#again. this is not a 'you have to do this' guide this is just 'here's smth that helps me so maybe it'll help yall too'

[brawberryz]

⎯⎯ Blind Love

⎯⎯ Jason Todd × Blind! Reader

Note: English is not my first language/ inspired by the manga Veil

TW / None,i just a little drabble

Snow fell in torrents through the city streets.

The snow painted the streets a white color, giving life to this dead city.

Your footsteps echoed through the cold city streets like a small tinkling sound.

You stood out among all the citizens, having such a charming yet simple style.

Your cane tapped the ground as you walked slowly down the street.

You were supposed to get to your new apartment, but you were lost, and being blind wasn't much help either.

Maybe you should have asked for a guide, but you wanted to be independent.

You grew up your whole life in a very overprotective family because of your disability, which bothered you.

They treated you like you were made of glass, as if you were going to break at some point.

You were tired of so much overprotection, so you decided to move to a new place.

But apparently you overreacted and ended up moving not only to another city but also to another country.

You were so confident in yourself. You didn't even notice you were lost, and someone like you on the streets of Gotham wasn't the best idea.

You were so distracted by your thoughts that your cane collided with someone's foot, causing you to stop dead in your tracks when you heard a small sound of pain as your cane hit the stranger.

"Ah! Excuse me..."

You said embarrassedly, apparently you ended up colliding with a stranger who was sitting on a bench.

It was only your first day here and you'd already messed up. You apologized several times without letting the stranger speak.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't hurt you, right?"

A small, awkward silence formed between the two of you until the stranger deigned to speak first.

"Don't worry, I've taken worse hits."

He said ironically. You just nodded, still embarrassed, but you could feel the man getting up and you could feel his imposing figure in front of you.

It's not that he's shorter, it's just that he was too tall.

"Wow, you're really tall!" You said without thinking about your words. You were someone who tended to say things without thinking, and that sometimes got you into trouble. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"No, calm down, it's okay."

Jason noticed from your nod. You weren't from this place. It was easy to spot someone new when they'd spent their entire life in this city.

"Hey, do you know this place?"

You asked suddenly, handing her a small piece of paper with all the information she needed written down, but they seemed to have forgotten that you were blind.

"Oh yeah, sure."

Jason took the paper as he read it, but all he could think about was how a person could stay with their eyes closed for so long.

Those doubts, though, were answered after seeing the cane and how you couldn't read something as simple as this paper.

Noticing that so late made him feel like an idiot.

"You should go straight and then turn left. On your right, you'll find your destination."

He said, trying to be as clear as possible. You just nodded happily and then took out your cane again.

"Thank you so much for the help!"

You said before returning with your slow steps. Something in him told him he should follow you and keep you safe.

You were new to Gotham, and your blindness made you easy prey for criminals.

Besides, he was a hero, or a good antihero, but he still had a desire for justice and to protect others, and he couldn't let someone like you walk the streets of Gotham.

"Careful, there's a staircase there!"

He yelled at you from afar when he saw you about to step on a step wrong. You just turned your head and nodded with a small laugh.

"I know, you shouldn't worry."

Your steps were slow but refined as you climbed the stairs. Something in Jason's chest burned every time he sensed something dangerous for you.

He had only met you a few minutes, but he already felt strange.

What the hell was happening to him?

"Are you sure? Is there no one to accompany you, or are you alone?"

He asked curiously, and you just nodded, not paying much attention.

You didn't need anyone's protection. You'd spent your whole life being overprotected, and you didn't need anyone else to worry about you.

"You shouldn't worry. Besides, let me warn you, following me won't get you to Wonderland."

Jason just arched at your sudden comment.

"Do I look like Alice to you?"

You could only let out a small laugh at the man's question.

"Well, maybe a little, but don't be offended, it's my favorite story!"

'She laughed...' That was the only thing Jason could think when he heard your laugh.

"Well, maybe you're right," he said as he approached you. "I almost fell into a hole today. It was an open sewer, and I almost fell in because I was too distracted."

"Ah..." You nodded, surprised but a little curious about the man's story. "Oh! Right, I haven't introduced myself. I'm (Name)!"

You felt like an idiot now. You'd spent a few minutes talking to the man, but you weren't even able to ask his name or introduce yourself properly, where were your manners!

"(Name)..." He said, repeating your name as if he were tasting it in his mouth. "You can call me Jason, Jason Todd."

"Nice name," you said, about to say something, but you were hesitant. You didn't know if you should ask him for help or not. But this was your only chance. "Sorry for asking, but do you know any places where we could get tea?"

After walking all over the city, your thirst and appetite had grown, and you thought a good cup of tea would solve everything.

"Uh, well, I know a place. But it's a bit far from here-"

"Really!"

You interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. He just nodded.

"I don't want to sound annoying, but..." You swallowed before continuing. "Could you take me to that place? I'm new around here, and you know...um."

Jason quickly understood the point. He knew you didn't want to seem useless, but he knew you needed help now.

"Yeah, sure. I hope you don't get bored with my company, though. I'm not one for words."

You shook your head in amusement.

"I don't think so. Your company can't be worse than walking down the street alone."

An inaudible laugh escaped Jason's lips. You were a very direct person.

But now that he had you closer, he noticed something. He felt like he'd seen your face somewhere.

And apparently he was right. You looked like one of those models. He saw your face for the first time when he was patrolling as usual.

Your presence was plastered all over that huge billboard that could easily light up an entire street.

Apparently, you were famous, since he'd seen your face on many posters and magazines, but he decided not to ask and kept his curiosity to himself.

"Could you give me your arm?"

"Uh-"

Before he could say anything, you answered.

"I wouldn't want to hit someone with my cane again, so you could be my guide and my eyes?"

"Oh, of course,"

He said, embarrassed, finally understanding what you meant.

You wrapped your hand around his arm and pressed against him. A small blush appeared on Jason's cheeks.

It was just the cold, right?

The blush didn't mean anything. He was just cold, or was that what he wanted to think?

Anyone who saw the two of you would think you were some kind of married couple.

"Now you'll check for any holes, right?"

You said with a small chuckle, reminding him of that incident he'd told you about.

"Of course, I'll try not to be so distracted this time."

You nodded at his comment.

Jason guided you through the snowy streets, slow steps following you as you could feel the cold breeze hitting your face.

You felt happy because after a long time, you had met someone; besides, he seemed like a nice person.

Maybe leaving home and being independent wasn't so bad.

Because if you hadn't, you would never have met him.

And he would never have met someone like you.

Maybe the two of you meeting was a coincidence or a piece of fate.

Or maybe the two of you were meant to be.

I think you should stop overthinking things. If you keep doing this, you'll most likely get some kind of headache.

The important thing is to live in the future.

And stop looking at the past

Jason is so Aleksander Code

Maybe I'll do a part 2 if I'm not too lazy

[vxlvted]

are they a sub, dom, or switch?

synopsis: basically just the title. are they more of a sub, dom, or a switch, and then what they’d be like.

tags: fem!reader, i actually don’t know what to tag here ..

a/n: ngl, some of this I would wake up, write, than fall asleep again with my phone in hand and repeat. I tried to go over and revise some stuff i wrote while half sleep last night, but I apologize if a bit of it is incoherent 😭

BANG CHAN - Switch (heavily leaning dom)

I know everyone loves to say Chan is this like hard daddy dom, but I don’t think he’d be that rough with you unless you asked for it. it probably took lots of convincing to get set him to agree to be a bit rough with you at times. He does naturally take on a more dominate role because of his personality though, he thrives on taking care of you and making you feel safe, so it’s second nature for him to instinctively take the lead during sex.

he’s observant and learns what you like so he knows how to make you fall apart. he’ll brush his lips across your skin, and his voice would drop. fingers trailing lightly down your spine as he whispers “You can take more, yeah?” while your legs tremble beneath you.

But I also don’t think he’s fully dom through and through. Chan wouldn’t like to be in control all of the time. As the leader, he carries a lot of stress and pressure so there are times when he’s just feeling drained. both mentally and physically.

And one of the ways he can just let those thoughts go and unwind is during sex, but sometimes he’s too tired or burnt out to take the lead and that’s when he’ll quietly slip into a more submissive role, he probably won’t say it at first, but you can definitely tell by the way he gets even more clingier than normal.

LEE KNOW - Dom (Hard to crack into his sub side)

I feel like this is kinda obvious, I definitely believe that Minho is naturally a dom. He teases you a lot, one thing he prides himself on is keeping eye contact. That gaze and his smirk? He loves just watching your reactions and smirking when you squirm.

I think he could lean into being a sub if he feels comfortable with you trusts you enough to give you control. but good luck getting him to that point.. you’ll have to practically pry the confession out of him yourself, he’ll never admit it otherwise.

he wouldn’t raise his voice or rush, everything he does seems like it’s deliberate and calculated. he’d drags things out until you’re practically crying from need and he would just coo and look at you with a look of mock pity. “you’re shaking already? we haven’t even started.” probably into subtle power play, having you kneel or call him “sir”.

Lee know would only give up control if he really trusted you. so if you manage to get him to sub, it’s a big achievement. he’d be the quiet, breathless type. I don’t think he’d be that talkative, but he may be vocal, mainly low whimpers, shaky breathing and biting his lip to conceal the sounds he thinks are embarrassing.

he’d lowkey try and test your patience by squirming or spitting out things about how you’re “not as tough as he thought.” he’s a brat. he wants you to put him in his place, fuck him hard enough that he can’t utter anything other than broken moans (whether it’s your riding him or using a strap on). and he’s super reactive. if you run your hands down his back (or his thighs, he reacts strongly to you running you nails down his inner thighs) his entire body’ll shudder.

CHANGBIN - Dom

Changbin is assertive, he’s gives off that “i’ll take care of you” energy but there a rough edge to it. He definitely enjoy guiding you and taking control. he’s a firm but gentle dom, he’ll absolutely wreck you—but make sure you’re comfortable and give you never ending praises you while doing it.

he would not let you rush him, he’d make you wait for it, holding you right at the edge until your begging him to let you finish. he’d watch you with lidded eyes and that slight smirk as you squirm. he’ll only give you what you want when you ask him exactly how he wants.

he’s strong and he knows it, picking you up effortlessly, pinning your hands above your head. he probably likes manhandling you, I mean he doesn’t have those arms for no reason. grabbing your chin to make you look at him as he whispers to you. y’know that deep/raspy voice he does sometimes when he raps. that one.

he’s not possessive, but definitely has a thing for you saying his name. idk man, those clips of him and his smirk when people chant his name on stage do smth to me. “say it louder.” “who’s making you feel this good.”

HYUNJIN - Switch

Hyunjin is absolutely a switch, He can definitely take control when the mood is right, but he enjoys being taken care of as well. I know every says this but it’s true, hyunjin is a romantic guy. he definitely likes sex to more romantic and slow most of the time. he does like to tease you a bit though, but he gives in the minute you start to beg.

he’d definitely be a whiny sub when he’s overstimulated, breathless and clutching onto you. breathless gasps, soft moans, shaky sighs. his voice would crack when you push him too far. (when he still had his long hair) he’d love when you’d tug at his hair, or scratch your nails down his back. he’d bit his lip and throw his head back to keep from being too loud (and he fails miserably, you can only hope your alone in the house, wherever you are)

when he’s in dom mode, it’s all about eye contact he’d make you look pretty and ruin you slowly. “Why are you hiding your face? Let me see you,” he knows how much you love his hands and he loves using them. running them down your sides, pressing his thumb into your bottom lip, or rubbing his thumb on your clit while fingering you.

(I know this isn’t something everyone is totally into, and honestly i’m not that into it either but I can’t get the idea of hyunjin having a foot fetish out my head 😭 idk why but i feel like that’s so him..)

sex with him would be rooted in making you feel good. rooted in making you feel adored. running you, but worshipping you. he’d probably cry a bit if it feels too intense—but intense in the best way possible.

HAN - Sub (can dom when he’s feeling confident)

idk what it is but to me Han just screams like “tease me until I can’t breathe”. definitely into things like light biting and being restrained. he’s very squirmy and reactive, arching his back, clutching onto you, completely helpless.

Loves being both praised and degraded when you’re on top, absolutely melts. Very vocal in bed — whining, moaning, gasping, he does it all. no holding back with him.

He’s naturally needy and (as Seungmin said in that one interview) he craves attention, so subbing is his default. But he can switch things up and surprise you sometimes.

It’s hard to tell when he’s gonna switch things up on you. You’ll think you’re gonna be the one in control tonight but next thing you know he has you flipped on your back, hands pinned above your head. He’ll give you a cheeky grin and tease until you decide to take over again. ghosting his lips over yours, not giving you what you want.

He wouldn’t be rough, but he’s teasing would drive you insane. “Use your words, baby. You can’t expect me to guess.” But eye contact his is weakness, hold eye contact with him and he’ll crumble in less than 10 seconds.

FELIX - Switch (leaning sub)

Felix’s whole vibe is being soft so it’s makes sense that he’s a sub. However, we’ve seen countless times that he is also a little gremlin, he’s a flirt and a tease and he’s good at it, so if he decides he wants to take control, he can and he does. and it catches you completely off guard every single time.

he loves to be loved, to be taken care of. he’d melt into your touch and nuzzle into your neck, letting out soft whines. he’d hate to be in any position that wouldn’t allow him to hold you properly, he loves to wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him. holding you tight as if he can’t breathe unless you’re skin on skin. he groans and moans a lot, his voice going from his regular deep to a surprisingly high pitched tone, voice cracking and trembling with each word.

when he does take control, it’d be a complete 180 from before. you’d know he means trouble the moment you catch that dark glint in his eyes. he’d be commanding but still gentle. his hands wouldn’t be too rough on you, but you’ll still feel like your completely at his mercy.

he’d take his time, drawing out your pleasure just to watch you tremble. also loves to make lots of eye contact (I mean we all saw that risabae video right?) and just smiles each time you try to squirm away from him.

SEUNGMIN - Dom

I know everyone believes Seungmin is like a hard, rough dom I don’t really think he’ll ever get like, completely aggressive. definitely very teasing and a strong dom but not so much aggressive. (or maybe it’s just me bcs i’m saying everyone is soft LMAO i’m sorry 😭) I think he’s very very calculated in the things he does, making you feel good while also making you loathe him for the endless teasing.

like I said, he wouldn’t raise his voice or get aggressive. his dominance would come through in how he stays calm and controlled while your absolutely losing it underneath him. he’s very handsy. he’ll say “Look at me.” and you’ll be so helpless to do anything but listen to him.

he’d love cupping your face, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. he’ll slowly break down your defenses. he knows exactly how to toy with your patience, keeping things slow and steady while hitting just the right spot just to slow down the second your about to cum. he’ll make sure your well taken care of in between teasing. A soft stroke of his hand down your cheek, “You’re so good for me,”

his type of dominance is often silent. his gaze alone can make you feel the weight of control before you have even made it to the bedroom and he loves watching you melt under his stare.

I.N. - Dom

Jeongin’s whole thing is quiet confidence. he acts innocent in public, but only you know the complete personality switch he has once you make it to the privacy of your bedroom.

he’ll probably start off teasingly but once you start begging he’d switch gears fast. he’s actually pretty intense, he loves seeing how far he can push you. he’ll hold down you hands and press his hands to your throat (lightly so he doesn’t hurt you) and grins when you gasp. he’ll hold you there and move slowly until you finally beg for him to do something, then he’d lean in and whisper “That’s what I wanted to hear.” he’d laugh softly when you whimper but his eyes would stay focused the entire time.

he’s focused. his quiet, deep voice commanding your attention. he can turn all his teasing into something more intense, gradually building it up until he has you exactly where he wants you.

once he knows that you are into it, he can’t help but watch in awe. he loves the feeling of knowing that he’s the one making you feel this good, that he’s the one making you lose your cool. “That’s it.. look at you.. so desperate for me.”

He’s good with his hands. I know everyone says it but he has to be. There’s no way he has hands like that, that he knows you love and doesn’t abuse his power with them. he’ll drag his hands up and down your thighs teasingly while pressing kissing to your pelvis, just an inch away from where you want him. he’s also insanely good with his tongue. I mean…. there’s no way he isn’t. you get the best of both words.

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[theminecraftbee]

If Cleo hadn’t known Joe for longer than either of them have known Hermitcraft, she might be concerned about Joe having an argument with himself about which of his six contingency boltholes to hide the two of them in and discuss plans. She might be even more concerned about how blatantly questionable several of them are—she didn’t even know Etho had an attic, let alone one Joe knew how to break into and had hidden a bed in. However, Cleo’s known Joe since longer than either of them have known Hermitcraft, and frankly this is an impressively minimal amount of bafflingly designed anxiety-induced disaster prep for him, so she just lets him guide him into the room and sits cross-legged on the floor.

“No one ever remembers that the overworld smells different,” she says with a sigh.

“For example, here it smells like Etho’s socks,” Joe responds. “Why does he keep socks in the attic, Cleo? I still haven’t figured it out!”

Cleo snorts. “He’s a very strange little man.”

Joe shakes his head. “No, no, if he were a strange little man, I’d know. That’s what I am!”

“No, you’re a strange little puppet these days. Entirely different.”

“Oh, right.”

The two of them sit in silence for a bit after that. Cleo just breathes. They are supposed to be dead or exiled, and they are not. “Supposed to be dead but they’re not” is like, Cleo’s entire thing as a zombie, and Joe’s entire thing as a person, so that’s not what’s making Cleo’s heart race. Maybe Joe’s right; maybe it is the smell of socks. Maybe, though, it’s that the world is different colors. Everything isn’t the same awful grey and red, stretched out endlessly across the horizon.

A fuzzy puppet hand is placed on her own. Cleo looks down.

“Sorry I couldn’t talk to you the whole time. I was being hunted for sport,” Joe says.

“What? No, don’t answer that. Scar. That was obvious. Don’t know why I bothered asking.”

“Doc also kind of wanted to?” Joe says. “But as we both know, Doc’s really bad at making threats that are actually actionable. It’s sort of embarrassing. Cub, also, although Cub and I were mostly engaged in psychological warfare. It’s kind of a shame he exiled himself; who else has an appropriately complex relationship with fireworks and comic sans?”

Cleo snorts. “Never change, Joe.”

“I can’t promise that. To live is to change,” Joe says solemnly.

“Walked into that one,” Cleo says.

They both fall silent a little longer.

“The fact you called me at all, uh. Texted me. Kept me company. Fought a dragon? The drop shipping? I—”

“If my best friend goes mad from loneliness I’m not a very good friend,” Joe says.

“Still, thanks,” Cleo says. “Thank you. It was—thank you.”

“Anyone would have,” Joe says, and all at once Cleo is laughing and sobbing into their hands. Distantly, they can hear Joe panicking; he’s never been very good at other people’s emotions. It’s just—nothing, for days, and everything now, and the edges of their sleeves are still singed from Grian’s attempt to render it all pointless, and Joe’s right here, and Joe’s right here, saying:

“It’s alright, Cleo. I mean, it’s not, there’s an authoritarian government that isn’t letting me play Permitmaster. But it’s okay, for some definition of that, I think—”

“They really wouldn’t,” Cleo manages between choked breaths.

“What?” Joe says.

“You said it’s what anyone would do and they really wouldn’t,” Cleo says.

“…really?” Joe says, and he sounds so idiotically baffled and so exactly like Joe Hills, constant in Cleo’s life since before either of them knew what a Hermitcraft was, that she breaks down into sobs again. Distantly, she recognizes that this is a symptom of having ridden a horse across the nether roof for enough days in a row that her ability to emotionally regulate snapped a little. Immediately, though, she can’t stop thinking about how lucky she is.

Joe smiles, strangely kind for a puppet, and leans his entire felt body against her. He stops talking for the moment. Cleo knows it’s more that he’s probably panicking internally than out of any desire for silence, but…

She’s really, really lucky.

By some miracle stroke, they’re both left alone long enough for Cleo to pull herself together, and then, to the sound of distant fireworks and sirens, they escape Etho’s attic, laughing.

Together they really are going to be so annoyingly unstoppable.

[uniasus]

"Red Robin," he corrected, doing his best to lower his voice.

Danny scrunched up his nose, but repeated the name. He sounded just as uncertain as he did saying Tim's name.

"Stay still," Tim commanded, reaching for Danny's binding. His wrists were pink from rope burn, and there was a scab forming on his lip, but otherwise Danny was unharmed. As soon as Danny's hands were free, he ripped the blindfold off.

Tim stared into Danny's milky eyes. What ever explosion that had taken his sight had left a nasty scar across his face. And while Danny said the only thing he could detect was brightness, Danny gazed right at Tim.

Tim swallowed and forced himself not to react. The Waynes had already tested Danny thoroughly, accepted his odd sense of precognition and way to always know where they were, but it was still very unnerving to lock eyes with that milky blue gaze.

Danny held out his blindfold to Tim. "You'll need this."

Tom pocketed it. If Danny said he'd need it, he'd need it.

"Take my hand. I'll guide you out."

"I, thanks."

Without his cane, the only real stirring Danny needed was around the bound kidnappers and hints on where the stairs were. He moved steady and sure up the wooden staircase, pausing at the top. It always impressed Tim, how smoothly he moved. He'd take to the few ballet move Cass taught him beautifully.

"Stay here," Tim guided Danny toward a chair. "I'm gonna call the cops, and then your father."

"No need, he knows I'm safe."

Tim snapped his gaze to Danny. Had he not convinced Danny he wasn't Tim? Had he known their identities? Was Batman, or Bruce, seconds from bursting into the abandoned shop.

He stared at Danny, who stared at the door. After a minute, Tim asked. "Something I should know?"

"The boss is coming."

As soon as Danny said it, a man walked through the door. He took one look at Tim and then turned to flee. Tim was on him in a heartbeat - it took seconds to knock him out and use the blindfold Danny had handed him to tie the man's hands behind his back.

Job done, Tim wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at Danny. He hadn't moved, other than to watch the fight. And watch felt like the right word for the blind teen, how even feet away and through the noise of a fight Danny tracked him exactly.

It struck Tim suddenly, that with his abilities, Danny could have predicted his kidnapping and prevented it. But he hadn't. He'd allowed this to happen.

He swallowed. "Ready to go home?"

Danny smiled at him. "Yes, Tim."

Tim didn't bother correcting him again.

All Seeing

DpxDc

Bruce Wayne had been many things in his life: billionaire, businessman, vigilante, father. But a long-lost uncle? That was a new one.

The SOS from a small town in Illinois had sent him racing against time, but he had been too late. An accident had taken the lives of an unknown distant cousin and their entire family—except for one. The sole survivor was a boy named Danny, left blind from the incident. When Bruce had arrived, he saw no other option but to take him in, to give him the support he needed.

Months passed, and Danny quickly found a place within the Wayne family. He was kind, gentle, and an overall bright presence in the manor. But grief had its way of clinging to people, and Danny was no exception. He had his sad days, times when he retreated into himself and let silence be his shield. Even so, the Batfamily took to him, each in their own way.

There was just one thing about him that none of them could ignore: he gives out cryptic warnings.

It had started small. He would mention the weather, and it would turn exactly as he said. He would casually hand someone an item—a band aid, an extra set of gloves, a lucky charm—and say, "Be careful." And without fail, later that day, they would end up needing it. It might have been coincidences at first, but the pattern grew undeniable.

Danny could see the future. Or, at least, something close to it.

The family, skeptics that they were, had tried to prove otherwise. They set up small tests, all of which Danny passed without even realizing he was being tested. Eventually, they stopped trying to disprove it and started trying to understand it instead. Bruce, being Bruce, documented everything. Tim, ever the investigator, compiled data. Damian remained skeptical but watched his cousin with a hawk’s eye.

Then Danny was kidnapped.

It had been a random act—a desperate group of criminals seeking to ransom Bruce Wayne’s newest ward. They had no idea what they had walked into. The moment Danny went missing, the Batfamily mobilized. It was Red Robin who found him first.

Tim had worked swiftly, dismantling the criminals with precision, tying them up before they even had a chance to process what was happening. He had moved quietly, intent on assessing Danny’s condition before alerting the others. But before he could even speak, Danny, bound and blindfolded, tilted his head slightly and murmured, "...Tim?"

Tim froze.

It wasn’t a confident statement; it was uncertain, questioning. But Danny, who should have had no way of knowing, knows.

[pineconepie]

oooo how about vincent with reader and one of his parties gone wrong? maybe reader gets hurt or almost dies?

Here you go!! <3

TW: Near-death experience (for Reader), mentions of murder, attempted murder, poisoned Reader, hospitals

"Stay close by me," Vincent reminds you once again, squeezing your hand tighter in his own gloved one. "You don't have permission to talk to strangers or leave my sight."

You almost scoff. As if you ever have permission.

Its been at least three months since you've started living with him. Despite being constantly monitored, you don't necessarily hate living with him. After getting used to his treatment of you, it's pretty comforting.

Being able to depend on somebody and not worry about things is nice. Other than a few rules, you can basically do whatever you want as long as it doesn't involve running away, hurting anyone or yourself, or disrespecting Vincent.

Overall, it could be way worse.

Vincent looks at you for confirmation.

"I know," you mumble. "No going near strangers or leaving your sight. I'm not stupid."

The blond chuckles softly, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. "No, you're certainly not dumb, pumpkin, but sometimes it takes more than smarts to keep safe. Remember what we said? The world is dangerous." He ruffles your hair gently. "And hey, if you don't wanna stay for long, we don't have to. Just need to make appearances, all that good stuff."

You nod. "Okay."

Honestly, if you had a choice, you wouldn't attend this gala whatsoever. It was a meeting between members of Cryo, but not like their usual monthly one.

Instead, this was actual an annual thing hosted in order to show off Cryo's successes over the year and hopefully find prospective members.

Vincent was reluctant when you told him you wanted to go, since apparently these galas were usually rather boring and weren't suited for "babies" like you (in Vincent's words). Plus, there'd be plenty of alcohol, gambling, and lots of "grown-up conversations."

But you managed to convince him with your puppy dog eyes and pleading. He's weak for those, you've noticed. Always wants to please you.

He had gotten you the nicest dress/suit, even though you already had at least five ones to choose from. He donned a black suit with a purple tie and matching slacks. His gloves were also black and leather, as well as his belt and shoes. He finished the look off with cufflinks shaped like golden bullets and a matching broach on his suit.

"You nervous, kiddo?" he asks in concern, squeezing your hand tighter.

"A little bit," you admit. "Just want people to like me."

Vincent frowns at you. "Well, if they're mean to you, they'll end up six feet under, so no need to worry about that."

"I don't want people to die either," you grumble. "Especially just because of me."

Vincent pinches your cheeks. "They can either be respectful to you, or dead. Their choices, doesn't seem like a hard one, either."

You swat at his hand, and he laughs. Soon enough, the two of you reach a large, extravagant looking building, lit up brightly despite the late night.

He guides you towards the entrance, and you enter into a massive hall filled with hundreds of people, most likely part of Cryo. Its quite loud inside. There's music playing somewhere nearby as well.

Everyone seems dressed formally. Suits and dresses abound. Several waiters walk by holding trays piled high with hors d'oeuvres and wine glasses.

Vincent continues to guide you towards a specific spot—where the guests are gathering to greet one another. As soon as he shows up, everyone greets him. Some of them eye you suspiciously or curiously, but they seem to know better than to outright approach you.

And you notice they only acknowledge your existence briefly before turning away and continuing their conversations with him or each other.

He notices you staring. "(Y/n), want me to introduce you?" he murmurs, patting your back.

You shake your head, and instead hide yourself behind him.

"Sorry, folks, my kid is a bit shy right now," Vincent laughs. "How bout we save introductions for later when they're in a better mood?"

The people shrug and agree, seeming content with that answer.

So that's how things continue. Vincent occasionally lets go of your hand to perform a handshake with somebody new, or wrap an arm around your shoulders, but never once truly leaves your side.

Occasionally, he offers to grab you food and drinks, making sure to only feed you things he knows are safe. Knowing the crowd here, for once you don't blame him for being extra vigilant.

A lot of small talk goes on. You zone out a bit as you hear talks about trade deals, weapons manufacturing, smuggling operations, assassinations... The typical mob business. You already know most of the details thanks to Vincent's constant chatter anyways.

Once it seems like the two of you have met every single person attending, he brings you to a quieter part of the gala, where they seem to have an open bar.

A couple people are milling around the area. A few seated on barstools and chatting with bartenders, others standing nearby watching. Vincent guides you to one of the seats, helping you onto the stool before sitting next to you.

"Want some juice, kiddo? We've got lemonade, grape juice, orange juice..." Vincent says. "I personally get a root beer float most of the time."

"Don't you drink?" you ask. Now that you think about it, you've never seen him drink in your presence.

"Not as often anymore. Not when I got someone young and innocent depending on me! Gotta be sober to watch you properly," Vincent says. "Besides, I'd never live it down if I became a bad influence for you."

You almost laugh. Funny he out of all people is saying that. "I guess I'll have what you're having, then."

Vincent grins and flags down one of the nearby servers.

"What can I get you, Mr. Brewer?"

"Two root beer floats for us, please."

She nods and rushes away.

While waiting, the two of you idly chat and watch everyone else. You notice a tall man with short brown hair and brown eyes approach, eyes fixed on Vincent. Something about his wide smile throws you off. He looks friendly, yes, but also a bit too enthusiastic, even more so than others who met you earlier.

He seems different than the other people here, and not in a good way.

"Hey, Boss," the man greets. His voice is slightly on the higher-pitched side. "Haven't seen you since your trip to Budapest. I heard you adopted a kid." He smiles at you.

"Yep," Vincent confirms, though he sounds a bit annoyed. "If you attended more meetings, that wouldn't have become a problem. Phoenix tried to contact you several times, we all thought you were dead."

The guy scratches the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry... Things got busy on my end..."

Vincent looks angry, but holds himself back from yelling. For your sake, that much is obvious. You see his fingers twitching subtly. "You should make an effort to stay available whenever possible. You have a job, Sullivan. This isn't some side-gig you can just show up to when you want. If your uncle weren't contributing so much to Cryo, you'd be out of here in a heartbeat. I can still make that happen."

Sullivan sighs. "Yeah. I'll try to do better next time. Sorry again, really." He sits next to Vincent, eyeing both of your root beer floats, both in fancy wine glasses. "So, uh, (Y/n), was it? Nice to meet you."

"Yeah... nice to meet you too," you say politely, sipping your drink.

Vincent's eye twitches. He shifts his chair so it's angled closer to you protectively. Almost like a shield separating you and Sullivan apart. "Is there something else you needed?" Vincent questions, clearly getting impatient. He puts his drink down, right next to yours.

"Nah, just wanted to see you and apologize for being such trouble recently." Sullivan wedges himself between you two, arms outstretched on both of your shoulders, and both of you looking at him in confusion. Vincent's confused look turns into a sour one. "What? Just wanted to be affectionate, sorry. You're awfully grumpy today."

"Are you drunk?" Vincent sneers.

"Just a little!" Sullivan snorts and pulls away.

You're a little fearful for the guy's life, judging by the way Vincent is staring him down. You grab your drink and take a sip from it, not noticing Sullivan's brief look of panic.

"Uh, well, gotta go! I'm sure Trent's gonna wanna catch up with me," Sullivan nervously says, walking away quicker than Vincent has ever seen him go.

The blond only scoffs. "If I see him again tonight, I'll shoot him in the head myself," he grumbles.

"What happened to wanting to be a good influence?" you laugh.

Vincent flicks your nose. "Hey, if someone were bothering you who you wanted to shoot, I'd fully support it. I think the world would be a much better place if we got rid of all the people who were bothering my beloved kiddo." He ruffles your hair. "And hey, did you take my root beer float? Mine had the purple straw! Brat." His tone is playful, of course.

You pull back to look at the nearly fully-consumed drink, seeing the green straw. "Oops, must've mixed 'em up... too late, it's mine now."

He shakes his head in mock disappointment. "My kiddo... so mean. But it's fine, because yours had more in it, anyway! So ha-ha." As if proving a point, he begins loudly slurping yours. You laugh at the silliness. If only everyone knew that Vincent was a fool.

"That guy was kind of weird," you murmur, changing the subject onto Sullivan. "Have you known him for long?"

"Unfortunately," Vincent mutters. "Ever since his uncle joined Cryo, he felt entitled enough to get a job from us. Honestly, I'd much rather fire him, but since he's family with a high ranking member, I'd rather not cause any unnecessary conflict. Don't really trust him, though."

"Sounds like you really hate him," you chuckle.

"Me? Hate someone? Pfft, never. I'm a saint." Vincent nudges your shoulder with his own. "Yeah, I'm kidding. I kinda hate him. And I especially hate anyone who makes you uncomfortable, which I can tell he was doing. If not for his uncle..." He doesn't need to finish that sentence.

You finish your root beer float, and put the empty glass to the side. He wraps an arm around your shoulders while he pulls out his phone.

You see it's Quinn, and that he's telling her to keep an eye on him. You continue reading what he's texting, but then it gets harder to, the words growing blurrier and blurrier.

That's when you realize everything is getting blurry. Even the man next to you.

"Dad," you mutter. Your tongue feels like lead.

"Not now. Give Dad one sec." He keeps typing on his phone.

"Dad." More urgently.

"Be patient, kiddo. Quinn can barely type properly as is."

"I feel really bad," you rasp. "Dizzy."

Vincent looks up from his phone quickly. "(Y/n)?" His eyes widen as he sees your pained expression and sweat dripping down your face.

He drops his phone immediately as he catches you right before you fall off the stool. He runs a hand across your forehead. "(Y/n)? Hey, baby, shh, calm down. What hurts?" Panic seeps through his tone, yanking off one of his gloves with his teeth to feel your pulse, putting two fingers to your neck. Its rapid-fire.

"E-everything," you whimper. It's hard to even form words anymore. Your vision is getting darker and darker, and you can no longer breathe.

You begin to cough, holding onto his shirt for comfort as you feel the edges of your conscious slipping. Your throat feels blocked up. Every attempt to speak results in a strained wheeze and a coughing fit.

Vincent lets out a rare, strangled noise. The fear of losing you is the one thing keeping him grounded.

He lifts you up easily, bridal-style, into his arms, resting your head against his chest. He maneuvers past the crowds, calling for someone to get a stretcher for you.

You can't tell what he's saying anymore, only that he's yelling. Is he mad? Upset?

Or terrified, maybe. Maybe that's why his voice is shaky and cracked.

"Baby, come on, just breathe for Dad, alright? Just focus on my voice, sweetie," he begs, rubbing circles in your chest, as if he can coax air into your lungs. "Breathe with me. Please."

Your breath stutters and comes out shallowly. There's nothing you can do.

No way to obey him. You can't breathe. Why can't you breathe? You're trying so hard, just like he asked you to, but it's like your lungs refuse to expand, refusing to cooperate.

Vincent tries his best to coach you into breathing right, talking in soothing tones and soft coos, encouraging you to calm down and copy him.

Even if everything didn't sound muffled, you couldn't understand him anyway from the way he's speaking, on the verge of hyperventilating. He's trying so hard to act okay for you.

Everything starts to become dim. Blackness creeps into the corners of your vision, slowly overtaking your sight entirely. No matter how hard you struggle, fighting to stay awake and alive, your body gives into the poison and shuts down, leaving you limp in his arms.

The last thing you hear before darkness consumes your consciousness is Vincent screaming louder than you've ever heard him before.

...

Vincent paces back and forth as he waits in the hospital hallway outside of the ER.

"Vincent," Trenton greets sympathetically. It's rare he ever refers to his boss with his first name, but it's not something Vincent minds usually, especially not now. His mind is too preoccupied. "We found the perpetrator—"

"Sullivan," Vincent snarls, finishing for him. "I already figured."

"R-right," Trenton sighs. "We caught him attempting to run. He was already prepared for flight. Uh, it seems like the strychnine was meant for you, but either mixed them up or you got your drinks mixed up."

Vincent nods. "That damn traitor... you have him in custody, right?" Trenton nods. "Good. Keep him alive. I want to kill him myself."

"Understood. Do you want us to torture him first?" Trent asks. He's usually not this brutal, but he loves you like a sibling, after all.

"No. I'm saving that pleasure for myself." The door opens and a doctor steps out. Vincent's most trusted doctor, Dr. Fredericks. "(Y/n)! Let me see them now!" He doesn't even bother asking if you're alive; he simply refuses to even consider that outcome. That's the only thing that's been stopping him from absolutely losing it.

"Okay, but they're very much out of it," she tells him, leading him down the hallway into your room.

She's right.

You're on a hospital bed with the covers pulled over your chest. An oxygen mask is secured over your mouth and nose, and several monitors hooked to various machines beep quietly, tracking your vitals. There's an IV drip attached to your wrist.

As promised, you are awake, but clearly unable to do anything beyond that. Your eyes are drooping and you're blinking slowly, struggling to stay alert.

"(Y/n)," Vincent breathes, rushing over and grabbing your hand. He crouches beside the bed so that he's level with you. "Sweetie? Can you hear me?" He kisses your temple gently. He brushes your hair away from your forehead, pressing his cheek against yours.

You try to move your hand weakly towards his voice.

The blond nods quickly. "Hi, baby. Yeah, its Dad. I'm here. Everything is gonna be okay now." He presses kisses all over your face—anywhere he can reach without disturbing the oxygen mask.

"Poisoned," you manage to rasp.

"I know, lovebug. But it'll be okay." Tears threaten to spill down Vincent's cheeks.

"Scary," you say next.

"I know," Vincent whispers again, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching closely enough. Shouldn't have let him anywhere near us. I won't make that same mistake again, I promise." Not after he turns that bastard to dust. Slowly.

"Not y'r fault," you slur.

"It is. I should've protected you. That's my job, sweetie." He kisses your hand repeatedly. "Don't speak anymore, okay? I just want you to rest. At least until this comes off." He taps the clear oxygen mask. "And then we'll talk aaaall you want. Doesn't that sound nice?"

You shift positions as much as the wires will allow, and you pat the small space on the mattress, motioning for him to join you.

He chuckles and shakes his head fondly. "Aww, buddy. I don't wanna crush you."

When you continue to persistently slap the bed sheets, he finally concedes. He slips his shoes off and climbs onto the bed with you, helping you lay on top of his chest.

He makes sure all wires are in place as they were moments ago. "Comfy?" You hum in confirmation. Vincent plays with your hair. "Get some sleep, honey. Dad's not going anywhere."

Your eyelids flutter shut as you listen to the sound of his steady heartbeat, grounding you and lulling you to a peaceful, safe sleep.

Normally Vincent would be awake, hyper-vigilant as ever, but the exhaustion from running around in a frenzy and pure terror takes its toll on him too. His eyes close and sleep follows soon after.

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Have you planned to do some boyfriend headcanon for Pedri, Kenan and Jamal aswell? I would love to read then > ^ <

Boyfriend Headcanon~Pedri González

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: this has got to be my fav headcanon I've written. i hope you enjoy <3

❖ bf! Pedri is the type to always have a hand on you. Whether it’s holding your hand, resting his palm on your thigh. He's always absentmindedly playing with your fingers, tracing over your knuckles, or squeezing your hand in random rhythms. Sometimes, he intertwines your fingers and murmurs, “Your hands are so tiny.”

❖ bf! Pedri is lowkey obsessed with your scent. He buries his face in your neck just to breathe you in, and if you ever leave a hoodie at his place, he refuses to wash it for a while.

❖ bf! Pedri gets jealous when you call someone else ‘love’. You could be talking to a waiter, a friend, or even your mom, but the moment you say “Thanks, love” to someone who isn’t him, Pedri side-eyes you. “I thought I was your only love,” he grumbles, pulling you closer.

❖ bf! Pedri randomly texts you “I miss you” even when he just saw you. If he’s in training or sitting at home, you’ll get messages like “I miss you.” Sometimes, they’re followed by pictures of him looking dramatic or a voice note with a sad sigh. If you respond teasingly, he’ll double down with “It’s serious, cariño. I think I need to see you right now.”

❖ bf! Pedri secretly loves when you steal his hoodies, but he pretends to complain. Every time you take one of his hoodies, he sighs dramatically. “Amor, I’m running out of clothes.” But in reality, he loves seeing you in them. Sometimes, he ‘forgets’ to take his hoodie back, just so you’ll wear it again.

❖ bf! Pedri knows the sidewalk rule. Without fail, every time you walk together, Pedri subtly moves you to the inside of the sidewalk. If you try to switch back, he gently tugs you closer, shaking his head. “Just stay here, princesa,” he mutters, like it’s non-negotiable.

❖ bf! Pedri kisses you randomly, especially in the middle of conversations. You could be in the middle of explaining something, and suddenly, he leans in to kiss you mid-sentence. When you blink at him, he just shrugs. “What? You looked too cute not to kiss.”

❖ bf! Pedri always pulls you onto his lap when you sit next to him. It doesn’t matter if you’re at home, at a friend’s house, or in a casual setting. If there’s space, Pedri pulls you onto his lap. “Sit here,” he says, already guiding you over. If you try to protest, he gives you a look like “You belong here, end of discussion.”

❖ bf! Pedri gets grumpy when you take too long to reply but won’t admit it. If you take longer than usual to text back, Pedri starts overthinking. He won’t say anything, but the moment you text him, he replies within seconds. If you ask if he was waiting, he scoffs. “Pfft, no. I was just already on my phone.” He was absolutely waiting.

❖ bf! Pedri insists on choosing your nail color and paying for them. Every time you book a nail appointment, Pedri gets excited like it's a national event. He’ll scroll through Pinterest, sending you options like “This one would look so good on you” and “What about red? You know I love red.” No matter what color you end up choosing, he always pays, leaving a generous tip for the nail tech.

❖ bf! Pedri sends you videos of dogs and says “this is us”. Out of nowhere, Pedri will send you a random video of two golden retrievers cuddling and caption it “Us”.

❖ bf! Pedri gets pouty when you wear socks to bed. He loves feeling your bare legs tangled with his under the sheets, so when you crawl into bed wearing socks, he immediately frowns. “Amor, take them off, por favor,” he whines, already pulling at the fabric. If you refuse, he’ll start a whole argument about “How can I warm you up if you’re wearing these?”

❖ bf! Pedri gets jealous but in a quiet way. He won’t make a scene, but you’ll notice his arm tightening around your waist or the way he stares down the guy talking to you. Later, he’ll casually ask, “So… who was that?”

❖ bf! Pedri insists on carrying your bag, no matter how small it is. Even if it’s the tiniest purse imaginable, Pedri insists on carrying it. “It’s fine, give it to me.” He’ll throw it over his shoulder like it’s the most normal thing, completely unfazed when his teammates tease him about it.

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a team. l Joel Miller

before Jackson

Summary: you finally made it to Jackson

Warnings: angst, tears, Tommy and Maria, Ellie is here too, some swearing, guns, Joel is an asshole, some fluff at the end

A/N: @underneath-the-sky-again and I were talking about what happened when Reader and Joel got to Jackson. is this a good answer?

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

"Joel! Ellie!"

When you were surrounded by people on horses, you were sure that this was the end for you. You were so close to Jackson that you couldn't believe that fate could be so capricious. You saw Joel grab Ellie by the arm, trying to pull her away, but escape was impossible. Not this time...

Suddenly, someone shouted your name. You raised your head and looked around. You knew this man. He was from Jackson. You were safe.

Joel never fully trusted anyone, not in these times. Even though you were talking to that guy who had just pointed a gun at you, Joel kept an eye on you the whole time. He wasn't convinced of your safety until he saw Tommy.

When the younger Miller's eyes landed on you, he beamed. "Good to see you! Thanks for bringing them here." he said, taking you in his arms and hugging you tightly "I was wondering when you'd show up."

"We bumped into each other a long way from here." you replied "I thought they could use a guide. Damn, I wouldn't have guessed you were brothers!"

"Yeah!" Tommy laughed, "I inherited all the personal charm."

"And the extroversion." you chuckled.

Tommy took you to a warm place and you were given a meal. You didn't want to disturb Joel and Tommy, so you sat down further away. It took you longer than you planned to get back to Jackson, but you finally made it here. However, your happiness was covered by a black cloud that told you one thing - it was time to part ways.

All you talked about was getting to this place, Joel found his brother, Ellie was safe, and you... You were going to be alone again.

"Are you coming with us?" Ellie called when Tommy and Maria wanted to show them the empty house they were going to stay in.

"I'm not sure." You replied.

Maria smiled at you, stroking her visible belly. "Your old room is free. You can stay there." You nodded, thanking her quietly.

Ellie frowned and looked at Joel. "She won't be living with us?" she asked.

"It's not up to me, kid." He replied, but you noticed that he threw a quick glance your way.

“But she belongs to us. We’ve been through so much together.” She walked over to you, grabbing your hand. “You’re coming with us. If need be, I’ll give you my bed.”

"Ellie..." You sighed, unable to hide your emotion. "I don't want to bother you. You and Joel were supposed to get to Jackson. We made it."

Maria looked from you to the girl, finally speaking. "Her room is really comfortable and warm. You'll see each other around town. Unless she runs away again."

Someone cleared their throat, and you all looked over at Joel. He had already put on his jacket and was standing by the door, clearly tired. “Ellie’s right, you should move in with us. If you want.”

"What do you mean? We've barely arrived and we're already leaving?" you looked at Joel not understanding a word.

You managed to sleep for a few hours and eat another meal. You took a bath and felt like a new person, and in the meantime Miller told you that he was going somewhere again. After coming back from Tommy's, he seemed more depressed to you, as if a great burden had fallen on his shoulders again. You, on the other hand, were confused.

"Ellie is important." he finally spoke.

You folded your arms across your chest. "Of course she is. But what does that have to do with her?"

"You won't understand."

"Then explain it to me!" you snorted. "If I have to go with you, I want to know."

Something in his gaze sent a cold shiver down your spine. You understood it without words. The decision had been made and you were not to be a part of it.

"You've got to be kidding..." you hissed.

"Just me and Ellie." Joel lowered his gaze, not ready to look you in the eye. You had done so much for her, risked so much, and now he was leaving you alone. For your safety, but he couldn't tell you about it. He couldn't tell you anything, even though he wanted to.

When he heard your voice again, it was trembling and full of suppressed emotions. "We're a team. We're in this together. All this way here, I..."

"It's always been just me and Ellie. You're staying."

It was like a slap in the face. He saw your eyes widen, glistening with tears. He knew you would give anything for Ellie, even your own life. He also knew that if he asked you to go with him, you would do it without hesitation. But you had to stay in Jackson. You were safer here than with them.

"Listen..." he started, but he saw you raise a hand, stopping him from saying anything else.

"You've said enough, Joel."

He hadn't felt as alone as he did at that moment in a long time.

The weeks dragged on incredibly. To occupy your time, you began patrolling the area, but your thoughts kept returning to Joel and Ellie.

Your farewell wasn't one of tenderness and joy. As you held Ellie in your arms, you begged her to come back to you safe and sound. She didn't understand why you couldn't go with them either, but Joel didn't explain much to anyone.

Joel. His furtive glances at you were full of pain and remorse, but you knew that didn’t mean he’d changed his mind. Even before he left, he heard your quiet voice, barely above a whisper. “Take care of yourself, Joel.”

“Will you be here when we get back?” he asked before he could stop himself.

That was what he feared most. That you would leave again, that you would disappear over the horizon and he would never see you again. How was it possible that he needed you so much?

"If you want me to be."

He nodded. He couldn't answer louder.

"You're still waiting for them. Do you think they'll come back?"

You looked at Stephen, who shifted in his saddle and reached for a canteen of water.

"I hope so." You replied.

"We're all waiting for someone, darling." You smiled and looked at the man.

"And what are you waiting for, Stephen?"

"Until my fucking leg stops hurting. I think it's going to rain, it always hurts like that when it rains."

You've been circling the area since morning, your patrol slowly coming to an end. One last look at the horizon, one last squint, because maybe you'll be able to see something more.

"Is that a fucking car?"

You turned around as if on command and saw it too. A car was slowly driving down the dirt road in your direction. You reached for your gun instinctively, the horses nervously pawing the ground with their hooves. Only when someone started waving at you from the passenger seat did you realize who it was.

"Ellie! It's them, Stephen!" you called out and hit the horse's sides with your heels, forcing it to gallop.

The car stopped and you jumped down, running towards it. Ellie almost fell out of the vehicle and threw herself into your arms. "Are you okay? Are you okay?" you asked, hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead and ruffling her hair.

"I'm okay! Hey!" she groaned, but giggled "I missed you so damn much!"

"I missed you too! Jesus, I was about to look for you myself." You pushed the girl to arms length and looked at her closely "Are you sure you're okay? Should I take you to the clinic?"

"Relax!" Ellie chuckled.

The slam of the door closing caught your attention. You recognized him immediately, although he seemed somehow changed, as if the burden he took with him from Jackson hadn't left him at all.

"Hi." Joel greeted you.

He didn't expect that. You let go of Ellie and after a moment you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Hesitantly, but with relief, Joel embraced you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

They were home.

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[aziraphales-library]

Hey there!

Got any adult omens that are human au’s? I’ve read all the ones on here that I can find so any more suggestions would be greatly appreciated. The fluffy ones are the ones I enjoy most!

Thank you all so much for the work you’ve done. This library is amazing!

-A

Hello! Here are some fics to add to our #human au, #fluff, and #adult omens tags...

Rear Ended by Caedmon (E)

Crowley is already having a very bad day when he accidentally plows his new car into someone at a traffic stop. He's ready to rip the head off of the person - until an angel gets out of the car, and suddenly, he's in love.

The High Road and the Low Road by saretton (E)

It's been two years and, finally, it has happened. They're paired up again. Anthony Crowley, coach driver for Roadside Fire Coaches and Buses, and Aziraphale Fell, licensed member of Scotland's Tourists Guide Association. Maybe this time they can finally talk and figure out whatever has been going on between them for fifteen years. ----- A Good Omens Scotland Tour Human AU.

litany in which certain things are crossed out by Ayes (E)

A beaten-down Aziraphale opens a bakery in the small town of Tadfield, where he finds an all-night greasy spoon and one fallen Crowley, who is making amends through various and increasingly ridiculous means of community service. Features an inexperienced!Aziraphale, Crowley the town ne’er-do-well, and Crowley’s self-appointed protector, young Adam. Human AU. All quotations are from Richard Siken’s earth-shattering collections of poetry, Crush and War of the Foxes. cw/tw: brief mentions of fatphobia; homophobia; religious oppression; miscarriage; self-hatred; background character death; drug addiction; foster care; past animal abuse… all referenced and not actively happening in the story, but sad beginnings that are addressed in order to make room for happy endings.

Oddity by Tsyvia48 (E)

The Museum staff were shocked and annoyed when their incompetent director Gabriel hired a street performer to guest curate an original exhibit about David Bowie. Aziraphale was immediately put off by Anthony Crowley's rudeness and arrogance--how dare the man think he could just waltz in to a project like this! Aziraphale was determined to make Crowley regret underestimating the task. For his part, Crowley could hardly believe his good luck: some of the smartest people he'd ever met were paying him to think about Bowie. It was like a dream come true. If only he didn't have to work closely with the posh bastard who seemed to need to hold his nose just to be in the same room with him. Crowley was determined to make Aziraphale regret underestimating him.

Drive me to the Moon by CaptainBlou, Elenthya (E)

At GOMENS, world-renowned sports brand and sponsor, one takes pride in endorsing the UK’s most talented athletes. On the other hand, one would like to ignore the fact that their two top of the bill, Aziraphale and Crowley, have heartily hated each other since the day they met. But what should be expected, when one knows these two? Aziraphale is a professional dancer, Crowley a rally driver. While the former switches between fierce competitions and prestigious stages, the other goes from one track to another across the world, clearing out every prize from behind the wheel of his racing car. Two beings, two worlds, two universes that everything should keep apart. But an unprecedented charity event is getting set up at GOMENS, and quickly, their own athletes will have to compete with and assist each other in turns. Two worlds, two personalities. But if they want to run for a cause that matters to the both of them, Crowley and Aziraphale are going to have to find an Arrangement. 

Going Somewhere Slowly by curiouswriterkr (E)

Our bois are in Uni and meet in their last year. Aziraphale has sworn off dating and drinking for reasons, and of course, Crowley wants more. Of course, so does Aziraphale. It's a slice of life story. ~~ “Aziraphale, tomorrow at the pub, could I buy you a drink?” Crowley asked him, eyes earnest and hopeful. “I’m not your student anymore-” “Crowley, your invitation is so very kind and I must decline. You see, I don’t drink and I don’t date,” Aziraphale tipped his chin up a fraction of an inch and squared his shoulders.

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141 x Goddess!reader

First thought about this, inspired by the many animations from the musical epic.

The guys needed something to do after their retirement. More like Johnny got discharged after the mission which led him into the tunnel, and they followed, not wanting to leave him alone in the world. Not being able to be apart from each other for long. Slowly each of them requesting honorable discharge. Staying long enough so the space they left can be filled again.

They bought a Fischerboot, making some money on the side with what they caught. But more then that they enjoy the sea air and the labour which keeps them in shape, their thoughts occupied. One of the many days they were out on the sea, drifting aimlessly, taking a short break from the work of the morning.

Johnny is just leaning on the railing when he hears a bigger wave slam against the boot. Surprising, the sea being still most of the day.

Turning around he stills, looking around, blinking rapidly. Not sure if his fantasies have finally start bleeding into his waking hours. A small head popping out of the water. Clear eyes studying him. He inches closer to the railing, not wanting to spook whatever you are. He starts cooing at you, like at a frightened animal, beckoning you closer. But you stay were you are, head half under water when you disappear into the waves.

Johnny leaning over the railing as far as possible to see were you went. A big hand in his neck jolting him back. Simon looking quizzingly at him. A slight shake of his head when Johnny tells him what he saw. A mermaid? Here, in this bloody sea? Disbelieve from the others as well. Maybe he has lost his mind out here.

One thing is for sure, it wasn't a mermaid.

The next days small things keep happening. A sudden breeze, warm and strong enough to guide them in the right direction. Lasting long enough that they don't need to adjust the sails to much.

A enormes catch, more then they ever got. Fish so fat it makes them wonder where they came from, what they were eating. And Johnny is sure it has something to do with you. Could swear little eyes were watching them from a distance. Sometimes he lingers on the railing, at the side he first saw you. Keeping an eye out, scanning the water surface, hoping to see you again. His dreams being full of you and your eyes. Sinking into the water next to you.

[chrepsi]

ˇ ⋆ ╱ rest and repair - c. sturniolo

bf!chris x fem!reader

in which ; chris comforts reader after a rough day.

a/n ; not proofread as usual

wc ; 1.1k+

it had been a long, exhausting day. the kind of day that felt like it would never end. from the moment you woke up, it was one obstacle after another, each one a little more overwhelming than the last. by the time the evening rolled around, you felt like you had nothing left to give. you were mentally drained, your body sore, and the weight of everything pressing down on you was unbearable.

as the day wound down, the one thought that kept you going was the idea of seeing chris. you’d been looking forward to it all day. he has this amazing ability to make everything feel okay, to turn even the most difficult moments into something bearable.

when you arrived at the triplets' shared home, the familiar warmth of his presence was exactly what you needed. he was already there, waiting for you. as soon as you stepped through the door, you could feel the tension in your body begin to ease, even if just a little. chris was sitting on the couch, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, standing up to pull you into a tight hug. his embrace was the kind that made everything feel safe. he didn’t need to say anything—just holding you was enough to remind you that everything would be okay.

you leaned into him, your head resting on his chest. you didn’t need words to explain how you were feeling; chris just knew. he always did.

“rough day?” he asked, his voice gentle as he ran his fingers through your hair. his touch was soothing, like balm on a wound.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. you didn’t want to break down in front of him, but the overwhelming emotions of the day were hard to hold in.

chris must’ve sensed it, because he pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. “i’ve got you,” he said, his voice firm but soft. “let me take care of you. you don’t have to do anything right now.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, and despite your best efforts, a few tears slipped down your cheeks. chris gently wiped them away with his thumb, a soft smile playing on his lips as he cupped your face in his hands.

“you’re okay,” he reassured you. “you’re safe with me.”

he guided you over to the couch, sitting you down beside him before standing up to grab a blanket from the couch. he draped it over you, tucking you in carefully as if you were made of glass.

“i know it’s been a lot,” he said, sitting down beside you. “but you don’t have to carry it all alone.”

you rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you tried to ground yourself in the comfort of his presence. chris’s warmth surrounded you, and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat was a steady anchor amidst the chaos in your mind.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly after a few moments, his voice a soft murmur. you shook your head, not quite ready to put everything into words. instead, you just needed to feel cared for, to be reminded that you didn’t have to face the world alone.

“i’m here for you,” he said, pulling you closer to him. “whenever you’re ready, we can talk about it. or we don’t have to. i'm just happy to be here with you.”

you let out a breath, feeling a little lighter. chris had this uncanny ability to make you feel seen, heard, and loved without any pressure. he never rushed you to open up, but at the same time, he was always there when you needed him most.

he stroked your hair, his touch tender and deliberate as he tried to help you relax. “let’s take this slow,” he suggested. “no need to do anything you’re not ready for. just breathe, alright?”

you nodded again, a small smile tugging at your lips. chris didn’t demand anything from you. he didn’t expect you to be okay right away. he understood that healing—whether physical or emotional—was a process, and he was willing to be there for you every step of the way.

as the minutes ticked by, chris continued to spoil you with kindness. he made you a warm cup of tea, offering it to you with a soft smile. you accepted it gratefully, the warmth of the mug in your hands a small comfort. he sat beside you, chatting casually about his day, letting the sound of his voice fill the space without pressure. his words were light, but his tone was warm and inviting, allowing you to feel safe in your own time.

eventually, when the cup of tea was gone and the quiet between you felt comfortable, chris stood up again, his movements slow and deliberate. he came back with a small bowl of your favorite snacks, placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

“here, i thought you might like something to munch on,” he said, his eyes twinkling with that playful warmth that always made you smile.

you laughed lightly, reaching for a snack. “you’re always so thoughtful.”

“i try,” he replied with a wink. “i just want you to feel good. you deserve it.”

there was no rush. no urgency. just the calming presence of someone who cared for you deeply and wanted nothing more than to see you happy and at peace.

after a while, chris stood once more, this time to gather a few blankets and pillows, making a little nest of comfort on the couch. “you’re going to rest now, okay?” he said, looking at you with a soft, reassuring smile. “i’ll be right here if you need anything.”

you didn’t even need to answer. you knew that, in that moment, everything would be okay. chris was right beside you, and that was all that mattered. you settled into the makeshift nest of pillows, the softness of it surrounding you like a cocoon.

chris laid down next to you, pulling you close, his arm around you as you nestled into his side. the world outside seemed to fade away as you closed your eyes, content in the warmth and care that surrounded you.

“close your eyes, relax.” chris whispered gently, his voice full of affection. “i've got you. everything’s gonna be alright.”

and with that, the weight of the world seemed to lift, replaced by the calming feeling of safety, trust, and love. in that moment, with chris by your side, you knew that whatever the world threw at you, you would always have him there, taking care of you, every step of the way.

a/n ; need to cuddle with this man asap :(

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Hi. Sorry, i wasn't sure what your specifics were for requests, so feel free to say no.

I had an idea of skz members, either written as headcanons or as lee know or chan maybe, where they have a reader with they/Them pronouns but female anatomy.. get off on their thigh or something? Sorry, I'm autistic and have really bad anxiety, so I might be phrasing things completely wrong. Thank you, and I hope you have a great day! :)

riding the edge

synopsis: after a long day, you seek comfort on Lee Know’s lap

tags: gn!reader but described with afab anatomy, smut, thigh riding, use of minho instead of lee know (as most of my fics probably are. is that a warning? idk), barely proofread

a/n: sorry it took so long to get this out—

It starts innocently. You’re curled up on Minho’s lap, legs draped over his as he lounges on the couch. His arm is wrapped around your waist, thumb slipping underneath their shirt and rubbing your hips.

It had been a long day, one of those days. Your boss had been a power trip all morning, dumping tons of last minute assignments onto your desk with a forced smile, saying, “it shouldn’t take too long.” But it take long, because half of the team members you needed to help with the paperwork were all unavailable.

Then there was the coworker who was constantly hovering over you while you worked. offering nonstop advice that sounded a lot like passive aggressive criticism. By the time you got home, your head was pounding and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about today.

But the moment you walked into the door, he murmured, “Come here,” and you felt too drained to protest. So now, here you were. Sat into his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin.

It was your usual wind down routine when things got too hectic at work. Minho wasn’t big on using words to comfort but he knew exactly how to ease the tension in your body.

But something feels different. Maybe it’s the subtle flex of his thigh beneath you. Or the way his fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt. You try to shift, adjusting so you can find a comfortable spot, but the friction when you drag your core over his thigh sends a sharp jolt up your spine and you freeze.

“Mm?” Minho tilts his head to make eye contacts “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing..” you murmur, you feel his hand slightly squeeze your waist.

You try to shift again, less for comfort and more because the feeling is starting to spread further through your body. The firm muscle of his thigh presses exactly where you need it and despite your best efforts, a small whine escapes you throat.

“Oh..” His smile deepens me he looks at you with amusement as he realizes.

You open your mouth to protest but his hand presses harder on your hip, encouraging you to move once more. You breath stutter as your hips move with his hand, grinding down onto his thigh.

“There you go,” He hums, he loosens his grip on your hips and gaze darkens when you slow down. “Don’t stop now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment but move your hips once again. The rough denim of his jeans presses against you clothed clit just right, the feeling of his hands lingering on your side only makes the sensation sharper, you can’t help but let out a quiet moan.

“Shh,” Minho coos, fingers sliding beneath your shirt to gently rub your burning skin. You let out a shaky breath, lifting your hands to grip his shoulders. He flexes his thigh, the muscles tense beneath you and you choke on a moan.

“You like that?” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. “Getting off on my thigh like this?”

Your face burns and you nod, unable to form coherent words. His hands slides down to the curve of your hip, guiding you into a more controlled rhythm. “So messy..” He murmurs. His lips drag over your jaw, pressing hot open mouthed kisses to your skin. “Making a mess on me, baby.”

You feel a knot form in your stomach, his thigh is firm beneath you and his hand are unrelenting as they guide you back and forth against him.

“You gonna cum like this?” His voice sounds so calm compared to the way he’s roughly grinding your hips down against his thigh. You whimper and your fingers dig into his shoulders through his shirt. You can feel yourself right on the edge, then, one of his hands leave your hips. Sliding down in between your thighs, his presses to fingers firmly against your clit.

“C’mon…” he whispers “let go for me,”

You body trembles and pleasure crashing through you like a wave. your thighs trembling around him and he holds you through it as you desperately grind to chase the last few sparks of your orgasm while Minho slowly rubs his fingers back and forth against your clit.

When you finally slump against him, he bring his hand up to rub your back. “Feel better?”

You nod weakly, still catching your breath. But then he shifts beneath you and you feel his hard length press against your thigh. You lift your head from his shoulder and look at him with wide eyes.

“What? Did you expect me not to get hard form that?” He chuckles. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of both your pants and underwear. He runs his two fingers through your wetness and you whimper.

“Were not done yet,” He murmurs, his voice dangerously soft.

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Day twenty-seven of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“I'd be willing to test it, personally,” Bernard says magnanimously, waving a hand at himself. “Take one for the team, as it were. I am an expert in being the sacrificial boyfriend.” 

“Very funny,” Tim says dryly. “Though all jokes aside, that bathroom can barely fit one person in it and I can't say I trust the hot water to hold out long enough for playtime anyway, especially after the herringbone incident, so I think we'll just have to stick to . . . okay, actually if I call it ‘dry’ sex that just sounds bad, doesn't it.” 

“Maybe just a bit, yeah,” Bernard laughs, leaning back on his hands and grinning up at Tim again. Kon feels the mattress shift and compress under the other’s weight and doesn't have any idea what the fuck “the herringbone incident” even means, but it's not like it matters. A pet wouldn't know that anyway. “Listen, Tim, I stand by my faith in your Bat-brain and your boy’s TTK, but you’re the one running the show here.” 

“The show has limited real estate, unfortunately,” Tim says in amusement, absentmindedly dropping his hand out of Kon’s hair and stroking his knuckles down the side of his face ‘til his fingers are sliding down below his jaw and curling in against the scruffy underside of it just firm enough to guide his chin into tipping up. Kon’s pretty sure he was listening to them talk a second ago, but the literal only thing in his brain right now is how that feels. Like, maybe talking was happening, but the only thing in his brain is PLEASE let me.

Like–there’s not even really a finished thought past let me, but it’s still the only damn thing in his head. 

He can prove that he’s good for it, though, if Tim’ll let him. He can definitely, definitely prove it. 

“Not yet, pet,” Tim says as he curls his fingers in under his jaw again, still without even looking at him, and Kon doesn’t even know how the bastard knows what he’s thinking, except, like–obviously Tim knows what he’s thinking. Or maybe he just swallowed without noticing or something, like a total fucking moron who is just way, way too easy for this. “If you can be good while we get you cleaned up, I’ll let you go down on me again.” 

Kon has no idea why that phrasing is making him absolutely insane, but it is, in fact, making him absolutely insane. He swallows roughly, digging his fingers into the bed for a second and his TTK into, like . . . the whole room, pretty much. Pretty much the whole room. 

“I can be good,” he manages, and Tim’s mouth curves into a smile. 

He still doesn’t actually look at him, though. 

“Good boy,” he says, and yeah, Kon is definitely gonna lose his mind here. “Finish your breakfast, pet, then give me the wrappers and bottle and let Bernard take you out to the living room. Don’t bother getting dressed.” 

“I literally don’t even know where my clothes are right now, man,” Kon says, half-laughing about it because “getting dressed” was also the literal last thing he would’ve even thought of doing right now, so yeah, that’s not even remotely gonna be an issue. 

“Well, that’s fine,” Tim says with a little shrug, turning his hand to run his knuckles down the length of Kon’s throat. “I wasn’t planning on letting you put them back on before Monday anyway.” 

So yeah, there goes the last vestiges of not-insane Kon had in him, but fuck it, he’s not gonna miss ‘em.

[surfingthroughtheseaandskies]

could i request a virgin!jj x experienced!kook!reader smut? thanks babes

Pure Innocence

MDNI

warnings: smut, degrading, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, jj being kinda mean, underage drinking,rich kook!jj, jj being a little rough, reader is oblivious reader is inexperienced, teen partying

authors note: I added a little more than what was requested, reader is also a pouge I though it would be a little more interesting. I hope this one turns out ok, also whatever jj says will be in pink, also I dunno if I did good with writing kook jj sorry if it isn’t what you wanted I tried 🤷🏼‍♀️

you had no clue how you had ended up at a kook party. You held a red solo cup in your hand trying your very hardest trying not to bump into anyone there. You were dressed in a baby pink floral skirt with a white bang tee.

you hadn’t been drinking really since you didn’t exactly enjoy drinking, so you really only did it to look cooler.

you walk through the hallway and that’s when a familiar blonde ran into you. JJ turned looking at you, and he smirked. “Oh hey cutie” he says looking at you fully

“oh hey jj” you say sweetly as he looked you up and down “so what’s a cute thing like you doing at a party like this huh? I mean I never considered you the partying type” he chuckles. “Oh well I have a friend Lucy she told me to come here to hang out maybe have a little fun” you tell him

“yeah? I mean some of these parties are fun but most of them just suck really” he tells you sipping on a beer and you get a good look at his gold rings around his fingers

he looks at you, and your cute little skirt and top, taking a good look at your curves. “You know, I gotta an idea for some real fun”

That’s how you ended up in a queen bed naked with jj on top of you slowly pushing his thick cock inside your virgin walls. You whimpered in his neck feeling a burning sensation as he kept pushing in.

“shhh your alright baby cakes just a little more then I’ll be in” he brushes hair out of your face groaning in your neck softly biting

jj was fully inside of you his cock big enough to give you a little belly bulge. “Fuck your so tight so fucking wet”

“jj your too big” you whine pushing at his chest as he pulled out and pushed back in. “Your fine cupcake your fine, just gotta stretch you out a little” he rasps pushing your legs farther apart

you whimper as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix when he kept thrusting harder “wan’ me to show you how to rub your clit sweet-cheeks, it’ll make you feel better”

trusting him you nodded you head and he took your hand holding your fingers as he gently guided them to your clit. he started moving them in light little circles which cause your body to jerk forward and your thighs to shake

“there ya go baby, look at that” he says looking down at your sensitive cunt as he continues to guild your fingers on your clit “feels good right?”

you nod your head an jj started thrusting faster inside of you “fuck squeezing me so tight, ya gonna be a good slut? Gonna be daddy’s slut” he growls in your ear slamming into you

you cry out digging your nails into his arm and he flips you over so your on your stomach. He grabs your ass slapping it “look at this ass, so perfect fuck ” he groans grabbing a handful of it

he fists his cock slapping his tip against your clit causing you to whine and pull away. He spanks you again “stay fucking still”

he slams back inside making you cry into the sheets. The sound of skin slapping and music blasting outside the bedroom door filled the room, jj gripped your hips pushing your head down into the mattress “ya gonna fucking take it like a good girl got it” he growls “y-yes” you whimper

“yes what?” He fists your hair thrusting harder “yes-yes daddy” he smirks satisfied with your answer and reaches his hand around to your clit rubbing it fast

“you gonna cum for me, gonna cream all over my cock?” he rasps “y-yes” you moan as his cock hits your sweet spot

“gonna cum jj” you mumble in the sheets “cum baby, cum all over my big dick”

you cry out your walls squeezing his cock as you reach your high. JJ kept rubbing your clit helping you ride out your high. “Fuck gonna cum, gonna cum fuck” he groans his thrust getting sloppy and his hips stuttering

he moans loudly his cum shooting deep inside of you. “Jj im not on the pill” you whine trying to push him off, he groans irritated getting off. “It’s fine baby, I’ll buy you a plan b in the morning”

“no it’s not fine!” you say upset putting your clothes back on “hey where are you going” he asks “I’m leaving” you huff being upset. jj get up grabbing your wrist “no your not, your staying with me. You don’t get to just leave”

you look at him “your mine now aright, mine. Understand?” You nod your head “use your words baby”

“yes” “yes what?” He looks at you sternly “yes sir”

he kisses your neck sucking on it “good girl” he growls in your ear

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Victor's Main Route: Chapter 7

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(just a brief warning that this is not a guide, I won't necessarily have all the +4/+4 options since I used a bunch of those elixir items and blasted my way through the route before guides were up. It mostly becomes relevant starting from this chapter. Sorry about that!)

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After leaving the basement, I made my way towards Victor’s office.

(I still don’t know exactly what I’m going to say…)

But I knew that I had to tell Victor how I really felt.

(First, I need to apologize for slapping his hand.)

I knocked on the door.

Victor: Who is it?

Kate: It’s me. Can I come in?

Victor: Of course, the door isn’t locked.

Slowly, I swung open the door and stepped inside the office.

Victor: Hello Kate, good morning. Or rather, good afternoon.

Victor welcomed me as if nothing had changed while sitting at his desk.

(...Huh?)

I was so surprised by his reaction–or lack of reaction–that I froze in the doorway. When Victor noticed that I hadn’t actually entered yet, he looked up.

Victor: What are you standing there for? Victor: Are you feeling unwell?

Kate: No, I’m okay… Kate: Um. I’ll come in now.

Victor: If you could handle these today, I’d appreciate it.

Kate: Alright.

Finally entering the office for real, I walked up to Victor to collect the work I’d be doing for today. After picking up the reports, I sat down in my normal chair and got ready to focus.

Kate: …

(Isn’t this too normal?)

My mind was racing after we went through our normal routine.

(Am I the only one who’s concerned about yesterday?)

I snuck a glance to Victor from the corner of my eye. He was hard at work as usual. Time passed as it normally did.

(I have to say something.)

Kate: Um, Victor…

Victor: Hm?

When I gathered the courage to speak up, his warm gaze turned in my direction.

Kate: About yesterday–

Victor: I’m very sorry that you had to witness something frightening last night.

Before I could speak, he stopped working immediately and bowed his head to me. I found myself standing up.

Kate: That wasn’t your fault. I was the one who chased after you.

Victor: But that doesn’t change the fact that you were scared. Victor: I promise that you will never see such a thing ever again.

His self-deprecating smile made my heart squeeze.

Kate: No, that’s not the point. You didn’t do anything wrong. Kate: I was the wrong one for being so ignorant.

Victor: Kate?

I reached over for his hand that was resting on his desk. Victor glanced down briefly at the motion, but said nothing. 

Kate: No matter how upset I was, I still hit you.

The shape of his hand was so different from my own: large, bony, with long and elegant fingers.

Kate: More than anything else, that is what stuck with me the most from last night.

My fingers brushed against his. Relief flooded through me when he didn’t pull away, but that also made my guilt at rejecting him even stronger.

Kate: I’m so sorry for that.

Victor: …

Still silent, Victor looked at me, then grasped my fingers.

Kate: Wha-

Victor: …You truly have a kind heart.

He laced our fingers tightly together.

Victor: You witnessed a terrible sight, and yet you feel guilty for pushing me away. Victor: If our roles were reversed, I would have blamed you much more.

My heart began to beat faster as the warmth of his palm seeped into mine.

Kate: …I mean, I do have someone I want to blame. Kate: But it’s not you. It’s myself, because I’m the one who needed to be protected. Kate: I really am a useless good for nothing, aren’t I?

Immediately, his fingers tightened.

Victor: No. That isn’t true.

Victor’s gaze was piercing as he looked at our joined hands.

Victor: You’re someone I rely on. You aren’t useless, and you aren’t weak.

Kate: But you’ve been making sure I haven’t seen anyone die, haven’t you? Kate: I know you meant well. But it made me sad, too.

Victor: …What?

Kate: Even if my time here is limited, I am Crown’s Fairytale Keeper. Kate: You drew a line between me and the rest of you. And I… that makes me feel lonely.

I couldn’t bear to look into his sharp eyes any longer, and averted my gaze. Even though I finally said what I needed to, I didn’t feel any relief. I think I had an idea of how he would respond.

Victor: I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.

(I knew it…)

I looked down upon hearing the words I expected. But his continuation came as a surprise.

Victor: I know better than anyone that you’re stronger than anyone else I know.

Kate: What?

Slowly, I raised my head. I met Victor’s gaze as he wore a troubled smile.

Victor: I know that your resolve to fulfil your duties is ironclad. I know that even if you were to witness death, and grieve for those lost, you’ll still be able to keep going on. Victor: From watching you, I know the kind of person that you are. Victor: But even so, I still selfishly wanted to keep you far away from death. Victor: I wanted your world to remain as pure as possible, so that you could return to your old life.

It was as if the warmth of his hand was being conveyed directly to my heart.

Victor: If that has caused you to feel guilty, or sad, then I am truly sorry.

(Just how nice is he?)

Just like that, all my shame, guilt, and frustration disappeared like melting snow. His kindness almost made me want to tear up. Slowly, I opened my mouth to respond.

Kate: For as long as I’ll be here, I want to know everything. Kate: I want to know about what I’d been unaware of because of how I lived my life before. Kate: And I want to know more about you.

Victor: …

Now was the time to ask. My resolve solidified, and I curled my fingers tighter around his. I hoped he would answer me.

Kate: Can you please tell me why those people died? Kate: Did you kill them? …Was that your ability?

The leader of Crown, the queen’s aide, the reaper of the palace. The Victor I knew was bright and kind, and maybe a bit of a tease, but always reliable. And at that time, he definitely said something.

Victor: –evil.

(After hearing what Victor said, those men all collapsed.) (The only thing I can think of that would cause that is a curse.)

He said nothing, but unlaced our fingers and withdrew his hand. That was like an answer in itself.

Victor: There are some things in this world that you’re happier not knowing.

This was another line. But this was different from the last time. The line he drew now was obvious. And he was clearly warning me not to step over it. As I stood there, unsure what to make of it, he picked up his quill and resumed working without another word. I felt a sense of emptiness throughout my entire body, as if my heart had been hollowed out. Similarly silent, I went back to my own work. I accidentally made a mistake, so I scribbled over it. As a chilling loneliness seeped into the hole in my heart, I reflected on why I began helping Victor in the first place.

(...That’s right. I wanted to know more about Victor. That’s why I’m here.) (And if I don’t do anything, nothing will change. We’ll just go back to normal.)

And then my time as Fairytale Keeper would come to an end, and I’ll never know the truth about Victor.

(I’ll only ever know this one face.)

I needed to know more. My hands curled into fists in my lap, wrinkling my skirt.

Kate: Victor.

I made up my mind.

Kate: Even if you won’t tell me about yourself, I’ll learn more about you. Kate: Because that’s what I’m here for.

Victor’s eyes widened in surprise as I threw down the gauntlet. 

(As Fairytale Keeper, I’ll learn the truth about him.)

His expression shifted to a grin.

Victor: Do as you please. Victor: I won’t restrict what you do while you’re in the castle. Victor: I have no right to stop you from trying to learn about me, either.

His perfect composure made me feel a little irritated.

Make sure you don’t regret saying that! (+4/+2)

I’ll show you!

Fine, I’ll do what I want!

Kate: Make sure you don’t regret saying that!

Victor: I don’t know how much you’ll learn or how far you’ll get. But… Victor: I don’t go back on my word. Do as you please.

Seeing how worked up I was, he smiled widely.

Victor: You’re always adorable, but you’re extra cute when you’re sulking.

Kate: …!

(You–!!!)

He wasn’t shaken by anything. Not knowing how to retort, I shut my mouth. What drove me wasn’t just my pride as Fairytale Keeper, But I didn’t realize it yet.

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Roger: So are you here about my offer after all?

Kate: No!

Roger paused his reading and adjusted his glasses, laughing heartily. As soon as I finished my work, I immediately headed back for the basement. I had a singular purpose.

Kate: You have everyone’s medical charts, don’t you? Kate: I want to see Victor’s.

However, Roger made a face.

Roger: I can show it to you if you really wanted. But the only thing on there is his height.

Kate: Huh?

Roger: I’ve tried to properly fill it out but he’s always dodged me every time I try to give him an examination.

Kate: You're kidding me…

If Roger had everyone’s medical files, then he had to have had some information about Victor. Or so I thought… I’d ran all the way back to the basement for nothing.

Roger: Trying to find his weak spots?

Kate: Well, that’d technically count as information. But I mostly just want to know more about Victor.

Roger: I see. But I don’t really know much about him myself. Roger: There’s no one who’s really as close to him as you are right now, I don’t think. Roger: If there’s anything you don’t know about him, maybe William would?

Kate: He’s out of town for a mission today.

(He’ll only be back the day after tomorrow so I can’t ask him anything now.)

My shoulders slumped in disappointment. Rubbing his chin, Roger thought for a while and then made a suggestion.

Roger: It’s probably a long shot, but why don’t you ask the rest of Crown what they know? Roger: Things like, “What kind of person is Victor?”

(That is probably the best thing I can do right now.)

Kate: Then let’s not waste any time. What kind of person do you think Victor is?

I repeated his own question back at him. Still, he had to pause to think.

Roger: Someone who you can’t tell what he’s really thinking.

Kate: Anything else? Kate: It doesn’t have to be important things. Likes and dislikes work too.

Maybe there’d be something I didn’t know in those little bits of information. I looked expectantly at Roger, who seemed exasperated.

Roger: It’s not like we’re good friends or anything. Roger: He’s my boss, I work for him. That’s as far as our relationship goes. Roger: I don’t know things like what food he likes, or what he likes in a woman.

Kate: …What he likes in a woman…

(What kind of person would Victor like?)

The topic had never come up before, but I was suddenly extremely curious about it. However, Roger didn’t seem interested at all.

Roger: You’re better off asking one of the others. This isn’t my forte.

Kate: Thanks. I’ll do that.

I likely wouldn’t get any further here, so I said my thanks and started walking to the exit. Roger turned back to his book. But–

Roger: Oh yeah, one more thing, actually.

Kate: What is it?

Roger scratched the back of his head and responded.

Roger: Victor seems like he’d be a pain to get involved with.

…

Elbert: “What kind of person is Victor?” …He’s cheerful. And strange. Elbert: He seems like he has everything… However he did it, I want it too… Elbert: “Is he a Cursed One?” …I don’t know. I’ve never seen him use an ability…

…

Liam: “What kind of person is Victor?” Hmmm, he’s really good at magic tricks, and he’s very funny. Liam: He’s the reason why I could join Crown, so I’m really thankful to him. Liam: “Is Victor a Cursed One?” Well, I haven’t seen him use his ability so I can’t tell. Liam: What do you think?

…

Alfons: “What kind of person is Victor?” I suppose he’s a person who’s very benevolent to us Cursed Ones. Alfons: Though, who knows what’s on the inside. Alfons: “Is he a Cursed One?” …I don’t know. He’s full of mysteries, that one. Alfons: But more importantly, I’m headed into town for some fun tonight, would you like to join me?

…

Ellis: “What kind of person is Victor?” …He’s a little bit weird, I guess. Ellis: When I ask him questions, sometimes he avoids it, and sometimes he just tells me not to ask.

Jude: That’s ‘cause it’s you askin’. Jude: You’re off your rocker for trying to get close to someone like him. Jude: Hah? “Is he cursed?” Beats me.

Ellis: If he has an ability, I’ve never seen him use it. Not even once. Ellis: Maybe he isn’t a Cursed One after all.

…

(I didn’t get any of the information I was hoping for.)

I ran around Crown’s castle asking the other members about Victor for the rest of the day, and before I knew it, night had fallen.

(William’s not here today, and I already heard a bit from Harrison before…)

I sat down on my bed as I went over today’s results in my head. The way Crown viewed Victor wasn’t much different than how I did. The Victor of that night seemed like a totally different Victor than the one that Crown knew. And what's more, nobody had ever seen Victor use an ability before.

(What happened that night must have been unexpected even for Victor.)

Kate: …All I have are questions without any answers…

Getting up, I made my way to my desk and reached for my music box. Its gentle melody drifting through the night made my heart feel just a little bit lighter.

[biblical-chronicles]

Care

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where a desparate Liam begs to take care of you [18+]

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You were half-asleep when you heard the front door rattle, the sound of keys clumsily scraping against the lock. It went on for a solid thirty seconds before you finally sighed, tossing the duvet off and shuffling out of bed.

You didn’t need to check who was outside. You already knew it was Liam stumbling back from wherever the fuck he’d been, half-pissed, half-high, and full of whatever trouble he’d managed to find himself in.

You reached the door just as he finally got it open, and there he was, standing in the doorway, looking every bit of disheveled. His pupils were blown, his hair a mess from whatever wind or scuffle he’d walked through, his lips parted slightly like he’d forgotten what he was supposed to do next. He was draped in his usual parka, but even that looked a little off, one side slipping off his shoulder, revealing the rumpled shirt beneath.

He blinked at you, slow and a little dumbfounded, then his face split into the dopiest grin. “There she is,” he mumbled, like he’d just stumbled upon some great treasure. He stepped forward, immediately tripping over his own feet, and you had to grab his arm before he completely went down.

“Jesus, Liam,” you muttered, steadying him. “How much did you have?”

He leaned into you, his full weight pressing against you, as you tried to hold him up.

“Dunno,” he murmured against your hair. “Enough.”

“That much is obvious.”

You kicked the door shut behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist to guide him inside.

Liam sighed, nuzzling his face into your hair, his arms now fully around you, making it damn near impossible to move.

“Alright,” you huffed, trying to pry him off. “You need to get to bed.”

“Nah,” he mumbled, tightening his grip. “Wanna stay here.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a small tug at your chest. He was softer like this, loose-limbed and affectionate in a way he’d never fully let himself be when he was sober.

“Liam,” you tried again, patting his back. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“Nooo,” he whined, burying his face further into your neck. “Don’t wanna sleep, wanna stay with you.”

You let out a small laugh, your fingers threading through his hair instinctively. “You are with me, you knobhead.”

He hummed at that, arms tightening even more. “Feels nice,” he muttered. “All soft n’ warm n’—fuckin’ hell, why don’t I do this all the time?”

“You do,” you pointed out.

“Nah, I mean…” He pulled back slightly, looking down at you, his brows furrowing like he was really concentrating. “I mean properly.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what does properly mean, then?”

Liam blinked at you, only to then pout slightly. “Means I don’t say it enough. Or do it enough.” He paused, blinking heavily. “Wait—what was I sayin’?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Christ, you’re wrecked.”

Liam groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. “M’not, just—y’fuckin’ smell nice, y’know that?”

“Alright.” You tugged at his arms, managing to slip his parka off. “Come on. Bed.”

Liam groaned again but allowed himself to be pulled along, though he didn’t let go of you. If anything, he held on tighter, shuffling along with you, not making the task any easier.

When you finally reached the bedroom, he all but collapsed onto the bed, sprawling out dramatically. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned his head to look at you.

“You gonna lay with me?”

You sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Liam—”

“Please?” His voice was softer now, and when you glanced down, he was looking up at you with those big, ridiculous eyes of his.

You exhaled, shaking your head with a small smile. “You’re a fuckin’ handful, you know that?”

Liam grinned. “Yeah, but I’m your handful, aren’t I?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue with that. With a sigh, you climbed into bed beside him, and before you could even get comfortable, he already latched onto you again, tucking his head into your neck with a satisfied hum.

“This is much better.” he murmured against your skin.

You just chuckled, running your fingers lazily through his hair. “Go to sleep my drunk little princess.”

He hummed again, his grip around you tightening slightly. “Love you.” he muttered, voice already slipping into sleep.

For a few moments, you thought he might actually be drifting off, his breathing slowing, body heavy against yours.

Then, he shifted.

At first, it was subtle, his nose nudging along your jaw, the heat of his breath fanning over your skin. You barely had time to process it before his lips brushed against your neck, soft and lazy, barely even there.

“Liam,” you warned, your fingers stilling.

“Mmm?” His voice was innocent, but the way his lips lingered against your skin wasn’t. He hummed again, kissing just under your ear this time, then lower, his grip tightening around you. “Y’smell so fuckin’ good.”

You huffed. “Yeah, you already said that.”

“Meant it,” he murmured, his nose dragging up the column of your throat. “Like, really meant it.”

You exhaled sharply, not quite pushing him away but not exactly encouraging him either. “Thought you were tired.”

“I was,” he admitted, his lips ghosting along your jaw again. “But then I remembered how nice y’are to touch, and now I dunno if I wanna sleep.”

You scoffed, though it came out weaker than intended. “Christ, you’re insatiable.”

Liam grinned against your skin, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone. “Can’t help it,” he murmured. “S’you.”

Before you could respond, he shifted again, propping himself up just enough to look at you properly. His pupils were still huge, his lips slightly parted, and there was this unmistakable heat in his gaze, hazy and desperate.

You swallowed. “Liam—”

He cut you off with a kiss.

It was messy, his hands quickly finding your waist, pulling you closer like you weren’t already pressed up against him.

You barely had time to react before he kissed you again, deeper this time, his fingers digging into your sides.

You exhaled sharply, gripping the front of his shirt. “You’re relentless.”

Liam grinned against your lips. “And you love it.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, you let your hands slide up, threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

You barely noticed how you’d ended up flat on your back, Liam hovering over you, his fingers everywhere—your waist, your hips, slipping under the fabric of your shirt just to feel your skin beneath them.

“Liam—” you started, but your voice hitched when he kissed just below your jaw, then lower, his breath warm and ragged against your skin.

“Can’t get enough of ya,” he murmured, his hands gripping your sides as his lips trailed back up to your mouth. “Swear down, you drive me fuckin’ mad.”

You let out a small, breathless laugh. “You’re off your tits.”

“Don’t matter,” he mumbled, nipping at your lower lip. “Still mean it.”

His hands fumbled at the hem of your shirt, his fingers skimming over your skin but not quite knowing what to do next.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled against your lips, already breathless. His fingers twitched against the fabric.

You let out a breathless laugh. “Strugglin’ there, Gallagher?”

“Shut up,” he muttered. He tried again, tugging at the buttons, but his hands weren’t cooperating, clumsy from the booze and the haze still clouding his head.

You bit your lip, watching him with amused affection as he furrowed his brows, jaw clenched in determination. He was making a proper mess of it, his fingers too impatient, too desperate, undoing one button, then missing the next, then cursing under his breath when the fabric wouldn’t move how he wanted.

“Liam,” you started, already knowing where this was going.

“Don’t,” he grumbled, his eyes flicking up to yours, dark and frustrated. “I got it.”

You raised an eyebrow, arms still loosely wrapped around his shoulders. “Clearly.”

Liam huffed, his fingers still clumsy, still useless. After another failed attempt, he let out a groan, dropping his head against your shoulder in dramatic defeat.

“This is bollocks.” he grumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. “Y’want some help there?”

“No.” He pulled back slightly, his hands still lingering against your shirt like he wasn’t quite ready to give up. But then he sighed, heavy and reluctant. “Alright, maybe.”

With an amused shake of your head, you sat up slightly, your fingers effortlessly undoing the buttons that had him in shambles just moments ago.

Liam watched, dazed, lips slightly parted, and when you were done, he blinked at you in surprise.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Yer well fit.”

You snorted, amused. “Yeah? Took you this long to figure that out?”

Liam groaned, dropping his forehead to your shoulder again. “Nah, always knew it. Just… fuck.” His arms tightened around you.

You hummed, running your fingers along the back of his neck. “Y’gotta calm down, love.”

“Can’t,” he admitted, voice all low and wrecked. “Don’t wanna.”

Then he surged forward, pressing you back against the mattress, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

“You drive me fuckin’ mad,” he admitted between kisses, voice thick with want. His teeth scraped lightly over your collarbone, his tongue soothing over the sting a second later. “Fuckin’ hell, I don’t even—”

He cut himself off with another groan, his hips pressing against yours instinctively.

You gasped at the pressure, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Liam—”

“Yeah, love, m’here.” he murmured against your skin, his hands slipping lower, dragging over your thighs, squeezing them lightly.

And then, suddenly, he pulled back just enough to look at you properly, his breathing ragged.

“You sure?” His voice was strained, like he was barely holding himself together. “I mean—” He swallowed hard. “I dunno what I’d do if you—”

You silenced him with a kiss, your hands framing his face, thumbs stroking over his jaw. When you pulled back, you met his gaze, making sure he saw everything you weren’t saying.

“I want this,” you told him, firm and sure. "I want you."

He groaned into your mouth when you arched up against him then, nails dragging down his back through his shirt. “Fuckin’—can I—” His fingers fumbled at the hem of your bottoms, and you lifted your hips in silent permission, letting him tug them down and off.

His breath hitched at the sight of you laid out beneath him, eyes hazy with want.

You smirked, reaching up to tug at his shirt. “Less gawkin’, more getting your clothes off, Gallagher.”

A drunken, lopsided grin spread across his face. “Bossy.” But he obeyed without hesitation, sitting up just enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it somewhere behind him. You barely had time to appreciate the sight before he was back on you, pressing his bare chest against yours.

He groaned at the contact, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You. Just—just you, fuck.” His breath was hot against your skin, his mouth leaving damp, desperate kisses along your jaw, down to your throat. He was panting, rutting against you like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

You smirked, fingers trailing down his spine. “So worked up already?”

Liam let out a breathy, wrecked laugh. “S’not fuckin’ funny.” He shifted, pressing his forehead to your collarbone, his fingers digging into your hips as he rocked against you. “Dunno what t’do with m’self, love.”

You let your nails scratch lightly down his back, feeling the way his whole body shuddered. “Y’gotta use your words, love. Tell me what you want.”

Liam whined and just pressed his forehead harder against you. “Need—fuck, need your hands on me, your mouth—don’t care, just—” He let out a shaky breath, hips stuttering against yours. “Please, love. Please.”

You grinned, dragging your fingers down his chest, over his stomach. “So polite when you’re desperate.”

He let out a strangled moan, hands flexing against your skin. 

His mouth was still on you, sloppy kisses trailing lower, his tongue hot and wet against your collarbone. He moved without any coordination, drunk and eager, his teeth scraping where they probably shouldn’t.

When he got to your nipple, he latched on without warning, groaning as he sucked, spit trailing from his mouth as he moved to the other side, equally as frantic.

“Fuck, Liam,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

He moaned at the sound of his name, sucking harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before he pulled back slightly, panting against your skin. A thin string of saliva connected his lips to you.

“Please,” he whispered again, voice so wrecked it sent a shiver straight through you. “Lemme make you feel good, love. Need to.”

You lifted your hips just slightly, and that was all it took, he pushed your legs apart further, quickly getting rid of your underwear.

His mouth was on you in seconds. His tongue lapped at you with no real rhythm, just instinct and desperation. He moaned as he tasted you, the vibrations sending a shudder through your whole body.

He buried his face deeper, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue worked you open, sloppy and eager. His hips were grinding into the mattress, desperate for any kind of friction, completely lost in you.

You tugged at his hair, harder this time, making him groan into you. He didn’t let up, if anything, he doubled down, lapping at you greedily, sucking at your clit with just enough pressure to make your stomach clench.

“Liam, please—”

He moaned again, shifting his grip, one hand sliding up your stomach, fingers splaying out like he wanted to touch as much of you as he could. His mouth never left you, wet sounds filling the room, his breath ragged, desperate.

“Please,” he begged again, his voice muffled against you. “Want you to come, love, need you to—fuckin’ need it.”

You were already so close, and his plea was enough to send you right over the edge.

Your whole body tensed, your back arching as pleasure crashed through you, and Liam moaned like it was his own release, his hands gripping you tighter as he kept his mouth on you, working you through it, not stopping until you physically had to push him away.

He pulled back, panting, his pupils blown wide as he looked up at you.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled, pressing soft, sloppy kisses to your inner thigh as you tried to collect yourself.

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finally some Liam content for ya lot x

[captainshindo]

Autopilot (fluff)

a/n: 95.7% of you guys voted for me to write it, so here I am. Sae might me ooc I’m sorry:’) this is my first time writing an actual fic so bear with me chat

The afternoon sun was mellow, casting a golden hue over the streets as you and Sae walked side by side, the world around you fading into the background. Your feet moved with no real thought, just a soft rhythm of steps in time with his. It was as if your body knew exactly what to do, without any input from your mind.

You had no idea where you were going, no idea how long you’d been walking, but somehow, you didn’t mind. Being with Sae made everything feel… effortless. Your mind had already switched off, and your body moved naturally beside him, like a quiet dance. Every little step, every breath, you were in sync.

Sae, as usual, was leading. You didn't mind that either. There was a sense of safety in it—the way he seemed to know exactly where to go, how to move. It was like he could predict the future. And you? You were perfectly content to let him take charge.

Your hand brushed against his once, twice, and you didn't even think to pull away. The contact was grounding, comforting, and with him so close, you felt completely at ease.

“Hmm…” Sae’s voice cut through the air lazily, breaking your tranquil autopilot state. “You’re really not even paying attention, huh?”

You blinked, trying to focus on him. “Huh?”

Sae glanced over at you, a small smirk on his face. “You almost walked straight into that post.”

You looked ahead, realizing you were about to smack your forehead into a signpost up ahead, oblivious to it until he mentioned it.

Before you could even react, Sae’s hand was already at your waist, pulling you closer with such nonchalance that it felt natural. You immediately felt the warmth of his touch, and without thinking, you relaxed further into him, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“See?” he murmured. “If I didn’t guide you, you’d be walking into every obstacle in sight.”

You laughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed, but there was no tension in the air. Sae didn’t seem annoyed or frustrated, just amused. He pulled you even closer, keeping you tucked safely against him as you continued walking, your steps slower now.

His hand remained on your side, an anchor that kept you from drifting too far into your own head, your body following his pace effortlessly.

“Is this how you always are when we’re together?” he asked, voice calm, but there was a curious edge to it.

You blinked again, unsure how to explain the strange calmness that washed over you whenever you were near him. “I… I think so. I just… feel really safe with you.”

Sae’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but it was gone before you could fully register it. He gave a slight chuckle, his grip tightening just a touch. “Safe, huh? That’s a first.”

You didn’t really know how to respond to that. It wasn’t like you’d ever had to say it out loud before. It was just how you felt around him. Every interaction, every step you took with him, was like this invisible safety net beneath you. You didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry. You were allowed to just... exist.

“I guess it’s easy to relax when I don’t have to worry about running into things,” you said quietly, your voice almost teasing but without any real conviction. You didn’t need to worry. Sae had you.

He didn’t respond with words, but the way he shifted his hand to your back, guiding you further into his side, told you everything you needed to know. It was as if he was saying, “I’ve got you” without needing to say a word.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, and as you passed more obstacles, whether it was another signpost or someone else walking ahead, you never once felt the need to adjust your steps. Your body automatically shifted, your movements smooth and unthinking.

But Sae’s presence was ever there, the subtle guidance keeping you from harm. Every now and then, you felt the pressure of his hand on you, subtly guiding you to the left, the right, or just holding you closer when you got too close to something. It was gentle, but firm—like a quiet protector in the background, making sure nothing would disrupt your peaceful, autopilot state.

Eventually, you reached a quieter part of the park, and Saé finally allowed the both of you to slow down. He stopped for a moment and let you rest against a tree, the shade cool against your skin.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever get you to stop following me,” he said lightly, though there was something more tender in his tone now. He stood close, looking down at you.

You looked up at him, a little dazed from how effortlessly your body had followed his movements. “I don’t know if I’d want to.”

His lips curled slightly. “Yeah?”

You nodded, more relaxed than you had ever felt. “Yeah. When I’m with you, I don’t have to think. I just know... I’m safe.”

There was a brief pause before Sae chuckled, his eyes looking distant for just a moment. “ I wouldn’t mind you staying in my orbit for a while,” Sae had said, his gaze on you, not teasing but more... tender, if you could even describe it that way.

As you both stood there, your body still in that lazy autopilot state, it became clear that you didn’t need to think to feel at ease.

Your chest tightened, a surge of warmth flooding your body. The words took a moment to sink in, and once they did, the overwhelming feeling of affection bubbled up inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting out an eek of surprise. “Oh my god,” you muttered, flustered, unable to process how much you were suddenly feeling. "Sae, please… give me a break."

He smirked, his usual cocky grin creeping back onto his lips, but there was something that made your heart skip. “What now? You’re not usually so shy.”

“I—I just—” You stammered, feeling your face grow impossibly warmer as the weight of his attention seemed to press against you from all sides. It was as if he’d pulled you out of your autopilot mode and suddenly, you were hyper-aware of every little detail, every small movement, every brush of his hand. “I just… can’t—!”

Sae took a small step toward you, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Can’t what?”

Your breath hitched, and the words tumbled out before you could stop them. “Can’t… handle how much I like you.” You winced at your own outburst, the confession slipping out too quickly. It was like your body had completely forgotten to filter what your heart was screaming.

But then he was so close, and his hand was gently brushing against yours. The proximity made you squeak, hands fidgeting nervously at your sides.

Sae chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he said, his voice low as he casually closed the distance between you two. His hand moved to your shoulder, giving you a little nudge, his touch now comfortable, but with the intensity of his attention making you feel like you were floating. “You’ve been orbiting me this whole time, haven’t you? Guess it’s my turn to pull you closer.”

You let out another small, high-pitched eek, looking up at him with wide eyes. The sudden warmth of his hand on your shoulder, the way his presence surrounded you, made your heart race. “Sae, please… I don’t—” Your words failed you, and you could only manage a breathless laugh, feeling like you might just melt from all the affection overload.

Before you knew it, Sae was standing right in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face with such ease, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You blinked up at him, feeling your chest tighten, and he gave you that soft smile again, his thumb brushing across your cheek.

“Shh,” he murmured, the playful glint in his eyes now softened with something deeper. “No need to say anything. I can tell how much you like me.” He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours for a brief, intimate moment. “I don’t mind this at all, you know?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I—I really like you, Sae,” you breathed, feeling utterly consumed by the moment. It was as if everything around you had faded away, leaving just the two of you, locked in this orbit.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he teased, his voice low and soothing. “I like you too or whatever.”

Your chest fluttered again, but this time, it wasn’t out of anxiety. It was from pure joy, the weight of his affection surrounding you. With Sae, you didn’t have to fight it. You didn’t have to overthink. You were safe to just exist with him, even if it meant being overwhelmed by how much you adored him.

And as his lips found yours in a slow, almost teasing kiss, you felt like you could float away in the bliss of it all, completely content in your orbit around him.

a/n: This fic is based on my interaction with my bf btw Some of these words Sae have said did not actually come from him tho lol

i don’t know how to feel about this, so I’ll see what yall think about this first.