and letting that be that. But he had his eyes set on you tonight and his heated gaze raking over your body had you feeling some kind of way. “Down girl, it’s been a while but damn you need to get it together” you thought as he made his way over, one night in the sack with Bradshaw wouldn’t be worth the weeks of awkwardness that would be sure to follow and the repercussions were enough to keep him at arms length.

“Evening ladies,” he said with a lopsided grin, sunglasses still perched on his nose despite being indoors, which should have looked stupid but on him it was definitely working.

“Y/n wanna take a walk outside with me for a bit? I’d love a chance to get to know our new medical officer a little better.”

Well he certainly took the direct route, you had to hand it to him. He knew what he wanted and went for it, you could respect that. But as your eyes flicked up to make your response you noticed Bob at the table across from you with Fanboy, eyes boring into yours with a look you knew all too well. That I know what you look like on your knees kind of look, and damn it you were turned on just at the memories of him. So you smiled sweetly at Bradley and politely turned him down, making your way towards the bathrooms with a slight nod of your head in Bob’s direction. He slung back the last of his whiskey and made an excuse to leave the group, no one the wiser at what was transpiring.

In the dark hallway by the restrooms he found you, nervously playing with your bracelet and eyes darting all over as you looked for him. You sighed in relief when you saw him and he reached out for your hand to take you through the back exit into the balmy summer night.

You felt like every nerve was on fire, you’d been avoiding him the past few weeks, afraid to ask how he was or how things had been. What if he was in a relationship? What if he was over you and wasn’t interested anymore? You’d spent way too many nights with your hand hovering over his contact in your phone, way too chicken shit to make the call. But now he was here and holding your hand and you might explode just from the proximity alone. He had bulked up since you’d seen him last, muscles stretching that white tee just right and his hair was lighter from all the days in the California sun. Freckles covered his nose and cheeks and you wondered if they were along his shoulders and back as well, wondered what it’d be like to be in his arms again, in his bed, listening to him sing to you as you fell asleep like he used to. You needed to know if you had a shot, it was right on the tip of your tongue and you couldn’t bury it anymore.

“Robby, uh I know it’s been a while but-“

“I missed you.”

You blinked up at him with shock now, how much time had you wasted the past few weeks avoiding him? Regret flooded you at the realization that you should have had this talk sooner.

“I missed you too.”

He didn’t wait for you to say anything else, crowding you up against the weathered wall of the bar and leaning in to cup your cheeks with his hands. He rubbed his nose along yours and you let out a shaky laugh, he’d always been so good at rendering you speechless, drunk on the smell of his cologne and heat of his body pressed against yours.

“Can I kiss you sweetheart? Wanna make up for all that lost time we wasted.”

You nodded maybe a little too enthusiastically because he huffed out an amused laugh but pulled you impossibly closer, lips molding to yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed. God you’d missed him, no one had ever filled the void he’d left in his wake no matter how hard you’d tried. The two of you a tangled bunch of limbs and tongues in an all too familiar dance that had your hands roaming and bodies grinding into each other, barely aware that you were in a very public space. The bar door flung open and startled you both, Phoenix peeking out into the darkness to find the two of you still pressed together, chests heaving as you gasped for air.

“So I see you two have kissed and made up” she said with a laugh, and Bob hid his face in the crook of your neck, giggles pouring from him which brought on a round of them from yourself. She smiled knowingly and with a wink waved you both off, of course Bob had told her everything about the two of you, it wasn’t a surprise at all in her mind that she would eventually find the two of you like this; it had only been a matter of time. “I like her” you said as you fixed his crooked glasses. “Yeah, she grows on you, like mold” which sent you both into a laughing fit, it felt good to be with him like this again. No more tension between the two of you and it had you craving domesticity with him even more.

“What does this mean?” You whispered up at him, you didn’t know if you could bear it if he didn’t want to start over and the uncertainty in your eyes broke his heart.

“I was stupid, so so stupid. I love you, I never stopped. I won’t screw it up this time baby, I swear it.” He reaches for your hand and sticks his pinky out, knows your affinity for pinky promises and that they are law in your heart. It’s binding, if you two cross this bridge and he makes this promise there’s no going back.

With a shaky breath you link yours with his and blink back the tears that blind your eyes, he really does mean it. He won’t break your heart again.

“Let’s go inside before Phoenix comes back, she’s relentless and it’s time I introduce you to her properly. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He pecks your lips and then helps you fix your hair and dress, leading the way back to your table. To say the group seemed stunned was an understatement, no one but Natasha had known you even knew each other and now here was their quiet WSO with the new girl in his lap kissing her like they’d known each other for ages. Bradley turned to Jake who gave him a flabbergasted look as well, how the hell had Baby on Board managed to snatch you up when they couldn’t even get a second glance from you? Coyote ever the nosy gossip of the group sidled over to the two of you pulling you both from your conversation, Bob giving him an eyebrow raise clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

“Ease up Bob, just curious about how you two kids know each other, you two look awfully cozy.”

You patted Bob’s cheek and smiled, the rumor mill would swirl regardless so why not get ahead of it now? You leaned in to give Bob a quick kiss and then turned all your attention to the group who clearly couldn’t mind their own business, eavesdropping on your conversation and failing miserably at hiding their interest.

“Not that it’s any of your business Lieutenant Machado but Bob and I go way back. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to have my boyfriend take me home and fuck me senseless so if you’ve gotten your answers I’d suggest you find somewhere else to be.” You smiled a saccharine sweet look at him, laced with a bit of venom as you dared anyone to say anything untoward. You knew the guys liked to pick on him and you wouldn’t have it happening on your watch anymore. Coyote gave an incredulous look but got the hint and with a fist bump to Bob made his way back to the group. Everyone else seemed awestruck until you glanced over the room, then they magically all had something else to do or look at that wasn’t the two of you.

Bob and Phoenix choked out a laugh and he squeezed your side, when you looked at him his eyes were hungry, heat pooling in your stomach at the look he gave you. It’d been so long since you’d been together but you would never forget what that look meant and you gasped for air, squeezing your eyes and legs shut at the same time as he leaned in to nuzzle next to your ear.

“Think we should get out of here pretty girl, what’dya say? Time to go home so you can get fucked senseless like you put so eloquently?” He huffs out a laugh, he’d missed your smart mouth and zero tolerance for bullshit.

Your response gets lost in your throat somewhere, but you follow him out of the bar as he waves everyone off, they’ll no doubt have plenty to ask you both on Monday but he didn’t give a shit, you were here and he’d been an absolute fool to let you go. He wouldn’t do it again.

He’d tried to move on countless times over the past few years, if he was honest with himself he looked for you in every woman he dated but no one seemed to fit the bill. You two had kept in contact over the years and he knew you hadn’t settled down either, hope always in the back of his mind that you’d find your way back to each other.

He’d barely made it in the door before he was on you, wrenching your tiny dress over your head to find you in nothing but the tiniest scrap of underwear he’d ever seen. You were grinding your body all over his and whining deep in your throat as he ran his knuckles up against your nipples. Scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, peals of laughter leaving you and he swatted your ass, God he’d missed this. He’d never had this kind of intimacy with anyone else. It was easy, like breathing when the two f you were in bed, always talking and laughing while also rough and dirty, the sex was always hot but the partnership you shared was something neither of you could find anywhere else.

You bounced backward as he plopped you onto his bed, and you were suddenly very aware that he had too many clothes on. You needed him now, there would be plenty of time to talk and take time relearning each others bodies but in this moment you wanted him inside you.

“Robby, please. Please fuck me, need it so badly missed you so much.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, pulling his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the dark. Pants made it just below his ass before he was pulling himself free and sliding into you. You gasped as he manhandled you, grasping his face to lick into his mouth as he slammed back into you with a sharp thrust, you had been soaked the minute you two got in the car and were more than ready to let him have you. It was animalistic the way he was fucking into you, sucking and biting whatever skin he could reach as he grunted praise in your ear, how tight your little wet pussy was and how badly he wanted to mark you up, keep you stuffed full of him every second of every day, needed to fuck you until you couldn’t walk anymore and you clenched down on his cock, it was too much and not enough all at once, you needed him like oxygen, so many nights you’d spent pretending your fingers were his cock but nothing could ever substitute how good Bob could make you feel.

He needed you to cum, his resolve was crumbling but he couldn’t let himself finish without you letting go first, needed to see you come undone and watch that fucked out stupid smile on your face he’d missed so much while he took what he needed from your spent body. He snaked a hand down to your throbbing clit and swiped slow circles to build you up, watched your chest and neck flush as you began to wail and thrash in his arms, pussy pulsing around him and he couldn’t hold it in anymore, biting down on your shoulder as he came hard, painting your walls in his release as you cried and bucked into him, still coming down from your high.

Finally the heaviness in his chest he’d had since you arrived felt bearable, he took a deep breath that he swore he’d been holding for days and appraised his handiwork as you sucked in deep breaths. Your chest was littered in what would be dark hickies before the weekend was through, bite mark on your shoulder would definitely cause some looks but you looked like an angel from the orange glow of the hallway light, and Bob finally felt himself relax.

You giggled into his shoulder as he melted into you, broad heavy body crushing you into the mattress and you felt like you were floating from the afterglow.

“So, is it safe to say we’re back together?” He said with a sheepish grin and you slapped his ass causing him to yelp and rub his stubble into your cheek.

“Might have to keep my options open, apparently I’m a hot commodity these days” you cackled and he pulled back to pin you by the hips to the bed, attacking you with tickles as you kicked and fought his advances. The two of you would spend the whole weekend wrapped up in each other, and Bob would spend every day proving to you he was in this for the long haul.

Monday morning came too soon, and when the time came to change in the locker rooms the guys were treated to baby Bob Floyd covered in hickies and scratch marks, needless to say they didn’t pick on him again about his lack of sexual prowess, and the incessant flirting from Seresin and Bradshaw miraculously stopped. You were Bob’s girl, off limits and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tagging- @attapullman (thank you for clearing the writer’s block a little!)

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skzthelomlhehe · 5 months ago

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Hey guuyysss lol I'm down with a fever. I got little to no sleep the past few days and was severely overworked with my courses and work. Sorta collapsed lmao and woke up with a severe headache hahahahaa but I did have a fever dream! About Changbin, probably cuz I've been thinking about him a lot cuz of the oneshot I'm writing but anyways! I wanted to share this little sumthn with yall~ enjoy..~

"It's okay love... You've done enough... Let me take care of you now..." (A highly self-indulgent) Comfort oneshot.

Changbin x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Warnings: nothing really. Y/N is severely overworked lol.

Total masterlist Tag Reqs:@arestoucries

You were just an average girl in an average world. A middle class family, strict parents but not too strict, overly possessive but also neglectful at times if that makes sense.

You've always wanted to study this one particular course ever since you found out about it but couldn't since your parents couldn't afford it. So now, years later, you were making good money. Paid off your student debts, saved up enough to get by with enough resources and also enough to take the course you wanted.

It was an extra course, psychological studies. You were always extremely interested in it. Always fascinated how humans work. Perhaps a way of introspection even?

So with the money in your hands, you moved out after many arguments with your parents and found yourself working to the bone while juggling your 2 year course.

By the time you'd get home, you'd be left exhausted from the entire day's work. You spent countless nights just because you wanted to chase your dreams.

In the mean time, you met a guy while you worked as a barista almost three years ago. He would come by every day, sometimes catch a small chat with you when the shop was less busy. And soon, he confessed. You couldn't be happier.

After a year of dating, he offered you to move in to his house since it would be easier to share rent and stay with someone who could help you manage the household.

You agreed. He was a local singer slowly gaining fame. Both of your works would keep you from each other at times. It was manageable yes, but it could also be quite lonely since if you were home, he wasn't and if he was home, you weren't.

It was peak time for you. Work was a mess. Exams were coming up and you were extremely stressed with little to no sleep.

Ever since Changbin started making a good source of money, he asked you to take a break from work since he could afford it. But you felt too guilty and refused.

Changbin would come home almost at 1 to 2 AM and find you at your desk, drowning in caffeine and study materials.

He would have to force you to sleep. Sometimes you'd listen sometimes he'd let you be, since he didn't want you to mess up.

This one particular day though... It was too much. The exhaustion was way too clear on your face. Eye bags heavier than ever. You looked far too thin and he realised all you had the entire day was two cups of instant noodles and almost a dozen small packs of instant coffee.

"come on, baby... Don't overwork yourself. At least eat something..." He said, placing his workout bag down on one of the chairs. "Not now binnie... Busy..." You mumbled back weakly.

It really hurt him to see you all weak and slumped. He turned your chair to face him, his eyes sternly locked onto yours, "kitchen. Eat. Now." Three words. All it took was three words from that loving man's intimidating face for you to finally get up.

He sighed, making room for you to get up. A blanket wrapped around you. "Ah... Di..." Before you could finish what you were mumbling, your body almost fell to the floor. Changbin caught you immediately and thankfully you didn't fall.

"baby??? Babe?? Y/N??" You had passed out. Sweating buckets. Your body was burning up like it was on fire. "Fuck!" He grunted, picking you up in his arms and laying you on the bed. He quickly took off your blanket and changed you into a tee and pajama pants. (That's what you should do when a person collapses from fever btw-)

He grabbed his car keys and picked you up again, running to the car and drove you to the hospital as fast as he could.

You woke up, eyes blinking to a bright white light. A beeping noise feeding to your consciousness. "Y/N?? My love?? Can you hear me??" A familiar voice called out. It was Changbin. His face full of fear and concern. His hands gently held on to yours like it was the most delicate and fragile thing to exists while his trembled. "B-binnie...? What happened...?" You asked, a little above a whisper.

"You passed out from exhaustion and ran a high fever. We had to get you an IV drip and saline since you were high on caffeine with barely any food. Why would you do that, Y/N-ie...? Do you know how scared I was...?" His bottom lip trembled, tears threatening to flow out any moment.

You gripped on to his hand with the very little energy you had. "Im sorry, honeybear... There was so much to do..." "It's okay... Don't be sorry... I called your work and asked for a sick leave. They agreed to it. The test isn't until next week so please rest up, baby..."

He sat back down on the stool near your bed, he connected your hand to his forehead, his face hidden as he sniffled. It dawned on you right then just how much this man loved and cared about you and how scared he must've been to see you like that.

"I love you, binnie..." You giggled. "I... I lo-love you... Too, baby..." He replied in a shaky voice. All the adrenaline rush finally let loose and so did the waterworks.

Another hour later you were good to go and discharged. He got out of the car and opened the door for you before carrying you up to the apartment.

He held on to you tightly the entire way their, his arms still trembling slightly. He gently lay you down on the bed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Im still here binnie... Im sorry if I scared you..." "I know... Don't be sorry..." He sniffled again.

You placed your hand gently on his face, rubbing your thumb on his soft wet cheek. He closed his eyes, placing his hand over yours, "it's okay love... You've done enough... Let me take care of you now..." He whispered. You smiled, sharing a soft kiss with him.

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starsbies · 1 year ago

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Hungry For Your Love (Coriolanus x !Plinth Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, drugging, drinking, Coriolanus is his own warning, jealousy, breeding kink, manipulation, forced pregnancy, virginity loss, forced marriage (lmk if i missed some)

divider by @cafekitsune

porn w some plot or when coriolanus decides he wants you.

18+ only MDNI

wc - 4.4k

Coriolanus wouldn’t deny all the things he had in his mind. About all the things he would do to you. Especially in this very moment of time.

You were sitting right next to him at the dinner table. Ever since he got rid of Sejanus–and became the new son of the Plinths–he had to eat dinner with the Plinths every two or so weeks. Although he found their district status to be quite deplorable, their wealth wasn’t. And to be frank you weren’t either.

To Coriolanus, you were the epitome of class and obedience. Well, almost, the way your leg was bouncing wasn't classy at all. Under different circumstances he would just put his hand on your thigh to stop you. Then he’d slowly make his hand upwards and-

“Coriolanus, what do you think?”

The old man broke Coryo out of his train of thought. Suddenly his mind was going a million miles per minute. What were they talking about? Something about a project for.. No, that's not right. A new building? For the University maybe?

Then you spoke up, “Well Pa, personally I think a new cafeteria for the Academy is long overdue. It would’ve been nice to not have such a beat up cafeteria when I was a student.”

He looked at you in the corner of his eye. You had a strand of your hair tucked behind your hair and your leg was no longer bouncing. Had you purposely saved him?

Then he remembered that he still needed to answer Strabo. Coriolanus cleared his throat, “I think I’d have to agree with Y/N. The cafeteria dates back before the war so I believe it’s definitely overdue for a new building.”

Strabo nodded in acknowledgement before continuing to bite into his steak. Coriolanus decided to do the same and then took another peek at you. You looked so gorgeous to him, well you do everyday—but today was a treat.

You wore a red dress that went to your knees. It covered just enough to be considered modest. Your hair was down but he could see your dangling pearl earrings. He noted how you’d make a perfect bride for him. Beautiful, graceful, and heiress to the family business and fortune. In exchange he would give you status.

Together you two would be the elite of the elite.

“So Coryo,” the blond internally winced. He hated when Mrs. Plinth called him that. “How's it going being Dr. Gaul’s understudy?”

“Well, there’s a lot of work, you know.” He took a deep breath, “We’ve been working on remaking the Jabberjays, since they can’t reproduce on their own we have to make a whole new species of them. We want to use them in the next Hunger Games so-”

A sudden chair screeching interrupted him. He turned and saw you standing. You excused yourself from the table, claiming you needed to finish writing an essay. Coriolanus wasn’t dumb, he knew why you really left. Though you’re very different from your brother there were also some ways the two of you were similar. Your distaste towards the Hunger Games was something that he’d have to help you get over if you’re to be the first lady of Panem.

Coriolanus waited a few moments before also excusing himself and he found himself making his way to your room. As he started nearing your room he started asking himself, what was he doing? What would he say when you asked him why he was here?

He couldn’t just proclaim you as his wife and tell you to get over it. Not yet, anyway.

He eventually came to the conclusion that it was probably best to just leave. Grandma'am and Tigris were waiting anyway.

That night Coriolanus had dreamt of you. That in itself wasn’t really a rare occurrence by any means, but the things you told him—the things you did to him—in his dreams was what made him wake up rock hard and sweaty. You really are such a tease.

After a few seconds of laying in bed, Coriolanus decided that since a certain problem won’t go away any time soon it was time to get his day started. Once he stood up he nearly started to make his own bed. A bad habit of his. Before the Plinth’s started providing everything he needed, Coriolanus always had to make his own bed. He always had to clean up for himself. Now he has Avoxes to do that for him. Old habits do die hard.

When Coriolanus stepped into the bathroom he wasn’t surprised to see that the bath wasn’t drawn for him like usual. He was up way earlier than usual. He sighed and turned on the water. He started undressing and then checked the water temperature. Once he decided the water was warm enough he slowly started to insert himself into the tub.

Once he was fully submerged, he closed his eyes and eased his body. He recounted the images from his dream and subconsciously his hands started moving to his shaft.

“Sir, please.. Please let me see it.” you were in that slutty red dress that you wore last night. And you were on your knees for him. The thought of that was biting and delicious. He’d tell you no, just so you’d beg more.

In his dream, Coriolanus stood from his chair. Now towering over you, he unzipped his pants allowing his cock to spring free. You immediately took it into your mouth.

Would you be that desperate for him in real life?

Coriolanus needs you as much as any man needs air. He gritted his teeth, unable to hold on much longer. Slowly, the blond starts pumping his shaft. It was so animalistic and enticing, the image he had of you. He couldn’t help but choke back his wails of pleasure. He was afraid of being caught by Tigris, or even worse–the grandma’am–but he couldn’t help himself.

In his fantasy you’re swallowing him whole, deepthroating every inch of him. Your cheeks hollowed out and your tongue was swirling around him like a good girl. He grabs you by both sides of your head and starts fucking your face like an animal.

Soon enough Coriolanus can feel himself reaching his climax. His legs are weak as he tries to imagine himself pouring his seed into you, and not some bathtub. You’d most certainly look divine carrying his child.

After a few moments after his climax he realized how tainted that whole ordeal was. Yet, he thinks that he would do it again, and again. Until he had you.

Coriolanus sighs as he drains the tub and draws up another bath. This time around the bath was short.

The next time Coriolanus saw you–in person–was at a party hosted by Clemensia. He was surprised to see you. You weren’t usually the type to go out, especially to parties like these. Unless there was a good reason for you to come. Or had you finally made an effort to debut into Capitol society? Hopefully the latter.

He continued to observe you from afar. You were sitting with one leg crossed over the other. Seemingly deep in thought. Or you were, until a tall and pretty lean gentleman approached you. Your face lit up and Coriolanus wished you’d look at him like that.

Who is he? How did he know you, how did you know him?

Coriolanus quickly sought out Clemensia, it was her party so she must know. It didn’t take long to find the black haired girl. She was speaking with Festus and the two were clearly laughing about something that didn’t really seem too important. He approached the two and whispered “Clemmie,” a nickname he only used if he needed something, “Can I steal you for a minute?”

The girl stilled for a second before telling Festus to give them a second. She looked up at Coriolanus, “What is it, Coryo?”

He wasted no time in asking who the male that was with you was.

Clemensia sighed, “Her plus one, I invited her ‘cause she’s rich and the heir to her father’s business. It’s good to have her on my good side. Wasn’t really expecting her to come so I told her to bring a plus one if she wanted.”

Plus one? You not only came to a party, but brought a plus one? Were the two of you together? The thought of that makes someone churn in his stomach. “So who is he?”

“Don’t really know. Pretty sure they bonded over their hatred of the games, he was probably homeschooled.”

Coriolanus felt sick and Clemensia noticed. She took a step back. “Hey, you look like you might vomit all over the place.. You know where the guest bathroom is right?” He nodded. “Good. There’s a medicine cabinet in there too, if you want. Please don’t ruin my party, Coryo.”

Coriolanus nodded his head before making his way to the bathroom. He stood over the toilet for a couple of moments, and nothing happened. He figured that it would be best to take some medicine before heading out, just in case. He opened a few different cabinets before finding the right one.

He knew there’d be lots of different bottles, but he still wasn’t expecting such a variety. Coriolanus knew that Clemensia struggled a lot, mentally, after the snake incident so he knew there’d be lots of prescriptions in here. Curiosity got the best of him and he started going through each one. There were a few anxiety prescriptions, like benzodiazepines, which he expected. However, he took notice of all the insomnia medications. There were so many sleeping pills. The one that caught his attention the most was flunitrazepam. It’s a powerful sedative, and he’s wondering if Clemensia really takes such a strong drug to sleep?

There was a little voice in the back of his mind telling him to take some. Not for himself of course. To give to you. Coriolanus wishes that he still had a little angel on his shoulder, telling him it was a bad idea. A voice to persuade him not to. But there wasn’t. Has there ever been?

Before Coriolanus knew it he was unscrewing the cap and took out one of the small pills. He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and laid it beside the sink. He set the pill on top before smashing it into tiny pieces. He rolled the handkerchief—with the sedative still inside—into a ball and shoved it into his coat pocket.

Before Coriolanus left the bathroom he made sure to take medicine for his stomach ache. Just in case.

He made his way to the bar, where an Avox was bartending. He put up two of his fingers to the bartender. As it started making the drinks, Coriolanus sought you out again. Unsurprisingly, you were still in the same spot. The only difference now was that the male was sitting beside you, and Coriolanus could feel himself becoming more and more aggravated. He turned back around, not wanting to see you laughing at the other man’s joke any longer.

A few seconds later the Avox set two drinks in front of him and Coriolanus took no time in taking out his handkerchief and spilling the contents into one of the glasses. The Avox watched the whole thing happen and could only raise its eyebrows in response. Coriolanus smirked knowing it couldn’t say anything. Coriolanus took a glass into each hand, noting that the one with the sedative in it was in his right hand.

The closer Coriolanus got, the more nervous he became. Part of him felt bad, really. You're just an innocent girl, one who is easily swayed. That had to be it. Sejanus must’ve started your hatred towards the hunger games, and that man continues to spark that hatred. Someone needs to save you, to wake you up. He won’t let you do something stupid like Sejanus did. Coriolanus is saving you, and this is the only way he can do it.

“Y/N Plinth, what a pleasant surprise!” he exclaimed, as if he wasn’t already of her attendance. You looked up at him, and he swore his heart rate went up.

“Oh, Coriolanus. Good to see you too.”

You clearly were uncomfortable with his interruption. Was he the first person to approach you? Coriolanus was thinking about how to ease the tension when your plus one spoke up instead. “Hello, I’m Chiron. Nice to meet you.”

Coriolanus took a few minutes to soak in the male’s appearance. He had dark hair, and blue eyes. His jawline was square and Coriolanus took note of how his suit was lower end. Was he even Capitol? Then he turned back to you. You wore a simple black dress and heels. A timeless outfit. He noted that you did an updo with your hair, to show off your earrings. Stunning.

“Nice to meet you too, Chiron. Sadly, I only have two drinks, you don’t mind do you?”

The brown haired man shrugged and you finally spoke up again, “Oh, it’s okay. I don’t drink.” How cute, Coriolanus thought. “Oh c’mon, it’ll help you ease up a little. I can tell you’re a little tense.”

His tone was light, but he could tell he might’ve sounded more demanding. You sighed and gave him a tiny smile. He made sure he gave you the one in his right hand. You held it and eager to get you to drink it, he raised his glass. “To Sejanus.” A toast that you knew you couldn’t refuse.

You raise your glass afterwards and whispered, “To my brother.” Without waiting for Coriolanus to lower his glass, you took a giant swing of the drink.

After a couple minutes of small talking, he could tell that the drug was slowly taking effect. You were swaying and kept trying to steady yourself. Until you couldn’t and Chiron had to catch you from falling.

“Woah hey, are you okay?” the brunette asked and of course you gave no response. “What’s wrong with her? Did you do something?” the man gave Coriolanus an accusatory glare.

“No! Of course not.” Coriolanus paused for a moment, thinking of what he could say to sell his lie. “Wait.. I can’t believe I forgot she’s a lightweight. I should’ve realized when she said she doesn’t drink.”

“You did this on purpose didn’t you!” Chiron started shouting at Coriolanus. “Did you spike her drink or something? You did, didn't you!”

All the background chatter from the other attendees quieted down. Observing the scene before them. “Why would I do that? I would never even consider doing that to her, I-”

Then Clemensia stepped in. “What’s going on here, Coryo? I asked you not to ruin my party.” Her eyes landed on you and then up to Coriolanus, clearly expecting a good explanation.

He sighed. “This man is making very harmful accusations. He’s saying I drugged her. Y/N’s just a lightweight.”

“Is that true?”

He already knew she’d believe him and the brunette knew it too.

“Look, whatever. I’m taking her home.” he said, and started to pick you up before Coriolanus spoke up again.

“No.. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Do you think so Clemmie?”

“Well I don’t know I-”

“Clemmie, do you want her to be taken by some guy that nobody knows?” his voice was eager, he can’t let all of this trouble go to waste. “Who knows what he’ll do to her?” He whispered, only loud enough for her to hear.

Clemmie sighed. “I guess not, maybe she should just sleep in one of the guest bedrooms?”

After that people began to whisper and that felt more eerie than the silence.

“I’ll stay with her.” Chiron was clearly trying desperately to save you. Sadly for him, he doesn’t have nearly the same amount of power as Coriolanus.

Before Coriolanus could persuade Clemensia to say no, she did it on her own. Telling him that he needs to leave her party, since the reason he was even allowed to come—you—was no longer, technically, here.

And that was that. Two Avoxes wasted no time in escorting the man out. Coriolanus could only smirk to himself. He made a mental note to thank Clemensia in the future.

“I guess I’ll take her to the guest bedroom then?” He finally allowed himself a deep breath in and out. Everything he’s ever worked for has led to this moment.

“Coriolanus.” Clemensia’s voice was serious and blond found himself coming back to reality. “Don’t hurt her.”

He looked down and found that she was already looking at him. Her face was hard and eyes were cold and serious. Like a snake. Coriolanus gulped, “I would never dream of it.”

And she believed him.

Coriolanus took no time in picking you up bridal style. On his way to the bedroom, he passed the bar and made eye contact with the same Avox that watched him spike your drink. He couldn’t help but feel his pride grow as the Avox quickly looked away. Surely aware of what was going to take place.

In the past the blond felt bad about the seemingly inhumane ways the Capitol removed tongues from people who spoke out or rebelled. He always thought about the pain, and how cruel it was to take away their communication, then force them into servitude. That was him a long time ago however. Now he understands the importance of such policies. Power and control, two words that Coriolanus resonated with.

Once he made it to the bedroom he laid you gently onto the mattress. He didn’t immediately take off his clothes, or yours. He just sat there and studied you. You were so irresistible. How hadn’t he noticed earlier? Was it because Sejanus bothered him so much that he never noticed you? Whatever the reason was, Sejanus was now gone and you were going to be his–soon.

The thought that more nights like this—nights with you— were in his future made him grow hard. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He began by taking off your heels. He wondered how you could wear such ridiculous things, surely they were uncomfortable and he was proven right when he noticed the blisters on your feet. He mentally added that to his list of things he’d have to fix.

Coriolanus took time in taking off your dress. He carefully sat you upright just enough to unzip the back zipper. He even more carefully removed the dress from your body and then laid you back down. He took a moment to admire your almost bare form. You were wearing a matching black set. Nothing too much. You weren’t planning on this happening anyway.

He pushed your panties to the side and inserted one finger into you slowly. Absolutely divine, he thought. The way you felt around his finger was enough to get him drunk. He began to kiss up your legs while also thrusting his digit. Part of him wishes you were awake, just so he can see your reactions. You’d be moaning for more, begging for more, he knows it.

The blond inserted a second digit and began scissoring motions. Suddenly he hears a small whimper, so small he wasn’t even sure what it was until he heard it a second time. Were you waking up? Part of him hopes so, that way you’ll know and realize who you belong to. The other part of him wants you to keep sleeping. That way he won’t have to fight you, he already worked so hard to get here anyway.

Coriolanus momentarily stops his ministrations and removes his fingers from your wetness. He examines them, drenched in your juices. He licks his fingers clean and can feel himself getting impossibly harder. You make him so hungry, he’s starved. He can’t hold himself any longer, he tells himself. Next time, he assures himself, he’ll take his time enjoying you.

He quickly releases his length. It’s angry and red, begging for you. He huffs before finally removing your underwear. He contemplated stealing them before realizing he won’t need to after this. He quickly threw them somewhere and then he spread your legs.

He touched his cock a few times, then proceeded to coat his length in his precum. He could feel his heart pounding and his breath quickening. He aligned himself with your entrance and slowly pushed in. You were tight, and he cursed to himself because he knew he should’ve taken more time preparing you.

Once he was fully seethed inside of you, he took a moment and admired the blood on his cock. Pleased to know you hadn’t slept with that lousy Chiron guy, he slowly removed himself before shoving himself back inside of you. You were still whimpering like before, but now you wore a pained expression on your face. You could feel him.

“I know it hurts right now, love. Bear with me.” he whispered, although he wasn’t sure if you could hear him or even comprehend what he was saying.

Coriolanus could feel all the arousal pooling between the two of you. You weren’t as tight as you had been in the beginning. Now he could easily invade your gummy walls. If anything he wasn’t invading them because they sucked him back in. His lip twitched and he began to quicken his pace. After a particular thrust your body clenched around him and he let out a groan. “You like that, huh? You dirty slut.”

He began to aim harder at the same place that had you clenching around his length. When you let out a mewl he decided to go even faster. You were such a mess. A beautiful mess, one that he created and one that he will clean up.

The blond slid his hands behind your back and unclipped your bra. He quickly disposed of it and stared at your chest. Now you were fully exposed to him. He drank in the sight, no more secrets. He was going to memorize every freckle, every birthmark, every inch of your body by the end of tonight.

Every thrust made your chest bounce and he couldn’t help but take the left one in his mouth while squeezing the other. He swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking on it lightly. In his other hand he was rubbing your nipple.

“C- Cor-”

He perked up, hearing your voice. You must be waking up. He removed his mouth from your mound, leaving a trail of his saliva, and looked at your face. You looked scared and for a second he felt bad. Then he reminded himself that you did this to yourself. In the long run, you’ll be thankful.

“Whats-” you furrowed your brows, clearly not fully awake. “What are you-”

He was quick to shush you. “Let me take care of you, okay?” He planted a kiss on your forehead, to which you tried your best to push him away. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t let your refusal be let off so lightly but you were just so weak. Instead he just took your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Be a good girl or I won’t let you cum. Understand?” He looked into your eyes and he could tell you were about to cry. Your eyes were glossed over and your face was red, from the sex or the need to cry–he wasn’t sure.

After a mere second of eye contact you turned your head to the side. He growled, tired of your disobedience. He removed one of his hands from your wrists and moved it to your jaw. He forced you to look at him.

“Keep your eyes on me,” your tears started falling and he quickened his pace, “I’m gonna take care of you.. I promise.” he wiped your cheek with his thumb. Out of lust–or fear–you nodded. He could tell you were gonna climax soon, so he removed his hand from your wrists and moved it to your clit doing circular motions. You started whimpering, holding back her moans, “Go on, moan my name.. Don’t be shy.”

“C- Coriolanus,” he hummed, questioning. “Please.. Too much.” you begged.

He grinned in satisfaction and quickened his pace. You started to squeeze him more and he knew it was coming. You started to squirm, an unfamiliar feeling surely boiling in your lower abdomen.

After a few moments longer you came undone. Coriolanus made sure to study the pure ecstasy on your face. The way your mouth opened, revealing the most gratifying moan. The way your eyes squinted, your senses became too much. It was all so lewd and he gave you no comfort in stopping his ministrations, opting to fuck you through it. He was searching for his own climax now while you were a moaning mess underneath him.

He leaned down to your ear, “I’m gonna feel you up so nice, put a baby in your womb. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You didn’t answer him, unable to not be a blubbering mess. He took the way your cunt sucked him in as an answer enough.

There it was, the coiling feeling. He became erratic, chasing that all too familiar feeling of his high. Suddenly he was the moaning mess and not you. He examined your face, and noted that you were crying more than before and that sent him over edge. He spilled every drop of his seed into you.

Then he stayed there and the world felt silent besides the two of you breathing. Everything felt surreal.

His member was soft now, and he slowly removed himself from inside you. He pushed out the cum that was leaking out. Don’t want any of that getting lost, he thought.

He laid himself onto the bed next to you. He tried looking at you, only for you to turn the other direction. He sighed, understanding that you might need time to think about everything that’s happened.

“You’ve ruined me, Coriolanus Snow.” you said, so tiny he wasn’t sure you even said it until you turned your head back to face him.

“You’ve taken everything from me.” your face was tear stained and red. Your nose was runny and he just noticed that you were sniffling.

“Everything?”

You took a shaky breath. “My life, my fortune, my future,” you closed your eyes, “my brother.”

To that his heart sank, and his eyes widened. It wasn’t often that Coriolanus felt bad, to be honest he still didn’t, but the look on your face told him he should.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, and reached out to wipe your tear-stained cheeks.

“Me too.”

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yuyu1024 · 10 months ago

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6yrs

Pairings: Yunho × y/n

Genre/tags: lovers to strangers

Warning: pet names, cursing, cheating

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Words: 1.3k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: i am in my down moments lately... and i want to write something a bit sad randomly

Hope you all have a wonderful day. 🖤

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6yrs. You and Yunho have been together for that long already. From college to now as adults. He is your first in everything. He is your guy, your comfort and your safezone. He is the man you always have dreamed of.

He is perfect and He's yours.

However, these past few months have been very... off for you. Well, both of you. And you know why.

A few months ago, after you guys celebrated your 6th year anniversary together, Yunho got a call from his supervisor that he is a candidate for a promotion. That his boss is rooting for him and for sure know that after a few more deliberation with the rest of the team, you will get it.

Both of you were so ecstatic. You even jumped like a kid on a trampoline after hearing his news. Coz you know how hard working and passionate your man is with his job. You know he deserves it.

It will have its pros and cons being promoted especially when it comes to time with you or whatever. But it does not matter coz you know it is his for him and it will make him happy career wise. And you know Yunho will do a good job balancing his life and work.

But then just more than a month after he got the position, it suddenly went south.

Yunho have been going home late two to three times a week. Which is not bad coz its not everyday and too extreme. However, whenever he goes home now you feel the distance building between you two. It felt like he has been coming home to you and expecting to just pick his coat and bag on the floor, make sure he eats and then let him rest.

He have gotten so cold and quiet.

You tried talking to him during his off days. Wanting to suggest to go on a date or hang out somewhere, have fun, play games, watch a movie or something. But he either rejects you because he is tired or if he agrees, it feels so forced.

What happened? You were so lost. Unsure what to do or say. But being the girlfriend, you always made sure he feels loved and taken care off. Because you also thought that he might be just having this transition in his life because of a new environment at work.

You believed that this shall pass.

But as months go by... it gotten worse.

It came to a point that you two feels like two strangera living together. That the 6yrs of being boyfriend-girlfriend was suddenly felt like nothing.

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"You think.... it's better... that I move out?" You blurt while starting at your plate during breakfast.

Yunho pauses and slowly raise his gaze to you. "What?" He is stunned by your sudden question.

Still looking at your plate whilst poking your food you add, "Because... I feel like... I'm not needed here anymore..." then you eyes lifts up to look at him. "Nor wanted by you anymore..."

He probably stopped breathing for a second but after processing what you said, "Y/N..."

You snort an irritated laugh. "Shocker. You still know my name..." you mumble.

"I'm sorry...." he answers lowering his head. "I'm caught up so much work that I..."

"Just work?" You ask, going back to staring while poking your food.

His head snaps back up, brows rippled. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not dumb." You softly say before letting go of the fork then proceed to putting your legs up your chair and then hugging your knees. "I know... I know everything...." your voice breaks at the end.

An important detail why something is off between the two of you this past few months is that, Yunho, cheating. A woman from his work. His teammate.

You caught him one time, as you were coming home late after having a drink or two with your friends, when you saw him walking with the woman. They are not drunk. They are casually walking together, laughing and acting like they are on a date.

At first you told yourself that they are just friends. That maybe Yunho is just being respectful to the elder girl, who is obviously into him, that he cannot just publicly embarass her to tell her to move away. But then, as you follow them even more just around corner of the next building, you see them making out.

It's not just her making moves to him. Yunho was actually kissing her back. He was kissing her the way he kisses you. 💔

"You know what hurts too...?" You begin , "is that I was standing there.... obviously and in plain sight... but you weren't able to see me... or notice that someone is watching..." you wipe the first tear that roll down on your cheek. "You were to focus on her... so... taken by her..."

"Y/N..." tears starts to build up in his eyes. "I'm sorry..."

"No your not." You say, trying to hold on a bit more to not actually break apart in front of him. "Coz if you really loved me, you would not...you would not ever...."

You fail. You can't stop yourself from crying now. You cover your face as you sob and loudly whine as you express all the pain you have been keeping in for the past months.

It hurts. So painful. And yet the man in front of you can't and won't even defend himself or try to talk.

It felt like he just confessed through his silence that he did and is cheating. And probably will not stop seeing her.

"Why?" You ask. "Am I not enough? Not successful enough...? Ugly?" You take a deep breath in, "Do I not satisfy you in bed anymore? What... w-hat did I do? What made you do it? Why? Why now?"

He becomes silent.

"For fuck sakes, Yunho! Six years! We've beem together for six years and this is what I get? I know I'm not perfect but... God!" You cry it out more, facing him away. You are crying so much that you can barely breathe now and you eyes are blood shot red.

"Y/N..." he stands up and tries to reach out to help you to breathe but you move away quickly.

You stand up and jerk away from him.

"Please..."

"Please what?" You look at him, with sad yet fiercing eyes. "Stay? Why? So you can have someone to act like your 'girlfriend' when your other woman is not around to please you?"

"I... I love you." He mumbles, "please..."

"You don't." You wipe the rest of the tears off your cheek. "You stopped loving me the second you cheated. You are just keeping me around because you are used to having me around. You are just saying you love me because you need me."

"I'm sorry...." Yunho goes down to his knees and begs. "Please don't go.... I... No... I made a mistake... I... she helped me get through all the troubles at work and... it just..."

"You confided with her and not with me? As your girlfriend?"

"I know it's wrong... but... I didn't want to burden you with my own problems..."

"And look what it caused."

"Please...." Yunho crawls closer to you and hugs you by the waist. "I'm sorry... I will stop... I already told her I can't do it... I just... had to tell her to..."

"Yeah... I think it's better if I move out..." you peel him off you. "I don't think I can do it any longer..."

He is crying, looking at you. "Babe, please."

"I'm sorry." You say as you then pull out the promise ring he gave you from your first anniversary.

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delilaha · 3 months ago

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In another universe, where Ponyboy is a girl, it's not exactly socially acceptable for girls to go around beating up others, nevermind the socs. But that doesn't mean she can't get them back.

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If you asked Penelope Curtis what the worst day of her life was, she'd give you three answers: the night her parents died, the day of their funeral, and the day Sodapop's best friend carried him into their house, unconscious, all but collapsing under his weight.

She remembers it so perfectly; the agonizing groan Soda let out at every poke and prod, the way Penny and Steve practically shouted at each other because they couldn't agree on how to treat him, how scary it all felt because Darry wasn't home to help. And when he did come home, it was still a shit show. She tried to ignore the way he blew up at Steve, how his voice rose with every question and how she just wanted him to stop because Soda's wince kept getting more defined with each syllable. How she had to keep pressing towels to the cut on his temple because it just kept perpetually bleeding, and how it all haunted her dreams when Darry finally convinced her to go to bed.

She made Darry let her stay home the next day so she could keep watch over Sodapop because he couldn't, telling him that she'd deliberately fail all her tests and quizzes that day if he made her go in. Although Penny knew she was only a bother to Soda because all there was to do for him was to wake him up every ten minutes or so, so scared to death that his concussion got the better of him while she was occupied with something else. She remembered when Johnny came a little later that morning, and how he paled when he saw Soda laid up on the couch, knowing that all he could think about was his own jumping less than a year back. He really tried to help Penny out, but it looked like he was about to either throw up or cry, or both, so she gave him two dollars and sent him to the corner store a few blocks away to get another bottle of Aspirin.

She remembered how the gang came over later that day, the house stiff with talks of a rumble from Dally and Steve, Two-Bit's less than effective attempts at cracking jokes, Johnny's terrible nail-biting habit as he stood off to the side, and Darry's tense form hovering over Penny, who was kneeling by the edge of the couch, helping Soda eat some chicken broth and crackers. That was probably the only good part of her day, too, to see Sodapop perked up a bit, just enough to eat. He dozed off pretty quickly afterwards.

That was a week ago. Now, as Penny sat in her eighth period physics class, all she could think about were the events to come. They were supposed to be rumbling tonight, her brother's jumping supposedly being the last straw. She desperately wished she could join them, but let's be honest, she knows she'd get absolutely bodied out there. Hell, she could hardly beat Johnny in a wrestling match, and she's pretty sure half the time he's going easy on her. She's no match for a bunch of 15-20 year old boys and they'd have her down for the count in a matter of minutes, but that doesn't mean she doesn't dream of knocking them out and spitting on their torpid bodies.

Soda wasn't too happy when he figured out he wasn't gonna be fighting, either. He's a million times better than he was when he was first brought home and the days following, but according to Darry, he's healing a little too slowly for his liking. He hasn't been able to go back to work yet, and mostly whenever Penny sees him, he's lounging on the couch taking a nap or watching the tv because it's all he could really do. He still has a slight limp from the massive bruise trailing down the side of his leg where the socs kicked him real good, and his headaches have yet to cease. So Penny was supposed to be keeping company with Sodapop tonight while everyone else fought for him at the rumble.

"How's everything going, guys? Anyone need help?" The physics teacher, Miss Austen, called from the front of the room, snapping Penny out of her deep thought. She whipped her head up, then looked back down at her worksheet in front of her, groaning quietly when she saw she had only answered two questions and filled the margins with doodles. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, grabbing her pencil again, and attempted to answer the third question.

"Need help?" Another voice spoke, and Penny turned her head to see her desk neighbor, Chrissy, had asked her.

"Oh, no, sorry. Just thinking," Penny told her, resting her head in her hand, sighing. She saw Chrissy nod and turn back to her work out of the corner of her eye, and thought that was the end of it, but she continued.

"How's your brother doing? Any better?" Chrissy asked, not looking up from her worksheet.

Chrissy was a nice girl. Well, nice is not something many people would agree with, based on the amount of times she's had detention because of one hallway fight or another, but she was real good at science and always helped Penny when she needed it. Penny noticed Chrissy didn't really open up to many people, but they never seemed to have trouble talking to each other.

"Yeah. He'll probably go back to work tomorrow." Penny responded. Chrissy looked up from her worksheet with a wince.

"Damn, after a week? They must've gotten him good, huh?" She asked, sincerity in her voice. Penny's smile faded and she looked back down at her paper.

"Yeah. It wasn't pretty," She told Chrissy, picking at her nails.

"You know, I remember when my brother got jumped too," Chrissy said, when she suddenly leaned in and said real quietly, "And I don't know how you're not busting at the seams. My brother wasn't half as bad as yours and I wanted to strangle someone."

Penny snickered at this. "Oh, trust me, I do, too. But I'm gonna do something tonight."

"Whaddya gonna do? Rumble?" Chrissy asked, her voice still just above a whisper.

"No. I wish. My brothers would lock me in my room 'till I'm thirty if I ever even mentioned the idea." She mumbled, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know what I'll do yet. I have to think about it."

"You know what kind of car they were drivin'?" Chrissy asked lowly after a moment, still leaned in.

"Uh, a light blue corvette, I think," P thinks she may remember S saying something about a blue corvette when they asked him one night. "How come?"

Chirssy's mouth then turned up into a smile that meant no good. "You could wreck their car."

Penny's head snapped up at this, looking at Chrissy incredulously, thinking she was joking. But her blue eyes held a cold seriousness to them and it left Penny thinking for a minute.

"Sneak out tonight to the rumble. Take a bat with you, find the car, and just go ham on it. No one's gonna hear shit over the fight." Chrissy continued, almost under her breath. Penny nodded, gnawing at her fingernail.

It's true, it could work.

See, recently Darry's been making Soda take a cup of Nyquill every night at 10 to help him fall asleep quicker and longer. It's a remedy their mother insisted on any time one of her kids were sick or hurt and had trouble falling asleep because of it. It worked like a charm every time Darry got hurt from a football game, all the times Penny got sick with a cold or flu, or when Soda got into the usual shenanigans he would as a kid and got himself hurt. And eventually Sodapop was lucid enough to realize that it was hard for him to fall asleep because of the pain, and Aspirins didn't take much of an effect on him. But Nyquill? Oh boy, does it knock him out.

And tonight, the rumble is scheduled to start at 10:30. These rumbles have begun to start later and later because the fuzz are catching onto them more and more. Johnny says sometimes he sees their cars are hanging out by the lot on random nights, and there was a smaller rumble, on the other side of town not too long ago between a few other gangs that didn't include their own, that was shut down within fifteen minutes of it starting by the cops.

So the rest of the gang will probably leave at 10:20 the latest, meaning that Darry'd be home to make sure Soda took his routinely Nyquill, and he'd easily be conked out, or at least close to it, by the time the rumble starts. And then, Penny could strike.

"I like that idea," Penny responded, a smile forming on her lips.

"You just gotta make sure you don't get caught. God knows what'd they do to you if they did." Chrissy advised, and Penny nodded silently. They'd get the cops involved so fast it'd make her head spin, despite the fact they'd have no trouble paying to get it repaired with their mommy and daddy's money. But it's not like they'd jump her, no way.

Right?

Suddenly the bell rang, snapping the two girls out of their conversation with a jolt. They packed their backpacks to go to their last period, and while Penny was hauling her bag onto her shoulder, Chrissy spoke up again.

"But hey, if they do catch you, I was never involved, got it?" She told Penny, with a joking grin on her face. "Good luck if you follow through."

"Sure, Chrissy. Thanks," Penny said, returning the smile. Chrissy swiftly left the room and Penny adjusted the straps to her bag, turning to leave when he accidentally knocked shoulders with a soc girl behind her.

"Oh, sorry," Penny mumbled. The girl didn't respond, but Penny didn't notice the knowing, suspicious stare as she walked away.

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"About time, thought we were gonna hafta' go back in there to find you," Two-Bit joked as Penny approached his old, beat-up truck. Steve rolled his eyes, then trudged into the passenger's seat, looking as if he'd been waiting years to finally go home. Johnny stood up from where he was leaning against the truck and gave her a smile. "What were you doing in there?"

"I had to go back to my fifth period class to get my notebook. Sorry," Penny answered, opening the back door and throwing her bag inside, climbing in, Johnny following suit.

"Did anyone say anything about tonight?" Steve asked from the front seat once they began to drive out of the parking lot. Penny almost said something about her and Chrissy talking about it, but stopped herself. She didn't need them to ask too many questions about what they were talking about and accidentally let her plan slip. So instead she just bit her tongue and looked out the window, but Two-Bit spoke up.

"Well, it's fists only, but we knew that. But the guy who was driving the car when they jumped Soda, Scott Whats-His-Face, he's in my math I think, and I heard the guy talking about how excited he was," He said, with an incredulous smile. Steve let out a loud groan from beside him.

"For what, the face pounding he's gonna get?" Steve grumbled, and the other three snickered. Penny had no doubt Steve was gonna mess that guy up. She almost felt bad that he'll have to crawl to his car afterwards, only to find it to be wrecked. But the feeling vanished just as quick as it came and her mouth formed into a smile.

They continued to talk about the upcoming rumble for the rest of the short ride home, mainly between Steve and Two-Bit ranting and joking in the front seat with Johnny every so often giving his input. But Penny kept quiet, listening in occasionally, but mostly thought about her own plans. She thought about what she'd have to bring; a bat, a black hoodie to hide herself, and maybe a blade if things got sticky and someone caught her. But she'll have the bat, so worst come to worst she could just wack the attackers in the head, and they'll already be pretty disheveled from the fight, so-

"Kid! We're here! You gonna come inside or stay in here all night?" A voice spoke, and her eyes snapped over to see Two-Bit twisted around in the front seat to get a look at her. Johnny was looking at her worriedly, and Steve was already climbing up the porch steps, probably not having the patience, but then again, when does he ever?

"Oh, sorry, just thinkin'" Penny mumbled, and Two-Bit huffed. The three of them then climbed out of the truck, and Two-Bit ruffled her hair.

"Always got your head in the clouds, don't ya?" Penny giggled, slapping Two-Bit's hand away.

Once they were inside, Penny was a little surprised to see the couch vacant. That was, until she heard talking coming from the kitchen. She walked into the room, abandoning her bag by the door, as she walked into the kitchen, while Two-Bit planted himself on the couch, and Johnny walked to the bathroom. Penny walked into the kitchen, following her brother's laughter, and was pleased to see him up and about the kitchen, seeming to have something in the oven. She smiled, knowing how better he was feeling. He always liked to bake something when he had nothing better to do, and by the smell of it, it was one of his famous chocolate cakes.

"Hey, there's my favorite little sister!" Soda exclaimed with a beaming smile when she walked into the room, and he approached her, locking her in a light headlock and rubbing the top of her head.

"I'm your only sister!" She laughed, as she tried to get out of his grip. Eventually he let go of her, retreating back to the counter and grabbed a bowl full of chocolate frosting.

"Here, try the frosting. Stevie here said it was too sweet, but I don't think it's sweet enough," He rambled, holding out a spoon covered in chocolate frosting for Penny to try. She took it, almost hesitantly, because nine times out of ten, the frosting he made was so sweet it felt like it would rot her teeth off if she left it in her mouth too long.

"Well, it definitely doesn't need anymore sugar," She said, trying to hold back a grimace. Sodapop rolled his eyes and yanked the frosting covered spoon back.

"Ugh, why is everyone in this house practically allergic to sugar?" He griped, dropping the spoon back into the bowl.

"Nah buddy, your taste buds are just messed up. It's not an us problem," Steve argued back,a mischievous smile playing on his face as he leaned back in the kitchen chair.

"Wow, saying that to your injured, hurt friend, is just... wow," Soda said in an offended voice, putting his hand over his chest. Penny rolled her eyes with a smile, grabbing the pack of cigarettes she left there the night before off the table, leaving the two to argue as she walked out to the porch.

She lit the cigarette as soon as she stepped outside, desperate as she hadn't had any yet. She collapsed onto the porch swing, hardly having taken a full drag yet before the front door opened up again. She turned her head to see Johnny walking outside, who silently sat down next to her. She wordlessly handed him a cigarette, knowing he'd ask, and he muttered a thanks.

"So, you okay?" Johnny asked as he lit his cigarette.

"Yeah, why?" Penny responded, a little surprised at the question.

"You seemed a little zoned out in the car. I know you're tired an' all, with Soda and everything, but just wanted to make sure," He told her, holding his cigarette between his fingers. "Worried about tonight?"

She took a deep drag of her cigarette, wondering if she could tell him about her plans for the night. Johnny's her best friend, she could trust him, right? It's not like he'd be blabbering about it like Two-Bit would. Plus, maybe it'd be good if someone knew where she'd be.

"If I tell you something, you gotta promise not to tell anyone. Got it?" She said somberly, keeping her voice low and leaning in a bit. She knows how easily people could hear onto the porch from the inside of the house; she's heard countless things happen on this porch that she'd love to unhear. Johnny nodded, looking a little alarmed at the sudden seriousness.

"I'm gonna sneak out while y'all are rumbling and take a bat to Scott Lawerence's car." She confided, her voice practically a whisper. Once it was out, she looked behind her to the window to see if anyone was peeking through the blinds, relieved when she didn't see anyone. She turned back to see Johnny staring at her, dark eyes wide and perplexed.

"What... Why would you go and do that? Are you looking to get arrested? Or killed?" He whispered, his face wearing a look that said "are you ridiculous?", but to his credit, his voice stayed quiet.

"You were there that first morning, Johnny, you knew how he looked. I'm not just gonna sit on the couch while the rest of y'all are fighting, I'm sick of it. I'd set their houses on fire if I could." She spat out, her cigarette almost being crushed between her fingers. She took another deep drag, trying to calm herself down. She wasn't mad at her friend, and she hoped it didn't come off as that as she slammed her arm back down from where she was holding the cigarette to her mouth. She was just so fed-up.

"Alright, I get it. And I'm not gonna tell you not to. Just... I ain't gonna lie to you, Penny, if someone catches you or finds out it was you, I don't think they'll be afraid to jump you or somethin'. They're gettin' real risky lately. They messed with a middle class girl a few weeks ago, and she didn't even do nothing." He told her, running a hand through his black hair. Penny nodded.

"I know. I'll be careful." Johnny smiles and nudges her with his elbow.

"You better, or I'll skin ya."

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"Alright, you two take it easy. We'll probably be back in forty-five minutes or so." Darry said as he yanked his boots on by the front door.

The rest of the guys were out in the front roughhousing, while Soda and Penny were lazing on the couch. Or, at least trying too. Penny was trying to hide her anxiousness from her brothers, and Soda was sick and tired of being pent up for the past week. He tried his hand at getting Darry to let him fight, multiple times actually, but he was stubborn and still wouldn't let him out of the house. Plus, Darry made him take his routinely Nyquil, because as much as he tried to hide it, his leg and ribs seemed to still be aching, so he couldn't get up to fight if he tried.

Soda lifted his hand to give a lazy wave while Penny verbalized a goodbye.

"I know the two of you are upset you hafta stay home, but don't worry. We'll come back with ice cream." Darry winked, and once he finished tying his second boot, he stood up. "See y'all later," And with that he left through the front door, bounding down the front steps to join the others.

"I think Imma just go to bed, Pen'. This stupid medicine makes me so damn tired," Soda said, pulling himself off the couch and running a hand through his hair. Penny nodded, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging her knees. Sodapop ruffled her hair as he passed by.

"Goodnight," She called after him, and she thought she might've heard him say goodnight back, but she couldn't be sure.

She waited a couple minutes after the creaking of the wooden floorboards in his room stopped, giving him some more time to fall asleep before she got off the couch herself. She glanced at the clock, seeing it read 10:29; and stealthily creeped down the hallway to her room, being sure to avoid all the creeks in the floor on the way there. Once in her room, she pulled on a black hoodie and went over to her closet, pulling out her father's old wooden baseball bat from the days where they'd play together when he was still around. She opened the drawer to the nightstand on her desk, and pulled out the blade Johnny gave her that night. He promised her that he wouldn't tell anyone anything under one condition: that she carried a blade with her to defend herself if she needed to. She slipped it into her back jean pocket, and tied her hair up with a rubber band, before pushing open the window.

She pulled her hood up and had a leg halfway out the window when she stopped.

Did she really want to do this?

Johnny wasn't wrong when he said that socs were getting more risky with the people they jumped. And neither was Chrissy when she said she didn't know what would happen if they did find her; they're so unpredictable.

But then she thought about the nights she'd wake up to go to the kitchen or bathroom and see Darry asleep in the arm chair in Soda's room, or when Soda was still pretty badly concussed and didn't want to be alone without his sister or brother with him.

So yes. She really wants to do this.

She proceeded to climb out of the window, climbing down onto the ground beneath it and slid it closed, but not fully so that she could get back inside without having to use the front door later.

Penny weaved through the streets quickly, eager to find the car of the guy that fucked up her brother. Once she reached the lot, she had to hide behind various trees to stay out of the line of sight of anyone, even though she doubts she could've been seen thanks to her black hoodie and the darkest colored pair of jeans she had. At one point, she heard Two-Bit's booming laugh beyond all the chatter going on, since they hadn't started fighting yet. Her heart just about leaped from her chest, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he was somewhere among the large congregation of greasers in the lot, the socs having their own cluster across from them.

Eventually, she was able to crawl over to the area where the soc cars were parked. For a scary second, she heard a few socs who hadn't joined the other in the lot talking by one of the cars, and she needed to hide behind one of them for a minute or two, but they were quick to leave and Penny soon spotted the light blue corvette a good twenty feet away. But she decided to wait in her spot for another moment while the boys walked over to their group, before crawling through the lot of cars to her 'victim'.

Once there, she sat up against the tire, breathing a sigh of relief that she made it without getting spotted. She heard the chatter of the people in the lot stop. She peeked over the hood of the car, seeing the guys have some sort of stand off with each other.

She remembers being told countless times what the beginning of rumbles looked like. They'd stand facing each other for a few awkward seconds, staring each other down, until someone grew the balls and pounded someone else in the face. She never expected she'd be able to see it, but somewhere in the crowd there was a sudden flash of movement and in what seemed like less than a second, the fight was on.

After waiting a few extra seconds to ensure no one would notice her, Penny picked herself up and walked to the front of the car, thinking for a second where she should strike first before she whipped the bat into the right headlight, a satisfied smile twisted onto her face as the glass shattered and flew. She did the same to the left one, and slammed the head of the bat into the front of the car, denting the hood and lifting it slightly. She ran around to the back and striked one of the taillights, and kicked the other one out with her foot with a grunt. She kicked the bumper of the car a few times as well, letting out a triumphant laugh as she saw the dents it left behind. She continued to kick other parts of the car, hit the doors with her trusty bat, but refrained from hitting the windows as much as she wanted to. That would make a huge shatter and someone was bound to hear that.

She proceeded to pull out her blade, scratching the sides of the car up and ruining the paint job. She went back over to the front of the car, and let her anger out on the hood, stabbing the blade into it over and over again with swift swings.

Once her arms felt like noodles from doing that about ten times, she kneeled down to one of the front tires and stabbed into that as well, hearing the satisfying rush of air come out when she yanked the blade out. She wasn't sure if it would do terrible injury, but this is the first time she committed property damage on a car, so what would she know? Too bad Dally wasn't with her at the second, he'd know how to do a number on these tires. But either way, the fight was beginning to get more and more sluggish, and she knew she'd need to book it sooner or later or else she'd be in deep trouble.

She stood up and admired her work for a second, before spinning on her heel and running away, not even bothering to crawl away. She ran all the way home, and when she finally reached her window she leaned against the side of the house, catching her breath and willing her heart to stop pounding so fast. After a second, she hoisted herself back into her room with aching muscles, realizing how inviting the idea of going to sleep was.

Her feet landed onto the ground and she let out a sigh, but she soon realized the light was turned on. But... didn't she keep it off?

"Where the hell were you, Penelope?"

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #fanfic #female ponyboy ❤️#posted on ao3 #this wasn’t the 6000+ word fic i was talking about before btw #i’ll trying to finish it I SWEAR

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the-greatest-magic-of-all · 5 months ago

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Riz’s fever broke the night after Fabian left but he still felt awful. Goblins generally didn’t get sick very often but when they did their immune systems tended to go for a scorched earth policy when it came to ridding their bodies of any invaders. Most of the time they didn’t survive the onslaught but thankfully the healers in the palace infirmary were very good at their jobs.

He levered himself into a more upright position after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, muscles still aching and thirsty from the prolonged fever. Nurse Mistgift spotted him gulping down the glass of water left next to his bed when she came by to check on him and proceeded to give him the scolding of his life while he had to sit there and take it. He was too exhausted to make his escape, simply nodding along with drooping ears as she told him off for pushing himself too hard while injured and especially for not keeping his wound properly cleaned while he did so. The infection he gave himself had made him so ill that he’d been delirious for nearly three days until she managed to get in under control.

She at least let him leave the infirmary after checking him over again, banning him from his duties for the rest of the week and making him promise to get more rest in his quarters. Now that he was more awake she was aware he wouldn’t be able to relax in the infirmary, the space far too open and noisy for him to be anything other than stressed out. He agreed readily to her conditions, too exhausted to argue and with plans of a hot shower in his quarters to make himself fell less gross before trying to get some more sleep. That seemed to calm her ire somewhat, the head nurse promising to get the kitchens to send him something he’d be able to keep down around dinner time as he thanked her and left.

He'd managed to get back to his quarters without much issue, tiredly waving at the guards as he disappeared inside and beelined straight for the attached bathroom to get himself cleaned up. Fabian had these quarters prepared for him even before he took his oath, his friend getting his entire office back home transported over to the palace and set up directly next to the Kings study so the goblin could work and watch after Fabian at the same time. He didn’t often use the attached bedroom for sleeping, preferring to get his four hours in the official nohecharei quarters next to the Kings where he could be close by if Fabian needed him, but the bed here was soft and comfortable and he found himself falling asleep fairly quickly despite how much he’d already gotten recently.

Thankfully his dreams this time were less confusing and certainly less upsetting. His memories of returning to the palace after closing Fabians case after so many years of having basically no leads, the reason he’d even met Fabian in the first place, had blended together with his fever delirium into a confusing mess. It was to the point that he couldn’t even quite remember with certainty what had happened beyond giving his King the good news and stumbling his way down to the infirmary afterwards. At least he was sure he’d found out who tried to kill Fabian all those years ago, that part certainly hadn’t been imagined.

He heard the servants knock on his door at some point in his doze, ear swivelling towards the sound to check who it was (Miss Silvergrove, vetted and safe enough to let her near Fabians quarters) before speaking up to let them inside. The tray with what smelled like a chicken soup getting left by the door when she entered, spotted the goblin still curled up half-asleep on his bed, and exited again as quickly and quietly as possible. He still wasn’t hungry. He should probably eat. He was just so tired.

Riz let himself drift back to sleep as the soup slowly became cold on its tray near the door, deeply enough that he completely missed the quiet, whispered conversation in the Kings study two rooms away despite his sensitive hearing. None of the wards in his office were tripped to wake him up either so he flinched rather hard at the gentle hand laid on his back to wake him up. The goblin rolling over to blink groggily at the intruder before sucking in a sharp intake of breath as he woke up properly.

“Adaine?”

“Hey~ Gods you must have been worse than Fabian said if I was able to catch you asleep.”

Riz was sure he looked incredibly confused as he pushed himself to sit up, still not quite awake enough to mask his emotions as he rubbed his hands over his face trying to dispel the rest of his sleepiness.

“Mmmm, pretty bad. I already got yelled at by the healers if that’s what you came to visit for.” Riz gave her an amused look, taking one of her hands to give it a fond squeeze. The goblin making a small chirping noise when she flattened her other hand into a blade to thwack him lightly on the forehead with it.

“Good to know you haven’t changed much, still almost working yourself to death.” Adaine grinned, shifting her hand to scratch the top of his head instead which he leaned into happily. The rogues eyes squinting shut as he allowed his friend to pat him as she liked.

“Can’t help it. My excuse is I FINALLY got a good lead on an old case.”

“Yeah I heard. You finally closed Fabians case huh?”

“Yes. Umberlee below that was so much work. I even found the enchanter that was making those weapons and sabotaged as much shit as I could before leaving.” Riz grinned wide enough to show off his canines, tail swishing audibly against the blankets behind him. He was CLEARLY very pleased with himself.

“And then you kissed Fabian.”

The goblins tail went completely still behind him, his eyes snapping open as he reached up to snatch Adaines wrist and make her stop petting him. “No? I…. no?”

//No? What? He… Did I imagine it?// Fabian sounded so utterly perplexed, listening in on their conversation from his office so as to not crowd Riz too much. He wasn’t even sure Riz realised he was there, though he was probably still at quite a disadvantage on his perception if Adaine had to get as close as she did to wake him up.

//Hush, stay there and let me sort this out properly.// Adaine shushed him over their psychic bond, giving Riz’s hand that was still holding hers a light squeeze and trying to put on a sympathetic expression.

“Yes. You did.”

“Fuuuuuck. I thought I dreamed that.” He moved his hands to cover his face, dropping onto the bed heavily to lie on his back as the realisation set in. “Gods… I’m an idiot… Do you think I could play it off as fever delirium?”

“Probably? Why would you want to though?”

“Because the implications suck too hard for me to want to think about?” Riz peeked through his fingers at Adaines confused face, tail giving a little flick as he sucked in a calming breath. “He didn’t kiss me back Addy. I have a crush on him for years that I can’t act on and the instant I can I’m too feverish to think things through and just go for it and…. Gods it was such a non-reaction…”

The rogue pressed his palms hard against his eyes, trying to push the horrible feeling down because it was threatening to come out as tears. He’d kissed his friend. He’d kissed his King. Then been rejected by Fabian pretending it never happened.

“If I’d finished that fucking contract sooner it would have been fine. I could have told him earlier and been shot down and that would be it but now I’m bound here and I’ll have to spend every day pretending its fine so I’m better off just laughing it off as a fever fueled mistake so we can at least be friends without all the weirdness.”

Adaine frowned, plopping Boggy on Riz’s chest where the familiar settled as a cool, comfortable weight to help him calm down. The oracle waiting until his breathing had evened out a bit from the panic attack he’d been working himself up to before speaking again. “Wait, what does the contract have to do with it?”

Riz lifted his hands away from his eyes, shifting to hold Boggy as he sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed. Standing up made the floor feel like it was dropping out from under him but he recovered after a couple seconds. The familiar getting plopped on top of his head as he wandered into his office to dig through his files to find exactly what he was looking for. It wasn’t Fabians contract, that he kept sealed away in a secret compartment in case he wanted to collect on the payment later, but he did still have the standard form he used to make his clients sign.

There was a long standing rumour floating around the court about the Kings strange goblin guard. The one that commanded shadows and could move about so unseen that it was almost like he wasn’t there. Why would an Elven King keep a goblin as his nohecharei anyway? Surely there had to be a reason such a creature was granted the privilege. The general consensus had been that Riz was some sort of Fae the King had bound to his service during his travels and forced to be his protector. They’d only been partially correct, Riz was never bound to Fabian until he took the oath himself, and he was only sort of Fae. His family had left the Fae wilds nearly three generations back, the magic wasn’t as strong any more but contracts still held sway over them if worded correctly.

Riz scanned his eyes over the form quickly before heading back over to Adaine, sitting on the edge of his bed and holding it out for her to take. “This is the same form I had Fabian sign when he hired me. Clause fifteen.”

Adain took the form gingerly, the rogue hugging Boggy to his chest as he flopped onto his back on the bed again. The elf scanning down the page until she found the section Riz had pointed out and trying very hard not to sound too amused by it.

“Why… Why did you have a clause forbidding romantic or sexual relations with your clients baked into your contracts?”

“Look, in my defence, I was seventeen and pretending to be older so people would take me seriously and so many of my clients were hiring me to get proof of cheating spouses. Some of them GET that proof then immediately try to hit on the closest warm body as a way to process those feelings and I needed some way to turn them down more efficiently.” He frowned, giving Boggy a little squeeze which made the frog croak soothingly. “It wasn’t a problem until I found myself wanting to but stuck with a case that was FRUSTRATINGLY hard to solve. That combined with fae ancestry bullshit means I effectively cockblocked myself.”

Adaine tried very hard not to laugh at his wording, she knew he had some issues with things like this since it had come up in their adventures before and he’d always been fastidious about his wording when it came to promises. “Oh. Damn… Cockblocked is an interesting way to phrase it though… for you anyway. Sure you kissed him but that certainly has a different connotation. You’re usually so… offput by sex stuff. I thought you’d call it kissblocked or something.”

“I’m aware. My choice of wording was entirely deliberate.”

>:3

Fabian had never been so appreciative of the distance between himself and his knight than in this moment, as Riz’s last words sank into his very being. There was no way he could hide how wide his eye got and how low his mouth dropped.

Cockblocked.

But that would mean… No!

Riz had mentioned years ago, back during their time in the Feywild when he’d accidentally become the Goblin King (long story, another time.), he didn’t do relationships and definitely not sex. In turn, Fabian had squashed down the beginnings of his crush on him.

Obviously, it was an unsuccessful attempt, but it had certainly been made. And he’d kept making it throughout all of their adventures together and right up to this very moment. Even on the way back from the Oracle’s Summit, with Adaine constantly reinforcing that Riz had feelings for him, Fabian had been tempering his expectations. Because, sure, feelings did have the ability morph, shift, and change. It’s simply that…

Fabian just had never thought that Riz’s could or would.

Certainly not for him.

Taking several steps back away from the door that he’d been practically stuck to for the past handful of moments, Fabian felt the back of his legs bump into his desk chair and took the liberty of collapsing back into it. Long, slender fingers raked through his dreads as his hands soon found their way to his head. A head that was attempting to wrap itself around the last ten years of his life.

Umberlee below, he was more than thankful that Sir Durden wasn’t in the room for any of this either. He’d been a bit on edge ever since they’d arrived back at the palace. Sir Durden’s usual charming, laissez-faire smile had been replaced by lips pressed into a thin line and set jaw. His wrinkled brows were settled over narrowed, darting eyes. Fabian had almost asked him what was on his mind, but he’d gotten distracted by Riz and Adaine’s conversation.

Only a few moments later, Sir Durden had requested the ability to check on something for a moment. Giving a nod toward Riz’s office as if to say that Fabian wouldn’t be in danger if he left. After getting the okay from Fabian, Durden bowed and quickly left the room, muttering to himself about something regarding empty guard stations and sun cultists as he went. Now that he thought about it, perhaps he should’ve asked what that was all about…

It seemed like the longer he spent as King, the more oddities his “model” servants and subjects had. A comforting notion, at the very least. Like, Zayn! On his first day as Fabian’s secretary, he’d seemed as stuffy and distant as his advisors, but now, almost a year in? Apparently, the all-black, mourning chic ensemble he’d worn on the first day was his preferred aesthetic. As was the black eyeliner he forgot to take off one morning after his day off.

Now that he thought about it, he’d been gone for a day or two, Zayn surely had things for him to look over and/or sign. Glancing over his desks, Fabian found a, thankfully, small stack of papers and parchments neatly placed to one side. Along with a short note from Zayn, giving him context for each thing.

Something was wrong, though.

Not with anything on the desk, no. Everything looked exactly how it should. The problem was what wasn’t on his desk. The original list of potential brides and his list of his top three picks were missing. Fabian’s heart picked up speed as he rifled through all of the papers on his desk once, twice, thrice. Drawers were yanked open and dug through. He dropped to the floor to search underneath the damn thing.

Shit, shit, shit!

Of course, Zayn had found it!

In his haste to find a way to reach Adaine, he’d left it on his desk (where Zayn would obviously find it) and hadn’t thought about it since. This is just what he needed at the same time that he found out that his best friend, whom he’s been in love with for almost a decade, does, in fact, want him.

Alright, okay, Fabian could still fix this. Zayn most likely hadn’t notified the potential brides’ families yet. He still had time before he’d technically gotten anyone’s hopes up. All he had to do was find Zayn, get the list from him, rip it up, and then maybe make out with Riz a little bit… Maybe a lot. If he’s into that.

“That does sound like a solid plan. One of your firsts.”

Fabian jolted at the sudden appearance of Riz’s familiar timbre, causing his head to smack up against the heavy oak desk he was under and all of the papers on top of it to scatter.

“FUCK!” Fabian hissed at the spike of pain on the back of his head, one hand coming up to hold it while he shuffled out from under the desk. Coming face to face with still semi-unwell looking Riz, who stood there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. Through the pain, Fabian recognized the insult Riz just paid him and scowled. “One of my—I’ll have you know that my plan to kill all those giant centipedes would have worked.”

Riz couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Yeah, if it weren’t for the fact that you hated the crunch that happened whenever we hit them.”

“Utterly disgusting,” Fabian muttered, nose wrinkled in disgust at the memory of his blade and Riz’s bullets crunching through all those exoskeletons. And all of those spindly legs all over him? They would’ve uprooted anyone’s plan. Ugh. With a shake of his head, Fabian tried to rid himself of those memories to focus on more important things. Like the fact that, while on his hands and knees such as he is now, he and Riz were of comparable height. A lovely sight, if he did say so himself. Words filled with warmth, Fabian softly said, “Hello there.”

“Hi,” Riz said just as softly back. “So, what’s this about kissing a little bit or maybe a lot?”

Shit! Fabian reared back until he was sat upright. Holding up a finger, he clarified, “I don’t—you kissed me.”

“Yeah, I did didn’t I? Wasn’t sure at first. You know, because of the fever and everything,” Riz said as a flush crept across his cheeks. Turning his head away, perhaps in an attempt to hide it, he muttered, “Certainly not the first time, though.”

Fabian’s eye narrowed and brows furrowed as he leaned closer. “Not the first time? When else have you tried to—?”

“On your cheek, while you were sleeping. Remember a couple days into your reign, you rushed me to the infirmary in the middle of the night beacause I had a horrible migraine?” Riz asked, staring off and wincing at the memory of the attempted kiss, most likely.

Fabian did remember that night, though. He’d only woke up because Riz had, in his pain, fallen off the bed and made a loud enough thump to rouse him. The rest of the night had been a blur. Rushing through the stark and empty halls of the palace, running into Sir Durden on the way and having him race after him. Waiting at Riz’s bedside as Nurse Mistgift did a routine check up before having Riz shoo him back to bed.

Horrible time, really.

And all because Riz had tried to kiss him? But that would mean—

Fabian’s lapse of judgement all those years ago, after an adventure in Seawatch when they were curled up for warmth and he’d leaned in for a kiss… He hadn’t slammed into a wall put up by Riz. Well, at least not to purposefully reject Fabian’s feelings. The heartbroken, embarrassment-fueled bender he went on Leviathan was for nothing.

Huh.

“Cockblocked by arcana, that’s a new one, ” Fabian murmured, revelation still plain on his face.

Riz chuckled, his head still lowered, unable to look at Fabian yet. Though, soon his brows were furrowed as well as he finally remembered the scene Adaine had shoved him out into. Crouching down, he picked up a stray paper and asked, “What were you looking for?”

“Nothing!” Fabian squeaked, snatching the paper out of Riz’s hand just in case there was anything incriminating on it. The last thing Riz needed to know about right now was this fucking marriage thing. “Zayn took some important paperwork that I was still working on. Need it back.”

“Oh,” Riz said, a little startled by Fabian’s sudden mood shift. Pursing his lips, he frowned a bit. Feigning being in thought as he reached for another paper. “Was it about that the twin bridge project that the artificers guild petitioned about?”

Fabian surged forward and slapped his hand on the page before Riz could touch it. Smiling up at Riz’s slight frown. “Yeah, there was a few things that I wanted to —”

“Hmm, strange. Seeing as I just made that up,” Riz said with no real anger or indignation in his voice. Only apprehension as he looked down at Fabian blinked dumbly up at him. “Can you answer my first question, my King?”

Part of Fabian wanted to scramble to his feet just to get out from underneath Riz’s disquieted gaze. Raising himself high enough above his knight to avoid the question by sheer disinterest. Kings don’t need to answer any question they didn’t want to. But he couldn’t bring himself to.

No. In this moment, he needed to be honest.

If not, Riz might not trust him to be ever again.

So, on his hands and knees, Fabian ignored the thumping in his chest and the tightness in his throat, wet his lips and took a steadying breath.

“Zayn had held off on discussions and the ultimate decision of my future Queen as long as he could. He came by the other day with a list of all the eligible ladies of the Court. I picked three,” Fabian said before cutting himself off at the sight of Riz taking a step away from him and lifting his chin. As if defiantly facing down an execution. No, no, no! Before he could take another step, Fabian grabbed Riz’s wrist. Keeping him in place as he frantically said, “Don’t! I’d only picked the ones I did because I was trying to…“ He trailed off, hesitating in the face of actually admitting his feelings to his best friend. Which only lead to Riz yanking on the hold Fabian had on him and letting out a small warning hiss. Dammit. Full honesty, right? “I was trying to make myself forget about that kiss and how much I was—am in love with you.”

Riz’s tail went limp behind him as all the fight in him that was ramping up was gone in a single moment. Lips slightly parted as he raised his eyebrows, his question clear as he echoed, “… In love?”

Fabian’s heart leapt.

“Desperately,” He said, a silly, sappy grin growing on his softening face. Squeezing Riz’s hand, he sat back on his knees once more and tried to gently pull him closer as he went on, “You’re not the only one that cringes whenever the topic of Queens and heirs comes up.”

Allowing himself to be pulled closer until he stood straddling Fabian’s legs, almost chest to chest with him, Riz said, “I don’t—I know it’s unavoidable. Zayn’s asked me about it before. Asked if I knew any of your… preferences. Suppose he got tired of waiting on me to write down my answers.” Riz lowered his head, keeping his eyes away from where his and Fabian’s hands were intwined. “In the end, I couldn’t decide if… if I loved you so much that I wanted to pick someone who’d make you happy or,” He winced. “Someone who’d make you miserable.”

Using his other hand to lift Riz’s chin to catch his gaze once more, Fabian softly asked, “So that I’d run from her bed to yours?”

“Awful, aren’t I?” Riz asked back with a half-hearted, wavering smile and a shrug. “Could work, though. Kings take mistresses—”

“What is with you you and Adaine?”

“—all the time. I could…”

“Could what? Be my mistress?” Fabian asked with a little more heat than he orginally wanted to, yet he committed to it regardless. Riz needed to know how much he hated this idea. Hated the idea of the Court—of the country—thinking that the feelings that he held for Riz were trivial and frivolous compared to what he felt for a Queen. “Live with me being married to someone else and being with you on the side? You’d be happy with that?”

“If it means that your position as King is safe? Yes!” Riz said, matching his aggravation beat for beat as he yanked his hand out of Fabian’s hold and stepped away. Running a hand through his hair as his tail jerkily flicked from side to side, he huffed, “I don’t want to make your life harder than it already is!”

“You’ve never made my life harder, Riz. Not once,” Fabian pleaded, reaching a hand out to take Riz’s again.

Only for Riz to snatch it away, keeping it close to his chest as he shot back, “An heir will make your life easier, though, and to have one you’ll need—”

“You!” Fabian said, a notch away from shouting. He couldn’t help it. How could Riz ever think—he was always so damn pragmatic! Putting his feelings and his wants away to get a job done. But Fabian didn’t want to be a job. Didn’t want to just be a client. Didn’t want to just be his King. Umberlee below! He wanted to be his.So, Fabian didn’t let up, even as Riz stared at him in silent shock. “I need you, Riz. Nothing else. Just you. We’ll figure out the heir problem. Together. I know we can find a way through this but I don’t want the solution to be to keeping you as a dirty little secret. Or as second best.” Even the thought of it turned his stomach. Lip curling as he spat out, “Never.”

Fabian let his words hang in the air for a moment. Hoping beyond hope that Riz would let them fully sink into his very being.

It looked like, for a moment, he was fighting it. Riz’s eyes darted around, refusing to settle anywhere near Fabian. His brows pulled in and his nose wrinkled as the cogs in his brain whirred to find a weakness in Fabian’s plan that was dangerous enough for him to disregard both of their feelings to keep Fabian safe. He’d die a thousand times over before he’d let the wants of his heart lead Fabian to ruin. So, his mind searched. And searched. But, after a handful of moments, it came up short.

Fabian could see it do so.

Riz’s expression finally softened as he let out a shaky laugh, his eyes finally landing on Fabian with a spark of hope within them.

Fabian couldn’t help the wide grin that tugged on his lips as he offered Riz his hand, “What do you say, Detective? I think your star client has another case for you.”

And with only a moment’s hesitation, Riz reached a trembling hand out and wrapped it around Fabian’s. The difference in sizes made Fabian’s heart leap.

“How could I refuse such a loyal patron?” Riz said with a shy smirk. No pulling neccessary this time, he moved closer to Fabian, situating a leg on either side of his hips until they were chest to chest again. His keen eyes flicked from Fabian’s lone silver one down to his lips and back. “And I think I’ll leave fraternizing clause out this time.”

“Excellent,” Fabian whispered. Placing a hand at the small of Riz’s back, he shifted just a bit closer to Riz. So that their faces were perhaps an inch apart. There was nothing in the world Fabian wanted to do more than to kiss him right now. Yet he waited. Wanting for the feeling to be mutual. Wanting to be wanted just as badly. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait more than a second.

A clawed hand clutched his robes as Riz closed the gap.

Fabian’s heart wouldn’t stop racing as his mind emptied of every other thing that wasn’t kissing Sir Riz Gukgak. And while it didn’t feel neccessarily like bursting fireworks, a swelling orchestra, or a gilded happily ever after, their first kiss did feel like the only thing that really mattered in the end.

It felt right.

Not fairytale perfect; it took a bit of adjusting for their differing sizes, and noses got in the way and—Hold on, Fabian. He needed to take a breath. Okay, where were they?—Not perfect, but pretty damn close, in Fabian’s opinion.

Especially since there was this strange squeaking noise in the room that wouldn’t stop. From the way Fabian’s hand had moved to cup Riz’s cheek, he could tell that Riz was hearing it too. His ear flicked about and bumped into his hand as it tried to get more information.

Oh, no.

Wait!

“Riz—”

“What is that?” Riz asked, his eyes narrowed as he fully pulled away from the embrace he’d been locked in for the last minute or two.

Fabian quickly tried to pull him back into it and away from a clue (something he suspects he might be doing for the rest of his life). Pressing a kiss to his cheek as he murmured against it, “Probably nothing.”

Rolling his eyes, Riz gave Fabian one last kiss before investigating the source of the squeaking. “Sit tight, my King. I’ll be only a second.”

Slumping into a crosslegged sit, the King of Falinel crossed his arms and pouted like a child as his Knight left him behind to go follow a strange occurrence. One of his favourite things.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t even get to wallow in his self-pity for a minute before Adaine’s voice cheekly chimed in over their telepathic bond, “That’s rough, your Majesty,”

By Wren’s Blade, did she hear all of that?

“Astute observation, Oracle,” Fabian grimly shot back at her. “Get out here and say it to my face!”

Two doors opened simutaneously. As Adaine burst through the door that led to Riz’s office, eyes alight with mischief, ready to lay into Fabian, the squeaking had led Riz to open the door to Fabian’s bed chambers. Revealing tiny, spotted rat squeaking as it dashed over to Riz’s boot to scratch at it furiously.

Without hesitation, Riz crouched down to pick it up and struggled to keep it in his hands as it refused to calm down. “Whoa, hang on a second, Edgar!”

“Oh, you know the rat?” Fabian asked, slightly concerned at the ease with which Riz had picked the rat up. In his opinion, it should’ve taken at least a minute. He has no idea where its been!

“He’s—”

“Zayn Darkshadow’s familiar,” Adaine answered for Riz as she fully stepped into the room and made her way over to Riz to see Edgar better. Rubbing two of her fingers over Edgar’s head in an attempt to soothe the poor thing. Shrugging at Riz and Fabian’s questioning looks, she explained further, “What? He apprenticed under Runestaff once upon a time.”

“Well, that’s just perfect,” Fabian mumbled as he finally got to his feet, dusting himself off before joining the other two. Once he peered over Riz’s shoulder, he did have to admit that the rat did look familiar. Hard not to remember his little face when it had always accompanied Zayn’s. Speaking of, “Where’s your master, little one?”

That seemed to reignite the fire inside the little rat.

Minding his teeth, Edgar squirmed out from under Adaine’s pets and took her fingers in his mouth and tugged them in the direction of the bed chamber. A deliberate action that was underscored by his panic-stricken squeaking. Exchanging glances, the trio allow themselves to be led by Edgar into Fabian’s bed chamber. It took them a moment to figure out where to go next seeing as nothing seemed out of place. Not until Edgar finally broke free of Riz’s hands and scurried as fast as he could over to a slightly ajar door to the offical Nohecharei Quarters.

Strange.

Riz stuck out an arm, as if to shield both Fabian and Adaine from harm, signalling them to stay put as he crept over to the door. Snagging a dagger he’d hidden underneath a coffee table long ago as he went. With his back pressed against the wall next to the door, he took a breath, still a bit out of it, before peering into the darkened chamber.

A beat.

Riz’s tail stilled.

He whipped around, eyes wide with panic as he shouted, “Call Silvergrove and tell her to get a healer!”, before darting into his quarters.

Adaine immediately raced after Riz while Fabian obeyed his command. Casting Prestidigitation to alight a signal candle (connected to its twin down in the servant’s hall) with a silver flame before running in after both of them.

Standing in the doorway, Fabian was greeted by Riz, Adaine, and Edgar, huddled over (or on top of) the tensed form of Zayn Darkshadow. His pale skin turned awfully sallow as he shuddered and grimaced through not only the pain of a dagger to chest but also the focus of non-stop spellcasting on said injury.

As Fabian slid to kneel by his side, it took a moment for Zayn to realize he was also there, but when he did, he shakily began to talk, “Your Majesty, apologies—”

“None of that now, there’s nothing to apologize for,” Fabian said, hushing him as he took in the severity of the stab wound from a closer angle. Umberlee below. With a smiliar feeling of fury he’d had when Riz took that dagger for him all those weeks ago, he asked through gritted teeth, “Who did this to you?”

“Human mercenary, I-I think. Not too sure. Even with my darkvision, it was hard to make them out,” Zayn said as he took another deep yet shuddery breath. His magic, dark yet glittery as it swirled around his slim fingers and his wound, stuttered as well before settling once more.

Riz’s scowl deepened, and he bared more of his fang as he muttered, “Must be one of Blayde’s men then.”

“Makes sense—Don’t!” Zayn yelped as he saw Fabian move to cast Cure Wounds. “The blade’s the same one that got your nohecharei, sire.”

Fabian’s head whipped around to catch Riz’s equally shocked eyes. “I thought you ruined the supply?”

“They must still have a few left over from before.”

“Necromancy?” Adaine asked after observing Zayn’s spellcasting for a few moments and flipping through her spellbook.

Zayn nodded, and even through the pain, his voice held a bit of a wizardly pride as he said, “Not necessarily healing in the same way as a Cure Wounds. Can’t stop, though.”

“For a moment, you can,” Adaine said as she shook her head. Making sure to place Boggy on Zayn’s lap next to Edgar, she moved her hand directly over his and began her casting. Giving him a firm nod once her magic, bright and slivery, took over. “I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” Zayn said, letting his hand drop to his lap so that both Edgar and Boggy could nuzzle it. Giving him advantage on the Constitution saving throws he was no doubt making right now. Hopefully Miss Silvergrove was on her way. Though, she really should’ve been here by now. Hmm. No matter, with a significant portion of his mind freed up thanks to Adaine, he turned to Riz and said, “I know what you’re thinking and this wasn’t another failed attempt on the King’s life. It was an attempt on yours. I’d heard that you’d left the infirmary and came to speak with you about—” His eyes darted from Riz to Fabian and then back. “—certain matters.”

“No need,” Riz said, wrapping his hand around Fabian’s without even looking, just by feel. And Fabian couldn’t hide how his face brightened just a smidge.

Without a single hint of judgment, Zayn blinked a couple of times as he looked between the two of them in surprise. “Huh. Well, I suppose you wouldn’t be the first, but never mind that,” Zayn murmured before waving the thought away. “I think the assassin had the same idea. We both came to your official nohecharei quarters—”

“Instead of my office quarters,” “Riz said, his mind whirling a million miles an hour as he tried to piece together the reasoning behind this assassination attempt. “Guess they saw how badly the last dagger fucked me up. Wanted a second shot at it.”

Fabian nodded. “They wanted me without my nohecharei and the best time to do it would be when you were still recovering your strength,” He said, giving Riz’s hand a steadying squeeze at the mere thought of losing him.

“The thing is, if they had succeeded, what would’ve been the next step?” Riz asked out loud, though it was obvious he was having a smiliar conversation with just himself in his head.

SLAM!

All four of their heads whipped toward the clamorous sound of a door bursting open and hurried feet approaching them. Fabian and Riz’s hands went to their weapons as Adaine moved to shield Zayn from whatever was coming.

Luckily for them, the thundering footsteps belonged to an out of breath Sir Durden, who almost missed the open door in his haste.

“SIRE!” Sir Durden eeked out between heavy, heaving breaths. Fabian rose and took the handful of steps between Zayn and the door to meet Durden where he was. Before he could ask what in Spyre was the matter, Sir Duden grabbed his shoulder tight and lowered his voice to a grave whisper. “Sire, it’s Everpetal. She’s rallied a force of royal guards and soldiers allying with Helioic cultists to take over the castle.”

It was like all of the air in Fabian’s lungs was siphoned out in a split second. His stomach roiled as a chill moved down his spine… There just simply was no way. Whispering back, Fabian said, “She wouldn’t.”

Sir Durden looked like he didn’t want to believe it either, but he persisted. “She’s holding the Court and servants hostage and demanding you face her in the throne room or else…” He trailed off, his hold on Fabian’s shoulder soon becoming a death grip as he lowered his head and tried to steady himself. Gulping down as much of his fear as he could, Durden lifted his eyes and said with more seriousness than Fabian ever thought was possible for him, “Or else she’ll start picking off anyone still loyal to you until she has full the Court’s full allegiance.”

A tidal wave of dread threatened to wipe Fabian off of his feet.

This is it.

Months and months of work, court politics, snide comments about his Human half, and getting used to a life that was no longer fully his. Enduring all of it with a charming smile, only to have it all be violently taken away at a moment’s notice. On the whim of a noble who saw anybody that stood in the way of a crown as only another body to drop. His most of all.

Umberlee below, a part of him just wanted to run.

Wouldn’t it be easier?

Abandon the crown and the sword, take Riz, leave this island, and never look back. Let Penelope do whatever she wanted with it. It’s not like he was a good person. He’d been told countless times before of his arrogance and selfishness. Who would truly blame the stupid, spoiled rich man for grasping at power and getting in over his head before fucking off completely. If he’s lucky, his short reign would be a footnote in Falinel’s history.

“Fabian?” Riz’s voice broke through his doom-filled thoughts like a lighthouse’s blindingly bright beam. Glancing over his shoulder, Fabian found the concerned faces of Adaine and Zayn staring back at him. And then there was Riz. Whose jaw was set, chin lifted, and eyes lit with pure determination as he placed a hand over his heart where Fabian’s emblem would’ve been. Voice low and steady, he said, “Whatever you do, my King. We’re with you.”

I’m with you.

It went unspoken, but Fabian felt it all the same.

What was he even thinking?

He’s a Seacaster.

He’s the goddamn King!

Time to actually fucking act like it.

Squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin, Fabian unsheathed Fandrangour, turned to Sir Durden with a gaze of unbreakable steel, and started giving orders.

“Find the Captain and tell him to rally every guard and soldier we have left to defend against whatever bullshit forces Everpetal and her allies have gathered. They’re trying to take over the palace? Don’t give them an inch,” Fabian said, his voice firm but not cruel. As soon as he began, Durden stood straight, mirroring Fabian’s stance as he took in his every word. “Once you’re finished, take a handful of the guards best at crowd control and find me outside the throne room. You’ll be focusing on getting as many people out of there as quickly as possible and protecting the ones you can’t. Penelope is a sorcereress and will be flinging spells around trying to kill me, I don’t want anyone caught in the crossfire. Got it?”

Sir Durden raised his hand in salute. “Copy that, Sire.” And just like that, he was gone and out of the room as quickly as he’d entered it.

“Adaine,” Fabian said, turning to face her. “Teleport Riz and Zayn to the infirmary and then find Aelwen as quickly as possible. I know she’s an abjurer, but she’s also damn good at conjuring. I’m going to need as many elementals as she can summon and for you two to get the palace’s Oak Warrior defences up and running. Send most of them to help the Captain and the rest to me. Sound good?”

“NO!” A wide-eyed Riz said as he scrambled to his feet. Still a bit sluggish, Fabian noted as Riz rushed over to grab his arm in a death grip. Shaking his head with a frantic fire in his eyes, he repeated himself. “No. I am going with you. I took an oath to protect you.”

Fabian kneeled to Riz’s eye level, clasping his hand over where Riz’s claws dug into his arm as he softly said, “You just got out of the infirmary. I’m not going to throw you to the wolves and let you die because of a fucking oath. That’s an order, Nohecharei.” At the sight of Riz’s unconvinced shaking of his head, Fabian brought him closer and pleaded with him, “I can handle this.”

“I-I… I feel like I failed you,” Riz said, his voice cracking as visions of all the ways Fabian could die today flashed before his eyes. “I said I’d squash the embers of a coup, and yet here we are. Fabian, I’ll be fine, just let me—”

“You haven’t me failed yet. I’m yet still the King, am I not?” Fabian joked, bumping his forehead into Riz’s with a small smirk. “Besides, you’ll be there with me, in a way,” He took a moment to reach into his pocket and pulled out Riz’s fang. Holding it from top to tip between his two fingers as he pantomimed a wink. “I still have your good luck charm.”

Riz’s gaze lingered on the intricately carved fang. A rueful smile tugged at his lips as his big, amber eyes grew glassy. Taking a deep breath, he slowly nodded and whispered, “Okay. Just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

Fabian smirked and pressed a kiss to Riz’s cheek, “No promises, darling.”

#kisses and coups!! who could ask for more?#fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #fantasy high #fabriz #Brave and Loyal Knight AU

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iheartmalewives · 11 months ago

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Since you're online again i was hoping you cpuld mayhaps open your requests again? :3 and if so could you perchance write an idia aquarium date?

Aquatic Sceneries are Enjoyed Best With the Right Company ☆

HI OMG 😭 THANK GOD IM BACK AFTER A WHOLE ASS YEAR OF DISAPPEARANCE. Ive been so caught up with everything that I totally forgot about tumblr 😓😓 Im back now and will be taking requests! I have deleted the old requests as they probably dont want to read it anymore hshsjd ;; so if you have any new requests, tell me in my inbox ^^

An aquatic date with a special someone was one of your dream dates. You loved seeing marine life and the habitat they live in through a glass, but seeing it with someone you love was definitely an added point.

And of course, you had to drag Idia Shroud on a aquarium date. You two have been dating for a while but you've only ever had your date nights indoors. Initially, you didn't mind it. You always wanted Idia to feel comfortable no matter what. But this time, you just couldn't resist going on this trip with him!

It took you 5 whole days to persuade him, 5 whole days of begging on your knees and giving him all kinds of limited edition items just to convince him. Thankfully, he eventually agreed.

In the serene Aquatic area, with only a few people around, the two of you stood, captivated by the sight of fish gracefully swimming. "I can't stand these things..." he mumbled, lightly tapping on the glass, causing the fish to scatter in fear. And in that moment, a look of horror washed over his face as he turned to you exclaiming, "Even the fish are scared of me!"

"No they're not. They're like that! See—" As you tapped on your side of the window, contrary to his experience, the fish didn't scatter at all. Instead, they became drawn to your finger, as if it were fresh bait, swimming closer with curiosity and interest. "Nevermind."

"S-See? They hate me." He pointed at the fishes accusingly.

"No, they dont." You provided reassurance by linking your arm with his before leading him to another area. The two of you continued to explore, marveling at the diverse species you encountered along the way. With each new sight, Idia's curiosity and interest grew stronger.

Certain fish were particularly drawn to his hair, which seemed to radiate various shades of blue, illuminating the room with vibrant hues. "Look, we can eat that." You playfully said, pointing at a humongous fish that swam around slowly.

"Ew. No." He frowned. "I hate seafood with like a BURNING passion."

"Is that a pun?"

"Maybe." He grinned, showing off those razor-sharp teeth that you always thought was endearing, even if it scared a few people alway. "But NGL, I could definitely catch these things."

"In what? A game?" You asked sarcastically, watching the tips of his hair turn a shade of pink. "Duh. Those types of games are easy win. GG fishies." He said, glancing at the tank next to you, the smirk on his face causing you to laugh softly.

"Right. Let's enjoy this rather than thinking about killing the fishes. Oh— What about a pic?"

"I don't do pictures!" He squeaked, his eyes widening in slight horror.

"Come on, Ids. Pleaaase?"

"I already came here. Isn't that enough? This is not a normal habitat for me."

"Pleaaaseee?"

"F-Fine!"

You grinned and took out your phone, taking a selfie, with Idia trying his best not to shy away; his hair was slowly turning pink.

But then again, this whole date was a dream come true for you and he couldn't care less about getting embarrassed as long as he makes you happy. (and get you to buy more figurines for him even though he can afford it all)

a/n: hoping this is enough for a come back 😭 again, open for requests

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x reader fluff

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 2 years ago

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chapter 9

Note: direct follow up to chapter 8 of the Fighter fic. Other Fighter chapters are in my masterlist.

Warnings: 18+!! fluff, smut, suggestive. mention of alcohol.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric slowly found himself back again, while you managed to surprise him.

wordcount: 4,5k

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'What's gotten into you?'

After you had finally managed to drag your husband away from the beach, up the hotel entrance stairs and eventually into your room, you didn't even have a chance to sober him up. As soon as Sihtric hit the bed, he fell asleep. And he snored. Loud. His insanely loud snoring could probably be heard all the way down at that beach party. You struggled to take off his clothes, leaving him to sleep in just his tight, Gucci boxer shorts, and you finally laid down next to him after having changed into sleeping gear yourself. You laid awake for hours, making sure he was okay and didn't accidentally get some kind of alcohol poisoning.

After a while he more or less woke up and kept trying to hug you, which told you he was doing fine. He kept trying to kiss you, and you had to push him over to face the other side, so his cocktail scented breath wasn't being breathed in your face anymore. After that you eventually fell asleep for a few hours.

It was almost noon when you woke up because you suddenly heard Sihtric sprint to the bathroom, where he threw up, again. He reappeared after a few minutes, and you couldn't help but snicker at his appearance. He was looking awfully pale. What was left of his previously braided hair was more a tangled mess that resembled something of a bird's nest, and his eyes were heavy. So much for a fun night out.

'You okay?' you asked as Sihtric stumbled back towards the bed.

'Yeah,' he said, his voice hoarse, 'just my head is fucking killing me. And I had the weirdest dream,' he shuddered, 'I fought one of those gigantic spiders you're so afraid of, but... but he wasn't afraid of me?'

You stared at him, blinking a few times while being speechless at the sudden random information.

'I... I think you should try to eat something, sweetheart. Do you want me to call room service? Get you some juice and some scrambled eggs or something?'

Sihtric groaned, grabbed onto his stomach, and ran back into the bathroom.

'Guess not,' you mumbled as you grimaced at the sound of him being sick again.

The rest of the day was uneventful, as Sihtric needed the entire day to recover from his hangover, and you had to catch up with some sleep yourself. The following days after the beach party, Sihtric slowly started to pick up a workout routine again. Early in the mornings he'd go for a jog, before the sun was fully risen, and you found him shadow boxing on the balcony in the evenings. Overall, his mood improved quickly within those days and before you knew it, you only had one day left before your flight back home again. You once again had dinner at the hotel and enjoyed some quiet time in your room, after both having packed up most stuff in your suitcases.

'You want to go to the beach?' Sihtric asked when you just finished braiding his hair.

You happily agreed, grabbed a bag and a few towels, and went to the same beach you've spent earlier evenings at.

It was once again quiet, with only a handful of people around. Despite Sihtric being quite a pain to be around the first few days, this holiday did turn out to be the best one in regards to going out in public. You were hardly ever bothered, and it made Sihtric more at ease to leave the hotel with you. Sure, you hadn't really done any sightseeing, but then again, you didn't even want to go to Australia in the first place, so you didn't care much.

At the beach, you found a little hidden spot between a few high rocks, where you spread out the towels. Then, you took off your dress under which you wore your bikini, the latter which didn't cover a whole lot of skin to be honest, and you grabbed the book you were still reading as you settled down. You frowned when you saw Sihtric approach the water, something he hadn't done the other evenings, but you were glad he was keeping himself busy while it was still bright enough to read. For a moment you thought he was ging to take a dive in the water with his thin, white sleeveless shirt still on, but he didn't. Instead, he sat down in the sand and you focused on your book.

You finally managed to read one whole page of your book, and when you figured Sihtric was awfully quiet, you peeked up over the pages, only to see him do some sit-ups not far from you. You smiled at the pleasant sight, but managed to bring your eyes back to your book again, reading yet another whole page. When you peeked at Sihtric again, you caught him doing push-ups. You tried to bring your focus back to your book again, but couldn't help your eyes wandering back to your husband and his ridiculously sized biceps. You had to admit, after a few days without any sexual activity, you desperately wanted to be handled by him, but not that rough.

Sihtric was oblivious to your hungry stare and, after a long moment of eyeing up your husband, you finally managed to continue your book. Until, moments later, Sihtric suddenly snatched the book out of your hands and grabbed your ankle. He pulled you towards him, quickly took off his shirt, then picked you up as you screamed and he threw you over his shoulder.

'What the hell!' you laughed as he walked towards the water again, 'what are you doing?'

'Going for a swim.'

'What? No!' you yelled and giggled, trying to fight him, but you simply didn't stand a chance.

Sihtric let his body drop down into the water once he had walked in far enough, and you went along with him, completely under, where you managed to escape his grip. You half swam, half ran from him, but Sihtric was still much faster than you. He got a hold of you before you could reach the dry sand, and he pulled you back in the water. You let out a sudden yelp when he picked you up again and did the same as before, dunking underwater with you in his arms. You hadn't seen Sihtric smile this wide or laugh this hard in a while, so you let him have his moment, enjoying the innocent taunting of the man you love entirely and wholeheartedly. All his flaws and his perfections, he was yours, and you him completely.

'What's gotten into you?' you smiled when he finally seemed to calm down, and he pulled you close as you stood almost up to your chest in the sea.

'I don't know,' Sihtric smiled, his arms circled around your waist under water, and he nuzzled your nose and cheek, 'could be that bikini of yours,' he chuckled.

'Oh, come on, you've seen it before,' you said, and softly hummed at his affection.

'Yeah,' he said, 'but it's like… I don't know,' he suddenly smiled shyly, 'like you look even prettier today than usual. Which should be impossible.'

You giggled and felt your cheeks heat up.

'You look really good today too,' you said while squeezing his biceps, 'I saw your little work-out,' you grinned, 'I'm sure in some countries you'd been arrested for being too damn sexy.'

Sihtric smiled and blushed, then buried his face in your neck, softly pecking your skin while he held you close. Then, he hooked his arms under your knees and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist while he held you up, conveniently for him, by holding your buttocks in his hands. You didn't mind, but you were already aroused since he did those push-ups, and now that he squeezed your ass occasionally as you kissed him, the pressure only got worse.

'Honey,' you giggled, but Sihtric silenced you with a kiss.

He bit your lower lip softly, and when you wrapped your arms around his neck, you both deepened the kiss. Sihtric's breathing became heavier, turning into light moans against your lips while your tongues slowly moved against each other like waves, as the ocean water calmly pushed up against your back.

'Fuck,' Sihtric breathed, 'you don't know what you do to me, bunny,' he whispered in between his slow, wet kisses, 'you really don't fucking know, baby.'

'Then tell me,' you whispered, feeling overwhelmed with a sudden rush of butterflies as your lips crashed back onto your husband's.

'I can't explain it,' Sihtric whispered, 'you're everything,' he smiled against your lips, 'so beautiful,' he kissed you again, 'so sweet,' he flicked his tongue against your lips and chuckled softly, 'so fucking perfect, bunny. I'm the luckiest man alive,' he gazed up into your eyes, 'I only ever want you. I'm yours. All yours. And I want everything with you,' he whispered before he kissed you deeply again, 'everything with you, for the rest of my life.'

'Sihtric,' you breathed and cupped his cheeks, 'I… I really want you to make love to me right now.'

'Gods,' he chuckled with a desperate moan, 'I thought you'd never ask.'

He carried you back onto the beach, where he put you down on your feet as soon as he had reached the towels.

'Hotel?' Sihtric asked, impatiently, while you closed the book he had snatched away earlier and threw it in your beach bag, 'should I call a cab, bunny?'

'No,' you said, quickly looking around and not finding a single soul nearby, 'here,' you then giggled and sat down on the towels, 'now.'

'H-here?' Sihtric asked, with big eyes.

A sudden blush settled on his cheeks as he watched you lay down, slowly pulling to loosen the string that held your bikini top up around your neck, revealing your bare breasts to him within seconds.

'Come here, tiger,' you purred.

You gave him a cheeky smile and beckoned him over, using your index finger teasingly to lure him closer. Sihtric wasted no time and followed your lead, moving on top of you. His head was spinning, and his eyes darkened at the sight of your almost completely naked body underneath him, in public, while the setting sun casted the colour of fire on your skin, which resembled the burning sensation he felt inside for you, he thought.

'What if anyone sees us?' he asked.

'Then let them watch,' you breathed, 'let them watch how good you treat me.'

You didn't care right about anyone else, you just wanted him, now. Sihtric grinned and bit down on his lip. He slowly removed your bikini thong, whereas you were fast to pull down his swimming trunks. A warm breeze touched your skin pleasantly, before Sihtric moved his body in between your thighs.

'Baby?' you whispered and cupped his cheeks.

Sihtric looked at you with soft, questioning eyes. 'Hm?'

'Go easy, okay?' you said, tracing his lips slowly with your thumb, 'I don't just want to fuck,' you whispered, smiling, 'I want you to love me.'

'I always love you,' Sihtric whispered, taking your chin gently with his fingertips, 'Always. I got you, bunny,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'I got you, I promise. Let me take care of you,' he whispered before he kissed his way down your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach and on to your inner thigh.

You were already lightheaded with lust and love before you felt his lips leave soft, wet kisses onto your folds, until he slowly and firmly used his tongue to nearly push you over your edge within minutes. Desperately trying to keep quiet, you had to stop him before you'd finish and become overstimulated. Sihtric got the hint and, with a satisfied yet cocky smile, he brought his face back up to yours. He kissed you deeply as he finally entered you, both trying your hardest to keep your moans as quiet as possible. Sihtric moved his big hands up into your hair and one down to your thigh, holding you close as he thrusted into you, slow and deep, while you had your arms wrapped around his neck and one leg hooked around his waist. He moaned when you met his movements by rolling your hips against his. He then kissed you, slow and deep, the same way he made love to you on that beach while the sun was slowly disappearing into the ocean.

'I love you,' Sihtric breathed, with a desperate tone, 'gods, I love you, lady.'

'And I love you, husband,' you smiled against his lips, and Sihtric moaned heavily at your words.

The next day you found yourself in the plane again, first class, ready to fly back home. Before Sihtric settled down next to you, you quickly hid the tiny liquor bottles, which the flight attendants had prepared for each first class passenger. Sihtric may have said he didn't want any alcohol again, but you knew he would get bored during the long flight and would try to down whichever tiny liquor shot he could find. And the last thing you wanted was a drunk, former kickboxing champion stuck on a plane.

Still all head over heels for you since the passionate love making on the beach the night before, Sihtric couldn't keep his hands or lips off you. Despite leaving boiling Australia, he was dressed in black sweatpants, a black hooded sweater, the hood pulled up to cover his braided hair and part of his face, while wearing black sunglasses to be more or less unrecognisable. He pulled you against his chest after he had reclined his seat, so he could lay back comfortably, and he brought your knee up to rest on his legs.

Moments after the plane had taken off, Sihtric gently pushed your chin up to kiss you. Soft, sweet pecks at first, but soon enough his kisses became deeper and sloppier. He held your face while his other hand found its way to your ass, softly massaging as he moved his big, warm hand over the smooth fabric of your matching sweatpants, and occasionally giving you a firm squeeze. He hummed and chuckled softly during the sweet but intense make out session. And you don't know what suddenly got into you, but you couldn't seem to stop yourself from rubbing your palm over his crotch, feeling his cock harden quickly.

'Don't tease me like that,' Sihtric whispered, smiling, before he kissed you again while he squeezed your ass a little harder.

'You're my husband,' you giggled softly, 'I can tease you all I want.'

'Mhm,' he hummed, 'I am your husband, and proudly so,' he whispered, 'but you know we're too loud to have sex on a plane, bunny. We won't get away with it.'

'Don't worry,' you grinned as you snuck your hand down his sweatpants, 'I don't want to have sex.'

'You don't?' Sihtric furrowed his brow as he stared at you from behind his sunglasses, but he quickly smiled again as you continued teasing him with your hand.

'No,' you shrugged with a sly smile, granting him a few more seconds of the secret pleasure.

Then you abruptly pulled away from him and got up, leaving your seat. You looked back over your shoulder as you made way to the toilets, and you waited for about a minute before Sihtric managed to follow you without raising any suspicion. Without anyone noticing, you pulled him into the cramped space, locked the door, closed the toilet lid, and you pushed Sihtric to sit down before he could even take off his glasses.

'Wow, baby,' Sihtric chuckled and pushed the hood of his sweater down while he removed his shades, 'what has gotten into you today?'

You had no idea what had gotten into you, all you wanted was to please your husband right now. So you just gave him a cheeky smile and a shrug. Then, you parted his knees and kneeled down between his thighs. Sihtric leaned back, biting down on his lip with a sly smile, his eyes already heavy, his cheeks coloured rosy while his hands moved up into your loose hair.

'Hm, you gonna treat me, bunny?' he husked.

'Mhm,' you hummed with a smile, moving your hands slowly up his muscular thighs.

You cupped his arousal, gently massaging him as you leaned in to kiss his lips. Sihtric hummed against your lips, already struggling to contain his excitement, and you told him he better be quiet.

'How quiet I am,' he said and leaned back again, 'depends entirely on my wife.'

You smiled, then took out his cock, and proceeded to give him the best blowjob he ever had, according to him. And you knew he wasn't lying, as he nearly blacked out after you made him finish. And you knew his heavy, beast-like growl was without a doubt heard outside of the toilet door. But you didn't care. You wiped your mouth with a smile, satisfied that you could please your husband that good it made him lose his ability to function for a good while afterwards. After you had quickly hopped back to your seat, Sihtric followed shortly after, stumbling as his head was still spinning. He sat down with a deep sigh and pulled you into his arms again, holding you tightly against his chest.

'Thank you, bunny,' Sihtric whispered and pecked your lips, then he pulled the hood of his comfy sweater up again and put his sunglasses back on.

'My pleasure,' you smiled and kissed his cheek, 'I love you.'

'I love you more. I promise I'll show you a good time after we land,' he said with a smile.

'Eh... at the airport toilet?' you grimaced.

'What? No!' Sihtric snorted, 'you know I prefer to eat in my car,' he winked.

You were both happy to be back home again, and you were also thrilled to find out Sihtric had accepted a rather short notice job. He was invited to attend a charity event at a local gym in two weeks, which helped troubled youngsters to stay off the streets and take their issues out with boxing. As Sihtric was quite the troublemaker himself, sometimes still struggling to stay on the right track, he gladly accepted the invite, but only if you'd join him, which you would.

Despite feeling a little under the weather that day, you enjoyed seeing him teach a whole bunch of children and teenagers some kickboxing basics during a masterclass. After that, there was a Q&A, which you enjoyed even more. You told Sihtric you wanted to sit with the crowd, not on stage, as you had no business there, but Sihtric only agreed if you'd be in the first row where he could see you, so he knew you were still close.

You smiled at the sight of him, as he was clearly quite enjoying this day, despite being the centre of attention. The difference was that there was no media around, except for a local newspaper, so no one bothered him with private matters or made things uncomfortable.

'Will you come out of retirement again?' one youngster asked during the Q&A.

Sihtric chuckled when the entire crowd erupted in massive cheers, and he couldn't speak before everyone quieted down, so he glanced at you. You shrugged lightly, knowing that you could never decide that for him, and never would.

'I don't know if I will ever fight professional again,' Sihtric answered honestly, earring a few taunting boos from the kids, 'but I will fight whoever booed me,' Sihtric quickly remarked, to which everyone laughed and a few brave teens yelled they're up for it.

He looked at you again and you smiled at each other. You mouthed an I love you to him, to which he visibly blushed and blew you a quick kiss, which left you with a satisfied grin.

'How do you stay grounded when you are capable of fighting at the highest level? Like… how do you deal with fame?' someone else asked.

'Eh,' Sihtric said, then paused for a moment. 'As most of you may know, I don't deal well with fame at all. But,' he paused again, 'you need good people around you, people you trust,' Sihtric said, 'I'm blessed with my team. They stuck with me despite the stupid things I have done. Not just in the past, but also recently. Look,' he said, 'I don't have everything figured out either. Half of the time I don't know what I'm doing, or where I'm going. It's a weird life,' he admitted, 'it's not always fun. It can be very lonely, very isolating. It can become very depressing. Getting into the game because you want to be famous is the worst thing you can do. If you train with that goal in mind, I can guarantee you, you will fail. You have to want to become the best because you love the sport, not everything that comes with it. Because at the end of the day, after winning that huge title fight you so desperately wanted, and you're alone in your hotel room with that belt in your hands,' he paused again and shook his head lightly, 'you will find out that the belt, the title, the money, all that… it means fuck all.'

'Oh, ehh,' the host of the event said quickly after Sihtric's cursing.

'Oh, fuck, sorry,' Sihtric said, then groaned, 'I mean, crap,' he chuckled when everyone laughed.

You laughed, but had teared up at his speech, feeling awfully emotional for some reason, and it only got worse as the Q&A continued.

'What I try to say is, you have to be yourself, no matter what. Pay attention to those who have your back now and stick with you all the way to the top. Because those are the people you can trust. I'm sure you all know Uhtred and Finan,' Sihtric said, 'they've been with me from the beginning. But remember, always be wary of those who start to get close after you're booking success.'

Sihtric looked down at his feet when he earned a rather deafening applause and you quickly wiped a tear away.

'Do you still feel lonely?' a boy suddenly asked him.

Sihtric's stern look softened, and a shy smile appeared along with a spark in his eyes.

'No,' he said, 'I don't. Not anymore,' he looked at you, 'I've been blessed with a pretty lady who didn't care about who I was or what I had. In fact, she didn't even like me at first,' he laughed, 'but I still married her. She saw right through me and my tough guy act. Things would've been way different if she didn't stick around through some of the shi-, I mean, the hell I've put her through ever since we met. So,' he sniffled and cleared his throat, 'a good group of friends around you is important, but also a husband or wife who has your back is really important, if not the most important. Believe me, nothing beats the feeling of coming home and having someone who is waiting for you to step through that front door.'

You were a bawling mess by the end of the Q&A, and Sihtric was quick to run up to you as everyone left the room.

'Hey,' he cupped your cheeks, 'what's wrong, love? You look a little pale.'

'God, I don't know,' you sighed, 'I just don't feel well and your stupid speech made me cry,' you sniffled, 'honey, I'm sorry, but I really think it's better for me if I go home. I really don't feel good.'

'No, it's okay,' Sihtric said as he embraced you, 'I'm sure they'll understand why we are going home, bunny.'

'What?' you looked up at him, 'no, sweetheart, you stay here. I can get a ride home.'

'But-'

'No, Sihtric. These kids are dying to meet you, to have a chat and get a picture. You can't leave. I won't let you.'

'But-'

'No,' you said sternly, 'just stay, okay? You can't do much for me anyway back home, and It's good for you to do this on your own too. You will be fine, I promise,' you pecked his lips, 'just don't fight with anyone, that's all.'

Sihtric gave you a pained look. He really didn't want to let you go back home on your own, and he also truly didn't want to be left on his own either, but he knew you were right. Reluctantly, he agreed and called Finan to pick you up, as he didn't want you to get a random cab home. And after an uncountable 'I love you's' and endless quick kisses, Sihtric finally let you close the car door and allowed Finan to drive off.

'Fin?' you asked from the backseat, 'can you please stop by a pharmacy?'

'Uh, yeah,' the Irish man said, 'you okay?'

'Yeah, just gotta grab some… stuff.'

'Stuff, huh?' he asked, 'anything Sihtric should know of?'

'No, no,' you said, 'it's probably nothing.'

'Not pregnant, are you?' Finan snickered.

'Heh, imagine,' you feigned a chuckle and stared out of the car window.

The next afternoon you felt even more nauseous than the day before, where Sihtric had found you asleep in bed by the time he came home in the evening. And today, you had to tell Sihtric some news, but you couldn't find him in the annoyingly big house. When you decided to give up and just sit in the living room in your pyjamas, Sihtric suddenly snuck his arms around you from behind. You cursed loudly at the sudden scare, but you were also glad to have found your husband again.

'So-,' you tried to speak.

'Come with me,' Sihtric said as he took your hand, not hearing you.

Before you could say something else, he pulled you with him through the kitchen, into the gigantic backyard. It was early fall, but it was a pleasantly warm afternoon. Sihtric was dressed in an unbuttoned flannel, exposing his trained body while his signature black sweatpants were underneath, and his hair was tied back in a bun. He was effortlessly looking good, as per usual, you thought. You only decided to ignore the white socks he wore in those hideous green flip flops.

'Where are we going?' you asked, 'what are you doing?'

'I'm not telling,' Sihtric smiled as he guided you into the small forest he owned.

A few minutes later you stumbled upon a large blanket, spread out on the leaf covered ground, on which a few pillows and all kinds of foods and drinks were placed.

'Siht?' you teared up as you looked back at him, 'what is this? Wha-'

'Shh,' he hushed you with a kiss and led you onto the soft blanket, 'sit.'

You sat down, trying to be as relaxed as possible, but you couldn't shake your nerves despite the sweet, romantic setting.

'So,' Sihtric said as he poured you a cup of tea from a thermos flask, 'I have something to tell you.'

'Oh,' you looked surprised, 'I… I actually have something to tell you too.'

'Oh?' he said as he poured himself a cup, 'you go first then, bunny,' he smiled sweetly after he brought his full attention to you.

'No, no,' you chuckled, 'it's okay, love. I mean,' you looked around, 'you did all this? Why?'

'No, it can wait,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your cheek, 'spill your news.'

'No, I-'

'Love, just tell m-' Sihtric cut you off.

'No, babe-' you interrupted him.

This cutting off continued for a short while, until you both got so confused and riled up, that you both spilled your news at the same time, by accident, while completely talking over each other.

'Bunny, the UFC offered me a contract and I've signed it.'

'Honey, I'm pregnant.'

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echoflowerwhispers · 3 months ago

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Hiii you’re really cool and stufff uhhh I didn’t actually play this ask out….take this as a free rant about why character(s) to us card…-?

OMG VINNY HIIIII!!! You get this very special discord screenshot because you're my fav asker :3

Ranting below the cut!! (Its about Error btw)

I don't really have a lot of headcanons for him so instead I'll just explain stuff from my version of the utmv!!

Error has amnesia and doesn't remember how he came to be. He woke up in the Antivoid one day with nothing but a hatred for AUs.

He slowly learned to use his powers, and after he deemed himself strong enough, he began destroying AUs. Eventually, he met Blue that way, and Blue was the first to show him sympathy, so of course, he had to kidnap him. Blue tried his best to stay calm and not annoy Error, but eventually, he began to close in on himself and lose the hope of ever being able to go back home. He was depressed and his mental state made Error worry for him. Error, never having felt such an emotion for someone before, returned Blue back to his AU and denied the fact he actually cared about Blue.

He met Ink a while after that. His distruction brought Ink's attention, and now Ink wanted to see what the fuss was about. Ink was nothing like Blue, but he still tried to understand Error. Unfortunately, Ink is annoying as fuck so Error became his sworn enemy. They always fought over petty things even while they were having an actual battle. That never changes lol.

One day, while spying on random AUs, Error saw Nightmare talking to Sci. From what he heard, Nightmare was a powerful and dangerous monster who crushed all who stood before him. Error, thinking he was better than him, decided to pay Nightmare a visit. They had a small fight in Nightmare's kitchen, and Error somehow came out victorious. Unfortunately for Error, he started to feel bad for hitting the guy over the head with a kettle, so he took him to Sci and left him there. When Nightmare came back to the castle, he found Error binging UnderNovela on his sofa (I wrote a fic about the bad guys, and this stuff is also part of it if you wanna read more about it lol).

Error eventually made an 'alliance' with Nightmare, refusing to call it what it is (a friendship). He likes to visit the castle and hangs out with Nightmare in OuterTale sometimes.

What will happen in the future:

Error and Ink will form a truce, and for the first time in forever, Error will stop avoiding Blue and actually talk to him.

Error will catch feelings for Ink and break their truce to avoid having to see Ink (he'll still see Ink but only when they fight). Eventually, Ink will find Error in OuterTale, and they will talk about it.

The truce is back again, but the idiots still avoid each other because awkward lol.

Dream and Nightmare have their truce prompting Ink to ask Error to live with him since it's gonna be boring, not fighting and stuff. Error agrees after a few days of thinking it over.

The two start dating (much to Nightmare's annoyance), and Ink starts working on getting rid of Error's phobia through exposure therapy.

Headcanons:

Error likes knitting but hates crochet because "it's too complicated"

He likes looking at the stars but can't remember why. Therefore, OuterTale was the first AU he didn't instantly want to destroy.

He needs glasses to see short distances, but he hates wearing them.

He likes cute things, but he'll never admit it (this is mostly about the dolls).

He can't actually speak Spanish, but he pretends he can.

He has back problems from sleeping on a bean bag.

He worries the people who care about him will see him the same way the others see him.

He only eats junk food because he doesn't actually need to eat, so why bother eating healthy.

I probably have more headcanons, but I'm really tired rn and need to sleep so uhh yeah. OKAY BYE!!!!

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lafiametta · 3 months ago

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Small headcanon request if you want:Ani's Birthday. She's probably hasn't had a nice one for a while. It wouldn't be too big, but I think Igor would get her something meaningful that would surprise her..

Yeah, I would agree that Ani's previous birthdays haven't been all that much to write home about. Mostly they were an excuse to get really plastered and stay out in the city all night until she and whoever she was with stumbled to the Q train to make it back to Brooklyn by daybreak. Her 21st birthday was supposed to be a big blowout, but she ended up getting in a screaming fight with her best friend at the time and had to take a ridiculously expensive cab ride home, crying the whole time and crying some more once she was by herself in her own bed. (The fight then moved to her socials. There's a reason she swore off Instagram after that for almost a year.) Let's just say she doesn't have super high expectations for birthdays.

So when Igor tells her that he'd like to take her out for her birthday, she's mostly like, “Sure, whatever,” but doesn't get too excited about it. What's the point of focusing so much birthdays, anyway? It's just a day, she reasons, not all that different from any other. She's surprised, though, when he wants to pick her up in the middle of the day, rather than go out at night. But he comes by her house a little before noon with a grin and a red velvet cupcake he got at the local bakery. There's a candle on top, which he lights with his cigarette lighter, and then he sings a single verse of Happy Birthday to her in his deep Russian accent.

She eats the icing off with her fingertip and then nibbles at the cupcake as they drive. Ani has no idea where they're going, and it seems to be taking a while, driving along the Belt Parkway and then up into Jamaica and Flushing and across the East River until they're in the Bronx. Only when they pull into a parking lot and she sees the sign does she realize he's brought her to the Bronx Zoo, which she has memories of coming to once as a child, but hasn't been to in years. After their tickets get scanned, they wander around for a while, looking at the giraffes and the gorillas and the rhinos. It's a beautiful June day and mostly it's just nice to be outside, especially when she realizes that there are also peacocks roaming around the grounds. He begins to steer them in a direction because it turns out he bought additional tickets for a timed-entry exhibit just up the path.

Once they're inside the double sets of doors—installed so that no animals can escape—she's confused, because the air seems to be moving. What's moving, she realizes, as she looks at the trees and the flowers and the little man-made pond, are countless butterflies. They're fluttering beneath the greenhouse windows and landing on leaves and branches only to move their wings and take flight again. And they're every color imaginable: green, white, yellow, black, orange, red. “No fuckin’ way,” she mutters as she takes it all in. Because it's magical, like a dream, and all she can do is stare. A few fly closer to her and there's the impulse to squeal and turn away, but instead she puts her hand out and one—a big black and orange monarch—lands on her fingertips. She turns her hand to see it closer and its wings slowly open and close, almost as if it's waving hello. She can barely breathe and after a few seconds, it flies away, but that doesn't stop a wide, delighted smile from forming on her lips.

“Happy Birthday, Anora,” he says softly, and it's only at this moment that she realizes how wrong she was. This is a day that's been different from any other day, one she knows she won’t ever forget.

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Thick As Thieves - Chapter Two: Black Sheep

Summary: Tom strikes up a friendship with the mysterious voice in the prison cell next to him. Trouble is, he doesn’t know who she is and he can’t get her out of his head after he’s released.

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Warnings: mentions of parental death, mentions of theft, implied kleptomania, MINORS DNI, 18+

Word Count: 2.2K+

Author’s Note: This fic is doing better than I expected. I truly love this flirty duo and getting into scenes from the show. Hope you enjoy lots more flirting 😉

Chapter Two: Black Sheep

“It’s fuckin’ cold!”

Same shrill voice, crying out in the cell next to him, woke Tom Bennett up that morning. He bore his palm into his eye, rubbing away sleep and the discomfort of the shit of a mattress he was slept on. The sun peaked over the edge of his bed casting a little shadow indicating it was far later in the morning then he usually got up.

Did having another person in the cell next to him actually let him get a decent night sleep?

He looked up at that same old ceiling wondering if she had stared at hers all night waiting for sleep to take her like he had the first night. Tom creaked the bed slowly sitting up to see a tray had been placed within the walls of his cell.

Fuckin’ porridge.

Tom hated the gunk and slop that consisted of porridge.

When his mum was alive even she agreed porridge was not going to be around as a staple for her babies.

He pulled at his sweater collar.

“Don’t think they give two shits, love!” He called out to his neighbor.

He sunk down on the floor feeling his stomach rumble. There was a paper cup of water with an extremely grey lumpy bowl of porridge. Tom dipped his spoon in lifting the contents up then letting them splash back down in an ugly unappetizing drip. His nose wrinkled as he shoveled some in his mouth.

Absolutely zero flavor to be had.

“Good morning to you sleepyhead.” Her spoon clattered on her metal tray. “Was trying to get your attention, but you were snoring like the dead.”

“Must have been someone else.” He slushed his spoon around the bowl before willing himself to eat more. “I don’t snore.”

“Like a log.” The woman snort laughed.

Fuck.

He hadn’t dreamed that bit.

It was still cute.

“Expecting a full English breakfast, were you?” Tom laughed, scraping the spoon against his teeth. At least the taste of metal was some sort of flavor.

“Oh please.” He could hear her eyes roll, if that were possible. “I just expected it to be warm, not icy cold.”

“Oh come on,” Now it was Tom’s turn to roll his eyes. “It ain’t that bad.”

No.

She was right.

It was that bad AND it was cold.

“I still ate half of it, mind you.” He could hear her attack the bottom of the bowl with her spoon in a sort of stabbing motion.

“Well, lunch is probably gonna be just as appetizing to your palate, madame.” He teased in a mocking posh accent.

“As long as it is the right temperature I’ll be fine.” She loudly slurped at her water before he heard the cup crush. “You having good dreams then? You were mumbling in your sleep.”

His spoon clattered a bit. The soundness of his sleep must have triggered some sleep talking. Lois would always kick him when his sleepy nonsense got too loud and sometimes too lewd. He had hoped it hadn’t been lewd.

“Really? Say anything interesting?” He wondered his eyebrows nearly shooting up at the thought.

He wouldn’t have minded saying something scandalous to her.

“Didn’t make out too much. I think you might have said ‘sorry’ a few times. Maybe a ‘sorry da’.”

Fuck.

That wasn’t sexy.

That was just sad.

“Yeah, apologies for that. Hope it didn’t disturb you. Share a room with my sister and she usually kicks the bed when I get too bothersome. Though I suppose you can’t do that from your current position.” He took a long sip of water, smiling a bit.

“Nah, my legs are too stubby and thick to fit through the bars.” Well there was something. She was a short, fat bottomed lass. Or at least he could picture it from her description. “Your sister . . . she older or younger?”

He paused looking into his empty cup. God what he wouldn’t give for a cuppa.

“She’s younger. But acts like she’s older sometimes. I’m the family fuck up.” He cheered her in the next room downing the rest of the water.

“I’ve got one of those too, ‘cept she’s actually older. Don’t know who is more of the black sheep, me or her.” He could hear her shuffle to stand, starting to pace the cell in her heels.

“Well, she ever been to prison?” Tom wondered with a laugh.

“Yeah, loads more than me.” She said it so seriously he immediately thought he fucked up.

“Well,” He decided to try to bounce back. “She currently in?”

“No.” He could hear the grin as she paused her pacing.

“Seems like you win the award for most fucked up member of the family. Welcome to the club, mate!” He cheered her with his empty cup.

Tom shuffled back on the bed settling in.

“What is it you do all day in here? Wait around?” The woman thought aloud before beginning to pace again.

He put his hands behind his head thinking it over. Nothing he wanted to tell her. He had maintained his sanity by doing push ups. Trying to keep himself fit. But mostly he was lonely without anyone to talk to. Sometimes he’d talk to himself.

Suddenly he heard the jailer doors open. The familiar clack of boots sounded across the floor in a drag while the unfamiliar snap of heels followed behind. Tom peered around the footboard of his cot to see who the figure was. The pleated mauve skirt swished by in a fashion that told the young man that not only did this woman mean business, but she was required to look good doing it. Her heels trailed forward following the police officer to the cell beside him. He barely caught a glimpse of the rest of her figure as he sat up from his bed.

She was fuckin’ fit though.

That he could tell.

“Bail’s been posted.” The copper noted. The jail doors slid open dramatically.

There was a knowing silence Tom was sure that could only come from two members of the same family. This could be the sister she was just speaking of.

“Come on then,” The unfamiliar gruff sounding female voice said exsasperated. “Not waiting around for you all day.”

He heard his new neighbor's, former neighbor, heels clattered against the floor in a slight fumble. As if she was suddenly nervous or unsteady. If he immediately pinned himself against the cell bars maybe he could get a look. He was already edging a bit closer to the footboard in curiosity. Slowly he let his feet touch the ground, but still debated taking a peak.

After all, wasn't the mystery of her a whole ‘nother level of attraction?

He could hear them walking off, two sets of heels packing a punch in the empty jail. Most trouble makers had been drafted or were dodging the draft leaving prison cells empty.

“What you looking for?” The older woman asked with a slight pause.

He edged himself closer to the bars.

Tom felt his heart beating faster, mouth a gap with interest to see her. There was a great debate in his head as to whether to leer or not. Maybe she wanted him to, a bit. That’s why her sister was asking.

What you looking for?

He could ask himself the same thing. She didn’t need Tom Bennett looking her up and down. Didn’t need anymore flirtation between cold iron bars. The lady had been through enough these last couple of days. Didn’t need his sorry ass staring down her beautiful bottom.

“Let’s go.” The heels dragged as if she was protesting.

He gave himself a little smirk knowing full well she was just as curious as him.

He let himself a little peek at her.

She was the smaller in height of the two women. Her hips swayed in a pretty little checkered red dress with strappy black heels and stockings. Her thick black belt defined her waist, and yeah, her ass was nice.

Fuckin perfect even.

Then there was her hair. Beautiful blonde ringlets laid in a mixture of flat and perfectly hairsprayed cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. He couldn’t see her face, but fuck, yeah, she was gorgeous.

Gorgeous.

Dangerous.

Exactly his type.

Needless to say, Tom Bennett fell a little bit in love.

He was in prison another week and a half before they convinced him to join up.

It was actually Tom who convinced the coppers he’d join up.

He wasn’t actually joining up though.

Tom Bennett as of a half hour ago was a conscientious objector.

He was smirking about picking through leaflets trying to focus on his current “change of heart”. He couldn’t. His mind kept going to her. That shrill little voice with all her demands was gnawing at his mind.

He might have been flirting.

She might have been flirting too.

Tom read the sentence for the eighth time trying hard to let the words sink in. Hell, even without her wiggling in that pretty little dress in his brain over and over again he’d still be at a loss on these pamphlets his dad had lying about. The paper was thick and his eyes were heavy.

He needed a smoke.

He was flicking his lighter, feet up on the table in their little kitchen when his sister, Lois sulked in.

“Is that your pacifist face?” The smile in her voice was flickering. “Might have to try a bit harder?” Her voice was soft and delicate. He could tell something was the matter, but still let his mouth run.

“You too if that’s your happy face.” He looked her over. Sad smile blistered her discomfort as she let out a sigh. He moved on to reading more hoping not to deal with the fallout of his comment. “I got a shirt that needs ironing if you need to take your mind off Harry and that.”

Lois might be in too deep with her troubles of the heart.

It’d be best off if he took his mind off the woman in the cell too.

He heard her angry steps fall into place up the stairs.

Stomp.

Fuck.

“Oh come on Lois I was joking.” How many times had he said that today?

Tom huffed, squeezing the lighter in his hand. His shoes slammed down on the ground as he threw the pamphlet onto the table. He wasn’t reading it much anyway. He watched the flickering of the orange flash sparking on the lighter. He thought of the car on fire, the car she stole, her ex’s car. Bloke probably deserved it.

Who cheats on a girl like her?

Da doesn’t like him smoking inside so Tom pushes himself onto the street stumbling a bit as his foot catches on something.

“The fuck is this?” He scooped up the paper. It was a propaganda flyer for the Royal British Navy. At least it ain’t the fuckin army he thinks.

He picked it up, crumbled it, tossed it down the empty street. Tom pulled smokes from his back pocket having a light. He noticed the bedroom light to his and Lois’ room on. He rubbed his forehead thinking he’d have to get in a word with his sister. Set her straight on Harry. Set her straight on herself really.

Tom Bennett loved his family.

He loved his sister and his dad.

Even though she was gone he loved his mum. He really, really fuckin loved his mom. He remembered holding her hand as she scooped an orange from the market into her purse. They left with groceries, but did not pay for the fruit.

“Don’t tell your Da, Tommy.” She had put her finger to her lips as she swung his little hand back and forth down the road. He remembered marveling at the stolen fruit. It was bright and his. A gift from his mum. “It’ll be our little secret.”

He smiled at the memory letting the smoke blow from his mouth.

She had been the black sheep of her family too.

He knew now that his mum had a compulsion she couldn’t keep in check at times. Well, not true, when she was with Lois or Da she kept up appearances, but with her Tommy, she could be herself. She was self assured, confident, and liked to test boundaries. It was why her family had all but abandoned her when she had married his Da.

Difficult.

Like him.

Da always said he was her spitting image.

Her little twin.

What he wouldn’t give to have her here telling him what to do.

He’d trade anything.

Everything.

But she was dead and he was twisting a cigarette in his hand trying to remember what that first orange felt like. Tasted like. His first taste of rebellion. His first realization that his parent, his mum, wasn’t perfect. He remembered how the skin of the orange peel had gotten under his fingernails, how it felt slimy and sticky. How it had looked. She had grinned and watched him tear into it like a little lion.

“You are a little fruit beast!” He had felt so happy under her praise.

He felt like a king in her eyes.

Now he was just a sad bloke pining over a girl with pretty curls and a little mean streak wishing he had his mum to talk to about her, how he wanted to find her.

“You’d like her, mum.” He said to the air blowing out curly grey smoke. “You’d like her a lot.”

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