#also when he blushes it comes up purple and everyone needs to know that

[islandiis]

Fannar in a D&D AU....... sweet tiefling boy

[nana-luvy]

. 𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

warnings: established relationship, fem!reader, suggestive content (i got a lil carried away sry) and dirty jokes (beware.), somewhat foul language

(also luke cosplaying nightwing which i need for my life-)

In which he's starting to understand why Halloween is cool.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

If camp half-blood was a training place dedicated to children of Greek gods, where believing in them was no question anymore, a pagan festival was still welcome once a year, because who doesn’t love Halloween ? Getting away from yourself for a night, partying and stuffing your face with candies and weirdly colored drinks, all dressed up in costume ranging from dinosaur to ballerina… maybe even upsetting a little the parents with a festivity not in their name, whatever they have to say about it.

You loved that atmosphere, the fire burning in the middle of the camp area getting bigger as the night came closer, turning almost purple with everyone’s excitement, the smell of sugar surrounding the place as bowls of candies were put everywhere, the enveloping warmth of the late Fall; it all brought the biggest smile on your face. After all, it was one of your favorite events of the year.

You were sat on your makeshift vanity, since Hecate children didn’t have the same kind of layout as Aphrodite ones, enjoying for now the silence in your cabin as you had left all of your half-siblings leave before you’d started getting ready. Eventually, you’d slipped out of bed, putting on your Starfire costume —the 2004 version, knowing Chiron would certainly give you a dirty look if you went for any other—, and now settled in front of the mirror to do the matching makeup. You didn’t turn to the door when someone knocked from outside.

“Can I come in ?”

“Sure ~” you simply answered with a little laugh.

From the corner of your eyes, you caught the movement of the door, dark figure stepping in, and you finally turned to face them.

“Wow.”

There he stood, awkwardly fixing his gelled curls, Luke Castellan suited up in the matching Nightwing costume you’d chosen for him, and you couldn’t have been more proud of your idea.

“Damn, am I making you that speechless, pumpkin ?” he asked, gaining back his usual confidence instantly as he caught your gaze, raising a cocky eyebrow.

A slight blush probably coated your cheeks under the foundation. “And how would you like that…” you replied, a smile in your voice as you rolled your eyes, adverting your gaze from Luke’s form before your brain started stuttering and going back to your makeup.

A smile was etched on your face as your mind kept replaying the view you just had, his hair gelled and curls tamed, the way the black spandex fit so well, following every dip and ridges along his toned body, and you had to mentally restrict yourself from throwing glances his way or you’d never hear the end of it. But you couldn’t help but pat yourself on the back for the matching costumes idea.

“You still on for drawing the mask, right ?” Luke asked after a few instant, now sitting cross-legged on your bed, mindlessly cradling one of your stuffed animals.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry.” You looked at him through the mirror, seeing him already doing the same. “I just have to finish up my makeup and I’ll do yours…”

So he stayed there for a short while, watching you skillfully draw a sharp wing of black eyeliner over the colored eye makeup, his gaze eventually trailing down your face to stay on your lips, slightly agape from the concentration, pale from not being finished yet, and he just had this urge tugging at the back of his mind…

He’d been in your cabin for about 5 minutes, and you’re surprised it even took him this much time to start nagging you, getting up from the bed and reaching for every and each item next to you, studying it all.

“How much does all of this even cost you? There’s like… a lot.”

“I don’t really know, most of this I got as a gift… Maybe about 200 ? Something like that ?” you replied, trying to get the placement of you fake lashes right.

“What ?!”

You laughed loudly at his reaction, head falling back to look at him as he stood behind your chair. “I just… I got a cousin that really likes me ~” you said with a small smile, shaking a lash band to dry off the glue.

“Damnit, I went for the wrong cousin…” he mumbled, sly grin dancing on his lips as he looked down at you. And whatever he was saying, his eyes were too full of adoration for you to believe anything.

You playfully smacked his arm, sitting back up straight to finish the last touches. “Shut up, nerd…”

Just as you started to put on lipstick, arms sneaking around your waist made butterflies erupt in your stomach, effectively resulting in loss of focus and a stray streak of pink on your skin.

“Luke…” you trailed, aiming to sound intimidating and probably just letting out a chuckle halfway through as he squeezed harder, head resting on top of yours.

“When are you done ?” he practically whines, pouting at your reflection in the mirror as he casually brushes off your attempt at a threat. “They’re all waiting outside already, I’m sure. Can’t we just… wrap it up ?”

You slowly turn your head to look over your shoulder, face twisted in a mock scandalized expression. “Wow. If you really wanna make time cuts, I’m just gonna draw a straight line over your eyes and call it a day.”

The corner of his lips extended in a tight line, before he chose to hide his face in your hair, grumbling a small ‘Whatever, take your time, pumpkin’ against the top of your head, chest pressed to your back as he let you finish up.

You made your lips pop, evening your gloss, before getting Luke’s attention with a soft finger snap next to his ear. “Okay, birdie boy, your time to shine ~”

He didn’t necessarily like the excitement in your voice as you urged him to sit in the chair you sat in mere instants ago, but he obliged, knowing he couldn’t resist you anyway, and wanting to finally get this over with.

If he had to be honest, dressing up for Halloween wasn’t his strongest suit —pun not intended—, and since he was old enough to choose for himself, Luke had always went for whatever was simplest, whatever took barely a couple accessories over his everyday clothes. But since you’d arrived at camp, a few years back, you’d brought this spirit with you he couldn’t deny. And you’d made fun of him for ‘going as himself’ to a costumed event enough times for him to start to consider changing his beliefs. For you. So now that you two had finally started dating, after months and months of unresolved mutual pining, dressing up for Halloween didn’t sound so bad, if it put that smile that got his heart going on your face.

And he also happened to think he looked absolutely ripped in the black fitted suit.

“So… will whatever you’re gonna put on my face be easy to clean up ? Or will I have to come back and get it removed ? Like, tonight, when everyone’s too drunk to pay attention to where I went and-”

You quickly came back to his side as he rambled, his breath hitching through the smug facade when you tilted his head up to look at you, because even after this much time, you just had this effect on him… “Castellan,” you started, and boy did it make a shiver run through his spine, his last name spoken in that firm, bossy voice you sometimes took, “shut up before I forbid you from coming into this cabin tonight.”

Luke didn’t miss the way her lips quirked into a half-smile, and again, that sight just…

“Why do you wear that much makeup ? You don’t usually do.”

The way he stated it made you halt right before the kohl crayon touched his face to map out the mask, blinking in confusion at his question. You could see his eyes scrutinizing your face, his usual smile casually hanging on his lips, and you had no idea if you should be concerned by his comment or awfully upset by it after spending an hour and a half preparing.

“Yo, wow, I heard it, sorry,” he quickly said, taking back his awkward phrasing and mimicking a rewind motion with his fingers that made you chuckle. “I meant by that, it just… I can’t see when I fluster you, does that make sense ? Like, there’s this… skin-tone liquidy shit I don’t know the name of just blocking out your cheeks, can’t even tease you and reap the bright red laurels,” he explained, broad smile stretching on his face as this time he didn’t need to see any blush to guess your state.

“Shut-” You cleared your voice, embarrassed by his antics, knowing damn well it somewhat warmed your heart for a reason you wouldn’t know. “Shut up before I poke your eyes out…” you said, unconvinced as you puffed your cheeks, trying to escape the deep embarrassment

“Ah, the sweet mumbling of your inner demons, can never get enough of those, can I ?”

You chose to stay silent, not giving him material to broaden his smirk any further as you started to trace the outline of the mask in black pencil.

You quickly mapped it out, filling the shape with black face paint, fully focused on the task at hand as you made sure not to go over the edge or leave a single speck of skin visible around the eyes. Meanwhile, Luke didn’t utter a single word, simply looking at you with that face of adoration he carried everywhere you were, loving the focused look you sported, how your brows slightly furrowed and the tip of your tongue just slipped past your lips.

You sighed as you cracked your neck to release tension, the position you were in slightly uncomfortable, before standing right before him and tapping his knee with the tip of your fingers. “Spread your legs, pretty boy.”

“Wh- That’s my line ~” He smirked but immediately obliged, letting you get closer, hands obediently resting on his thighs. For a short while at least.

You had just begun the shadowing process, tilting your head to the side to ensure the design from another angle when his fingers tangled in your hair, a thumb gently grazing your cheekbone before pulling you on his lips the next moment. Your eyes instinctively fluttered close, giving in to follow his movements with your own mouth, hands clutching the back of the chair for stability as he kept you flush to him. But you snapped out when his tongue darted out to reach your lips.

You quickly pulled away, your brain registering your surroundings again and not just the feeling of his soft lips on yours. “I- what was that for ?” you asked with a little laugh, breathing already a little heavy from this little eyes trailing along his face. “I could've smudged your mask.”

Luke couldn’t help but smirk again, pride blooming in his chest, his hands gently combing through your hair. “I don’t know, do I need a rea-”

“Shit!” you whisper-yelled, taking in the sight of his mouth now covered in a mix of your lipstick and clear gloss. “I… my makeup is messed up, isn’t it ?”

His expression was all but guilty as he started tracing his fingers around the outline of your lips, way past where they should've been painted. “Just a little bit… here.”

“Luke!” you whined, pouting with your brows scrunched up as you swatted his arms in frustration, clearly upset by a situation that amused him deeply.

“But-” He cut himself off for a second, pushing towards you to press his lips on the side of your neck, and your legs felt like jello for a moment. “-you looked so pretty,” a kiss, “all focused and in your, by the way incredible, Starfire makeup,” another kiss, “and costume and it just makes me wanna have you close...” Luke tilted his head with an innocent smile, looking up at you with a glint of mischief dancing in his hazel orbs. The next moment, his hands left your nape to snake around your waist ad your thigh, effectively tugging you down to straddle his lap in the chair.

You closed your eyes, blowing air out of your noise like it would elongate your patience towards your boyfriend’s antics. Which it did not. But could you really be annoyed when he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever lay a finger on, making your heartbeat increase and the butterflies in your stomach fly free ?

Still, you tried to hold your ground. “Luke-” You tried to warn him but it only turned into a whimper as he littered kisses up your neck to that spot behind your ear that made you sigh, your resolve weakening. “Didn’t you say you wanted to get this over with quickly ?” Your fingers curled in his hair, gently pulling him off your now really hot skin, feeling the blush creeping up and the blood pumping at your pulse points. “That we should go join the others at the campfire as soon as possible ?”

Looking down at him, one of the only thoughts in your mind was how little time you’d yet spent admiring how he looked in the costume, when really the look alone could make you insane.

His gaze crossed yours, puppy eyes paired with a pout that made your head spin, and he caught a glimpse of the pink lipstick marks he’d littered on your neck, pout morphing to a smirk quickly. “Oh, I said it. But then I thought ‘like hell’, and now we’re here in your cabin, and everyone’s out at the party…” he hinted, looking back up at you with a look far from innocent this time. His smile was warm and affectionate, but the passion burning in his eyes was unmistakable, and his thumb brushing over your thigh while his other hand crept up your side, teasing the hem of your purple and silver cropped top, was a mix that sent electricity shooting up your whole body.

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to gain back your composure. “You like your Starfire, don’t you ?” The moment he nodded, pulling you closer, was the moment you snapped your fingers to make a little pink fireball appear in your hand, twirling it around your fingers. “Do you like her alien powers too ?”You continued, nicely threatening him, like saying ‘let me the fuck go or I’ll burn a clearing in your hair’. “Luke, there are people, actual people, waiting for us at the party, mkay ?”

“Damn, always so dramatic… It does make you me burn for you even more though,” he said, swiping his tongue over his lip while looking longingly in your eyes. “Pun intended,” he quickly added, and you couldn’t contain a laugh at the unseriousness of this boy. “Okay, c’mon, pass me a cotton pad so I can wipe it off while you finish my mask. Or maybe you like the pink lip marks ?” He raised his eyebrows playfully and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head in amusement and faint disbelief. You turned around, going to stand back up, but he was quicker, hands shooting to tug you back down by the waist. “Nu-uh, where you going ? Stay close.” And you could’ve just melted right there and then as he laid a chaste kiss on your shoulder.

“You big lovesick baby..” you grumbled with a laugh, your annoyance fully dissipated as you twisted your body to reach for cotton pads and the makeup remover, sliding it over his mouth before handing it to him. “And no slick move, you get it all off, right ?”

“Wow, I can’t even show you off anymore, can I ?” he huffed out, still doing as you said, delicately rubbing the cotton over your skin while you added the finishing touches to his, by some miracle of the gods, still intact makeup. “May I even add, Kori and Dick are pretty activ-”

“Luke ?”

“Yeah ?” He looked up at you with big, expectant eyes, while your gaze was more one of bewilderment.

“If you say that in front of anyone else tonight, I’m cutting you precious hair in your sleep.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” But the deadpan of your voice had him almost doubting it.

“Try me,” you stated, challenge in your gaze, before it quickly went back to its usual soft state. “Anyway, you’re all set,” you said, blowing him a playful kiss as you stood back on your two feet, not wanting to ruin your makeup any further. You quickly turned back around, putting your combo back on while Luke stood up behind you, hugging your form from behind.

“Myeah, cool…”

“Oh come on, you were all happy about it 10 minutes ago! Just wait and see, I’m gonna make you love Halloween ~”

“Yeah, I don’t doubt it…” he trailed, breathing in the soft sent of your shampoo he found so relaxing.

“Ok, let’s go,” you finally said, closing back your lip gloss and popping your lips in the mirror as he hurried to the door, insisting on opening it for you. “Simp.”

“You love it, though.”

“I, insanely so, do, I’ll admit,” you replied with a soft chuckle, taking in the vision of him next to the door, waiting for you. “But what’s really insane is how much you do Nightwing justice in this suit, fits you so well…” you trailed, shamelessly looking Luke up and down.

“Yeah ? Even the bakery ?” he replied cheekily, sly smile dancing on his still slightly swollen lips.

You instantly laughed at his words, passing him by as you exited through the door. “You wish, birdie.”

Ok I had a little (lot) fun writing this, don't even come at me for posting it on Christmas<3

Also, it's my birthday, yayy (I'm 19, not yay.)

Anygaysss hope you liked it, bubye ~

Love, Nana -

[watchyourbuck]

Buck flicks the tiny brush one more time before setting it down on the sink. It looks… decent. It’s a bi flag, just— a tiny bit more purple than the one he copied from Pinterest. But it works.

“Hey, babe!” Buck calls, tilting his head against the bathroom lights so he can see the flag shine in the mirror. “I’m almost ready!”

This is his first pride as a member of the community instead of just an ally, and his excitement is through the roof. He called Hen and Karen ahead of time to make sure they’d be there, actually. He can’t wait.

“Take your time, Evan,” Tommy says from the bedroom, presumably scrolling on his phone. “We have an hour still.”

“I wanna get there early! The Instagram post said there’d be rainbow cupcakes for the first hundred people!”

Buck steps back to admire his whole ensamble. Tight faux leather pants and a white crop top that says ‘if lost, return to Tommy.’ He’s also got a few rainbow bracelets on and they’re each carrying their own flag — which reminds him he has to get them from the car.

He smiles and makes his way out of the bathroom, only to come to a halt when he sees Tommy getting into his ‘I’m Tommy’ shirt. “Oh.”

Tommy turns to look at him with a frown. He stands up and takes a few steps closer. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Am I doing too much?” Buck asks rashly, his eyes widening. “I’m doing too much, aren’t I?”

Before he can fully panic, Tommy puts his hands on Buck’s waist, pulling him a little closer with a stern look. “Okay, no. You’re not doing too much. Where’s that coming from?”

“You just— you look so,” he gestures vaguely to his boyfriend, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “So day to day.”

Tommy smiles amusedly. “Evan, the fact that I personally don’t enjoy painting a — beautiful, by the way —,” he adds and Buck preens, “pride flag on my cheek doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.” He closes the distance to give him a peck. “You look amazing.”

“I’ve just never—,” he says, clearing his throat. “I’ve never dressed like this before. Never wanted to before today.”

Tommy puts his thumb and index on Buck’s chin and tilts his head to the sides a few times, admiring his handy-work. “So?”

“So, I don’t wanna seem— I don’t know, too eager? Like, the community has gone through- through enough, right? They don’t need a-a man who found out basically yesterday that—.”

He doesn’t get to keep talking because Tommy kisses him again. More intently this time. Buck melts after a second, kissing him back. His heart starts slowing down.

Tommy pulls back, kissing along his jaw. He’s careful enough to not rub off any of the makeup. “You deserve to be there as much as everyone else.” His voice is soft and Buck can’t help but to lean into his touch. “You deserve to celebrate however you want.”

Buck pulls away, looking into his eyes. “What if— what if one day I don’t— I don’t wanna go? Or I rather just— just spend the day with you? Just us?”

Tommy smiles again. “Then we do just that. You don’t have to wear rainbow socks or underwear every year to be proud of who you are, Evan.”

“I’m definitely not wearing any rainbow underwear right now,” Buck says, blushing a little.

Tommy scoffs, closing his eyes for a second. “Neither am I.”

Buck’s fingers curl on Tommy’s belt loops, pulling him closer and trying to look down his pants. “Yeah? Are you wearing any underwear at all?”

“Careful,” Tommy warns, and a low groan’s already starting to form on Buck’s throat. “Or we’ll be late.”

“I thought you said we had an hour still,” Buck insists, looking up, a smirk tugging at his lips. He puts his other hand on Tommy’s hips, pinching at the skin above the hem.

“And I thought you said you wanted to get there early. Something about… rainbow cupcakes?”

Bucks chuckles, walking them both back until the back of Tommy’s knees hit the bed and they fall onto it. “Fuck the cupcakes,” Buck says, pulling up Tommy’s shirt to mouth over his abs. “We can get our own on our way there.”

Tommy laughs, curling his fingers on Buck’s hair and pulling him up for a filthy kiss.

(Happy pride everyone! <3)

[redsrooftopprincess]

Coming Home, Part 2

RaphaelxFem!Reader

No warnings, just angst

Part 1

"Hey," he tosses the damp towel over the stool at his desk, and the door to his room clicks closed as he smiles at you softly.

"Hey," you smile back, standing up from the edge of his hammock, and walking the few steps to greet him. Hairbrush in hand, your scent is scattered into the air as you detangle your mane. He hopes you don't notice him breathe deep and hold you in his lungs for just a few moments. 

It's five am. The boys got back about an hour ago, and after debrief and showers, it was just about time for bed.

Everyone had been so happy to see you. 

You're not even sure your feet hit the concrete beyond the threshold before Mike scooped you up into a bear hug, giving you a tight squeeze, "Y/N!!! Welcome home, babes!!!" He'd crowed, grinning and swinging you back and forth. 

You went limp in his arms, as was protocol, flopping around and groaning in mock exasperation, "Miiii-iiiiii-iiiii-iiiike..."

He set you down with one final squeeze, as a hand descended on your head from above, "Hey, D!" You'd chirped, turning around and hugging your best friend around the middle. 

"I'm so glad you're here," he'd said with a relieved chuckle, hugging you back. He had been itching to start a new project, but he needed your help to get going.

A cool voice came from your left, "Welcome home, Y/N." You grinned at the eldest Hamato bother as he wrapped you in a tight hug. Leo was also very glad to see you. Working with Raphael had been a nightmare since you left. More than once, he'd had to call you and shove the phone into Raph's hand when his hot headed brother would start to spiral. 

Minutes after you arrived, Donnie's tech confirmed some intel about a deal going on tonight between the Purple Dragons and an up and coming gang downtown. Ever the city sentinel, Leo insisted they all go see what was happening. 

"Is tonight the only night you can do this?" You'd asked, attempting to keep the disappointed whine out of your voice. 

Raphael had tried desperately to think of a reason he could say "no," sighing apologetically when he failed.

You'd sighed, too, and stepped closer to fix one of the straps of his harness that had turned over slightly upon his enthusiastic greeting. You'd smiled up at him, which he returned softly, effortlessly, invoking midnight memories of you seeing him off when he used to stop by on patrol. That indescribable feeling that this was right, you fussing over him. Natural. That you're exactly where you're supposed to be. "Then go," you'd soothed, brushing your hand over the now flush kevlar, "Unless the lair blows up, I'll be here when you get back," you reassured him, adding brightly, "and Donnie's going with you, so I'm probably safe!"

"I heard that," your friend in purple said, smirking as he walked past, messing up your hair.

"It wasn't a secret," you'd sassed, in the same tone of voice, sticking out your tongue and raking your fingers through your hair to set it right. 

You'd spent the night catching up with Splinter on all the things you know the boys weren't going to tell you. What's actually been going on in the city, and how the boys have really been, over the best cup of tea you've ever had in your life, or, at least, since the last time you'd sat at the low wooden table.

The look he gave you when you'd asked after Raphael did not go unnoticed, and you were grateful when he chose not to follow up on the blush that darkened your cheeks.

Now everyone is winding down and setting off to bed, the two of you are alone in the warm comfort of his room, and you're desperately trying to ignore the single drop of water working it's way slowly down his collarbone. 

It moves through a channel between two of the larger scattershot scales on his shoulders, and down into the soft skin of his upper chest. You feel your face grow warm and turn away, clearing your throat. You take a couple of steps towards his hammock, faking a dramatic yawn, which quickly becomes a real one, complete with a stretch that feels very good after a whole day traveling, and a whole night worrying after the four of them. 

He tries. He really does. But the moment you're shirt rides high as you stretch your arms above your head, his eyes are all over you. It would be actually impossible for him to forget how beautiful you are. He keeps a photo of you on his nightstand... and as his phone background... and in his sketchbook he's not obsessed shut up. But seeing you like this? After ten months? 

It's his first drop water after wandering the desert for nearly a year, and he drinks you in, greedily. So much so fast he starts to feel dizzy. He inhales and licks his lips, attempting to look away, but as he does, his eyes sweep over a flash of his color. 

"Woah, hold up," he says gently grasping your upper arm. On your right shoulder, in red ink, is the word "bijo" ("beauty"), in hiragana ("美女"), "When'd you get this?" He asks, brushing his thumb reverently over the tattoo.

"Couple weeks after I left," you say over your shoulder, a smile curving the corners of your mouth. You'd been wondering how long it would take him to notice. What you didn't expect was how his touch made the long healed ink feel so blissfully painful, "I was feeling homesick and wandering around Little Tokyo, and there was this tiny closet of a shop with this even tinier old man who didn't speak a lick of English doing those, um... Tabori, tattoos? The hand-inked ones?" You mime the tapping method and he nods, familiar, "well between me, him, his grandson, and Google Translate we eventually figured out what I wanted, and..." you shrug.

Those damn roses again. The most beautiful pain pierces his heart and he can barely breathe. He's never said it out loud. It's cheesy and stupid and so so lame, and if you accused him he'd deny it until his very last breath, but almost since the day you met, you've always been the "Beauty" to his "Beast". 

You're smart. Quick, and clever, and can help him work out shit in his head in a way that makes sense, not to mention how you're always ready to jump in and lend a hand with their special brand of bullshit. Your self preservation instinct needs work, but, honestly, 10/10 for enthusiasm. But, more than anything, you are so damn... loving. You love your people fiercely, activity. You see them, really see them, and have noticed and brought each of them back from the brink more than once.

You've saved his life in more ways that he can count, caring for him in a way no one else ever has or would or could, and he doesn't deserve it. Not you, and not this feeling. But you're here. He knows what he is, and what is permissable. He's intimately aware that you know he can never be a part of your world. But... you're still here. 

You came back.

"Do you like it?" You ask.

"I love it," his voice is barely a whisper. He knows that if he speaks too loudly, the exquisite pain of you will overwhelm him and come spilling out. That he'll fall at your feet, and weep, and tell you everything. 

He has to disengage before he does something profoundly stupid. 

"Okay, shorty, assume the position," he orders, releasing your arm and straightening with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks down at you with narrow eyes and a devilish smirk. 

You giggle, turn around and throw your hands in the air, bouncing, "Uppies!"

He snorts, wrapping his arms around your torso and barrel rolling the two of you into his hammock. It's a well loved and practiced ritual, and you're both laughing as your settle against his chest. 

There is a feeling that happens when you crawl into to your own bed after a long time away, when the familiar comfort, scents and sounds of home, wrap around you. No matter how long you've been gone, or what happened while you were away, this is peace. This is safety. This is sanctuary and love and... home. 

Growing up, all you and Casey had was each other. "Home" was something you carried on your back to the next building with a bed. Most kids get to take it for granted. Go off to college, and come home to visit, and fall into bed, and into that peace. You've never had anything like this. Felt anything like this. The feeling is deep and profound, and you aren't expecting it. The moment you settle into him, and that peace washes over you, you gasp as something you didn't know you'd been holding on to, releases. 

Your vision blurs and your fingertips tighten at the lip of his plastron as you curl into him, heaving a shuddering breath.

His arm tightens around your waist as he rakes the fingers of his other hand through your hair, his hand lingering to hold you against him, "I got you, princess," he rumbles, as you fall apart. 

You'd been playing it close to the vest for so long, pushing down loneliness, doubt, disappointment, all in service of a new adventure. And it was wonderful! You had fun! You worked your ass off at something you love with good people as enthusiastic as you are. You'd faced down some of the slimiest people in Los Angeles, and you'd made a name for yourself among your contemporaries. 

You'd also dealt with the expected sexism and the expectation, in some cases, that certain *favors* were to be performed in service of career advancement. You never went there. It had cost you, but you persevered. This was what you wanted. What you'd been working so hard for. The chance of a lifetime and you took it and it WORKED and you were amazing and it just felt... empty. 

Six months in, you'd decided to go home. You'd spent the following four chipping away at your boss to open a satellite in New York. It took you threatening to quit entirely, and they just couldn't have that.

It would be a pay cut and longer hours, but at that point you didn't care. You'd felt like you'd drown in all the moments you couldn't share with him. Things you'd unload or laugh at or just talk about, and every night you didn't hear that soft landing overhead buried you in loneliness. 

It's not like you didn't try to get over him. You went on a few dates. But it was always people that reminded you of him, and it was over the moment they didn't. It wasn't fair. You hated yourself for it. You aren't that person. You don't just use people. Two months into trying, you gave up. 

You'd missed him. Not just the sounding board, not just the safety, him. His eyes, his hands, that beautiful bashful smile he gets anytime you compliment him, every single bit of him. And now you're here. And you have him and everything that comes with him, and you didn't have to give up your dream career, not completely, anyway, and you can finally let it all go. 

He holds you close without a word. It's almost surreal, the suddenness of you being here, and as he finally allows himself to process that this could and quite possibly would be the new normal, his eyes fall closed. You're home. He doesn't know who he's thanking, but he's definitely thanking someone. 

Your tears subside eventually, and there are several long minutes of peaceful silence, like the quiet in the air after a storm, before the birds realize the rain has stopped

"How's that for a year's worth of repressed... everything?" you almost chuckle, sniffling as he kisses the top of your head, softly, "So yeah, I missed you kind of a lot."

"I missed you too, princess," he says softly, "so damn much." 

"I promise never to ever do anything that phenomenally stupid again, ever." You swear into his collarbone.

His brow furrows. "Stu- what did you do that was stupid?" he asks, half looking down at you from his position. 

You push yourself up on his plastron, meeting his gaze with a look that says it should be obvious, "I left you," you say simply, He exhales, his heart stuttering in his chest. He'd forgotten how easily you can make it do that. "A mistake I won't be making twice."

For a millisecond, he can't breathe. You can't be saying... A half smile turns his lip, No, of course not. You just missed him. He really needs to get a handle on himself, or just you being here is going to kill him. 

You reassume your position laying against him, your head tucked between his neck and shoulder, running your fingertips along the line where his plastron meets his chest. You frown when you find a break in the scute that you don't recognize. "This is new," you whisper, fingers tracing the groove. 

"Mmmm," he affirms, softly. A sound you feel more than you hear as your touch moves along the channel. It's deep, at least an inch, a quarter inch wide by four inches long, and months old. This kind of injury would have laid him up for at least a couple of weeks. 

He can feel your jaw tighten, and your hand stills, tensing. He hadn't told you. No one had. Which means he'd specifically asked them not to. He takes your hand in his and raises it, brushing his lips gently over your knuckles. Your eyes fall closed as he places your hand back on his chest over the healed injury, but doesn't let go, "I didn't want to worry you." This is a conversation you're going to have later.

He sighs, deeply, and a quiet thunder rolls within him as your bodies mold against each other in familiar comfort. 

You drift off together, at peace, for the first time in far too long. 

....... 

IYKYK

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A/N: "Bijo" means beautiful woman, technically.

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[lunajay33]

The Teller Girl Part.9

•❤️⛓️💸🌹•

Summary: Being Jax Tellers sister made for a crazy life, being Gemma’s and Clays daughter made it even crazy, but being surrounded by bikers made you feel safe but what’ll happen when you can’t deny your feelings for a certain Scotsman anymore?

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, bit of angst, smut, violence

Part.8

•Masterlist•

With the help of Chibs and the club I was slowly able to heal from the loss of my baby, Chibs even gave me a photo of him as a baby as a way to put a face to my baby boy, a way to heal, it’s been a few months since all that shit went down, things had settled with the club and other gang stuff, bringing the club back to what it was

Today is Harley’s birthday and the words Chibs said to me before rang in my mind everyday, we still had her, she still needed her mother and I’ll be damn if I don’t give her everything she needs

I’ve got everything done, Teal and purple cupcakes, balloons and decor, sure it was probably over the top for just a one year old birthday party but she’s my little girl and every year I have with her will be celebrated

Everything is set up in the back yard now I’m just waiting for everyone to come, the crew, just keeping it small not wanting to take the attention away from my Harley

The rumble of motorcycles pull up to the front of the house and I could hear their loud chatter already, I hold Harley on my hip, adjusting her little dress that was also purple and teal matching everything, with a little flower clip in her hair

“Here they rowdy boys come baby” she giggles looking up at me with those brown eyes

The back gate swings open and they filter in, Bobby, tigs, happy, Opie and Lyla, juice, Gemma, Jax and Tara and Abel, and of course Chibs

Harley spots him and squeals

“Daddy!” She babbles and Chibs comes and swings her around then holding her close as she plays with his goatee

“Look at ye lil lassy, pretty in yer wee dress just like yer mommy” he says looking back at me pulling me into a kiss

“She missed you today” I say running my hand through his hair, his cologne and smell of cigarettes grounding me

“Aye and what about ye?” He smirks as he squeezes my hip

“You know I always do”

“Oh come on did we come here for a Harley or to watch you guys fall in love again” Jax groans making me blush realizing everyone was watching us

“Right everyone, drinks and food are on the table over there, I’ll get the fire started and let’s have fun” the guys got settled and everyone was having fun, we opened gifts, Bobby got her a dress with an American flag on it, typical, other gifts from the others bike related that came in baby form

We thanked everyone and most settled around the fire, Chibs and I sitting at the picnic bench, Tara and Jax on the other as Abel and Harley play in the sand box

“Haven’t seen you in a while Tara how’ve you been?” I ask trying to be nice for Jax even if I don’t really like her

“Fine, we found of the baby is a boy” I felt a squeeze on my heart and I try not to let it bother me

“Tara…” Jax groans

“What it’s not my fault she lost the baby” she sighs glaring at Jax and that’s when all the pain floods back

“Ye get yer gash outta here before I do Jackie boy and it won’t be pretty” Chibs voice full of rage, Jax grabs her arm and pushes her out the gate, I look down at my belly where it should be full and round by now

“Shite baby” his hand rubs my back

“No its….its fine I’m not gonna let her break all the healing I’ve done” he kisses my temple and pulls me close

“He’s still with us baby girl” I nod holding his thigh

“I’m fine my love, how about you get me a cupcake so I can eat my feelings” he smiles

“Ye got it darlin” I kept eating until there was 3 wrappers in front of me my face probably full of purple and teal mouth full of chocolate cake

“Why do you stay with me” I say looking at Chibs who looked completely amused as he wiped the icing of my face and sucked it off his thumb

“Because yer mine”

•

Life went on day by day, Chibs at my side reassuring me everyday that I was his reason to wake up everyday, that me and Harley were the light of his life

Over time I felt whole again knowing I’ll always have the club at my side, that Harley will grow up with a group of men that’ll kill for her, that’ll protect her no matter what, that she has a father that adores her, that I have a ol man that worships the ground I walk on

Chibs got a divorce from Fiona and proposed to me on Harley’s second birthday, we had a simple wedding where Harley was our flower girl and Abel our ring bearer

And there is no other life I’d want to be living without him by my side always and forever

•

Kinda a crappy ending but I ran out of ideas, if you have any other chibs request my inbox is open!!

I just started a Happy series you can read here! The Lion & Lamb

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[katebishopswife777]

Everything

Summary: Basically just tooth rotting fluff and I don’t think there are any warnings that I know of anyways hope you enjoy !

Your pov :

You were currently on the couch all comfy wearing blankets and resting on a ton of pillows reading your book that you had just started reading you were really into the book it was really interesting it was about two lovers who are so different but so right for each other all while wearing your glasses because you can’t see anything without them .

You were waiting for Kate to come home from fighting crime, you were getting really bored and you had no idea when she would be back so you decided on reading since you spent ages trying to find something to watch suddenly there was a light knock on the door jumping up to see who it was but also knowing deep down that it was your adorable girlfriend Kate opening the door revealing Kate in her purple costume looking gorgeous as ever.

“Hey beautiful I’m home” Kate says softly engulfing you in a hug so tight that she could suffocate you. “Hey darling what are you doing here home so early” you wondered since shes always back home late. “I missed you that’s why silly I practically got on my knees and begged Clint to take the day off just so I could spend some quality time with you” she was always caring like that making sure she makes and spends time with you. “Aw Kate you didn’t have to Let’s get you inside” you basically dragged her inside because she was so tired you motioned for her to sit down on the couch and she sits down right after you did , you take her shoes and jacket off as well as her archery accessories placing them on the dining table.Kate groans while stretching her legs from walking so far. You sit back down and try to make conversation with her , running your hands through her beautiful long raven locks you asked her how her day was. ”it was above average thank you for asking how was yours” “well I got up to some reading from the book that you bought for me the other day that was nice I also cleaned the house and took lucky for a walk” “Speaking of him where is he” Kate questioned not thinking of him before since her mind was on you she questioned where he was since he always come running to the door no matter how quiet or loud the knock on the door is. “He’s sleeping now I just put him down for a nap he was exhausted just like you are now he’ll probably wake up in a few hours”. “Please can you keep doing that it feels really nice” on about your hands in her hair. “Don’t worry darling” she needed to relax once in a while she was such an overachiever and wants to be perfect for everyone at the same time she needed a break and you were going to give her that. “You look so beautiful with your glasses” you look down trying your best not to blush which was impossible you were trying to hide yourself from blushing because you just know for a fact that she will tease you for it and won’t stop till the end. “Thank you baby” you say with a soft voice. Your love for another was so warm and pure just like her eyes and smile.

“You mean everything to me you know that right you always know how to make me feel better after a long day you know exactly what to say when I’m feeling down it’s like you can read my mind all the time especially when I really need you to you know when to give me lost of attention you know when to give me space you know when I need a hug or a good laugh your the one for me darling” her words made you want to sob she was so sweet when she wants to be . “I love you so much Katie I feel the exact same way about you” you really did love her more than anything she is all you need in life she was perfect. “I love you more pretty girl and I’ll never stop loving you no matter what it’s me and you forever darling always and forever remember that for me alright” okay now your eyes were welling up with tears but it’s okay because Kate is here to wipe them away for you. “Okay Katie always and forever” she loved that nickname and you knew it she wipes your tears and kisses them away lightly. All of a sudden lucky unexpectedly comes running to the living room realising Kate was home and jumps on her lap licking her face. Life was perfect Kate was perfect she was all you needed she was everything.

An: Yall let me know if you want a part two cause I have another idea hope you all liked it comment your thoughts please if you don’t mind okay byee love yall 💗💗

[ghosty-zero]

Sonadow one shot number #13: Hot Pockets

{I kinda wanted to try a clueless Shadow this time, oblivious to the dating world}

Shadow was a confusing hedgehog to read. Like a stone wall he stood unmoving and unwavering. His eyes were always in a stern glare, like he was just naturally angry all the time. If you were an outsider looking in, you'd probably believe him to be just that, but Sonic had been through enough with Shadow to know he wasn't just a stone wall. He was actually very expressive. He had emotions and thoughts. Sonic could tell there was an entire life story behind those eyes.

What Sonic wanted to know, was what that life story was.

Getting Shadow to talk was a chore enough on its own. The only times he seemed to actually speak up were when Sonic did something stupid, or when he felt the need to correct someone on something. Even then it was pretty hard to get him to continue talking. He didn't like being pushed to talk, and he wasn't one for small talk either. Which meant that Sonic didn't have much material to work with, but he had nothing better to do this evening and he had been thinking about it all day.

So, determined as ever, Sonic cornered Rouge one Tuesday afternoon at a local diner. He had asked her to meet him there after his racing session. She came in a bit late, but she came.

"Hello dear, I hope I didn't keep you waiting." She said with a smile as she took a seat across from him.

Sonic sighed dramatically. "You took forever, what happened?"

She shrugged. "I was busy. Work stuff."

Sonic rolled his eyes. "Well, now that you're here, I wanna ask you something."

"Oh?" She asked. "What is it?"

Sonic shifted in his seat. "How long have you known Shadow?"

"A few years. We've worked together for a while, why? What's up?" She tilted her head curiously.

"I've just been wondering about him a lot lately." Sonic said with a sigh. "He's just so confusing and I wanna know more about him, but he's not exactly one for opening up to people."

"Hm," Rouge leaned back in her chair. "Well, what do you want to know?"

"Anything really. Like where he comes from, what he likes to do for fun, what his favorite color is..."

Rouge laughed softly. "His favorite color is red."

"Really?" Sonic raised an eyebrow. "I thought it would be black."

Rouge shrugged. "Everyone thinks that. His favorite color is actually red."

Sonic sighed again. "I wish he'd tell me things like that."

"To be honest, he's not a big fan of yours either." Rouge said with a small smirk.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Sonic pouted. "He's told me he hates me, and he's not one for lying. He doesn't have to tell me twice."

Rouge nodded. "Well, why do you want to know these things?"

"I told you, I wanna know more about him."

"Could this be stemming from a, oh, I don't know, a crush maybe?" She gave him a knowing look.

Sonic blushed. "No!" He exclaimed quickly, then lowered his voice. "It's nothing like that..."

"Mhm," Rouge hummed. "You seem very concerned with his tastes in colors and hobbies."

"I'm just curious, okay?" Sonic folded his arms.

"I don't believe you."

"When have I ever lied to you?" Sonic asked.

"I'll admit, you're not really one to lie. But I also know you're not one to admit your feelings either." Rouge smirked.

Sonic blushed harder. "W-what feelings? I don't have feelings."

Rouge laughed. "You tell me the truth, and I'll tell you what I know."

"Well..." Sonic started, but stopped himself.

Rouge smiled at him, waiting patiently for his answer.

"Fine... maybe I do have a tiny crush on him." He finally admitted. "But that's all it is. A tiny crush. Like, super itty bitty. Barely even noticeable."

Rouge chuckled. "Right. And my favorite color is orange."

"What? No way! I thought your favorite color was purple."

"Sonic, you're missing the point here."

"Oh. Yeah."

"Anyway, you like Shadow, and you want to know more about him because you want to get closer to him."

"Well, yeah." Sonic nodded. "I mean, we are kinda friends and all, but we don't really talk much. It's kinda hard to get close to someone when they don't give you anything to work with."

Rouge sighed. "I know what you mean. Shadow has always been difficult to understand." She paused for a moment, then grinned. "I could try talking to him for you."

"Really?" Sonic asked hopefully. "Would you do that for me?"

"Of course." She replied with a smile. "Anything to help out a friend in need."

"Thanks, Rouge!" Sonic said happily. "You're the...wait...what do you want in return?"

She shrugged innocently. "Oh, nothing much."

"Nothing much?" Sonic raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Just your eternal gratitude and perhaps a little favor down the line." She said casually.

"Deal." Sonic replied without hesitation.

"Great!" She said cheerily. "I'll see what I can do. No promises though."

"Alright, thanks again Rouge."

When Rouge was assigned with a task, she was known to see it through till the very end. She set out right away to get more information on Shadow, but the first step was to actually find him. Which proved to be quite difficult, as he was a master at hiding when he didn't want to be found. They lived together in the same apartment, however he was like a rare creature. If you didn't see him at least once every few days, then you would probably never find him.

Rouge approached him casually one afternoon as he was making a bowl of black coffee beans.

"Hey, Shads." She said nonchalantly.

He grunted in acknowledgement, but did not respond.

"You know, there's this new movie that I've been wanting to see. It's supposed to be really good. You should go with me."

Shadow took a sip from his cup. "No."

"Aww, come on. We never hang out, hun."

"Your nicknames are unwanted and annoying." He responded coldly. "Do not use them."

"Okay, okay." She sighed. "But really, let's hang out sometime."

Shadow took another sip from his cup, then set it down on the counter. "I do not have time for such frivolous activities." He turned around and started heading towards his room.

"Ah, ah, remember that time I saved you from that angry mob?"

Shadow paused, then sighed. "Fine."

"Great!" Rouge clapped her hands together excitedly. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven. Be ready by then." She turned and walked off before he could argue.

Shadow just shook his head and continued on to his room.

The next day, Rouge was knocking on Shadows door, all dressed up and ready to go. When she received no answer, she knocked again. Still no response. She knocked harder, but there was still no sign of life behind the door. Finally, she gave up and opened it herself.

"Hey, Shads." She said loudly as she entered. "You ready to go yet?"

"I didn't say you could come in."

"I make the food in this house, I can do whatever I want." She said smugly. "Now hurry up and get ready. We're gonna be late."

Shadow stood up from his desk chair and turned around to face her. "I am ready."

"Well then, let's go!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.

On their way to the theater, Rouge made sure to ask as many subtle questions as she could. However, she quickly realized that Shadow was not one for subtlety. He was very straightforward and blunt, which meant he answered her questions directly.

"So, Shadow." She started, trying to think of something to ask. "What do you like to do for fun?"

"I train." He said simply.

"Right, right. But I mean, like, when you're not training."

Shadow frowned slightly. "Why do you ask? Do you wish to spend time with me?"

Rouge chuckled. "Maybe."

"I suppose I enjoy reading." He replied after a moment of thought.

"Oh? What kinds of books?"

He shrugged. "Anything that catches my attention."

Rouge nodded. "Okay, I have another question. What kind of music do you listen to?"

"I do not listen to music."

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow.

"It distracts me."

"Fair enough. What about...food? What's your favorite food?"

Shadow sighed. "Why are you asking me these questions? I do not see the purpose."

"I'm just curious." She answered honestly. "We're friends, aren't we? We should get to know each other better."

Shadow glanced at her sideways. "Are we? Friends, I mean."

"Don't hurt my feelings." Rouge smiled playfully.

He rolled his eyes. "If you must know, I enjoy hot pockets."

Rouge blinked. "Really? I thought you would be more of a sushi guy."

"I like sushi too." He admitted. "But I also enjoy hot pockets."

Rouge nodded again. "Okay, one last question. What do you think of Sonic?"

"Sonic?" Shadow repeated, frowning slightly. "Why are you bringing him up?"

"No reason, really. Just curious."

"Hmph." Shadow grunted, but didn't press any further. "He is an annoyance."

Rouge chuckled. "I guess so. But like, is there anything you like specifically about him? Anything at all?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

"I think he's pretty charming, don't you?"

Shadow glared at her. "Do you have a crush on him or something?"

Rouge laughed. "No, no, no. I just think he's a fun guy. And he's really good looking too."

Shadow scowled. "I don't understand how you can find such a thing attractive."

Rouge smirked, playfully nudging his arm with her elbow. "Aw, don't worry hun, I think you're plenty attractive."

Shadow huffed. "Wonderful."

Rouge reported her findings to Sonic the next day, who was extremely excited to learn what she had found out.

"So, let me get this straight." He said as she finished explaining everything. "You learned that he likes to read, he enjoys hot pockets and he thinks I'm an annoyance."

"Basically." She replied with a nod. "But it's a start."

"Not a great one, but it's something." He sighed. "Thanks for trying, Rouge."

"It wasn't a problem dear." She said with a smile. "I hope it helps."

"Is there anything I can do to get him to open up? Like, you know how sometimes people get drunk and tell you their life story? Is there anything like that I can do?"

Rouge chuckled. "Is that really the best idea?"

"I dunno." Sonic shrugged. "I just feel like I need to do something to make him like me more, and I'm not very good at the whole talking thing."

"Maybe you should try getting him drunk then." She suggested with a smirk. "That way, he'll tell you everything and you'll get closer to him."

Sonic laughed. "He'd kill me if he ever found out."

"Well, you could always just wait for him to open up on his own, but that could take a while."

Sonic sighed again. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He looked down at the floor for a moment, thinking. "Do you think he'll ever open up to me? Like, ever?"

Rouge gave him a sympathetic smile. "At the moment, he doesn't like you very much. But that doesn't mean you can give up. Give it time, he might warm up to you eventually. You never know."

Sonic smiled back. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks, Rouge. You've been a big help."

"Anytime, hun. Now go get 'em."

With that, she left and Sonic was alone again. He sat down on his couch and thought about what she had told him. If Shadow didn't like him now, then it would take a lot of effort to change his mind. But Sonic was determined, and when he wanted something, he went all out.

It took some time to come up with a plan, but when it finally came together, Sonic was confident that it would work. Sure, his plans usually didn't work out as expected, but this time was different. He had been thinking about this for a while, and he knew exactly what to do.

The plan was simple, but effective. He would corner Shadow and refuse to leave him alone until he agreed to spend some time with him. It sounded silly, but it worked on Tails all the time, so Sonic figured it would work on Shadow as well.

Unfortunately, finding Shadow turned out to be harder than he expected. The guy was incredibly good at hiding, and Sonic was beginning to think he had gone into hibernation or something. After a few hours of searching, Sonic finally found him in his usual spot in front of his apartment working on his motorcycle.

"Hey, Shadow." Sonic greeted casually.

Shadow grunted in response.

Sonic took a deep breath and prepared himself. "We need to talk."

Shadow stopped what he was doing and turned to face him. "About?"

Sonic crossed his arms and stared straight at him. "You. And me. Together."

"What?"

"Look, I know you don't like me, but we're friends, aren't we?"

"No." Shadow answered bluntly.

"Well, then maybe we can be more than just friends." Sonic suggested hopefully.

Shadow raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, I want us to be closer." Sonic explained. "I want to get to know you better."

"I do not understand."

Sonic sighed. "Look, I like you, okay?"

"In what context?"

"I dunno." Sonic shrugged. "Just, romantically, I guess?"

"You guess you like me romantically?"

"Yes! No! Maybe?" Sonic ran his hands through his quills frustratedly. "I don't know. But I do know that I want to spend more time with you."

Shadow stared at him. "Why?"

"Because!" Sonic exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. "I like you, and I want to get closer to you."

"But why?" Shadow repeated.

"Because I think you're cool."

Shadow quirked a brow. "Cool?"

"Yeah! I mean, you're strong and tough and mysterious. And I like that about you."

Shadow shook his head. "I do not understand."

Sonic groaned, grabbing Shadow's shoulders. "Listen to my words. I want to date you."

Shadow blinked, processing what he had said. After a moment, his expression softened slightly. "You wish to court me?" He asked quietly.

"Yes! Please!" Sonic nodded vigorously. "Let's go on a date."

"A date? Right now? Why?"

"Because I like you! That's why!"

Shadow sighed heavily, turning back to his work. "You are confusing."

"So, will you go on a date with me?" Sonic asked hopefully.

"No." Shadow replied simply.

Sonic frowned. "Why not?"

"Because I am busy." He gestured to his motorcycle.

"C'mon, you can finish that later. It won't take long." Sonic insisted. "I'll take you out to eat or something."

Shadow shook his head. "No."

"Please? Pretty please? With sugar on top?" Sonic begged, getting down on his knees.

"What does sugar have to do with anything?" Shadow questioned.

"Just say yes and I'll tell you." Sonic replied.

Shadow rolled his eyes. "Fine."

"Really? Are you serious? Yes! Thank you!" Sonic cheered happily, jumping up to hug Shadow.

Shadow pushed him away. "Do not touch me."

"Sorry, sorry." Sonic apologized, stepping back. "Anyway, let's go then. There's a great diner just a few blocks away that has amazing food, according to myself, it's super awesome, you'll love it, maybe, hopefully."

Shadow sighed. "Alright. Let us go then."

"Great! Let's go!"

The walk there wasn't long, but it was awkward. Neither of them said anything, and Shadow seemed to be lost in thought. Sonic wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but he figured it would be better to wait until after they ate.

When they arrived at the diner, Sonic lead the way inside and sat down at a booth. Shadow didn't try to sit next to him and instead chose to sit across from him. They both picked up their menus and began looking over them.

"So, um," Sonic started nervously. "Have you ever been here before?"

Shadow shook his head. "No."

"Well then, I'll recommend you something good." Sonic said with a smile. "Their burgers are great, according to Amy. I personally wish they had chili dogs on the menu, but whatever."

Shadow glanced over at him. "You like chili dogs?"

"Love 'em." Sonic replied excitedly. "They're my favorite food in the whole world. Well, second to pizza. And third to hot dogs, and fourth to hamburgers, and fifth to-"

"I get it." Shadow cut him off.

"It's better than hot pockets." Sonic joked.

Shadow blinked. "Who told you that?"

Sonic panicked, realizing he had accidentally revealed that he had talked to Rouge about Shadow.

"Oh, uh, no one." He lied. "I just heard you liked them."

"Hm." Shadow hummed, unconvinced. "Who else have you talked to about me?"

"No one, I swear! I don't...uh...talk to people. Ever. Except for you, obviously, but that's only because we're friends now!"

Shadow narrowed his eyes. "We are not friends."

"Well, I consider you to be." Sonic said 

defensively. "And I want us to get closer."

"Why?"

"Because I like you!" Sonic exclaimed. "I've already told you that! Don't make me repeat myself!"

"You speak so informally."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, how do you feel about chili dogs?"

Shadow shrugged. "I have never had one before."

Sonic gasped dramatically. "What?! You've never had a chili dog? What kind of life have you been living? Okay, we are getting you a chili dog right now."

Shadow didn't protest as Sonic went ahead and ordered them both a chili dog. When their food came, to say that Shadow was unimpressed was an understatement. He stared at the food in front of him like it had personally offended him.

Sonic tried his best not to laugh. "So, what do you think?"

"This is...different." Shadow answered after a moment.

Sonic grinned. "Go on, try it."

Shadow hesitantly took a bite, chewing slowly. After two seconds, he spit it out onto his plate.

"Wow." Sonic said, surprised. "It's that bad, huh?"

"That is the most disgusting and vile thing I have ever eaten."

Sonic laughed. "Guess chili dogs aren't your thing."

"No. They are not."

Sonic took a bite of his own chili dog. "Don't worry, this place has some pretty great burgers."

Shadow nodded. "Perhaps."

They sat there for a while, Sonic doing most of the talking while Shadow listened silently. When they were finished, Sonic paid for the meal and they left the diner.

"Thanks for coming with me, Shadow." Sonic said as they walked down the street together. "It means a lot to me."

Shadow didn't respond. He just kept walking.

"So," Sonic continued, not wanting to let the silence hang. "Got anything to talk about? Maybe some deep dark secrets?"

"No."

"Nothing? Nothing at all? Not even one tiny thing?"

"No."

"C'mon, you gotta have something."

Shadow sighed. "You have an apparent crush on me, hence the asking out on a date. I can only assume you spoke to Rouge in order to learn more about me."

Sonic cringed. "Is that bad?"

"Yes. And also no. It was actually quite flattering. I haven't been courted since-" He cut himself off abruptly, glancing away from Sonic. "It does not matter. My point is, I do not understand why you would like me."

Sonic tilted his head curiously. "I could list the reasons, but it's not exactly the best way to get closer to someone, right?"

"I suppose not." Shadow agreed. "I suppose I should try to open up more."

"It's a start." Sonic said with a smile.

Shadow paused for a moment. "I enjoy reading."

Sonic raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"You wanted to know more about me, did you not?"

Sonic stared at him. "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Shadow answered simply. "I also like sushi."

Sonic laughed. "Okay, that's-"

"I cannot sleep on wrinkled sheets and I greatly enjoy hot pockets."

"Oh, wow, I-"

"My favorite scent is lavender and I hate being touched unless I have given explicit permission."

"Shadow-"

"My meals must be prepared as they were on the Ark, otherwise I will become agitated and leave the room."

"Shadow, please!" Sonic laughed, putting his hands on Shadows shoulders.

Shadow blinked, startled. "What?"

"Just...stop for a second, I can barely keep up." Sonic chuckled. "

"Is this not what you wanted?"

"Well, yeah, but not all at once." Sonic smiled. "Take your time, we'll get there eventually."

Shadow nodded. "Alright."

"Great!" Sonic placed his hands on his hips, his iconic smile on his face. "Now, how about we go for a run? You're pretty fast, right?"

"I am faster than you." Shadow stated confidently.

Sonic grinned. "We'll see about that. Last one to the beach is-"

Shadow teleported out of sight before Sonic could finish speaking.

"A cheater!" Sonic called out, already running after him.

Sonic lost the race, but he didn't mind. He got to see Shadow smile, which made up for it.

[anxiousthoughts365]

Dress Up

Very NSFW, minors DNI. Halloween is mentioned but this is very definitely a no Voldy AU

Halloween is a night that they all enjoy. It gives them the chance to relax, to get a little loose and a little drunk without feeling like they have to behave themselves, like they might at the annual Potter family Christmas parties that they've all attended for the past three years since leaving Hogwarts.

The Marauders like to dress up for Halloween, and of course, James and Sirius usually take things to the next level with extravagant and obscure designs. Peter likes a nice, straight-forward costume that he doesn't have to explain to anyone. And since moving in with James two years ago, Regulus has been dragged into the tradition, and has mostly willingly played along.

Remus often just does something half-arsed. Even though he enjoys seeing everyone else's costumes, he already feels like a monster all year round, so he can't see the point of donning one himself to let everyone else see him that way, too.

In past years, he's made do with as little as possible: a crooked purple wizard's hat and small round spectacles (Dumbledore); a headband with fuzzy ears and eyeliner stripes that he'd had Sirius draw across his cheeks (the cat that sometimes lingered around the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts); a black jumper with white lines painted on it (a skeleton).

This year, however, Remus has gained enough courage to properly dress up. Well, perhaps it's not entirely courage alone that has led to his choice of costume this evening. Sirius' daily tantrums in the lead up to the Potter-Black Halloween party also went quite a long way to him deciding that he'd actually make an effort this year, if only to stop the man's insistent whining.

But he's already incredibly uncomfortable, and he hasn't even left his and Sirius' flat yet. The four of them had gotten together to get ready, like old times, before they were to head over to the Potter mansion in time for the party. But at this point, Remus doesn't know if he'll actually be able to step outside his own front door.

He grimaces at his reflection in the floor-length mirror in their hallway, self-consciously tugging at the zip on the front of his ridiculously tight, iridescent green body suit. He doesn't dare to let it open any lower than his collar bones - it would reveal too much of his scarring.

But he'd wanted to be Bowie - specifically, Oh You Pretty Things on The Old Grey Whistle Test Bowie. And this is what he'll have to suffer tonight to achieve that look. He's just debating whether it will be worth the suffering when James bounds into the hall from the living room, where the others had been dressing. He takes one look at Remus, and quite comically stops dead mid-bound.

'Fuck me, Lupin,' James whistles appreciatively. Remus blushes, but before he can grumble at his friend, Peter wanders out behind James, fiddling with the front of his own outfit.

'Why is Moony fucking you?' he asks, then looks up from fixing his last button and catches sight of Remus. His eyes pop wide, and a salacious grin spreads over his plump cheeks as he purrs, 'Forget James, Remus, fuck me!'

'Why are we all fucking my boyfriend?' comes a third voice, heavy enough with petulance that Remus doesn't even need to see Sirius to know that he's pouting. His possessiveness of Remus is, at times, endearing. At other times, it's downright distracting.

But then Sirius is in the hallway with them, and Remus forgets all about how distracting Sirius' passions can be. Because Sirius is distraction himself tonight.

He's dressed as Mark Bolan, because of fucking course he is. One mild suggestion he'd found in an old, obscure Muggle magazine that Mark and David were 'close', and Sirius had been instantly convinced that the stars had carried out a secret gay affair. He'd gone so far as to beg Remus to be Bowie this year, just so they could do a couples' costume. He'd even said that Remus could choose his Bowie era, which had definitely swung his case. It also didn't hurt that he'd always found Mark Bolan rather attractive.

But in Remus' opinion, Mark Bolan has absolutely nothing on the man before him. Sirius' black hair has been teased into loose curls that hang around his face and shoulders. He's managed to dig a sequinned purple blazer out from Gods-only-know-where, and his tight black leather pants are leaving very little to Remus' imagination.

The smear of khoal around the man's eyes holds Remus' attention for a few minutes, but then he meets Sirius' gaze, and everything in him goes tight. Because while he's been looking at Sirius, Sirius has been looking at him, and Remus wonders just how much of the lust and need that he can see on his boyfriend's face is currently reflected in his own expression.

'Lads,' Sirius croaks, breaking the thick silence that had suddenly descended on the flat. He doesn't look away from Remus as he murmurs, 'You both go on ahead. Moony and I are going to need a minute.' His eyes, burning pools of molten silver, rake down Remus' body, and his voice is unbearably tight when he adds, 'Make that twenty minutes.'

James retches, but Peter is chuckling and coo'ing at them to stay safe, kids as he pulls the other boy down the hall, squeezing past where Remus stands, immobilised. The front door slams shut behind them, and Sirius is instantly moving. Between one blink and the next, he's down the hall, and all at once he's practically climbing Remus' lanky form, winding slender fingers into his thick brown curls and pulling him down into a bruising kiss.

'Bloody hell, Moons,' Sirius breathes, nipping non-too-gently at Remus' lower lip. 'You look incredible.'

'Me?' Remus huffs, reaching down to grab a handful of Sirius' arse. The leather is moulded so closely to his skin that it almost feels like he's wearing nothing, and Remus whines, burying his face against Sirius' neck. 'These should be illegal, Padfoot. I don't think I can let you wear them outside of this flat.'

'That's alright,' Sirius gasps, his hips canting when Remus' teeth graze his throat. 'I only wore them - ah - f-for you anywayyyooooh, fuck!'

'Is that so?' Remus smirks, continuing to move the hand that he's somehow managed to squeeze into the front of Sirius' very tight trousers. The man's black-rimmed eyelids flutter, and Remus is grinning as he goes on, 'Well, that must mean I can do whatever I like with them, right?'

'You can do whatever you like to any part of me,' Sirius pants, but then he pauses, his eyes clearing slightly as he adds, 'Except for my hair. It took me ages.'

'There he is,' Remus chuckles, extracting himself from Sirius' trousers and instead hoisting the shorter man up into his arms. 'Thought I'd lost you for a minute, there.'

'I'm always with you, Moony,' Sirius breathes, his eyes going hazy again as he wraps his legs around Remus' narrow waist. The contact and friction spur Remus on through their flat to their bedroom, and it's a vague, distant thought when he wonders if they'll actually make it to the party this year.

[kieranxvalentine]

Trouble. [Yandere! Player! OC x Reader]

༻♡༺✎ You knew he was trouble, but he wanted you. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Player! Oc x Reader ༻♡༺✎ 17+ (Kidnapping alluded to at the end, blackmailing) ༻��༺✎ 0.7k words ༻♡༺✎ Authors note: Please request fics guys! Also I may be opening a kofi where more longer fics about these characters will be posted! (This has not been proofread!)

“Oh my god he’s finally back!!”

“Look at how cute he is~!”

Franklin rolled his eyes in irritation as he walked through the school, he was just coming back after a vacation with parents, and now that he was back. He was looking for a particular person. 

His Princess.

Franklin had dark green hair with unnatural purple contacts that he wore and simply refused to take out (especially after his princess had complimented him on them).

He had soft tan skin, his right eye was bandaged, covering a scar he’d gotten when he was younger. Freckled cheeks with dimples that showed when he smirked or smiled that always made the girls swoon.

He wore a white/blue collared shirt with dark blue pants and blac heels boots {That he truly didn’t need! He was 6’1, he just liked being taller}

He ignored most of his fangirls, pushing past them as he made his way to the (h/c) girl who made his world.

Those innocent (e/c) eyes looking up at him whenever he talked. The way your skin glows in the morning light when he would watch you walk to school. The way how you would try to avoid eye contact, making him have to move just so he could look at your pretty face fully.

Franklin Whetsone, or Frankie as everyone else called him was a player, He was a player. He was known around the academy as a heart breaker. Girls around the academy wanted so desperately to be with him, and he would humor them for a bit before moving on to the next.

He was known to date multiple girls at once, having them over to the apartment that he had. Girls would constantly fight over him. Saying that he belonged to them!

Oh how stupid they were..

Normally, Franklin wouldn’t allow himself to be tied to one girl for too long. He hopped around from girl to girl not allowing himself to become attached to the girl he is in pursuit of.

That was…

Until you decided to come along.

You were the girl he just couldn't get. You would reject him each time he would come up to you. You were that forbidden fruit that he wanted so badly to get a taste of. It would cause Franklin to stay up late at night, dreaming of the day that he would finally have you in his arms. Not one of those other annoying bitches.

Franklin was obsessed with you in a way. Girls usually would fall for his charms and he would simply talk them into his bed. But You? You would always reject his advances with the same phrases with that sweet voice of yours.

“S-sorry, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship..”

Or “A-aren’t you seeing someone?..”

WHY COULDN’T YOU SEE HE WANTED YOU!? All those other girls he was with didn’t mean a damn thing to him, they were just to pass the time until you would finally give in.

But he was tired of waiting.

Franklin approached you with a smirk on his face, just like he would always do. Leaning down to face you, just inches away from those plump lips he loved so damn much.

“Babycakes~ Just who I was hoping to see~! I surely missed you,” He says noticing the blush on your face and how desperately you tried to avoid eyecontact. Oh no no, he loved eyecontact, he craved it…especially with you. He forced your chin so you could face him, and have no choice but to lock those pretty (e/c) jewels with his. 

“Let’s move to the rooftop. I have something i need to discuss with you. And ONLY you.”

You didn’t even fight him. You allowed him to guide you up to the roof. He smirks as he brings you upstairs. When he got you upstairs, he wrapped his arms around your body and hugged you tightly.

“My princess…my baby…you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.”

“You-”

“Shh. Shut up right now. I want you to listen how my heart beats for you…”

He doesn’t care how uncomfortable it makes you. He holds you against him, little do you know he already had plans made.

He’s going to ask you to be his. And if you would refuse?

He would threaten your education, after all, his grandfather is the dean, and has gotten rid of a few problems for him previously. He chuckles internally at the thought.

You were stuck with him~! He wasn’t ever going to let you go. Franklin doesn’t care how many girls he’s flirted with in the past that try to throw themselves at him. He would ignore them all because he finally has his baby in his arms~!

“Hmm? Maybe you should just quit school all together! I’ll take care of you? You would like that right? You always complain about how school is so cruel to you baby…”

“Don’t worry…your frankie is gonna take care of you..”

©kieranxvaletine 2023 <3 Hope you all enjoyed!

[nhlmcfilthy]

Everything we Haven't Said Pt 2

Honestly now this is a three parter I guess? I know it took a while, but I can't stop writing about them. Also, oops it's 7k

Summary: An romantic evening with boyfriend Kaiden Guhle doesn't go as planned when your roommate Arber Xhekaj accidentally sees you naked and you have an interesting sex dream.

Word count: 7k (sorry not sorry)

CW: voyeurism I guess. threesome. Light jealousy, sort of infidelity but not really

Pairing: Female reader/Kaiden Guhle/Arber Xhekaj

Kaiden wakes you up when he's getting ready for his run. Usually you sleep through it, but sometimes he moves around too much and closes drawers too loudly. "Sorry" he whispers when he sees you rubbing your eyes and rolling over. He comes over and kisses your forehead. "I'm heading out now, see you later, yeah?" You nod sleepily. "Yeah, I have an afternoon class but I'm home tonight." "Perfect" he replies. "We'll have a romantic dinner of leftovers" you say. "Yeah if Arber hasn't eaten all of them" he jokes and rolls his eyes. Arber eats enough for six men, but his mom usually keeps him in a steady supply when she's in town, and it's not like Kaiden eats like a bird either. It's not really an issue, you both just give him a hard time.

You try to fall back asleep but your body has decided it's morning. You throw off the covers and open the curtain, letting the light stream in the room.

The condo you and Kaiden are renting isn't anything extravagant, but it's definitely nicer than anything you'd be able to afford without your boyfriend's NHL paycheque, even if he let you contribute (which he doesn't). The windows in every room are huge, and you're right downtown. A couple other young players on the team have condos in the same building and the surrounding ones so it feels like a little community. Everyone in the building is really nice and respectful, never bothering you and Kaiden or you too much.

You look at the skyline of Montreal and think about how lucky you are. Regardless of what's going on with you and Kaiden, your life is pretty great.

You go to collect your clothes off the ground and realize something is missing - your bra. It's definitely somewhere in the main room, even if you don't remember him taking it off, and your stomach rolls thinking about it. Did Arber see it last night when he came in? He might not have even turned on the light.

You and Kaiden aren't usually so sloppy. You also tend to keep the naughty stuff to the bedroom since you share the main area, last night was a bit out of the box for you. You feel your core pulse just thinking about how hot that was. Losing it all over the island in the kitchen. You're going to have to bleach it this afternoon. You blush thinking about it.

It's 6:30 in the morning, Arber isn't usually awake this early. Neither are you, normally. You figure you can just quickly pop into the kitchen and grab your bra. It's your purple lace balconette bra that makes your boobs look fantastic. Kaiden looks at you like he wants to devour you when he discovers that you're wearing it. He's been known to leave dinners early, asking for the bill as soon as the mains are down on the table because he saw a hint of the strap under your dress.

You sigh. This used to be so much less complicated. Last night was a good sign, but you know that you can't rely on sex to make your relationship better. You need to talk this one out.

How do you even start this conversation? Even admitting things weren't the same was a hard conversation. You both felt awful about it and and it's been sort of looming over the two of you lately.

You shake off your thoughts, not really wanting to deal with them right now and open your bedroom door to the main living area.

Soft morning light fills the kitchen and living room. As a night owl, you aren't often up for sunrise, but you always enjoy it when you get a chance. Pink, orange, and yellow streak across the sky, the buildings beginning to light up. Mount Royal is ever present, and you love all the older buildings peeking out through the high rises. Spires and domes from ancient churches and preserved buildings.

You didn't bother to put on pants, but now standing out there in the open room in an oversized t-shirt of Kaiden's and a pair of panties, you feel a bit exposed. You scan the room and walk a loop around the kitchen island. Nothing. You start to panic. It has to be out here somewhere, unless Kaiden took it, or Arber...

You picture Arber coming home and finding your bra, and what? It's just a bra. It's not like he's never seen one before. What do you think he'd do with it? Take it into his room to jerk off? You blush, but shake your head again. It's just a silly crush and you're obviously worked up about other things.

Your eyes are still scanning the room and then you see it, folded over the back of the couch. You try to remember when Kaiden took it off you last night but it's all a blur, and Kaiden isn't really known for being too tidy. He's a very "throw caution to the wind" guy when it comes to laundry, and in the heat of the moment he's tossed clothes under the dresser or in the back of a closet. Once he even threw a shirt on a lamp and it almost caught fire.

You stare at the folded bra, knowing that Arber must have seen it and put it there. You wonder what he thought about it. Did he roll his eyes? Did he think it was gross that you guys fooled around in the living room? Was he jealous?

You jump as you hear the door behind you open. The door to Arber's room. You lunge for the bra and Arber's eyes open wide in shock at seeing you there and then you see his gaze change as he takes in what you are wearing. You blush as you grab the bra and hide it behind your back like a kid caught stealing a cookie.

You take in Arber. He's most likely just on his way to the bathroom. Yours and Kaiden's room has an en-suite, but the main bathroom off the living room is the one Arber uses.

He looks soft and rumpled. He's in his boxers and you have no idea where to look. His strong, toned chest is incredibly sculpted. You've seen him shirtless before, but something about seeing him first thing in the morning feels oddly private. Intimate. His hair is all over the place and he's got patches of five o'clock shadow on his face from not shaving yet. You want to reach out and touch it. It would feel so good rubbing against your face and neck. Or between your legs. You try to suppress a shiver and glance away, definitely avoiding looking at anything below his waist.

Your nipples are hard underneath your shirt and you can see them protruding through the fabric. You start to feel embarrassed and horny and very overwhelmed. You want to run back in your room and hide under the blankets and scream. You want to grab Arber and straddle him on the couch. You want Kaiden to walk in and watch. Your face heats up at that and you almost have to cross your legs with how much that turns you on.

The silence has gone on for far too long. Arber is looking at you sort of quizzically. He still looks sleepy (which is adorable), but he also knows you have the bra behind your back and the corner of his mouth looks like it's fighting a smile.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath and collect yourself.

"Morning" you say lightly and maybe slightly higher pitched than your regular voice. "You saw nothing" you say, waving your bra-free hand in front of him like you're wiping his memory. "You will go to the bathroom and back to your room and then you will forget this happened and never speak of it again" you continue waving your hand like a weirdo.

He cracks a full smile at this and says "okay weird girl." You're caught off guard by his smile and you're also walking backwards and you run into the corner of the couch. You flail, trying to catch yourself. but you're definitely not recovering from this, so you try to limit the embarrassment factor and brace for impact, but Arber shoots across the room and catches you before you hit the floor.

Suddenly he's got one hand spanning a disturbingly large part of your upper back, and the other is on the back of your thigh. Your naked thigh. Dangerously close to your ass. You feel his fingers flex and you take in a sharp breath.

His eyes are wide as you lower the leg he's basically holding up, and he lets go, raising his arms up in a surrender motion.

"Sorry" you both say at the same time and laugh it off a bit. Arber clears his throat "are you okay" he asks, genuinely looking concerned, but also turning around to give you space (but probably more to adjust himself in his boxers. It is the morning after all, and you are half clothed. And if he's feeling half of the sexual tension you are, he's definitely at least half hard. But you're trying not to think about that). "Other than my pride, I'm fine" you say, completely over trying to hide the bra behind your back and just leaning into the awkwardness of the moment.

You feel the adrenaline rush leaving your body and you finally catch your breath. "I'm gonna" you say and you point behind yourself even though he's still turned around and you make a beeline for your room, narrowly missing an end table and you know he's laughing again.

Inside your room you take some deep breaths and tell yourself you won't overthink the encounter outside. For sure you can just brush it off. You also try not to think about how his hand flexed around the back of your thigh. You're less successful than you want to be.

You go into your ensuite and splash cold water on your face and try to bring down your heart rate.

You hop in the shower and decide to do a full hair wash and mask to kill time and avoid going back out there and seeing Arber again. You also maybe have a bit of fun with the shower head, but that has nothing to do with Arber whatsoever, you tell yourself. It's always been a favourite way of getting off without a partner and you don't think about his scruffy beard rubbing between your thighs as you climax. Absolutely not one bit.

You do feel better after the shower. Relaxed. Less tightly wound. You go about your day, go to your class, and decide to pick up a nice bottle of wine on the way home. You'll plate up the leftovers from last night all fancy and have a nice dinner and maybe work up the nerve to have an adult conversation about the relationship. You can do this. You love each other and have put a lot of work into this relationship. You're both in it for the long haul. You know this in your heart.

When you get home the condo is completely quiet. The boys are at practice so you toss your bag in the corner, fix up a snack and settle on the couch. You read a textbook for a bit, highlighting important passages for your notes later and eventually turn on the tv.

As the sun sets you start cleaning up and setting up for dinner. The boys should be home soon, so you shoot Arber a text saying that you're hoping to have dinner tonight with Kaiden and he agrees to make other plans.

You set the table, take out some candles and nice wine glasses you got from his parents. You head to your room to get dressed and put on the purple bra. Smiling at the fun you know you're going to have later. The bra is a sure bet. It's your reward for having the tough conversation.

You heat up the food and light the candles when you expect Kaiden will be on his way home. You put on a romantic playlist, pour the wine and adjust your cleavage in the mirror. You smile at your reflection. Everything is going to be fine.

Hours later and you're still at the table, candles burned low and the food has gone cold. You've called and texted Kaiden a bunch of times and you're starting to worry. You've even texted Arber, asking if he's with Kaiden, but neither of them has seen the messages.

You've barely eaten your own food, but you've made your way through most of the bottle of wine. You've been trying not to cry, but you can feel the tears building up.

You try calling Kaiden again. You know his phone is probably just dead, he's not very good about keeping a charge, but when you get the voicemail you throw your phone down on the table. It accidentally hits your fork and tosses some food on the floor. "Shit" you say, bending over to pick it up. As you do this, you manage to knock over your glass of red wine. You catch it before it hits the floor, but not before it spills on your shirt, and you watch the red blotch grow on your shirt. "Fuck" you cry out, and the tears start coming.

You crumple to the ground, unable to stop it. All your feelings come to the surface. Your worry for Kaiden and why he isn't answering your phone calls, your anxiety over your relationship. Sadness, anger, guilt, it's all there. You just let yourself cry for a bit, knowing you just need to let it out.

Finally, after who knows how long, you pick yourself up and clean up the mess. You don't want to ruin your shirt, so you take it off and head to the sink. Hopefully dish soap will help.

You're scrubbing your shirt as you hear the door open. You reel around to see Arber come in. He drops his hockey bag in the corner, takes off his coat and turns around and sees you, eyes widening.

You're frozen in place. Obviously hoping it was Kaiden, but you aren't sure you're disappointed. You're not ready to deal with that yet.

You panic in the moment and drop the wet shirt in the sink and cover your breasts with your hands like he's caught you naked. His face breaks out into a huge smile and you're caught off guard by it. You've never noticed how his eyes light up when he smiles and little crinkles form on the sides. It's very endearing, given the roughness of the rest of his general appearance.

"i've seen a woman in a bra before" he says, smirking at you. "I've even seen that bra before" he winks, finally bringing his eyes up to meet your face. Your makeup must be all over your face from crying as his smile drops and he moves towards you. "Hey, are you okay? What's happened? Wait, where's Guhles? Didn't you guys have dinner tonight? He asks.

Finally you look up at him, trying to smile. "He didn't show up" you say, your voice catching again. "I've called and texted, but his phone must be dead."

"Shit" he says and pulls out his phone. "Marty got tired of phones going off in meetings so he made us all put our phones on airplane mode, he must have forgotten to turn it back on. Just like I did" he laughs as he flicks through his phone. "Hey, there's a text from you!" he smiles. His eyes are so dark, like molasses. So different from Kaiden's ocean blue eyes. He closes the space between the two of you and wraps you in his arms. He smells incredible. Like coffee and cinnamon with a hint of wood smoke.

"I know a bunch of guys went out after, but I assumed he came here. Slaf and I went out for dinner, but we left the rink right away" he says, looking down at you with the most earnest expression. "I'm sure it's all a misunderstanding and that he'll show up soon" he says, reassuringly. His hands are still on your back, however.

"I should probably put a shirt on" you say, not really wanting to leave his embrace. Reluctantly, you turn to walk away and he calls out after you, heading to his room as well "I'm just gonna change out of this suit and then let's get some food into you and watch a movie, yeah?" You smile at the bit of normalcy.

You come out and he's put on sweats and an old Kitchener Rangers shirt that's worn and soft and looks so cozy. You've got an old hoodie from high school and leggings. He's thrown on a Marvel movie knowing you wouldn't want to make any decisions and moved the food to the coffee table by the couch.

You're suddenly starving and dive into the leftovers. Halfway through the movie the exhaustion starts to hit. You're sitting up on the couch with your feet on the floor, not your normal feet in Arber's lap position since you've been eating. You go to move to your place, but Arber just opens his arms up, so you tuck in underneath, and his shirt is so soft, and he smells so good, and it feels like you fall asleep immediately. You have no recollection of any plot.

You dream of falling asleep in Arber's arms. He's built bigger than Kaiden. You know they both put in a lot of work at the gym, but Kaiden's always had to work hard to get the muscle on, and you feel like Arber's strength comes a bit easier. He's naturally bulkier. You roll over in bed and Kaiden is there. He smiles at you, blue eyes shining. You kiss him and he pulls you into him. Behind you, you can feel Arber breathing on the back of your neck. His hand comes up to your waist, then dips down. Your breath catches in Kaiden's mouth. "Like that, baby?" Arber asks in a dark and gravelly voice. Kaiden answers "she loves it" and you moan.

Arbers hand slowly makes its way down between your thighs and you open your legs for him. Kaiden pins one down with his heavily muscled leg and you groan again. Arbers fingers stroke slowly over your clit and you have to break from Kaiden, but he holds your head facing his. "Show me, baby, show me how much you like this" and you close your eyes, overwhelmed.

"So good" you managed to say. "Mmmm" Kaiden humms, stroking your face and looking down where Arbers finger is now entering you. You swallow hard. "Tell me how it feels, sweetheart" and you open your eyes wide, looking right into his. Heat flicks in his calm, blue eyes and he looks at you like he can feel your pleasure. "It feels s...so good" you stutter, as Arber's large digit finds a quick rhythm inside you.

He's rough, but not too rough. He's not quite hitting the spot that you like, and you love it. Kaiden can read you like a map, but half the fun of a new partner is the journey together. This is what you've been missing, and you stare into Kaiden's eyes, feeling suddenly more connected to him.

"He feels different" you say, collecting yourself, knowing that this is what Kaiden wants as well. "His finger is definitely bigger" you blush, and Kaiden cups your face and kisses you deeply.

The two of you are locked in a heated kiss, and you can't imagine anything being better than this. Arber's mouth finds the side of your neck and you moan deeply. He moves his mouth up to your ear and whispers "you ready for another?"

You realize you don't feel Kaiden's hand on your face anymore, and you break the kiss to find he's cupped the back of Arber's neck. You inhale sharply, and both boys are looking at you.

You feel treasured, celebrated. You don't feel any competition or jealousy. You feel like they both want to come together to make you feel good.

"Yes" you say, turning your head to capture Arber's mouth, Kaiden still holding Arber's face. You can't tell whose moans are whose as Arber puts a second finger inside you. You grind into them, and you feel him react. He deepens the kiss, Kaiden’s hand moves from Arber’s neck down to cup your breast and his long fingers tease your nipples. You bask in the glow that is the two men you cherish the most, making you feel so good.

Things start to get a bit hazy at this point, and there's shouting, which doesn't really fit the moment. You feel drunk and remember you drank half a bottle of wine, and that you're not in fact in bed with Kaiden and Arber, you're on the couch, and they're standing over you, looking down confused and wary.

You realize it was a dream, and you know that you talk in your sleep, so if you were dreaming of...and Arber was on the couch with you and Kaiden came home....

You go to stand up, but you're still a bit wobbly and both of the guys reach out to steady you, but Arber steps back after a quick glare from Kaiden. You blink and shake your head, trying to come back to reality, but you feel like you've had six different days in one. Weird morning with Arber, rest of your normal day, getting ready for dinner, Kaiden not showing up, awkward evening with Arber, falling asleep, the dream, you almost can't keep up.

"What's happening babe?" Kaiden asks, looking a bit worried, but also a bit guarded, like he's afraid to ask. "Where have you been?" you ask, your tone somewhere between concerned and angry. Kaiden closes his eyes and rolls back his head and you snap "don't get annoyed with me, I made this whole dinner for you and you never showed up and didn't answer your phone and I didn't know where you were" you start to get upset again and beg any deity who might be listening to stop you from crying, but a sob gets out.

"Hey, please don't cry baby, I'm sorry, Arber said he told you about the whole airplane mode thing, and I honestly didn't know we had dinner on tonight, did you tell me? I'm sorry if I forgot, I really didn't mean to" he says, moving his hand up and down your arm, trying to be comforting, but you can tell he's still holding back a bit. Kaiden is a full hug kinda guy and this guarded energy is throwing you off. You're tired and confused and honestly a bit worked up from your dream and Arber is just standing there looking weirdly angry and you can't figure out what's going on.

You sniffle, and try to work out what's going on. "I said we'd have leftovers this morning, but I guess I didn't say it was like a whole thing and that's on me, but you're acting weird and I want to know what's going on" you say, ready to lean into the whole adult conversation you expected to have tonight.

Arber senses the tone shift and goes to move, heading for his room but Kaiden whips around throwing an arm out "you're not going anywhere until you explain what happened here tonight" Kaiden says with authority and damn it if isn't the hottest thing you've seen. You know Arber could take him in a fight, but Arber's body language is completely passive. He backs away and hangs his head down.

He shuffles and coughs and says "I told you, nothing happened between us" he says, looking at Kaiden like he's trying to be annoyed but it isn't quite working. Kaiden can tell and starts to pull himself up to full height, puffing out his chest and says "bullshit. That's total bullshit Arbs. I come home to the two of you cuddling on the couch and you can't even pretend you didn't have a boner, that thing is like a fucking coke can" and Arber is taken aback and you know that your reaction isn't going to help but you can't help but burst into giggles.

"A coke can Kaiden? Really?" It's so funny to you and you cannot stop laughing. This whole night, the whole day really has been ridiculous and you feel like you've felt every emotion under the sun and you're suddenly exhausted and just want to go to bed.

Both guys are looking at you, Kaiden is furious and Arber honestly looks concerned for your safety. You take some deep breaths and try to stop laughing and catch your breath. "I'm sorry" you say, bent over in half, catching your breath "I can explain, I promise."

Kaiden's still glaring at Arber "I trust you babe, it's him I'm not sure about" he says, barely concealing the anger.

"Don't be jealous babe, it's not a good colour on you" you joke, and Kaiden almost growls and you quickly jump between them and put a hand on Kaiden's chest. "Nothing happened, I swear. He just found my bra last night, then he saw me half naked this morning, and there was the hand on the thigh thing, and then he hugged me without a top on when you didn't come home for dinner, but it was because I spilled the wine and then I fell asleep and had a sex dream and oh, also I kissed him once, but it was just cause he was cut" you say almost all in one breath and Arber puts his head in his hands and you can hear him say "not helpful" and Kaiden just stares at you, blinking.

"Start again please" he says, and you can tell he's trying to be calm, and fair, that was a lot of information all at once. "Ok, umm, so somebody" you raise your eyebrows at him "threw my bra across the room in the kitchen last night and I tried looking for it this morning, but couldn't find it, and came out into the kitchen looking for it and to my credit, it was 6:30 and I didn't think he'd be up, so I didn't put on pants" you say, trying to be calm and factual and resist the urge to crack jokes because as ridiculous as it is, you know it's also serious.

"I had to piss" Arber states, somewhat helpfully. "Yes, as this gentleman here put it ever so classily, he had to use the facilities" you state. "Ok Judge Judy, this isn't a trial" Kaiden says, but you can see he's no longer tensing his jaw and you are able to relax a bit.

"So he saw me in my t-shirt and panties. And I may have fallen, and he may have caught me, but it was totally innocent, I promise. Just awkward. And embarrassing." you say, naturally blushing at the memory, which kinda helps your case. "Very awkward. Not at all romantic no ulterior motives" Arber adds and Kaiden nods.

"Then when you didn't show up for dinner I sorta got drunk and threw my phone and spilled wine on my shirt and I was really upset and kinda drunk and crying and trying to wash the wine out of my shirt when Arber came home and he just wanted to make sure I was okay. I was kind of a mess" you admit. Kaiden softens visibly and puts his arms on either side of your torso, holding you, but still at arms length. "I'm sorry babe, I swear I didn't do it on purpose" he says gently and you step forward into him "I know, and you have to believe me, he was just trying to help me, like I said, I was a mess" and Kaiden chuckles and brings you into his chest "yes, I've seen you drunk" he quips. "Hey" you say, without any heat, and look up at him and he kisses the top of your forehead. You close your eyes and hope that this whole thing can just be over now.

"What about the kiss? Kaiden asks calmly, but you feel his muscles tense in his neck. You clutch him a bit tighter. "Don't be mad, it was nothing" you say, nuzzling into his chest, but he doesn't fall for it and gently pushes you away. "Tell me" he says. You nod and bite the top of your lip. "Last night, before you came home. He'd had that fight in the game and came home cut up. I looked after him the way I used to look after you" you say, brushing his face, concern etched all over it. "I guess I was doing it from muscle memory or something because I didn't even realize I kissed his hands until I pulled them away from my mouth" you say, earnestly looking up at him. He breathes out, relaxing again "so you just kissed his hands? That's it?" You are gearing up to tell him the rest, unsure how to explain that Arber kinda asked for it when you hear a voice behind you that says "no, that's not all of it" and you drop your head on Kaiden's chest, closing your eyes.

"So who's gonna tell me what happened?" Kaiden asks, his voice almost free of emotion. It's eerie how little he seems like any version of himself. He's not the sweet caring boyfriend, the big, physical hockey player, or the dominating sexual partner. It's like he's a caricature of himself without any defining features.

You want to say something like it was only a kiss on the cheek, but you don’t want to diminish his feelings, and you know deep down it isn’t about the kiss. It’s about the vibes and tension between you and Arber lately, and you know that isn’t nothing. “I had a cut on my face, so I asked her if she'd kiss it too" Arber says, running his hand through his hair then rubbing the back of his neck.

Kaiden moves you out of the way, the space between them is charged. "So you asked my girlfriend to kiss you" Kaiden states. "Kinda, I guess" says Arber, not backing down. "So what, you're going after my girl? Is that what this has come to? Is that why shit's been so weird?" Kaiden asks. You hold your breath, not sure if you're supposed to answer, but not sure what you would say if you had to.

Arber is a wall in front of Kaiden. Unmoving, just accepting what's coming "look, you can hit me if you want, but honestly, I don't know what's happening here. Yes, I asked her to kiss my face, I didn't mean to, it just happened. And yes, I saw her half naked this morning, and then shirtless this evening. And yes I had a fucking boner on the couch while she was moaning during her sex dream or whatever, I'm not denying it, but like, dude, that last one is beyond my control" he laughs harshly, knowing it's not funny.

Kaiden backs off and walks in a circle, hands on the back of his head. You're still frozen to the spot. You didn't expect Arber to say all of that, and you're slightly embarrassed about the moaning during the sex dream and just trying to process everything.

Kaiden turns around and walks towards you. You lock eyes. "Do you want to add anything? he asks, staring you down. "Umm no" you reply "he kinda said it all" you say "nothing really happened. We’re not hiding anything, but I’m guessing you’re not really mad about a face kiss, are you?” Kaiden shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “I’m not stupid, I know there’s something between you two, but I thought you’d talk to me about it.”

He’s right, you know he’s right, but how do you start that conversation? “I wanted to, but I mean, your reaction to this isn’t quite a five star review, babe. It’s…complicated. I know you know how much I love you, but yeah, Arber and I have been spending more time together and, I guess I’ve had some feelings…but then last night you and I” you blush, cutting yourself off "and I just didn't get a chance."

You start to wonder if you've been reading Arber’s reaction all wrong and he wants nothing to do with you and now you've dragged him into this whole awkward situation and he's going to have to move out and maybe get traded cause Kaiden's stupid girlfriend couldn't control her crush and...

Kaiden steps forward, reaching out for you again. "I can see you spiralling. I trust you. And I'm sorry again for missing dinner" he says. "I know" you respond. He kisses your forehead again and Arber shuffles behind you. "Am I like, free to go here or what?" he asks.

You can feel Kaiden raise his head to look at Arber. He nods and you can feel Arber start to walk away. Just as you hear Arber open his door Kaiden asks "what were you dreaming about?" You hear Arber stop. "What?" You reply, panicking slightly. "On the couch when I came in and you were, umm, moaning a bunch, what were you dreaming about?" "Uhhh, sex?" You say coyly and Kaiden looks down at you. "Come on, you can tell me" he says, rubbing his arms up your back "what was I doing to you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

Kaiden tilts his head to look at you and you look up and Arber is standing in his doorway also listening.

You laugh and then take a deep breath. All in, right? "Ok, so I don't want to start this whole thing again, but it was you and me in bed, but uhhh, Arber was kinda there too, please don’t kill him" you trail off and brace for it all to start again.

Kaiden takes a deep breath. "So, what was happening?" he asks calmly. "You really want to know?" you ask and he replies immediately "yes, tell me" and he grips your arm tightly. "Are you mad?" you ask, making eye contact. "I'm not mad, I just, I don't know, it hurts to think that maybe you don't want me anymore?" he says, voice going up like a question and his eyes full of vulnerability.

"Baby" you say cupping his face and trying to send all the love to him through your eyes "that's not it at all. I love you so so much. I love us and our relationship and I feel like I don't want anything to change, but that's not how the world works. Things have changed so much since the NHL and we can't ignore that. We don't have the same time for each other and we're also growing up and changing. I don't want what we have between us to change. Or I do, but I want us to change together, does that make sense?” you say as you feel yourself babbling. You truly don't know how to explain all the feelings you have.

"Yeah, that makes sense" Kaiden says, leaning his face into your touch. "I don't want to lose you baby, and I feel like yeah, things have changed so much and I was worried. And Arber is my best friend and my teammate and like, that could get really awkward if I had to beat him up or something" he laughs.

You smile at Kaiden, but you can feel Arber’s dark eyes boring into you. It's impossible to read. You don't know the romantic relationship side of him, it may be entirely different than the roommate side that you have experienced so far.

"So are you going to tell me what we were doing in your dream that got you all worked up?" Kaiden asks, and as you look up at him you see his expression has changed and it feels like your entire body is flushed. Is it possible that he is into this too?

"Umm, well, we were in bed and" you look at Arber and he is holding on to the doorknob with white knuckles and standing stock still "you and I were kissing, and then Arber was behind me and he sort of put his hand right here" and you put Kaiden's hand on your hip "and then he..." and you trail off as your breathing picks up and you and Kaiden have locked eyes and you start moving his hand down your hip and in between your legs on top of your leggings, and god why is this so hot?. "Did he move his hand like this? he asks, cupping your sex, which feels red hot and you whine, your shoulders heaving with your breath "yes" you say on an outward punch of breath.

"And did you like that, baby?" he says, leaning into your ear, his breath softly tickling the shell and god, you could just melt into him. "Yes" you say again, softly. "I see" he says, holding his hand steady between your legs. "And then what" he asks, patiently, like he could do this all night, meanwhile you're three seconds away from jumping him. "He" you said, pausing to look at Arber. He is frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, but make it horny. He looks like he wants to tear your clothes off, but also he is not moving. You have never seen another human stand so still in your life, except now that you look closer, you can see his chest and shoulders moving in deep inhales. He's into it too, you're positive.

"He put his finger inside me" you whisper, blushing at saying it out loud. A smirk unfolds on Kaiden's face "why don't you say it a little louder, I'm sure he'd like to know what he's been up to in your active little dream life, wouldn't you, buddy?"

Arber stops breathing and looks at you, panic and heat in his gaze. "Um" he says, stepping forward. "I don't really know what to say here." Kaiden turns around and takes in all of Arber, including the very obvious protrusion in his pants which you just noticed. "Well, my girl here had a dream with the two of us in bed, and I love her very much and want to give her whatever she wants, so are you in or are you out?"

"What the fuck dude, a minute ago you wanted to kill me for like, sitting on the couch with her, now you want me to fuck her?" Arber says, which you think is pretty reasonable. It has been a complete 180, but knowing Kaiden, you're not surprised. When he's in on something, he's all in, and he can make a decision pretty fast. You hold your breath, waiting for Kaiden's response.

"Well, that's when I thought that you'd been making moves on her, but if this is something she wants to explore, I'd rather it be with you than some random dude from a bar or something. I trust you. And I trust her. You can think about it if you want, I don't want to pressure you or make things weird" "YOU DON'T WANT TO MAKE THINGS WEIRD BUT YOU JUST ASKED ME TO HAVE SEX WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND" Arber shouts and part of you wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of this, but Kaiden is standing so close and now Arber is too and everything about this is just super hot and you can't really concentrate to be honest.

"Well" Kaiden says "technically it's just fingering so far" "FINGERING IS FUCKING, KAIDEN. IT’S A SEXUAL ACT" Arber yells again and you can't help it and you burst out laughing. Arber starts laughing as well, incredulously shaking his head and pacing in a circle and Kaiden says "am I the only one that's kinda turned on by all this? Like, I'm not joking, this sounds kinda hot."

"It is baby, it's just a bit ridiculous and we're all tired and confused and it's been a really long day." "Yeah, one in which my roommate has seen you almost naked twice and I have not seen you like, at all" Kaiden says pouting. "Whose fault is that now mr. I forgot to take my phone off airplane mode, and don't say Marty because you know he'd take his phone off airplane mode and text his wife right after a meeting" you say, accusingly. "Yeah, but his wife probably doesn't make plans for dinner with him and not tell him about them" he says, jokingly and you both burst into laughter.

Arber is still standing halfway between the two of you and his room. He clears his throat and interjects "so, what exactly is going on here?" You look at Kaiden and he nods "whatever you want babe, you're in charge here" "yeah, until we get into the bedroom, they you're the boss" you smirk and Arber coughs again and you tell him "he's super bossy in bed" and Arber rolls his eyes "I'm not surprised" he says with a laugh.

You take Kaiden's hand and focus him on you "I love you so much baby, and I wouldn't do this if I didn't think our relationship could handle it. Yes, recently I've been attracted to Arber, but that doesn't take away from what you and I have, I think it only adds to it. And if he's up for it, and you are, I'd like to invite him into our bedroom. We can talk about it all together, and you guys can talk. This only works with lots of communication, but I keep thinking about it and I really really want…both of you." You bite on your bottom lip and it feels like your hands are shaking from nerves. You didn't feel this nervous with Kaiden the first time, but this really feels like laying your feelings out bare.

Kaiden's eyes darken and he looks between you and Arber "I'm game if you are, buddy" and Arber swallows hard. "You don't have to say yes right now, you can think-" "I'm in" Arber interrupts. You bite your bottom lip again, looking up at him and he leans down to capture you in a kiss and you both moan deeply and you hear Kaiden say "fuuuuuuck" as Arber grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to him.

[missterious-figure]

Wine and feathers reverse AU. Y/N is an EXTREMELY rare Gold rose peafowl. They are the pride and joy of the Casino and are treated better than royalty. However, that means they're spoiled rotten and kick out any handler at the slightest displeasure. Sun, Moon and Eclipse were brothers who all applied for the position of Y/N's handler and passed with flying colours. When Y/N was asked to choose they said "All three or no one ever again"

Thus proceeds shenanigans and Y/N trying to woo all three of them to be their mates.

(Note: this y/n is masculine and uses he/him pronouns)

You strutted into the bar, looking around. You smirked as everyone turned their heads to you. You couldn't blame them, though. How could anyone not want to see your beautiful rose gold feathers? Especially when they glistened oh so perfectly in the sunlight that beamed through the windows. You did love the attention, but you were aiming to trap the attention of someone else. Well, three people, actually.

You had just been given three new handlers, Sam, Maxwell, and Eric. You liked to just call them Sun, Moon, and Eclipse. Though the three were brothers, and all really muscular and hot, they all looked really different from each other. Sam had blue eyes and fluffy gold-blonde hair. Maxwell's eyes were a deep ember, almost red, and he sported long silver gray hair, normally tied back in a ponytail or braid. Eric had eyes so light brown they appeared yellow. His bronze brown hair wasn't as long as Maxwrll's. But it wasn't as short as Sam's either. Eric was also the tallest of the brothers.

You weren't sure about the three of them when they first came. Soon you were head over-heels. They were nice to you, sure, but more importantly, they were feisty. They flirted and teased you back. You loved the challenge of "out flirting" them. How you enjoyed to see them blush. It's the perfect reward.

Just as you were thinking of their rosy faces, you noticed Sam sitting alone at the bar ordering a drink. His back was facing you, so he hadn't noticed you. Perfect. You snuck up behind him like a shadow. Be it a super shiny rose shadow, but whatever. Sam had just received his drink. He said thanks to bartender. Before he could even take a sip you had gently cupped his face from behind. He was started at first, but then noticed your metallic purple gloves.

"Hello there, darling."

He put a hand on one of yours and glanced back at you. He had to look up to meet your eyes, given you were 8.7 feet tall. He was only 6.5. Such a short thing. Well, at least in your standards. You rested your head on his broad shoulder, whispering in his ear. "Hello, my sweet Sun."Sam raised a brow and giggled.

"Is that the name you've given me? First you name Eric Eclipse, and then Maxwell Moon. What is with this celestial theme, my love?"

"Because you guys aren't only the lights of my life, but the center of my world."

Bingo, you thought to yourself. Sam had started blushing a brilliant pink, like the setting sun. He needed to think of something, fast. Then he smiled. He regained his competence and caught your face in his hands. Without wasting any time, he brought you nose to nose with him. He whispered back.

"Come on, darling, you know we revolve around you."

He pushed his face closer, like he was gonna kiss you. At the last second he pulled back, grabbed his drink, and swerved past you.

"See ya, my love."

He calmly walked out of the bar, humming, leaving a very flustered peacock harpy shocked. Your cheek feathers were all bristled. He almost kissed you. He almost... You touched you lips quietly, wishing he had gone through with his silly little plan. You longed for his lips on yours. Sam was going to pay for teasing you like that. You are going to steal a kiss from him... eventually. He may have won the battle, but this was a war. And you intended to win.

Here's a picture of what I imagine peacock y/n to look like!

Tehe. 8.7 ft bastard y/n. As a baby you were called amethyst eyes. Your favorite color is purple.

(Also, Eric is 7.1 ft. Maxwell is 6.5 ft, just like Sam)

[midnightry]

Unlikely chords

Suguru Geto x fem! reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the dedicated and reserved president of the student body at a prestigious conservatory, reluctantly agrees to step out of her comfort zone and attend a party with her best friend, Katie. At the chaotic gathering, she’s caught off guard when Suguru Geto, the charming and notorious first cellist, offers an unexpected escape.

CW: Usage of Y/n, misunderstandings, fluff, usage of nicknames (pretty, sweetheart, feisty), Music AU, curses don’t exist.

Word count: 1134

As president of the student body at your conservatory, you made it your mission to help every college student in need. It wasn’t just a passion; it was a love for your community and the music that bound you all together. To everyone around you, you were a prized figure—well-respected, reliable, and thoroughly dedicated. But, to be honest, you also had a reputation as a bit of a "goody two-shoes." You didn’t have a single "party bone" in your body, and people often gossiped about your reluctance to attend the parties hosted by half of the student body.

"Come on, Y/N, please, go to this party with me!" Katie pleaded, practically bouncing on her toes. "You need to get out of your shell for once... maybe find a guy. Girl, you really need to get laid."

Katie wasn’t wrong. You did need to get out more, and you really wanted to do something different. It wasn’t exactly peer pressure, but a realization that maybe you were holding yourself back. After all, college was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

You sighed, pausing to think it over. Katie watched you with hopeful eyes, clearly excited by the prospect.

"Fine... but only under one condition."

Katie’s eyes lit up. "I’m willing to do anything. Just go with me!"

“I get to leave whenever I want. No forcing me to stay past my limit," you said, giving her a mock glare of defeat.

“Deal! I’ll text you the details. Oh, and you should wear something... sexy. Maybe he will be there,” Katie smirked as she walked out of your dorm room.

He. Suguru Geto—the ultimate party playboy, known for his wild ways and his ability to charm just about anyone. Despite his reckless lifestyle, he was also the first cellist in the conservatory orchestra. People either loved or hated him, no in-between. He was charismatic, charming, and a bit of a jerk—but for some reason, you couldn’t help but be intrigued. You’d crossed paths with him a few times in the conservatory, where both of you had to work together on occasion. Your professor believed the cello and the voice shared a certain connection, so you often found yourselves collaborating. You’d spoken to him just enough to know he was unpredictable, and admittedly... there was something about him.

The dreaded night had arrived. Your palms were sweaty as you slipped into the tight black dress Katie had accidentally bought in your size. To anyone else, it was like a new version of you had emerged—more confident, more daring. You stepped outside the sorority house, the front lawn littered with drunk students. You tried to block them out as you walked up the steps.

"Where is Katie?" you muttered, checking your phone again. Still no word.

She better not have fallen asleep again... She had a habit of taking pre-party naps, hoping to survive the night.

"Is my mind playing tricks on me... or is that Y/N L/N standing in the middle of a rager?" came a teasing voice from behind you.

Oh no…

You froze. "You've got to be kidding me."

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this... hot. It suits you, sweetheart,” a voice whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his presence close behind you, his torso brushing against your back. The scent of sandalwood filled your senses, and his breath against your ear made your pulse quicken. A faint blush spread across your cheeks.

"Suguru! Personal space, please and thank you." You turned to face him, meeting his purple eyes with a mix of dread and annoyance.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, pretty. You’re usually... a wet noodle,” Suguru smirked. His smile softened when he noticed how uncomfortable you seemed, the nervous sway in your posture. It almost seemed to dampen his own party mood.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked, genuinely curious.

You sighed, checking your phone once more. “I was... but I just got a text saying they can't make it. I guess I’m leaving. Have fun with the party.”

Suguru’s interest piqued. “Not so fast, feisty. How about we grab some ice cream instead?” He looked at you with an expression that was almost childishly hopeful.

“Why the hell would you want to do that with me?”

“Well, for starters, you look like you're about to burst from discomfort. And let’s be real—the party’s kind of dying anyway, so we can just leave together,” he shrugged, his casual demeanor catching you off guard.

“Plus, who doesn’t like ice cream, right?” he added, a playful glint in his eye.

This wasn’t the Suguru that everyone gossiped about. The guy who was a complete jerk seemed to be... well, not entirely what he appeared to be. This version of him was strange, but kind of... nice. You were intrigued.

“Fine. But we’re walking, because I don’t know how much you’ve had to drink, and I don’t feel like getting into a motorcycle crash tonight.”

You walked out of the door with Suguru following closely behind, not missing a beat. The walk was quiet, the only sound coming from your shoes tapping against the soft pavement. The cool air was refreshing, and both of you seemed to appreciate the calm, starry sky above.

"My cello sound has always reminded me of the night—dark, sensual, cold... beautiful in a way that's hard to describe. But your voice... it reminds me of a warm, dimly lit sunset. I’ve never heard anything like it." Suguru’s sudden comment threw you off guard. He stopped walking, his eyes now focused on you, searching for something.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is... I can’t get your voice out of my head. I can’t get you out of my head.”

The silence between you grew thick. You couldn’t find the words at first.

"Suguru..." was all you could manage, staring at him in disbelief as he moved closer, his scent enveloping you once more.

“I know what people say about me. I was like that too... but your voice—it woke something in me. I really like you, Y/N.” His words caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions swirling within you. Was this real? Was this actually happening?

“I… like you too, Suguru... but maybe you should sober up before we have a conversation like this,” you said, trying to be rational, wanting to hear him out when he wasn’t clouded by alcohol.

He rolled his eyes with a grin. “I suppose you’re right.”

Suddenly, your stomach growled loudly, breaking the tension. Suguru laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I think that’s a sign. Ice cream time?”

“I could definitely go for some,” you chuckled, your laughter blending with the cool night air.

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[diorblusher]

What if..

(Abby Anderson x Reader)

Reader is a Victoria’s Secret Angel who just came back from her walk and Abby witnesses her getting harassed by a man?

ღ —— > wlw

ღ —— > mentions of harassment + fluff

ღ —— > english is not my first language

ღ —— > bow gif from: @dollywons

It felt like a fever dream to have the privilege to get loads of money just by walking around a stage, looking gorgeous. With your voluminous blowout, casual makeup, very short clothes and humongous wings you obviously got a ton of stares. The only stare that meant something to you was Abby’s tho. She looks so proud and seems to admire you more than anyone else in that huge crowd of fashion icons and journalists.

Of course you also focused on your pose once you reached the front of the stage; the most important part to show some personality and not look like a robot. As you pose, you look back at your assistant who’s not too happy with you, or well, with Abby. When you signed up to model, Abby came with you and was against you having to diet / starve yourself to reach a specific weight and even threatened to sue the entire agency. The excuse was tricky but somehow worked.

The cheers and applause made you want to jump off the stage out of pure joy. Seems like purple looks very good on you. As you go back to the backstage and to the dressing rooms, your co-models congratulate you for your awesome walk.

“Looks like the crowd already likes you on your first walk! Such a good impression you’re making”,

“Damn; you might just get me in trouble for looking this good!”,

“My ears almost began bleeding from all that cheering. You impressed everyone right away!”

You blush at all the kind words from the girls and laugh, thanking them.

“Good luck, guys.”

“Thanks!,”

They all leave you in the dressing room to prepare for their walks. Fuck, now you have a problem: how the hell do you take off these huge wings?

Nobody else is in the dressing room, so you step out and look around for anyone. A man walks over to you.

“Hey, a new face! Finally something good in this place.”

Oh.

“Thanks?”

“No need to be so nervous.I don’t bite. Well, maybe. You looking for some help to take off that outfit?”

“No.”

You try going back into the dressing room, but the man steps infront of the door and blocks your way.

“Come on, I promise I’m worth your time, gorgeous.”

“Go away. I already said no, I don’t want any problems, so please just go.”

He grabs your wrist.

“Listen here, you-“

He gets interrupted with a large smack from behind and gets knocked out. You gasp a little in shock and obviously, it’s Abby.

“Are you okay?!”

Abby immediately asks and checks on you.

“Yes, thank you so much. Oh my gosh, if you wouldn’t have come right away, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me-“

Abby hugs you tightly. You hug her back and she kisses your forehead as you start calming down.

“That was the least I could’ve done. Come on, let’s get you out of these wings.”

The night after was relaxing, she cuddled with you as you guys watched movies and ate snacks together. Abby even showed you some pictures that she took during your walk, which makes you even more flustered.

[starkerscoop]

Only You

Hope everyone's been doing well! I've been MIA for a while, but I'm not back empty-handed 👀 As a fan of misunderstandings, here's what happens when Peter goes to Steve for help with proposing to Tony...and TMZ remains as nosy as ever.

also on ao3

-

“Thanks for coming. I know it was short notice,” Peter smiled up at Steve sheepishly.

Steve laughed, tossing his head back slightly. “Don’t worry about it, Peter. You know I don’t have much going on nowadays. And Bucky’s visiting Sam in Louisiana, so I wasn’t leaving him behind.”

“How are you two doing? Still in the honeymoon phase?” Peter leaned forward eagerly, his eyes bright.

Steve’s expression softened. He and Bucky had been together for four months now, finally putting decades of longing behind them. Everyone who knew them was thrilled—it was about time. The bashful looks and unspoken feelings had been endearing, sure, but frustratingly stagnant. The collective sigh of relief when Bucky finally showed up at Steve’s doorstep with flowers in hand could’ve blown out windows.

“I don’t think we’re ever leaving it,” Steve admitted, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “And I could get used to it.”

“I’m happy for you,” Peter said sincerely, giving Steve’s hand a light pat where it rested on the table between them. “I love Tony more than anything, but man, I can only tolerate so many smelly socks around the house.”

“Funny,” Steve said dryly. “Tony says the same thing about you. You sure those aren’t your socks you’re smelling? You are, according to Tony, a ‘gym rat.’ I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Peter’s jaw dropped. “Okay, fine. Maybe some of those socks are mine. But Tony leaves coffee rings everywhere, and I don’t, so there. I win.”

Neither of them was entirely sure what Peter had “won,” but they let the topic drop and moved on to safer territory. Steve pulled out his phone to show Peter pictures of the apartment he and Bucky were looking at. Peter ooh’ed and aah’ed at all the right moments, particularly taken with the rooftop garden, which featured vibrant purple asters in full bloom.

“I’m thinking about taking up gardening,” Steve mused, his thumb swiping across the screen. “Something to pass the time. It’s hard to settle down after all that chaos. I almost miss it, but I wouldn’t wish it back for anything.”

Peter nodded thoughtfully. “I’m still in the middle of it, so I can’t completely relate, but I get the struggle. It’s hard to stop. You feel guilty, like you should be doing more… but you’ve earned your rest, Steve. Enjoy it. Enjoy Bucky.”

“Being with Bucky is the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” Steve said with quiet wonder, as if the realization had just hit him. Then he shook his head. “Enough about me. How are you and Tony? Still doing okay?”

Peter beamed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, velvet ring box. He set it on the table with gentle hands, looking up at Steve with a mixture of excitement and nerves. “Better than okay. I’m ready to take the next step.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Holy shit. You’re going to propose?”

Peter nodded quickly. “I just need to make sure it fits before I do it. Speaking of which, can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course,” Steve said without hesitation.

Peter exhaled in relief, his gratitude palpable. “Thanks. So, Tony’s a really light sleeper, and I’m terrified of putting the ring on him while he’s asleep to check the fit. I know you and Tony have the same ring size, so I was hoping you could try it on and tell me how it feels?”

Steve hesitated, his gaze flicking to the ring box. “I don’t know… it feels wrong to put on someone else’s engagement ring.”

Peter’s shoulders slumped. “I get it. I want Tony to be the only one to wear it too, but I also want the proposal to go perfectly. He deserves that. I don’t want to risk it being too tight or anything.”

Steve sighed, the weight of Peter’s sincerity wearing down his reluctance. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

Peter’s face lit up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Save the thank-yous for when Tony agrees to put up with you forever,” Steve joked, reaching for the box.

Inside was a stunning gold band, studded with red rubies. Steve had to fight the urge to admire it more closely—it wasn’t his ring to admire. He slipped it on quickly, wanting to get it over with. The weight of Peter’s expectant stare didn’t help the awkwardness.

"It fits perfectly," Steve assured him after a moment. "Not too tight, not too loose. You picked the right size."

Peter’s relief was palpable as he retrieved the ring, carefully nestling it back into its box. But the relief didn’t entirely erase the discomfort.

"It feels like betrayal," Peter muttered, his mouth twisting unhappily.

Steve shook his head. "I know what you mean. Do you think Tony would care?"

Peter paused. "It’s hard to tell. I’ve never been with him in an engaged context. How likely do you think it is for Tony to be a groomzilla?"

Steve barked out a startled laugh. "I wouldn’t put it past him. I’m sure he’ll be a nightmare during the wedding planning."

"I’m looking forward to it," Peter said with a grin, his gaze distant as if imagining the future.

Steve smiled warmly. "I’m happy for you."

"Tony hasn’t said yes yet," Peter reminded him, though his own expression betrayed his optimism.

"He will," Steve said confidently, standing and patting Peter’s shoulder. "Let me know how it goes, okay?"

"I will," Peter promised. "Thanks, Steve."

They parted with a warm hug, neither of them noticing the photographer in the corner of the café, snapping away.

-

Tony Stark was used to headlines that made his blood boil. He’d lived through countless scandals, accusations, and gossip columns. But this?

“Spider-Man Pops the Question to Captain America? Exclusive: Rogers Spotted Wearing a Ring!”

Tony stared at the image accompanying the headline—a slightly blurry photo of Steve Rogers at a café, chatting with Peter, the sunlight catching on a gold-and-ruby ring on Steve’s finger.

Tony knew that ring.

He’d seen it weeks ago when he was rummaging through Peter’s sock drawer in search of a Black Sabbath shirt Peter had a tendency of hiding. At the time, Tony had grinned to himself, deciding to leave it where it was. He didn’t want to ruin whatever surprise Peter was cooking up.

But this? Seeing it on Steve Rogers’ hand? That wasn’t the surprise Tony had been expecting.

“FRIDAY,” he barked, his voice like steel.

“Yes, boss?”

“Where’s Peter?”

“Mr. Parker is in the Avengers Tower gym.”

Tony’s jaw tightened as he strode toward the elevator. The air in the gym felt electric when he pushed the door open.

Peter was mid-set on the bench press, his face flushed with exertion. “Tony?” he said, blinking in surprise as he set the barbell back on its rack. “What’s up?”

Tony crossed his arms, his expression icy. “Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing. Like, say... why Steve Rogers is wearing a ring you’ve been hiding.”

Peter froze, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about?”

Tony held up his phone, the damning headline glaring back at them both.

Peter snatched the phone and scanned the screen, his eyes widening. “Wait, what? No, no, no! Tony, it’s not—”

“Don’t say it’s not what it looks like,” Tony cut him off, his voice sharp. “Because what it looks like is you shopping engagement rings with Rogers. You think I wouldn’t notice? I saw that ring weeks ago, Pete.”

Peter’s mouth fell open. “You knew?!”

“Yeah, I knew,” Tony snapped. “But I thought it was for me. Clearly, I underestimated Steve’s appeal.”

Peter’s face turned bright red. “Tony, you don’t seriously think—no! This is insane! Steve was just helping me!”

Tony arched a skeptical brow. “Helping you with what? Playing pretend?”

“No! I needed someone to check the fit,” Peter said desperately. “You and Steve have the same ring size, and I couldn’t exactly try it on you without ruining the surprise!”

Tony’s eyes narrowed. “And you thought dragging Steve into this was a great idea? You didn’t think this would happen? Headlines, photos, people assuming the worst?”

Peter threw his hands up in frustration. “I wasn’t thinking about them! I was thinking about you! I just wanted everything to be perfect, Tony. That’s all this was—me trying to make it special for you!”

Tony’s anger wavered, replaced by a flicker of guilt as he took in Peter’s flushed cheeks, the hurt in his wide, tear-filled eyes.

Peter’s voice softened, his tone pleading. “I love you, Tony. More than anything. This whole thing—every second of it—was about you. The ring, the proposal, all of it.” He hesitated. “I didn’t mean for this to blow up. I never wanted you to doubt me.”

Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it, Pete.”

Peter stepped closer, hesitant. “You believe me, right?”

Tony looked at him for a long moment before exhaling heavily. “I believe you. You’re too much of a Boy Scout to pull something like that.”

Peter blinked, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Really?”

Tony smirked, albeit weakly. “Yeah, but you’re still a moron. Next time, don’t get Captain Star-Spangled caught in your crossfire.”

Peter laughed nervously, wiping at his eyes. “Noted.”

Tony reached out, his fingers brushing against Peter’s cheek. “You’re a disaster, Parker. But you’re my disaster.”

Peter beamed. “So... we’re okay?”

Tony tilted his head. “You still owe me a proposal, kid. One that doesn’t involve me finding out through TMZ.”

Peter’s face lit up, and before Tony could say another word, Peter dropped to one knee, pulling the velvet box out of his gym bag.

“Tony Stark, will you—”

“Oh, get up,” Tony interrupted, rolling his eyes but smiling. “Yes. The answer is yes.”

Peter jumped to his feet, sliding the ring onto Tony’s finger with trembling hands. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Tony said, his smirk returning. “Now, let’s get out of here before Steve walks in and I have to explain why I’m not decking him.”

Peter laughed, his heart finally light again as Tony kissed him.

Whatever chaos the world threw at them next, they’d face it together.

[acupofteaintheafternoon]

General dating headcannons for Heathcliff

give me a reason as to why there are no heathcliff banners on both pinterest and tumblr

Also no, this was not requested. I will turn back on my 5 requests soon enough. I can't gurantee but be patient , please

Guess who will be today’s guest for the general headcannons, of course. IT IS HEATHCLIFF.

The thing about this man is the fact that he is rough with everyone. Rough and mean. He is also rough and mean with you, you are not the exception.

You’re working as a sinner. Life is good, you don’t get paid and you have to deal with 13 sinners on top of that. Luxury.

Whatever, that is not on our topic for today, maybe for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Heathcliff is a tough man outside but a sweetheart inside. An absolute one on top of things. 

This man is very proud of him finding you. You’re bright, the light to his shadow, the one who can really trust his feelings with. He is so fond of you. I can’t explain it with words but this is the best representation I could come up with. 

The thing is, he can also get pretty jealous at times. Because of his complicated past and the fact that he had to deal with racism, abuse and so on he tends to overthink things. 

Here we are not talking about the freaky jealous stuff. We are just talking about him inching a little bit closer to you, holding your waist when you’re talking with another person, basically showing off that you’re his while trying to hide his feelings.

He is also a loser. A very big one on top of things. If you were to gift him something, let’s say a big teddy bear he would 100% die on the spot and just not work at all? It is complicated but just so you know, he is very thankful of that gift he received. He is proudly displaying that gift in his room on his bed and will cuddle it at night (it gone so bad the teddy started to smell like him). It is just a gift but Heathcliff is Heathcliff. He WILL give you something in return, that’s guaranteed.

What about affection, hugs, kisses and things like that? His main love language is acts of service (I believe) . He thinks that he has to make up for the fact that you’re his and accepted him as a normal person (and not calling him an idiot and stuff like that). He would still hug and maybe kiss you if you ask for it but still expect him to blush a little bit afterwards (and call you a little twit). 

Run your hand in his hair. Just do it. Pat him , play with his hair, anything. Anything works. But do it in private, just in private , he does not like it when you do it in public since it shows his vulnerable side and he does NOT want to be seen as such. His hair is suprinsingly not as damaged as we thought and a little bit soft too, you will probably get addicted to running your hand through his hair.

When you do it in private, he will 100% tell you to ‘’stop doing it’’ or stuff similar to it. Don’t stop, he really enjoys your touch and that’s just him being a complete loser and denying the truth again. He will inch closer to your touch and maybe fall asleep. He would also look at you with those purple eyes of his. It looks like a pout and you can see his pupils being dilated a little bit, that is just his way of telling you that he enjoys it. 

When you stop petting him he would still (forcefully or not) grab your hand and keep it on his head. Maybe you will get reminded to do it, maybe not. It depends on you now.

His dilated pupils will also appear when you give him a little bit more affection that he needed. Smooch him, keep on kissing him and you will have this man trying to avoid eye contact while dying on the inside. He cannot handle mentally this amount of affection.

The bad part about his love language is that he would do anything for you. Yes I mean anything (canto 6 is a good example even though I haven’t played it yet). He would put his life on the line if it meant you being safe and alive. Even though Dante exists, they aren’t enough, he still has to keep you safe at all times. What if Dante cannot bring you back? What if you will end up dead because of him? He cannot live with the thought of you being dead and him not saving you from it. That’s why he overthinks stuff a lot and would sacrifice himself. All for you, everything for you.

He would of course be with you at all times. Always within your mere presence. You cannot get rid of him. He will say something along the lines of you being safe at all times. Which is partially true but he also enjoys spending time with you and your mere existence just makes his heart go crazy.

Nicknames? Nah. But he will absolutely refuse to call you something vulgar. He will refuse to refer to you with something as bad as that. The thing is, he will still reffer to others with something vulgar (like calling them pieces of shit), he isn't ashamed at all but with you? Never. When asked about you he will just say the truth about you both being together but he would also say about how proud he is to have you in his life. 

He teasingly calls you ‘’little twit’’ or ‘’little thief’’ when you tease him. He knows when you do it and will 100% do it back to you while pinching your cheek . Not hard enough to hurt of course, but he still does it. For funsies. (and to get a reaction out of you)

Maybe, if he feels like it , he might call you ‘’love’’. That’s it. 

If he overthinks on that day (which happens , not a lot but it still counts) expect him to come in your private chamber and just hold you. He will not tell you why did he overthink or why did he do that but it is self explanatory. You’re the only one that he allows to share his sensitive side.

Ask him if he feels okay when he does this to you. It’s like a coin flip. 50% chance to tell you what happened and the other 50% in which he refuses. If he refuses,  leave him be, do not insist or he will lash out on you and make you both feel bad. If he does this (which is NOT regularly but it still happens when he felt extra mad that day) you will surely wake up with an apologizing Heathcliff and him promising that he will never do that, trained by Dante themselves but he still did it in his own way.

If he doesn’t refuse then comfort him, tell him that everything is okay and that you’re there for him. Reassure him. Be there with him. He is complicated and it takes a long time to him to warm up to you but wait patiently. He will open up when he feels like it’s time for him to do that.

Now for the end, dates. What does the typical date look like with him? 100% something romantic. You with him in the park sitting on a bench or just him getting you to a restaurant. Even though he is broke he saved up and afforded it eventually. (in a mirror world possibly I do not know). At this point he is just happy to have you and he will make sure that you feel the same with him.  

In the end, Heathcliff is an absolute loser but a lovable one. Cherish him and take care of him like he does with you.  

AND ALSO CONTROL HIM

fuck you mean there are more NSFW stuff about Heathcliff than there are your good ole fluffy things? i get it, he's taken but help the Heathcliff simps in need.

[anja-the-sane-panda]

Stomp Out The Dark

A lil one shot with Jack encountering Nightlust on le boat.

mostly cus none of my ao3 fics are ready im so sorry😓

A grunt escaped through Jack's gritted teeth as his back hit the floor hard. The markings on the floor of the boat flashed blue and purple as heavy black boots thundered across the floor. The performer tried to get up but was stopped when one of heavy boots stomped on his chest, which if it weren't for the fact his boyfriend was possessed Jack might have been feeling a different emotion then fear.

“Cute you thought that would work Rose,” Wanderlust smirked as Jack struggled under him.

The performer could only grunt as he tried to lift his boyfriend’s boot off him. Jack had managed to get through the other three’ corruption from his mother (though Sara was just as tricky as Wander was being) and just needed his lover to return. But it seemed talking and brute force was helpless in this battle.

“I’m gonna have to ask Night Swan to have you at my side, especially when we hit Flow World,” Wander cackled as he snatched Jack’s cane from where it was laying and booped the red haired coach with it. (If his boyfriend wasn’t a admittedly hot corrupted soldier for his mother Jack might have blushed and laughed)

“Wander please..” The prince could only laugh at his partner’s pleas, making Jack panic more as he tried to come up with a new plan.

“Aww don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt as much as becoming a nor-“

“I forgive you.”

Wanderlust froze and looked down at Jack, looking very confused and even dropping Jack’s mic.

“What?”

Jack took a deep breath and looked Wander square in the eye. “I forgive you, because I know you don’t want to do this. But you also don’t want to disappoint her, I know that feeling. Trust me.”

Wanderlust stared at him for a moment, a look of recognition of those words came across his face. The deity started to breath heavily and holding his head in pain. Grunting and taking his foot off Jack to try and distance himself from the performer.

“Stop talking!”

Jack grabbed his microphone and used to help himself up and stand, still shaken from hitting the floor. “Y-You said those words to me right before you got minionized the first time. Even when everyone saw me as just her son, well Sara had no idea who I was but whatever, point is. You were able to see past all that and see my good side,” Despite Wander backing away like a scared stray Jack just walked up and took his face in his hands.

“And I can do the same for you. Please,” he rubbed Wanderlust’s cheek. A move that always helped the deity calm down, “Come back to me?”

Wanderlust looked at him, the glare from his right eye softening to let it's purple glitter like an amethyst like before Night Swan got her claws on him. Even his full yellow left eye seemed to soften as tears started to fall from both his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry,” Wanderlust sobbed as Jack gently bonked their foreheads together.

“It’s okay Wandie, just glad to have you back,” Jack whispered, feeling his own tears of relief start to form, “Though I must admit you look pretty good in that outfit.”

“Wanderlust looked down and chuckled, “Yeah, though I feel like I should change,” He crosses then spread out his arms, resulting in a bright light that blinded Jack for a second.

When he could see again Wanderlusts had changed the outfit a lot. Once again sporting his signature crown and braid. (though the diamond shape and the yellow eye remained) However he now wore a purple and pink skin tight turtleneck shirt with gold triangles going down the sleeves. The bell bottoms had been replaced with leggings with more gold detailing snaking down to his matching boots. To finish off he wore his father's cape with his triangle emblem hanging off a chain.

The deity held out his arms, “Better?”

Jack's face flickered to one of worry as he looked at the left half of his lover's face, but he shook it off as he silently counted his blessings.

"Much Starboy,"

He then kissed Wander deeply, who was taken aback at first but quickly reciprocated it. Leaving the lovebirds to stand in the empty hallway, the blue lights bouncing off their faces as they remained lip-locked together for quite some time. Just taking in the relief of finally being together after a long struggle.