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kedsandtubesocks · 1 day ago

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cosmic love

Marcus Acacius x F!Reader x Marcus Pike

summary: a missing statue, a handsome ancient roman general, an equally handsome museum visitor - and you caught in the magical (and wonderful) mess of it all

tags & warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, MAJOR GLADIATOR 2 SPOILERS. time travel AU, magic elements, pining & yearning, fluff but with touches of angst, implied age gap (Acacius being older than both reader & Marcus), light use of gendered language, bi!Marcus Acacius & bi!Marcus Pike, brief mention of death & existential questioning, spicy themes, smut (threesome, m!oral, one moment of spitting) M/M/F & M/M dynamics, polyamorous exploration that leads to eventual poly relationship, no use of y/n

word count: 7.5k

a/n: I’m sorry I blame the gladiator statue pics we got & yeah now here we are lmao, this fic literally wouldn’t be here without @pedgito & @perotovar - i can’t thank you two enough for all the help i love y’all tremendously, also a sweet special tag for @morallyinept ily too… And lastly - thank you for reading, you’re what makes this so special and magical ♡

The statue that arrived with the newly updated Roman exhibition at your museum has gained attention.

As a guide you enjoy seeing all the new faces here to check out the freshly opened installation. The heightened foot traffic has kept you and your co-workers busy, but it’s been a nice welcome.

Your eyes drift to the statue now.

General Marcus Acacius stands slightly weathered yet still commanding in his bronze glory, towering among the room with all the grace a powerful Roman Army commander would be.

You learned he conquered countless territories and countries in the name of the Ancient Roman Empire. Eventually though, he was caught in a conspiracy to overthrow the ruling emperors and died within the eyes of the coliseum, the whisper of a gladiator’s death.

Now you readily explain this all to tour groups like the one you currently guide.

“Oh, he’s cute.” One of the elementary school girls currently giggles to her friend. The other school children gasp around her, teasing her.

“It’s okay. He is pretty handsome, isn’t he?” You reassure her. The girl seems bashful but relieved at your agreement.

It wasn’t just you. A local internet influencer stopped by and even made a video about the statue being her dream guy.

Even as a statue, the General is eye-catching.

The bronze figure captured his likeness bewitchingly detailing the soft curls of his hair, a lovely sharp nose, mountainous strong broad shoulders, and a pensive stare looking out to a distant horizon. He’s a man of unwavering beauty.

You constantly want to smack yourself for being wistful over a piece of art.

“He’s definitely the most attractive statue I’ve seen.” A familiar smooth sweet voice melts into the room’s quiet softness making your heart jump.

Approaching you with a molten smile and eyes twinkling in the low museum lights, Marcus doesn’t seem real at times.

A regular visitor, you first met him when he accidentally crashed one of your tours. Wholesomely thoughtful, but also being a charming yet slightly know it all, he was quick to join in on commentary of the paintings. With his Disney prince-like smile and earnest eager energy, you couldn’t dare shoo him away.

Now you happily seek his company.

“He’s become like a hot new celebrity here.” Joking, you nudge towards the General’s striking figure.

“I can see why.” Marcus whistles low. “Like look at those shoulders.”

You snicker as a bubbling fondness swells in you.

“He unfortunately died a tragic death.” Marcus comments, cloudy and mournful.

“Yeah, I heard. That means this guy is a bad boy.” You nod.

Marcus snickers at your comment then playfully nudges you with his elbow.

Later, all your co-workers beg you to ask him out to coffee.

“He’s totally got the hots for you!” Your favorite co worker often tells you, but you wave her off.

Marcus is just sweet. He’s kind and considerate, engaging to all the workers here. Besides, you don’t want to assume he possibly likes you and maybe ruin the precious friendship you have with him.

However, your favorite coworker shows up a few days later with a solution for your stale love life.

With a cheeky bright grin, she hands you the cutest pink velvet pouch in the break room.

“It’s called a love wish tea.” She declares.

She grabbed a pack of them at the local occult shop after the lovely witch who owned the place swore it worked.

“It calls in your heart’s desires and hey, it worked for me! That’s why I still have a pack left over!” She proudly recommends.

You roll your eyes but appreciate the gift.

Shoving it into your bag, you don’t give it much thought.

Then the cooler cozier weather settles in, the perfect time for museum dates. Strolling along the floors keeping a watch on everyone it’s hard not to notice the intake of couples. Some are intertwined beside each other staring fondly at a painting together, while others happily take photos of the other being silly.

A taste of loneliness fills you, but gently you sweep it away focusing back on work. Especially since tonight you’ll be locking up.

Already craving some extra caffeine, you glare seeing the break room depleted of any sweet salvation.

The small velvet pink bag in your bag immediately comes to mind. And at this point you think, why not. it will at least keep you awake.

Immediately out of the pouch the tea bag releases a soothing smell, a rich floral blending with delicate touches of a fruit scent, possibly pomegranate. You’re now excited just to taste it, love wish or not.

The tea steeps in your tumbler cup allowing a faint rose color to float into your water. Of course the tea is pretty too.

And the taste? Rich, lovely and warm, like a romantic valentine-like themed drink. It doesn’t reward you with a sensation of being in love, but instead you feel at peace.

After a few sips, you return to the floor.

There, Marcus sits on one of the benches in the Roman exhibition.

Curled over a leather sketchbook, he’s every bit the personification of a scholarly beautiful artist straight out of a romance novel. His face glanced up then back down to his sketch. Diligent concentration paints over his gorgeous face.

Cautious, yet eager, you approach.

He’s sketching a portrait of the General. The sharp edges of the charcoal, the smudges meant to mimic shadows, along with capturing the striking slopes of the General’s features - it’s fantastic.

“You’re amazing!”

Your compliment causes him to jolt slightly spooked, and you rapidly apologize. Once he catches sight of you, Marcus sighs with a dreamy relieved sleepy grin.

“Just sketching, nothing too crazy.”

You take a seat besides him on the bench.

“You captured his likeness so well already.” You’re in awe at the sketch.

Marcus laughs a bit nervously. It’s hard trying not to swoon at the light rose blush coloring his cheeks. He’s stunning.

“I bet General Acacius would be flattered.” You grin then glance back to the statue.

Marcus turns to follow your sight.

“Nah, he strikes me as a big relief fan.” Marcus comments thoughtfully.

The bad art joke isn’t lost on you, and you snicker beside him. Among the giggles you catch Marcus staring at you, the softest boyish grin tugging his lips.

The world melts into a splendid focus all on him.

This isn’t good. You can’t be thinking about possibly leaning in to kiss cute visitors while you’re still on the clock.

“Hey… so I’ve been meaning to ask if maybe we could-”

His phone ringing cuts Marcus off causing you to shoot up from the bench. Jumping on the call, Marcus seems apologetic and almost sad as you wave him bye to him.

Closing time approaches. You and your co-workers do one final look around the rooms. Marcus is nowhere to be found.

The Roman exhibition now sits sleepily still.

The dim glow coats the general’s statue, a glistening chopper. Even with the chips and weathering of time, he stands glorious as you stroll closer.

He really must have been something fierce for the empire to immortalize him in such grand fashion.

“You must’ve been a pretty amazing man.” You mutter mainly to yourself, gently touching the base of the elevated display platform he rests upon.

You wish him a good night and head home. You try not to think of stunning statues or cute museum visitors.

Next morning you’re woken up by a call from work, a frantic one.

“The fucking hot ass statue is missing.” Your co-worker hisses.

You don’t believe it till you see it.

But you’re knocked breathless at the sight.

General Marcus Acacius is missing. The once grand presence he added to the room is absent, vanished, as if plucked from the air itself.

It’s almost unnerving to see the once elevated space now hauntingly vacant.

Chaos brews humming all around. Copes scurry around everywhere, and plenty of people stand outside curious to what’s going on. A controlled whirlwind fills your museum. Various officers keep the scene roped off.

The museum decides to close for the rest of the week to let the police handle as much as they can. You adore the museum truly, but there’s one spot you love the most. Right by the break room leading from various different doors is an outdoor courtyard. It’s become a place of solace.

The bubbling dread has you stepping out here one more time. The sky above looms with a cold front approaching and casts a somber shadow over the space even more.

The shrubs rustle off the side among the thick greenery, and you figure it’s a bird.

“It’s you.” Until a new voice speaks to you. Rich, heavily accented and smooth, it startles you.

You wonder if you’re imagining things.

The man is dressed in Roman attire, elaborate white armor adorned with ornate gold pieces. Glorious graying curls frame his ethereal aged face.

How did a cosplayer manage to sneak in?

He stares so directly at you it frightens you a bit.

“You’re the one who’s voice I heard…” he continues to speak. “It was like I was asleep, drifting away. Then you woke me.”

“Sir, how did you manage to get in here?” You ask, trying to stay as calm as you can.

“I do not know. I simply woke and found myself in this strange place.” He explains with a furrowed brow.

You wonder…is this a strange bit the museum is maybe trying to pull off, and they didn’t tell you.

He steps forward now, and instinctively you walk back cautious. The man must take in your reaction because his face, his handsome face that now looks vaguely familiar, frowns. He holds his hands up defensively.

“I mean no harm. I just need to know what happened to me.”

Someone calls out your name, sounds like your boss. “Come on let’s head out.”

The stranger repeats it and how smooth his voice is, your name rolls off his tongue.

“I am General Marcus Acacius, and I am in need of your assistance.”

That makes your brain scratch.

“Wait, what?” You turn to him confused. “What did you say your name was again?”

He repeats it firmer.

Marcus Acacius.

As in… General Marcus Acacius.

There’s no way.

“Oh, so you’re an actor.” You deadpan.

“I…am confused? I’m no performer. I promise you that.” He almost sounds huffy.

You gotta give him credit. The guy stays in character pretty well.

“You shouldn’t be here, actor or not.” You tell him, heading back inside. Of course this man follows you in.

At the sight of the glass door and the movement of it, he pauses stunned, like he can’t process it. You almost want to laugh.

“You’re pretty good, even though you say you’re not an actor.” You tease.

He frowns hard not enjoying that.

“Either tell me what is going on or I will find a man who will.” He snaps loud and your eyes go wide.

His memorizing face scrunches up in frustration. Dark amber eyes are coated in fierce anger.

“I wake up in a strange place filled with artifacts and see people dressed strange. What is going on?” His voice rises confused, panicking.

Either he’s the most amazing actor ever or…

No.

It can’t be.

Too many thoughts swirl in your head like angry bees trying to make your brain explode.

You need a minute. So you grab the mystery man’s arm, practically dragging him to follow you.

“Excuse you? Where are you taking me?” He demands.

“Somewhere safe.” You half lie.

Unfortunately your boss stops you. His worried eyes catch sight of the man in the armor. You’re quick to explain he’s an actor, upset about the missing statue.

“I am not a-”

You shush the strange man harshly. Your boss, hesitant and worried, surveys him.

“He shouldn’t be here.” Your boss says firm.

“Yup, and I was just showing him the way out.” You happily explain.

Thankfully your boss gets called away, and you make your escape.

“Are you abducting me?” He demands harder.

“Look, I’m the only one here who might be able to help you.” You hiss back.

“I am the commanding General of the Roman armies.” His voice blooms stronger when you reach the lobby. “I will find my way around.”

You swallow hard. A small but chaotic idea quickly jumps into your mind, and you decide to put it into action.

So, you hold the exit door open for him. The man nods to you, then strolls out. You follow him.

The towering skyscrapers, the rush of the cars, the stretching concrete roads, it becomes an overwhelming sight while the man whips his face around eyes wide and in shock. His face falls, aghast and disoriented.

That unrealistic conclusion you thought of - you think it might not be so realistic. Because the man turns to you wearing petrified horror, terrified confusion of a man in an unknown world that no actor could truly capture.

Reality smacks into you like a bag of nails.

This man is truly the great General Marcus Acacius.

The missing statue now full man summoned to life.

Someone yells your name.

Your heart drops. Of course Marcus arrives at the worst time. He jogs up to you dressed in what looks like a gym outfit.

“I heard about the statue.” He says worried then his eyes immediately grow cloudy and confused as he catches sight of the strange Roman dressed man.

“Is he… a friend of yours?” Marcus asks hesitantly.

“It’s complicated.” You blurt, panicked.

General Acacius stands still very stunned trying to take this new modern world in. Stumbling, he returns to your side, clutching your arm like you’re the only one who can steady him.

“I…” Acacius begins then stops mid word, still trying to process a reply. Until he catches sight of Marcus.

“You,” The man surveys Marcus with narrowing eyes. “You seem familiar as well.”

This is getting out of hand.

“Okay time to go.” You rapidly try diffusing the situation, moving General Acacius away from Marcus.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Marcus questions, persistently following behind while you head to the parking lot.

You scramble out a lie that the strange man is an old friend you ran into who just came back from a play.

“I told you, I’m no performer.” Acacius insists still. You also discover he’s built like a wall and trying to wrangle him into the car proves to be Herculean.

Swiftly, Marcus firmly snaps out your name. His tone is different, urgent and enforcing. It turns you into a statue yourself.

Comedically, you’re practically halfway shoving Acacius into the car but now stand frozen. He notices the shift in tension quickly.

“Are you frightened of him?” Acacius mutters concern, surprisingly concerned. “Because I can dispose of this man.”

You shake your head no.

Swallowing hard, you finally look Marcus dead in the eyes.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” You admit.

“Try me.” Marcus rebuffs, serious as steel.

So you sigh, what more do you have to lose now?

“General, can you please tell him who you are.” You then allow Acacius to speak for himself.

The ancient Roman clears his throat and announces his full title and name. The younger and modern Marcus’s face twists confused with a hint of concern.

Suddenly his eyes go wide. He catches on fast, figures it out quicker than you did that’s for sure.

This cute casual museum visitor you have a slight crush on is now your accomplice and partner in crime.

At least…now you don't have to deal with an ancient Roman General being brought back to life from stone alone.

— °˖➴ —

Marcus’s apartment is lush and cozy, filled with so many books and records. The warm walls, sleek modern design, make your place feel like a hole in the wall. Having a roommate, you couldn’t just bring home a very confused man out of time. So thankfully Marcus offered his home.

Now you’ve practically been living here with General Acacius trying to figure out what happened.

Acacius takes things rather well, almost in stride. Fitting for a general that explored new territories and had to face the unknown chaos of war.

The fridge fascinates him the most. You had to stop yourself from laughing seeing him open and close the refrigerator door like a child wondering if the food inside would disappear.

Marcus has a vice for candy, specifically sour ones. Seeing General Acacius try one and the disgusted face of twisted torture is a memory you’ve replayed over multiple times.

But unfortunately no one can figure out what brought the statue to life and him here.

“I’m a man. Not a statue.” The roman general clarifies.

“You are now, but we gotta figure out why.” You sigh exhausted while Marcus readies breakfast for everyone.

He’s been an incredible host. It’s been hard not lingering on how domestic and warm he is within his own space.

Especially when there’s also an archaic man looking just as handsome walking around in a tight white t shirt Marcus lent him.

Surrounded by two unbelievably gorgeous men has been a double edged sword, a blessing and curse.

General Acacius reminds you of a mountain, ever powerful, sturdy and unwavering with the change of seasons. Yet there’s still an open vulnerability to him. You’ve seen it in how grateful he’s been and how eagerly he’s tried absorbing all about this new world.

Whereas Marcus reminds you of a river, beautifully flowing, always adaptable. But he surprises you with how direct and firm he’s been, almost protective in keeping you and Acacius safe.

You also don’t miss the way Marcus’s eyes sometimes flicker to sneak a glance at the older General. You can’t blame him.

Acacius fills out modern clothes sinfully. Watching him navigate everything with a certain poised grace is attractive. While Marcus has become endearing and patient, incredibly welcoming to this new hiccup in his life. You haven't felt this comfortable with someone in so long.

Truly a river and mountain now exist in your life, and you want to stay in their atmosphere more and more.

But you can’t get tangled in the budding emotions growing for these men.

You need to figure out how to help Acacius.

“Once I get back to the office, I’m hoping I can try to find something that could maybe help.” Marcus clarifies while grabbing his work bag.

You’ve learned much about him these past few days. Like he enjoys a good run, used to be a swimmer, has a soft spot for strays, surprisingly loves football -

Also that he’s a well known FBI agent.

You realized you never once asked what he did for work, and you’ve known him for months.

“You have feelings for that man.” Acacius announces once it’s you and him alone in the apartment. You almost spit out your drink.

“We’re friends, that’s all.” You huff.

This Marcus doesn’t seem to believe you, and gives you a very modern dry eyed side glare that makes you roll your eyes.

“I’ve seen the way he watches you, the look of a man in love.” Acacius continues.

“Well I see the way he stares at you too, pal.” You reply back before you can even realize what you said.

Your words do their job stunning the general.

“He is too young for an old man like me.” Acacius rapidly fires back.

“You’re not that old.” You clarify. “If anything you’re distinguished, mature.”

“You are too kind, dear lady.” He chuckles.

You ignore how fast warmth spreads through you a dangerous wildfire just hearing him.

Your phone ringing makes poor Acacius jump. Though, it’s progress from the confused shout he used to yell whenever the phones rang.

Your boss explains that unfortunately the museum will have to stay closed the rest of the month for further investigations, and everyone’s information has been sent in to check for any suspicious activities.

It sounded serious.

Dead serious because after that phone call, you get called by the police department to head in for a few questions.

You have nothing to hide, except you did.

Because in theory you technically did and didn’t steal the statue. You just know the cops wouldn’t take your explanation.

The interrogation room you sit in is coated in a bleak serious air making you fidget worried. This is also the first time you left General Acacius alone at the apartment and that worry picks at you.

Then two officers walk in. One an older distinguished woman who gives you a nod then the other… a rather striking man.

Hawkish nose, clean shaven face, kind eyes, he smiles soft at you.

Marcus.

The agent that walked in is Marcus.

You try not to stare, but it’s hard. Dressed in an official suit and tie, the badge he wears, he sits across for you a striking professional handsome agent.

The woman introduces herself as one of the head local detectives of the case and the man accompanying her is from the FBI, specifically the head of the art crimes division.

Marcus wasn’t just an agent but someone that important.

You can’t deny how extra attractive it makes him.

“Agent Marcus Pike.” Polite and sweet he outstretches his arm to shake your hand like you’ve never met him before.

The questions are very basic.

Where were you the last time you saw the statue? Do you remember any recent guest that stopped by that maybe seemed suspicious?

You answer as truthfully and as best as you can, while also hiding the ancient Roman sized man truth away.

“Funny enough,” Agent Pike comments. “It does seem like this statue just seems to have…I don’t know, grown legs and walked out itself.”

You weakly laugh at his joke. You don’t miss the tug of his lips trying not to grin.

You leave the room as if you stepped out of a strange pocket dimension. Then again these past few days have felt strange and disorienting.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were the head of some FBI art division?!” You let Marcus have it when you both return back to his apartment.

“Is that dangerous?” Acacius asks curiously.

“I don’t know.” You sigh.

“No…This is good.” Marcus clarifies. He even picked up apology pastries. General Acacius greedily snags a cheese danish and moans in pure delight once he takes a bite.

It’s hard to ignore how incredibly sexy he sounded.

“It means I can keep looking in my records for any previous instances of situations like this, or if there’s any leads on the case I’ll know.” Marcus patiently explains.

That calms you enough.

Days pass, and Acacius grows restless.

He doesn’t sleep well, snapping at you and Marcus often more. He mourns the loss of a world that’s passed, of a wife he lost. The grief comes in waves. You and Marcus try comforting him, but Acacius reminds you of a caged tiger, restless and fanged. You understand. Being cooped up in a strange home in a strange world must be exhausting.

So Marcus and you agree to have a nice weekend out with him.

General Acacius fidgets in the cozy cream knit sweater that stretches over his broad body, but damn does he look incredible. So does Marcus in his scholarly sleek coat.

This trip also works as another opportunity to do more investigating. The nearby bookstore is the first stop. Acacius gasps seeing the stretch of books.

“Pretty impressive, yeah?” Marcus smirks, and you grin agreeing. He decides to take a look at the art history books here for any information he might have missed.

You unfortunately get side tracked with the many books in front of you and slightly wander away from Acacius when one catches your eyes.

But you quickly find your way back to him.

The elder Marcus stands stunned like a ghost among the classical literature holding a thick encyclopedia.

“I knew of what happened to Rome after you and Pike told me. But seeing the grand colosseum like this… it’s a specter of ruins now.” He mutters while taking in the photo of the ancient landmark.

“I am glad. There should be no need for more death matches.” His voice weighs with the heaviness of centuries past.

You agree, happy he shuts the book and returns it back. You’re about to dive into the Ancient Rome section yourself now until he speaks again.

“What if I am not the same man these books speak of?” The older Marcus questions hollowed.

That stuns you.

“What if the man who died many years ago… is not me?” His voice wavers.

Existential dread looms off him a dark storm growing stronger.

Marcus turns the corner smiling bright. But quickly he immediately notices the shift in atmosphere, and his face falls as he mouths asking what’s wrong.

You let General Acacius speak from the heart.

“What if… I am not me? What if I am not the real Marcus Acacius?”

His face is weighted with fear, raw and open making him appear lost and so small for someone powerful as him.

“I believe it’s you.” You reassure him gentle. “I’m sure Marcus does too. Besides… who says you can’t be the same man?”

There are pieces of yourself that you’ve left with people, even some bits of you have gotten snagged in certain places or tied to certain objects. Who says a piece of Marcus Acacius truly resided in the statue and simply woke up. And if that’s the case, then that means he’s as real as ever.

You explain all of this best as you can to Acacius. Those deep steady eyes of his waver transforming into molten earth. Your hand moves down to squeeze his stronger large warm hand.

He squeezes back tight.

“Besides the man that died is still you too. You’re allowed to be both.” Marcus jumps in with the most tender voice

“That does not sound true.” Acacius mutters.

As modern has he’s slowly become, you think it still might be too hard to explain dimensional or reality theory.

“This philosopher I read about once said something along the lines of, if you think, therefore you are.” Marcus clarifies. “You exist here and now. And sometimes that’s all that matters.”

You realize both you and Marcus slowly have huddled around General Acacius. You on one side and Marcus on the other, barricade to support your General as much as you or Marcus can.

Acacius sighs, watery, taking it all in.

Your heart aches for him. It overwhelms you, causing you to gently rest your head against his shoulder and letting your hand rest on his back.

Marcus also moves closer, placing his hand right besides yours, gingerly touching your hand.

Among the books you and these two rest simply in the stillness of the moment. You feel something hook deep in your chest, a feeling you can’t fully express.

After, Marcus treats everyone to his favorite taco truck. It's infectious seeing Acacius’s spirits brighten again. He again moans delicious when he takes his first bite. You don’t miss the awkward cough Marcus makes.

But the tacos are amazing and the cooler weather covers everything in a comforting dreamy cloud.

“I want to explore this world as much as I can.” Acacius declares with resolution and shining gilded hope.

So you start bringing the Roman general out with you more.

The museum is still being investigated, so you take the chance to enjoy the days, especially now with Marcus Acacius by your side. He enjoys your smaller apartment, becomes a fan of cooking shows fast.

Marcus and you discovered he isn’t big on sushi but has a notorious sweet tooth. Acacius embraces everything now with more gusto, a vibrant curiosity about many things, especially food. It’s endearing.

General Acacius also proves to be a lovely companion when you go grocery shopping.

“So many spices.” He says in awe in the aisle.

More people arrive and you try maneuvering your cart through the traffic. General Acacius catches on quick. Staying close to you, he places a comforting hand at your lower back and the other against yours in the cart. Shifting his body against yours, he’s a protective shield until you’re out of the thicket.

It sends the wildest hum of sparks throughout your body that persistently stays. Acacius stays firmly beside the rest of the trip.

For a man out of time, he’s open for conversation. The check out worker seems to blatantly ignore you while she happily and very openly flirts with him.

You don’t say much, ignoring the possessive emerald eyed sense of jealousy threatening to rise. He bids the flirty cashier a good day along with an elegant head nod. You keep quiet heading back to the car.

“That woman, she gave me a strange note with numbers on it.” General Acacius comments cautious, almost worried about what they could be.

You almost trip on the way out.

“Her number, she gave you her phone number.” You explain simply.

Of course you have to elaborate what that means and how it’s a modern way of signaling someone is attracted to you.

“Truly?” His handsome aged face scrunches up confused.

“What can I say? In any year you’re a catch.” You try not to sound wistful.

“I’m an old man not from this time. I have nothing worth for anyone to desire me.” Now he sounds dejected, somber and serious.

“Okay, besides being absolutely one of the most gorgeous men ever, you’re kind. Incredibly loyal and brave. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” Earnesty floats off you.

His face drops, your words finally settling within him. The soft streams of grays in his luscious curled hair and rustic beard, the beautiful scars he wears that tell of his victories…

The statue truly was not able to capture the magnetic pull of this man.

Acacius’s eyes flicker across your face. You swear something shimmers in his deep earth eyes. His gaze flickers down for a split moment, as if he’s glancing at your lips.

Then your phone rings with a text, and you sigh.

This precious bubble you’ve been in, this newly woven existence with these two gorgeous men, is one you want to stay in forever. It’s warm, easy, and feels too nice to leave.

But work eventually crashes in.

The museum finally reopens but with the Roman exhibit closed still. The missing art has brought in more foot traffic to the museum. But what surprises you is seeing Marcus at work now while he works. You and him share sweet secret smiles to each other.

Even with work getting busy for you and him, you’ve been texting with Marcus frequently. It’s even been amusing being on the phone with him and Acacius cries out surprised hearing your voice.

Your mind drifts to them again as you daze off a bit at work.

“So, did you ever drink that tea I gave you?” Your favorite coworker asks, interrupting your daydream.

The confusion must be evident on your face.

“Ya know… the sweet love wish tea?” She grins like a pleased cat that’s about to catch a canary.

An abrupt realization barrels right into you, a fierce horned bull almost knocking you out at the knees. You can’t believe a possible magical tea maybe brought a statue to life. But with that statue now a very real ancient Roman man you’ve been harboring - anything is possible now.

“Can you tell me where the shop is that you got it?” You rapidly ask her.

Your next day off you head down there immediately, not even taking either of your Marcus boys.

The sweetest shop owner greets you warm and welcoming. You compliment her lovely silvery lavender hair.

“Oh it’s to hide the grays.” She winks, and you grin.

But the nervousness rises because you don’t even know how to approach the question you have.

“Something seems to be bothering you.” Of course she notices but speaks with a gentle tone.

Your heavy sigh must say it all. Very sweetly she pulls out a stool by the register and settles in waiting to hear your story.

Even with her welcoming smile, the hesitation pulls at you. But you manage to gently explain what happened without revealing the dizzying truth.

“So I drank the love wish tea. And something… someone I never imagined would come into my life did. So now I don’t know if there’s a way I could probably send him back to what, to where, he was.” You tell her.

The shop owner hums in deep thought, crossing her hands over her chest nodding.

“Is it a ghost? Did you call in a spirit? Are you in love with a ghost?” She asks flat out without hesitation, and you almost laugh.

She’s half right in a way.

“I’m thinking…possibly the one thing that came to mind that I would do first is to do an unbinding spell. Whatever is keeping this man here, the separation of that would be what sends him back.” She says jumping off her chair, waving at you to follow her through the shop.

You quickly scurry behind her.

Grabbing a pack of two candles, the ritual she describes is simple enough. Tying a string around the two candles, lighting them until they burn, which in the process would burn the thread, theoretically severing the tie of Acacius to this world.

“And you said it was the love wish tea you drank, yes?”

You nod, and she nods back in understanding.

“What that tea is meant to do is call in your heart’s desires, simply allow the universe to bring whatever magic it seems fit to your life…But it also isn’t doing it forcefully.” She explains.

The tea is known to work because it calls in someone who desires the same thing you do, almost like a little nudge in the matchmaking department, a magic magnet.

“It works because someone else is also receptive. But of course, there is no need to stay with whoever is brought to you.”

Her words sink into a deep corner of your heart. You wonder if that meant Marcus Acacius longed for a better future, and it’s why the tea worked on him.

Thanking her graciously, you take the candles and a few cute stickers she has by the counter.

“I hope everything works out for you, gorgeous.” Her warm smile becomes a comforting hug.

You hope so too.

But the way your stomach twists, a part of you realizes… what if you don’t want Marcus Acacius to leave?

It’s selfish - but you want this trio of you, him and Marcus Pike, to last as long as it possibly can.

Driving to Marcus’s apartment, guilt and selfishness fight each other tooth and nail. You don’t know if this unbinding spell would work, but it would be a start.

With the spare key Marcus gave you, you let yourself in.

There on the couch you catch the quickest glimpse of both men heavily making out with the elder Marcus greedily holding onto Agent Pike’s sharp jaw. You wonder if maybe you’re seeing things, but the image knocks you breathless.

The younger and modern Marcus, who halfway was on the elder General’s lap immediately, bolts away as if electrocuted.

On the table, you spot two glasses of wine.

They both stare at you, caught red handed. Immediately though, you scramble out apologies.

“I should have called and-”

Marcus says your name. “It’s.. it’s okay.”

You feel so foolish right now. You didn’t even think that they had a thing, and that you were possibly the third wheel.

“I can leave. I totally understand.” You really do.

“No.” Acacius orders, saying your name, firmly shaking his head as he rises. His eyes rusted steel swords that pin you to where you stand.

“This started because of you.” He adds.

Wait.

Because of you?

“Wait, are you guys drunk?” You even voice your confusion.

Both Marcus men shake their heads no.

“We were just talking about you, about us.” The younger Marcus explains.

“And it took us some time but we both desire each other. And we both desire you.” General Acacius simply interjects, and Marcus coughs stunned.

You wonder if you’re the one who’s been brought to life in another time.

“Honey, please don’t feel pressured if you don’t feel the same.” Marcus, wonderful Marcus Pike, ever understanding and eternally good.

“I’ve liked you for so long. Even tried to ask you out a couple of times, just got a bit of cold feet. It just unfortunately took an ancient Roman to get me to finally say something.” He laughs weakly, boyishly nervous.

He’s liked you all this time.

You don’t say anything, don’t think there’s any words you can say just yet. Simply the emotions overtake you.

You head first to the younger Marcus and kiss him with a fierce tug at his shirt. He happily pulls you into him and sighs into your lips.

A soft but large hand runs up your back, and the sensation makes your body bloom.

“You both are so beautiful.” The older Marcus mutters dripping with adoration.

With a squeeze to Marcus’s shoulder and one final soft kiss, you pull away then melt into the general’s waiting arms. His mustache tickles you as his lips kiss yours, but it’s divine.

Their hands all over you touch every inch they can. You’ve never felt this desired, never been the epicenter of affection and passion like this before. You just as eagerly try grabbing at either man with as much clawed possession as you can.

They’re both yours now after all.

Tumbling into the bedroom it’s like something out of a dream, blissful and deliciously decadent, but so real with how heated your body feels.

Both men start kissing your exposed skin, with one licking at your neck from behind and the other readily nipping at your exposed chest. Your mind melts in bliss.

“Marcus,” you sigh.

You’re rewarded with two beautiful groans, different in tones it becomes a symphony you want to hear forever.

In the blurry of haze, the sticky syrupy desire, you and the younger Marcus follow each other peppering multiple kisses on Acacius’s chest as he falls onto the bed.

You and the modern Marcus work together, conquering the beautiful golden exposed landscape of Marcus Acacius’s chest. You tenderly press your lips against the various scars then happily move to kiss the younger Marcus.

The delicious sighs from General Acacius fill the room, a hypnotic soundtrack.

Soon your lips start traveling further down across his body. Your fellow lover follows your trail, kissing and kicking every inch of Acacius. You and Marcus reach his cock twitching in the loose sweatpants Acacius has grown fond of.

“Fuck.” Marcus groans as he drags the older man’s cock out.

Fuck is right. Thick, girthy and dripping already, you already ache to have him inside in any way.

“Both of you are little fiends.” The elder Marcus croaks breathless. Confidence surges in you as you lick across his length, relishing in the taste of his skin.

Marcus’s tongue also licks with you along your other lover’s cock, even moving across your tongue. The louder groans coming from General Acacius only spur you and Marcus on.

Greedily your eyes flicker up towards the towering force of a warrior. The beautiful older man’s eyes blown black, desired drenched galaxies looking down at you and Marcus like prizes he wants to conquer himself.

It makes you dizzy, completely possessed, and you kiss your way down to one of his thick large heavy balls. You tentatively lick. Acacius initially hisses until his voice melts into the loudest primal groan when you start sucking.

Your sweet Marcus immediately follows your lead, dragging his mouth down as well. You and him simply devour Acacius, licking back and forth across your lover’s balls and each other’s mouths.

Marcus quickly starts stroking your lover’s thick cock. It’s heaven being among these two, allowing yourself to get lost in the golden ecstasy.

When Acacius reaches his release you greedily lick up his cum that spilled against his skin, and he groans. Once you sit up, you reach for Marcus’s cum covered hand and begin to lick and suck his fingers clean. It’s then your sweet Marcus that suddenly grabs your mouth with the same hand, pulling your face towards his.

“Don’t swallow baby, I wanna taste.” He mutters with blazed out eyes.

Hearing that you almost come on the spot.

You sit up and slowly allow your spit and the milky cum into Marcus’s waiting mouth.

“Gods above.” The elder Marcus moans carnal.

The rest of the night consumes you in a wanton haze.

Sweaty, exhausted, but floating on a cloud, you sink into the bed with two men barricading you in their arms.

“I’m surprised you were…open to this.” You say to Acacius who chuckles a bit.

“I have loved others before, some included men. One was even a fellow General who died tragically among the same coliseum walls as I once did.” He explains gently.

You kiss his chest softly in understanding.

As you and these two lie curled into one another on Marcus’s lush bed, it’s like a new door has opened.

You and Marcus eagerly ask your General about his days in ancient Rome and his travels across the old world, about the true story of how he got his scar. Ever the steady man, Acacius answers all questions he can.

In the middle of this warm incredible double Marcus sandwich makes you giddy. But Acacius’s deep comforting lull of a voice, Marcus’s soft hands stroking your skin, create a cocoon drawing you to sleep faster than you realize.

A soft kiss comes to the top of your head.

“Rest. We will be here when you wake.”

Nodding through a yawn, you happily kiss them both goodnight. But just before you fall into the depths of sleep, you catch the two talking.

“What… will happen if I do not return to stone?” Acacius speaks first, so low and cautious you wonder if you’re dreaming already.

“I… I guess the statue will remain incomplete, stolen.” Marcus answers truthful but gentle.

A moment passes.

“What if I do not wish to return to stone?” Acacius clarifies.

You hear Marcus inhale sharp.

“I’ve longed for peaceful days away from the brutality of the frontline. And now… it’s here.”

A thick hope shines through the older Marcus’s voice, slipping past your ribs to piece your heart.

Movement shifts the bed, arms reach across for each other and seem to cage around you more.

“You’ll always have the final say. You get to make that choice. Neither of us would ever want to force you or take that away from you.” Marcus’s molten words are coated in pure understanding.

“I wish to stay here… with you and her.” Confidence, solidified resolution, radiate from the General’s voice.

The bed shifts again, and you hear them exchange the softest kiss.

“We’ll have to make sure to tell her in the morning.” The modern Marcus sighs dreamily. His hands again start rubbing your arm soothing, as if he can sense you’re fighting sleep.

“Of course. We must never forget our lady.” The older Marcus agrees.

His words along with a soft kiss to your forehead become the final push that allows sleep to settle.

— °˖➴ —

“So you’re telling me mister head of the art crimes department will be okay with a statue staying stolen and missing forever?” You smirk amused while Marcus drives down the familiar roads.

“Hey it’s no Vemeer’s Concert, but I’ll live with it.” Marcus playfully smirks and shrugs.

The investigation on General Acacius��s missing statue had run cold. There was no indication of a break in or forced exit. From the surveillance tapes, the video recordings simply shimmer, distorted for one moment, and then the statue is gone. As if it vanished into thin air.

Or is simply currently sitting in the back seat of the car taking in the world and power of a motor vehicle.

“You hear that, General? Our boy said you’re not valuable.” You tease.

“I don’t mind and I can agree.” Acacius replies bored, making you laugh. The green sweater he wears compliments him and brings out the streams of grays in his hair. You and Marcus have loved seeing him embrace modern clothing more than ever.

“That’s not what I meant.” Marcus rolls his eyes.

You snicker even more.

The occult shop arrives, and the candles feel lighter than ever in your bag, especially knowing you’re here to return them.

“Seems like you didn’t need these after all.” Your favorite lavender haired shop owner says with a coy smirk. Her eyes stay locked on your men exploring the aisles.

“A two for one deal? I'm definitely advertising that for the tea.” She adds eagerly, and you hide a laugh behind your hand.

If only you could tell her the full truth.

You return to your boys, enjoying the way Acacius seems to be a bit petrified among all of the occult objects.

“Are you sure this witchcraft is safe?” He asks worried, snd Marcus smooths by rubbing his back.

You grin.

Love, affection, might be the strangest but most beautiful magic after all.

#this is maybe for like me and three other people but I love y’all & if ur reading this me and the Marcus boys love you too #marcus acacias x reader #marcus acacius x f!reader #marcus acacius x female reader #marcus acacius x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #pedrostories #marcus p 🤎#Marcus A 🤎#general Acacius 🤎

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wcters · 17 hours ago

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𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

word count: 770+

summary: you let him pretend, just for a moment. pretend that it would last forever

request: hello!!!!! i love your work sm 🩷🌟 was wondering if you could write something with oscar ?? have a nice dayy 😽| @81evermore

warnings: established relationships, pda, some angst | i knwo it’s a little short but i was got the request and was listening to 5sos, why not make an imagine with oscar based on a 5sos song???

Oscar knew it was wrong, he knew it was irresponsible, but as soon as his eyes met yours, it’s like his rational brain went out the window. The adrenaline was like nothing he’d ever felt before ━━ not like driving at hundreds of kilometres per hour, not like making split second decisions that could make it break him, nothing. He could feel the grooves in your hand as you clasped his, your hands moulding together and filling up the empty spaces. He could feel the air going past every strand of hair on his head, and he could imagine the smile on your face as you both ran. It was exhilarating.

Oscar was supposed to be perfect in every way ━━ polite, nice, professional, put together. You let him live a life that wasn’t his, it gave him an escape, let him imagine what life could be, should be. A house overlooking the ocean, couple of kids, a dog, maybe. But he knew it wouldn’t happen. But you let him pretend . . . Even if it’s just for a night.

Laughs tumbled past your pursed lips as you ran, yelling at him to ‘hurry up!’ and ‘come on!’ every once and a while. Where were you even going? He had no idea. He couldn’t really register anything besides you and the lights blurring past him as he ran. Right now he was thankful he had the stamina he did.

You randomly stopped, Oscar almost stumbling into you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head. From what he could see, he assumed it was a lookout somewhere in the city. He could see the ocean, waves overlapping each other and the sun reflecting on the water. “Surprise.” You whispered, afraid you would ruin whatever was happening. He hummed, “where are we?” “Lookout. No one really knows about this place ━━ I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen someone else here.” He was right, and smirked at that.

You let the two of you bask in silence for a little bit. You wanted to know what he was thinking, but you let him have a moment to himself. You knew with his career he didn’t really get to do that. You rested your hands on top of his which were placed around your hips and started ti quietly sway. It was a habit of yours. It was like your mind and body were running at one hundred percent, twenty-four seven, and this resulted in you always moving. Oscar didn’t mind because he had the same thing. Though his brain wasn’t active all the time, he was still so used to the adrenaline and fast-paced life he had, which resulted in the same thing. He followed you, swaying back and fourth.

It stayed like for a little before you got bored at let go, releasing yourself from his hold. You turned to face him and held out your hand to him. “What?” He had an eyebrow quirked up, smile tugging at his lips.

“Dance with me.” You smiled while laughing lightly, and Oscar swore he could listen to that noise forever. He could imagine life with you in ━━ him chasing you and your kids, cooking in the kitchen. Oscar almost shook himself out of his train of thought. He was too deep, but he don’t care. “Okay.” He grabbed your hand and twirled you around, pulling you towards him. You leaned your head against his chest, his heartbeat familiar and comforting against your ear. “This is nice.” You whispered. “It is, isn’t it?”

The two of you took turns twirling the other around, though it was hard for you because you were shorter than Oscar ━━ though not by much. Laughs broke the stale night air as you two danced, surrounded by love and unsaid words. You both knew that this would eventually end, but that was a talk for another night.

The unsaid was a comfort, knowing that it didn’t have to end yet, but it was also a reminder. Reminder to Oscar that you couldn’t have the life together he and you wanted. No big backyard with a play set and barbecue, no nursery and kids rooms filled with toys, not the little bits of the other scattered throughout the house, none of your singing lulling him to sleep and waking him up . . . Nothing.

You two were stuck in this moment forever. Just you. No formula one, no school, no stress, just the feeling of the curves of your hands and bodies, the smiles and dimples, the essence of the person. In this moment, you didn’t have to face the inevitable.

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ahhnini · 21 hours ago

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wheel of fortune - frat!rafe x tarot!reader

reader meets the camerons on a family vacation

warnings - cliches, inspired by toz, slow burn, fluff

a/n - i wrote this while delirious off my nausea meds, i fear this is a full look into my delusions

w.c - 2.2k

frat!rafe x tarot!reader masterlist

“you are not bringing that damn cat with us to the trip,” rafe huffs as he shoves his winter clothes in his suitcase. you pout, petting merlin, who was talking a nap on your bed, tiny body curled up. “there’s no one to look after him rafe,” your voice was soft, not wanting to wake him up. “i’ll get a petsitter,” he turns around, his volume now matching yours, “look, I know you wanna see him 24/7, but we’re gonna be traveling. we’re gonna go on a plane, and we’re gonna stay someplace freezing cold. I just don’t want him to be stressed,” he gently strokes the kitten’s black fur.

you nod your head, agreeing with his reasoning, “yeah, that’s fair. this petsitter better be the best one in town, and they better send us photos of merlin every hour,” he chuckles, taking both of your hands into his, “he is, don’t worry. he’s a retired vet, so he knows what he’s doing.” you smile, wrapping your hands around his, “guess I should get packing, huh?”

you shiver in your fluffy coat as you and rafe exit the airport. rafe is carrying your luggage, his long legs trekking through the inch of snow with ease. you, however, are falling quickly behind, running to catch up to your friend. rafe unlocks the door to the rental car, and you hop in, shaking off the fallen snow off your coat. rafe shortly climbs in, turning the ignition and starting the car.

“thank you for letting me go on vacation with you and your family, rafe.” you smile, looking out the window at the snowfall. he takes a glance at you, then back on the road “of course, i’ve told them about you, and they actually encouraged me to invite you. I should be thankful you even said yes,” you freeze, “you told them about me?” “yeah, oh, I didn’t tell them you do tarot stuff—well I told sarah and wheezie…dad and rose…I don’t know their opinion on that so I didn’t bring it up.” you nod your head, “oh, okay, what’d they say?” “they liked it,” he chuckled, “wanted to know if you do walk-ins” “you were a walk-in, so yeah.” you smile.

“this is the cabin?” you gawk, “this is not a cabin, this is a mansion, rafe.” you pull up to the wooden mansion after thirty minutes, and a stop for hot chocolate. “a cabin is just a house made of wood, right?” he smiles, getting out of the car to grab both luggages. quickly, you double check if your hot chocolate is secured, making your way to the back of the car and helping him. “I got it, y/n, there’s stairs going up, I don’t want you to be winded, just hold onto my cocoa.” “oh, okay. you sure?” he carries the both of your luggages with ease, shutting the trunk.

you see three girls on the couch, two watching television and the other on their phone. the younger girl jumps up, hugging rafe. she awkwardly waves to you, before introducing herself, “i’m wheezie,” before shuffling her way back to the couch and fidgeting on her phone again. “i’ll bring these upstairs, just make yourself at home. don’t worry, they do this all time time when i’m around.” a slight frown brushes your face. they…ignore him when he comes home?

unzipping your coat and putting it on the rack, you hesitate, deciding how you should introduce yourself. you clear your throat, introducing yourself with a warm smile.

all three of the girls look at you, introducing themselves. sarah, rose, wheezie, got it.

“so, you’re rafe’s girlfriend?” sarah asks, and your face is laced with confusion. rafe walks down the stairs, face flushed red. “no, sarah!” he replied with urgency, “I meant girlfriend as in girl friend, not girlfriend,” sarah’s face was riddled with unamusement, “huh, by the way you were talking about her, could’ve sworn she was your girlfriend-girlfriend. but, it’s nice to meet you,” she sticks out her hand and you shake it, politely nodding and smiling.

rose on the other hand, looked you up and down, silently judging you. you became self-conscious, fidgeting around with your fingers. “nice to meet you, y/n” her tone was subtly condescending, still welcoming, but condescending. “rafe, ward’s getting some wood for the fireplace, you two feel free to explore, i’m going up to the room,” she says, walking up the stairs to the bedrooms.

rafe turns around, whispering in your ear, “we’ve had a long trip, wanna go upstairs and take a nap?” you nod, following him to the bedrooms.

“I knew you were rich but, this is just on a whole ‘nother level,” you chuckled, sprawling across the king sized bed. “thank you so much for inviting me again,” you smile. “but, are you sure it would be wise sharing the same room? they already think we’re dating.” he shakes his head, stripping off his shirt and climbing into the bed with you, “it’s alright, they don’t care either way, I think they’re just surprised ‘cus i’ve never brought any of my friends on vacations,” he yawns, turning away from you, “‘m tired.” “oh, yeah. nap. goodnight rafe,” you yawn too, before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

you’re woken by the smell of food coming from the kitchen. rafe is still asleep, his head now facing you. you move his bangs out of his face, before softly speaking, “I think dinner’s ready,” you chuckle. he groans, “give me a second.” “okay, i’m gonna go wash my face and fix my hair.” you crawl out of the comfy bed, going to the restroom, washing your face and re-styling your hair. by the time you’re finished, rafe’s stood up, putting his shirt back on.

the smell of pizza becomes stronger, and so does your hunger. you find to see the rest of the cameron family scattered around the dining room and living room, eating pizza and in their own little world.

you introduce yourself to rafe’s dad, ward, who just shakes your hand firmly. rafe grabs you a slice of pizza and you follow him to the loveseat, sitting down next to him.

“wanna go skiing tomorrow?” rafe asks, leaning his head awkwardly on your shoulder. “with your family?” “nah, we all kind of do our own thing on vacations,” your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, and you reply, “i’ve never been skiing before.” you don’t see it, but you can feel his smug smile forming on his face, “i’ll teach you. we’ll go on the easy slopes. but we gotta go bright and early to beat the crowds. it gets packed, especially on the baby slopes—where you’ll be going on.” you lightly shove his head away from your shoulder teasingly, standing up to throw your plate away.

as promised, rafe wakes you up bright and early to hit the slopes. while on the way to the rental center, you dig in your tote bag to pull out one of your seasonal decks. rafe looks over, softly chucking, “those cards are gonna fly out. literally.” you shuffle the cards over your hands, concentrating, “i’m using a different method to shuffle this time, rafe. speaking of which, I just pulled out your daily card.” “oh yeah? what is it?” “wheel of fortune, upright. change, cycle…inevitable fate,” his eyebrows furrow, and your eyes widen, “the cards are just advising you to take the day as is, nothing to worry about, this is all supposed to happen.” you smile, shuffling for your daily card, “I got…ace of wands! creation, willpower, desire, and inspiration!”

“i’ve always been meaning to ask this, but why do you pull a daily tarot card?” rafe asks he pulls into the rental shop. “like how some people look at their daily horoscope, it’s just to help give some advice for the day ahead.” he hums, parking the car. he turns off the ignition but stays there, looking at you, “so, what’s the difference between an oracle and a tarot deck?” “well, a tarot deck has always remained 78 cards, their meanings remained the same, as well as the spreads. but with oracle, the cards are a lot more…flexible? each deck isn’t the same and they can follow a multitude of themes. in some of my readings, if the tarot cards keep giving me confusing answers, I use my oracle deck to ask for clarification. why do you ask?” “nothin,” he shrugs, “jus’ saw that you put some oracle decks up on your inventory at the shop.” you hum, nodding. you breathe out, seeing your breath, “we should go in before the car frosts over.”

after you got fitted for your snowsuit, you and rafe made your way over to the slopes. there were a couple of people already there, sledding and skiing. you follow rafe to the top of the hill, already being intimidated by the curve. “it’s not that bad,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “listen, I know it’s scary, but I’ll be there with you every step of the way, yeah?” you nod, putting your snow goggles on while rafe bent down and helped you put your skis on your shoes. “how do you walk in these things? I feel like a penguin.” he chuckles. “keep your legs apart, and use the sticks to gain traction. to ‘brake’ when going down, turn to the side, your skis will follow. also, bend your knees. got that?” you nod, nervousness creeping into your body. “you got this, okay? i’ll go first. look at my technique, try to copy.” he goes down the hill with ease, but he’s too quick for you to actually observe anything.

rafe turns around, gesturing for you to follow. you take a deep breath, remember his words and go down. the speed is too fast, wind rushes through your hair. everything is a blur, until you feel a pair of hands grab you, but the force is too much. landing on top of rafe, you open your eyes, and he just blinks at you. “hey, hey. you okay?” you nod, rolling off of him and into the soft snow. he helps you up, and you sigh, “I don’t think i’m cut out for this, rafe.” “y/n, look at me.” he grabs your face, making you make eye contact with him. “it was just your first time, there’ll be more to follow.”

so you try, again. then again. then again. every single time leading you not to a successful brake, but on rafe’s body. you were still on the beginning slopes. for crying out loud you saw a seven year old nail this quicker than you did. rafe decided it was time for a breather, so you two made your way to a nearby cafe for some coffee and pastries.

“i’m not made for this sport,” you chuckle, sipping on your latte. he shakes his head, “no, it’s my fault.” “how is it your fault?” you quip. “i’ve been teaching you wrong. after we eat, we’re heading back out there. think this new method will work.” there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes, making you slightly anxious, but intrigued.

“okay, hold onto my hand.” he sticks out his hand, and you hesitantly interlock your fingers with his. he starts going down, and your reflexes kick in, wanting to let go, but he doesn’t let you. his grip tightens, allowing your body to be dragged down the slope with him. you scream, closing your eyes.

all of a sudden, you feel your body turning, coming to a full stop. “you did it!” rafe praises. you blink open your eyes, chest heaving. “I did it!”

he challenged you to a steeper slope, using the same technique. warm hands intertwine with yours while you both make your way down the steeper hills.

after the sun set, you and rafe returned your skiing equipment, grabbing a bite at the nearby diner before heading back to the camerons’ cabin.

“what’s up with you two?” sarah asks the next morning, ice packs scattered on top of both of your bodies in the living room. “skiing,” you both say in unison. “oh. dad got the hot tub working again so you can both go in that.” rafe’s head shoots up, and you let out a light groan before replying to sarah, “I didn’t bring any bathing suits.” you sigh. “it’s okay, y/n, you can borrow mine,” she smiles, “don’t worry, they’re clean and I don’t plan on using the hot tub for the duration of the trip. i’ll bring them downstairs…you look like you’re in a lot of pain.” she winces.

after thirty minutes and a lot of pep talk from sarah, you and rafe practically crawl into the hot tub. it isn’t an attractive sight, but you two were super sore, and needed all the relief you could get.

“I never get this sore from skiing.” rafe groans, water droplets clinging onto his toned body. “how much do you wanna bet this is from all of the times we’ve crashed into one another.” you giggle, letting the jets massage your back. he doesn’t respond, his eyes are closed, head is leaned back and his jaw is a bit slack. you do the same, enjoying the quiet atmosphere with your best friend.

“fifty bucks they’re actually together and hiding it.” wheezie looks outside the window, seeing the two of you together. “deal. i’ll ask y/n tomorrow.” the two sisters hi-five each other, not knowing the windows weren’t sealed all the way, and that you and rafe heard their entire conversation.

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cattordi · 2 days ago

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3. the new neighbor 🥥

a/n 𓇼 i’m writing these chapters a lot faster than expected 😫 but the obx drama has ben fed and obsessed w rafe so enjoy. also my links aren’t working therefore i cant update my masterlist

summary 𓇼 after returning to the obx, you rent the cameron’s guest house; forcing you into close proximity with your ex boyfriend— rafe.

pairings 𓇼 pogue!reader x exbf!rafecameron

warnings 𓇼 angst, annoying guys, ward, weed

˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡° ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡° ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹

the three word sentence rafe says isn’t what you expected to hear. those words aren’t anything you’ve heard him say.

at least to you.

you close the door slowly, tears welling in your eyes. as you turn away, a voice startles you.

“he doesn’t mean it.” you turn to see ward, rafe’s dad. he has a slight amused look on his face.

“yeah.. sure.” you say as you begin down the stairs.

your relationship with ward was never good. he never liked you due to your background, and he only dealt with you because of rafe. though his relationship wasn’t good with rafe either.

“he still loves you.” he begins, “to much in my opinion, but” he shrugs, “if you’re what my son wants.”

huffing you ask, “did you just let me stay here so you could talk down on me?”

ward shrugs and walks past you, going down the stairs, “rafe could do better. i’m sure you know that, so i want you to see him do better…. be with someone better actually.”

you’re speechless as he continues down the stairs and into his study.

𓇼

the next morning rafe wakes up, hungover. his head is thumping as his blinds reveal the bright sun outside, but his mind goes directly to you.

specifically what he said to you.

quickly, he gets out of bed, almost throwing up in the process from all the alcohol.

rafe rushes downstairs before asking, “where’s y/n?” wheezie and rose shrug before sarah says, “oh, she went into town early this morning. why?”

“nothing.” he curses, “where’s dad?”

they all shrug, which pisses rafe off, “thanks for the fucking help.” he says before slamming the back door closed and going outside.

outburst from rafe weren’t unusual or out of the blue, but this one just didn’t make sense. he’d made it known to everyone in kildare that he was completely over you, and wanted to be as far away from you as humanly possible.

but gets upset when you’re not around.

angrily, rafe marches over to the dock, pulling a container out from under a patch of sand. opening it reveals five already rolled joints and a lighter.

𓇼

“i don’t think he could ever hate you.” kie says before throwing back a shot. you and kie are at a bar in figure 8, after she begged you to come out and get a taste of the men you’d “never noticed” before because you were all “up on rafe”.

“yeah he could,” you begin,” and also that kinda contradicts why we’re here.”

“well i’ve given up since you won’t talk to anyone. i suggested wyatt,” kie starts and points to a tall, blonde sitting at the bar. he’s covered in tats, and has long hair.

“and landon,” she continues and points to another tall man. he’s brown-skinned and has waves but he’s talking to another girl.

“and even preston.” she finishes and you look over to see preston. he’s on the shorter side, leaning towards 5’10 unlike the last two who were well over 6’2. he has dark brown hair which is buzzed. you had to admit he was pretty hot.

“fine” you give in, “i’ll talk to…..preston.”

kie smiles, “okay okay. i’ll sit here. you go flirt, and then come back and tell me everything.”

“okay” you mummer and walk towards him. you’re wearing jean shorts and corset top, which shows off a lot of cleavage.

he’s looking down at his phone when you walk up to him, his friends are around him drinking beers, laughing, and making unattractive faces at the poor girls walking by.

“hey!” you say as nicely as humanly possible, “i’m y/n. i saw you from across the bar and i just wanted to see if i could get your number or something. if not that’s fi-“

“sure, why not?” preston says and holds his hand out for your phone. suprised, you hand him your phone.

he types his number in quickly, “so y/n, i haven’t seen you in figure 8 before. are you a pogue or did you just move here?”

“i’m from here actually. i moved a few years ago and just came back.”

“hm.. why?”

“why’d i move or why’d i come back?”

“why to both.”

“i moved because i needed to get away from anything, or in my case anyone, who kept me from moving forward. and i came back becau-“

“who was it?”

“you don’t know him” this was a lie. everyone knew rafe.

“i’m sure i do. shoot.”

“no you don’t, honestly.”

“i probably do. just tell-“

“she already fucking said you didn’t know so give it a break.” a deep voice says from behind you and you already know who it is.

we both turn to see rafe. he’s wearing a long sleeve henley and dark wash jeans.

“come with me y/n.”

“what’re you doing here rafe?” you’re slightly annoyed yet slightly relieved because your conversation with preston was going nowhere.

“y/n. come with me.”

“no rafe.”

out of the corner of my eye, i can see kie approaching us.

“i said come with me y/n.” rafe is clearly fuming and you can tell he’s gonna snap.

“dude she said no.” preston says and you admittedly regret him saying that because in a blink of an eye, he’s off his barstool and on the floor due to rafe punching him.

the bar goes silent until one of prestons friends yells “what the fuck dude?”

“kie,ill be right back and preston i am so sorry .” you say angrily and grab rafes hand, pulling him out the bar.

once you’re both out on the sidewalk you shout, “what the fuck is your issue rafe? how’d you even know i was here?”

“kelce texted me saying he saw you here so i asked him to watch you.”

“you sound fucking insane rafe. we aren’t together. you fucking said you hated me.” you start and turn to walk away.

“where are you going?”

“away from you!”

as you walk, rafes hand snakes around uou, turning you to face him. “you drive me insane y/n.” rafe groans and smashes his lips into yours.

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe fanfiction #rafe fic #rafe imagine #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe cameron x smut #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron masterlist #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron series

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rowdyluv · 2 days ago

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I just need a little Timeless blurb on how Quinn and Jack find out about Emmy and their reaction

previous blurb Rosey’s first trimester would be ending in October. Her and Luke decided they would wait until thanksgiving break to tell his brothers the news.

The exhausted college students that were Luke and Rosey were more than grateful to be home for a few days. Rosey was still fighting morning sickness, why they called it morning sickness she didn’t know because it lasted all day long for her. Yet she persevered and pushed through it.

“Luke are you sure they won’t be mad at you? At us?” Rosey fidgets with hem of her newly purchased umich hoodie.

“I’m not sure of anything but my love for you and that little baby in there,” He says placing a hand on her stomach and looking directly in her eyes. “but I know my brothers enough that if they are upset with me or us they won’t be too terribly rude about it. Especially Quinn.”

She audibly sighed and then relaxed. “It’s too late to worry about their opinion anyways. If they aren’t happy then they won’t see her.”

Luke let out a small quick laugh as leaned over to kiss her cheek, “Ro, we haven’t found out the gender yet. Don’t assume or get too attached to the thought of little bit being a girl. Gender grief is a thing…”

His words trailed off as footsteps were getting louder and closer to his room.

“Lukey you know the rules, doors open.” Jack tsked playfully before winking.

“Do you need something?” Luke asked annoyed with his brother’s words.

“I don’t need anything, but mom sent me to inform you that we are all waiting for you to acknowledge her text message that dinner is ready and to bring whatever gifts she’s referring to.” Jack left the room waving the two of them off. Ignoring the fact that Rosey launched herself off the bed and ran to the bathroom across the hall as he was leaving.

…

Dinner was nice and went smoothly. A typical Hughes dinner. Rosey picked at her food though, only non-typical gesture.

“Sweetie, do you want to go ahead and give Jack and Quinn their gifts?” Ellen asked at neither Luke or Rosey in particular but Luke got up to grab their bags.

“Please pull them out simultaneously, that way you’re both reading at the same time. The other can’t blurt it out until you know the other has comprehended.” Ellen explains. Jack and Quinn share a look because pulling out a jersey each and a card tied to the tag.

“Thanks for getting me my own jersey!” Jack chirpped. Then saw the note and his eyes fell on uncle instantly. His eyes were flipping between “uncle”, his baby brother, and older brother.

“Quinn. You?” Jack whispered.

“I’ve got it, but I need a minute. Please.” He choked bit.

“Q? Are you…mad?” Rosey whispered.

“No. I’m not mad. I’m just shocked…. I mean? Wow. Little Lukey. Is going to have his own little Lukey or little Rosey.” Quinn smiled. “And I’m an uncle? I get to see the kid but I can give it back. Best. Thing. Ever.”

Everybody around the table laughed at quinn and his over excitement. Rosey relaxed a little bit. Luke felt much more at ease now that his whole family knew. But what he didn’t realize was the stress only intensified when it came to baby shower planning. He’s just glad he didn’t have to attend.

#cay chats✿#-> timeless asks #: ̗̀➛ answered mail #dad! luke Hughes #luke hughes #luke hughes au #luke hughes x oc #quinn hughes #jack hughes #< if you squint #cay writes #it’s midnight I wrote this I’m sorry #queued

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egoistnana · 2 days ago

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SOME OF YOUR LOVE

;; in which yn’s famous friends introduce her to long time crush itoshi rin! 🪽💌🥂

itoshi rin x f!reader ;; 🪄🐆🫀🌟 ;; masterlist ;; prev ;; next

warnings: will be slightly suggestives at points, all characters are aged up and most characters may or will be ooc.

2; friendsgiving

of course you had to wear something at least somewhat skimpy if you were gonna see rin for the first time tonight. you didn’t know if this was gonna be your first and last time seeing so you needed to make somewhat of a impression.

you finished touching up your makeup and hair once the clock hit 8:30. you double checked yourself in mirror. you had to admit that you looked good and hoped rin would think the same.

you heard your phone chime and knew it was karasu saying he was at your house. you walked out your door after getting your purse and placing your lipgloss in there. you felt the cold breeze and immediately regretted not bringing a jacket to prove your point of looking good.

“someone’s cold” karasu scoffed while getting out the car to open your door.

“what a gentleman karasu” you said before hugging him.

“whatever man just get in” he said while returning the hug.

you smiled at him while pulling away and got into the passenger seat. karasu closed the door and walked back to the drivers seat.

“how longs the drive” you asked while connecting to aux.

“15 minutes” karasu said while looking through the back window and placing his right hand behind your seat.

you quietly put on some music while conversing with karasu.

“you excited to see rin? i mean hell- you can definitely tell” he said while looking down at you and your dress.

“just wanna make a good impression” you replied while shrugging.

karasu looked at you before looking back at the console to follow the gps directions. once you pulled up to bachiras house you took out your phone from your purse to open the camera app. you reapplied your lipgloss while karasu touched up his hair.

“okay let’s go” you said after smacking your lips.

karasu got out the car first and once again opened your door.

“okay seriously what’s with opening my doors” you said while getting out and straightening out your posture and dress.

“gotta let the ladies know im a good man” he said while grabbing your purse and closing the door. he handed you your purse and you took it into your hands.

“they’re gonna think we’re dating karasu” you scoffed while walking up to bachiras house.

“they always do” karasu sighed.

you two walked up the stairs and karasu knocked. while being greeted at the door by bachira karasu put his hand on your lower back though bachira wasn’t the only one who saw that. bachira pulled you into a deep and warm hug.

“im so glad you could come yn! you look so good” bachira said while smiling.

“thank you bachira you don’t look so bad yourself” you giggled while you both pulled away.

bachira greeted karasu and welcomed you both into his house. it was very nice and spacious. you spotted reo with nagi and chigiri with kunigami and what seemed to be rin. you felt yourself tense up once you noticed he looked over to your way after chigiri called your name.

“yn!” chigiri said as you walked over to him.

“hi chigiri, hi kunigumi” you said while giving them both a hug.

“oh- uh hi im yn” you said while looking up to rin.

“im rin” he said in a monotone voice but even then it made you feel something.

“nice to meet you” you said while smiling up at him.

“you as well” he said leaning back on the counter.

“hey dude” you heard karasu say to rin.

rin waved at him slightly before drifting his attention back to you. you didn’t notice since you turned your back to face him while talking to nagi and reo. they both had cups in their hands and you knew they were already drinking.

“you want some?” isagi offered you some while holding a cup towards you.

“no sorry i don’t drink thank you though” you politely declined as he put the cup back on the counter.

something about that made rin more intrigued in you. that and the fact that you were one of the few girls there.

rin had moved past you and sat down at the table next to chigiri and kunigami. the two were talking about irrelevant things that didn’t matter to rin. he looked at his phone before looking back at you. you were talking to karasu while playfully pushing him. with that he immediately assumed the two of you were either dating or talking. the playful banter and you two coming in together made it set in stone in rins mind. he didn’t care though. right?

a few minutes pass and everyone was sitting down at the table but you. you were in the bathroom and by the time you came out everyone was talking and eating. fortunately the only open seat was next to rin. you walk over to the chair.

“is someone sitting here?” you asked while one hand tapped his shoulder and the other pointing at the chair.

“no” he said while turning over to face you.

“okay” you replied while smiling at him and sitting down.

“you aren’t gonna eat?” he asked when noticing you were the only person without a plate.

you shook your head.

“im not hungry i ate beforehand” you said while playing with the rings on your fingers.

he hummed in response while looking at you picking at your rings and nails. he noticed your medium length dark red nails and your jewelry.

isagi and some other boys were asking rin questions about his life and only one certain question made your ears perk.

“do you a girlfriend?” you heard a girly voice ask.

“no and i’m not interested in one” rin said while not looking at the girl but at his phone.

a part of you felt relieved he rejected the girl but the other part of you felt upset since he wasn’t looking for one.

the girl scoffed silently and walked by to the counter to get a drink after that.

a few hours past and a lot of the boys were either tipsy or drunk. karasu sat next to you and rin and sighed.

“im gonna have to drive them home” karasu complained while throwing his head back and rubbing his face.

kunigami dragged karasu to get up after that leaving you and rin completely alone at the table since the rest were in the living room.

the silence was slightly awkward since you two didn’t know each other.

“you don’t drink?” you said after gulping and building up the courage to talk to him.

“no never really liked the taste or the idea of it” he replied while looking beside you.

“what about you?”

“me neither, i’ve never tried it though” you replied while nodding slightly.

after a while of silence and the both of you on your phones rin got up to use the bathroom.

karasu dragged you to get up with him.

“where’s your sweet rin?” he laughed.

you sighed and shrugged. you sat down in the living room with otoya and karasu.

“i haven’t seen you in forever yn” otoya said while giving you a side hug.

“i know karasu has been hiding you from me” you said while returning the hug.

while catching up with otoya you noticed rin come into the living room and smile at him due to the both of you locking eyes.

he gave you a small smile in return and sat next to a boy with light blue hair.

“i think that’s the last guy you would ever want to get with” otoya said before drinking out of his cup”

“what why? i don’t even wanna hear it from you you’re the biggest slut ever” you said while rolling your eyes.

“i’ve been telling her that” karasu chimed in.

“celibate final boss- not even celibate he’s just girlfriend prone, always throwing away his chances with baddies to focus on soccer” otoya said while placing his cup down.

“thats never stopped anyone though” you replied.

“it should stop you” karasu said annoyed.

after a few more hours the clock hit 1:45 am you, karasu and a few others he was taking home said your goodbyes to everyone.

“leaving without his number” karasu said while walking out bachiras house.

“shit you’re right” you responded. in panic you went back into the house and looked for rin. when you spot him saying bye to bachira you came up to him waiting for him to finish up.

“yeah?” rin said looking down at you noticing you went up to him.

“could i get your number?” you asked while batting your eyelashes at him unintentionally and holding out your phone slightly.

rin looked at you seriously and took your phone. typing in his number his other hand ran through his hair.

“thank you- bye!” you said hurriedly while leaving quickly to go back to karasu.

at the end of the night you succeed talking to rin and getting his number.

authors note!

LOOONGG CHAP. im keeping u lovelies fed 🥰🥰

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harryspurpleloofah · 1 day ago

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Love You To The Moon And Back

Summary: Harry is a pilot who spends about 15 days each month away from home. He’s returning back from his flight to NYC and his wife decides to give him a nice surprise at the airport with their baby daughter. (Pictures aren’t mine)

TW: heavy talks of sexual content, first bit is just fluff, dom!H, implied sex the next day

“Hello passengers this is your pilot, we will officially begin our descent into London in just a few minutes. Make sure your seatbelts are buckled. The toilets will now be unavailable. Cabin crew please prepare for landing. Thanks.”, Harry announced.

He had wanted to be a pilot since he was old enough to know what a pilot was. He had known all throughout school, when his friends were contemplating whether they should be pop stars, actors, footballers, lawyers, engineers, doctors, he wanted to be a pilot.

He had studied so hard for this and he had succeeded. He’d been a great pilot for a few years now and he simply loved it. He felt so good knowing he was helping people reach home, or new opportunities or come back home to their families. Or maybe even just a holiday.

The job paid well. And he enjoyed it. And he felt like he was absolutely set for life when he set eyes on the gorgeous woman who boarded his plane that one day to Venice. As if by fate, they were staying in the same hotel and Harry may or may not have called in sick for work to spend a few days on ‘holiday’ with this stunning lady.

They got along really well and started a bit of a long distance thing. And now they were married and had a beautiful baby girl. And that’s all Harry could think about as he started the landing process into London. Home sweet home for him and his wife. He felt a smile adorn his lips as soon as he caught a glimpse of Heathrow’s runway. He loved landing here because he’d be going home to his small beautiful family.

After the passengers had gotten off the plane, Harry and his copilot Niall soon got off with their luggage.

“Can’t wait to get home. It’ll just be Marley and me.” Niall said

“Did you seriously make your dog Marley just to make a pun everytime to talk about her?”

“Maybe.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head. “When’s your next flight?”, he asked

“Next Tuesday. To Las Vegas baby.”

“You’re staying at a hotel there?”

“Right outside a big casino can you imagine?”

“Wow mate aren’t you lucky?”, Harry smiled. He was happy for niall because he knew he liked that stuff. But Harry knew that himself personally, he wouldn’t be going anywhere else, Vegas or Paris if his wife and baby weren’t there.

He soon waved bye to his copilot and decided to get himself a coffee before he started heading home. He sipped on his latte while he people watched a bit. He got a few stares here and there from people who were in awe of his pilot uniform to which he just flashed them a dimple full grin. A few kids came up to him to ask him questions about being a pilot which he gladly answered.

He soon threw his drink in the nearest trash can and started walking towards the exit. As soon as he did, he spotted her, his stunning wife standing there holding a sleeping baby on her hip. The adorable little thing was wrapped up in layers upon layers to shield her from the sharp cold of London in late November, her mother rocking her own designer black trench coat and high neck with boots.

Harry smiled immediately upon seeing them. He basically ran over to them. Even if it was just a week and a bit his missed them both dearly. He’d only just gotten back to work after he took some time off for their baby girl but now he was back on track he had to work even harder to squeeze in some daddy daughter time with the little minx.

His wife, oblivious to him sneaking up behind her now, was gently rocking their baby, helping her get to sleep a bit despite the bustle and chatter of the airport. He gently wrapped an arm around her from behind. She panicked a bit but then instantly recognized him.

“Oh-hi!” She turned around and gave him the tightest hug she could manage while carrying a baby in a literally snowsuit.

Harry peppered her face with kisses before turning to the little version of him. Her hair was starting to properly come in now and her eyes were greener than he remembered seeing even though he had only seen her a week and a bit ago.

He chuckled, “don’t you think she’s a bit warm in that honey? Even in the cold?”, he pointed out

She shook her head, “we can’t take any chances. You know my friend’s baby was this age when she got really serious pneumonia!”

He thought for a second, slightly losing his joking tone before smiling again, “baby just because some baby did doesn’t mean ours will instantly get pneumonia from not being in a snow suit for a second.”

The baby let out a little cooing noise as she started to fuss. “Look..” Harry said, “little love’s getting annoyed baby. She’s in like five layers taking off one won’t do anything.”

Her mother sighed, “fine.”. She got the baby bag she had sling over her shoulder and began taking of the snowsuit and putting it in the bag instead. The child squealed in joy and freedom and began kicking her legs in excitement.

The baby was so happy in Harry’s arms, always cooing and giggling. Never grumpy like the attitude she gave her mummy. She chuckled slightly, “see? I promised we’d see daddy today didn’t I?” To earn an approving kick from the baby girl.

Harry smiled at his two wonderful girls and gently took his wife’s hand while still holding their baby on his hip. “Come on love, let’s head home now.”.

After they had put the baby down for the rest of the night, Harry went to have a nice warm shower to loosen up after the long flight. His wife waited patiently on the bed. She was used to his lifestyle now. Not seeing him for a certain number of days per month was hard but the sad truth of his job. It didn’t mean she missed him any less.

She was hoping for at least some form of intimacy tonight. Not a hard rough fuck but maybe some oral? She just really missed him. She couldn’t explain how turned on she was at the airport when he first came up to them. How his uniform wasn’t tight enough to be weird but fitted enough to show off all his best features. And the way he smelled like his expensive Tom Ford cologne even after a long flight. She just loved it all.

She was still settling into him being back at work after his parental leave for a few months. And it didn’t help she’d always been quite nervous about planes. And now her husband flew at least one every day for half a month.

Harry got out of the shower, wearing a pair of sweatpants. His towel was around his neck. He made his way over to their closet and fished out a black shirt to wear on top and then continued drying his hair with the towel. After he got it to stop dripping at least, he gave up and just let it air dry.

He crawled back into bed with her. “Hi love.” He mumbled. She smiled back and watched him for a bit. Did he look like he was in the mood? Not really. Did she have to ask?

“Baby?”, she began

“Mm?”

“I really missed you.”

“Aw sweetheart I missed you too. And the little bub. Did she cause you trouble?”

“Not really.”

“That’s nice honey.”

She didn’t know how to start the conversation. “Are you up for sex?” She asked bluntly.

“Darling I am so up for sex. Just not now. M’so tired baby honey I just wouldn’t be able to give you my all.”

“Oh-ok yeah that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Wasn’t planning on worrying.” He smiled

“Good.”

He moved closer to her. “Don’t you worry though. Just let me get my rest tonight and we’ll drop the little bub to my mum’s house and I’ll have you all to myself to do whatever I want with.”

She felt the wetness pool at her legs at just that. She managed a nod. He smirked, “yeah? You’d like that?”

She nodded again. “Words baby.” He reminded.

“Yes I would.”

“Good girl.”

She almost moaned just from the expression. God she was horny.

“You’re so good for me everytime love aren’t you?”

“Yes Harry…”

“Exactly. Can’t wait to fuck you tomorrow. Gonna bend you over every surface I find.”

“H-..”

“And you’ll love it till the very end because you’re so desperate to have my cock in that greedy little hole. Aren’t you?”

She nodded. He tutted, “second time you’ve made me remind you. Use your words.”

“Yes..yes I want you.”

“I know you do sweet girl and I’m gonna give it to you. Hard and rough, slow and tender whatever you want you’ve just got to say the word.”

“Please..”

“Look at how desperate you’re getting..”

“I know…”

“Mm..no use getting yourself so wet if you’re not getting anything tonight is there? Unless you were planning on touching yourself in which case..”

“No-I-I wasn’t. I didn’t touch myself the whole time you were gone. Promise.”

“I know I know. You’d never lie to me would you?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Oh I know darling. Not having my cock in you is too big of a risk for you and your greedy pussy isn’t it?”

“Harry..”

“Moaning my name won’t do anything lovie. Not getting anything till tomorrow. Try and get some sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He gently kissed her cheek, his demeanor softening, “my angel. I love you to the moon and back baby.”

“Love you too Harry.”

“Goodnight,”

“Night.”

#harry styles #new writers on tumblr #fanfic #harry fluff #fluff #harries #new writing blog #reqs open #fluffy #harry smut #smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine

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tinkaaabutt · 18 hours ago

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she likes a boy.. caitlyn.kiramman

The city hums with life, the warm glow of lanterns casting Piltover in golden hues. Caitlyn Kiramman leans against the cool stone of the balcony, her sharp blue eyes tracing the skyline. You’re beside her, your voice animated as you recount some story from earlier that day—about him.

You don’t notice how quiet Caitlyn has grown, nor the way her fingers tighten on the railing whenever you say his name.

“…and then he just smiled like that,” you say, laughing softly. “You know what I mean? Like… really smiled.”

Caitlyn forces a small chuckle, but her chest feels heavy. She knows that smile, the one you’ve described before—gentle, disarming, the kind that makes your eyes light up when you talk about him.

“He seems… nice,” she says carefully.

You glance at her, brow raised. “Nice? That’s all you’ve got? You haven’t even met him yet.”

She shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. “I’m sure he’s… fine.”

You laugh, a sound Caitlyn usually treasures but now finds slightly painful. “You sound so suspicious! He’s not a criminal, Cait.”

“Good to know,” she says dryly, though her lips twitch into a smile despite herself.

The conversation lulls, and you both look out at the city. Caitlyn can’t stop the thoughts tumbling through her mind—the way you always speak so freely with her, how your laughter feels like sunshine on a cold day, and how, for a moment, she’d let herself think you might feel the same.

But you like him.

“Do you think it’s stupid?” you ask suddenly, breaking the silence.

Caitlyn blinks, startled. “What?”

“Liking someone so much,” you say, your tone softer now. “Like… I barely know him. What if I’m just being ridiculous?”

Her throat tightens. She wants to say yes—that it’s silly, fleeting, and that he could never know you like she does. But instead, she swallows the words and forces herself to meet your gaze.

“It’s not ridiculous,” she says quietly. “You deserve to feel that way about someone.”

Your smile is shy, tinged with a vulnerability Caitlyn isn’t used to seeing in you. “Thanks, Cait. That means a lot.”

She nods, her composure steady even as her heart aches.

For a while, neither of you speak. The city’s sounds fill the space between you, and Caitlyn wonders if this is how it will always be. You’ll tell her about the boy you like, and she’ll nod, offering support while burying her own feelings deeper and deeper.

When you glance at her again, there’s a flicker of concern in your eyes. “Hey, you okay? You’ve been kind of… quiet tonight.”

Caitlyn hesitates, the words threatening to spill out: No, I’m not okay. I like you. I’ve liked you for so long, and now you’re falling for someone else.

But instead, she pastes on a small, practiced smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I suppose.”

You don’t look entirely convinced, but you nod. “Maybe you should get some rest. I should probably head home anyway.”

She walks you to the door, her usual politeness masking the turmoil inside her. When you turn back to wave, your smile bright and easy, it takes everything in Caitlyn not to reach out, not to say something that could ruin everything.

“Goodnight, Caitlyn,” you say.

“Goodnight,” she replies, her voice steady.

The door closes behind you, and Caitlyn leans against it, letting out a shaky breath.

You like a boy. And Caitlyn knows she should be happy for you—truly, she does. But as she stands alone in the empty hallway, she can’t help but wish that boy could be her instead.

End.

#caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn x reader #lesbianism #wlw #arcane

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slafkovskys · 8 hours ago

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sid would totally blush when intern reader congratulates him on 600 goals and he quickly has to remind himself to school his features bc other people are around

and saturday’s game was the first game that you had gone to as his guest. he had let you know that there would be a ticket waiting for you if you wanted it and you had battled with whether or not you wanted to take him up on his offer. halfway through the first period, you’re marching out of your apartment and making your way to ppg paints arena.

your seat in the lower bowl placed you in between a couple of older women who took a trip to a new arena every year on one side and a group of frat boys donning utah jerseys on the other. safe to say when the puck left sidney’s stick and flew past the goalie with 10 seconds left on a power play, you were cheering with the girls.

you longer for awhile after, long enough for the arena to almost completely clear out and you really don’t know what you’re supposed to do. did he even want to see you after? the game resulted in a loss and not a close one at all. maybe he wasn’t in the mood for company, you decide. he hadn’t even responded to your i’m here! message.

with a defeated sigh, you adjust your bag on your shoulder and push yourself out of your seat and make your way through the aisle. you barely start up the steps when you hear a familiar chuckle, “where are you going?”

your head turns and finds sidney making his way up the stairs, stopping three below you. “i didn’t-”

“did you think i’d leave you a ticket and not come see you after? don’t you know that i’ve got a habit of wanting to see you?” you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and you cross your legs at the ankle. the water bottle in his hand crunches as he waves a finger around, “what did you think?”

“600, i mean, that’s not light work,” you hum, “congratulations, sid. you deserve it.”

it’s his turn to flush and something flares in your chest at the sight. you were the one making sidney crosby, the sidney crosby who has played over 1000 professional hockey games and just scored his 600th goal, flustered. his free hand rubs over his face and as quickly as the blush appeared it was gone, “i’m glad that you were here to see it.”

“i’m sure i would’ve been planning a party for it soon,” you sigh. you don’t know when you decided to slowly let your guard down around him, to drop the professional act (maybe one of the times when his tongue was down your throat?) but this was fun. “thank you for the ticket, seriously. it was nice to be here and not have to worry about a balloon arch getting popped or an ice sculpture getting broken-”

“i would like it to be known i was not involved in either of those occurrences,” he quirks an eyebrow and you grin. a beat of silence passes between the two of you before he clears his throat, “i think that i’m in the mood to celebrate.”

“i would be.”

“c’mon. let’s get out of here,” he has a smile on his lips when he offers you his hand and you just stare at it for a moment, trying to process his words. sidney wanted to leave, with you, and he wanted to hold your hand while leaving. what? then your suddenly aware of where the two of you were.

while the arena had emptied out, it wasn’t empty. there were still workers lingering and even a few people who you could only guess were family members in the stands and you weren’t immune to their eyes on the two of you. your heart feels like it’s going to leap from your throat as you take sidney’s hand, letting your shoulders drop as he gives it a reassuring squeeze.

this was fine. everything was fine.

#sidney crosby #sidney x younger!reader #i didn’t not mean for this to be this long #so sorry

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petriwriting · 9 hours ago

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You Deserve Better - JJ Maybank X Reader

Requested.

A/N: Not my best work but It was a good writing exercise.

Your boyfriend, Todd, was anything but loving and caring. He had money, so you would get gifts, flowers sometimes, and expensive jewelry. but lately it seemed like you were just an accessory, something to make him look better. someone to bring to family events and parties, although he would pay you no mind once you had been introduced to people. He was also a heavy drinker, and there were rumors that he did drugs when he and his friends went boating together. It started as a decent relationship, he was cute and tall and funny. But lately he had been wrapped up in what you tenderly referred to as "Kook Bullshit."

You were fortunate, you lived comfortably. you certainly didn't come from millionaires. But because of this you were referred to as a Kook, even if you didn't consider yourself to be like the others. You began going to parties and meeting all kinds of new people, particularly a group of Pogues. almost instantly you took a liking to JJ Maybank. His golden blonde hair and sea blue eyes were enchanting, and despite your relationship it was an irresistible temptation. You kept it quiet, and secretive.

You were currently waiting on the edge of the beach with your phone. You opened your phone and were met with its bright screen contrasting the darkness of the night. The wind chill tousled your hair. you searched for his contact. Blondie. and sent him a quick text.

Busy rn?

Nah

pick me up?

otw

You smiled. It was a guilty pleasure, you enjoyed spending time with JJ, he was sweet and funny and he wasn't abusive, or rude. He paid attention to you and listened to you talk. You sent him your location and waited in the darkness for another few minutes, listening to the chatter and music from the beach party that was not far from where you stood. After a while the twinie came rolling up, JJ was driving and he rolled down the window. "uh, Uber for Y/N?" he joked. you laughed and got into the passenger seat. He must not have been far when you sent your location to him.

"So no grand plans tonight huh?" he asked as he drove further from the island towards a more secluded area. "Not interested in the party." you explained. It was lame, some kids had stolen a bunch of beer and were all drunk playing beer pong in the sand. "Where's the boyfriend on this lovely evening?" he asked you. you sighed and looked over at him. It was stupid, but the moonlight made his eyes twinkle... "He's staying in charleston with his friends." JJ nodded. He always asked about Todd. It was strange, but deep down he just cared about you, and wanted to make sure you were in a safe situation. Being a victim of physical violence himself, he hated to see it happen to others. "So he's out of town?" he asked quietly. "Yes." you replied.

JJ pulled up to an abandoned field, mostly dirt and sand. The weather was nice and it was a pretty delicate evening with the moon shining down and the area being quiet, all you could hear were the southern cicada's singing their songs and the subtle sound of waves lapping not far beyond the clearing. You hopped out of the van, and JJ followed suit and helped you on top of the van, where he had just laid out an old beach blanket. He laid on his back and you did the same. looking up you saw how clear and bright the stars were.

"Thanks for picking me up." you begin. "I've had a lot of stuff going on and I just needed to get away." you admit. JJ looks over at you understandingly. His hand brushes yours, barely touching but not holding hands. "It's alright. I get it," he retorts, running his fingers through his hair with his other hand. "I like to get away sometimes too." he says.

For some reason, the air is thick with tension. You'd been seeing each other and hooking up in the twinkie for 4 months now. It became a routine. After several moments spent in silence JJ spoke finally. "I've been thinkin." he says. His voice is straight to the point. "You should leave Todd." he states flatly. Slightly offended, you turn to look at him. "JJ you know why I can't." you say. "Who cares what he says?" he pleads. "He-" you swallow hard, a gulp. "He might hurt me." you admit, your eyes are glazed over, embarrassed almost. "Rafe told me he saw him doing coke with his buddies. They trashed some expensive yachts, and they were high off their asses playing with a gun they found."

JJ is silent for a minute. "You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you right?" he says finally. "I know but this whole thing just feels wrong. What if he finds out?" you continue. "He might try and go after you. I don't want that." you state clearly. "Well he can try, but he won't get to touch me." JJ says confidently. you went back and forth at the idea, you wanted out, but not where you could be hurt. you also felt safe with JJ, you knew that the islanders from the cut stuck together no matter what. You were like an honorary pogue. "fine."

You finally say, pulling out your phone and drafting a message to Todd, he always reads your messages almost instantly, but he barely ever replied. "How does this sound?" you said after typing away for a few minutes.

We're over. I don't want my stuff back. Don't talk to me anymore.

JJ looked over the message, and before you could freak and and be doubtful he hit send. there was a rush of relief followed by panic. "Oh my god." you uttered. "Oh my god!" you said louder. "JJ i'm officially single now." you said. "Yeah, so that means we can get inside the van right now without any guilt?" he smirked, leaning over to you, you had a pit in your stomach but you kissed him anyway.

#reader insert #my writing #x reader #jj obx imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank x you

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sturnswrites · 12 hours ago

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terms and conditions

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

⤳ you move in with the triplets after losing your apartment prompting a "roommate agreement". after having a tricky relationship with matt, some of the rules being to blur...

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Your apartment was practically falling apart, but it was your falling-apart apartment. The peeling paint on the walls, the leaky faucet in the kitchen, and the loud radiator were all tolerable quirks in exchange for your independence. At least, they had been—until your landlord decided to sell the building.

He gave you a thirty-day notice to pack up your life and leave. Thirty days. You’d scoured every listing, called every friend, and considered living in your car for a hot second. Nothing worked.

That’s when Alyssa, a mutual friend of yours and the Sturniolo brothers, threw out an unexpected suggestion.

“Why don’t you just move in with Chris, Matt, and Nick?” she said casually over coffee one morning, as if the idea wasn’t completely absurd.

You nearly choked on your latte. “What?”

“They’ve got a spare room,” she explained, shrugging. “I’m pretty sure it’s just storage right now. And you know Nick—he’s the nicest person on the planet. He wouldn’t let you live on the streets.”

Sure, Nick was nice. Chris was funny. And Matt... Well, you and Matt had always had this weird energy. You weren’t exactly close, but you ran in the same crowd. The idea of living with him felt... complicated.

Still, you were desperate.

The sound of your suitcase wheels dragging up the Sturniolo’s driveway felt oddly ominous. You’d spent the past week couch-surfing and praying for a miracle, but this? Moving in with Matt Sturniolo and his brothers wasn’t exactly what you’d pictured as your “fresh start.”

The door swung open before you even knocked.

“Y/N!” Nick’s grin was so wide it was almost comical. He looked genuinely thrilled to see you, stepping aside to usher you into the house. “You’re here! Welcome to chaos.”

You gave him a nervous smile, dragging your bag inside. “Thanks for letting me crash here. I promise I won’t be a burden.”

Nick waved me off like the thought was absurd. “You’re not a burden. Chris’s already planning a ridiculous ‘roommate initiation,’ and Matt—”

Nick stopped mid-sentence, his eyes darting toward the stairs.

You followed his gaze to find Matt leaning against the banister, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “Matt is what?” you asked hesitantly.

“Matt is... adjusting,” Nick said with a forced smile before walking off to grab Chris.

Adjusting? That was one way to put it. Matt’s dark eyes were fixed on you, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.

“Hey,” you said finally, your voice softer than you intended.

“Hey.” His tone wasn’t cold exactly, but it lacked the warmth that Nick had greeted me with. “You sure about this?”

The question caught you off guard. “Sure about what?”

“This,” Matt said, gesturing vaguely to the house. “Moving in. Living with us. Sharing space. It’s not exactly... peaceful around here.”

You lifted an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Are you sure you’re okay with it? Because you seem less than thrilled.”

Matt exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, it’s not personal. It’s just—”

“Matt!” Chris’s voice boomed from the hallway as he appeared with a soda can in one hand and a mischievous grin. “Stop scaring her off before she’s even unpacked!”

Matt rolled his eyes but stepped aside, letting Chris take over.

“Y/N, you’re gonna love it here,” Chris said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Nick’s an angel, I’m hilarious, and Matt is... well, he’s Matt.”

“Gee, thanks,” Matt muttered, retreating toward the kitchen.

Later that evening, you found yourself alone in the kitchen, unpacking groceries you’d picked up to contribute to the house. The place had a comfortable lived-in feel—fridge magnets from random trips, mismatched chairs around the dining table, and a faint smell of laundry detergent in the air.

You were halfway through stuffing a bag of chips into the pantry when Matt walked in, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

“Stocking up already?” he asked, his tone bordering on teasing but still cautious.

You shrugged. “Figured it’s the least I could do, since you guys are letting me stay here.”

Matt leaned against the counter, watching you for a moment. It was the kind of gaze that made your skin prickle—not in an uncomfortable way, but in a way that felt like he was dissecting every detail.

“You don’t have to try so hard,” he said finally.

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he said, setting his glass down, “this isn’t some trial period. You’re here now. You don’t need to prove anything.”

You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or annoyed. “Thanks for the pep talk, but I’m not exactly used to relying on other people.”

Matt smirked faintly. “Yeah, I can tell.”

His words stung more than you expected, and you bristled. “Look, I don’t know what your problem is with me being here, but if it’s going to be an issue—”

“I don’t have a problem,” he cut you off, his voice calm but firm. “I just don’t think you realize what you’re getting into. Living here isn’t going to be easy.”

You took a step closer, meeting his gaze head-on. “I think I can handle it.”

For a moment, the air between you two felt charged, like neither of you were willing to back down. Then, just as quickly as the tension had built, Matt smirked and shook his head.

“Alright, Y/N,” he said, grabbing his glass and heading for the door. “We’ll see.”

“Alright, ground rules,” Matt said, sitting stiffly on the couch. He had that look on his face—the one that said he was tolerating this against his better judgment.

Nick sat cross-legged beside him, practically buzzing with excitement. “This is going to be so fun! Like a sitcom but real life!”

“I give it three weeks before we’re all at each other’s throats,” Matt muttered under his breath.

Chris, lounging in an armchair with a soda can in hand, grinned. “Nah, I'll give it a month.”

You stood awkwardly by the coffee table, feeling like an intruder. “Look, I don’t want to mess up your vibe or whatever. If this is a bad idea—”

“It’s not!” Nick cut in, shooting Chris a pointed look. “You’re staying. End of discussion.”

Matt rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he sighed and grabbed a notebook off the table. “Fine. But we need rules. Ground rules. Non-negotiable.”

Chris sat up, suddenly interested. “Oh, this is going to be good. Like a ‘roommate agreement’?”

Matt nodded, clicking his pen. “Exactly. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

“No stealing food from the fridge without asking,” Chris declared, waving his pen dramatically. “Unless it’s something I don’t want anymore. In that case, you’re welcome to it.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “How about just ask first? Easy.”

Matt, who had taken on the role of unofficial scribe, wrote it down without comment.

“Rule number three,” you said, smirking, “No entering each other’s rooms uninvited.”

“Rule number four,” Nick added, grinning, “No hooking up.”

You groaned. “Seriously?”

Nick shrugged innocently. “It’s for the good of the household.”

Matt’s pen paused mid-word, and he glanced at you before finishing the sentence. “It’s practical.”

Chris snorted. “Yeah, definitely practical. You can’t hook up with me either, Y/N. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, laughing despite myself.

Matt didn’t laugh, but when your eyes met across the table, something flickered there—something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

By the time you all finished, the poster board was filled with a mix of serious rules and ridiculous ones. Chris insisted on adding “No touching my Pepsi cases” while Nick demanded “No pranking me unless I deserve it.” Matt, of course, had the final say on anything involving his personal space.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Nick taped the poster to the fridge. It was ridiculous and chaotic—much like the three of them.

“Welcome to the madhouse,” Chris said, clinking his soda can against yours.

Matt stayed quiet, watching you from across the room. You couldn’t quite read his expression, but you got the feeling he was still wary about this whole arrangement.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” you said softly, meeting his gaze.

He hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Just don’t break the rules.”

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#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader

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suempu · 2 days ago

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Hello, I love your writing!! For a Kabru prompt, how about casually telling him one day that his eyes remind them of a blue sky, and it cheers them up on cloudy days? He has so many negative thoughts associated with his eyes, he deserves to see them in a sweeter way. I hope this request works, thanks!

i love soft kabru i love him. thank you for the request !

set in post canon

kabru drops into a chair with a sigh, head leaning back as he runs a hand all over his face.

locking the bedroom door before trailing behind him, you chuckle before caressing his shoulders. “oh, how they’ve worked you to the bone, my dear advisor.” you stand behind him, fingers trailing up towards his cheeks before massaging it.

blue eyes meet yours as he nuzzles into your palms, reaching towards your hand to hold it closer to his face. “i’m exhausted.”

you smile at him in concern. so rarely does he show how tired he can become, how affected he is by the troubles of life. you’re happy that he feels so comfortable with you to show his vulnerable side.

taking a deep breath, you retreat from his hold to find a seat in his lap. brushing the hair back from his forehead, you press a gentle kiss to his jaw. “whenever i’m feeling down… do you know who pops into my mind?”

“it can’t be me, can’t it?” kabru laughs tiredly, head lolling against the chair’s cushion.

letting out a dramatic gasp before putting a palm over your mouth, you let out a wail. “what a mind reader! it’s actually laios.”

he rolls his eyes before pinching your side, making you shriek. kabru laughs and rub at the spot in apology.

“it seems that the advisor has regained his energy.” you grumble out as you’re embraced into his chest with an arm around your waist. kabru kisses your cheek inbetween chuckles, cooing into your ear.

you huff before settling into the space where his neck met his shoulders.

“it’s you, obviously.” you murmur quietly. “its always you… you and those dumb eyes of yours. you and your stupid, pretty face. and that nice voice...”

”you think my eyes are—“

”beautiful…” you cut him off with a grin. “and so fucking bright.” his mouth clamps shut, looking contemplatively. “they remind me… of a clear sky. a saturated blue, devoid of clouds… the kind you see in spring, with flowers in a field.” your voice is quiet, almost embarrassed by what you’re saying.

”It helps my mind declutter whenever i’m feeling overwhelmed or heavy.” kabru looks shocked and flustered, unconsciously holding you tighter. “it’s a reminder… that no matter how tough a situation looks… i’ll have you.”

he sucks in a breath, pressing his cheek into your temple. the fact that something as small and simple as his eyes could bring you such comfort and reassurance. he wonders why it’s so easy for you to crawl into his chest and find a home in his heart.

kabru is rarely speechless. but when he opens his mouth, so desperately wanting to say something in reply— he can’t make out any words. can’t rearrange all his emotions into a coherent sentence. his being is filled with you. filled with an immense wave of affection and peace, gratification, love, comfortability. all of himself… was you.

he stammers, a few bouts of breaths leaving his mouth before your hand comes up to tilt his chin, mouth stretched upwards in reassurance.

kabru responds with a smile of his own, bright blue eyes glassy when you curl into his form, inching deeper into his heart.

#kabru x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #kabru of utaya #dungeon meshi fluff

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quickdeaths · 2 days ago

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Masaru Yaguchi sat up, wearily, wiping blood from his face and then drying his hands on his clothes. On shaky legs, he pushed himself up, only to nearly be knocked from his feet once more as he felt arms clamp around his waist. "Masaru-nii!" Bleary vision wasn't enough to keep him from recognizing the dark-haired girl with glasses and the familiar address. Lightly forcing her hands away, given how sore he was, Masaru took the moment to study her face.

"You're... Anzu?" She nodded empathically. "Anzu," she agreed, making a circle with her hands. "Not △△ anymore," she added, using her fingers to form an X. "Okay," Masaru mumbled with a gentle nod, before looking past her to Juzo Sakakura half-dragging away his little sibling. "And that's..." "Shinobu-chan." "Right. Shinobu." It was unfamiliar on his lips, but not unpleasant. He sighed, looking to Sonia running after the two of them, and then over to the crowd, where he could pick out Haruna standing watching.

"I really fucked up coming here today, didn't I," he murmured with a soft sigh, not really expecting from an Anzu any kind of response. "I've got to go try and take care of this before I accidentally do any more damage." Anzu looked at him like she was worried. Still such a sweet kid. "Are you sure? You look like you're about to fall over, Masaru-nii..." "It's fine," he said, forcing a smile and a wave of his hand. "The older sibling has to take some responsibility. Ah, and speaking of, tell your sister..."

Tell her what, exactly? Hi? Sorry? He didn't even know where to start, and besides, running away was how he dealt with most things. "Nevermind." He shook his head. Anzu frowned. eyes flicking back towards the crowd before looking at him again. "I mean, I think Haru-nee really wants to talk to you." With another sigh and another shake of his head, Masaru pushed his hair out of his face in some vain attempt at keeping blood from matting it. "I don't think it's a good idea, and I've got to go deal with that," he said, gesturing towards Shinobu and Sakakura. "But, it was good to see you, Anzu-chan. Thanks for still being Shinobu's friend."

Nearly stumbling as he took a few steps forward, he stopped first at Sonia's side. He wouldn't easily catch up to Sakakura anyway, so he'd just have to hope that his former junior would stop when he asked. "Nevermind-san." Masaru knew he didn't look very presentable, with blood smeared on his face and his jacket, but there wasn't much he could do about it. "Thanks for the tour, and the conversation. Sorry that it turned out like this." From how she'd cried out, and called after Sakakura at first, she must have been close to his sibling, too. Maybe really close, but, that wasn't really his place to pry, was it?

"Don't let this tarnish your opinion of Shinobu too much, though, alright?" He offered a weak smile. "Living in that house takes a heavy toll." Especially if Shinobu had ended up here. They hadn't trained in archery at all, so their father must have crushed Shinobu under pressure to try and make a diamond capable of attending Hope's Peak Academy. "I guess we just dealt with it in different ways." Not that he could blame them. Who knew what would have happened if he'd stayed? "Anyway, it was nice to meet you, and I appreciate you showing me around. I think I'll probably leave after I get this straightened out, as much as I can, so I guess your job here is done."

Even knowing he wouldn't catch up without Sakakura stopping, Masaru started after him, calling out with a hand raised. "Sakakura-kun! Hold on a moment!" Sakakura grunted as he slowed, then stopped, then slowly turned around. "Yaguchi-san." Masaru weakly laughed. "I guess you're too old to still be calling me 'senpai.' Sorry, but, can I have a minute with my sibling?" Sakakura didn't give him any obvious answer, but neither did he move away, so Masaru decided to take that in the affirmative.

Shinobu was barely standing themselves, blood practically gushing from a nasty forehead wound from where Sakakura's knuckles had split the skin. The right side of their face was clean, though, and Masaru could see the scar sliced across their cheek. No prizes for guessing where that came from, he thought to himself. "Shinobu," he started. "I can see that you're angry, and I'm sorry about whatever's happened to you since I left. You don't have to forgive me right now, but..." He reached out, putting his hand on their shoulder. "You should know that whatever is happening in that house, you don't deserve it."

They looked at him, then angled down their face and bit his wrist. Like a wolf tearing flesh from a kill, they jerked back, ripping open his arm, and then spitting the blood that coated their lips and teeth back in his face. "Die." "Dammit," Sakakura grumbled, pivoting and driving his fist into Shinobu's stomach, causing them to spit blood and saliva into the air before going fully limp over his arm. "You really didn't have to do that," Masaru mumbled with a wince. "It's not a big deal, Sakakura-kun."

Sakakura didn't seem to have any need to explain himself, and Masaru supposed that wasn't a point he could contest. "I'm not pressing any charges, and if it makes it easier, you can say whatever you want about how it got started to make it look like my problem, not Shinobu's." Masaru sighed as he looked at his wrist, dropping blood from where Shinobu had sunk their teeth in. He could do that much for them, couldn't he? "And get them looked at by a nurse? You always hit so hard, Sakakura-kun."

Shinobu's school bag was on the ground, dropped from where they'd first seen Masaru, and Sakakura lifted it up, Shinobu unconscious thrown over his shoulder in a loose fireman's carry. A notebook tumbled out of the front, skidding across the ground, though Sakakura didn't look like he cared about retrieving it. "If you don't want to get wrapped up in this and make it a big deal, Yaguchi-san, you should get out of here." Masaru nodded. "Fair enough. Consider me gone, then." And with one final wave towards Sonia, he began to leave.

It was then that the pain she'd felt began to fade. Sonia had half-mumbled a 'thank you' to those who had helped her up, but her focus was elsewhere. Not of the bruises she'd likely develop or the crowd's commotion. But of the fact that Shinobu had insisted the situation, the fight, was a family affair.

Sonia looked over the man she'd been escorting around campus: through the blood and swelling in his features, she noticed a similar jawline, similarly shaped eyes, a beauty mark in the exact same place on their faces. Shinobu's hair was a deep shade of red, clearly dyed, while his was left as a more naturally-occurring shade, and yet they were undeniably related. His reflexes were sharp like hers, but his gaze was softer, kinder, less intimidating. He lacked the pressure, Sonia realized, that Shinobu was under, and in return he smiled, entirely unconcerned with the obsession of talents that Hope's Peak had. Maybe he had been an Archer at one point, but from his distinct absence from Shinobu's home the time she was permitted to visit, she had a feeling he was an archer for the Yaguchi family no more.

It was then that Anzu had pushed through, Sonia so deep in her thoughts that she barely noticed her make her way through the crowd. But her efforts to dissuade Shinobu were equally in vain. She felt frozen in place: if even Anzu had no effect on stopping her, what chance did anyone else have? Shinobu was in a fit of rage that seemingly no one understood, including her brother, and yet she refused to stop. She wouldn't, likely until he stopped breathing. That second year student had gone to get help, hadn't he? She couldn't imagine what the school's Board of Governors would think of this-

But all thoughts of verbal punishments, suspensions and expulsions and the like, were silenced as a larger, burlier figure than Anzu's made his way forward. And unlike her, the crowd parted easily for him: Sakakura-sensei was intimidating even just standing still, but with anger and disappointment over his face? Even some of the alumni shivered, and they might have very well been his classmates. But niceties and barked orders were ignored in favor of Sakakura's fist being firmly planted in Shinobu's cheek. Harder than her brother may have retaliated in defense. Perhaps even harder than Shinobu herself had thrown at him.

But hard enough to bring Shinobu Yaguchi down, a shriek ripping out of Sonia's throat before she even realized she was screaming. "SHINOBU!" She cried out, causing several turned heads to look at her, assuming Sonia Nevermind was just another one of Cold Prince Shinobu-kun's many fangirls. Not that Sonia paid any heed to the stares: her hands were clapped over her mouth in shock. At Shinobu's defeat, at the fact she'd just screamed her given name, terribly rude and informal, loud enough for the entire courtyard to hear.

"Wait, hold on, what are you doing!?" She demanded. She probably should have seen to the elder Yaguchi, as she'd been responsible for showing him around campus. But for the meantime, she passed him, bleeding and bruised and likely bewildered about what had just happened, to reach out for Juzo Sakaura's free arm. His other hand was occupied in dragging Shinobu to her feet, presumably to haul her off somewhere the visiting alumni would not have to interact with her. Considering she'd beaten one of their own to a near pulp, it would only tarnish the school's image further to keep her around. "Where are you taking her, Sakakura-sensei?"

"It's none of your business, Princess!" He shouted back, forgoing the respect of utilizing her last name as teachers were supposed to. Frustration barely held back, he seemed to be in no mood to deal both with an angered Shinobu Yaguchi and a girl with way too much power and authority showing a large amount of concern for her. A call from Sonia Nevermind's parents was enough to make every school staffer's life hell, and if Masaru Yaguchi decided to press charges against his own sister, well...the Board of Governors would make things difficult for Kyosuke Munakata.

And Jin Kirigiri, but that was beside the point.

#morethanaprincess #c; the sun-slaying arrow #c; the heroine of a thousand faces #long ass reply with tons of dialogue #anzu doesn't get POV here 'cause she's only a small part of things #and shinobu doesn't get POV 'cause her internal thoughts are just #die die die kill kill kill #but hopefully there's enough for Sonia to respond to #50/50 on shinobu getting dropped in Mikan's lab #I think this is probably pretty close to winding down unless Sonia wants to check in with Anzu

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