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keikikait · 16 days ago

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ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ (ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

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pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader (not au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 3k

summary: you're his safe space after stressful days in the outer banks

warnings: friends with benefits, light angst, no outright smut but it's mentioned/suggestive so read at your own risk, cheating??, i promise i don't actually hate sofia, i haven't finished s4 yet so i don't know everything, pining, soft rafe comes out for like four seconds, not proofread

a note: this is my first fic for outer banks! i don't think i slayed with this...

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Ever since Rafe met you a year ago, he’s gone to you after everything.

Whenever he’s angry, or stressed, or feeling downright homicidal, he comes to you. He knocks three times on your apartment door before you let him in, pulling him into your arms. Sometimes he doesn’t even knock the third time before you’re throwing the door open and grabbing his hand. It’s almost as if he steps into a portal into another dimension with the way he immediately relaxes in your presence, everything rolling off of his shoulders as he wraps his arms around you. You’re always so soft, and you always smell so good, like that expensive perfume he got you for your birthday.

You’ll hold him for as long as he needs, rubbing his back and lightly scratching his scalp with your nails, it’s the least you could do considering he pays for them every time. He just has one rule. You can’t kiss him. And it’s so hard not to. It’s hard not to grab him and kiss him while he’s thrusting into you, hand on your throat. It’s hard not to kiss him when he rushes inside your apartment, angry tears in his eyes with blood on his knuckles after losing his temper on someone.

You spend most of your nights waiting for him. Sometimes you stay up all night, waiting for those three little knocks. You spend most of the time asleep on your sofa, hoping he would come to you instead of her.

Sofia.

At first, he told you Sofia was just a friend, which turned into a friends with benefits. He told you there wasn’t anything serious going on, and that she was just a girl he kept around when he was bored, that she was good for his ever decaying image in the Outer Banks. And you believed him. You fucking believed him. There was a little part of you that wanted to occupy his brain, be the only living space in his head. And when he’s filling up his lungs with a cigarette or some weed he bummed off of Kelce, you wanted to be the only name that’s under his breath.

You didn’t know the truth until you saw her Instagram post. Her account was private, but you managed to get your follow request approved on your burner account. You spent far too much time scrolling through her never-ending posts and stories, looking for a glimpse of him. You had decided to check her account while eating your breakfast this morning, the spoon clattering out of your hand when you saw her newest post.

It was a photo of her and Rafe, lounging in his new house, with the caption; ‘Soft launching an almost year-long relationship. Happy 8 months, baby!’

Your oatmeal was shortly discarded. You crawled back into your bed, cancelled all of your plans, and decided to hide away from the world until you got over him.

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It was almost 10 PM when you heard the three little knocks.

Rafe stands on the other side, hands shaking slightly. What was taking you so long? He bangs twice more before you finally open the door.

You hold the door open just wide enough so he can see you, keeping your hand firmly on the doorknob. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He doesn’t sound like his usual self. He sounds drained, the bags under his eyes more pronounced than usual. He’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a hoodie, a gold chain around his neck that glitters in the light. It feels like forever before he speaks again, eyes not meeting yours. “Can I come in?”

You should say no. You should turn him away. You were the other woman, after all.

But you let him in, stepping aside, biting the inside of your lip.

Rafe sighs, relieved. He really didn’t want to stay somewhere else tonight. Quietly, he slips past you, going straight for your sofa. He plops himself down, immediately kicking his shoes off and burying his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. You shut the door and lock it, hesitating before walking over to him, standing next to the sofa. You almost move to sit next to him, nervously picking at the skin around your thumbnails.

He doesn’t notice you hovering over him, too lost in his own head. He looks like a complete mess. Rafe is usually so put together, always straightening his hair until it’s just right and tugging on the sleeve of his designer sweatshirt if it’s even a centimeter out of place.

“You okay?” You eventually say, and you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth. You shouldn��t have even let him in.

“What do you think?” His tone is bitter, but you can tell there’s no real bite behind it. He still refuses to look up, his fingers lacing together and gripping his hair almost painfully.

“Don’t do that.” You immediately say, reaching out and grabbing his fingers. “Don’t rip your hair out.”

He flinches for a moment, not expecting you to touch him. He glances up at you, his gaze meeting yours for a second before he looks away again, his shoulders slumping a little as all the fight leaves his body. Rafe doesn’t pull his hands away, instead he just moves them out of his hair, allowing you to hold his hands.

He looks so disheveled it almost hurts.

You sit down, continuing to hold his hands. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t respond at first. Instead, his thumb brushes against yours, absentmindedly. “We got into a fight. Me and Sofia.” He admits quietly. It shouldn’t make your heart leap into your throat, but it does. You shouldn’t be happy that he and his awful girlfriend are fighting.

“I’m sorry.” You say, brushing your thumbs over the back of his hands.

He sighs heavily, leaning his head against the back of the sofa. “It just… It didn’t use to be like this, y’know? We were just friends, and we were just messing around.” His tone is bitter, almost annoyed. “Now she wants me to be her boyfriend and everything is… different. And I don’t like it.”

Your eyes widen ever so slightly. At that moment you feel a glimmer of hope, that maybe he didn’t want to date Sofia, and that he actually wanted to be with you. “What happened?”

Rafe closes his eyes as he tilts his head towards the ceiling, like it’ll help him remember. “She was nagging me all day. Nag nag nag. I was trying to work, she wanted to go on a date.” He pauses just for a second to take a deep breath, his brow furrowing slightly when he releases it. “She started being a brat. ‘Oh, but you always make time for her!’” He says the last part in a high-pitched mocking tone.

“You can talk to me, if you want.” You slide your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. “You’re always welcome here.”

Rafe stares at your interlocked hands, biting the inside of his lip. He hesitates for a second before giving your hand a small squeeze. “I told her I didn’t feel like going on some stupid date, and she started acting like a baby. She said… she said if I wasn’t going to act like a boyfriend, I shouldn’t get to have all the benefits of having a girlfriend.” He says the last part with a scoff, anger making its way into his voice again.

You squeeze his hand. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

Rafe finally looks back at you, his brow furrowing again. “Yeah. I don’t want to be home with her right now.” You didn’t know they lived together.

You hope it means as much to him as it does to you that he’s staying here.

You lead him into your bedroom, pulling out the spare clothes that he keeps here. He changes in front of you, as he always does, and you have to stop yourself from staring. Part of you feels guilty for letting him stay here while his girlfriend was at home, waiting up for him.

You start to overthink. You want Rafe here. You don’t want him to go home, especially not to her. But you don’t want to be the other woman, you don’t want to make an enemy out of Sofia. “Rafe, maybe you should--” You start to say before he suddenly grabs you, throwing you onto your bed and climbing on top of you.

“Don’t.” He interrupts you, pinning your wrists to the mattress as he moves in to lay between your legs. He looks down at you, his brow still furrowed. “I don’t want to talk about her or hear her name. I just want to forget about her.” He leans down towards your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin. “I need you.”

“You have me.” You say softly.

He shakes his head. Something in him shifts as he starts tugging on your shirt, trying to pull it off of you. He seems desperate, desperate for you and to feel your skin against his. “You don’t get it.”

You lift your arms so he can pull your t-shirt off. “You need me, Rafe, and I’m here. I’m always here.” Your expression falls, growing slightly worried as you see his eyes turn red, tears starting to well up.

Rafe shakes his head, the motion almost desperate. “No,” he answers, his fingers tracing the soft skin around your ribs. “I need you. I need you in a way that I’ve never needed anyone before. I need to be so close to you that we’re a single being. I need my skin against yours with no boundaries between us. I need��”. He slowly pushes you onto your back, moving to hover over you as his hands continue to roam, moving to caress your sides and hips. “I need to feel you against me,” he whispers. “I need your skin on mine until there’s no way to know where you begin, and I end.”

You’ve never wanted to kiss him so bad. You reach up and cup his face, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. "You have me, honey. In every way you want. I'll always be here."

He presses his face against your palm, closing his eyes and nuzzling into your touch, chasing after the gentle sensation of your hands against his skin. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing as his eyes open again to meet yours. He presses closer against you, his forehead dropping to rest in the crook of your neck. He lets out a shaky breath. “Baby,” he whispers, voice cracking slightly before he stops, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he tries to hold himself together.

“What?” You ask softly, your hand moving up behind his head.

“I… I can’t take this anymore.” Rafe presses himself even closer against you, his entire torso pressing against yours as his arms wrap around your middle, his fingers tracing the skin of your back. “Sofia.” He says her name like it’s a curse, his grip on you tightening. “She’s controlling and clingy and demanding. I have to go where she wants, do everything she wants, and I can’t say no to anything, or she throws a tantrum. I hate it.”

“Don’t think about her.” You say softly into his ear, rubbing the back of his neck with your thumb. “She’s not here. I am.”

“I know,” he whispers, and the words come out so close to him moaning that it sends little sparks directly to your core. “God, I know. You’re all I can think about. You’ve been all I can think about since I met you.”

A moment of silence passes between you, only the sound of his ragged breathing filling the room until he speaks again, sounding more desperate this time. “Kiss me, please.”

Your eyes widen, your heart almost stopping. “What? But Rafe, you told me I couldn’t.”

“I don’t care.” His voice is firm, his hand moving up from your back to cup your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes are dark, the deep blue practically black in the low light of the room. “Please. I need to feel something that isn’t her against me. I need to feel you. Kiss me, please, kiss me, please—” His words break into a desperate plea, his hand pressing against the skin of your back almost frantically.

He sounds so desperate, it makes your heart ache.

You cup his cheeks and kiss him, going softly at first.

Rafe immediately melts into your touch, his entire body relaxing in response. His hands start to roam again, his fingertips tracing the curve of your waist, the skin on the underside of your thighs, the flesh of your back. He can’t stay still, touching every inch of you that his hands can reach as he kisses you like the taste of your mouth is the only thing that will save him from drowning. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip, begging you to give him more as he pushes your legs open. He grinds himself against you, reaching down to pull your panties off. He pulls away before ripping the soft purple cotton in half, shoving the remnants into his pocket. He sits up on his knees, tugging his sweatpants down, smirking at you when your eyes linger on his bulge.

He tugs his boxers down and goes to climb on top of you again when you stop him. “Condom, Rafe.”

That stops him in his tracks, his eyes widening slightly and his cheeks turning pink as he looks down at you. “I didn’t—“ He swallows hard, his throat bobbing obviously as he looks almost guilty. “I didn’t bring one.”

“Dresser.” You say. “Top drawer, by the socks. Big box of ‘em.”

He immediately scrambles off of the bed, his fingers trembling slightly as he pulls open the drawer, digging through it before finding the box. He picks up the box, his fingers drumming against the lid for a moment before popping it open. He glances at you as he pulls one out, tossing the box onto the floor next to a discarded sock without bothering to shut the lid. “How often do you bring guys back here?” He asks, more accusatory than he intended for it to be.

“Not for other guys.” You say. “You just never bring any.”

“Oh.” He seems to relax a little at that answer, swallowing hard and looking almost sheepish as he turns around, holding it up between two fingers.

He looks so handsome walking over to you, now.

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Rafe fucks you so good, you almost tell him you love him.

Your legs are still shaky the next morning as you make your way around your kitchen, preparing some breakfast. You hear him padding through your apartment before coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest against your back. You lean against him as you cook, reaching up with your free hand to cup his cheek.

You sit in comfortable silence.

Until Rafe’s phone dings.

He sighs, pulling it out of his pocket. He opens the message and reads it, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Something wrong?” You ask.

“It’s Sofia.” He says.

You tighten your grip on your spatula. “Is it?”

“Yeah,” Rafe sighs, kissing the back of your head. “I gotta go home. I promised her a brunch date on the mainland.”

You freeze, but just for a second. “You’re going back to her? Even after what we talked about yesterday?” You turn the stove top off and set your spatula down, turning to face him.

“Yeah. She’s my girlfriend.” Rafe says.

You’re speechless. Were you being delusional last night? Did you dream it all? “But… I thought you said that you didn’t like being her boyfriend.”

“I don’t.” Rafe says, sighing. He tilts his head slightly. “She’s good for appearances, for my reputation.”

“But you don’t need her to have a good reputation.” You argue. “Just try to not fight every Pogue you see, and your reputation will skyrocket.”

“You don’t get it, baby.” Rafe says, starting to get defensive. “I need her. Whether you like it or not, I need to play pretend with her.”

“But is it worth it?” You ask. “Is it worth being unhappy?”

“I’m always unhappy!” Rafe says. “I’m kinda used to it, sweetheart.”

You scoff. “Are you unhappy with me?”

“No, of course not.” Rafe says quickly. “Don’t be stupid.”

You sigh. “Rafe, I just don’t understand your reasoning.”

“It’s just for appearances.” Rafe says. He can feel himself getting angrier and angrier, but he has to hold himself back, stop himself from snapping at you. He reaches up and tugs on his hair again. “God, what do you want from me? What do you want me to do, huh?”

You suck in a short breath. You haven’t seen Rafe angry in so long, you almost forgot what it was like. “All I wanted was you.”

Rafe purses his lips, looking away. He takes a shaky deep breath, counting to four before releasing, a trick you taught him. He takes a step towards you, watching you flinch slightly. “No, don’t…don’t flinch, baby. You know I’m not gonna do anything.” He reaches out, cupping the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair before pulling you closer. He kisses your forehead before sighing, leaving his lips against your skin.

“It’s just for appearances.” He whispers. “I promise.” He kisses your forehead again before pulling away, cupping your face. “I’ll be back tonight, okay? Please promise me you’ll stay up.”

You nod.

Rafe sighs, lightly squishing your cheeks, his voice low and soft. “Words, sweet girl.”

You shiver, leaning closer. “I promise I’ll stay up.”

“Good girl.” His voice is almost a whisper as he pulls you closer, kissing your forehead yet again. “I’ll be back soon.”

He leaves as quickly as he entered, shutting the door behind you.

You let out a shaky breath before turning the stove top back on and continuing to cook.

You were going to stay up. You would be stupid not to.

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part two is here!

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blingblong55 · 11 months ago

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The tiny problems- 141

Based on a request:

I've had this brain worm for the last 2 weeks and I cant get it out. Do you think you could write something with Cod G/t? I'm thinking like a fic with a tiny!y/n, ghost, soap and gaz and giant!price. Maybe something like Price finding little borrowers in his office taking things off his desk? Thank you sm! I love your writing so much!! P.s. I might be sending this same cod g/t kind of prompt to other authors as well. I WILL BE CHANGING THE PROMPT! I just want to see everyone's take on cod g/t. So if you're uncomfortable with multiple authors also writing something maybe similar to this, I understand and you can just ignore this. Thank you🩷🩷 ---- GN!Reader, tiny/giant au, tiny!RN, tiny!Soap, tiny!Gaz, tiny!Ghost, gentle giant!Price, fluff, platonic!relationship ----

A/N: I Fell in love with this idea so…here I am

It is unique, to be Price and live in a comfortable home and have his kind of problems. He lived alone, far from society, and in the woods, it was cosy. Cosy cabin, with delicious food, and a nice fireplace. What more could a man his height need?

Every day, he would sit on his desk, and read the local newspaper and some books. He would laugh or shake his head when he would read some paragraph. Little did he know, he had some of the cutest and tiniest infestations in his home. Ghost, Gaz, Soap and R/N, tiny humans that live in the woods and who have found a home in the Giant Man's home, Price. As the day went on for John, he noticed a few things move around his home. His coffee mug, reading glasses and bonnie hat, all moved around his home.

At night, he heard something move and he rushed to look around his home for any intruder. And then he saw it, his hat moved across his desk and a little foot could still be seen. He sighs, a baseball bat in hand, he lifts the hat and the four tiny humans scream. Price is about to swing the bat when he puts it down, "What the hell-?" he kneels and looks at the tiny humans on his desk. Soap has R/N hidden behind him, Ghost guarding Gaz. "What are you doing here?" Price asks softly. "We needed shelter for the winter." Ghost responds.

"Shelter?"

"Yes, the winter is coming and our home was ruined." Soap says.

"hm, and you have been without a home so…you came to mine?"

"Yes and we are sorry for not saying a word but we didn't expect a.. well-" Ghost replies.

"Giant?"

"Yes, a giant like yourself to live here," Gaz says

"Who is the other little one?" Price asks about you.

"Oh this is R/N, they are a little shy."

From behind Soap, you wave at Price. "Look, you all look old enough to be adults, so we'll make a deal, I let you live here as long as you don't go moving my stuff around or disturbing my peace."

"You got a deal," Ghost took his hand out, Price confused gave his index finger to shake hands with Ghost. "So, what are all of your names?" "I'm Ghost, this is Gaz, Soap and R/N." "Right, well, good night." Price walks back out, probably thinking this was just some weird dream after eating that soup for dinner.

By morning, he woke up to the smell of wood burning and after a rush to the fireplace, he found the four tiny humans all cuddled together near a small fire. He sighs and goes to his room for something to cover them all up with. After looking through clean laundry, he finds an old scarf, which he then places on you all and sighs. He cooked breakfast, went out of his way served a small plate for the four humans to share and then whistled. Soap being the first to get startled wakes the others up. "Oi, I made breakfast, you either come or I give it to the dog." And just like that, he found himself helping the four tiny humans to the table.

Days turned to weeks and months. Price eventually stopped rolling his eyes at Soap's jokes or Gaz's questions and soon found himself making little chairs, spoons, plates, beds, and ladders. He dedicated a room all to the four humans who brought purpose to his life once more. As the harsh January winter arrives, he finds that his little companions begin to sleep in his bed. When asked, R/N responded, "You bring us some comfort and…your bed is the cosiest and warmest of all."

These little friends he created became his lifeline, if he was sick, if he was tired, sad, happy, or emotional, they were there for him and him for them. Soon enough, when Spring arrives, Price lets them know it is okay to stay, that they have become a part of his daily life and he would enjoy their company all year round and when he says it, Ghost appears with an offering.

A handmade scarf, made from the tiny hands of his tiny and funny friends. Now, as he finds new things he is passionate about, he also finds new things to love about the world around him. For example, he loves that now, he doesn't have an empty home, there are people he can finally talk to and even though his problems seem different to theirs, the problems all seem to be equal in some ways.

Tiny problems, now becoming his reason to smile and laugh and even the very reason why he finds himself learning how to cook and wrap birthday or Christmas gifts. In this world, there are many problems and sometimes, if John knows he is looking too deep into them, he can take a step back and look at his four favourite tiny problems.

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silentmoths · 1 year ago

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At your beck and call

Its moth, crawling out of the covid cave to drop this and then going back to bed.

wont lie this idea has been on my mind for the better part of a week, but between work and then being smashed by the ol' rona I havent had the energy, plain and simple. but I'm starting to get that back.

sorry if it seems a little rushed, brain wanted it OUT.

Butler! Zhongli x CEO (Afab) Reader.

Nsfw, does this count as office AU? i think it does?, humiliation kink if you squint?, aftercare because even when he's mean zhongli is an aftercare king.

You had never entertained the thought of hiring a live-in personal butler until one of your friends had mentioned it. She’d gone on and on about how her much time having one had saved, and how it gave her the peace of mind to relax every once in a while, a luxury you can't remember the last time you afforded as the ceo of a major company, sure you had secretaries, but they only worked within the firm, and your life?

God you needed a secretary for life.

Even then. It took you a few more months to finally cave and look into it. The agency you find has raving reviews; there’s an interview process, which takes another few weeks for you to finally sit down and do. They ask you many questions about your lifestyle, and what you need out of their service, and then it’s left in their hands.

And so, a week later, you receive a knock at your door.

Tall, sharp features, immaculately dressed.

But his eyes.

Holy shit his eyes.

Molten gold, almost shimmering in the morning light as your new butler bows to you. One gloved hand over his heart.

“Good morning Miss. My name is Zhongli.The agency has analysed your lifestyle and have thus extended your contract to me.” He explains.

Well damn, in the looks department alone you’d be leaving them a five-star review.

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Your first proper morning with Zhongli working for you was…hectic.

Your morning alarm didn’t go off, thankfully your body-clock was pretty on point, but still, you’d slept in ten whole minutes, throwing off your schedule.

You barely even noticed that your clothes had already been laid out in the bathroom as you whirlwind through your bedroom to get ready, simply picking up the neatly folded pile as you went.

You resign yourself to a breakfast smoothie as you flurry into the kitchen, you simply didnt have any time to cook, and you’d have to clean the blender when you got home-

“Ah, good morning Miss. I trust you slept well?” Zhongli asks as he places down a plate of bacon and eggs at your usual spot in the breakfast nook. You stop, blinking at him with wide eyes.

“W-whats that?” you ask him, brain still not quite with it yet.

“Breakfast?” He counters with a tilt of his head. “Simply one of my duties.”

Right…

Right you had a secretary for your life now…

And fuck, he could cook.

You don't remember the last time you’d sat down, in your own house, eating a hot, home cooked meal for breakfast…usually it was toast, or if you didn’t have time to sit, the aforementioned smoothie that you really hated, but it was better than nothing, because when else would you have time to eat during the day?

But no, breakfast had been made for you, served with coffee and even the morning newspaper. Zhongli looks…immaculate as always, smile on his face as he cleans up and announces he will be awaiting you in the car.

That first day…no, the first week was such a learning curve… between him driving you everywhere, keeping you blessedly on time for your meetings, he also seemed to know exactly what you needed, sometimes before even you knew.

He sometimes appears with a small plate of cookies, and a mug of hot coffee, made just the way you like it, just as your mood was beginning to wane, and immediately you feel better.

As the weeks stretch on and deadlines draw closer, you find that he’s also an amazing sounding board, and your nights become a little less weary with someone else there to fill the silence, even as he silently goes about tidying your home, he’s never too far away.

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Something around the latter half of the year just really made all your client’s extra demanding.

Your staff were overworked.

You were overworked.

You find yourself staying up later and later into the night, going over plans and documents, trying to sort all of this…this mess into something cohesive for both yourself and your poor staff.

You rub at your temples with a ragged sigh. What time was it now? You don't think you want to know…

A soft clink beside you draws your attention to a fresh cup of tea and you startle.

“Oh, Zhongli…I-I thought you’d be asleep by now..” you murmur softly, leaning back in your chair. Your butler simply smiles at you, even now at god-knows-what time passed midnight, he was still dressed in his usual work suit. “You should be too, Miss.” he tells you softly, but not condescendingly, like a worried friend.

“I cant yet.” you sigh, motioning to the armageddon of papers strewn across your desk “I need to get this sorted before the next review meeting but…augh I dunno…I just…I cant concentrate.”

“That would be because you are stressed, and tired.” Zhongli points out, chuckling softly at your side eye before he shifts, walking around your desk to come to a stop behind your chair. “Here… perhaps this will help…” he murmurs more to himself than to you, and suddenly his hands are on your shoulders, lithe, careful fingers pressing into your trapezius muscles. You grunt and wince a little, having been totally unaware of how tense your shoulders had been until now.

“Shh, just take a deep breath and relax.” Zhongli’s deep voice rumbles behind you as he slowly massages at the tension, his hands are gentle, but expert, and it takes you longer than it should to realise that he's not wearing his gloves for this. “Now…tell me what the matter is…”

With another set of eyes, and a clear explanation of what you need, by the time he’s worked all the tension from your shoulders, you’ve finally got a clear plan, and immediately set to work sorting and organising the moment his warm, surprisingly soft hands finally leave your shoulders.

Once all is said and done, you turn to your butler.

“Thank you, Zhongli…I…don't think I could have done that without you here.”

You’re met with a dashingly handsome, genuine smile, and a graceful bow of his head.

“It was my pleasure, Miss. I am here to aid your every whim.”

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Meeting after meeting after meeting.

If you had to speak to one more person demanding things of you and your company today, you were going to scream. The sight of your black sedan, waiting dutifully for you outside the sliding glass doors at the end of the day was almost enough to make you cry as you all but collapse into the back seats with a groan.

“How were the investors today, Maam?” Zhongli asks, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he watches you in the rear-view.

“They could invest in some chill.” you mutter, taking a few moments before forcing yourself to sit up, knowing full well Zhongli wouldn’t move this car an inch until you had your seatbelt on.

“I hazard to say you could also do with, as you say, some chill.” He adds as he easily merges into the busy afternoon traffic. “You’re working yourself to the bone.”

“It’s just another month.” you sigh “investors always get antsy this time of year…”

“You said that last month too, you know.”

“Did I?” you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose “Hey…when we get home…could I have another one of those massages?”

You loathe to admit how…reliant you had become on Zhongli’s ability to get the tension out of your shoulders, ever since that first night when he’d helped sort out your work with you, you’d been asking every other day or so for one, it was just so nice to relax into his care while you vented the day’s frustrations away, or soundboarded with him.

“Oh I think I can manage that.”

“Where would I be without you…?” you mumble softly as you let your eyes shut for a moment, just a moment to rest your aching eyes.

As it stands, that moment ends when Zhongli’s gentle hand on your arm rouses you. “Wh-wassgoinon?” you mumble, looking around.

“We’re home, Miss….you looked like you needed the rest so I didn’t rouse you.” Zhongli murmurs softly, reaching past you to fetch your bag.

He smells of tea, and spices…warm…comforting.

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You groan softly as his fingers press insistently into your shoulders.

“You’re extra tense today…” Zhongli murmurs softly, leaning over to look you in the face “are you alright?”

“I-I…yeah…just…stressed I think.” you sigh, leaning your head to the side so he can get better access to your neck. You’d never admit it, but you were pretty sure at this point you were just craving his touch, you just…didn't have the time for skinship these days, how you’d managed to survive before hiring him? You had no idea.

Behind you, Zhongli hums.

“May I try…something different?” He asks quietly, rather unlike him, usually when he did something, he did it with confidence that you would be alright with it, and so far he’d never been wrong…why ask now? “I think your stress runs deeper than a simple shoulder massage can handle.” he adds when you look over your shoulder at him.

“I mean…I trust your judgement Zhongli…whatever you think I need…” you mumble.

You expect a change in his technique, maybe working a little further down your spine perhaps?.

Not to suddenly be thrown forward, chest pressed against the dark mahogany of your desk by a single,strong hand against your spine to keep you there as you gasp in shock.

“Z-Zhongli!?” you gasp, looking over your shoulder at your calm, gentle butler.

Only to find a sharp, seductive smirk plastered to his lips. His golden eyes are dark, predatory, you should be afraid.

Keyword: Should.

You watch, dumbstruck as he licks his lips, ripping your jeans straight off your legs like they were nothing, his ungloved hand grazing up the back of your thigh, and that touch alone has your eyes rolling back and a half-bitten moan falling from your lips. Gods how long had it been?

“Hmm, needy little thing, aren’t we? Thrown against your desk by your own butler and you don't even have the decency to be afraid?” Zhongli chuckles darkly as he shoves two fingers into you; the mix of pleasure and pain is enough to have your spine arching “Looks like I was right…you do need more than a little massage hm?”

“G-god…please…” you whine, the humiliation of the situation only making you hotter as he roughly thrusts his fingers, occasionally scissoring them to stretch you open, his other hand shifting from your spine to wrap around the base of your neck, holding you still as he works you open.

This new, rougher side to him…you didn’t know you wanted it...but god damn he was driving a hard bargain, plus it’s not like this wasn't something you may have thought about on a rare occasion or three… you’d just expected it to be…slower, gentler, but this? You could work with this.

“Please…? Please what?” he purrs, leaning over to nip at your ear “what do you want from me? I am at your every beck and call.” His words are low, dangerous, but genuine, and you shudder.

“You-!” you choke “please g-god, Z-Zhongli I want you to fuck me-”

One moment there’s fingers, the next moment nothing, and you want to cry, the petulant whine only being held back by the sound of a belt buckle.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing I’m at your service.”

And then he roughly bucks his hips and good gods.

Considering he wore such fitted trousers, where the hell had he been keeping that??

That mix of pleasure-pain is back, but more intense this time; you definitely had not been wet enough, and yet? You wouldn't have wanted it any other way, the pain added it’s own flavour to your desire as Zhongli pins you against your desk, breathing ragged into your ear as he wastes no time, setting a brutal pace from the start that has papers and stationary clattering off your desk.

“So tight” he hisses “how long has it been since you’ve had a good fucking?”

Something about Zhongli swearing like that feels so wrong, but oh, so right in the moment.

For a moment, paperwork and meetings are the furthest thing from your mind as Zhongli shoves you even further onto your desk, free hand hiking your hips up so he can slam into you all the harder, the only sounds emanating within your study are the wet slapping of skin, and your cries of ecstasy.

He’s not gentle, and deep, deep down, you’re glad for it.

You needed this, spending every damn day for the last five years telling everyone else what to do? You needed this…loss of control.

Much like everything else in the last six months, Zhongli knew exactly what you needed, when you needed it, and before you even realised you needed it.

“Whats the matter? Nothing to say?” He grunts into your ear as he grinds himself so deep into you, you’re seeing stars. “You’re always so talkative…”

You can only moan pathetically in response, eyelids fluttering as he fucks you down into the table, his words are harsh, and humiliating, but all they do is draw your orgasm closer, barely even registering what he’s saying.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, one moment you’re seeing stars as your butler bullies his massive cock into you, the next minute your world turns white.

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“Shh, try not to move…I wasn’t gentle with you.” Zhongli’s tone is back to being kind and gentle after…how many orgasms did he just force you through? You’d lost count…all you know was that it had still been light out when he’d first shoved you down…now as he passes by a window with you cradled gently in his arms, it was pitch black outside.

Gentle lips press to your temple as he perches on the edge of the bathtub, holding you on his lap with one arm while he reaches over to get the water started. Wetting a washcloth to clean away a good portion of the mess beforehand.

Your body aches, but in the best possible way. You feel…breathless and comfortable, fuzzy.

You wince as he lowers you into the hot water, your muscles tensing at the sudden heat before relaxing again. Zhongli watches you with a soft look. Even coming off the back end of some amazing sex, he still somehow managed to look stupidly put together, if not even more alluring with his lack of suit jacket; it had been abandoned sometime during round… three you think? One moment it was on, the next moment, you’re being pressed onto your back, the jacket is gone, and he’s rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows and you’re at his mercy.

The lip of a water bottle presses to your lips, his other hand gently supporting the back of your head as you drink.

“How do you feel?” he asks once you’ve drunk your fill for now, like that switch that had turned him from the kind and courteous butler you had known to….whatever that zhongli was, had never flipped at all.

Despite this, you smile at him.

“I feel like…I need to ask you to do that again more often, Zhongli.”

To his credit, your ever-so-handsome butler laughs. It’s a warm, hearty sound, one that fills you with no small amount of joy.

“I am here to serve your every beck and call, I’m sure I can work this into the schedule.”

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dumbasslesbi2 · 11 days ago

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Detective (Agatha x Rio) Detective x FBI Agent AU

Summary:

Agnes was finally put back on a case but what she wasn't ready was for who else would be put on it. Based this off of the first episode but basically took out any and all of the witch stuff. Basically Detective Agnes x Agent Rio

Notes:

Tumblr finally let me post this fic! Please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss so stuff.

Agnes woke up for work the same as she did everyday, with not enough sleep and a raging headache. She always wore the same outfit claiming that it “made it easier”. In reality, she knew it was from her laziness and didn’t have the effort to pick out different outfits daily. Which in fact led her to wearing her usual flannel and jeans as she always did. She went downstairs to get her much needed coffee, while waiting for her machine to finish she was stuck with her pile of files of her ongoing case. She was stuck with a Jane Doe and couldn’t figure out by any means who she could be. Agnes had been wandering all over the town for any clues for weeks now with everything leading to dead ends. She knew it was gonna end up with the chief sending in a third party and if there’s one thing Agnes doesn’t work with, it’s people. She hated having anyone else have control of her cases or have control of anything in her life. The beeping of her coffee machine broke her out of thought and she went to go fill up her thermostat. Finally she was all ready to go back to the station, able to go back to what she was good at and loved doing, solving cases.

“Morning Detective” said the police officers outside the station greeting Agnes back to where she belonged. “Morning boys, don’t get into too much trouble out there” she said back joking at the officers as she used to. Walking through the sliding doors she let out a breathe she didn’t know she was holding. It had been a while since she had been put on a case as big as this one and she didn’t want to fuck it up, not like before. “Agnes! We gotta talk” greeted the chief, walking towards her with an already stained shirt. “Chief we talked about this, if you’re gonna make breakfast smoothies you need to put a lid on, you already have two stains on your shirt” she said walking towards her office. “Oh, thanks Agnes but I ugh…” said the chief trying to get the stains out with a handkerchief he had. “I can already tell, you’re gonna tell me something I don’t like,” Agnes said, stretching in her office chair. “Soil samples from under the fingernails and toenails of the Jane Doe came back. They don’t match the soil she was lying in” he stated, still trying to take the stains out. “That’s no surprise. We assumed she’d been moved.” she retorted, still trying to get rid of a kink in her back. “There were traces of a particular microbial sediment only found in Eastern Europe-" "Now get to the part I’m not gonna like” she interrupted him getting annoyed with all the bullshitting. “Here I am,” a woman behind the chief said. Agnes sat semi shocked but she knew it was coming. This wasn’t just any other third party brought in on her case, it was Rio. Memories hit her back like a freight train, every I love you, every I hate you, and the worst of all, Nicholas.“Okay…” was all Agnes could say, she hadn’t seen her in years and as much as Agnes hated to admit it, she was just as beautiful as the day she left her, if not even more. However, she wasn’t going to let Rio see that.”Fancy dirt always attracts the attention of the Feds” she said, fixing her shirt to make sure Rio didn’t see how pathetic she had become. “Agent Vidal is an asset here, Agnes. More brain power and more resources mean you get to the finish line faster, strength in numbers.Teamwork makes the dreamwork-” the chief said knowing how much this was going to backfire but was once again interrupted by Agnes. “Eat my ass, Chief” she said, hoping he would leave the situation and not add more fuel to her ongoing fire. Rio couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, after all these years Agnes was still the same,still stubborn, still hot headed, still attractive . “I’ll leave it to you then” said the chief, leaving awkwardly.

Rio couldn’t help but scoff a little bit as she went to sit on the couch in Agnes’s office. “It’s been a long time” Rio couldn’t help but say with a bit of endearment. “What are you doing here?” said Anges with a harsh tone, not ready to face her ex-wife. “My job.” said Rio with her usual snarky attitude. “You wanna take control of my investigation.” stated Agnes with pointed eyes. “No” Rio said with a breath still thinking about how they used to be. “If you wanna be in control, you can be.” stated Rio, knowing how much Agnes hated anyone else being in charge of her cases. Agnes couldn’t help but lick her lips, still trying to keep on the topic of the case and not on Rio. “She…” Agnes paused for a bit, getting distracted by Rio. “The body was moved across state lines. Is that your play?” she stated, trying her hardest not to break in front of her ex lover. Rio looked around the room for a bit and couldn’t help but think of how they used to be. “Is this really how you see yourself?” Rio stated, keeping eye contact with Agnes even after getting no reply. Agnes knew the game she was playing, Rio always loved to play games with Agnes but she knew better than to give in right now. “Sure. Let’s talk about the case. What are your theories? How’d she end up in the ravine?” questioned Rio, seeing that Agnes wasn’t going to give in so easily. “No drag marks. Thinking the perp carried her” “Uh… Seems logical. But you don’t really believe that because… Oops.” Rio paused showing pictures from the scene.”No tracks for the perp. Not a leaf disturbed before Forensics showed up. It’s almost like she just magically appeared.” Rio stated, taking a seat on Agnes’s desk. Agnes couldn’t help but scoff a bit “Let’s stick to reality here, yeah?” “Sure” said Rio calmly, nodding her head in agreement. “If there’s one thing we can agree on,it’s that these cases are always about the place. The specific small town,the history of it, the people in it, the secrets buried beneath it. That’s where the answers lie.” she said keeping eye contact with Rio. However, Rio couldn’t help but look away and nod. She took in a breathe, thinking how typical it was of Agnes to not think out of the box. “Well, who better to solve the mystery than one of Westview’s very own? Yeah, you’ve lived here your whole life. Isn’t that true… Agnes?” Rio questioned, keeping eye contact once again with Agnes, hoping that she would at least break this time. Agnes was over it, she was done with Rio’s game. She got up and stood in front of the door, “I don’t want you here” she stated, letting Rio know she was done. Rio knew she was almost there but didn’t want to push it. She got up and started walking towards the door. “Te veo” Rio told her before leaving, she always had to have the last word.

Agnes couldn’t help but still be in the office till late, trying to solve the case. She was getting close to something, she could feel it. However, it just wasn’t making sense, to Agnes it had to be logical and make sense in some way but everything was leading her into unreal or unnatural. There was clues of something dark and sinister behind it but that didn’t work for Agnes. The supernatural wasn’t real or true to her, it needed to be something based in reality. “Go home Agnes” said the chief seeing Agnes was still in. “Iam home” stated Agnes, trying to hone in on a clue just as the light went out. “Hey!” yelled Agnes. “Go home.” stated the chief, not taking no as an answer. So she did just that, tired and achy she put her jacked and badge on the living room table. Seeing Rio had brought back too many memories that she had put away. She couldn’t help but go into a room she had looked at in years. Nicholas’s room. The memories of having him and being so happy with him and Rio came flooding back. Before she could even start crying about it again she heard a knock at her door. Swiftly she closed the door to go see who could be at her front door at this hour. “What” she stated annoyingly as she opened the door. What she didn’t expect was to see Rio, clearly holding something behind her back. “Did you know that it is a universally acknowledged truth that a lady cop cannot be good at her job and have a healthy personal life at the same time?” Rio stated, showing the pizza box she had hidden behind her back. “Hungry?” she questioned.

Agnes doesn’t know why but she let Rio in. At first it was awkward but after a couple beers and some pizza it was like they had never left each other. Rio couldn’t help but stay longer than she wanted to and next thing they’re having more beers and sitting in Agnes’s living room. Agnes sighs and continues her story “So she’s a rookie, granted, but I say to her, “Has the suspect been seen in the last 24 hours?” And she says, “Only on TikTok.” And then I say, “Well, did you learn anything?” And she says, “That I was totally using the wrong foundation brush.”” Agnes says laughing at her own story. Rio laughs along with her but can’t help but be enamored by Agnes, all these years later and she still feels the same way around her. She should equally be upset at Agnes like she is at her for leaving her all those years ago but she never could. She could never hate Agnes, she could only love her. While Agnes is still chuckling she hands Rio another beer and takes a sip. “I have a lead in the case.” Agnes states after a bit of silence. “That’s not why I came over.” Rio stated, trying to see if she could get her to break. After a bit of silence Rio gave up and said “But go ahead.” ”There was a car wreck, about an hour before time of death.” stated Agnes, not ready to face the actual topic of Rio yet.“Where?” Rio questioned, remembering she had an actual job to do sometimes. “Eastview.” “Eastview? See, I thought you turned into a pumpkin that far afield” stated Rio, knowing how much Agnes hated traveling and loved staying in her small town. “Hey, I travel. I’m worldly.” stated Agnes, knowing that it was a full on lie. Rio couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing that Agnes was bullshitting and just had to call her out on it, “Where have you traveled?” Agnes knew she was fucked and couldn’t say anything, Rio had gotten her this time. While Rio enjoyed moments like this, she couldn’t help feel a bit bad for Agnes and changed topics, “Okay, so what about the car wreck?” “Bloodstain in the back seat.” “You think that’s how they moved her?” “Front two airbags deployed.” “Maybe two perps?” “Maybe” Agnes said with a sigh, she knew there was more to it but didn't know what. “But you don’t like it” said Rio, still able to read Agnes like the back of her hand. “My gut tells me they’re related, but I can’t shake this feeling I’m seeing it wrong” said Agnes, still unsure of what she’s suppose to be seeing. “Can I ask you something?” asked Rio, unable to control herself anymore. “Yeah.” said Agnes without really thinking, she was still too focused on the case. “Do you remember why you hate me?” asked Rio holding eye contact. “No” replied Agnes almost instantly. “Are you hiding evidence?” she asked. “No” replied Agnes again almost instantly. “Well, you’re only lying to yourself.” stated Rio, taking another sip of her beer. “What do you-” before Agnes could finish asking her question she heard a noise coming from upstairs. She got up after she heard another rumble and checked her bedrooms upstairs. That’s when she saw the precipitator, “HEY! FREEZE!” she yelled and ran to get them but they escaped from the window. If there’s one thing Agnes wasn’t, it was a pussy so she said fuck it and went through the window. Only problem is that she wasn’t as in shape as she used to be and when getting down from the roof to follow her perp, she ended up slipping from the roof gutter. She didn’t care though, she got up and continued on foot to follow them. Luckily Mrs. Hart was driving and had almost hit them which gave Agnes enough time to get them while they were down and arrest them.

Agnes took him to the station but not without calling in Rio. Agnes doesn’t know why she called her and Rio doesn’t know why she actually showed up but here they both were. At one point in time this was how the two of them were, good cop bad cop. Well in reality, two bad cops just one was psychological and the other was your typical mean cop. “Well, he won’t give his name and he’s not in the system.” Agnes told Rio looking at them through one way glass. “First offense. He take anything from your place?” Rio asked, still not sure why she showed up for this. “No, but not for lack of trying. I think it’s time for a good old fashioned chat with Edward Scissorhands in there.” Agnes said ready to go and do her “bad cop”. “Go get your perp.” said Rio looking to the side, trying to suppress the feelings of old times she was having. Agnes stood there for a minute also reminiscing on themselves before nodding and heading in to get her perp.

“So I’m curious.What compelled you to break into the home of a decorated detective?” Agnes asked as she leaned back on the door. “When you say “decorated”, do you mean suspended without pay?” The teen boy asked while Agnes gave him a pointed look. “Yeah, I know who you are.” He said not caring what Agnes would do to him. “Let’s talk about you, then, you little dirtbag. Is B&E your regular gig?” said Agnes, still trying to put her best bad cop. “Hmm? ‘Cause you’re crap at it.” she said as she walked around the table.”What were you looking for in my house?” Agnes said while putting her files down on the table. “The respect of your peers and a fulfilling home life.But you were fresh out of both.” said the teen boy but was almost immediately on the ground after saying so. Agnes didn’t care anymore about keeping it tamed, she kicked his chair under. Rio grunted, knowing that this would happen and knocked on the glass giving Agnes a finger wave, she knew she always found it cute when she did that. Rio had always been the one who grounded Agnes when she got fired up, she always knew just what to do or say. Agnes put her hands up as an apology and let the teen get back in his chair. “See…The things that you’re roasting me for are the things that make me dangerous.” Agnes told the teen, which was very much the truth. Ever since losing Nicholas and leaving Rio, Agnes didn’t have anyone to control her, which is what led to her small suspension. She was now an untamed fire that stopped caring about anyone and everything. If anything the teen was lucky that Rio was there or else the situation would have taken a whole other turn. “So you wanna keep poking the bear?” Agnes asked him, giving the teen an intense stare that he could not look back to. He was finally intimidated by the detective and Agnes could tell. Her bad cop was finally working.”Good. Now…What were you after?” she asked, wanting to get this over. “I don’t know” he said unsure why he was doing what he was doing. “New question. Where were you last night between the hours of 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.?” she asked not satisfied with his answers. “Asleep. In bed.” the teen told her honestly. “Asleep in bed.” she repeated while writing on a note pad. “Total LOSER? OR TOTALLY LYINGGGG, LET’S FIND OUT” she yelled while overexatrally writing everything on a note pad.”What do you know about this, huh?” she asked, showing him pictures of the body of the jane doe. “Nothing. Nothing!” He yelled looking at the pictures. “Tell me who she is!” Agnes demanded, now getting tired of his incorporation. “What are you talking about? These are just flowers!” He exclaimed, still not sure what she wanted from him. “What?” Anges asked, taken aback from his response.

“They’re just pictures of someone’s front yard or something” He explained, still not sure what answer she would want from him. Agnes looked down, she brought the wrong pictures. She had such a mess of files that she fucked up and brought the wrong pictures. “You got to be fucking kidding me” she exclaimed as she left the interrogation room. “You really got him right where you want him, don’tcha tiger” Rio told her just to tease her a little bit.” Don’t even start right now Vidal” sighed Agnes, still embarrassed from what happened. “Just let the kid go for now Agnes, I really don’t think he’s one of the perps sweetheart” Rio told Agnes, hoping the endearment would calm her down. Agnes sighed, still angered she knew Rio was right, Rio was always right. “Why don’t we let him go, I drive him home and then I’ll take you home, that sound good?” Rio asked in a soft tone that Agnes hadn’t heard in a while, god how she missed this. “Yeah, that sounds good, lemme let him out” Agnes said with her eyes closed, still taking in the whole situation. Agnes went back into the interrogation room “Alright, you’re free to go, Agent Vidal and I will be giving you a ride home, I know you didn’t want to give me your name but maybe you’ll want to give it to Agent Vidal” Agnes told him, holding the door open. ‘What?!? But I- I broke into your home! You chased me and everything?!” He asked in total shocked, ready to be stuck in a jail cell for the night. “Yeah well, I changed my mind, consider this a warning especially since you're a minor” Agnes said not looking at him. “Thank you, you’re not as bad as people say in this town” He said getting up and out of the room.

The car ride was awkward to say the least. After dropping off the teen the car was as silent as could be. Rio pulled up to Agnes house, unsure what to say. “Th-”said Agnes “I-” Rio interrupted, making them both shut up. “You go first, I’m sorry” said Rio. “Thanks for everything Rio. I uh, I missed this” Agnes said, not able to face Rio. Agent Vidal couldn’t help herself and touched Agnes hair, causing Agnes to moan. Agnes couldn’t help herself and turned back towards Rio and hugged her tight as she could. The both of them had been longing for each other’s touch since they saw each other. However, neither of them wanted to be the first one to break. Agnes pulled back and cradled Rio’s face, she noticed her lipstick had slightly smudged and fixed it with her thumb. She couldn’t stop herself anymore, she caved. Agnes moved in and kissed Rio, fuck their stupid game. She didn’t care anymore about not giving in, she broke. After a while they separated. “Stay the night, please” Agnes asked just above a whisper. “Of course” Rio responded, she couldn’t say no to Agnes, she never could.

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic #wlw post #wlw love #wlw yearning #sapphic yearning #agatha harkness #agatha x rio #vidarkness #agathario #rio vidal #agatha and rio #agatha all along #fanfic #fanfiction

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frvmewxrk · 2 months ago

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thinking so hard about writing a kinda saltburn au with thoschei in their academy era.

i think it’s canon that koschei came from a rich and powerful family while theta probably didn’t (depends on which version of his backstory you decide to use ahaha), so they meet at the academy in their first day and they become friends.

and everything is great because they start becoming best friends, doing everything together, they do experiments and hang out, they run in koschei’s dad’s red fields, theta attends the oakdown’s parties as koschei’s plus one

and then people start being like “oh that koschei boy is mad, he is starting to become threatening to the time lords, the drums, he is aggressive bla bla.” and koschei can’t even tell how that starts because wtf? hes just a normal dude (not in his mind, but they can’t know his thoughts). theta defends him with his whole life because “that’s my best friend, he’s the only one that accepted me, i love him, don’t you even dare say that to him.”

and meanwhile he’s the one spreading the rumours about the drums, he’s the one poisoning drinks at the party so the time lords could blame it on his family, he’s the one putting the ideas in koschei’s mind about his next lethal experiment.

and they start getting more and more attached, theta starts sleeping at his house because “i usually sleep in a barn, not many bed in my house.” and he is there more and more often. he starts helping koschei’s mother and he starts hanging around with his father, his siblings already adore him. and he slowly, very slowly, inches towards his goal.

they buy him clothes, because you can’t really hang out with them if you’re dressed badly (and he thinks of the escapes he made every morning to tear holes in his robe and rub the dirt on his body), and they buy him the same things as koschei, because he was using them all the same.

and all while doing that his mind spirals and he can’t help but think “i love you, i wanna be you, everyone loves you just because you’re charming i want to be loved like that too, i want to be effortlessly beautiful, i want to be in your skin, i want to sleep in your bed at night and eat breakfast with your parents, i want to kiss you on the mouth and stab you in the stomach, i want to lick the sweat from your body while you work, i want to have your brain, i want to have your body parts hung around in my room, i love you.”

and then the rock incident happens. but torvic is not the one that ends up dead.

one afternoon theta runs to the oakdown’s family house with blood on his hands and a split lip.

“he killed him.” he yells and no one hears other than the maids, koschei’s parents come running down the stairs. “he killed him and tried to kill me too.”

they find koschei’s body lying next to the river, his head still underwater, there’s another body next to him.

they believe him immediately, because of course they do, and one less is to go.

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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years ago

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mornings｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

(single dad!mechanic!bucky barnes x teacher!f!reader)

i knew i had to write this when @buckycuddlebuddy said these two (1) (2) are from the same au... hope you like it! as always i'm not much of a writer. feedback and reblogs are appreciated ♡ and thank you elif for putting this in my head, i hope it's not that bad

words: 2k

warnings: mention of divorce, age gap (bucky is in his late 30s, reader is in her late 20s), hand kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, honey), kissing, flirting, dirty talk, fingering, eating out, implied p in v sex - let me know if i've missed something ♡

y/n can admit that she likes her job, she really likes her job. she wanted to work with kids since she was very young herself. there was something about being responsible for a new generation, something about being able to influence young souls and brains, teach them what's right, what's wrong and what's truly important in life.

there was also other part that she liked, or should i say loved about her job. james bucky barnes. he was one of her students' father. his daughter was very smart and she was as charming as her dad. y/n knew that he was always flirting with her, or at least when he had a chance to do that.

james had a big crush on her. he was a single father, his daughter was 6 and his ex-wife left them when little cassie was not even 2 years old. he was alone for quite a while now, but if i'm being honest it's not easy being a full time father, having your own car workshop and dating.

one thing about bucky is that he loved mornings. he 100% was a morning person. they were peaceful for him. he wakes up before cassie, makes a cup of coffee for himself and breakfast for both of them. for bucky mornings are slow, it's time when he can relax, read some news, help his baby girl get ready for school. he loves being a father and he is a pretty good one, too. even when cassie was in kindergarten everyone was impressed by how organized bucky is and how much he cares about every detail. cassie was always wearing clean and perfectly ironed dresses, her hair was in two, immaculately parted and made ponytails.

he loved mornings for one more reason - his daughter's teacher. he saw her almost everyday. today was one of those days. the weather was beautiful, it was a sunny morning, cassie was happy and was singing in the car all the way to school.

"miss y/l/n!" she said loudly, almost screamed and waved to y/n.

"hi, sweetie, how are you today?" y/n asked with a wide smile on her face. in that moment bucky felt like he is in heaven.

"i'm good, daddy made me pancakes for breakfast!" cassie looked like she would explode, she was that excited about pancakes.

"that's very nice, cassie" y/n said, laughed a little and looked at bucky "good morning mr. barnes, she's so happy about those pancakes, that makes me believe they are magical or something"

"just made with love" bucky responded, he was a little bit nervous around y/n and that made him feel like a teenager in love.

"well, that's the best and most important ingredient" y/n said and looked in his eyes, they were like oceans, but they were also smiling to her, she felt like she could talk with bucky for hours, just to listen to his voice and look him in the eyes.

unfortunately she couldn't because cassie and her had to go for their classes. little girl held y/n's hand and they both went inside the classroom, the last thing y/n said to bucky that day was "it was nice seeing you again mr. barnes" and that one sentence was with bucky for the rest of the day, because it was more than nice to him seeing her.

next few days were normal, to all three of them. cassie was cheerful as always, bucky was trying his best to be an amazing father and y/n was satisfied with her job and kids' achievements. bucky saw her four times this whole week. somedays he was way more flirty than others. complementing y/n's outfits, her smile, her hair. once he made her breakfast, but cassie was the one that shared it with y/n. bucky was still happy about it - now y/n knew that his cooking was good. and pancakes were only a drop in the ocean of what he was able to do in the kitchen. he was an excelent chef.

next monday bucky was surprised that y/n wasn't at school when he dropped cassie off. he wanted to ask other teacher what happened but he had no time to do that. he had to go to work. today was a busy day for him, he had a few cars to take care of and repair them.

when he arrived to his car workshop he thought his heart would erupt, because what would y/n do here? did she know he worked here? she probably knew that he was a mechanic, there was a chance that cassie mentioned it at school, but there was no way, she knew that he worked here, right?

"um, miss y/l/n?" he asked when he walked out of his car "hi, what are you doing here?"

"mr. barnes! hi, oh my god, you work here?" what a coincidence - was her first thought.

"i do, i'm also the owner" he nodded his head "you need anything? something wrong with your car?"

"yeah, there is this weird noise when i'm driving, i'm afraid it may be something serious "

"we will see" bucky winked at her, he was more confident now, it was his place, he knew what he was doing, he felt like a fish in the sea and he really wanted to help her.

"thank you, mr. barnes-"

"you can call me james or bucky, please" he interrupted her and licked his lips, afraid she may think it's not a right thing to do, he was still one of her students' parent.

"oh, okay, james" when she said his name it sounded like the most beautiful song he has ever heard "you can call me, y/n"

bucky winked at her again and after that he went straight to finding out what happened to her car. she was looking at him, for the first time ever she actually had a chance to look at him for a little bit longer and definitely more intently. he was attractive, there was also something very, very sexy about him working. y/n couldn't focus on anything else but his hands. seeing all the different tools in his hands makes y/n's brain imagine a lot of scenarios. with him and her. she was staring. and he knew that, but it was hard not to stare. his hands were big and veiny, now a little bit dirty too. that was also making her moan in her head. she was daydreaming about james touching her, everywhere. she wanted to have his hands all over her body.

"this is nothing very dangerous, i can fix it in like an hour" bucky snatched her away from her fantasies.

"good" she hummed still looking at his hands, bucky smirked.

"you are staring, you like what you see, sweetheart?"

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't-"

"that's more than okay, y/n" he said it in the middle of her sentence "i like your eyes on me, not gonna lie, i can feel them, they are like electricity. looking at something specific? my hands maybe?"

"i'm not, i'm-" y/n started trembling.

"that's fine, baby, you can have much more of them if you want, all you have to do is ask"

y/n was shocked. cassie's dad was always adorable, in her head he was more than a gentleman, but now? was he offering something? something she wanted? something she shouldn't do?

"what do you mean?" she asked still looking at him.

"i can touch you. i can touch your body, everywhere you want, just say it"

"i- can't, this is not right, james, i'm sorry... maybe i'll leave my car here and come back later?" her heart was pounding so fast, she was nervous "you probably have a lot of work"

"i don't, it's only your car here, i have a lot of time and i'd love to spend it with you" that was a lie, but he didn't care right now, he was closer to her, y/n was afraid he may hear her heartbeat "we can stay right here or maybe go to my office, have a little bit more privacy" bucky fixed her hair and brushed it back behind her ear. his touch was gentle, but his skin was rough.

she knew, they shouldn't do it, but bucky was like a drug and the only thing he did so far was barely touching her cheek and ear. y/n was the one who kissed him first. he kissed her back immediately. bucky's lips were soft and he was really good kisser. shortly after y/n kissing him, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. she gasped in his lips and he chuckled.

"i barely even touched you and you are already melting, baby, i can't imagine what is going to happen to you when you'd feel my fingers on your bare skin"

y/n wanted, or should i say needed his hands on her skin. not only skin, she needed his fingers deep inside her.

"please, i need more" she whined and looked him in the eyes.

"what do you need? my fingers on your skin? touching and squeezing your breasts? maybe touching your wet, needy pussy?"

"fuck, yes- please, james-" her moaning his name made him weak, almost as much as his words made y/n. she had no idea what has happened to her, but she wanted this more than anything. she wanted him. this attractive, confident man and his fingers. right fuckin now.

they were in his office a few moments later, kissing each other with passion and desire. bucky grabbed y/n's butt and seated her on his desk. nobody gave a fuck about all the different bills and contracts that now were on the floor. he started kissing her neck, she moaned louder than she wanted to, but, fuck, that was so hot and it felt so good. she wanted more. and he wanted to give it to her. james was on his knees in a matter of seconds. he unbuttoned her jeans, looking in her eyes while taking them off. y/n's breath quickened.

"i know you want my fingers, baby, but i have to taste you" he said and moaned when he saw how soaked her underwear was. bucky slowly took them off y/n's body and spread her legs.

his lips felt like a dream. she was floating and it was all because of james. his tongue was skilled and he was doing things to her that nobody ever did. when his fingers joined his lips y/n was sure she would cum in just a few seconds.

"this feels so nice-" she moaned again, closed her eyes and also started moving her hips, y/n wanted more "fuck, james, just like that, right here"

his fingers were touching all the right spots. this and him sucking on her clit was almost too much. y/n's orgasm hit her like a truck and he screamed his name, put her fingers im his hair and pulled them, maybe a little bit too hard. bucky hissed, but was still kissing and sucking on her now swollen and sensitive pussy.

"shit, honey, you were so sweet and good to me" bucky said when he was back on his feet. he kissed her lips so she could taste herself. y/n moaned a little "how about you would rest here, i'll bring you water in a moment, later i'd go work on your car and when it's fixed we can do a little bit more than that? i need to feel you on my dick"

and that's exactly what they did.

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Dirty, Dirty Dancing Pt 1 (M)

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 4.4K

Synopsis: The college campus where boyfriend, Yunho, is a visiting dance instructor seems like every other university you've visited until a secret party reveals it's anything but. After a drunken mishap, promising dance student, Hyunjin, is left without a dance partner. Enlisted in helping him before a big audition, you begin to catch feelings for him. Can you help him and maintain a relationship with your boyfriend?

~Admin V

You hadn’t picked up a whole lot before arriving at the guest artist accommodations last night, but you knew Yunho wouldn’t mind a simple breakfast of eggs and toast. You were plating them as you heard him enter the small kitchen.

“Baby, have you seen my black tights? I don’t remember where I packed them.”

Turning with breakfast in hand, you were taken aback seeing Yunho’s appearance. You’d seen him in gym attire, loungewear, and dance clothes more often than other outfits. But for some reason, his loose-fitting black v-neck and gray sweats made your stomach drop.

The question he asked was instantly forgotten. “Hmm?”

“My first classes are pilates and ballet. I need my tights. Are they in your suitcase by chance?"

“Oh, I’m not sure.” You placed the meal on the small dinette. “Let me check.” Focusing on thinking of what was in your suitcase, you passed him to enter the bedroom. Lifting the suitcase to the bed, you opened it and began the search.

Yunho moved beside you, carefully moving things to look with you. He let out a small chuckle.

“Did you find them?” You looked over to him.

He was holding up your small, blue, mountain-shaped vibrator. “I forgot about San.”

Quickly grabbing the toy from him and placing it next to the suitcase, your attention went back on finding the tights. “Well, you’re often busy, and a girl has needs.”

He laughed harder this time. “I know, it’s just been some time since I last saw him. He still gets the job done then?”

“Can you please? I thought you needed the tights for class.”

It was clear he wasn’t looking anymore. “It’s my first day, I can manage in sweatpants.”

The mention of his pants made you look at him. He was looking especially good today, even just in joggers. Shaking your head, you looked at him seriously. “You still need to eat breakfast and then trek across campus to the dance studio.”

“I can make it fast.”

Your glare was humorless. “No, you can’t. You are the king of taking your time. And you don’t have time if you don’t want to be late.”

He reached beside you for the vibrator then waved your toy. “But San can.”

Your stomach dropped further. “Yunho . . .”

He moved closer to you, which made you back up in turn. The lust was clear in his eyes. “Are you saying you don’t want to orgasm before I leave for class?”

No, but if one of you were to be the responsible adult . . . plus you still didn’t find his tights. “Yunho . . .” was all you could make your brain spit out.

“So, that’s a ‘no’ to the orgasm?” He turned back to the suitcase, as if to put the toy away.

On its own fruition, your hand jerked out toward him. “Wait.”

That made him smile. He shoved the suitcase to the corner then practically threw you on the bed, making both of you laugh.

“You’re supposed to be looking for tights,” you whined as he crawled over you.

“You already gave in. You can’t scold me.”

He quickly looked over San before lifting your pajama pants and placing the long edge of the mountain against your clitoris. Happy with the positioning, he turned the vibrator on.

When alone using your toy, you would use the rounded tip of the mountain in circular motions around your clit. That was not Yunho’s method. He kept it solitary, the length of the side covering your clit and then some. It wasn’t what you were used to, which made it feel surprising and new, making your mouth part.

He laughed slightly.

“What?” You searched his face.

“I’m not usually this close to see your expression when you’re being stimulated,” he turned the vibration to a faster speed, “here.”

Your mouth opened wider as a moan sounded out. You reached for his shoulders and gripped them as endorphins raced through your body, warming your toes.

There was something sexy about him watching you, turning your arousal higher, but he wasn’t moving the toy at all, and you craved friction.

“Please, can you move it a little?”

An evil smirk appeared on his face. “No.” He pressed a button, making the vibration speed up again.

You moaned louder, your eyes fluttering shut. Your forehead creased, trying to ease some of the pressure building up. Another cry of delight left your lips when your legs started shaking.

“See, you’re already going to climax, aren’t you baby?”

You focused on the sensations pulsing against you, like ripples in a lake, flowing over your bud, through your core, stomach, out your arms and legs.

A particularly loud cry of pleasure left your lips, causing you to grip Yunho’s shoulders tighter. You inhaled his scent as he leaned in closer.

“Let it out, baby.”

Taking a deep breath, your whole body shook as the orgasm washed over you. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead. Your eyes opened when Yunho didn’t move or turn off San.

A wide grin covered his face. “Less than 2 minutes. He does get the job done.” Keeping San in place, he moved his hand out from the elastic of your pants, took your wrist, and moved your hand over the toy.

“Yunho?”

“You’re going to orgasm for me again, and I’m going to enjoy the wonderful breakfast you made for me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead and got off the bed.

“Yunho!” you whined.

He turned back to you and towards San. “You can’t move him.”

That caused you to whimper loudly. The sides of the toy were sticky from your ejaculate. You pressed it harder against your clit, feeling the second climax rising.

“The eggs are really good, baby.”

You ignored his words, but clung to the sound of his voice to help push you over the edge. He had said you couldn’t move San, but he said nothing about you moving. Your hips bucked up, increasing the pressure and allowing San to slide slightly. A loud moan echoed in the small room.

“Hey, I said you couldn’t move him.”

“I didn’t,” you yelled back at him. Bucking your hips again caused the same movement and you cried out.

“That’s cheating,” his voice was closer now.

Looking over, you saw him standing in the doorway. “Then come stop me.”

You weren’t prepared for him to be next to you so quickly. He held your hips down so you couldn’t gyrate them again. It wasn’t fair that he was teasing you like this before he left for work and you couldn’t do the same for him, which is when you had a realization.

You glared at him. “You’re wearing the tights, aren’t you?” Your legs spasmed as you were getting closer, making you gasp.

His chuckle was genuine as he shook his head. “I really don’t know where they are.”

Moans were coming louder and more frequently.

“Just cum for me, baby.”

And with his permission, the second orgasm warmed your body as the white heat flowed through each limb. Unable to handle any more stimulation, you pulled San from your pants then turned him off, placing him on the bed as you inhaled deeply.

Yunho released your hips and looked at the now white-coated toy.

You felt dizzy and needed to take deep inhales, but managed to concentrate on Yunho’s face. Pulling him out of his trance, you reached for his chin. “To be continued later?”

He looked up at you, licking his lips. “Absolutely.” Shaking his head, he sat on the edge of the bed next to you and rubbed your thigh. “I’ll see you for lunch?”

“Not today,” you shook your head. “I need to be at the dining hall at 1:30 for catering. Apparently, there’s a lot to do before the event tonight.”

“Ah. I’ll see you there then.” He leaned forward giving you two chaste kisses before getting up. “I have to start heading out now, baby.” Turning when he reached the doorway, he smiled at you. “If you want to take San on another round, be sure to keep me in your thoughts.”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at him. “You’re always in my thoughts. Now go to work, you absurd man!”

His laughter echoed in the kitchen as he gathered his things. “Love you. See you tonight.”

Later after cleaning up, you decided to explore the new campus. You and Yunho had been to many campuses since he was often a visiting dance artist at universities. This one was very hilly and next to a big lake.

The school-provided housing was close to the main buildings which were old and made of brick or stone. Being late spring, the trees and flowers were all abloom and the campus smelled fresh. There was a nice breeze as you wandered around. Many pathways were scattered across the front lawn.

You had time before you needed to head into work and decided to walk down one. The path was surrounded by trees so it felt like you were wandering through a forest. As the path went on, you noticed a group of students scattered around with drawing pads in their laps. A professor was walking around, so you assumed this was some kind of outside art class. Only glancing at some of the art before you, you continued down the path.

Now out of the wooded area, the trail led you down to the lake. On a bench was another artist. As you approached closer, you noticed it wasn’t a drawing pad, but a watercolor pad they worked on. The painting was clearly of the lake and bordering foliage, but the colors they used were unnatural and unique. Instead of clean lines, it was more abstract and looked like cloudy edges. You paused behind them to admire their work.

The artist had heard you approach and stop in your tracks. Their head spun in your direction. “Excuse me.” Their words were cold.

Slightly dumbfounded by the deep voice, having previously mistaken their long hair to be female, you blushed, embarrassed at being caught staring. You mumbled a quick apology and continued down the path, making sure to avoid any eye contact.

The path led back to the main buildings. After finding which one the dining hall was, you circled around it until seeing a large dumpster. The door close to it was sure to be the back entrance.

Guessing correctly, there were line cooks and other waitstaff scurrying about. The executive chef’s office wasn’t far from where you entered. After getting his attention and introducing yourself, he took you to a table where a few others were folding cloth napkins and had you join in making napkin tents.

“You’re not a student here, are you?” one of the staffers asked. His deep voice didn’t exactly match his young-looking, beautiful face. Him and another staffer looked at you curiously.

Giving a shy smile, you shook your head. “No, I’m not. I take it you two are?”

“Yeah,” the other grumbled.

His grumpiness in folding made you laugh. He especially seemed out of place since he was built of thick muscle, and should have been put on the duty of moving furniture around for the event.

“You don’t like being a student here?” You smiled at him.

He tossed the napkin into a clear bin with dozens of others. “I like being a student here. What I don’t like is having no control over what work-study we get forced into.”

“Ah,” you chuckled again.

“I’m Felix,” the deep-voiced one offered his hand. You shook it, giving him your name in return.

His grumpy friend also reached to shake your hand. “Changbin.” He huffed after folding another tent and throwing it in the bin. “So, what brings you here at the end of the school year? Here for the visiting dance instructor?”

“Yeah, actually.”

Both men looked up.

“You’re a dancer then?” Felix stopped folding, interested to hear your response.

“Nope. I’m his girlfriend.”

It was comical how their mouths dropped open in unison.

“You’re dating Yunho Jeong?” Changbin was still gaping. “No offense, but then why are you working at this shit job? He’s practically dance royalty.”

The pride you had for Yunho beamed in your smile. “Well, we’re trying to save up so he can open his own studio, and then we can have an apartment above it. Most schools use the same food service company, so it’s easy for me to bounce around place to place doing catering gigs to help save money while he teaches.”

“Wow,” Changbin nodded. “Respect.”

That made you giggle as the three of you continued folding napkins. Once that was finished, supplies had to be moved to another building where the banquet was being held. Then chairs needed to be set up, table clothes laid, and place settings set out.

The chatter was pleasant between you, Felix, and Changbin. Between hearing about the campus and school, and working, the time moved quickly. Before you knew it, it was time to get dressed and cart the food to the building.

Already wearing your black catering pants and non-slip shoes, the school provided you with a black button-down shirt and bright yellow tie. Felix helped you with the tie, and you fixed his long hair so it wouldn’t be in his face as you worked.

Hotel pans were filled with food, chafers lit and warming them, champaign flutes filled and neatly rowed by a desert table, where cakes were already plated and ready to be grabbed. All that was left to do was to wait for the event to start.

You and the other waitstaffers stood at the edge of the room as it filled with students, faculty, and alumni. Instantly seeing Yunho as he walked in, his eyes found you and he gave a big grin and wave.

Waving back, you couldn’t help your blush. As good as his dancewear was this morning, he looked fine in his sports jacket and dress slacks.

“Holy shit,” Changbin whispered. “You do actually know him.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why would I lie about that?”

Before he could answer, the head caterer summoned you all to start rotating with trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks.

You paused and smiled at each guest who wanted to take an appetizer from your tray, waiting patiently as they took their time. Finally, you were able to sidle up next to Yunho.

“Don’t you look dapper,” he grinned, taking in your appearance from head to toe.

“I could say the same for you.”

An entourage of three shorter men stood with Yunho. He politely introduced you to them as his beloved, then focused on each to introduce them in turn. “These are the heads of the dance department, Seonghwa Park and Christopher Bahng.”

Seonghwa was stunningly beautiful with kind eyes and a sweet smile. Christopher was the shortest of all the men, but also had a warm smile for you.

Yunho then motioned to another man with short hair and glasses. “And this is Hongjoong Kim. He produces the music arrangements for each class.”

After you shook everyone’s hands and politely nodded, Yunho explained why you were working instead of clinging to his arm.

Christopher grinned and patted Yunho on the shoulder. “I’ve no doubt when you both reach your goal, that the studio will be a success and worth everything you’re putting into it now.”

The others agreed, making the two of you grin. You wanted to stay and chat, but you had to excuse yourself to continue circulating around the room with the food.

After a few more rotations with different trays and drinks, the banquet began. Luckily because it was a buffet you just had to go around collecting empty plates and refilling glasses.

Once most people seemed to be finished eating, the head caterer allowed everyone to take a break to eat. Instead of getting food with the others, you found your way back to your boyfriend and squeezed his hand.

“Hey,” he kissed your cheek. Dinner was so good. Did you eat?” He took one look and knew the answer was that you hadn’t. He pulled you by the wrist to the buffet where the other staffers were filling their plates. Yunho started loading it with the foods he enjoyed, and then food you wanted.

“You know I can’t possibly eat all of this.”

He didn’t even attempt to look sheepish. “I can help you.”

You led him behind the wall divider which was hiding all the catering supplies to tables where the waitstaff were eating.

Changbin and Felix stopped eating when they saw you and Yunho coming their way. Introducing them as your friends, Yunho shook their hands and greeted others sitting at the table with them, thanking each for their hard work tonight.

He never ceased to warm your heart with how sweet and kind he was. Helping your new friends, you mentioned they’d be in some of Yunho’s classes, which got them started in conversation.

You hadn’t eaten too much when the lights in the room dimmed.

“What’s happening?” you looked to Felix and Changbin.

It was Yunho who answered, “There are going to be some students performing.”

Thankfully, the wall divider didn’t block your view of the events. A spot light shined on the middle of the room on two dancers; a girl with long red hair, and a taller guy. You instantly recognized him. He was the artist by the lake you watched earlier.

An artist and a dancer. That piqued your curiosity.

“Ah, it’s just Hyunjin and Yeji showing off,” Changbin focused on his food, stuffing more into his mouth.

Hyunjin, you assumed, was the man. His hair was pulled back into a half ponytail. He stood in front of Yeji as the music started. Their moves were in sync, but they didn’t touch each other. His moves frequently lowered to the ground when he was in front, then the couple mirrored each other when standing side by side.

It was interesting to you that they didn’t touch at all. Though they did the same motions, Hyunjin’s charisma made him more captivating to you than Yeji, and you found your eyes never left him.

“He’s really talented, right?” Yunho whispered in your ear. “The two of them are auditioning together for a dance company later in the week.”

“Is this the routine they’re doing?”

“I think so,” Yunho stole a green bean from your plate as you both continued to watch.

Their dance was over soon, and other students came up to perform. Your mind was still thinking about Hyunjin and his partner’s dance. Yunho was the best dancer you’d ever seen, but Hyunjin was certainly good. His moves were sharp and deliberate yet so fluid. He had such control over his facial expressions.

Yunho told you he had to go back to the dance department table, but kissed your cheek before leaving you with the other waitstaff.

You looked to Felix and Changbin. “If you’re dancers, why don’t you get to perform like them?”

“Ah,” Felix wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Those are the seniors. We’re underclassmen, so we get stuck with catering duty.”

That made sense, especially since Yunho just mentioned Hyunjin and Yeji would be auditioning for a company. They were about to graduate. It was really sweet to you that they would be joining as a couple. It was like you and Yunho, though you weren’t a dancer.

It wasn’t long before the head caterer came back. Your break time was up, and you all had to start clearing plates and glasses.

With everyone paying attention to the dance performances, it was easy to clean up. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Turning, Hyunjin was staring back at you. His eyebrow twitched as if he recognized you, but couldn’t place how. The expression quickly disappeared. “Could I get a glass of water?”

Smiling politely, you nodded. “Would you like ice in it?”

He was still looking you over, trying to figure out why you looked familiar. “No, just the water is fine.”

Excusing yourself, you dropped your tray behind the wall divider. After finding a clean goblet, you filled it with water and brought it to him.

A line of frustration was in his brow, he still couldn’t place how he knew you. His dance partner walked beside him, clearly excited to see you. “Hi. I wasn’t able to eat before the performance, and I was told maybe you could help me out with a to-go box?”

“Sure,” you led her behind the divider where the extra food was still out, waiting to be wrapped and labeled. Handing her a box, you also found utensils and put them in each dish she wanted food from.

“I saw you with Instructor Yunho,” she prompted.

It was impossible to hide your smile. You knew your boyfriend was awesome, but this school really admired him. “Yes, we’re dating.” You scooped greens into the box.

“Wow, I envy you. He’s such a cool instructor. He offered to help me and my dance partner before we audition for a dance company.”

“Yes, he told me about your audition. Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” she beamed.

Changbin walked by with a full bus-pan. “Hey Yeji, nice dance moves out there.” You could detect a hint of sarcasm and definitely jealousy in his voice.

“At least I got to dance,” she countered. Her eyebrow lifted as she bit into a roasted potato and stared him down. You admired her for not taking any shit, especially from a man.

Grumbling to himself, Changbin set the pan on a cart and went back to clear.

You’d love to know what the beef was between them, but it wasn’t your place and you really needed to be getting back to work.

Once her box was filled, you escorted her back to the main room and she thanked you. Hyunjin was no longer standing in sight. The performances seemed to be over and the room was clearing out.

Yunho found you once again. “The others wanted to go out for a drink. Do you still have a lot to do here?”

“Yeah, it’ll be at least a couple of hours before we’re finished. You go out and have fun.”

He gave a small smile. “Soon we’ll be done with all the hustling and we can go out together for events.”

“I know,” you smiled back.

Giving you a quick peck, then another, he squeezed your arms. “I’ll see you later, then.”

A few guests were still lingering around, but the head caterer gave everyone the go-ahead to break down the event. You, Felix, and Changbin teamed together again.

Savable food was wrapped and labeled and put on a cart. Dirty dishes were stacked as neatly as possible and put on another cart. Felix and you worked to push one back to the dining hall while Changbin handled the other.

When y’all were back at the event, other staffers were doing the nitty gritty jobs, like gathering all the salt and pepper shakers off tables and boxing tealight holders.

That left jobs like taking all the table clothes, wiping surfaces with sanitizers, and sweeping and mopping.

By the time everything was finished, you were sweaty and ready to head home to take a hot shower. Changbin helped you out of the tie this time, and showed you where to hang the catering uniform.

There was another event at the school’s president’s house later in the week, so you told the boys you’d see them then, and parted ways.

You messaged Yunho, but he informed you that he was still out and about. He invited you to come join them, but you felt gross after work and they’d probably be finished by the time you were all showered and dressed.

The night air was cool and refreshing, so instead of heading back right away, you decided to explore more of the campus and follow another one of the paths.

There was clearly a party happening. You could hear the music and see some flashing lights coming from windows in one of the buildings. That’s when you noticed two people on the path adjacent from you, struggling to carry three watermelons. It was very clear they were about to drop the one they were trying to cradle on top in between them. Quickly running up to them, you grabbed the watermelon before it splattered on the ground.

“Need help?” You were pleasantly surprised to see it was Changbin and Felix. They, however, did not share that feeling and looked very panicked to see you. “What, you guys steal these from the dining hall or something?” you joked.

The boys shared a glance, but they weren’t laughing at all, indicating that was very much the case. “Taking them to that party?” you adjusted the watermelon in your arms.

They stared at each other, having a conversation with their eyes, but didn’t say anything. You didn’t particularly feel like standing on the pathway with the watermelon all night and decided to put the watermelon back between them on top of the others they were carrying.

As you turned away, Felix called out to you. “Can you keep a secret?”

Smiling, you turned back and took the watermelon from them again.

Changbin looked at you seriously. “Campus security would kill us if they found out, and the executive chef would probably fire you.”

“My lips are sealed.”

Both boys seemed to deflate with relief as well as not having to carry the weight of an extra watermelon. They led the way to the building. You were surprised it didn’t seem like a dorm. Maybe it was one of the art buildings? As you got to the top floor you couldn’t imagine the two of them trying to carry all 3 melons up the stairs.

At the door to where the party was, Changbin balanced his watermelon in one arm to turn the door handle and push the door open with his butt.

You had seen your fair share of college parties. What you were expecting was drinking and drinking games, maybe a few people playing cards or a board game, some drunken dancing in a corner, maybe even some smoking. What you weren’t prepared to see was not one, but several stripper poles in the room and all of them being used.

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padfootagain · 1 year ago

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Where We Kept Our Magic (III)

How We Met Again

Hello lovelies! Here is a second part for my Muggle!Reader AU!! I hope you like this new scene, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x Muggle!Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter

Summary: You and Sirius meet when you’re still young, and yet you fall head over heels for each other. But everything gets complicated when you learn that Sirius is a Wizard! Now, your whole world has to be reimagined. -This series is made of many independent snippets taken from Sirius and Muggle!Reader’s lovestory –

Word Count : 2175

Masterlist for the series - Sirius Black's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

A couple of weeks have passed, and Sirius misses you. And he hates it. He is surprised by it, too. The feeling has come out of the blue, unexpected and unwanted as it settled in his ribcage, carved his way into his heart.

He doesn’t understand it at all. He’s had only a couple of dates with you, spent two afternoons in your company, and this evening at the concert. He doesn’t know that much about you. He doesn’t know how you drink your tea, what you eat for breakfast, the colour of your eyes under the rain. And it’s making things worse, because he wants to know. He longs to ask you what’s your favourite flower and your favourite colour and how you drink your coffee…

And whenever he closes his eyes, he sees yours, wide open, so close to him, staring into his soul. And he can taste your lips on his tongue again, smell your perfume in the air…

He huffs, annoyed. He’s being ridiculous. You weren’t even together, you’ve shared a few hours and a kiss. You weren’t even his first kiss. Was he yours?

He pushes the thought away, sits up as if it’ll help his brain thinking other thoughts. It doesn’t.

“If I hear you sigh one more time, Pads, I’ll hex you so hard you’ll be sent to Antarctica.”

“You really do have to hang out less with Evans, you’re stealing her silly threats now.”

“I want to punch you in the face so hard.”

“Better, sounds more like you.”

In James’s bedroom, the sun pours in golden hues, fresh and clean and too warm. It almost burns, despite its travel through the windowpane.

Sirius is sitting on the ground, and James is splayed on his bed, a novel in his hand that he disregards in favour of his best friend.

“You really have to see her again.”

“Why? She doesn’t want to see me.”

“She doesn’t want a fling. She literally wants to see you too much for the two of you to be a meaningless fling.”

“And that’s impossible. We’ve been through this already.”

“Clearly we need to go through this one more time, because you’re still mopping…”

“I am not…”

“You are. You miss her.”

Sirius remains quiet, his back resting against James’s bed.

“You should try to see her again.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to look, I don’t know her address.”

“As if it could stop the Marauders.”

Sirius can’t refrain a tender smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. You three are as mad as I am.”

“That’s why you love us so much!” James laughs, nudging Sirius with his knee.

“Fuck off, or I’ll break your kneecaps!”

“And risk mom’s wrath? I believe you.”

Sirius merely chuckles, hiding behind a snicker the way his heart inflated with fondness. James isn’t calling Euphemia his mother anymore, but their mom. True brothers…

“She’s a muggle. We’ll leave for Hogwarts in a couple of months and…”

“Yes, I know,” James rolled his eyes. “You kind of repeat yourself these days.”

“It would be too complicated.”

“Perhaps she’s worth the complication.”

“That comes from a guy who definitely likes complications when it comes to girls…”

Sirius doesn’t finish his sentence, he’s hit by a pillow instead.

“Anyway, what I was saying is… you should try anyway. You’re missing her already.”

“That’s the whole point… what if I fall for her? Like… really fall for her?”

“Your life will get immensely more complicated. And you’ll love every second of it.”

“You and your bloody romantic antics…”

“Ha, yes, I had forgotten how our good old Padfoot is full of cynicism these days.”

Sirius checks the time, and he’s happy to offer a distraction from the current conversation. After all, James and he have to hurry up if they don’t want to be late to meet Remus and Peter at Green Park.

Still, when he’s tying his shoes, he’s still thinking about that smile of yours.

Summer is too warm this year, you wish for a fresh breeze to cool your skin, your head and your heart.

You’re still thinking about Sirius. You haven’t said a word of it to Jackie, besides telling her that it was over, that you were right and that Sirius didn’t want anything serious. It was hopeless, it would remain a silly crush on a stranger at a concert.

Your heart has other plans though. Because it aches just thinking about him. You can feel his lips on yours and your skin burns at the memory. You see his stormy eyes over and over again at night.

You miss him. You hate that fact, but you can’t deny the truth of it. You miss him, you want to see him again. Even if it means getting your life immensely complicated, even if it means letting him break your heart.

You don’t talk about it, though. What would be the point, anyway? Instead, you merely look sadder than usual, look at the sun through your sunglasses even if you shouldn’t, and try to breathe despite the longing in your chest.

Jackie has managed to drag you to Green Park, despite your terrible mood. She even managed to make you laugh, God knows how. You’re thankful for it, even if you hate it.

You’re lying in the grass, Jackie by your side is reading while you look through the branches at the blue sky and the burning sun. Your world is tainted pink by your sunglasses. You love it.

The park is busy, but you don’t mind. The unregular noises around you are numbed by the grass under you, the branches swaying gently, the superposition and mingling of voices. In the end, you barely notice the noise at all.

And it’s all relaxing, and for the first time in two weeks, your mind wanders not towards Sirius’s grey eyes but the shape of the leaves above you and you wonder how soft they can be up there, caressed only by the wind, before their fall.

Your quiet thoughts are interrupted though, by a frisbee landing right onto your stomach. You’re startled as it passes before your face and the next second rests on your abdomen; you let out a little shriek, that makes Jackie jump as well.

You sit up in a hurry, fumbling with the plastic toy. Damn, what kind of idiotic twat is clumsy enough to throw their frisbee on people…

You turn around, ready to throw hands with the culprit… when you’re left blinking instead.

A boy in a dark t-shirt is running towards you, freezing as he recognizes you.

Bullocks…

“Y/N?”

Sirius blinks. Once, twice, thrice, but you’re still here, sitting in the grass. He can’t help the smile that forms on his lips.

You look so beautiful, so adorable with your pink glasses…

“I…”

You look down at the frisbee, hand it over to him in a hurry without meeting his eyes.

“Oh, yeah… sorry about that. James is terrible at this game. He’s wearing his glasses, and still can’t aim for shit.”

His attempt at humour is met by a heavy silence and a terrible drop of his heart.

He looks down, cheeks burning, and not only because of his run. He takes the frisbee with a quiet thanks and is ready to walk away again when…

“Hey! Isn’t that your girl, Padfoot?”

You see Sirius wincing as a tall boy with glasses runs to him, half jumping on Sirius’s back as he comes to a stop by his side.

He shoots you and Jackie a grin.

“Hi! I’m James! And you must be Y/N!”

You nod, but can’t seem to find your voice. Jackie introduces herself, struggling not to laugh at you as you steal glances towards Sirius but look away every time his eyes meet yours. Meanwhile, Remus and Peter have joined the small group, introduced themselves, and are now quietly laughing at Sirius’s flushed cheeks, along with the fact that he can’t look away from you.

He's missed you. So terribly. He was a fool. He wants you so badly. He can recall the taste of your lips, and he longs for it now more than ever.

But he shakes himself out of his trance as he hears Remus asking if they can join you and your friend.

“These idiots have never played frisbee before, and I’m tired of trying to teach them. They’re desperate cases, at this point.”

“Thanks, Moony,” James mumbles under his breath, along with something about talent and a weird word… quid… something. You guess it must be a Scottish sport, as Sirius said he went to school there.

Why is he going to a school so far from home though?

You shake yourself. You don’t care. You don’t care about Sirius, about his friends, about their school, or about how the sun shines on Sirius’s magnificent eyelashes. You are about to decline the offer when Jackie grins and accepts… the traitor…

And you hate the rest of this afternoon. You hate it because everything goes smoothly. Sirius’s friends are a little weird but hilarious and nice. And Sirius is a little quieter than usual, but you’ve noticed the way his eyes linger on you, the way he can’t help staring…

And you hate it because you long for his gaze on you. Because you let your eyes drift towards his frame too. Because you feel happy and excited now that he’s near again. Because you want to kiss the cigarette taste away from his lips as he puffs out some smoke.

He catches you smiling dreamily as you look at his earing shining in the summer sun, and you hate the smirk that forms across his features as you shy away under his stare.

Damn, this charming boy…

And the afternoon passes too quickly, too soon already the sun has begun setting, and the park is about to close. You need to go home, and you don’t want to. You need to say farewell to Sirius all over again, and you don’t want to. And you hate him for that…

But as you’re about to part, about to say goodbye to turn around and never see him again, Sirius reaches for your hand, stare too intense to let you escape.

“Can we talk? Just for a minute?”

You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat, but nod anyway.

And you hate the look Jackie throws at you, the knowing kind. You hate everything about today. You hate the softness of Sirius’s palm, the gentleness of his hold as he pulls you away from the group, the warmth of his skin spreading under yours.

You hate everything about him. You hate him… you hate him…

When he turns around, a wild strand of hair swings across his cheek, escaping from his bun, and you hate it too. You hate how good he looks right now, how you long to reach out and brush the hair behind his ear…

“Can I be brutally honest?”

He stares at you intensely again, and there’s confidence in his stature, in the way he leans towards you, in the urgency of his tone. Still, his voice trembles.

“Sure, go ahead.”

He takes a deep breath.

“I want you.”

Your eyes grow round at that, and you hate him. You hate him because you like hearing these words coming from his mouth, because you want nothing but to kiss him…

“I know that last time we… we decided not to see each other again, but… the truth is, I want you. And I… I want us to give it a shot.”

“Sirius, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know, but…”

“I haven’t changed my mind.”

“I have.”

You stop breathing altogether, your heart skips a few beats, and you hate it. You hate it so much you want to cry.

“I’ve changed my mind. I want to try this.”

“Are you playing with me?”

“No, I’m not.”

And you hate the fact that you can read in his eyes that he’s telling the truth.

“I want to try. I like you. A lot. And… these past couple of weeks… and seeing you again today, I’ve realized… I want to give this a try. Let’s go on another date.”

“But Sirius…”

“Give me another chance,” he interrupts you, taking a step closer. “Please… please give me another chance.”

And you want to say no. You want to slap him and you hate him because you’ve been hoping, dreaming of this moment even, and desperately so. And you hate yourself because you want to say yes, and you can’t help the words that pass your lips even if they’re so unbearably unwise.

“Okay,” you nod. “But you won’t get a third.”

He grins.

“Friday?”

Slowly, you nod.

“Friday.”

Before you can ask where you will meet, Sirius has reached up to cup your face, and has crushed his lips to yours.

And as you lose your fingers through his hair and melt into his arms, you love every second of it…

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 9 months ago

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YOUR TAGGSSSS ON MY FORCED PROXIMITY SATORU POST PLSPLSPLS eating the hotel breakfast together UGH.. he starts saving some of the food for u 🥺🥺 and the servers keep bringing him two plates bc they know he’s just waiting for u to wake up.. calls u sleepyhead in a stupidly soft voice when u get to the table…. he spots u enter the dining hall first before u spot him and he perks up instantly like a PUPPY then he has to pretend he wasn’t staring at u when you finally find his table.. has all your favorite food from the buffet ready for u at the table BUT ALSO ORDERING THE FOOD TO THE ROOM THO UR KILLING ME HERE his ass would take the room service phone all the way to the bathroom so his talking doesn’t wake you up and then you wake up to the breakfast in bed n he’s all surpriseeeee sleepyhead c: im so in love with his dumbass i’m so sick. it’s all your fave food once again but he’d probably also get something that has a fruit u don’t like or whatever to throw off ur suspicion abt him being obsessed with u but also with the excuse to pick at it himself and eat the food with u 💔💔 it’s his form of a bonding moment plus he likes the look on ur face when u remind him that u don’t like this specific fruit (as if he doesn’t already know) ohh my god ari i’m so so unwell about this

logan u need to be locked up IM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM IT’S NOT OK 💔💔💔💔

no but genuinely everytime u talk abt him i fall a little deeper into the pit 😔😔😔😔 was this necessary. can i not live my life w/o thinking abt this loser every second of the day AS ALWAYS UR SOOOOOO RIGHT THOUGH SO REAL SO TRUE THANK U FOR FEEDING ME i actually left those tags JUST so u would elaborate hehehehe my masterplan has worked >:33

NO BECAUSE HE’S SO….. logan…… there are tears in my eyes……. him calling u sleepyhead 🥺🥺🥺 his little sleepyhead. so sleepy eepy all the time. (he says this in his baby voice just to piss you off) i’m gonna be sick???? it’s teasing it’s fond it’s playful it’s so him. he’s soooo fond of you he wants to bother you and poke fun at you so bad but he also wants to give you breakfast in bed and watch your eyes flutter open and hear your little delighted hums when you bite into something sweet HE’S A LOVERRRRRRR ……………… he can’t contain it. he tries so hard to but he always gives in to his true nature (Down Horrendous)

he would be SO in denial though ordering some things u don’t like just to throw u off PHDJDHD logan u r a genius….. our little loser. girlfailure of the century. AAAA AND ORDERING IN THE BATHROOM SO HE DOESN’T WAKE U UP :((( no because how does ur brain come up w these scenarios i need a whole hotel au enemies to lovers forced proximity slowburn fic asap……. he likes you sooooo much but he just can’t be Normal about it . i love his dumbass too we’re all in this together i fear 😞😞

#NEED TO SHARE A HOTEL ROOM W SATORU GOJO PLEASE GODDD WHEN IS IT MY TURN #logan have i mentioned that i love u <33 that u make me insane <3333 #this made me miss him more :(((#IM MANIFESTING HIS RETURN NEXT WEEK THOUGH never back down never what….#ask tag ✩#logan !! ✩

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coldshrugs · 8 months ago

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Because I want to ask and put stuff on tumblr 💕

What’s Estinien’s and Io’s favorite thing to do together in the modern AU? Does it change after they get together? How’s it different from canon?

AAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry i've slept on this for a few days. it's been a hectic week and i was spinning this in my mind to get through the horrors 💗

i feel like the simple answer is that they just like being together. almost every activity is better if they can do it together because they just like being around each other. there's a very distinct comfort they feel with each other that makes hard things easier, mundane things more fun, and unpleasant things worth it.

but that's not what's being asked!

io and estinien enjoy taking walks together, specifically the kind where they might get a little lost or turned around for an hour or two. a chance to ignore their phones and take in their surroundings, find a new favorite place to eat, a museum they haven't visited before, or somewhere far enough off the beaten path that they kinda feel like tourists exploring their own city. or doing this with a drive if they have enough free time. they talk a lot during these little adventures, covering surface-level topics and deeper, more emotional things too.

i think this extends to things like going grocery shopping together, or a late-night beer run too? idk, it's just nice to walk and talk together.

they love cooking at home together! they do it at least once a week. often they're making old favorites (i watched yellowstone recently and there was a scene of a character making his partner a breakfast his now-deceased mom made him and... it has taken over my brain), or one of them might suggest a new recipe and they'll experiment with it. io is very organized when working on a task, and her taste is a shade more refined. estinien has more practical kitchen skills (so handy with a knife, doesn't burn the rice), and his palette is extremely adventurous even if he's not naming individual ingredients.

they also really like learning from each other when they can? io teaches estinien more about music and plants (enough to help keep hers alive). estinien walks her through sports if she has questions while they're watching things together, and he helps her optimize workouts (that harp is heavy after all).

okay well, i've had a margarita and could ramble all night so bye! ty ily bye!

editing to add: they enjoy the same kinds of things in canon, with the addition of fighting together + trying to read together (io will often read faster than estinien and just. forget they're doing that and leave him in the dust. but he doesn't mind because they're usually cuddling and he like her reactions to the story).

none of this changes when they get together, the things they enjoy doing with each other are now usually done while holding hands :>

#asks #io/estinien #otwr au #long post #i guess

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obitv · 2 years ago

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villain william revenant au? did i hear anyone ask for a villiam/ashe au? no? well. you're getting it anyway

the first time you meet william wisp, you think there's a dead body on your couch.

a leap in logic for the average person, maybe, but when your dad... does a lot of work you don't want to think about, and then there's a pale, bloody, not moving boy getting blood on your favourite couch, you think you might be allowed make those leaps.

the screaming probably isn't as excusable though. not that you screamed THAT MUCH, ok, but. you did a little. and dropped your bowl of pasta that you ahd been planning to sit on that couch and eat. and that's how, surprise! you found out the corpse was actually a totally normal beat up kid who forgot to blink at you for a solid minute.

in his defence, you were also staring at him. you hadn't even realised mark had come home yet, and bringing random kids back with him was- definitely a new one. you keep getting stuck on the same though -- he's on my couch. your pasta is all over the floor and there's a stranger in your home but the most important part of this to you is that fucking couch and you can't get your mouth working enough to form words.

when you're standing there, eyes locked with this kid and pasta on the floor, that's when your dad finally comes in. obviously you screaming had startled him, because he looks a mix of frantic and pissed off like you've never seen from him. but when he slams the door open and you both snap your heads over to look at him, he just sighs and drags a hand down his face.

"fuck's sake... ashe, go back to your room. now."

it takes a few seconds for what he said to register with you. however, you've only been awake for 15 minutes and all 15 of those were spent trying to stay awake long enough to make the pasta you dropped, so even after the words sink in you're still just opening and closing your mouth without any sound by the time the boy speaks up.

"is this your fucking house?"

mark turns from lightly glaring at you to sending daggers at the boy. "you keep your fuckin' mouth shut, kid. ashe, go, now."

"no, hey! you can't just randonly bring me to some fucking house and not tell me? when you said you 'knew a place' i could stay until mal got back i figured you meant, like, a lair! a wave-cave! not a- are we in the fucking suburbs?"

"no, no, we ain't fuckin' doin' this right now! ashe, go to your room."

you watch this verbal tennis with a growing interest. you really, really want to ask what's going on, but- you haven't seen mark this pissed off in... a long time. and besides, if this kid is telling the truth, your dad offered to let him stay here, so. you'll get your chance to ask questions later.

you still need to go get breakfast, anyway.

a few hours later, when you're in the middle of throughly blasting your brain out with every speaker you own, your bedroom door creaks open. now that you're awake, and the blood's been cleaned off his face, you get a much better look at him.

and, because your life is a disaster, you realise that he's kinda cute. still dead-looking, even when hes walking, but there's... an appeal there.

you also think you might be finally losing your mind.

he goes to talk, then winces as he seems to register the music you still have on blast, whoch is when you also register the music and scramble to turn it down. and try not to blush. try really, really hard not to blush.

"hey, uh... hey. sorry for... scaring you earlier. and being in your house... wa- your dad didn't tell me anyone else lived here. or where here is. i- i'm william? william, that's me! you don't have to tell me your name or anything, but i. wanted to apologise. because i'll be staying here for a couple days, until my mentor is back. uh. yeah. sorry. again."

you do not know how you are supposed to respond to this. briefly, you wonder if you've watched any anime with this premise.

"uh. cool." and you give a thumbs up. you sit there, you stare this kid, william, who has probably been yelled at by your dad for the last few hours which you KNOW is terrifying, and, again, is cute, and you give him a thumbs up. and an attempt at a smile that feels a lot more like a grimace because you don't know how to be smooth to save your life. "i'm ashe, by the way. i'm not used to- having people over. or talking in general."

he nods, and smiles at you. just a small quirk of the lips really, but you count it as a win that you haven't immediately scared him off. "yeah. sick. i'll... go. now. nice to meet you, ashe."

it is unreasonably difficult to slow your heartbeat down again after he closes the door. you, ashe winters, are so fucked.

#rushed. not proofread. barely even explains the au. DONT CARE. POST!#ashe winters #william wisp #prime defenders #primedefenders #mypost #myfic #vrevenant au #<- the tag. for this #revenant #tried adding a readmore this time lmk if . i should keep it up? or if its broken?

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noxsoulmate · 10 months ago

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Ohh

Chef/Firefighter AU &

Driving home for Christmas sequel!

Hi my friend 🥰 sure thing!

Chef/Firefighter AU

Ah, yes, the fic I've had in my drafts forever now 😅 I think I've shared so many snippets of it by now, I'm not even sure what to share anymore that will be new... but here's what it's about: In this fic, Carlos is a chef who thinks he's too busy for a real relationship - which fits TK just fine because he's the normal season 1 TK we know and love. So the two idiots start a friends-with-benefits-thing, thinking neither of them will catch any feelings... silly boys 😂 the fic itself is set around the time of the wildfires in early season 2, I'm just putting them closer to Austin and making them last far, far longer. Which leads to the fact that the Austin firefighters are advised to drive back home to rest every other day... only that TK ends up at Carlos' place and this is the next morning...

They enjoy the first few sips of coffee in silence, shoulders brushing and feet knocking against each other, easily, like a little game of footsies.

“I’m really sorry for last night.”

Carlos frowns and looks over at TK, who’s staring into his mug now.

“What?”

“Showing up at your building like that… unannounced and for no other reason than crashing here, I’m really sorry.”

“TK, no. What are you talking about? Why would you be sorry?”

TK gazes up at him, looking a bit sheepish. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?! What– no. Would someone who’s mad make you this kind of breakfast?” he asks, pointing at the tray.

TK follows the direction and it’s as if his brain suddenly stops, at least Carlos is sure that’s what he’s seeing. He also imagines the guy starting to salivate and as if on command, his stomach rumbles. Laughing a little, Carlos puts his coffee aside and then pulls the tray into his lap. He doesn’t even have to tell TK to eat, the guy reaching for the first pancake before Carlos even lets go of the tray, quite literally stuffing it into his mouth.

“I swear, I will so start preparing lunch packets for you,” he murmurs, loud enough for TK to hear, then takes one of the waffles and adds Nutella and strawberries to it. “Care to tell me why you thought I would be mad?”

I swear, it took so long to answer this because I couldn't decide on which part to share 😅 I really have to make sure to finish this soon so I can start posting...

Driving Home for Christmas sequel!

Well, yeah, it's exactly what it says 😅 some lovely people asked if I would consider writing a sequel for Driving Home for Christmas and I might've started working on something... it's not much yet, I don't have more than a loose concept, but I'm somewhat hoping for a prompt list for Valentine's to maybe write this fic the same way the other happened... but yeah, I do hope it will be ready for Valentine's 🥰 and here's a snippet from the beginning (again under the cut for NSFW reasons)

“What’s going on? Did you forget something at my place?”

“No, but guess what I’m holding in my hand.”

“TK,” Carlos warns. “If you’re about to tell me it’s your dick and this is your idea of goading me into phone sex while I’m on my way to work…”

Chuckling, TK drops the invitation back on the stack of mail as he moves over to the fridge. “Then what?” he asks innocently as he gets out a bottle of mineral water. “What would you do about it, Officer?”

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the worst? Hey, your mind went straight to my dick and phone sex,” TK laughs, putting the phone on speaker so he can unscrew the bottle. “I’m still sated from our round this morning – sorry if it wasn’t as satisfying for you.”

“Oh, it definitely was,” Carlos replies lewdly.

If anyone knows of any Valentine's prompt list, please send it my way 😉 or, you know... how about if you read this and if you want to, send me an ask called "Valentine's prompt" and then add a random (but fitting) word or two to it? We'll see, maybe I get inspired 😁

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#tarlos #911 lone star #noxy writes #wip game #feel free to send me asks

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definitelynotshouting · 2 years ago

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OUGH ok I think I might sign off then cus I have been holding off on sending brainrot but now the chemicals have been triggering an I am mentally ill over them EHE

“Do you think they wear secret tokens of each other's affections. Do you think they hold them close at night and hope to every god they can think of that one day they'll be happy. Do you think they take one last deliberate breath as they hold it close and die.”

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY ON EVERY ACCOUNT. Cub asking where Scar keeps disappearing off to and why he keeps showing up with bits of feather fluff in his hair, or why he suddenly has so much new jewelry bits like a new wooden bead necklace or an earring that isn’t his usual swirling gold. Or Pearl trying to figure out why Grian has a little leather cord with blue gems suddenly and why does he smell like magic? So Pearl tries to follow Grian but he’s just CONVENIENTLY TOO GOOD AT DISAPPEARING WITHOUT A TRACE. All the while Scar and Grian just have a terrible habit of disappearing to spend time together bc it hurts to be apart and their hearts can only ache for so long AUAUUGHHJJJJ- They just hold each other and run their hands through hair and feathers and trace freckles and scars and pray for a time when they can do that without being afraid :’) AHHAHAHA and then. Once they’ve been found out and fought to find each other one last time in secret (although they know it’s only a matter of time before the ones hunting them draw near and begin fighting again) they swear their deaths will be by their own hands, if only to have the last bitter laugh (oh god the poetry, its coming out of my BRAIN). They’re found embraced together, looking sweet and peaceful but gone nonetheless, and WOOOO their sides have the sense to at least realize how much they’ve fucked up because GOD DO I LOVE SUFFERINF AND ANGST WOOOOOOOOOOOO- (ok whoopsie didn’t mean to go so awful and angsty there I had to cut it up with a little bit of humor lulz) - um I suppose 🦀 anon??? IDK I LIKE CRABS they’re little snippy guys :3c ALSO SORRY IF THIS COMES OUT WEIRD TUMBLR IS BEIN FUNKY FOR ME ;-;

OH THIS IS SO VERY HEARTBREAKING ANON.... man. Smth so personal about dying in your lover's embrace,,, also im obsessed with how this is a romeo and juliet au but theres magic in it that Pearl can sense, thats got such flavour /gen

I love this anon!!! Also pls ur talking to the angst machine that came up with hunger au, i eat this shit up for breakfast >:]

#scarian #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #shouting speaks #asks #CRAB ANON..... i love crabs they are so cute #one time my cousin and i did a sound check on his computer by watching someone review the top ten most beautiful crabs #i think we sat there for a solid 10-15 min just crabgazing #and then we moved onto snails #txt

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sydneyscarm · 11 months ago

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“about the blogger” meme

thank you to @bioloyg for tagging me :)

y’all don’t really know me so this’ll b fun

star signs: aquarius sun, gemini moon, capricorn rising,,, two air signs in my big three might scare u but trust my chart is earth dominant!!!! i promise!!!!

fav holiday: i love christmas! im not particularly religious, and i don’t consider myself christian or catholic like when i was a child, but i love the lights and the music and the gift-giving and general holiday cheer

last meal: lol i think i had a joint for dinner last night honestly. just forgot to eat and went straight to bed after smoking. i’m about to eat filipino spaghetti for breakfast though

current fav musician: faye webster (specifically jonny rn) and beyonce (all of renaissance has been on repeat since its release) and victoria monet (all of jaguar II is insane, grammy sweep i just know it)

last music listened to: probably ctrl (deluxe) by sza on my way home from work last night

last movie watched: taken, that action movie with liam neeson lmfao. but if we’re talkin movie theater viewing, it was the ballad of songbirds and snakes

last tv watched: i’ve been rewatching s2 of bridgerton. kate & anthony the couple that you are.

last book/fic finished: the last book was catching fire (i was rereading thg like the rest of the world) and the last fic i read was an unfinished sydcarmy fic i found literally an hour ago called all things go (all things go) everyone should read it, very good.

last book/fic abandoned: last book i abandoned was speak, okinawa. it’s a memoir about an asian girl’s struggling relationship with her mother and her culture. very good (and relatable) but extremely heavy so i took a pause on it.

currently reading: thg resurgence so i’m reading the ballad of songbirds and snakes, i didn’t get to finish it before watching the movie and i keep getting caught up so it’s taking forever to finish, but im almost done w it

last thing researched for art/writing: i haven’t full-fledged written for fandom in probably years. but i used to research a lot of fighting techniques cause i was deep in the my hero academia brain rot LMFAO

fav online fandom memory: i mostly inhabited twitter fandom spaces so in 2020 i was placed in a ship gc and i met one of my best friends on there <3 so i think that would be it

fav old fandom you wish would have a resurgence: the show is quite shit and not good at all but, for nostalgia reasons, i would love to see fairy tail (anime) have a resurgence. i bet the fics would be soooo top tier compared to when i was like 9 and reading fics on wattpad and ffnet

fav thing you enjoy that never had an active or big “fandom” but you wish it did: this is more to do w me being interested in things once hype dies down and less to do with a fandom actually being active or big, but i absolutely devoured s2 of bridgerton when i first saw it. and i read every single fic in that kathony tag.

tempting project you’re trying to reign in/don’t have time for: i don’t really write anymore and have stuck to silly posts and headcanon threads but i’ve had a pride and prejudice sydcarmy au stuck in my head for a couple days

this was fun now u know some of my life!!! im pretty sure @bioloyg tagged everyone that i come across in this fandom so ive got no one WHOMP but feel free to do this if u see it 😛

#no but srsly #that p&p sydcarmy au #fr

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lady-assnali · 2 years ago

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Meet You After Dark (3)

Here it is! In this part, we get to find out what really happened when Princess Marcia took that strange potion….

This au has been my baby, so I hope you enjoy it because it’s been a beautiful thing to work on. Thank you to @jinkx-monswoon for being half the brainchild for this fic, and for editing and having to witness my horrific writing process (so many half written sentences, So many typos. Just…this entire au came out of my brain completely unhinged and now that we’ve both edited it multiple times it’s finally good enough to post.)

Parts ONE and TWO

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It’s quiet.

Anetra walks steadily along the stone halls, brushing a finger along the weathered texture as her mind wanders. The princess hadn’t answered her knocks tonight, not even after she’d come back and tried a second time. Instead she’s been taking her well-rehearsed path alone, listening to the fall of her footsteps echo against the empty space, her only company. It’s strange doing this by herself, not having Marcia’s laughter or excited whispers to fill her time. It’s boring without her, this pacing around. It gives too much time for thinking about the things she’s been trying to avoid. At least with the Princess’s company there’s conversation to distract from her feelings. Now, her mind plays around with her in a cruel combination of thoughts she’s pushed to the side.

Maybe Marcia’s done with her.

Maybe she’s annoyed.

Maybe they weren’t even friends to begin with.

She refuses to believe the thought even though it’s the domineering voice above all else. She can’t bring herself to believe that things may have been imaginary between them, not when they’d shared so many real conversations and thought-out ideas with each other. Marcia’s smile is not performative; Anetra had had a few opportunities to witness the difference between Princess Marcia entertaining a court and Marcia telling silly, fantastical stories with her just to keep her entertained. No, the princess is not a fraud by any stretch of the imagination. She is one of the most genuine people she’s met in her life.

Maybe she’s fallen asleep.

It’s been two days since she’d cried about her impending marriage, two days of visitors coming in and out of the castle, the guard on constant high alert. They’re made to know every florist, every designer, every consultant that comes in and out of the palace. Every visitor as of late has had something to do with the wedding whose engagement hasn’t even been announced, and each time Anetra has been able to catch a glimpse of Marcia she looks less and less like herself.

There had been a moment just yesterday morning when they’d managed to lock eyes across the room during a light breakfast banquet. Anetra had tilted her head slightly, blinked once. Marcia had only shrugged, returning to pretending to eat while pushing the food around on her plate, gracious and charismatic above her tired posture and disconnected thoughts.

Which is why she’d gone to check on her twice. Seeing the Princess’s light so dimmed has been worrying. Not seeing her in private has been worse.

Anetra is woken from her thoughts by the pounding of footsteps coming her way. Stopping abruptly she draws her sword, takes a defensive stance as her heart begins to race. But turning the corner is a knight not much older than herself, barreling through the halls with wide eyes full of alarm.

“The Princess is dead!”

The voice floats in the air above her as the other knight runs away, shouting into each corridor they pass. The words filter through her ears, in and out, her brain unable to process. It isn’t until she’s gasping for air that the knight realizes she’s forgotten to breathe. The front of her face is numb, locked in a sensation that does not hurt but rather paralyzes, like being hit on the wrong part of a bone during a fight.

She doesn’t process the word dead for quite some time, her mind simply unable to wrap around the sentence as a whole and what it might mean. When she does, however, a rush of adrenaline kicks in. Her feet carry her when she is unable to move them herself, her mind creating echoes of the clamoring around her. She runs alongside other guards and then runs faster, surpassing them all without thinking twice about how she’s going to be perceived. Taking a corner too sharp, her body slams against the wall, ricocheting her sideways. She catches herself, cursing under her breath at the throbbing pain in her shoulder. She barely loses speed, merely clutches the surely bruised area as she thunders on. She knows the path by heart from any part of the castle grounds, memorizing it solely for moments like this.

Just in case. She’d been trained to keep watch. She’d been trained for these situations. She should’ve been stronger, faster, better—just in case.

There’s a crowd when she reaches Marcia’s hallway: other members of the guard, the royal healer. From where she approaches, Anetra can barely see through the throng of people who have chosen to keep a respectable distance. They’re about four doors away from the place she’d let her heart live.

From her stoic guard by the door Sasha notices her, makes eye contact and shakes her head slightly. With two fingers she gestures to her left arm, tapping the space there twice. It’s code, and an unwritten one at that. None of the guard at Anetra’s ranking or age will know what has transpired, and it’s so subtle and quick that she’s sure nobody else picked up on it either. There’s no easy translation, just the knowledge that Sasha will fill Anetra in as soon as possible. It’s not at all reassuring, but it’s something. Then, she sees it.

Sasha shakes her head.

It isn’t a lot; nothing too powerful, or too noticeable. But it’s enough to break Anetra in two right in the throng of her fellow brothers and sisters.

She pushes through the crowd, every written rule suddenly meaningless. There’s a wall of grunting, of voices grumbling in protest and bodies no match for her adrenaline-fueled fight response. She breaks the sea of guards standing in her way. The distance to the door seems to stretch on forever, her mind becoming numb upon thinking about just what might be on the other side of that door. When she reaches Sasha she nearly falls at her feet, gives it all away right there. The older knight catches hold of her arm, steadies her and pats her shoulder.

“Ser Anetra has become close to the Princess in her time serving the kingdom. She’s shown exemplary loyalty and value.. The princess has taken to her, and has found in her a close friend and confidant, which is why the situation at hand may have sent her into a bit of a hysteria.”

Sasha studies the younger knight, whose face has grown pallid and unwavering in its expression. She nudges her, looking her over with eyes both disciplinary and motherly. Anetra bows awkwardly, only noticing the King and Queen’s presence so close to her own because of Sasha’s subtle hint at decorum. Apologies fly from the younger knight’s lips in rapid, broken sentences.

“It’s alright, Ser. We are both aware of the kind of toll news like this might take on a close friend.” The King betrays himself with his crooked brow, suspicion written all over his face. Sasha fervently shakes her head, holds Anetra’s shoulders with both hands.

“She is one of the best we have knighted within many years here. She is genuine. Believe me and take my own place as commander as proof of my judge of character. She would do anything to keep your kingdom safe, especially your daughter.”

This seems to satisfy the royals, who bow to both of the knights in apology.

“This has come as quite a shock to us. When we learned that the doctor was sending for the opinion of an apothecary…”

“It’s frightening, indeed. Why would our daughter—our brilliant, accomplished daughter—do this on her own accord?”

“She wouldn’t. Which begs the question of who could have done this…and why was the bottle in her possession in the first place? The stamping on the bottom does not match our apothecary’s seal; it is foreign to us. What lengths did this person have to go? And to what effect?”

Anetra stands shock-still, listening to the conversation with rapt attention and trying to piece together the details. There’d been a potion. Marcia hadn’t answered both times she’d stopped by to meet her for their walk. Had she taken the potion by then? And the effects…

“We can thank the powers that be that our Princess is merely bedridden for now.” Sasha supplies the information subtly, brushing her fingers against Anetra’s lightly. “I’m wondering if the slumber is just a temporary effect of it all.”

“It’s possible that she’s been so tired from the wedding planning that she simply needed something to aid in her sleep.” The queen prattles on about it all for a while, her hand smoothing down her gown and her hair and her husband’s shirt in an attempt to keep busy.

A person with bright orange hair and a subtly celestial robe emerges from the door, dark circles plaguing their eyes and a harrowed frown upon their lips. They sigh, scanning the mass of people congregating down the hall before turning their attention to the King and Queen.

“She will sleep. No harm will come to her in this state. I have taken the bottle to sample the liquid against some of my own in order to research its properties and gather a better understanding of it all…this way, we should hope to be able to wake her. There are several ingredients evident upon the use of sight and smell which do indicate foul play, but I will know much more in just an hour’s time if given the chance to take this last drop back to my workspace.”

There’s a murmured conversation between the royals and the apothecary, Anetra unable to focus on any of it. Her eyes are trained on the little glass bottle, the catalyst of the princess’s downfall. The last remaining bit of liquid is enchanting, milky and pearlescent, glimmering against the light of the candles and torches which have been lit along the hall. Its strikingly beautiful nature is not unlike Marcia herself, especially with the magnificent, hypnotic quality of the way it whirls around in the bottle.

Her fingers itch to take the glass from the apothecary’s hand, to swig the last drop of potion for herself. In the depths of her mind she knows that’s a brainless idea; drinking it would do nothing to help, mean nothing except putting herself in this same situation.

“You have only a brief moment.” A hand prods Anetra, jolting back into the present with a start. Her mind had taken control of her, had spun horribly vivid scenarios involving a future without the Princess—without Marcia. Her lips are a thin line, her body stoic and unmoving. Blinking, she realizes that they are the only ones left by the door. The hall is restored to careful silence. Sasha prods her again, this time bumping her enough to loosen her balance.

“I am giving you a gift and risking my own position here. If you don’t take it, I can assure you that you’ll find it to be one of the biggest regrets of your lifetime.”

“What?”

“Go in.” Sasha glances around the hall, taps twice on the door in show. “See her. Be with her. She’ll need your strength to survive this.”

“The apothecary said—”

“Damn them. Damn them, and do not repeat this but I wish the same upon the King and the Queen in this moment. They’re unable to see what their actions have done.”

“What do you mean by this?”

“I have known the Princess a very long time. She has been polished and charming and perfect her entire life. She has been the absolute pinnacle of royalty. But she has also been extremely reticent about her feelings in every aspect of her life. She has tried so hard to make the King and Queen proud and to please everybody that she has forgotten that she deserves to feel happiness in the same way the people in her life do.”

“I have only known her a short time, and yet I agree. Our last walk together was rather difficult. Quiet. This was two nights after she confessed that she does not wish to be married. The look on her face—”

“The princess does not wish to be married because she’s in love with you.”

Ser Sasha is sure to meet Anetra’s eyes when she says this, not wanting the younger knight to have any excuse to misconstrue her words. She hadn’t meant to meddle—had been intent on letting the blossoming romance come to fruition on its own in due time. But with the news of a wedding so soon in the year, the princess’s weeping, and Anetra’s own state of distress, the admission is a necessary motivator. She’s sure of this fact when the younger knight stares back at her in awe, shaking her head fervently.

“Princess Marcia is adoring of all of her people. She and I have become close friends as I was able to help her through some of the harsher emotions she’d been feeling. She doesn’t feel that way for me.”

“But she admitted it herself.” Sasha rushes through her words, eyes scanning the halls for the possibility of incoming footfalls. “The princess felt ill during her fitting, quiet and submissive and lacking that light of hers… And after everyone had gone, she fell to her knees and wept. Anetra, she wept over you. I would tell you the things she said but I have confidence that one day you will be able to hear them from her own lips. For now, you need to go to her.”

“Your position…”

“My position is to protect the family. I am their first line of defense. Sending you in to look after their daughter further is the most noble, dutiful thing I am able to offer this family. And if I am in turn protecting someone I consider to be a member of my own family? That’s luck.”

Anetra’s heart swells with a wave of emotion; never had she experienced the immense grief or immeasurable thanks that fill her at this moment. She bows to Sasha, a hand over her heart, before the older knight pulls her into a tight embrace. Then, she lets Anetra out of her arms with haste.

The young knight pulls on the handle of the tea green oak, the familiar creak of the hinges making her eyes close involuntarily. How many times during their nightly walks had Anetra tried to avoid that same noise, to keep their wandering a secret just for them? The very thing that brought them together has signaled what could be her last time seeing the Princess, and the thought of it almost stops her in her tracks.

“Go.”

She follows Sasha’s orders, stepping one foot warily into the room before shutting the door gently behind her, as if not to wake the sleeping princess.

It’s the first time she’s been in this room, and her nerves are pin-prick signals traveling up and down the length of her body with each of her slightest movements. The space is lit by a vigil of candles: long, short, stubby… Some hang from a large and stately chandelier while others litter the floor, keeping each inch of space visible. There’s the pink silk robe the princess had worn on their first walk, hanging in the open door of an ornate armoire against the wall. There’s flowers strung by their stems by the windows, dried out and displayed in organized arrays of muted color. There’s an easel propped in the corner of the room, a canvas revealing a painting only just begun, a few strokes of bellflower blue in an abstract shape.

She nearly loses her footing, stumbling and catching herself on the windowsill. Looking down, Anetra finds her boot to be tangled in a mass of white lace, which she shakes off confusedly, grunting at the impact of her hands on the rough stone of the windowsill. The lace is connected to a garish white gown haphazardly discarded on the floor, brushed halfway underneath a bench. The knight picks up the dress delicately, brushes off the bits of dirt that have collected on its surface. It’s truly a masterpiece—although clearly unfinished, still stuck with needles along the hemlines. It’s with a start that Anetra realizes that this is the wedding gown. This is the gown that the seamstresses have been working countless hours on, compiling the most beautiful lace and having it delivered to the kingdom with the utmost haste. This is the gown that Marcia is to be wed in within the year, notwithstanding the current predicament. It’s been thrown on the floor; discarded; cast away.

She can see the look on Marcia’s face from when she had admitted to the upcoming engagement.

Maybe, in her own way, the Princess had been asking for help-asking her to stay.

It takes Anetra longer than she’d care to admit to look over to Marcia’s bed. Her mind is busy conjuring up scenarios, possible pictures of what her favorite companion might look like. She’s not even sure what to make of the information she’d been prepared with; a potion unknown to the royal apothecary, a weeping princess, a supposed admittance of love…

It’s that one little word—four letters she’s never felt before but feels so deeply, the swell of her heart that will not be ignored. She’d suspected as much from the way she’d begun to count down the minutes until her night patrol started, or the way she’d find her eyes lingering on the princess any moment she’d be able to see her during the day.

It hits her all at once, crashes into her hard and fast, nearly knocking her over with its monstrous weight.

She’s in love with Marcia. She’s so irreversibly in love with her that she’s not sure how they’ve only just recently met, how she’ll ever be able to live a life without her wide, illuminating smile or the musical sound of her voice. She doesn’t want to know—can’t know…so she takes another lap around the room, admiring the steady organization of it all. Everything has its place here. Everything fits.

Until the knight’s eyes meet the bedpost and her knees go weak.

She closes the physical distance with shaking legs and stands by the bedside with a face distorted by anguish.

Swathed in flickering golden light, Marcia is the most ethereal she has ever looked. Her long blonde locks are neatly arranged, laid gently on her pillow. Her eyes are closed, her lips in an unmoving pout. They’ve covered her in a thick quilt, lain her arms over top with her hands one on top of the other. Every piece of her is so delicate, so gentle.

So completely still.

Moved by a fusion of curiosity and genuine horror, Anetra bends over to examine Marcia closer. There is no air coming from her nose. Her chest does not rise and fall. She is not any more pale than her naturally fair skin, the freckles that dust her nose and cheeks still visible. She’s almost flushed, cheeks a delicate shade of pink that touches the tip of her nose. It looks almost as if she’s spent too much time in the cold without a robe. Or like she has a secret she’s guarding close to her chest.

Like being in love.

The conversation with Ser Sasha has been sitting in the back of her mind since she’d opened the door to Marcia’s chamber. It’s too good to be true, surely. There has to be some mistake within her thinking, some kind of misunderstanding that would have caused the older knight to believe that Anetra’s love might just be reciprocated. It seems like a child’s fantasy—a bedtime story told to children who had parents to demonstrate just what love truly was. Anetra hadn’t had that. She hadn’t had anything.

Growing up alone had been hard. Being accepted into the knighthood had taken years of bloody, tearful work. But growing up within a community of people who would train such a young child had given her a family, and switching into the palace guard had given her another. She’d been jostled and bumped from place to place, ridiculed for being alone and then thrust into new brotherhoods when she was deemed to be too skilled for her standing. Through all her life, she had come to adopt this sense of semi-permanence in her heart. She’d wondered when she’d find where she truly belonged.

This story, this bedtime fantasy, this child’s fodder…it has to be enough.

She’s found where she belongs. She’s sure of it.

Her home is lingering on the precipice of death, and it takes Anetra to her knees.

She grabs hold of the Princess’s hand, laces their fingers together. Her skin is still warm to the touch, soft as silk against her work-hardened hands. She brings Marcia’s hand to her lips and kisses it tenderly, looking upon her with tear-glazed eyes. She can’t focus, can’t breathe… The chamber around them is awash with a mist that takes everything else away, every last stone and dried flower and the easel with its masterpiece in progress. She is stuck in this tunnel, only able to see the Princess laying still before her. She’s stuck on all of the stories she could have been told as a child and focused on their endings, and there’s a part of her that begins to believe that maybe it all could be true.

At this point, with death lingering so closely, Anetra is willing to believe in anything, try anything to get Marcia back.

She puts one hand on the mattress, runs her fingers along the delicate quilting of Marcia’s blanket. She hovers, one hand holding Marcia’s while the other cards softly over her forehead, through her hair. Anetra leans in, lips inches away from the Princess’s, but then pulls herself back rather swiftly. It all feels so wrong, this thing she’s wanted to do for so long. The princess isn’t awake, isn’t able to tell her if this is what she truly wants. Sasha had insisted, but without the words from Marcia herself the fairytale feels a bit distorted.

If this is to work, it’s now or never. No time to dwell.

The knight touches Marcia’s cheek with tender, feather-light fingers before she lowers herself again. This time, her lips graze the corner of the Princess’s mouth, still soft and pouted. She feels the rush of butterflies in her chest, the way they move up her arms and down her legs, tickling her senses with adrenaline. Hope fills her to the brim, carrying itself over to the impatient shuffling of her feet and the pause in her breathing.

Nothing happens.

Marcia lays still, ethereal as ever.

Anetra sinks, crashes down hard from the disappointment. She supposes a child’s tale would have been too good to be true, or that perhaps there’d been a miscommunication in the way the stories had been passed from knight to knight. Maybe the stories only worked for royalty, or people who’d had families to tell them. Either way, the Princess is still asleep and Anetra can’t bear the sight of her knowing that there is nothing left to do but wait with the rest of the crowd.

She’s not looking to overstay a lost cause. There’s too much pain in this room now.

She takes one last look at the Princess, bends to kiss her one last time before averting her eyes, preparing herself to make her somber way out of the chamber and never return.

“I know who you are.”

Anetra stills at the sound, jolted by the faint whisper of that melodic voice she so adores. It must be a hallucination, a drop of the potion having touched her lips and poisoned her as well. Otherwise, this could only be a miracle. The hand she’d been holding tightens around her, tugging at her wrist and pulling her back toward the bed.

Marcia’s sitting up.

Marcia’s staring at her, big brown eyes welling with unshed tears.

Marcia’s awake.

“I remember you,” she repeats, her other hand reaching forward for her. The knight’s feet carry her without needing any more prompting.

Marcia’s hand finds her cheek, her thumb carefully tracing the line of her jaw, memorizing the curve of it with immense care. Anetra finds her own hands cradling the Princess’s face, wiping away any tears that threaten to fall.

“Anetra,” The Princess gasps, her words coming out in breathless whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

“An apology isn’t needed… Somebody did this to you.”

“I asked for it.” She buries her face, muffling the cries that ultimately spill out into her hands. “I asked them to help me forget you.”

“...Oh.” The knight freezes, the pieces of the puzzle connecting in her mind with terrible clarity.

“That’s all it was supposed to do. I was supposed to wake up and be able to go through with it all—the wedding. Forgetting you was the only way I was going to go through with that marriage. I don’t want anybody else. I can’t think of anybody else. I only want you.”

“Me?” The words are still so unbelievable, even coming straight from the Princess’s lips. Marcia’s looking up at her now, clinging tightly to herself.

“Your kiss woke me up, did it not? Does that mean something to you?”

“It means that my world is no longer shattered.” Anetra doesn’t dare break eye contact, not even as tears now pour from her own eyes. “It means I can breathe again. And it means I need to say this now, while we have a moment of time without interruption.”

She sits gently on the side of the bed, fingers touching Marcia’s hand until the princess holds on tight.

“I love you with every last piece of my heart. I have loved you for a long time, I think. You are so radiant, so open and loving and kind. You walk into a room and the world falls in love with your smile, your heart, your quick wit… The breadth of it all is immeasurable, and when I thought I had lost you, everything fell into place.”

Marcia’s heart fills with an unmistakable warmth. “I have never been happier than to hear those words.”

She pulls Anetra close, pecking her lips with a brush of shyness. When the knight smiles against her she urges on, shifts to her knees to press herself against her. When she pulls away, it’s reluctant, her face still only inches away from the knight’s. She traces the line of Anetra’s scar with her fingertip, unable to take herself away from her gaze.

“I love you,” She sighs, her head falling onto Anetra’s shoulder. “If that wasn’t clear.”

“It’s clear, but I’d like another reminder if you’ll allow it.”

Anetra tips the Princess’s chin, her heart skipping around in her chest as Marcia’s incandescent smile is finally restored, giggling a bit under the knight’s ever-so-gentle touch.

Their kiss is fervent, Anetra steadying the Princess’s body with two sturdy hands on her hips, aflame in each place that they connect.

There’s footfalls in the hall. Anetra pulls away, Marcia whining at the loss of contact. They sit knee to knee, chest to chest, listening as the noise falls quiet again. Anetra presses her lips to the Princess’s forehead, her nose, then languidly to her lips.

“Ser Sasha is outside. Everyone’s waiting for the apothecary. They’re examining the potion, looking to see what you took.”

“And I’ll tell them.” The blonde huffs, indignant. “They can ask me, and I will be honest. They haven’t heard a word I’ve said for months now, only what they want to hear. And if they don’t hear this after what I have been through, then maybe they don’t deserve an heir at all.”

“Your father…”

“My father will understand or he will disown me. I am better for either of the two options, because in both we will be together.”

“And you’re sure that this is what you want?”

“I have wanted you for a long time. Waking up to your kiss confirms what had been in my heart and my mind all along; there is nobody else for me.”

Anetra grazes her thumb over the princess’s lower lip, then kisses her once more. Marcia hums in delight, eyes fluttering shut as that same wash of golden warmth that woke her spins around her, consumes her with a pleasant shiver in Anetra’s arms. The knight pulls back at first, but cannot keep herself from showering each bit of exposed skin with gentle, amorous lips.

“I suppose we should be telling the kingdom the good news.” She speaks between kisses and Marcia’s soft hands trailing her body with heightening urgency. “We cannot stay here forever, no matter how much I would like to.”

The princess sits back, wide-eyed and flushed, and runs her fingers through her long blonde hair.

“You go—I’d like them to see me bedridden one more time. I want them to know just how serious this is.”

The knight moves to stand, but is held back by Marcia’s hand on her arm. The princess giggles, smoothing out Anetra’s hair and straightening her clothing. Then, she dramatically flops back down onto the bed, covering herself up with a wave.

“We will be together.” She’s softened, a hint of nerves and vulnerability hiding behind the confident smile she wears. Anetra puts her hand over her heart, looking down at the Princess with unparalleled warmth.

“Always.”

Then at last, she departs, and turns to open the tea green door that will lead her to their fate.

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