#I don’t cause if the sun is up I can’t go back to sleep easily 5 is good

[yoohyeon]

My body went numb a little and I’m stressed, cause I hope everything is not coming back and I’m afraid to go to sleep (cause you know I’ll feel it more since I’m not distract and I will panic) but I have to wake up in 2 hours for Puppy’s pills so I have to so sleep now 😭

[xyaehir]

TO BE HIS MEANS TO..

#gojo satoru !

be on the receiving end of his teasing

you’ve known satoru since your highschool days. although that was years ago, the bond that you both share is an irreplaceable and unbreakable one.

many things have changed after all those years; your hair, his hair, your style, his style.

yet many things have also stayed the same. for example, the memories you both shared and the feelings you both harboured for each other. and if there’s one thing that definitely stayed the same and never made an effort to change was..

satoru’s constant need for attention.

“come onnnnn,” your white haired companion pouts, dragging his words exhaustedly. “when was the last time we were ever sent on a mission together? don’t you w’na enjoy this limited time you have with me?”

you sigh, trying to shake off his arms off of your arm as he clings onto you like a koala. “get off of me, i can’t concentrate like this!” you try to pry his arms off, even though you’re not completely against the feeling of his skin on yours. (you have to remain professional though)

he shakes his head, “no thanks- and why would you need to concentrate on anything other than yours truly?” he lifts his chin up with a proud expression.

“because yours truly has an insufferable face!” you quip, shoving his face away lightly. he huffs before moving his head to rest on your shoulder.

“aww, you love this face though.”

you scoff before retorting, “do i? i’d love a curses’ face more than yours!” you gently shove his face away from yours to create distance, hoping he doesn’t see the small smile on your lips.

spoiler alert: he definitely does.

#geto suguru !

be able to see him, and not just his strength

suguru geto is many things — a strong and talented sorcerer, a handsome young man, the best friend of satoru gojo, etcetera.

but suguru geto to you is more than that, more than a weapon. to you, suguru is like rain. he’s the calm and soft patters on your window, the rhythmic patterns of droplets that tap gently on the ground and he’s the soothing sensation that washed away all your negativity.

but like rain, it’s always shooed away by the sun. thankfully, the cloud is always there to provide a space for the rain to do its thing.

suguru geto doesn’t like to be seen vulnerable, that’s one thing you know for certain. he has to be the strongest with satoru, he has to be the voice of reason.

but with you, things are different. he doesn’t have to always be the strongest with you. he doesn’t have to always be the voice of reason. with you, he’s just suguru. he’s free to let his true emotions be seen.

so when days like this are particularly taking more of a toll on him, he knows you’ll be there to help him. because that’s the thing with you, you’re always there.

you’re there to hold his head close to your chest and intertwine your fingers together in a tight lock. you’ll wipe his teary eyes with a tender, featherlight touch.

“it’s going to be okay, i’m here. i’m always here,” you whisper softly, carding your fingers through his messy hair.

the hair that once was always neatly tied back was now messy in your grasp, just like he was. with you, he doesn’t need to tie his hair back, he can just let it flow as it wants to.

#nanami kento !

go on late walks and talks with him

if there’s one thing anyone agrees on when it comes to kento, it’s that he’s a professional guy. he’s formal, stoic and has a seemingly unbreakable poker face.

he’s strict and follows a very tight schedule with no room for error or distractions.

actually, scratch that. he has room for one distraction.

kento knows he should be in bed, sleeping to regain energy he’s been drained of (thanks to a certain albino) and recharge for the next day. so why is he so easily giving into one of your bright ideas?

said bright idea is going out for a walk at 2:30 am.

he’s aware of the consequences this little act might cause to his unforgiving schedule because running on two and a half hours of sleep while exorcising curses isn’t something people would enjoy.

he says its risky and a waste of time but something he wont admit is how he absolutely loves times like this. times where you both can let loose about the struggles of being a sorcerer and just take a breath of fresh air.

he loves how carefree and optimistic you can be while he’s sluggishly trailing after you, his wrist in your grip while you drag him to the exact same place at the exact same time you both go to every week.

then you chat his ear off about the next mission yaga plans to send you on and quickly switch topics about this new yoga and pilates class you’re interested in. he, in turn, listens and sometimes chimes in to add a snarky and backhanded comment on something to make you laugh.

and thus, the cycle repeats. but unlike his repeating routine, kento actually enjoys this cycle.

he wont and probably will never admit it until he deems it not as embarrassing anymore but he enjoys these times you both share.

“ken? heeeeyyy, are you even listening?” you drag out some of the words before reaching over to poke his cheek. he swats your hand away and you chuckle.

he grunts, adjusting his position so he’s slightly closer to you. “i was, i think i just spaced out a bit, don’t mind it. what were you saying about some upside down dog croissants?”

the corners of his mouth twitches upwards when you roll your eyes and groan. “it’s called the downward dog and i said i found out about it while eating croissants at that one bakery you told me about!”

yea, maybe this wasn’t such a distraction after all. he’s sure he can squeeze in some time for times like this in his schedule, totally not because he enjoys it or anything.

AINT NO WAY JJK ENDED VRO 😭😭 BRING THEM BACKK😞 kinda made suguru’s a bit poetic butttt he deserves love too 💗

@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

[mrs-k0zume]

𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃

~ ��𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐟’𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ~

insomniac! kenma kozume x sleepy! fem reader fluff. just a short little drabble I thought about when I was waking up for school. I hope you enjoy.. luv ya 🎀

“Why can’t we just stay home and cuddle for the day? you’re better than sitting with people I don’t care about.”

[ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 ]

- It was a Monday morning and the blinding sun shone through the thin curtains of your boyfriend’s room. Your heavy eyes flickered open as you woke up to the sound of your boyfriend clicking away on his controller. You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the pretty boy that sat in front of you on the edge of the bed. “you’re awake..” Kenma averted his gaze from the screen to the sound of your voice. He paused his game for a second just to start clicking away again a after he sighed a small “yeah..”

you stretched your fatigued body that felt so stiff, it forced you to want to stay within the sheets of Kenma’s bed. And the scent. The scent of his bed smelled just like him, you just wanted to snuggle up under his covers and sleep all day. Though it would be even better if Kenma would join you. Unfortunately, it’s a Monday morning, and unfortunately, you’ve missed too many days to miss anymore. “Kenma.. we should get ready for school..” you sighed and looked over to your boyfriend who’s focus was still on the brightening screen.

Kenma realized that he was up all night playing video games and never got the chance to cuddle with you. The room got brighter when he moved the curtains just a little bit as he looked out the window, welcoming the sun into his room. His eyes winced from the sudden brightness meeting his eyes. “Ugh.. so annoying.” Oh.. how you know Kenma hates mornings more than he hated gravity. And you yourself did too. The both of you were never morning people.

“Why can’t we just stay home and cuddle for the day? You’re better than sitting with people I don’t care about..”

It was hard to resist his request. It was a bold one for him so you knew you had to say yes but… your mother would kill you for missing school. Maybe she’ll let this one slide. Just this once. No, you had to go… you were too scared of making your mother mad. “We can cuddle for just thirty minutes then I’ll have to get up.. I can’t miss anymore days.” Kenma rolled his eyes as he set down his controller and turned off his TV. He joined you beneath his covers and wrapped his arms around your waist.

This man.. It’s almost as if he wanted you to fall asleep on purpose. The way his fingers threaded themselves within your tangled hair and the way his warm body felt up against yours. It all just made your eyes feel heavier and caused your body to relax completely. You looked up into kenmas eyes and they looked so soft and gentle at the moment he looked down into yours. He placed a small kiss upon your forehead and continued to gently play with your hair as he looked back into your eyes. A color of pink danced it’s way across your cheeks as you nuzzled your head into his chest as a sign of looking away in embarrassment.

“Just stay.. please.” Kenma spoke with a voice so soft, your eyes finally fluttered themselves shut from the angelic voice meeting your ears that were still slightly pink from the kiss he had planted atop of your forehead. You hated how you were so easily flustered when you were with him but that was one of the many things he loved about you. The way Kenma’s soft voice sounded, it was like a lullaby. That, and the way his gentle hands felt tangled in your hair caused him to successfully get you to fall asleep. Kenma then leaned his head down so that your foreheads were touching as he chuckled softly.

“I win..”

[ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ]

[freyito]

ʜᴀɴᴋᴇʀɪɴ' ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

✭ pairing(s): boothill x gn reader

✩ in which: boothill's been quiet since he came back from penacony. way too quiet.

✧ a/n: little by little im chipping away at my depressive episode and building my motivation again

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader, 2.6 spoilers, mention of torture, hurt/comfort, not proofread

✎ wc: 2.4k

Ever since his most recent trip to Penacony, Boothill had been spacing out more when he got home. He insisted, very firmly, that you stay at home this time, leaving no room for any discussion. You were to stay home no matter what, and if he found you had tried to sneak out, even to the town, there would be words to be had. He was never this demanding, and he never barred you from going out. Yet when he told you, there was a certain look in his eyes. Fear. Something so rare within him that it made you obey without a word of protest. Now that he is back, he hasn’t been as energetic as you’re used to. In fact, he had practically stayed glued to the couch. 

You could poke and prod at him and he wouldn’t so much as smirk, and you hadn’t even gotten so much of a squeak out of him aside from why he had left in the first place. Despite his victory, he was just… quiet. You wake up to him staring at the ceiling, chewing on his lip. Even though he doesn’t necessarily need sleep, he’s always cuddling up to you when you go to sleep. So when you wake up next to him (quite a rare sight), it’s odd.

Not just that, but you notice he spends an oddly long time gazing out over the plains that surround your house, nearly unphased when you poke and squeeze at his cheeks. It’s not that he is entirely silent the whole time, but his words are few and far between. You can’t remember the last time he’d been so lost in thought.

After the third day, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. It was fine if he didn’t want to talk about it (though you are certain it would help), but you were starting to miss Boothill’s voice, or the silly things he would do. So, you catch him on the couch while he’s charging, deciding to lay on top of him. Cheek to cheek, you press into him with a smile.

“Hi,” You say simply. Boothill doesn’t react much, looking up at you with his eye and a small grin.

“Hey, darlin’,” He responds, his voice quiet.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“Mh, nothin’,” Boothill sighs, shifting awkwardly just a little beneath you. You raise your eyebrow, and he sighs, admitting defeat so easily. “Okay. Thinkin’ about a lot.”

“Care to share?”

“I dunno sugar, it’s kinda heavy,”

“Heavy is the cost.”

A silence stretches between the two of you, as Boothill ruminates over whether or not to share what’s on his mind. You lean further into him, draping yourself over him like a blanket, even though he wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable person to lay on. You weren’t going to say it out loud, and you have spent hours on him before, so it wasn’t necessarily a problem. There were days where his body was the most wonderful thing to lay on, when he had been lounging in the sun and you had been unbearably cold for Aeons knows what reason. In moments like those, he was like your own space heater.

“Well, I mean, there was a lot goin’ on in Penacony, and all these mind games, and…” Boothill sighs, his body relaxing slightly as he pulls an arm out from under you and slings it over your waist. “Got to rememberin’ a lot of things. Stuff I ain’t exactly keen on thinkin’ about. Now I can’t stop.”

“Do you think telling me about it would help?” You purse your lips, blinking at him inquisitively. 

“Haven’t I yapped enough? I swear you ask me about all o’ this at least once a week,” He pokes at your side, causing you to squirm and yelp, before he takes hold of your waist and readjusts both of you, so he’s sitting up and cradling you in his lap. “Gonna make me talk til my jaw falls off, you know that?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, darlin’,” Boothill smiles, something gentle despite his normally cocky grin. “I know you mean well. You’re the only one I like talkin’ to about this stuff, anyways.”

You tilt your head, silently asking him to continue. For a moment he doesn’t get the hint, raising his brow and chewing on his lip. He’s always been avoidant of such topics like the past, not that you could squeeze much out of him regardless. The most he let you know was of his family, specifically why he held a grudge against the IPC, and who he held a grudge against. Not to mention, he doesn’t enjoy talking things out much. He enjoys venting whatever’s gnawing at him in other ways, such as shooting. Still, he always seems to relent when you ask…

“Ah! Uhm, well…” He wraps both his arms around you, finally sitting up. He readjusts, making sure you’re seated comfortably in his lap. “They got me thinkin’ about when I was a kid… Well, more than that, really. Hard to explain.”

“I can listen all day. I like your voice.” You reply smugly.

“I– That’s not what I meant…” He chuckles sheepishly, shaking his head. “It was like a… hm. Felt like the kind of stuff the IPC had done to me when they caught me.”

Suddenly, you don’t know how to react. Your flirty demeanor drops, and so does your smile. Part of you didn’t think it’d be this kind of conversation. While he said it was heavy, you really didn’t think it’d be on the same level. Boothill sighs, patting your back lightly at your reaction.

“It ain’t that bad. I’m back home now, right? All in one piece.” He consoles, his voice just a tinge softer than before.

“Yeah, but–”

“It didn’t do much to me, really. Just got me thinkin’,” He shrugs so nonchalantly, like torture is something he’s used  to. “You asked, right? Lemme continue.”

With a huff, you concede. He strokes through your hair leisurely at your complacence, taking another moment to enjoy the quiet moment. As if what he was about to explain wasn’t something as terrifying as torture.

“It was somethin’ goin’ on with Dr. Primitive. Or at least, someone who aspired to be like him. Really odd thing, actually. With these monkeys and bananas, people wanted to become one. People were becoming one. Freaky, really. I mean, the things were cute n’ all… Not the point.” He takes a deep breath, “Some sort of induction… they… I don’t know how they did it, but they were able to bring back some sort of past version of me…? Took almost everything from me, voice, hearing, colors, sight, anger… they took it all. And suddenly, I felt like I was a kid again.”

The silence continues, while you ponder if anything you’ll say will be right, or okay. There’s not much you can think of to say, without sounding out of place. Dr. Primitive was one thing, and something horrifying at that, but the monkeys threw you off. Furthermore, what Boothill had described made your body feel… cold. It felt like it was one step away from wiping his memory completely. 

“What’s with that look?” He chuckles, shaking off the heavy air so easily. “You asked me to tell you, right?”

“Yeah…” You sigh. It’s still quite hard to wrap your mind around such things, but you do your best to ignore it.

“Now you sound all sad. C’mon, I’m alive, ain’t I? Plus, I think I do feel a little better now that I think about it…”

His voice tapers off at the end, before pursing his lips as if he was thinking. Again. Before you can ask him what else he’s got on his mind, his eyes light up. Without so much as a grunt, he picks you up and sets you down on the floor. 

“Here, actually, I think I’ve figured out somethin’,” He says, placing a hand on the small of your back as he leads you to the front door. He makes no further effort to explain what he meant, simply choosing to lead you off with a smile.

As he opens the door, light spills into the cabin. The land looks practically golden, you’ve forgotten just how beautiful the plains are at sunset. When you two step out on the porch, a light breeze greets you, wading through the grass. Boothill lets out another chuckle, before stepping off the porch. He stands still for a moment, appreciating the art of the world, the way the wind whispered across the grass, the birds in the distance and their song, and finally, he lets out a content sigh.

“Can’t say it’s as beautiful as Aeragan-Epharshel, but…” He begins, looking back at you for a moment, waving you closer. “It’s close enough…”

“What do you mean?” You finally take a step down off the porch. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer with an even bigger smile.

“All that work they did, well it gave me a hankerin’ for the past,” He takes a deep breath, his voice wavering ever so slightly. “Don’t like thinkin’ about it too much cause then I miss it even more.”

He cocks his head down at you, before his hand slides from your waist to your own, interlocking fingers. They’re not cold, for once, about body temperature. Perhaps that’s what you get for laying on top of him. He starts to lead you through the grass, his other hand gliding over the soft blades, sometimes grabbing at one just for the fun of it. However, there’s a certain sadness pulling at his face, his stride, even. He’s quiet for another minute, before he stops.

“It’s odd only feelin’ the wind in my hair.” He states, allowing nature to fill the silence once more.

“Boothill…” You mutter, reluctantly wiggling your hand out of his, reaching up to cup his cheek instead.

“It’s okay, sugar, I don’t need any pity,” Despite his words, he leans into your touch so easily, eyes fluttering closed. “Just… expressin’ myself.” After a beat, he opens his eyes and looks back out on the landscape, sighing softly. “I miss all the mischief I’d get into. After I’d finished my work on the ranch, I’d… run off somewhere, mostly off to the town. I’d get into all sorts of trouble just to keep myself from gettin’ bored. So I could get a chance to run through the fields again.”

He turns to you with a somber look in his eyes, as if he’d tear up. Not that he could, he’d lost that function long ago. His hands fall to your waist, gripping gently at the fabric of your shirt.

“There’s nothin’ quite like that feelin’. Runnin’ through the fields, the wind in your hair, stingin’ your cheeks and fingers, heart beatin’ fast as you find somewhere to hide…” He continues. Again, his voice wavers, and he swallows. He does his best to hold off on his own sadness, something he hadn’t allowed himself to properly feel for Aeons knows how long. “I guess I sorta get it still… bein’ wanted ‘n’ all… but it ain’t the same. It ain’t never been the same since…”

He ducks his head, the wind causing his hair to obscure his face. His hat dips, and you raise your hand to catch it. You don’t know what else to do. You haven’t seen Boothill this sad, ever. He’s always so rowdy and practically radiant, and yet now he’s dour, forcing himself to get his words through. He sniffles, then lets out a choked sound that goes straight to your heart. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him in close and squishing your face against his chest. The minute your arms meet his body, he mirrors the gesture. He practically crumbles in your arms, knees buckling as if he were flesh and bone, sliding down in your arms until his knees are planted firmly in the ground beneath you. In turn he presses his ear to your chest, listening to the gentle sound of your beating heart. At this, he grasps your shirt so tightly, pulling you impossibly closer, letting out another whine.

You pet through his hair, doing your best to still your own thoughts. Not only have you never seen Boothill sad before, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so… weak. Especially on the topic of his past. He could always speak of Clementine, of Nick and Gray, even of his hatred for the IPC with such confidence. Never once did his voice break, did his scowl turn into a frown. His body is wracked with shudders, biting his lip to quiet his sobs.

You two stay like that for a couple of more minutes, Boothill clinging onto you for dear life while you did your best to comfort him, scratching at his scalp and shushing him gently, whispering all sorts of cliche things to calm him down. Eventually, he finally lets up, with a soft breath. His grip weakens on your clothes, and he stands up. When he does, you card your fingers through his hair, moving his bangs from his face. He can’t help but let out a weak chuckle, allowing you to enjoy the feeling.

“M’sorry honey,” He mutters, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Didn’t mean to get all gloomy like that.”

“It’s fine, really,” You smile, your fingers lingering in his hair, before pulling away. “I think you needed it.”

“I… probably,” He sighs, “Just got too caught up in… all of this.”

Still, he nudges you, hand finding yours once more. He squeezes it, before leading you back to the cabin. The wind started to bite, the sun just peaking over the horizon as the sky went from orange and pink, to pink and purple. The clouds waned, the stars just barely visible as you two walked back. The silence is comfortable now, a small smile tugging at Boothill’s lips. He opens the door for you, taking one last look at the plains, before stepping in and closing the door.

“I’ll make dinner, then,” He says triumphantly, clearly feeling lighter than before. “As an apology. For makin’ you see me like that.”

“You don’t have t–”

“I want to, sugar. Let me? Please?” He cocks his head to the side, his smile turning gentler.

You wouldn’t fight it, either way. Despite how much he’s enjoyed literal bullets and oil, you wouldn’t dare stop him from cooking. He was like an angel, really, almost terrifyingly good in the kitchen. While you wanted to say that he didn’t have to apologize, if his cooking was on the line, you’ve found no choice but to concede.

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[starsxblazing]

Hello! Could i please request an azriel x f!reader fic where its the night before azriel has to go on a dangerous mission and reader is really scared for him and nervous. So while he is sound asleep that night, reader is tossing and turning and crying silently because she is worried something will happen to azriel. so azriel wakes up and comforts reader❤️

Through It All

You stared up at the ceiling, one hand propped on your head and the other on your racing heart. Azriel seemed to be gone longer with each new mission that he had to go on but was sleeping soundly for a change. Your mate had to leave in just a few hours when the sun began to rise for his next one. He had reluctantly told you about how dangerous the one he was about to embark on was and it had your anxiety at an all time high.

It was always dangerous, of course, but there was something about this one that unsettled you. You had seen him injured in varying severities throughout the years but the war caused you to realize just how easily you could lose him. The tears began to fall as you turned on your side and stared at his sweet, sleeping face. The thought of no longer having him in your life had your hand over your mouth to keep your sobs quiet and they wracked through you. You forced your eyes closed in hopes to stop the tears and horrible thoughts. 

“Love?” Azriel’s sleep filled voice filled the air around you as his hands cupped your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, somehow holding yourself together through your crying. 

“It’s alright,” he murmured, pulling you close. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t- I can’t-” 

Your words were silenced by your sobs and your mate held you close, running one hand through your hair and another on your back soothingly. You let all of your worries and fears leave you through your tears. Once you were able to calm down enough, you buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent that always comforted you.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” he urged gently, worry lacing through his words.

“You're always in so much danger.” You leaned back enough for him to wipe your tears away with a heartbreakingly tender softness. “I’m so scared of losing you one of these days. After how bad the war was, I realized just how easy it would be and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I will always come home to you.” There was a determination in his eyes that was paired with an understanding, loving expression. “These missions may be my job but you are my priority. I will abandon a job before I risk leaving you.”

The confidence and determination in his sweet words sent you into another round of tears but this time, it wasn’t due to fear. Azriel had been the best thing that had ever happened to you and it eased you to get the reassurance that he felt the same. With less than a handful of hours left, you were calm enough to finally fall asleep peacefully in his arms.

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[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Thirteen

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: None except for a cuss word and some tooth-rotting fluff

Notes: Oops, I lied - New Moon timeline has been pushed to the right a bit, I got carried away with this chapter lol this one got me cheesin’ hard. I can’t even wait to post this until my regular time, so enjoy!! (Hopefully I didn’t fuck up the tags - thank you to everyone that’s used the google form!)

Word Count: 2701

Series Masterlist

• March 21st, 2005 • Cullen’s Residence •

Reader

The soothing motion of Carlisle’s car came to a gentle stop that didn’t completely wake me up. But the cold arms reaching under me to lift me from the vehicle certainly did. As he began to lift me, Jasper made sure to secure the hem of my dress for my modesty causing me to smile sleepily at his thoughtfulness.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” He asks quietly, speaking softly into my hairline.

“You.” I blush immediately at my whispered confession, keeping my eyes closed and face buried in his shoulder.

“Mmm, I think I like sleepy Y/n.” He says with a chuckle that rumbles through me.

I finally look up at our surroundings, noticing we’re at his house instead of mine.

“Why-”

“Your mom isn’t expecting us until tomorrow afternoon, normal people don’t make a twenty-four hour drive without sleeping.” Somehow he manages to open the front door without setting me down. “So, you’re going to get some rest while I go for a hunt.”

I blink up at him slowly as he continues his path through his house. I get another day with him? Well, however much is left once his hunger is satiated.

“My siblings are at school, Esme is redecorating with one of her clients, and Carlisle is at the hospital so the house is yours for most of the day.” Jasper explains, walking down the hallway and finally into his room before returning me gently back to solid ground.

His massive king bed is as immaculately made as the first time I saw it and just as inviting. The longer I admire the fluffy black duvet and mountain of pillows, the more aware I am of all the little aches and pains sleeping in the car caused. Not to mention the lingering tenderness of my healing ribs and the other broken parts of me.

Jasper turns me to face his black gaze, “Climb in and get some sleep, Esme stocked the kitchen for you and I’ll be back before you know it.” It comes out almost robotic, but I see that he’s trying - his hunger covers every inch of his face and keeps his body rigid.

“Take your time, I won’t leave without you.” I reassure him with a half smile, especially since I never made that exact promise in the hotel.

He leans in to plant a kiss to my temple before he’s gone with a small breeze and a lingering coolness on my skin as the only signs he was just there. Sighing, I slide the thick drapes closed to stop the morning sun from shining through the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows.

I stop in the doorway to his closet before reaching the bed, contemplating snooping for something more comfortable to sleep in. Would stealing a shirt be too much? We aren’t even dating, but I do have permission to sleep in his bed… the dresser on the far wall tempts me forward. What’s one shirt to a vampire?

Sliding open the middle drawer in search of anything comfier than a dress, a small note card is waiting on top of his neatly folded shirts:

He doesn’t mind one bit.

- A

Christ, this woman thinks of everything. Grinning, I step out of my sundress and pick up a black short sleeve that’s a couple sizes too big. It hits the tops of my thighs, but since I’m home alone - I don’t think twice before climbing into his bed and situating myself for a much needed rest.

Inhaling the scent that’s so distinctly Jasper Hale, sleep finds me easily for the first time in a very long time.

Jasper

She’s in my shirt. In my bed. In my room. My sheets twisted around her legs. My pillows cradling her body. My scent mingling with hers and settling into the walls, the carpet, the bookshelves, the bed, my lungs.

I close my eyes and slowly retreat out of my room, shutting the door almost completely silent and resting my head on the wood.

“You good?” Emmett’s question almost startles me right out of my skin.

I sigh, “That hunt was almost for fucking nothing.” I turn my darkening eyes toward my brother to see surprise sweeping his face.

“You just got back!” He whisper yells with a wide-eyed look, knowing Y/n is asleep.

“She’s-” a low growl gets the better of me and I immediately tamp it down, closing my eyes in concentration.

A chuckle poorly contained slips from my brother and my eyes burst open to give him a deadly glare.

“You got it bad, brother.” He claps my shoulder with one of his massive hands and steers me down the hallway, putting distance between me and my greatest temptation. “You’ve got it so bad.”

Reader

I wake with a yawn and a stretch, relishing in the softness of Jasper’s sheets.

My eyes snap open. Jasper’s sheets.

I’m in Jasper Hale’s bed, wearing his shirt and my underwear and nothing else.

Shooting up into a sitting position, I glance around wildly trying to determine what time it was, but my eyes stop in the corner of his room. Jasper, sitting in a chair reading a book by a dim lamp.

“It’s almost seven, you slept most of the day. How was your nap, darlin’?” Setting his book down on his lap, he meets my gaze with a sly grin before sliding his eyes down my legs. “I see you made yourself comfortable.”

I gasp, “I-I uh-” fumbling for an explanation as to why I’m half-naked in his bed and absolutely failing.

“Sweetheart, it’s alright. A very nice view to come home to, so I guess you could say it’s more than alright.” He stalks forward slowly, light brown eyes holding me in a trance.

I blush deeply at his words and pull the blankets up to my chest, wishing these sheets could swallow me up.

Just then, a knock at the door and Alice pokes her head inside, “Oh good - you’re up! Get decent, everyone is getting together in the living room for movie night!” She finishes with a wink and is gone as fast as she arrived.

Jasper disappears into his closet and re-emerges with a pair of black sweats, setting them in my lap and leaning forward to whisper in my ear, “Can’t have a lady walking around in just my shirt, huh darlin’?”

Watching him duck out of the room so that I can slip on the bottoms, I contemplate making a run for it to put an end to all this teasing. The blush on my cheeks might as well be permanent.

Jasper

Movie night, really? I direct the thought at Edward and watch him throw a bored, pointed look at our scheming sister before leaving.

Alice replies with a grin, tossing me a blanket presumably for Y/n, “Oh hush, I’m just doing my sisterly duty of moving things along.” She floats past us, preparing the rom-com she selected.

“Don’t even look at me.” Rose waves a hand in dismissal as I raise my eyebrows at her, “I want nothing to do with your human.”

“C’mon, babe-” Emmett whines, but stops at the murderous look in his mate’s eyes. He continues anyways with a semi-serious whisper, “It’s the first time in like, forever since he’s even come close to getting any-”

I cut his inappropriate sentence off with a pillow to the face just as Y/n turns the corner into the room.

“Vampires have pillow fights at night?” She asks playfully, scanning the couch for a spot to sit. My clothes are swarming her and it stirs something I thought was long dead in my chest.

“Vampires do a lot of things at-” Emmett teases her, but this time Rosalie is the one to stop him with a smack to his chest.

Shaking my head, I find a spot on the opposite end of the long sectional from Emmett so as to limit the teasing. Embarrassment and a little something else I can’t quite put my finger on flows from her, so I pat the empty space next to me and hold out my hand for her to take. Once she’s settled with her legs tucked against her chest, I turn to ask Alice to press play and find her already giving me a pointed look. I wrap my arm around Y/n and pull her closer to settle against me, my sister smiles self-satisfied before hopping to the couch and starting the movie.

“Relax, sweetheart.” I whisper in her hair and I’m immediately shushed by Rose.

Y/n finally releases the tension in her body about five minutes into the movie and ten minutes after that, her legs are in my lap with the blanket pulled up to her chin.

“Alice, Rose? Can I get your help with opinions for a client?” Esme calls as she walks through the doorway to the garage halfway into the movie. “And Emmett, mind picking up Carlisle after his shift, sweetheart? I took his car this morning.”

All three of my siblings leave the room, Alice tossing me the remote and Emmett not-so-subtly flashing me a wink. He disappears before Y/n could notice and I could throw another pillow.

I feel her nerves ramp up as the house quiets again, I attempt to ground her by sliding a hand around her ankle under the blanket and it immediately has the opposite effect. Turning to her, she’s already watching me with her mouth open ready to say something, but it’s stuck. So my eyes drift to her mouth, lips that have tempted me from day fucking one. I know she sees what I’m fixated on, because her breath hitches and I tighten my grip on her ankle minutely - not to be painful, but a warning.

“Jasper-”

“May I?” I ask zoned in on her lips, unable to even want to hold myself back anymore. A curious Icarus to her solar flame.

She nods in a daze as my fingers trail her chin, but it’s not enough. “Words, darlin’. I need you to-”

But she’s leaning forward with a whisper, “Yes, Jasper.”

I swear time stops as a buzzing drowns my ears. Breaths puff from her beautiful lips in short spurts, anticipation oozes from her. I have to take a few seconds to collect myself, my mind running rampant.

I slide my hand around to cradle the back of her head and tilt it backwards, the tv casting a warm glow on her face. A shiver wracks through her and I tense, “Do not move.” The request is more of an order and she obeys instantly.

Leaning forward, her warm breath fans across my face before it stops with a sharp inhale. The only sound is her pounding heart and I swear it stutters as I gently meet her lips with mine.

Burning. This burning feeling starts where my lips tangle with hers and it travels down my throat to grip my rock-solid heart in a painful squeeze. Her mouth is warm and pliant where mine is cold and unyielding. Her nose is pressed against mine like a puzzle piece I’ve been missing. It’s absolutely bliss, her lips molding to mine, better than any indulgence I could possibly think up. Her quickening heart rate reminds me to reluctantly retreat - humans and their need for air.

I separate just barely from her mouth and she sucks in a gasp that tears my soul from my chest making me want to dive right back in. Opening my eyes to make sure this is in fact reality, hers are still lightly shut, bliss emanating from every single pore.

How on earth do I go about my day now? Knowing this perfection exists? She’s human, I can’t very well spend eternity kissing her here on this couch.

My groan causes her eyes to flash open and I notice they’re completely dilated, a dangerous observation for my control.

“Are you? I-I mean, did you not-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” My voice comes out huskier than I’d like and instantly she relaxes in my grip.

I push back a single strand of hair that blew across her face as I let out a long breath, barely an inch of space between us still. My willpower is at an all time low as we continue to stare at each other in somewhat surprise.

“Jaz?”

“Yes, darlin’?” I’m utterly raptured by her, firmly ensnared by this gorgeous girl - even more so than the moment I met her.

“Can… Can I?” Her question is open and tentative, but I can tell exactly what she wants and I’ll be damned if I don’t give it to her.

“Anything you want, it’s yours sweetheart.” It’s my turn to hold still, to wait patiently for her to come to me.

Reader

Holy fucking shit.

This without a doubt is what it’s like to have an addiction at first taste. Jasper Hale just kissed me and I’m about to kiss him, again.

I lean forward and smooth my hands up his chest to the base of his head, my fingers finding the short ringlets that hide under the bulk of his beautiful blonde hair. He’s deathly still with his eyes closed, allowing me to take the lead - but I also know this is a tricky situation with his control.

My nose bumps his as my eyes flutter closed and it’s his turn to elicit a sharp inhale. Nerves begin to flood my throat with cotton, but they’re gone almost as quickly, Jasper wiping them away with probably half a thought.

I closed the minuscule gap and my lips brush his a little deeper this time, relishing in the temperature difference. Kissing Jasper is in a category of its own, gone are the days I’ll ever settle for the warm mouth of any plain boy ever again.

Opening my lips enough to snake my tongue out for just a taste-

Suddenly there’s a couch-worth of separation between us and both of us are gasping for air like we’ve just run a marathon. His eyes are wide and wild, a darker brown than I distinctly remember a few moments ago.

“I-I’m so sorry,” his voice is strained and his hands are digging through his hair roughly, “Forgive me, darlin’-”

He fumbles at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing with no sound. Immediately I feel terrible because I pushed a boundary he wasn’t ready for.

“Jasper, please-I messed up and I’m so sorry.” I plead from my spot, scared to go and comfort him.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I should have my shit together-” but I stop his panicked apology.

“Look at me, please.” His eyes snap to mine at the request. I scoot closer to him slowly, stopping just within arms reach so as not to invade his personal space. “Can you close your eyes and just, feel with me?”

He takes half a second of hesitation before trusting me, his dark eyes snapping closed with a furrow in his brow. Taking a deep breath, I close my own and focus on exuding positive energy. Calm, content, tranquil - my mind running over any remotely helpful feeling to settle his inner turmoil. After a few moments of the impromptu meditation session, I open my eyes feeling much more relaxed. Staring back at me is the face of a much calmer, but shocked man.

“Did that work? I wasn’t sure, but-”

“You… No one has ever done something like that-darlin’.” Once again I’ve rendered him speechless and it brings a smile to my lips.

“Get used to it Hale, you’re stuck with me now.” I tell him, smug.

“Is that so?” He pulls me closer to him with a grin on his lips, the joy in my chest causing a laugh to burst from me as I toss my head back.

There isn’t a single place I’d rather be than his arms and I’m so glad he’s constantly opening pieces of himself up to let me worm my way inside.

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[sashi-ya]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈... Yuuta Okkotsu x F! Reader

⤹˚ synopsis. a silent night, a very calm christmas eve night... a new dawn, on christmas day... the first christmas morning of the rest of your lives ~

tw: nothing, honestly. very, very sweet. a/n: personally inspired on my personal Yuuta Okkotsu, that I won't tag cause I don't want him to think this is an insinuation to get married 👀 well, unless he wants to 🤷‍♂️💕 jk, i love u. calm down. wc: 979.

Ruffled black hair; those perpetual dark circles that will never go away no matter how many nights he sleeps by your side.

You both preferred staying in your own department for Christmas eve. A delicious meal cooked by you two, watching the snow falling down so slow and so peacefully. Your first Christmas together, Yuta makes everything so special.

Both fell asleep in the couch, but he carried you to bed. Hugs, soft kisses on your forehead and cuddles… a silent night, a warm, safe, Christmas night.

You wake up first, in total silence, admiring the tiny little nose of your beloved Yuta pointing at you. His cheeks, a little reddish. His lips, barely separated. Not a single noise he makes, just a soft murmur.

Contemplating his soft features, your eyes get a little watery… it’s been long enough since he came back now, but it still amazes you how he turned your world upside down after waiting for him for three years.

You sniffle. You don’t wish for him to open his eyes and to see you cry. He would get worried; he would be sad and desperate to know what happened. Because Yuta is always worried he might have hurt you, that he might have done something wrong. But how could he?

You notice him moving a little, and his lip shutting. He swallows in his sleep, and so you decide to close your eyes. It is always cute to let him wake you up… even if you were already up.

“(Name)! (Name)! it’s Christmas morning!! Come on, I wanna give you my gift!” he chimes, happily. His loving hands, a little veiny and strong but still delicate, land on you. His caresses are as soft as if they were touching the wings of a butterfly, but as hot as a warming sun in the middle of a winter sky.

“mhh… hi ~” you murmur, noticing your voice is still too sleepy to be able to say much. You extent your arms to him, asking for him to cuddle on your chest. “c’mere”

“But, but… the gift!!” he protests, acceding too easily to your hug request.

Yuta snakes in between your arms, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You, like a caring protector, pull him close, surrounding him with your arms and the sheets.

“Can we stay like this for some time? I wanna give you my presents too, but for now… just rest a little bit in here” you beg, tracing little circles on his back. The hand you slipped in between his warm skin and his light grey t-shirt feels like heaven to him… to you.

“We can stay for as long as you want, (Name)” he murmurs, getting comfortable there.

Your eyes, a little bit unused to the light coming from the window, detect the imagery of soft flakes pouring from the sky in a slow-motion winter sky.

“It’s snowing today… such a cute gift, right?” you become stupidly poetic when it comes to him. Loving someone makes you an artist; a passionate lover willing to create beautiful art to express the feelings that are even thatyou’re your heart can’t fit inside.

He squirms a little; you notice him a little bit nervous. He probably took a lot of time to decide what to give you for Christmas, that’s probably what it is…

“It’s… ah… yes, a cute gift. Being with you, though… it’s even better” he whispers, kissing your lips ever so softly.

Even if both are grown ups now, and those days at the Tokyo Curse College are far in the past, the innocence has never abandoned you. With Yuta, you can be a child, and you don’t feel the pressure to act mature… being with him, it’s like feeling safe… like your problems never existed in the first place.

His dark grey eyes fix in yours, as if they wanted to say something, as if they wished to scream, to finally express something.

“Are you ok, Yuu?” you ask, taking your hand to his cheek. The tiny little freckles that are almost invisible to many, but not to you, create unique patterns on his skin.

“I… yes… I am a little bit nervous…” “Why?” “Because I am scared of you not liking my gift…”

You ruffle his hair. Anything, from a packet of gummy bears to his whole world, means exactly the same to you… Anything Yuta wants to give you, you consider it to be the most precious gift, a treasure to hold close, to protect, for your whole life.

“Yuta… you know… I-“ you start “lecturing” him about it, but he suddenly stands up from bed and runs away.

You are left there, speechless. What is this boy doing? Why is he leaving? What happened?

You can hear his steps going downstairs, and soon after coming back up. He runs until the very frame of your bedroom door, holding a little package inside his hands.

“I…” he wants to speak, but he clearly can’t. His cheeks have become as red as apples, fading even with his dark circles.

You sit in your bed, frowning. What is happening to him?

“Are you ok, babe? You are scaring me…” you mumble, watching him run towards the bed.

He slides inside and under the sheets again, this time with that little package in his hands. He covers both of you with the sheets, creating a safe fortress for you.

“Yuu?” you ask, confused but still giggly. “Open…” he mutters, giving you the little box in such sweet, shy way it makes you melt.

You see the content, but you don’t really needed to… you already knew.

“Of course I do…” “You do? Really?” “Yes…!” you chime, pouncing on him, kissing every little spot on his face, on his lips and neck.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Merry Christmas, my future… wife” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Merry Christmas, my future hubby”

[javiersprincess]

tags: fem reader, age difference, established relationship, reader is shorter than kishibe, kissing, mentions of sex + sexual dynamics.

synopsis: kishibe just can’t keep his dirty mind from running, even when all you give him is a kiss on the cheek.

you give kishibe a kiss on the cheek. a harmless gesture one given readily and easily as he shrugs on his overcoat. you didn’t think much of it, thinking he would take your affection with his usual nonchalance and it would be the end of your shared morning.

but that’s never the case is it? things never go to plan.

you don’t notice the warmth in kishibe’s complexion. the way the haze that dampens the iron black is broken through like the sun through storm clouds. his hand is tugging you back - the apartment is warm and its your day off so you are still in your sleep shorts. kishibe keeps his eyes in the soft skin, thinking about marring the satin like skin with his teeth until he could taste the copper of your blood.

“c’mere, give your man a proper kiss.”

you only swallow in your fluster, eyes wide and lips open in a gasp at how unabashedly he handles you - tugging, pulling and holding you in front of him. his hands, warm and worn, you shiver when his scarred palm settles over your ass to tug you closer.

aftershave. mint toothpaste. cologne.

all incredibly deep and dark scents that make you shiver as well as the hauntingly hot hand that squeezes the fat of your ass - an indecent pair of ring and pinkie finger make their way under the high hem of your shorts and dig into the plush curve of your thigh blending into your ass.

“c’mon. don’t make me late.” he drawls into your ears as your head turns, embarrassed at how he handles you. you look back at him, blinking in that shy way he likes so much. timidly you nod and reach up - standing on the tips of your toes, your braless chest pressing against his suit clad chest until your lips meet his.

kishibe grunts - like the rest of you its soft and sweet, it makes him for the first time a long while want to skip out on work. he wants it deeper, harder; wants it dirty like when he kisses you at night with your tongue in his mouth and his hands holding your hips still to teach you patience. maybe he needs a reminder in such a lesson right now. you pull away and he can’t help but look at the clock in the kitchen that’s visible from the doorway, he stays any longer he’ll be late.

“i’m late cause of you. i should put you over my knee for teasing me like that.” he mutters into the air that is shared between the two of you and you only reach out to straight his tie, the folds in his jacket and the lapels of his coat. you pout, petulant and almost childish and it makes him want to kiss you again.

“i just being affectionate - you’re the one who demanded a real kiss.” he can’t refute you so he looks ahead, taking in the pictures that line the wall of your shared apartment. it strikes him that for the first time that it sucks to leave his apartment.

“brat. i’ll see you tonight. if i find you asleep you’re in big trouble.” that makes you smile, you can’t bite back the teasing comment that slips out your soft lips.

“what do you want me to wear?” he’s half a step out the door, hat on his head and giving his ever handsome face a shadow that makes him all the more sinister.

“just this, it’s cute. i like fucking you when you look like this.” he says without pausing, out the door and body facing you to close the door behind him. he stops, watches how your eyes are wide and your arms at tucked behind your back. you’re back to shifting in your place a doe out in the meadow. he feels like a wolf looking at you from his place in the doorway, like he is the outsider rather than the man that lives with you.

“look like what?” you ask, and you almost take a step back as you gaze into one dark eye, the other blocked by the door. you know kishibe is dangerous but this…this is when you see it yourself.

“like you’re mine.”

the door shuts, the clock ticks and the days begins. as you gaze out the windows and see the sun - you can’t help but think it’s a beautiful day and that it’s a shame that you already want it to end.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Roronoa Zoro & Kaku Vibe: Writer's Choice (NSFW consensual) AU: Monster AU Prompt: Only One Bed Gift Giver: @zoros-sheath

Summary: You'd wanted two rooms for your trip with your were-beast lovers, instead you didn't even get two beds.

Content Notes: double penetration, knotting, little prep, established relationship, cream pie, gods give credit to this bed where it's due.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, we can all fit.” Kaku says as he and Zoro carry the luggage up to the hotel room. “Even with two beds, someone was going to be doubling up.”

“Two rooms, Kaku.” You correct, sighing a little as you reach the last room left at the hotel. There’d been a booking error and your glorious plan to leave Kaku and Zoro snoring in their own room was completely ruined.

Not that you didn’t love and appreciate your monsters dearly, but you’d wanted a little space during this trip. Not much. Just a little.

“Ah, sorry then, filly.” He kisses the top of your head. “We’ll do our best.”

“Humph.” Zoro grunts as you open the door for the two of them.

“Oh no.” You hear Kaku before you get into the room, but you have a feeling you already know the problem.

“Not two beds, huh?” You can’t help the groan.

“Ah… well, we’ll make it work.” He says, setting the suitcase down and stepping back so you can see.

A single. The only bed in the room was a single. Not a double, not a queen, and certainly not a king. At this point you were almost relieved to see it on a frame.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You let out a breath, trying not to lose your temper over something you couldn’t do anything about at this point. “Does the couch have a pullout?”

Zoro lifts the cushions on the small love seat in the room and shakes his head. It was, at least, a place someone could sleep, but at this rate someone was going to be on the floor.

“I suppose we can roshambo for it.” You offer, poking your head into the attached bathroom. Of all the things this room didn’t have, somehow it had a whirlpool tub. “Though at this point, throwing the bedding in the bathtub might actually be enough room for all of us.”

“We can fit.” Zoro asserts and you look at him like he’s grown a second head. Monster that he and Kaku were, that wasn’t one of the things they did as far as you knew.

“Can you turn into a small cat?” You question and Kaku laughs, effectively answering your question.

His brows furrow and you know you’ve irritated him at least a little. “No.” He says curtly.

“Well, then I don’t see-.” You start, but Zoro disrobes and pulls the covers aside. By himself he filled most of the bed. If he slept on his side, Kaku could probably join him, the giraffe being slender and almost lanky by comparison.

Kaku pulls your sun dress off in an easy motion, causing you to yelp a little in surprise. Long fingers move against your body and his fingers are already against your clit before you can even ask him what he’s doing. A sweet moan is the only sound that passes your lips and you hold onto his arm to steady yourself.

Pressing soft kisses in the crook of your neck, he slips your panties down with his free hand, and you can feel two sets of eyes on you, devouring every shiver. Despite the near constant bickering between the two shifters, they worked remarkably well when it came to you.

Cool gel presses into your ass, giving Kaku’s finger access easily. You’ve long since stopped trying to figure out how they managed such tricks. Zoro’s gaze grabs yours and you see his tongue slip across his lips as Kaku works you into a frenzy with his fingers.

“Please,” you gasp, legs trembling. You couldn’t keep your feet much longer and you weren’t even sure what it was they were going to prove by doing this. “I’m gonna - haaa, more, please, I want more.”

“Want?” Zoro prompts, raising a brow.

Your body throbs at the tone of that single word and you press against Kaku’s hand. “Need, need!” You cry, as Kaku pulls his fingers out of you. “I need more, please.”

Zoro motions, and Kaku helps you, lifting you up and straddling you over the feline were-beast’s cock. He was already hard, red at the tip, precum glistening as it twitched, knot already thick and swollen at the base. Zoro helps steady you, holding onto your hands and helping you stay upright as you settled onto his shaft.

The sweet stretch, the dull ache that left you desperate to have his knot buried inside you, was a relief you didn’t know you needed. A striped tail, soft fur tickling against your skin, pushes your bra up, leaving the lace at your collarbone as your breasts were laid bare. The fur against your skin is warm, and a little ticklish.

You settle against the knot and Zoro leans you forward as you feel Kaku get on the bed with the two of you.

“We’re - the bed… the noise.” Your voice is shaking, dripping with need even before the tapered tip of Kaku’s cock pushes against your tight, well lubricated ass.

“No one will hear us, little sheath.” Zoro promises.

Kaku’s hands are on your shoulder, and Zoro helps him angle you until the giraffe is deep in your ass, his own knot pressing against you. They’re already grinning at the shivering twitches ravaging your body. You swear they delight in the anticipation more than the orgasms.

Kaku’s hands slip down your arms, gripping them just above your elbow and holding you off Zoro’s chest at and angle that was good for both of them. Zoro’s hands grip your tits, teasing your nipples between his fingers, hunger scrawled on his face. He twists them a little and when you cry out his tail pushes into your mouth.

It wasn’t the first time he’s gagged you this way, but it was always a surprise. Any concerns you had about the furry tail were pushed out of your mind as Kaku and Zoro begin to move inside you, pistoning in and out in perfect time with one another. Leaving you little room to do anything else but drown in the pleasure.

Zoro’s cock tickled your g-spot as Kaku pulled out, and Kaku hit some sweet spot in your ass as Zoro made room for him. Your moans are well-muffled, body shaking and curling in the grip of the two beasts who had laid claim to you. Ravenous and sweet, and insistent that it was you who had them in the palm of your hand.

As your body warmed and your vision went hazy, Zoro pulled his tail from your mouth, letting the rough, dribbling gasps of pleasure drip from your chin.

“Already too far gone, huh?” He grins and you can’t even argue.

“More,” you huff, body covered in sweat. “Please.”

“As though we would ever deny you, little filly.” Kaku responds, voice heavier than usual. You can feel his tongue against your back, licking against the shimmer of your skin and sending electricity through your muscles.

“Focus,” Zoro warns as they begin to pick up speed. “Breathe.” He commands as they race you to your high.

Tears prick your eyes as you practically pant from the assault. You can’t help squirming in their grasp, but nothing you can do is going to let you get away from the growing pleasure. Nothing you do will allow you to move enough to accidentally hurt yourself either.

It’s not just the impending orgasm, making your heart pound in your chest like the bass at a rave, it’s the knowledge that they’re going to fill you beyond anything anyone else could. Being knotted at the same time was intense, and you’d passed out the first time they did it, but nothing else could compare.

It was addicting. They were addicting. Addicting like air. Like water. Things you couldn’t live without. Core pieces of your very existence and life.

Something almost beyond love.

Their grips shift. Zoro holds your shoulders, and Kaku covers your mouth. The knots push into your body, the overwhelming stretch hurling you over the peak and driving the pleasure of orgasm into your bones. Your breath freezes in your lungs, and your body goes taut as steel. Your eyes roll back and you can feel thick, hot sperm fills your insides as the sensations stutter every response you have.

Soft fur brushes your nipples and you scream into Kaku’s hands, the gentle caress being enough to shatter the freeze in your overloaded body. His hands move enough you can gulp in big gasps of air, sobbing moans falling from your lips with each exhale, and shaky whimpers escorting air back into your lungs.

“There’s a good girl,” Zoro praises you. “Breathe.”

“How well you always take us,” Kaku adds, hugging your back to his chest as he and Zoro roll their hips and squeeze a few more soft babbling sounds of pleasure from your lips.

Holding onto Kaku’s arms, you regain enough of your senses to form the few important words you realize were missing from the start of the conversation. “Sleep,” you say in a shaky voice. “I meant room enough… to sleep.”

You can feel them both flinch.

“Oh.”

[maybe-limerence]

Torment

Yandere! Forest god x Underworld god! Gender neutral! Reader x Platonic! Yandere! ???

We be flipping the Persephone/Hades roles with this one boys

TW: force feeding (mention), yandere behavior

Authors note: yeah, I got a little carried away with this one lol. Also, happy first day of Halloweek!

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How long had it been since you were in the human world? Six.. seven.. maybe eight hundred years?

No matter, you had forgotten what the sun felt like beating on your face, what the grass felt like, what the flowers smelled like.

All of the things were so lovely it felt almost overwhelming.

You were wandering around the forest when you had cut your ankle slightly.

A rose bush.

The roses were slightly unnerving with how red they were, almost the color of fresh blood.

The more you looked at them, the more you became oblivious to your surroundings. You were never the most observant.

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A pair of green eyes watched your movements thoughtfully.

You had to have been some sort of god, or at least favored by one, to have been that beautiful.

The forest god who overlooked the woods you were in had never seen someone who looked like you in the span of time they ruled.

They had to get a closer look.

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A sudden breeze took up, ruffling your hair. The chill had you shivering.

You were too busy focusing on the cold that you neglected the fact the flower you were previously admiring had released a sweet smelling scent.

Your head began to spin, and a slight laugh echoed in your mind.

Your eyes began to shut as you fell on the grass, succumbing to the darkness of sleep.

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You awake with a start, shooting up. You were in a.. cottage? Slowly getting up, you walk to the closest window and look out.

You quickly realized the cottage was in a tree. A very very tall tree.

Backing away from the window, you rack your brain in hopes of finding a reason you were in a tree cottage.

“Oh, you’re awake!” A voice calls.

You whip your head to look at where the voice came from.

A being stood before you. Red curly hair, green eyes, pale skin. Pointed ears, tree branches as horns, fairy like wings.

A forest god.

“Um, hi? Who are you?” You ask, confused.

“My name is not important,” they reply.

“Oh, ok. I’m not sure how I got up here.. did you take me here?”

“Yes, I did,”

“Why?” You shoot the god a worried glance.

“I wanted to get to know you, more specifically what you are.”

You let out a sigh, though you’re not sure if it’s of relief or nervousness.

“I am a death god, and I really must get going. I have du—,”

“No!” They shout, branches glowing slightly, disturbing a bird that was on the window ledge.

“Wh-what?” You ask, scooting away slightly.

“No,” they say in much calmer voice.

“Why not?!” You ask.

“Because, I haven’t seen someone like you before,”

“But I have duties!”

“They can wait!” The god insist.

“I don’t want to worry my father! He’s the king of the underworld, and he gets worried easily,” you continue.

“Well, I’m keeping you, that’s final,” they say, forcefully.

You pout, trying to think of a way out of this. You were never the best at strategies.

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In the underworld, your father was growing anxious.

Pacing and chewing his nails, his closest adviser told him of your disappearance and who the believed to be the cause of it.

“A forest god?! What would a forest god want with my beloved child?!” You father yells.

“We-we don’t know sir,” the adviser says.

“I don’t care, just—“ your father drops to the floor. “— bring my child back to me,”

“We will sir.” The advisor leaves.

Your father rises from his knees, looking at the portrait of your late mother and you, when you were small.

“I can’t loose you too,”

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You’ve been stuck in that cottage for a while, looking at the window.

You could’ve climbed out of there, but you don’t want to fall

You may have a god for a father, but your mother was a low ranking deity. You aren’t sure if you’d survive if you fell and you don’t want your father to be sad.

“Dear, come and eat!” The god calls.

You still have yet to eat, and you were growing hungry, but your defiant nature pushed it down.

“I’m not hungry!” You call back.

Footsteps echo the cottage and you are met with a disappointed look.

“Dear, you haven’t eaten since you’ve been here, I know you’re lying. What’s bothering you?”

“I’m just not hungry.” You turn back to the window.

A sinister aura pierces through the air and pricks at your skin.

You’re nervous but you don’t look at the god.

“You either eat with me, or I force feed you. You pick.”

You whip your head to look at them, noticing how they’re inches away from you.

You back closer to the window, frightened by the expression they’re making.

“What’s your choice?”

“I—“

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A winged individual flies through the forest, decay and rot following.

They were the leader of the Thanoi, a group of gods and goddesses who led the souls of the dead to their destinations in the underworld.

This one, the leader Thanatos, had grown close with you. He had been there when your mother died, he played with you when your father couldn’t, he took care of you. You were like his child.

And he wouldn’t allow someone to take his child.

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“I—“

You continue to back away in fear, not accounting how close you were from the window ledge.

“What will it be?” The god asks.

“I’m truly not hun—“

“Oh Ophel~” a familiar voice calls.

Uncle Thanatos!

You take the moment of surprise to push past the god.. Ophel.. and run into your uncles arms.

“Heya kiddo!” Your uncle says, disregarding the god that is before them.

Snapping to their senses, they became enraged.

“What do you want, Thanatos?!” Ophel asks, pointedly.

“Well, the underworld hasn’t been as fun as it used to without the little heir running around!” Thanatos says with a cold smile “I’ve come to collect them!”

“No!” Ophel screeches.

“Well, you have no say in this, Αντίο!”

With that, you’re home.

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“Oh, my sweet child!” Your father calls, hugging you tightly.

“Hi papa!” You return the embrace.

You feel him shaking.

He’s crying. Don’t cry papa!

You give him a squeeze him softly.

“Please, don’t ever leave me again…” he whispers.

[lovingaquarius]

💐 ANOTHER ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS BY MOI 💐 #3 i believe?

‼️ DISCLAIMER this is completely based on my personal experiences and observations do not take what i say literally i am NOT a professional astrologer‼️

🌸 there’s something with aquarius suns and when upset just going silent. i can attest to this but i’ve seen this alot like if i’m upset at you and can’t leave the immediate vicinity i go MUTE like i can not conjure up the energy or tolerance to say anything. i’m absolutely the type when i’m upset to be on the FARTHEST side of the seat closest to the door cause i just wanna GET AWAY

🌺 maybe it’s bc cancer is ruled by the moon which is a feminine but all the cancer sun males i’ve known have been more feminine or in touch with their feminine and kind of “emotional” (not to cater towards the stereotype that all women are emotional! but we are inherently more emotionally intelligent) they seem to take it rlly personal if you don’t like them back as well. the type who could not be friends with an ex yk

🌼i feel like virgo and capricorn are the placements that like colder, dimly lit environments with a whole bunch of candles lit and blankets -also i feel like cap placements are the ones to be more winter people than summer or spring? lmk if this is resonates with you!!

🌹 maybe some can relate but me and my mercury ruled friend group all will make the most random noises out loud at the most random times. it’s therapeutic honestly 😩 we usually have a random word we’ll make up and keep adding on to it over time until it becomes our own little language LMAO

🌷 idk if this is a gem moon thing because we’re known to be sharers of random knowledge but istg all my friends and some of my family come to me for answers about virtually anything but esp about spirituality. they will literally expect me to have all the answers in the world. i’ve said i don’t know a couple times and ppl have been like “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS!!” LMAOO

🪻 can anyone with 6h neptune or maybe more specifically w piscean energy there (i have aqua sun, neptune in the 12 degree of pisces and than pisces uranus there as well ) have very vivid dreams to the point that you can’t figure out if some things that happened in your life were dreams or not+ frequently have dreams within dreams. i get deja vu at LEAST once a day or i think the correct term would be deja reve which means you feel as if you’ve dreamt that moment before. i’ve had dreams that became real but it’s never important things. for example: before i got my youngest cat i had a dream we got him a year earlier. and then just last week i had a dream that my washing machine started leaking and i ran in there and fell LMAO and then two days later my washing machine started leaking (and this has never happened before) thankfully this time i was careful and did not fall 😌

🌻 let me know if im alone in this but i think it’s kind of funny. i have 11h cancer saturn (rx) and i have all my life struggled with connecting with kids and have never really felt maternal but for my friends i suddenly morph into a whole mother, making sure they’re eating well and sleeping like HUH??

🪷 aries mars/aries 1h

-holding alot of tension in head ex: jaw, eyebrows, neck

^ also getting headaches after crying or getting angry+ have frequent headaches or some kind of headache disorder

a chiropractor could probably be useful for this placement. just ALWAYS be discerning when finding one, getting a good one you trust is essential.

+ face getting flushed easily

(my mom has aries in the 1h and i have aries mars and we both 1. cry when we’re mad, 2. face gets soo flushed from wine, and gets red fast when angry) like sometimes something will make me mad or annoyed and my face will flush and get so hot and red) -its also the same for when i get a LITTLE embarrassed which is NOT often it’s so annoying 🙄

💐 this is specific but as someone w a 7h pieces venus i attract a lot of men with venus in pisces for some reason and i finally get a taste of my own medicine bc they will project all their fantasies onto me and be like “i’m in love with you”…sir we have not had one conversation where you asked anything about me…

🌸 if you have ur moon in the 5h you may be a natural with kids or rlly want to be a mother/parent my mom has this and she is so unbelievably good with kids. all of her family would always drop their kids off at our house so she would take care of them and the PATIENCE SHE HAS WITH THEM?!? unreal. they will be having a whole tantrum and she’ll be holding them just joking around which either made them angrier or calm down but they always would come to respect her and listen. even if they are known to be bratty. they would send their naughty kids to our house and call it “angie boot camp” lmaoo

thank you for reading lmk in the comments if any of these resonate for you! until next time <3

[cerridwen007]

Retired Javier Shorts #1.

That time where you two spend the afternoon basking in the afternoon sun on the couch and Javi has to teach you a lesson for wiggling around so much.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 1K (18+) minors DNI

Notes warnings: SMUT, established relationship, teasing/dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, no use of y/n.

A/N: Here is a little something to hopefully tie y'all over while I continue working on Corruption of Innocence Part 2. Truefully I'm not as far as I would like to be or thought I would be writing it but I'm hopefully going to get it out by late next week. This is a new series I’m starting with little 1-2k shorts about retired Javier and reader and I've already got a handful of other stories planned/semi written out for this series that I’m also working on so expect some more of these to come in the near future. Also I plan on creating a Masterlist for my fics soon, as I know it's the best way for Y’all to be able to track down what fics I have so also expect that soon. Thank you as always for your love on my work and I hope you enjoy!

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It's a midweek afternoon, you and Javi are cuddled up on the couch basking in the warm afternoon sun fluttering in through the window. Exhausted after a long day working on the ranch. You are smiling so hard to yourself, wondering how you got so lucky to be here right now and thinking you wouldn't change it for the world. Javier sleeps behind you, his hot breath fanning your neck. You sigh happily and scoot back into him while trying to get even more comfy than you already are.

A few minutes pass by and you move again, trying to find another comfier position. This goes on a few times. After the fourth or fifth time you feel a hardening object pressing into your butt. You giggle to yourself knowing that you caused it. You move back into Javi this time purposefully trying to get him worked up enough that he wakes up and hopefully needs your help sorting out his ‘problem’. Suddenly Javi’s hand that was resting on your stomach grips and pulls you forcefully against him.

“Honey, are you purposefully trying to work me up, cause everytime you move around…” he growls playfully in your ear leaving a kiss below your ear.

You try to stifle your giggle. “No Javi, I don’t know what you're talking about.” You sarcastically say. “But I could help you with that problem if you want.” You tease, pushing your butt back further into Javier’s hard cock.

“Oh you sure are a teaser sweetheart, and you bet your sweet ass I'm going to take you up on that offer.”

You smirk pretending to get up from the couch. He stops you and pulls you firm against his flannel wearing chest.

“Ah ah ah cariño, don’t you know it’s rude to start things without intending on finishing them, don’t think you're getting out of this one easily.”

He caresses up and down your side, hooking his fingers in your pants and sliding them down. His lips leave soft, warm kisses on your neck. His palm circles the exposed skin of your ass, he smacks it quickly leaving a slight stinging sensation.

“I ought to teach you a lesson for getting me so worked up when I'm sleeping.” He whispers in your ear.

“Hmmm, what did you have in mind, Mr Peña?”

He chuckles, hand moving to the front of your hips, fingers dipping below your waistband. “How bout fucking you so hard on this here couch that you can’t wiggle round no more.” His fingers start circling your clit.

You let a quiet moan leave your lips. “That would..that would be a f..f.fair punishment.” you struggle to say, his hands working on your growing bundle of nerves.

He chuckles deeply. “I think so too, Mi amor.”

Before you can retort back, Javi has climbed on top of you and pushed you firmly into the couch by your hips. He leaves soft wet kisses on your mouth, cheeks and nose, you can’t help but smile lovingly at him as he does so. He then kisses down your neck as he pulls down your panties and pants below your knees. His hands make some room for himself, wiping up your dripping cunt.

“Fuck baby, you sure are excited about me punishing you.” he chuckles.

You kiss him on his Adam's apple hanging above you. “Anything I can get from you, punishment or not, makes me dripping wet, baby.”  A raspy moan escapes him, jaw clenched as you reach and grab his stiffness. Your eyes batting innocently as if you did nothing.

You bite your lips as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his pulsating cock. He rubs the head of his shaft through your glistening juices, and pushes the tip in. You both moan, grinning. He then begins to rock into you, slow and steady, inch by inch. Each small thrust makes the air catch in your throat. He begins to rock into you harder and faster. 

Your eyes roll back and your mouth opens wide, letting all the dirty sounds easily fall out. Javier smirks down at your arousal stricken face, eager to make it stay there as long as possible. He pulls on your thighs and adjusts them to clutch around his waist, the new, deeper angle provides you with even more pleasure as he reaches ‘that’ spot with each hard thrust. Javier moans along with you, feeling your climax nearing cunt flutter close around his veiny dick. 

“Oh..oh..g.god..jav..Javi!” you moan out. “Im so.sooo..close!”

He continues thrusting into you at a painstakingly pleasurable pace, his hands dipping down to rub your clit only adds to the overwhelming pleasure. Both of your whines turn into whimpers as you each simultaneously reach your high. He relentlessly continues to plunge into your dripping cunt, making you cry out and your legs shake.

“Fuck… Javi.”

“That’s right baby, scream out my name! The name of someone that makes you feel so good, who owns your pretty little pussy.”

He pulls out suddenly and pulls your drenched centre to meet his lips. He licks up every drop of your mixed juices that falls out of your aching hole. Your back arches up to his touch, so overstimulating yet addicting. He tenderly kisses and bites down gently on your throbbing clit. Your lips quiver, pleading, pathetic whines leaving them. He finally pulls away satisfied with your pleasure drunk state when your thighs squeeze his head firmly and your hand that holds his soft brown curls pushes him away. He crawls up to your panting chest and lets himself down softly. 

“What do you think, Cariño? Do you think that punishment was adequate for your behaviour?”

“I know I won’t be able to walk for the rest of the night, and my cunt will be aching for days.” You say both chuckling.

“Good. Think of it as a reminder of what happens when you tease me.” he taunts you.

You swallow excitedly knowing that you will very much tease him again, hoping for a similar punishment as soon as your trembling hole would allow it. You both sigh happily, your hands stroking his silky hair content. You and Javi’s eyelids soon flutter close again as the afternoon sun sets upon your conjoined bodies.

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[smallestapplin]

Would you like to do Subma’s (separate) and warden Ingo with a Vampire! S/O. Just like general headcannons of what it’s like to live with them.

Vampire s/o’s for the win!

Cw : there is mentions of blood drinking, and I go into a bit of detail about that, so if that’s not your thing please don’t read! Other than that it’s safe!

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Emmet

- he’s a little sad you can’t join him in the day time, and so he messes up his sleep schedule a lot just to spent extra time with you! Emmet is very clingy, even in his slumber where he clings to you like you’re his teddy bear.

- Though he jumps up and mutely squeals when you surprise him at work! Sure you maybe carrying an umbrella to hide from the sun, but you risked it just to see him!!! He’s dragging you to his office, closing the curtains, and smothering you with kisses!

- If he works overtime, you usually come to walk home with him, since the sun has gone down, you don’t mind tagging along. He of course, holds your hand and tells you briefly about his day, before kissing your cheek over, and over, and over again.

- Emmet knows he needs to get up early if he wants to get anything done before work, but he gets so comfy next to you, cuddling you, and you look so peaceful sleeping. Until he’s alarm goes off once, then twice, then three times, and you’re nearly hissing at him to go to work so you can actually sleep the daylight away. Cue fake monotoned offended gasp and him slowly falling out of bed because you don’t love him, it gets you to laugh and it earns him a light kiss before he leaves for work.

- He doesn’t mind letting you drink from him, in fact he likes it! You always make sure he’s okay with it, make him cozy, turn on a fun few hour long video for some background noise, and gently bite him, slowly feeding from him. Emmet always finds these moments close and pleasant, how it feels almost intimate when you two are snuggled up, and feels like you’re kissing him. It’s nice!

- You don’t drink from him very long, only enough to satisfy you and for him to feel slightly light headed. He’s always so giggly afterwards, and loves to kiss you, or nuzzle against you.

- Absolutely makes dumb vampire jokes, or the classic ‘I’ve come to suck your blood.’ While having the worlds fakest accent, he’s a little shit and loves the deadpanned expression you give him, or the pained smile, cause he knows he’s about to get it back.

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Ingo

- Ingo is very attentive, and always has your feeding days scheduled on his calendar, notes, and reminders just so he won’t forget. He knows you get your blood from ethical sources, and you can’t always drink from him, as his blood needs time to replenish, but he always keeps them scheduled.

- When you feed from him it’s romantic, candles lighting the room after a nice meal, soft music playing in the background as you pull him to your lap. Kissing him, before slowly kissing down his neck and making a small bite to lick from. Your comforting hold on him makes him feel secure and loved, it’s easily one of his favorite things.

- He never expects or hopes you visit him at work, as much as it would be cute, he stresses over you even getting the smallest amount of sun touching your skin. He doesn’t want you to burn.

- However, he does get shocked when you do, only for him to realize he’s stayed way passed hours, and you’ve come to retrieve him. He tries to apologize, but you just ask to have your beloved back home, and it usually ends with you two walking home, enjoying the cool air of the night.

- Ingo has a hard time ruining his sleep schedule, even when he works late he’ll still wake up at the same time, so you take whatever time you can get with him. As a result, when it’s his day off, he waits until the sun goes down and takes you on a lovely date around town, or even a picnic! He loves just being able to treat you and pamper you.

- Sometimes, if you two are watching a movie with vampires in it, he will ask you questions and wants to know the history, or even if just what they are saying is accurate or not. He gets so excited, if vampire history will be something he’s extremely passionate and knowledgeable in, as it’s a way for him to be closer to you.

- Ingo is very sweet and loving, but honestly he can be a pain for a vampire. He wakes up with the sun for work, makes coffee, a light breakfast, showers, gets dressed, then leaves after kissing your forehead, all of this would be fine, if you had not just started dozing off when his alarm went off. Of course you know you can’t do anything about that, but it just gets mildly annoying every work day. He tries so hard to be quiet, but he fails every time and then tries to whisper an apology, but he doesn’t even know how to whisper. But he does make up for it on his days off.

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Warden Ingo

- Meeting you was an experience he could never forget, it felt too familiar, and just felt right. So he stuck beside you, even if you couldn’t join him in the day, it was so secret you’d join him at night. The other wardens and clan leaders know you, and have met you, even if they do question why you are never seen when the sun is out.

- Warden Ingo is quite protective of you, and refuses to tell anyone your secret, you trusted him to know, and he refuses to break your trust! He doesn’t want to be alone again. But he adores when you join him on late night walks around the highlands when he’s doing the last of his patrol, or when he can’t sleep.

- Unlike the other two, he can’t get enough of you feeding from him, and you often have to put your foot down and tell him you’re done. You don’t want to risk drinking him dry, but he looks so hurt when you do, even if he understands and always apologizes afterwards. It’s just when you hold him so lovingly, keeping him close and comfort, with your lips pressing firmly against his wrist or neck, before tenderly biting and sucking on the wound. It makes his mind go into overdrive, like he’s been here before, but it’s too blurry and too many things are being thought of at once! If you just keep going he might remember more!

- You’re not mad at him for this, understanding that he just wants to remember who he use to be. You always whisper your love for him afterwards, letting him rest and sleep against you as he grows tired.

- As stated most villagers only see you at night, and occasionally see you and Ingo on dates at these times too! You’re well liked to those you have met, even Akari and Rei have somewhat adopted you as one of their guardians, since Ingo is like their uncle. They are stunned at the strength and speed you hold, it’s stuff of legends! And they can’t help but blabber away about how cool you are. Though it does make some people suspicious of you.

- Warden Ingo defends your honor and your name with a stern voice, once that shakes even Melli to the bone with how fiercely he protects your name.

- But most of all, the Warden loves coming back to his yurt to you, looking like you hadn’t been awake very long, making dinner for him. His heart melting at that soft ‘welcome home.’ You give him with a yawn, your fangs peeking from your lips.

- His memories will come back when they wish to, for now he will enjoy his moments with his beloved.

- Much like his Unovan counterpart, he wakes up with the sun, but unlike him, Warden Ingo actually knows up to get up from your shared bed without making a sound. The only way you know he’s gone is when you slowly start to wake up from the warmth slowly fading from his spot. He’s just about to put his shoes on when you let out a muffled “Ingo?” And like that he’s rushing back to you, apologizing for waking you, but kissing you on your forehead, cheek, and lips if you’re awake enough, before promising he’ll be back shortly after making his rounds.

[apollo-likes-writing]

Febuwhump day five: Rope burns

Characters: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish.

Fandom: Call of Duty

Summary: After a rough week at the hands of the destructive Makarov, Soap has some wounds to show for it.

Word count: 686.

Tags: Whump, injury, burns, mentions of torture, mentions of kidnapping.

Authors note: This is a little shorter than my other ones but I like it regardless. I am VERY tired right now so this will be posted to my ao3 and connected to the rest of the prompts tomorrow morning. This is unedited so expect mistakes.

@febuwhump

That was not how Soap was expecting his week to go. 

This was not how Soap was expecting his week to end. 

He’s finally been rescued. After what felt like months (but was actually only six days), the 141 got a hit on his location and retrieved him easily. The SAS do specialise in hostage situations, after all. 

It’s a bit embarrassing to admit that Soap was pretty useless during his rescue. There’s no shame in it – the rest of the team have made that obvious ever since Johnny returned – but he cannot help but feel the pool of shame sloshing around his gut at how he practically let himself get taken. The others deny it, but the fact remains that he basically strolled into Makarov’s ambush screaming his presence at the top of his lungs with a giant neon sign pointed at his head that read, “Johnny MacTavish woz ‘ere.” 

He was tied up when they found him, covered in bruises and crying from the strain of it all. There is no shame in that either. When they undid the ropes that bound him, Johnny could not stop shaking. He’s shaken up even after all this happened, but since he’s come back, he has not spared his injured wrists and ankles a single look. He’s too afraid of what lies under his sleeves for him to dare. 

Until now. 

He’s in the shared bathroom in the men’s accommodation at base. It’s large, with about thirty cubicles lining one wall side-by-side and thirty sinks with mirrors on the other. Soap now stands in front of one of these mirrors after finishing his nightly routine before he goes to sleep on the piss-resistant green sponges the military call beds. His arms are still in intense pain, every movement of his body causing searing pain to shoot up his spine. He plucks up the courage to roll back his sleeves. His injuries look just as bad as they feel. 

Two rings of raw red skin wrap around his wrists like limpets. The aggravated skin is blistered and shiny and boiling to the touch. Soap can’t help but hiss in pain with the action. It’s been two days. He needs to clean it, or the burn will get infected, which opens an entirely different can of beans for him to sort out. He glances at the taps that sit on the white ceramic of the sink and the pink bottle of mango zest and passion fruit soap that was placed previously by its previous owner and forgotten about (Cleaning products don’t exist here. If you want soap – the item, not the person – you better get it yourself). No, he thinks. No soap. He chuckles to himself at the irony and reaches for the cold-water tap, turning it on. Icy water shoots out the metal, and Soap can’t help but dread the idea of putting his arm under there. He braces his arm against the side of the basin and bites his lip in preparation before he thrusts his arm under the freezing stream of water. 

When he does, he can almost hear his skin sizzling in the water. A searing agony dances up his nerves and Soap lets out a pathetic, pained noise that escapes his throat. Almost as soon as he puts his arm in the sink, he yanks it back out again, hissing in pain at it like an angry cat. 

Still, he must continue. He can’t simply not clean his wounds. An infected burn is horrendous to treat, and Johnny cannot be bothered to deal with the worry-wort combat medics who whitter over everything under the sun. He instead puts his hand under the water, gritting his teeth in pain. He removes his hand again, but this time after a longer stretch of time. He keeps doing it – in out, in out – until he eventually grows accustomed to the pain and just holds his arm under the stream of water for another twenty minutes. 

Now for the second arm. Soap thinks he might need a cloth to bite down on while he does it this time. 

-

AO3

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Tags: @fiestynatureweeb @nalleanna @airwolf92 @art3misa635 @sleepisfortheweakpooh

Chapter 20: It is the Curse

The two of you fell asleep in the truck bed, Ace snuggled against your back after asking if he could. When you woke up the next morning you were snuggled against his back. There was morning dew on the rim of the truck bed, but none down in the actual bed with the two of you. Body heat might have been enough to keep it dry, but you imagined it had more to do with how fire favored both of you.

The sun was up enough that you could easily see. Another hour or so and it would crest the tree line and spill into the truck bed more. The quiet of the morning was almost as calming as the star-filled skies had been the night before. Moving slowly, you sit up and stretch. The morning air is cool, full of the scents of grass and wood, amplified by the dew you’re sure.

You consider briefly trying to make something for breakfast before Ace wakes up, but you’ve never cooked anything of note on a campfire, and unless you can sort out how to control your curse, you don’t even know how to start a campfire. Certainly not first thing in the morning when the entire world is wet with dew.

Looking over you’re considering how best to wake him up, when you realize you just want to watch him sleep. His hair’s soft against his freckled face, and the slow steady movement of his breathing is a little mesmerizing. You can feel heat radiating off him now that you’ve moved away and cooled off yourself. It’s easy to picture all three of them piled together during the winter, making use of Ace’s naturally occurring heat.

“How long are you gonna stare?” Ace mumbles, opening one sleepy eye and looking over at you, sly smirk on his lips.

“An hour at least,” you tease. “Go back to sleep.”

He rolls over, curling around you and draping his arm over your lap. “Lay back down and nap with me.”

“I can’t stare that way,” you say the word playfully, putting your hand over his.

“I can think of better things to do than stare at me,” he says, face nuzzling into the small of your back.

“But you’re cute when you’re sleeping.”

Ace makes a noise and you can picture the unamused look on his face.

“Adorable.” You add, laughing as his arms tighten around you. “Cute as a button!” you declare just before you yelp when Ace pulls you down onto the bedding. He’s over you for a moment, pouting down at you.

There’s something in his eyes, scanning your face for something for a long moment. You can feel the blood rushing to your face.

“Sn-snuggle me, or kiss me,” you put your hands over your face. “But don’t keep staring like that.”

Warm hands slip around your wrists, gently moving them away from your face. The sure smile on Ace’s lips doesn’t calm the pace of your heart, especially not as he pins your wrists to the bed and leans down.

“Cute.” He muses, leaning closer slowly.

“You… You’re a menace.” You pout, looking away as he closes in.

“I could just stare at you for an hour.” He threatens, sweet smirk across his face.

“You were sleeping,” you whine, closing your eyes.

“You could just keep your eyes closed.”

“It’s not the same and you know it.”

“Palomita,” It’s not just what he says, but how close he is when he says it that causes your eyes to open and meet his. You can see the fire in his eyes shift to something more mellow before he leans down and kisses you softly.

He moves your wrists, shifting to his elbows as he presses soft kisses onto your lips. Soft smiles between each kiss, he puts your hands on his shoulders before leaning in and kissing you deeper. His hands slip under your shoulders, warm and steady. He gives you another soft kiss before falling backward and pulling you up in a smooth motion.

Those warm hands hold you in place as you lean down and give him soft kisses in return.

“We need to get breakfast.” He says, pulling you closer and urging you to rest your head on his shoulder.

“This feels less like getting breakfast, and more like angling for a nap.”

“Every good breakfast starts with a nap.”

“We just got done sleeping.” You laugh.

“Exactly, the bed’s still warm, perfect time for a nap.”

“We need to eat.”

“We won’t starve in another couple hours.”

Sighing, you resign yourself to a small nap at the very least, letting yourself relax against Ace. After a moment you realize you can hear his heart beating, and shift a little to be able to hear it better. The soft rise and fall of his chest, and the loud thump of his heart, along with his natural warmth, lull you off into a light doze.

You’re certain you’ve dozed for hardly more than twenty minutes, but eventually you lift your head and look at Ace. He smiles before cracking open an eye and looking back at you.

The smile on your face falters a little. “We should head back today.”

Ace sighs, leaning up enough to kiss your forehead before laying back down. “You’ve got to meet with that royal fart tomorrow, don’t you?”

You bite back a laugh and nod. “I was hoping I could talk to Sanji first. Saturday night’s probably a bad time to try and speak with him.”

“After hours we could though. Luffy and his friends usually go there until close and then help clean up and close so everyone can go home earlier.” He explains. “We can grab breakfast, nap in the afternoon, and head over around one in the morning and it’ll work out.”

“You’re really gunning for those naps.” You grin.

Ace’s face flushes a little. “I… slept really well last night. Better than I have in years.”

Ace’s embarrassment becomes your embarrassment quickly, and you squirm out from his grasp.

“Breakfast!” You declare, moving to the tail end of the bed and grabbing your shoes.

“Ah, wait!” Ace calls out, sitting up and scrambling over to where you are. “Let me check your shoes for you.”

“Check… my shoes?” You ask, handing them over despite your confusion.

“For bugs.” He answers, attention on your shoes. “We’re up in the cab, so there shouldn’t be any. The real issue is when you’re camping without the tent in sleeping bags in the grass.” He assures you. “But I didn’t want you to put your foot in and get a nasty surprise.”

“I appreciate that.” You murmur, looking around the truck bed as Ace hands you your shoes. He laughs, ruffling your hair.

“I’ll protect you little luz.” He promises. “Like I said, up in the truck should be fine.”

“It’s… it’s not a fear, fear.” You insist, pulling your socks and shoes on. “But I’ve never been outside much. I’ve not seen many, and I don’t know which ones are safe.”

“Most of ‘em are safe.” He assures you, pulling on his own boots after checking them. “Most of them will scatter the second they realize they’ve bumbled into a human, and only a few are even aggressive.”

“That’s a relief.”

“If you get bit though, let someone know.” He continues. “Sometimes people have allergic reactions, and sometimes there’s ways to make it go away faster.” He opens the tail gate and hops onto the grass. “No sense in suffering when you don’t hafta.”

“I bet Luffy would be willing to teach me.”

Ace laughs. “You do not want to learn about bugs from Lu.” He warns, offering a hand and helping you down. “He knows a lot about them, yeah, but you’re going to get a very practical, hands on lesson, and maybe we should ease you into that.”

“Books first.” You offer, smiling sheepishly.

“Books first.” Ace agrees.

He gets the campfire going, and breakfast, while you pack up the things you can, tidying up what could be tidied. The two of you plan out the day in a little more detail, and Ace sends Luffy some texts to get him to reach out to Sanji to start coordinating things for that night.

Luffy pouts about being left out of the camping, and Ace convinces you to pose for some selfies, showing off your breakfast and the campfire in the mid-morning light. The teasing poses turned into making funny faces into the camera, which derailed into giggle-fits, and Ace just taking pictures of you, the sound of the phone’s “shutter” making you aware of how often he was clicking it.

Trying to get him to stop turned into exchanging kisses, soft threats of stealing his phone to erase the awful photos, and sweet promises that he would just take more pictures. Breakfast, and Luffy, were forgotten for a moment before the impromptu make out session is interrupted by return texts from Luffy letting you both know he had gotten everything sorted with Sanji.

Once you finished breakfast and got everything packed, you stepped out in the middle of the field and just let the sun wash over you. Ace stood by quietly, letting you take the moment. The sun was up high enough the grass was still cool, but the dew was nearly gone. In another hour it would be a proper early summer morning, and hot by the afternoon.

“You want to try, before we leave?” Ace questions when a small sigh escapes you. You look over at him and tilt your head as he takes a few steps back. “There’s not going to be anyone around, even though the sun’s up, so long as you don’t go flying around, no one’s going to see you in this field. You can try to go bigger if you want.”

“… Is it always so hard to hold in?” You question, and Ace gives you a very small nod.

“It gets easier.” He promises. “It’s like finding a balance with it and yourself. But, I think they have their own will, you know? Sometimes the trick is learning how to acknowledge that without causing yourself problems.”

Looking around, he looks back toward you, taking another couple steps back. “Want to see how big I can get?”

You almost choke. “As long as you’re talking about your fire!”

He laughs. “I am, I am!” Taking another step back, Ace stands up on top of the fire pit, putting an arm high over his head. “I’m going to send it away quick, but I should be able to do this safely. Stay back pajarito.”

You step back at the words, and watch as Ace’s hand turns to fire, and that fire builds, and builds. Flame licks from his arms and hair, as the sphere over his head grows larger and larger. There’s nothing feeding the fire except Ace’s will and curse, but in a few short minutes there’s nearly a small sun’s worth of flames rotating slowly above him.

His flames have always been beautiful to you, and ensorcelled within them, his body flickering along with the fire, he is even more beautiful to you. Him and his flames are mesmerizing, and enticing, and some part of you is painfully, willfully pulled in by them. You take a step closer without realizing it. Ace’s focus is on the flames, and the area around him, being sure that he’s not setting the field ablaze.

Once he notices how you’re looking at the sphere of flames, he releases it. Before he can ask anything, before you can think, your body shifts and you turn into the white-feathered bird that you still don’t understand, flying straight into the rolling inferno.

There was nothing unnatural about your course of action. Nothing that made you question the desires of the curse within your veins. Fire is beautiful. It is life. It is your love, and your lover, and there is no reason for you to doubt it. Within the flames and fire you are safe, within them you are empowered, within them, you are unstoppable.

Ace’s flames burn your feathers to ash. The heat is impossible against your lungs and cruel against your skin when the feathers give way. The rationale part of your mind laments your demise, an end at your own hands no less. One that no one, not even you, will understand. One that you’ll never be able to explain.

But as the small pin feathers turn to dust against your skin, the heat lessens. You breathe in the flames and feel your body igniting with energy. The searing flames are soothing, like spice and glass turned from shards to liquid sugar. Time slows, the world halts as you’re given time to process the changes.

You can see yourself in the flames. A form of your body rolling in the mix of ash and warmth. Your curse, given shape, you think. It is shaped like your bird form, and cannot be Ace, and you don’t yet see yourself as anything other than you, but some part of it is. For there’s no true divide between you and your curse.

Its wings spread wide, and cries out in the torrent of fire and heat. The sun is home, the sun is life, the sun is renewal. It is your friend, and ever so are flames from within and without.

You spread your wings wide along with it.

The motion was easy, but the effect was huge. Your body was easily the size of Ace’s truck, and the act of your twelve meter wingspan cutting through the air was enough to break the flames around you, scattering them to the winds as you stretched wide as you could.

Ace was dumbfounded. Eyes wide and jaw slack, tears dried on his face as his breath hitched in surprise. You’d flown into his fire and for a second, a dreadful, painful, terrible, undefinable second, all he could think was that his curse had hurt you too.

Had consumed you.

But here you were. At least five meters in height with wings so large the wind from your one simple movement nearly forced him a step back.

You wanted to know if you could get bigger, and the answer was a resounding yes.

[mel-berii]

'cause my love is mine, all mine

ranpoe new year's fluff; 2.9k this is very rushed I'm sorry!

Sometimes, Edgar wonders what the critical moment was that led him onto this path.

He could easily pin it on his battle of wits with Ranpo six years prior–but it of course would have to be the event that eventually led him to that. But in reality, even if he thought about it for hours and hours, he’d find that there were so many tiny decisions that led to this precise moment: the things that led him to going to Japan in the first place, the things that led him to joining the Guild, the things that led him to meeting Fitzgerald (although, that really was pure chance. He could probably chalk it all up to chance, really).

But whatever the reason, he supposes that winter in Yokohama beats winter in Boston. Those six years prior, he only spent a very short time in Japan, and that was in the spring, when the sakura trees were blooming and he was sneezing every fifteen seconds or so (which he did not enjoy in the slightest, thank you very much).

But now, he’s spent the past summer, autumn, and now winter in Yokohama. Yokohama, with its proximity to the ocean, isn’t prone to snow and ice, but there’s a definite chill in the air. It’s milder than back home, but Edgar is prone to chills regardless of the weather, so it makes little difference to him–but it gives Ranpo the perfect excuse to curl up against him as his own personal heater.

Such as right now.

“Ranpo, my dear,” Edgar says, twirling around locks of Ranpo’s hair in his slender fingers. “We really should get up. We have things to do.”

Edgar can only hope to God Ranpo hasn’t figured out his plans with Ultra Deduction just yet. He’d sworn Yosano to secrecy about it, but Yosano could probably be pried open with just the right amount of prodding–which is definitely not convenient, given the party Ranpo is expected to attend this afternoon.

Ranpo whines, not unlike a child. “It’s too warm. Don’t wanna get up.”

“Dearest, I’m afraid we must. Yosano-san is hosting a New Year’s party, is she not?”

“Ugh, she’s gonna be hammered by the time we get there,” Ranpo groans, burying his face in Poe’s chest. “She’s a wild ride when she’s drunk.”

“I think you are exaggerating. I doubt Yosano would day-drink.” (Despite his claim, he shudders at the thought.) “And it would upset her greatly if you didn’t make an appearance.”

“But I wanna stay with you.” Ranpo looks up at Edgar, pouting. “Y’know it gets loud in there.”

Edgar frowns a bit. He does know that very well, unfortunately–he too is often a victim of noises too loud and lights too bright. 

“I know, my dear.” He strokes Ranpo’s hair a bit. “We could bring your headphones, if you wish.”

“They make me look weird.”

“They most certainly don’t.”

“Yes, they do. They’re bulky.”

“Then I could bring earbuds for you. Would that be alright?”

Ranpo is quiet for a moment, before he presses his face back against Edgar’s chest. Edgar can feel his breath against his skin.

“Okay,” he mumbles. “What about you, though? You’ll start panicking the second we walk in there.”

“You need not worry about me.”

“I kinda have to. You’re like a rubber ball of anxiety.”

Well. Edgar can’t really refute that. If it were up to him, he would stay home with Karl for the duration of the event, and read quietly until Ranpo’s return.

But Ranpo, damn him, has been trying to get him to go out more often–something about getting him some sun (despite the general cloudiness and gloom of December). Although, deep down, Edgar does appreciate the effort Ranpo puts in to look out for his health.

“I know,” he says after a moment. “But I did promise to accompany you if you went.” 

Ranpo hums. He can’t argue with the possibility of Edgar actually getting some Vitamin D.

“Alright, alright, fine,” Ranpo groans. He rolls off of  Edgar and sits upright, running a hand through his hair and blinking the sleep away from his eyes. Edgar follows suit and sits up as well.

God, Ranpo is so beautiful.

Ranpo hopes out of bed and reaches for a shirt that was thrown onto a chair the night prior. Edgar, like a sensible man, stands on the other side of the bed and pulls open his dresser (it still baffles him a bit that Ranpo let him have one of the drawers in his dresser, although he’s certain it’s only so Ranpo has an ample supply of clothes of Poe’s to steal). He pulls out a still-ironed dress shirt and pulls it over his head.

Ranpo’s room is the cleanest it's ever been, Edgar notes–Ranpo is not someone who cleans up after his messes very well. But the night before, it barely even looked like his apartment, with no full sinks or dusty corners to be found. Ranpo said something about it, but Edgar was a bit too tired to remember–“bad luck” or something along those lines.

A hand suddenly touches the top of his head, patting it. “You should brush your hair a bit,” Ranpo comments.

Edgar’s cheeks flush a tad. “Ah. Um–thank you, dear. You’re probably right.”

“I’m always right.” Ranpo beams. “I’ll feed Karl and we’ll be on our way!”

The sun is less blinding than Ranpo’s smile, but Edgar can’t find it in himself to look away. He nods in acknowledgement, and sets to get himself ready as well.

...

It’s… better than Edgar thought it would be.

There’s music playing quite loudly from a speaker in the corner, yes, but it’s on the other side of the room from where Edgar stands, lingering awkwardly around the entrance.

At least, he lingers until Edgar grabs him by the arm and yanks him forward, a big grin on his face.

“C’mon! They all missed you!”

Edgar looks around the room, confused. How could Ranpo’s coworkers have possibly missed him? He’s a bit surprised they remember his existence, in all honesty–but the Armed Detective Agency has surprised him more than once.

Yosano grabs his other hand. She’s beaming, and there’s a glass of wine in her free hand.

“It’s been forever! Ranpo talks about you non-stop, it’s insane.”

Edgar blinks. His eyes gravitate towards Ranpo, who has let go of his hand and moved towards Fukuzawa. They’re talking about something in Japanese too fast for him to understand very well.

He looks back at Yosano. “He… he does?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Yosano lets go of his hand and takes a sip of her wine. “He’s always like, Poe-kun this, Poe-kun that, yada yada yada.” She laughs. “I can’t believe you don’t come up here more often!”

“Well… I felt as though it was inappropriate…”

“Inappropriate?” Yosano waves her hand, dismissing the notion. “Nah. That Port Mafia executive comes up here all the time because of Dazai-san–we’ve all kinda just accepted it. I doubt even Kunikida would bat an eye at your presence.”

“The… Port Mafia executive? The one with the red hair?”

“Yes, yes, that one–Chuuya, I think his name is.” Yosano takes another sip. “If I’m gonna be honest–I’m a tad tipsy and I don’t entirely remember.”

“...ah.”

Edgar looks around the room again. He can see Atsushi and Kyouka sipping what is either champagne or some sort of sparkling water or juice, and Dazai speaking on his phone; whoever he’s talking to is so loud that he can hear them from where he stands.

“...going to your shitty banquet! I got enough on my plate already!” the person on the phone screams.

Edgar tries to filter any more of that conversation out of his mind, and looks back to Yosano. He swallows.

“You… are not mad about when I trapped you in my novel, are you?”

“Oh, please, that was months ago,” Yosano answers. “Ranpo forgives you and I honestly can’t care that much.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I mean, I did die, technically, but it’s no big deal.” Yosano smiles. “Now–” she takes Edgar’s hand, “you’re probably starving. We got plenty of good food.”

She’s right. There’s seafood and baked goods on a cleared-off desk, organized in neat little plates. It would be appetizing if Edgar ever really had an appetite at all. (That’s a strange difference between himself and Ranpo that he’s noticed–but he tries to pay no mind to it. Ranpo, thankfully, isn’t the type of person to force food down his throat, unlike… other people.)

“I’m afraid I’m not all that hungry,” Edgar answers, trying his best to sound polite. “I think I will eat later, if I do find myself so.”

“Huh. Okay, then. Suit yourself. Stuff’s good, though; it’s worth a try.” Yosano shrugs and takes another sip from her wine, before walking off, probably to gossip with another coworker.

Edgar doesn’t talk to Ranpo’s coworkers all that much in the next hour or so. He does get a few greetings–the first coming from Atsushi.

“Hope you have a good year, Poe-san,” he says with a soft smile. Kyouka, who is next to him, nods in agreement with him.

Poe, who was in the middle of feeding Karl some crumbs of a cookie, jumps a bit, not hearing them come. He looks at them and nods in return. “A-ah. Yes. I hope you do as well, Atsushi. And…?”

“Kyouka,” Kyouka answers in a soft voice.

“Kyouka.” Edgar smiles, hoping it looks genuine and not weirdly forced. “I wish the best for you both.”

They walk off talking together, leaving Edgar be, which he is highly grateful for. The sinking feeling that often accompanies him is surprisingly gone today. It’s strange. Of course, he is still quite anxious, but the sense of impending doom is quite different in his mind–and for now, it’s gone.

At least, until he senses a presence behind him. He doesn’t hear any footsteps, but he can feel a pair of eyes staring down at him, and he has to force himself to turn around.

It’s Fukuzawa.

Fuck.

Edgar dumps the remnants of his cookie into a trash can, and looks up at him, his back straightening. “Mister Fukuzawa?”

“Poe-san.” Fukuzawa exhales through his nose. “I am aware of your… connection with Ranpo.”

Oh, no. Edgar can only assume the worst. He disapproves, he despites Edgar and wants him to leave the Agency building immedia–

“And I would like you to be aware that I am alright with that.”

Edgar has to keep his mouth from falling open. Huh?

“Ranpo doesn’t get along with people very often,” Fukuzawa continues. His voice is a bit soft, as if hoping to not attract the attention of the others. “He has good relationships with the Agency, but you are… different.”

Edgar’s shoulders scrunch up a bit. “Y-yes,” he affirms.

“And I am glad that Ranpo has found somebody to open up to.” Fukuzawa reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, and Edgar tenses up. But can see the hint of a smile–or maybe that’s just his imagination. “Take care, Poe-san.”

Edgar nods, almost frantically. “Y-yes, sir. I will.”

Fukuzawa nods to him, and pulls his hand away. He walks away, and even though Edgar is concentrating on him now, he still can’t hear his feet. It’s almost creepy.

A few moments pass and Ranpo comes bounding up to him. He’s holding two plastic bags, with images of penguins and snowmen on them, stuffed full with baked goods.

“Haruno made cookies for everyone to take home!”

Edgar stares at the bags. “You… took two?”

“Yeah.” Ranpo frowns a bit. He shoves one of the bags into Edgar’s hands. “She made enough for everyone. That includes you.”

“...oh.”

“Now, we’ve been here a while, so I think we can slip out unnoticed, if ya want. Dazai-san managed to get Chuuya to come here, so that’s more than enough of a distraction.”

“Do you wish to leave?” Edgar asked. “You seemed unbothered by the…” He tries to think of the word in Japanese. “Sensory input.”

“Honestly? I’m fine.” Ranpo shrugs. “I figured you’d wanna leave, though.”

“Well…” Edgar looks at the bag in his hands. That anxiety still nags at him–but something has changed. He can’t put his finger on it or a name to it, but something has shifted.

But maybe he shouldn’t push his luck.

“I suppose now is as good of a time as any.” He looks up at Ranpo. “But please, give Haruno-san my thanks.”

“Will do.” Ranpo takes his hand. “When I come back to work.”

He pulls Edgar back towards the entrance, and waves goodbye to Yosano. Edgar glances back at the scene before him–he can see Dazai and Chuuya bickering in a corner, and Kunikida with a little girl surely no older than eleven, happily chatting. Fukuzawa is sneaking another cookie from the table of food.

He looks back at Ranpo and follows him out.

As soon as they reach the elevator, Ranpo turns to him with an all-knowing smile. “So… you wanna do anything?”

Ah. Ranpo’s got him figured out.

“Well…” Edgar trails off. “I was hoping we could… go out tonight? I heard there would be fireworks–if you’d be alright with that, of course.”

“Fireworks, huh?” Ranpo steps into the elevator, and Edgar follows. “Didn’t think you’d be into that.”

“Well, I thought it would be… nice. Something we could do together.”

“Aww, you’re acting all romantic! It’s adorable.”

Edgar’s eyes widen and he begins to stutter. “I–well–”

Ranpo breaks into laughter. “Yes, Ed, we can go see the fireworks. I’d love to.”

Edgar lets out a slightly shaky sigh. “T-thank you, dear.”

Ranpo takes his hand as the elevator dings, signaling they’ve reached the ground floor. “You know what? I know just the place to go.”

...

It’s night. It’s been night for a while.

The stars are invisible underneath the light pollution of the city–which is a shame. Edgar wouldn’t mind stargazing with Ranpo, although it doesn’t seem like either of them to be particularly interested in that.

It’s also cold. 

Edgar breathes on his hands–he, like an idiot, neglected to bring gloves. But Ranpo takes one of his hands.

“God, you’re always so cold!” Ranpo comments. “Your hands are freezing!”

“I suppose it’s my fault for forgetting my gloves,” Edgar says, sighing.

Ranpo shuffles closer to him, and grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. For a second, Edgar freezes up, but then he relaxes once again.

Ranpo huffs. “What time is it?”

“That’s the third time you’ve asked in the last ten minutes, Ranpo,” Edgar answers, but he pulls out his phone anyways and turns on the screen. “11:57.”

“Ugh, time always moves so slowly when you don’t want it to.” Ranpo leans against Edgar, staring up at the sky. “I just want the fireworks to start already.”

“I know.” Edgar’s head tilts to the side, resting against Ranpo’s. “But there’s only two minutes left.”

It goes quiet for a moment. There are other people on the pier, talking amongst themselves, but to Edgar it’s all white noise. The seconds slowly tick by, and he can feel Ranpo growing antsy with the way he squeezes Edgar’s hand.

“Why… do you like me?” Edgar asks in a quiet voice.

He can almost hear Ranpo roll his eyes. “God, you are so stupid sometimes.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Ranpo pulls away from him. “I like you because you’re you. You, with all your social awkwardness and low-key obsessiveness. You’re devoted to what you want.” He grabs Edgar’s hand again, and stands on the tips of his toes so that they’re eye-level. “I like that in a man.”

“...ten, nine…!”

“But–you are you,” Edgar retorts. “I am me.”

“...six, five!”

“Exactly.” Ranpo leans in. “I love you, Ed.”

“two, one!”

It’s like a scene out of a corny American romance movie. Ranpo closes the gap and wraps his arms around Edgar’s shoulders, pulling him down a bit as his feet flatten. Ranpo’s lips are soft and taste like the cotton candy chapstick he carries around (which to a normal person would probably be disgusting, but it’s so wonderfully Ranpo that Edgar couldn’t possibly care less about that strange artificial flavor).

Ranpo pulls away. Edgar’s cheeks are a light shade of pink.

“I…” Edgar swallows, although his mouth is a bit dry. “I love you too, Ranpo.”

“Then kiss me like you mean it, dummy!” Ranpo grabs him by the collar and pulls him in for a second kiss. Edgar’s hand holds Ranpo’s face, and his free hand takes Ranpo’s.

The firework display goes completely ignored.

...

Dawn comes and Ranpo and Edgar are eating mochi. They’re sitting on the roof of the Agency building, having sneaked up there via the fire escape.

“So,” Ranpo asks with his mouth full of mochi, “when are you going back to America?”

Edgar is quiet for a moment. He looks down at the plastic container of food sitting between them, seemingly lost in thought. His visa expires in two weeks.

But… he could probably ask Francis to pull a few strings.

“I can stay for longer,” he finally answers. “If you’d have me.”

Ranpo’s eyes widen a bit, and Edgar can see the beginnings of a smile on his face. “For how long?”

“As long as you want, my dear Ranpo.”

Ranpo launches forward and wraps himself around Edgar in a tight embrace, forcing Edgar to fall backwards onto the pavement. Ranpo is almost vibrating with excitement.

“Yes, yes, as long as you can!” he says gleefully.

Edgar lets out a breath of relief. He stares up at the cloudless sky, a dark slate to orange gradient. It’s beautiful.

Almost as beautiful as Ranpo.

His hand rests on Ranpo’s back. “Then I shall see that it’s done.”